[A montage of historical Crockett Cup Matches flash through the screen.]
[With the final picture being of the last set of Crockett Cup Champions, Violence, Inc holding the trophy and the check.]
[Another montage of photos showing this year's competitors soon comes across as a voice booms out from the unknown.]
V/O: In 2003, The Jim Crockett, Sr Memorial Tag Team Tournament made its grand return by crowning a team that defied the odds.
V/O: Now, it's 2004 and a new field of challengers have come from across the world in the hopes of adding their names to the grand cup.
V/O: The field of sixteen has been set. Who will stand victorious as we are ready to New Orleans ablaze with the best in tag team wrestling facing off for a spot in history.
Locked in a place where no one goes.
Kusuo: Welcome back everyone to Day Two of this grand event. As Burning Phoenix Puro teams up with Bayou Wrestling Association and Silver State Wrestling to bring you the 2004 edition of the Crockett Cup Tag Team Tournament. Along with Joe Shinobi, I'm Kensei Kusuo. And Shinobi-san, we have another packed event for tonight.
Shinobi: You are very correct. We started out with sixteen teams and now we are down to the Great Eight. Tonight, we will find out who the greatest team in the world is when they walk out of this arena with the Crockett Cup for the year 2004 and that big cashier's check for One Million Dollars that you, my friend will be presenting.
Kusuo: Right you are. So, let's not waste anymore time and send it down to ringside where BWA's BJ and AJ are set to call the action.
RA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, AND IS A SECOND ROUND MATCH IN THE SINGLE-ELIMINATION CROCKETT CUP TOURNAMENT. INTRODUCING FIRST, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF FOUR HUNDRED AND FORTY SEVEN POUNDS… THE TEAM OF MARC MCCARTHY AND RJ HARRIS!
[The light go down and a single red spot light comes on over the Big screen and voice come over the PA System.]
1...2...Harris is coming for you
3...4...Better lock your door
5...6...Pray to your crucifix
7...8...Better train real late
9...10.. You will never wrestle again.
[Vagabond By Mighty Raw starts to play as R. J. Harris and Marc McCarthy explode out of the back and walks to the ring with their hands held high as they slides in the ring and go to there corner where they waits for their opponents]
BJ: Alright folks, we are just getting underway here for Day Number Two of the Crockett Cup, and what an interesting match we have lined up to get us going.
AJ: That’s right, folks. First in the ring is RJ Harris and Marc McCarthy, who advanced in something UNHEARD of for this tournament, BJ.
BJ: That’s right, last night, RJ Harris pinned Goliath in a SINGLES match to advance both him and McCarthy into the second round.
AJ: And they face… well…
[The hard, opening electric riffs from Blush's "Word From The Wise" blare throughout the arena...]
[On the jumbotron appears a vast mountainous landscape. The view sweeps at enormous speed across rocky steppes, river valleys, and sheer cliffs, approaching a flat peak. Two figures, tiny at a distance but growing larger as the shot zooms in, stand with arms folded, surveying the world around them with the imperious air of conquerors.]
[Two words strobe over this image: MANIFEST DESTINY.]
[Blue and white pyro explodes from the stage, and those same two figures stride out onto the ramp: Seth Maverick and "The Stormin' Mormon" Brigham Smith. Almost immediately, the fans are booing them relentlessly.]
[Maverick is tall and muscular, sporting a head of messy, shoulder-length black hair and an unshaven face. He wears black khaki pants with "MAVERICK" down the left leg in silver letters, black boots, and white tape on his fists. Smith -- smaller but lithe in appearance -- is clad in short blue-and-white tights, white pads and boots. He also wears a hooded vest that is blue in front, white in back with the initials "TSM" written in blue; the hood is pulled over his short unkempt brown hair. Tucked under his arm is a leather-bound edition of the Book of Mormon.]
[Behind them appears two men: one large and stocky, dressed in a crisp white ship captain's uniform, the other tall and lean, and dressed like a cowboy -- their Syndicate colleagues, The Skipper and Ash the Man-Soon. Together, the four men stride purposefully down the ramp...]
Ring Announcer: Now coming to the ring, accompanied by The Skipper and Ash the Man-Soon... At a combined weight of 485 pounds... Representing the Syndicate of EVIL... Seth Maverick and "The Stormin' Mormon" Brigham Smith -- MANIFEST DESTINY!
[Amid loud jeering, the foursome enters the ringside area. The Skipper and Ash remain on the floor, while Smith and Maverick slide into the ring. Seth goes to his team's corner and leans listlessly against the turnbuckles, while Brigham limbers up in preparation for the bell.]
AJ: Now these guys are sick. They just completely demolished the New York Wrecking Crew last night.
BJ: The Wrecking Crew never stood a chance, and if they run over these two in the exact same manner, they may be steamrolling their way all the way to the cup!
AJ: Well, we're about to see, as here's the bell!
*DING DING DING!*
BJ: And it looks like its going to be Smith and McCarthy starting us off here. Both these men are very similar in size, Smith a bit bigger by five pounds. This should be a good contest.
*THUD!*
_JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!_
AJ: Or maybe not, as Brigham Smith charges forward, LEVELING McCarthy with a clothesline! Smith starting to go to work here in the early going, with a couple of stomps to the head, and now an attempted armbar.
BJ: But McCarthy gets out of it quickly. Being a practitioner of Lucha, he's not going to go down easily to an armbar. The Aerial Artist swings…
*THUD!*
_OHHHHHHHHHH!_
AJ: But its to no avail, because the Stormin Mormon ducks McCarthy's punch, and gives him one hell of a spinning heel kick to the jaw! I bet McCarthy's going to feel that in the morning!
BJ: McCarthy's down, clutching his jaw in pain, but Brigham's already back in motion. He's an energetic young missionary, isn't he?
AJ: That he is, BJ. Brigham's going to the ropes, springboarding off…
*THUD!*
BJ: What a nice guillotine legdrop, connecting to McCarthy's neck, which has already taken quite a few tough blows. And Brigham is going for the cover…
_ONE_
_TWO!_
AJ: Not enough, though, as McCarthy still gets his shoulder up. McCarthy may be coming off of an injury but there's no way in hell a former National Champion will be that easy to bring down.
BJ: Brigham's starting to realize that as well, and he's resuming his attack on McCarthy. A couple punches, and Smith sends McCarthy hard into his turnbuckle. There's a quick tag to Seth, who takes McCarthy from Brigham…
*SMACK!*
_JEEEEEEER!_
AJ: Oh man! Seth whipped McCarthy into Brigham, who PLASTERED him with one hell of a mean Yakuza kick!
BJ: The Mormon's and the Yakuza? MY GOD! Someone call the president!
AJ: No, BJ. That’s the name of the move. Anyways, the Syndicate of Evil is still dominating this match, and now McCarthy has a bigger problem to worry about, in the form of the two-hundred sixty pound Seth Maverick.
BJ: Maverick picks McCarthy up, lifting him to his feet. God, McCarthy's taken a beating so far. Maverick picks the Aerial Artist up… OOH! A hard scoop slam, sending McCarthy straight to the canvas!
AJ: Well, Marc should look on the bright side now. I'm sure that took his mind off his neck for a moment.
BJ: Yeah, right to his lower back. The pain section of McCarthy's mind could be doing some serious multitasking by the time this one is over.
AJ: That seems to be Manifest Destiny's intention, as Mavericks harshly jerking him back to his feet. I think he's going for another scoop slam and…
_OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!_
BJ: And McCarthy aims a well placed knee right into Maverick's groin! Oh, God, look at Ash on the outside, he's practically in tears!
AJ: The Man-soon seeing his worst fear come to life before his very eyes. McCarthy desperate to get out of his match, he lunges…
*SMACK!*
_POP!_
BJ: And there's the tag! RJ Harris storming in… Smith punches, he ducks… SWINGING NECKBREAKER!
_POPPAGE!_
AJ: RJ Harris looking to turn the tide of his match, and he's going to have to do this on his own, because McCarthy is practically slumped over the turnbuckle on the apron. The beating he just took at the hands of the Syndicate has definitely placed the burden of this match on Harris.
BJ: Harris knows it too, he's got Maverick to his feet, and there's a DDT, driving Seth's head straight into the canvas!
AJ: You can hear the crowd, they're going nuts! Harris is kicking away at Maverick, he's rapidly swinging the momentum in this match into his team's favor!
BJ: Harris bringing Maverick up to his feet one more time… and smashes his head into the mat once again, this time with a running bulldog. Ash and Skipper are practically screaming on the outside. They had no idea the momentum of this match was going to change so dramitcally! Harris with the cover…
_ONE!_
_TWO!_
_KICKOUT!_
AJ: The momentum may have changed, but Maverick's not dead yet. Harris lifting him back to his feet, and whipping Seth into a neutral corner.
BJ: Harris doing a good job of keeping up the pressure, and he charges in…
*THWACK!*
_OHHHHHHHH!_
AJ: But Maverick gets his foot up, and Harris tastes whatever the last thing Seth stepped in was!
BJ: That'd probably be the New York Wrecking Crew's dignity, AJ.
AJ: Indeed. Anyways, back to the match, Harris is down on the mat, thanks to a single leg trip by Maverick, and Maverick is layering punch upon punch into RJ's head.
BJ: And which each punch, Manifest Destiny becomes a bit closer to becoming the first team into the Semifinals.
AJ: The referee is trying to pry Seth away, he's not being very successful at it, though.
BJ: There, Maverick lets go, but he moves right back in, hoisting Harris back to his feet. He grabs Harris… belly to belly suplex, and Harris is clutching his back in pain!
AJ: That was almost pure devastation right there. Mavericks moving in for the kill, getting Harris back to his feet. Maverick charges in, running knee strike!
_Whiff_
_POPPAGE!_
BJ: NO! Harris dodged out of the way! Mavericks a bit stunned that move missed, he's turning around… RIGHT INTO A SUPERKICK FROM RJ HARRIS!
AJ: He nearly took his head of! We have a cover!
_ONE!_
_TWO!_
BJ: I think Maverick kicked out, but Brigham Smith isn't taking any chances, as he charges in and breaks that up.
AJ: McCarthy's coming in, but the ref has already forced Brigham back into the corner, and Marc's going to play it smart, and get back to his corner, in case Harris wants to tag out.
BJ: It looks like he does. Harris has Maverick in an armwrench, and dragging him into the corner… theres the tag! McCarthy going upstairs, and Harris gets Maverick into a full nelson.
AJ: This doesn't look good for the Syndicate of Evil. Maverick's dazed, and Ash and Skipper are screaming at him to wake up.
BJ: Full Nelson Slam… OH MY GOD!
*WHAM!*
_MAJOR ASS POPPAGE!_
_and a Holy Shit chant!_
AJ: UNBELIEVABLE! As Harris hit that Full Nelson slam, McCarthy flew off, connecting perfectly with a diving clothesline. Maverick is broken in half, and the Syndicate is in serious trouble!
BJ: Look at Brigham in the corner, AJ. He's fairly fresh, and he's DESPERATELY wanting his partner to make that tag. But Mavericks out on the mat, and there's nothing he can do!
AJ: Harris climbing out of the ring, and now its all McCarthy, who's going for the cover…
_ONE!_
_TWO!_
_NO!_
_GROAAAAAAAN_
BJ: Maverick powers out of that! After all he's taken, Seth Maverick is still ticking somewhere.
AJ: You can hear the crowd. They know McCarthy might have Maverick right he wants him, and after seeing Mutual Benefit take apart these guys a few weeks ago, the crowd is hungry for it to happen again!
BJ: McCarthy drags Maverick back to his feet, only to level him with a Russian Leg Sweep… and now it looks like the Aerial Artist is going upstairs!
AJ: Here it comes! Marc is up on the top turnbuckle.. he leaps… FROG SPLASH!
*THUD!*
_OOHHHHHHHHHH!!_
BJ: DENIED!
AJ: As Marc was coming down, Maverick got his knees up, and DROVE them into Marc's belly! That's got McCarthy completely senseless.
BJ: Maverick's not doing much better. He's slowly but surely trying to crawl to his corner, where the fresh Brigham Smith stands waiting. McCarthy's getting to his feet…
_STOP HIM, YOU IDIOT!_
AJ: Marc needs to get it together, and stop Brigham from getting back into this match!
BJ: NOW he sees it, Marc flies across the ring, and grabs Maverick by his ankle!
_YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!_
AJ: Maverick's trapped! McCarthy has him, and as long as he can help it, Maverick is not going to be making the tag!
BJ: McCarthy's gotta drag him away from the ropes though! Seth just needs a few inches, and he's no longer the legal man!
AJ: McCarthy's trying! By God he's trying! Look at Skipper and Ash, they're practically screaming… and the fact that the fans are against them aren't helping matters!
BJ: McCarthy's dragging him away! This is going to put a serious damper on any chance of the Syndicate of Evil advancing…
_GROAN!_
AJ: NO! Seth managed to kick McCarthy in the gut, and force Marc to release him! Mavericks trying to get across the ring… McCarthy cant stop him…
*SMACK*
_SON OF A BITCH!_
BJ: THERE'S THE TAG! Here comes the Stormin Mormin, straight at McCarthy… CLOTHESLINE, and the Aerial Artist is driven headfirst into the mat!
AJ: Look at Harris on the outside. He's pissed. He and McCarthy were almost in total control of this match, and Manifest Destiny managed to wriggle away.
BJ: Brigham Smith is like a man posessed though. He measures McCarthy up, dropkick to the head, Marc goes down.
_JEEEEEEEEEEEER!_
AJ: Marc trying to get up, but eats axehandle from Smith. Listen to the crowd, they are not happy with the course this match has suddenly taken.
BJ: McCarthy trying to get up again, but Smith kicks him, NO! Marc catches it! This can't be good for the Synd-
*SMACK!*
_SHIT!_
BJ: -icate
AJ: You forgot about Enziguris, didn't you?
BJ: …yeah.
AJ: Marc goes down, and it looks like Brighams going up! To the top rope that is.
BJ: Brigham quickly leaps…
*THUD!*
AJ: EXALTATION! Brigham just flattened Marc with that Stardust press!
BJ: Here's the cover!
_ONE!_
AJ: No! RJ Harris is going to come in to break this up!
BJ: But here comes Seth Maverick too!
_TWO!_
AJ: Maverick's going to head him off!
*THUD!*
_MAJOR POPPAGE!_
BJ: But Harris just flattened Maverick with a clothesline.. he's diving!
_THREE!_
AJ: Too late.
*DING DING DING!*
_BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!_
RA: HERE IS YOUR WINNERS, AND ADVANCING TO THE SEMIFINALS…. MANIFEST DESTINY!
BJ: They did it! Manifest Destiny pulls out a win, and they're going on to the semifinals!
AJ: Just goes to show that one tag can make all the difference, and Smith and Maverick made sure of that.
BJ: Smith pulls Maverick to his feet, they're exultant about this… Harris meanwhile has to scrape his partner off the canvas.
AJ: Anyways, folks, Manifest Destiny moves on, where they will face either of the WhirlyBirdz or the Heatseekers, which we have coming up next.
BJ: Kind of makes you wonder who these two want to face…
AJ: Well, there is definitely some bad blood between the Syndicate and the Birdz. If that match happens, these sparks are going to fly.
BJ: But the way the Seekers took out the Pharaohs in their first round, I wouldn't be too keen to face them, either!
AJ: We'll have to find out! Birdz.. Heatseekers, next!
Kusuo: Manifest Destiny continues to show their dominance with another victory.
Shinobi: We had the opportunity to see them in action in Burning Phoenix. You may not like their tactics but they are tremendous talent in the squared circle.
Kusuo: That they are. It looks like we are ready to go to the next match. Let's go down to ringside.
RA: The Following Second Round Match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing firstWeighing in at a combined weight of 427 lbs and hailing from Panama City Beach, Florida and Santa Cruz, Callifornia, respectively. Tyson Burke....Erik Ledger...THE HEATSEEKERS!!!!!
["Dig" by Mudvayne blares from the speakers as The Heatseekers step out from behind the curtain to a mixed reaction while they make their way to the ring and climb up on opposite corners to survey the crowd before jumping down to the mat.]
RA: And their opponents. Weighing in at a combined weight of 345 lbs and hailing from Indianapolis,Indiana and Manhatten, New York, respectively. They are former two-time WWA World Tag Team Champions. Being accompanied to the ring by Dan Pollaski. Terrance "Twister" Thompson.....Wendy Briese. They are collectively known as The WHIRLYBIRDZ!!!
(The house lights dim to near darkness, and the crowd leaps to their feet as the slow opening of The Juliana Theory's "To the tune of 5,000 Screaming Children begins to play)
#One! Two!#
(As the guitar breaks in, green and red strobes go off on stage, as a bit of fog collects over the entry way, as green and red lights and lazers flash all over the stage. Three sillhouettes walk out onto the stage.)
#YEAAAAAAAAAH!#
*BOOOOM!*
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
(With an explosion of red, green, and blue pyrotechnics on the stage, the house lights come back up, and we now see the WhirlyBirdz, Terrence, Wendy, and Pollaski standing on the stage. Twister points to the crowd trying to hype them up, while Wendy waves. Dan, who's holding a large metal tube behind him, stands quielty.)
#We knew you'd hate this#
#Before we wrote it#
#So listen up#
#We're telling you before you tell us#
(As Wendy and Twister start down to the ring, Dan raises the metal tube, pointing upward into the crowed, which roars as they see it's a hydraulic gun. Dan presses the trigger, and a balled up t-shirt goes flying through the air, into the stands, creating an impromptu mosh pit where people leap up to grab the souvenier.)
#We're not misinformed or misdirected#
#Functioning on your subjective#
#Your hatred only fuels us on!#
(Twister and Wendy continue to ringside, high fiving fans on both sides of the aisle along the way. Dan continues to fire a few more shirts into the crowd, The crowd laughing as one of the balls unfulrls itself, and the T-shirt flutters down into the waiting arms of a lucky fan.)
#Now how about a word or two on you?#
#You're an alias#
#An email address#
#We let a lot more out than you do
(The Birdz slide into the ring, and head for opposite turnbuckles, as Dan fires his last shirt, before setting the hydraulic gun down, and walking to ringside. Behind him, a stagehand grabs the device, and takes it backstage.)
#WHOOOOOO!#
#We won't be part of your revolution#
#So listen up we're telling you this is our business#
#We're not misinformed or misdirected#
#WE'll make our own insurrection#
#So keep on punishing our wrongs!#
(Twister and Wendy climb down from the turnbuckles, before walking to center ring, where they give each other a hug, the crowd giving a nice "aww")
#You do! You do!#
#YOU DO! YOU DO!#
#You do! You do!#
#YOU DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!#
(As the music fades, Wendy nods, and steps through the ropes, and Twister turns around to start the match.)
[DING!!! DING!!!! DING!!!!]
[The bell rings as Tyson Burke and Twister Thompson continue to stand in the middle of the ring and trash-talk each other before finally locking up in the middle of the ring. Burke just drops Twister to the mat with a right hand to the face. Twister gets back to his feet to be met with another right hand. Twister comes back with a vicious knife edge chop to the chest that staggers Burke.]
AJ: What a way to test each other out.
[Burke checks his chest for bruising before circling the ring while Twister continues to eye him. They go to lock up again. Burke grabs a side headlock. Twister connects with a couple of forearm shots to the ribs before he shoots Burke into the ropes but Twister drops low as Burke goes over the top and hits the ropes again and Twister takes him over with a high hip toss. Burke fights back to his feet and Twister takes him over another hip toss. Burke backs up into a neutral corner to the delight of the fans while Twister continues to stand in the middle of the ring and waits for him.]
BJ: Twister is showing in the early going that Burke can't rattle him.
AJ: They are showing tremendous ability so far in that ring.
[Twister is daring Burke to come out of the corner. Burke catches Twister by surprise with a rake of the eyes. Burke fires away with a couple of hard knife edge chops before he hits the ropes but Twister comes back and takes him over with an arm drag. Twister locks on an armbar while Burke is complaining to the ref about his hair being pulled. The ref asks Twister but he shakes his head no. Burke works his way to his feet and slings Twister off. Twister charges after Burke but he counters with a big belly to belly suplex out of nowhere. Burke gets to his feet and grabs Twister before he throws him into the near corner.]
BJ: Looks like Burke is about to take Twister to school.
[Burke connects with a kick to the midsection and fires away with numerous kicks to the midsection before connecting with a spinning hook kick to the jaw of Twister. Twister slumps into the corner when Burke irish-whips Twister into the ropes and sends him up and over with a back body drop. Burke goes for the cover.]
1...
2...
BJ: Two count only.
AJ: Not enough to put Twister down.
[Twister quickly kicks out when Burke grabs Twister and throws him into the far corner and charges in with a clothesline to the chest. Burke follows up with a vicious chop to the chest but Twister comes back with a chop of his own. They trade chops to the chest until Burke nails Twister with a thrust to the throat. Burke shoots Twister into the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Twister ducks under and turns Burke around into a kick into the midsection. Twister grabs Burke by the ears and fires away with numerous kneelifts to the face before he takes him down with a DDT. Burke tries to fight his way up to his feet when Twister takes aim and connects with a roundhouse right to the head. Twister makes his way to the near corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle before he comes down with an legdrop across the neck before going for the cover.]
1...
2...
BJ: And Burke sneaks out at two.
[Twister pulls Burke up by the hair and waves the ref away before picking him up and connecting with numerous elbow shots to the head before connecting with a boot to the midsection. Twister grabs a front facelock and takes him to the mat with another DDT that takes Burke down to the mat hard as Burke grabs his neck.]
AJ: Looks like Twister slowly picking Burke's neck apart.
[Twister holds onto the front facelock and brings Burke up to his feet and pulls him up for a vertical suplex before dropping him over the top rope and bringing him to the mat with a slingshot suplex and rolls through for the cover.]
1...
2...
BJ: Burke with the kickout.
[Twister grabs Burke by the hair and pulls him up to his feet but Burke counters with a knife edge chop before taking him over with a snapmare. Burke pulls Twister up and buries the boot into the midsection before drilling him into the mat with a scissors kick. Burke pulls Twister into the right spot on the mat before he hits the ropes and comes down with a big kneedrop to the forehead of Twister. Burke follows up with a blantant choke. The ref starts his count.]
1...
2...
3...
4...
Burke breaks the choke and goes for the cover.]
1...
2...
BJ: Twister barely gets the shoulder up at two.
[Burke gets to his feet and tosses Twister out of the ring and slips out after him. Twister slowly gets to his feet when Burke connects with a dropkick that topples him over the railing. The fans begin to abandon their seats and form a circle around Twister as he continues to stagger further into the crowd as Burke slips back into the ring. He runs and hits the ropes opposite the side of the ring and then runs towards Twister and hits a springboard swan dive, nailing them five rows back in the crowd, leaping nearly 15 feet as the fans leap to their feet.]
AJ: Now, that's what you call high-risk.
[Burke gets back to his feet and drags Twister to his feet and throws him over the barricade as he leaps over after him and throws him back into the ring. Burke rolls back into the ring and stomps away at the head and chest area of Twister. Burke brings Twister to his feet when he makes the tag to Ledger. Burke drapes Twister over the top rope when Ledger hits the farside ropes before leaping over Burke and crashing down upon Twister. Twister grabs his throat, Ledger digs into the eyes of Twister. Ledger backs away and takes the attention of the ref while Burke reaches in and chokes Twister. Burke breaks the choke when Ledger makes the tag to Burke as they each grab a leg and pulls them over in a forward roll. They get to their feet and brings Wendy into the ring, the hard way.]
BJ: It looks like it's breaking down and the ref is barely hanging on to control of the match.
BJ: Twister and Burke, Wendy and Ledger!
[Twister and Wendy hit the ropes, double baseball slide by the duo, Burke and Ledger turn around into a double lariat by Wendy and Twister pulls Burke to his feet and goes for an irish whip and leaps up for a dropkick but Burke hangs onto the ropes. Burke grabs the legs and delivers a headbutt to the family jewels of Twister.]
AJ: Now, that was low. Even I'll admit that one.
[Ledger and Wendy are still exchanging rights and forearms when Wendy grabs Ledger and looks for a suplex but Ledger comes back with an elbow to the side of the head. Ledger picks up Wendy and goes for a slam but Wendy floats over and drops Ledger with an inverted DDT. Burke gets back to his feet as does Wendy. Burke scores first with a right and locks on a reverse gutwrench and gets Wendy up into a tombstone but Wendy continues to move and lands on her feet and drops Burke with a DDT.]
AJ: Wendy and Twister are holding their own but The Heatseekers are turning up the heat..
[Ledger and Burke roll out of the ring while Twister climbs up the turnbuckles. Ledger's finally up to his feet and launches himself with a plancha onto Ledger. Wendy hits the ropes and connects with a baseball slide dropkick that sends Burke into the steel. Wendy gets right behind Burke when Burke grabs a beer from a fan and slams it right between the eyes of Wendy. Twister getting back to his feet and grabs Ledger and looks to whip him into the barricade but Ledger reverses the whip and sends Twister hard into the barricade. Ledger charges in and catches Twister with a cactus clothesline sending both of them into the crowd. Wendy's staggering around at ringside when Burke grabs him and sends him head first into the steel steps. Burke grabs a steel chair from nearby and tries to crush Wendy's head but Wendy gets out of the way and grabs Ledger and the chair and takes him over with a side russian legsweep. Ledger gets to his feet when Twister connects with a headbutt to the midsection. Twister back up to his feet and grabs Ledger and takes him over with a suplex and takes out the second row. Burke nails Wendy with a fist to the mid-section before climbing up the steps and taking Wendy down with a swinging DDT. Twister grabs Ledger and throws him back into the ring area when Twister climbs to the top of the guardrai.]
AJ: What in the hell?!
[Ledger gets back to his feet when Twister leaps off with a leg lariat off the steel. Burke throws Wendy onto the ring apron while Burke is right behind him. Burke picks up Wendy and throws her off of the apron towards the fans when Wendy eats the steel guardrail.]
BJ: The fans in front of them are going nuts over there.
[Wendy gets dumped into the first row of the crowd when Burke grabs a chair. Wendy gets up and gets blasted in the face with the steel chair as the ref rings the bell.]
[DING!!! DING!!!! DING!!!]
AJ: The ref has seen enough and ended this match-up.
[The ref raises the hands of The Birdz when Burke connects with a vicious chair shot to the back of Twister when Pollaski comes in with his trusty pepper spray and hits Burke in the face with it. Burke flails around madly when Ledger tries to clear his eyes while helping Burke.]
Shinobi: The Birdz move on but by not the best of means.
Kusuo: Maybe, in the future, we will see these two teams go at it and hope to see the best team win.
Shinobi: Hope springs eternal. We shall wait and see, I suppose.
Kusuo: It looks like the World Tag Team Champions are set for their match. Let's go to ringside.
AJ: Okay, we are down to six teams, and I think its time we cut it to five.
BJ: Yup, next up, the current Tag Team Champions the Forces of Nature are going to be taking on the team of Deke Rivers and Canis Lee. So, without any further ado, lets head on down to the ring!
RA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, AND IS A SECOND ROUND MATCH IN THE 2004 CROCKETT CUP TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT! INTRODUCING FIRST, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY POUNDS, THE TEAM OF DEKE RIVERS AND CANIS LEE!
("The Way I Feel" by 12 Stones plays, and Deke Rivers and Canis Lee head down to the ring.)
AJ: There's the team of Rivers and Lee, and these two have been nothing short of surprising so far in this tournament.
BJ: That’s right, AJ. These two pulled off an impressive win over the returning Batteries Not Included to get here. Lets see if what they can do against the WWA Tag Team Champions.
RA: AND THEIR OPPONENT, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF FOUR HUNDRED AND SIX POUNDS, THEY ARE THE CURRENT WORLD WRESTLING ALLIANCE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, THE FORCES OF NATURE!
[The lights in the Ericsson Stadium fade into blackness, as green spotlights dance about the crowd, followed shortly by a barrage of green strobe lights. "Learn to Fly" by The Foo Fighters blasts over the loudspeakers, as the two Canadian Youths of 'The Forces of Nature' head out onto the entranceway, with their WWA Tag Titles strapped around their waists.]
Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
Hook me up a new revolution
Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughing and watched the last one die
[Jonesy stops in awe at the sight before him, barely able to contain his excitement... as Hyatt elbows him in the ribs - motioning for him to head down the walkway. Under each arm, the two carry a rather thick amount of cardboard, for no apparent reason.]
I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
[The two boys dart off around either side of the ring, handing a piece of cardboard to anyone in the front row who will accept it. A wave of confusion works it's way through the front row, as questioning faces look at the cardboard handed to them... beforey Hyatt and Frost slide into the ring, and mount opposite turnbuckles.]
I'm looking for complication
Looking cause I'm tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
[The two raise their arms valiently, before a frustrated look crosses their face. Frost points to a few people in the front row, motioning for them to hold their cardboard up... turning the front row of the Ericsson Stadium into the biggest fans the Forces of Nature have, to date.]
I think I'm done nursing the patience
I can wait one night
I'd give it all away if you give me one last try
We'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life
Run and tell the angels that everything is alright...
Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone
Try and make this life my own
[Newly energized by the flurry of laughter and morale, the boys heft their titles into the sky... wearing massively goofy grins, before switching turnbuckles. The song slowly begins to fade, as the two drop down... and begin to warm up for the battle ahead of them. Both being barely able to contain their excitement, they soon stop... and begin to glance around the ring at the signs they had created earlier in the day.]
[The referee heads over to their corner, patting down each of the boys. Frost first, and the ref is quite relieved to find nothing more than an eyepatch on Jonesy, and a copy of "The Alexandria Journal" on Hyatt. Shaking his head in confusion, he removes the items... before allowing the duo to warm up.]
AJ: There you have the World Tag Team Champions, Forces of Nature, one of the more… bizarre tag teams to grace the WWA as of late.
BJ: No doubt about it, AJ, these guys are nuts. I mean, they actually thought they lost their tag team championship to squirrels.
AJ: Indeed, but, antics aside, these two have been nothing short of unstoppable since joining the Alliance, and they are looking to keep this thing going.
BJ: Well, talking is over, and we are ready to go!
*DING DING DING!*
BJ: There's the bell, and it looks like we're going to have Lee and Frost start us off. The two mean head to the center of the ring, and they hook up! The Rivers/Lee team has a clear cut size advantage in this contest, an eighty-four pound combined weight difference.
AJ: But, as any woman will tell you, size doesn't matter, but how you use it!
BJ: Yeah, I’m sure, AJ. Anyways, Lee is using his larger mass to shove Jonesy around, backing him up into the turnbuckle…
*SMACK!*
_WHOOOOOOOO!_
AJ: Oh, man, I heard that!
BJ: What a knife-edge chop from Lee to Frost! Frost is clutching his chest in pain!
*SMACK!*
_WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!_
AJ: And there's another one! That has to sting!
*SMACK!*
_WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!_
BJ: That’s three hard chops from Lee to Frost, and all three of those just ECHOED throughout the packed building!
AJ: The referee telling Canis that if he's planning on standing in a corner and smacking the bejezus out of Jonesy Frost all day, he's going to be sadly mistaken. That would make for a boring match.
BJ: I've seen worse. Anyways, Lee grabs Frost, and sends him hard across the ring, turnbuckle to turnbuckle, Frost landing hard on the other side. Lee charges in… BUT FROST MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!
AJ: What was going to be a full body splash just turned into a guy-on-turnbuckle pad make out session!
BJ: And Lee is woozy as a result, Jones wastes no time hitting a fireman's carry, before going to work on Lee with that crucifix knee bar.
AJ: This has been a strategy we've been seeing so far, if you can use a submission to take out the wheels of a larger man, you can really swing the advantage into your favor.
BJ: Lee still has too much left in him, though, and he easily powers his way to the ropes, and Frost is forced to break the hold. Frost backing away from Lee, don't know how smart this is.
AJ: Actually, he's going to tag in Hyatt, which is fairly smart, as Frost is the submissionist of the team, he's going to want his opponents a bit worn down to do his damage.
BJ: Indeed, smart teamwork there on the part of Forces of Nature. Hyatt goes to work, measuring Lee up. Lee gets to his feet, turns around, and charges… but goes nowhere as Hyatt nails a BEAUTIFUL floating armdrag, once again sending Canis Lee crashing to the mat!
AJ: What a great move on behalf of the Forces of Nature, who have taken a decisive advantage here in the early going of the Crockett Cup!
BJ: Hyatt's not done yet, he bounces off the ropes… baseball slide dropkick, right into the head of Lee!
AJ: There's a cover!
_ONE!_
_TWO!_
BJ: And Canis powers out. Hyatt wasting no time again, going for a few stomps to Lee's head.
AJ: He brings Canis to his feet, looking for another Irish whip, but Lee reverses, and its Hyatt that goes crashing into the turnbuckle instead. Hyatt clutches his back in pain, before charging out… right into a back body drop from Canis Lee… that was some serious altitude!
BJ: Hyatt crashing to the mat, and now its Lee who's on the offensive. He grabs Hyatt, and whips him right into his own turnbuckle, where Deke Rivers is waiting for the tag!
AJ: And there it is! Both men are setting Hyatt on the turnbuckle… OH MY GOD!
BJ: Lee is getting up on the turnbuckle too, and Rivers is standing beneath him… it’s a totem pole suplex!
*THUD!*
_OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!_
AJ: What a double team move by the combination of Rivers and Lee! Hyatt has to be feeling the burn after that.
BJ: The referee telling Lee to get out of the ring, and Canis readily obliges. You do NOT want to get disqualified here.
AJ: Now its River's turn to go to work on Hyatt… he picks him up… there's a whip to the corners… its like a Celtic brothel, with all the Irish Whips we're seeing in this match!
BJ: Hyatt hard into the turnbuckle, and Rivers sharges in, running shoulder attack, just DRIVING Hyatt into the corner!
AJ: Hyatt feeling serious pain after that. He weakly stumbles out of the corner, right into a side walk slam from Rivers.
BJ: The crowds fallen silent with disappointment, the Forces of Nature have become quite the fan favorites over the past few weeks, and this match sure isn't going the way most of the fans were hoping.
AJ: Well, on that note, Rivers is heading up to the second turnbuckle… I think we're about to see a fist drop… there it is!
*THUD!*
_OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!_
BJ: He got all of that, and Hyatt is flattened! There is the cover…
_ONE!_
_TWO!_
AJ: And broken up, thanks to some quick moving by Jonesy Frost. Canis Lee's charging in to put an end to that, but Frost quickly slides out of the ring, and the referee now has to yell at Lee to get back into his corner.
BJ: Even so, Ashley Hyatt is down, and in serious pain, and Deke Rivers definitely holding onto the advantage. Hyatt is jerked to his feet, and taken down with a basic body slam.
AJ: Rivers has a good forty pounds on Hyatt, and he's using that to his advantage.
BJ: Rivers now sizing Hyatt up as Ashley struggles to his feet. Here comes a power clothesline!
AJ: But Hyatt ducks! Rivers is stunned, his momentum carries him into the turnbuckle, he bounces off, confused…
*SMACK!*
_POP!_
BJ: Savate kick by Hyatt, right to River's head! Deke Rivers is down! Hyatt's woozy, but he's staying on his feet, and he's heading towards the turnbuckle.
AJ: Hyatt's on the top rope, and he's measuring Rivers up as he gets to his feet. Rivers gets his bearing, turns towards Ashely…
_POPPAGE!_
BJ: MASSIVE Headscissors takedown! Hyatt got all of that, and Rivers is down and out!
AJ: Hyatt staggering to his corner, there's the tag, and Frost immediately climbs that turnbuckle!
BJ: I don't know about this… two top rope moves in a row? It seems awfully risky!
AJ: Well, we're about to find out… OFF THE TOP ROPE MOONSAULT HEADBUTT!
*BAM!*
_POPPAGE!_
BJ: He got all of that! Rivers noggin is knocked completely silly!
AJ: And a cover!
_ONE!_
_TWO!_
_THREE!_
BJ: NO! The referee is only signalling two, as Canis Lee got in there, and broke that up!
AJ: Frost definitely disappointed, he thought he had the win there!
BJ: I did too to be honest. Frost's realizing that arguing is going to get him nowhere though, and he's bringing Rivers back to his feet… NO! Rivers elbows Frost in the gut, that sends him to his knees, and a shuffle side kick to the head sends Frost down to the mat.
AJ: Rivers makes the tag to Lee, but before there can be any double team maneuver, the referee is forcing Rivers back to the outside, leaving Lee in alone with a stunned Frost.
BJ: Lee grabs Frost, and sends him to the ropes… SWINGING NECKBREAKER! I don’t think Frost was as stunned as we thought!
AJ: Nope, he just countered that move by Lee, and now it’s the Forces of Nature back on the advantage. B
J: Frost whips Lee back into the corner, and now he's setting something up! He's putting Lee on the top rope… a tiger suplex?
AJ: I don't believe this… it’s a SUPER ROAR OF THE TIGER!
*THUD!*
_MAJOR POPPAGE!_
BJ: MY GOD! LEES HEAD DRIVEN INTO THE MAT!
AJ: There's the cover!
_ONE!_
BJ: Here comes Rivers to make the save, but…
AJ: Ashley running in to… he gets behind Rivers… WHIRLING DERVISH!
_TWO!_
BJ: Well, that does it for his partner… Lee's going to have to get out of this on his own!
_THREE!_
AJ: Not a chance in hell, after that.
*DING DING DING!*
RA: HERE IS YOUR WINNERS… THE FORCES OF NATURE!
AJ: What a win by the Forces of Nature, and they sure took it too the team of Deke Rivers and Canis Lee.
BJ: Indeed, Rivers and Lee sure tried, but the World Tag Team Champions were just too much for them.
AJ: SO that makes the Forces of Nature the third team into the semifinals, along with Manifest Destiny and the WhirlyBirdz. The Forces will be taking on the winner of our upcoming match between Mutual Benefit and the Soldiers of Redemption.
BJ: Indeed, can Mutual Benefit get to where they can face the team that took them out for the tag team titles barely a week ago? We're about to find out.
Shinobi: And the champs continue to roll as they make it to the semifinals.
Kusuo: With the last quarterfinal yet to start, things could get intriguing.
Shinobi: The team of McClain and Beckett have been impressive but Mutual Benefit must be chomping at the bit to get another shot at Forces of Nature.
Kusuo: Two very good teams, only one can meet The Champs. Let's find out.
AJ: Okay, its time for our last Quarterfinal match, and it looks to be a doozy!
BJ: That’s right, AJ, as the team of Matt McClain and Ryan Beckett are all set to take on Mutual Benefit!
AJ: Mutual Benefit looking for the rite of passage to face the Forces of Nature in the Semifinals. The Forces of Nature, you may all recall, defeated Mutual Benefit merely days ago for the WWA World Tag Team Chmpionship, so you can be sure that they are going to be looking for an opportunity to get revenge.
BJ: That’s right, but first, they'll have to face "Hurricane" Matt McClain and "Irish Ryan Beckett.
AJ: Indeed, lets go to the ring.
RA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, AND IT IS A SECOND-ROUND MATCH IN THE CROCKETT CUP TOURNAMENT. INTRODUCING FIRST, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF FIVE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN POUNDS, THE TEAM OF "HURRICANE" MATT MCCLAIN AND "IRISH" RYAN BECKETT… THE SOLDIERS OF REDEMPTION!
The sound of waves crashing along with the sound of thunder and howling winds fill the arena. They are soon joined by the shrill of sirens echoing though out the building. As the sounds echo, the lights act as if they were streaks of lightning, lighting up the area with each burst.
The sounds of a lone violin starts in low and then starts to kick up quickly. It is soon followed by a rhythmic drumbeat joining the violin. The two play together for a matter of moments and is then joined my a riffs of a guitar to complete the opening of the song as they reach a climax when a voice comes into the remixed theme.
#I CAN’T FEEL THE WAY I DID BEFORE#
#DON’T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME#
#I WON’T BE IGNORED#
#TIME WON’T HEAL THIS DAMAGE ANYMORE!#
#DON’T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME#
#I WON’T BE IGNORED!#
Soon the lights dim down, as a hush falls over the crowd leaving the arena in total darkness. With out warning, multi-colored lights start exploding through out the arena. With in a matter of seconds a massive explosion rips through out the entranceway leaving most of the fans breathless as a wall of fire reaches out to touch the top of the arena. As the smoke and fire start to clear out, the fans can see that a new Bayoutron starts to fade in. a golden outline of a flame comes into sight as McClain’s silver cross slams into the flame as it sounds like steel hitting steel, and is quick to fade to blackness as his name is quick to fade in! Soon it starts to flash across the Bayoutron into all kinds of various different letter fonts and colors! Behind his name, there are clips of The Submission Specialist winning past titles, making opponents tap with his crippling Breaking Point, climbing to the top rope and hitting the high flying Point of No Return, and The Perfect Storm, as well as his Natural Disaster as well as pulling off some of the most unbelievable moves ever seen!
Next we see barbed wire zip across the screen of the Bayoutron in the corners in rows. Then we see a four leaf clover appear on screen as be see barbed wire start to wrap around the clover, as the words from both sides of the screen slide under the shamrock that read, “SHAMROCKS AND SHINIGANS” as we see a up close and very intense face shot of one “Irish” Ryan Beckett. Clips start to replace Beckett’s face as he hits high power moves on various opponents, and celebrating with the fans. #I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident#
#Cause you don't understand I do what I can but sometimes I don't make sense#
#I say what you never wanna say but I've never had a doubt#
#It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear me out#
#So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do#
#Face away and pretend that I'm not#
#But I'll be here 'cause you’re all that I've got#
Soon, Matt McClain and Ryan Beckett emerge in the entranceway. As soon as the fans see them, they come unglued! they raises both of their arms high into the air as the crowd roars with approval! As they make the slow walk to the ring, the multi-colored lights start to glisten off their skin. McClain is dressed in a pair of metallic blue tights. On his left leg of his tights in a metallic gold lettering, and outlined in black is his name “McCLAIN”, and on his opposite leg, in the same metallic gold material and outlined in black is a modified cross surrounded in flames. You can see HURRICANE spelled out on the back of his tights. His white paten leather boots bare the same cross as his tights in a blue paten leather color. His wrist and forearms are taped up with the similar metallic colored tape. His hair has just been cut short again, with the longer front, and dyed a deep royal blue, almost black, along with wild streaks of gold running wild through the rest of his hair. His metallic black-framed Oakley’s hide his cold ice blue eyes from the world! The shimmering ruby reflective lens shine with the exploding lights as they blink off and on suddenly as he makes his way closer to the ring. Beckett is dressed in a pair of blue jeans, black wrestling boots and a white wife beater. His wrist and hands are taped up with black take, so that his punches sting more.
#NOW, HEAR ME OUT!#
#YOU’RE GOING TO LISTEN TO ME, LIKE IT OR NOT!#
#RIGHT NOW, HEAR ME OUT!#
#YOU’RE GOING TO LISTEN TO ME, LIKE IT OR NOT!#
#RIGHT NOW!#
As soon as McClain enters the ring, two spotlights bath him in a pale blue color, circle around the arena and then converge into the center of the ring where the man stands, as if he's frozen in place. His chiseled body, which is bathed in the pale blue light, is ridged. He soon breaks the still like stance by jerking up his arms high into the air. The roars of the fans give him a sudden massive rush like none other before! For a brief moment, he feels as if he's a God as the fans cheer uncontrollably! With his arms out stretched high into the air, flash bulbs all over the arena pop with a bright white light. It's almost an indescribable rush! To think that the fans would worship him as if he were a God is just an indescribable feeling, even if it's only for a brief moment! As the pyros go off behind him, the lights start to come back up as the fans start to go crazy yet once again!
When Beckett hits the ring, he looks out into the crowd. he smiles widely, and he shakes his head and hops up onto the apron. Beckett steps over to the nearest turnbuckle, and he hops up it, holding hands high in the air. As Beckett steps down off of the turnbuckle and over into the ring. He looks from right to left at all of the cheering fans before making his way to the opposite turnbuckle.
#I CAN’T FEEL THE WAY I DID BEFORE#
#DON’T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME#
#I WON’T BE IGNORED#
#TIME WON’T HEAL THIS DAMAGE ANYMORE!#
#DON’T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME#
#I WON’T BE IGNORED!#
AJ: There's the team of Ryan Beckett and Matt McClain… no official name for the duo.
BJ: What about "Irish Hurricane?"
AJ: Hrm.. that sounds like the name of a good Alcoholic drink.
RA:AND THEIR OPPONENTS, FIRST, FROM HUDDERSFIELD, ENGLAND, WEIGHING IN AT TWO-HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR POUNDS… JAMES KEILER!
[The lights die, not dim die. The guitar entrance of the Libertines "Boy's in the Bad" kicks ]
[On the video wall scrolling words begin.]
[Until the vocals start,]
~# You walk in like you never seen the light,
You walk in like it every night,
But I've never seen you dance and I never heard you sing,
So how could it mean a single thing? #~
~# It's all so rudimentary #~
[A single spotlight finds James Keiler on the ramp, slightly head banging, slightly dancing, before he becomes still and opens his arms out, and spins around a few times.]
~# You're talking like your handy in a fight,
You talk about it every night,
But I've never seen those flowers in the barrell of your gun,
All I've ever seen you do is run, #~
~# It's nice of you to mention #~
[The Sleazter is dressed in a pair of baggy flared black full length leather trousers, with white boots just peeping out underneath.]
~# But tell me baby how does it feel?
I know you like the roll of the limousine wheel yeah
And they all get them out for (- they all get them out)
For the boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band)
They twist and they shout for (- they twist and they scream and shout)
For the boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band) #~
[James heads towards the ring, slowly making his way down the ramp playing up to several female fans along the ramp way. Green lights start to fade back up.]
~# You walk in like you never seen the light
You walk in like it every night
But then I stopped to think and I asked myself 'why?'
It's one of those things that darling you must try #~
~# It's all so rudimentary #~
[With the arena now bathed in green Keiler reaches the ring and slides in mounting a turnbuckle to acknowledge the support of his home town CCW fans.]
~# And now I'm jealous I'm jealous of my own
I've no homestead but through these hearts I will roam yeah
They all get them out (- they all get them out)
For the boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band)
They scream and they shout for (- they twist and they scream and shout)
For they boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band) #~
[Keiler jumps down, tests the ropes elasticity before having a few words with the referee. Keiler goes to his corner, awaiting Manifest Destiny.]
RA: AND HIS PARTNER, FROM PARTS UNKNOWN, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED POUNDS, HE IS "THE ANGEL".. AZREAL!
["Suffer" by Staind erupts from the PA system as Azrael walks from the back through a thick haze of blue tinted smoke, his eyes scanning the crowd, searching the faces of the people for their reactions.]
The more you see the more you do
The television’s feeding you
Write what you want to hear, anger and fear
because you suffer the hate you feel won’t go away
you’re all programmed to feel this way to live
a
nother day within a world that loves to suffer
[Azrael is clad in blue and black full body wrestling gear with blue and black boots and a blue and black mask with his long white hair hanging halfway down his back, streaked with bright blue highlights. The blue and white strobe lights mixing with the thick blue and gray fog rolling down the ramp combine to form an illusion much like the ocean before a storm with Azrael blending right in. The flash of cameras as he walks down the aisle illuminate the bright blue eyes behind the mask, eyes which are focused and full of intensity as they lock upon the ring. For the few fans who reach out to him, Azrael moves closer to the sides, slapping hands with them as he continues on down to the ring.]
And then I come to find everything’s O.K.
seen this all before but that was yesterday
try to walk right through the messes that I’ve made
Just let me enjoy the life here that I’ve made
[Once he gets down to the ring, Azrael, leaps up onto the ring apron and summersaults over the top rope to stand inside the ring, raises his arms in the air as he turns to each side of the ring to acknowledge the fans as the last notes of his music fade away]
AJ: There is the last participant into this match, former Cruiserweight Champion Azreal.
BJ: Completing the team of Mutual Benefit, former WWA Tag Team champions.
AJ: They have an opportunity to get those titles back soon, but tonight, its all about the Crockett Cup.
*DING DING DING!*
BJ: There's the bell, and James Keiler and Matt McClain step through the ropes, leaving Azreal and Beckett to start us off.
AJ: The team of McClain and Beckett definitely enjoying a size advantage in this match, they have nearly 100 pounds on their opponents.
BJ: But don't think to count Mutual Benefit out because of that, as they have the speed. You can see that right now as those two are circling each other. Becketts having to put a lot more effort out to keep Azreal in front of him.
AJ: Beckett has enough of the circling, and charges in, locking up with Azreal. This isn't what "The Angel" is going to want to do here, and he pays for it as Beckett shoves him down hard!
BJ: Good strategy by Beckett, if he can manage to manhandle both Azreal and Keiler, this could end up being a short match.
AJ: I don't think either of those two are going to allow that to happen. Azreal is back on his feet, and once again circling. Beckett tries charging in again… and pays for it as Azreal leaps up, and nails a drop kick right to his face!
BJ: I don't know how Beckett kept himself from going down, but you can tell he's reeling. The big Irishman recollects his wits, turning back to the masked phenom that is Azreal.
AJ: Beckett charging in again… he may not want to do that..
BJ: Indeed, Azreal moves out of the way, and sends Beckett crashing to the mat with a drop toe hold. Azreal's quickly on him, applying a reverse crucifix kneebar.
AJ: Smart thinking by the smaller guy, if he can take Beckett's mobility away, that’s going to give Mutual Benefit that much more of an advantage.
BJ: Unfortunately for Azreal, Beckett is too close to the ropes,and he makes the easy grab, forcing "The Angel" to let go.
AJ: Azreal still trying to keep up the pressure though. Beckett tries to get back to his feet, but Azreal hits another dropkick, this time to the knee, and Beckett goes crashing back to the mat.
BJ: Azreal doing a great job keeping Beckett down, but it looks like he's going to go a bit bigger than dropkicks and kneebars now.
AJ: Indeed, Azreal on top of the turnbuckle… he leaps!
*THUD!*
_OHHHHHH!_
BJ: Not a smart move from "The Angel' as Beckett rolls out of the way of his moonsault.
AJ: Indeed, Beckett now struggling back to his feet, you can see his knee is a bit sore thanks to Azreal. Az is getting up slowly too, but Becketts ahead of him. He grabs Azreal,
*POW!*
_OOOOOOOOOH!_
BJ: What a haymaker from Beckett to Azreal! A few more of those, and the BWA's very talented medical staff is going to have to sew Azreal's head back on!
AJ: Indeed, BJ. Things aren't going so well for "The Angel" now. He's down, and his opponent outmasses him by a good eighty pounds!
BJ: Beckett with a few stomps to Azreals head, but now he's picking Azreal up, and a HARD whip into the turnbuckle! Beckett charges in… AVALANCHE!
*CRUNCH!*
_Ooooooooohhhhh_
AJ: And all the wind has just been sucked out of Azreal as Beckett squashes him into the corner. Beckett tags in McClain, and quickly steps out of the ring.
BJ: McClain comes in, and begins picking up right where his partner left off. He's putting body blow after body blow into Azreals body.
AJ: Azreals been in since the start of this match, and he has been taking a beating for most of that time!
BJ: McClain now setting Azreal onto the top rope, and they are looking to go big on this.
AJ: Azreal is set up, here it comes… SUPERPLEX!
*THUD!*
_POP!_
BJ: And Azreal is squashed into the canvas! Look at him holding his back in pain.
AJ: There's a cover… we might just be seeing one hell of a huge upset here!
_ONE!_
_TWO!_
BJ: But James Keiler runs in and breaks it up, keeping Mutual Benefit alive here in this match.
AJ: But Keiler is not the legal man, and he is forced to leave the ring. Azreal is in BIG trouble, he needs to make a tag.
BJ: Well, McClain knows that his teams in good form, as long as that doesn't happen. He's got Azreal back up, and there's a swinging neckbreaker, sending Azreal back to the mat.
AJ: Azreal trying to get back to his feet, but its not working, and you can see Keiler standing on the outside, he is NOT happy about this.
BJ: McClain is back over Azreal, impeding his attempt to get up with a double axehandle. Az is back on the mat, and he's hurting badly.
AJ: Uh oh! McClain's taking off for the nearest turnbuckle, I have a feeling he's going to be going big here!
BJ: McClains' got a thirty pound weight advantage… if he connects… this could take Azreal clean out of this match!
AJ: What's McClain going to do? He leaps… SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
*WHAM!*
_OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!_
BJ: Azreal got his knees up! My God… that hurt Azreal… but McClain took the full brunt of the attack.
AJ: Both of the legal men are down, and they are in pain. McClain is trying to get back to his feet, Azreal is trying to tag out!
BJ: Azreal makes the tag, and here comes James Keiler! McClain gets to his feet, but goes straight back down thanks to a running STO!
AJ: James Keiler into this match with a fervor, he stomps McClain a few times and sets him up for a German Suplex… there it is!
BJ: As we've seen so many times before this evening, the tide in this match has taken yet another turn. James Keiler is completely fresh, this is his first time in the ring all evening.
AJ: Soldiers of Redemption now starting to find themselves in trouble here. Keiler bringing Hurricane back to his feet… REVERSE DDT!
BJ: Keiler is on fire, and the crowd is loving it!
AJ: Keiler heading to the nearest turnbuckle, he's up on the second tier! ELBOW DROP!
*THUD!*
_POP!_
BJ: Well, after two missed aerials earlier in the match, Keiler is the first to actually land one, and McClain is feeling the pain!
AJ: There's the cover!
_ONE!_
_TWO!_
BJ: And Beckett runs in to save the day for the Soldiers of Redemption
AJ: Beckett being forced out of the ring, and Keiler brings McClain back to his feet… spinning heel kick, knocking McClain back into the corner.
BJ: Keiler moves in… NO! McClain counters with a kick to Keiler's gut!
AJ: McClain immediately applies an arm wrench… smart move there, he's dragging Keiler over to his corner… There's the tag!
BJ: Beckett coming in, and there's a double axehandle, bringing Keiler to his knees, and that ends McClain's shift.. he's out of the ring. Beckett has a sixty pound advantage on James, lets see what he can do with it.
AJ: Beckett bringing Keiler back to his feet… Fireman's Suplex, and Keiler hits hard!
BJ: Keiler in definite pain right now, when a two-hundred eighty pound man suplexes you, it hurts.
AJ: I don't think Ryan Beckett is done either, BJ. He's lifting Keiler back up… Atomic throw! My God! Keiler flew and bounced all the way across the ring!
BJ: Beckett is by far the biggest man in this match, and he's not afraid to use it.
AJ: Ryan Beckett in control now, and he's climbing the trunbuckle to the second rope… there's a knee drop of his own!
*THUD!*
_POPPAGE!_
BJ: And after that, you may want to start calling Keiler J2-D!
AJ: Keiler absolutely flattened by that knee drop. Beckett bringing Keiler back to his feet… he's going to bounce him off the ropes… here's the rebound..
*SMACK!*
_POP!_
BJ: OLD FLAME! Unbelievable! Keiler retained enough wits about him to get that superkick off, and now both men are down!
AJ: Both men are trying to head to their corners here… where both McClain and Azreal have their hands extended!
BJ: They're closer to Mutual Benefit's corner, though… that gives Keiler and Azreal a decisive advantage!
AJ: But as Beckett's the bigger man, he's going to be making faster progress while crawling.
BJ: I'm not so sure about that… Keiler's almost there! But so is Beckett… KEILER MAKES THE TAG!
AJ: And the race is on, Azreal has to get across that ring to keep Beckett from tagging out…
BJ: Baseball slide dropkick! He did it!
AJ: Azreal stunned Beckett with that blow, and now he's dragging Ryan away from his corner. Tough break there for Beckett, Azreal stopped him merely INCHES from Matt McClain's hand!
BJ: Look at the concern on McClain's face… he wants in this match, and he wants in bad.
AJ: Well, he needs Beckett to get over there for that to happen, but Azreal is once again applying a kneebar, hindering Beckett's mobility!
BJ: Beckett manages to grab the ropes, though, forcing Azreal to break the hold. Azreal drags Beckett to his feet… counter with a kick to the gut!
AJ: He's setting Azreal up! CELTIC RITES!
BJ: NO! Azreal manages to escape by diving between Beckett's legs! Azreal to his feet, turns around, charges in…
*THUD!*
_OOOOOOOH!_
AJ: HUGE Powerslam! This isn't good for "The Angel!"
BJ: Not good at all… Becketts got the smaller man back to his feet… bouncing him off the ropes… SWINGING NECKBREAKER COUNTER!
AJ: Unbelievable! Azreal is a lot tougher than he looks! And now he's going upstairs!
BJ: He's waiting for Beckett to get to his feet, and Beckett is groggily starting to do so… I think we might just see… ANGELS BANE!
AJ: That rolls him up!
_ONE!
BJ: Here comes McClain in for the save!
AJ: But Keiler is running in too!
_TWO!_
*THUD!*
AJ: Flying Cross body by Keiler… taking McClain out!
_THREE!_
*DING DING DING!*
RA: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, AND ADVANCING TO THE SEMIFINALS… MUTUAL BENEFIT!
BJ: What a win by Mutual Benefit! Taking out two significantly larger opponents to advance to take on Forces of Nature in the next round!
AJ: So that settles it, BJ. We have a Final Four here in the Crockett Cup tournament, and those four teams are Manifest Destiny, the WhirlyBirdz, Forces of Nature, and now Mutual Benefit!
BJ: This should be interesting, as all four of these teams, save for the Birdz and the Forces, have had some history with each other!
AJ: That they do, we could be looking at a very emotional and intense semifinals and finals!
BJ: We'll take a short break, and then be right back as the WhirlyBirdz take on Manifest Destiny!
[Commercial- June 9, 2004. The World Wrestling Allience will invade Perth, Australia on a worldwide scale. Get your tickets now! Don't be left out of the biggest war on PPV----International Wars!!!!!]
Kusuo: International Wars will be an event not to be missed. Burning Phoenix will be represented in Australia.
Shinobi: As Fujihara would say, "The Burning Path of the Phoenix will blaze its way to Australia and leave honor and courage in its wake."
Kusuo: Well said. The first Semifinal is set and we have two former World Championship teams meeting as the Birdz and Manifest Destiny lock up right now.
AJ: Ah, it's time for the show to start...
BJ: Start? We're already into the semi-finals!
AJ: Exactly. This, is where the action is at.
BJ: Howso?
AJ: In the finals, the wrestlers have already participated in four matches - and in the opening rounds, it's a matter of getting rid of the 'excess' teams. Here, is where the competition is pure!
BJ: ...If you say so...
[The house lights dim to near darkness, and the crowd leaps to their feet as the slow opening of The Juliana Theory's "To the tune of 5,000 Screaming Children begins to play]
#One! Two!#
[As the guitar breaks in, green and red strobes go off on stage, as a bit of fog collects over the entry way, as green and red lights and lazers flash all over the stage. Three sillhouettes walk out onto the stage.]
*BOOOOM!*
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
[With an explosion of red, green, and blue pyrotechnics on the stage, the house lights come back up, and we now see the WhirlyBirdz, Terrence, Wendy, and Pollaski standing on the stage. Twister points to the crowd trying to hype them up, while Wendy waves. Dan, who's holding a large metal tube behind him, stands quietly.]
#We knew you'd hate this#
#Before we wrote it#
#So listen up#
#We're telling you before you tell us#
[As Wendy and Twister start down to the ring, Dan raises the metal tube, pointing upward into the crowed, which roars as they see it's a hydraulic gun. Dan Presses the trigger, and a balled up t-shirt goes flying through the air, into the stands, creating an impromptu mosh pit where people leap up to grab the souvenier.]
#We're not misinformed or misdirected#
#Functioning on your subjective#
#Your hatred only fuels us on!#
[Twister and Wendy continue to ringside, high fiving fans on both sides of the aisle along the way. Dan continues to fire a few more shirts into the crowd, The crowd laughing as one of the balls unfulrls itself, and the T-shirt flutters down into the waiting arms of a lucky fan.]
#Now how about a word or two on you?#
#You're an alias#
#An email address#
#We let a lot more out than you do
[The Birdz slide into the ring, and head for opposite turnbuckles, as Dan fires his last shirt, before setting the hydraulic gun down, and walking to ringside. Behind him, a stagehand grabs the device, and takes it backstage.]
#You do! You do!#
#YOU DO! YOU DO!#
#You do! You do!#
#YOU DO! YOU DO!
[Twister and Wendy climb their turnbuckles, and raise their arms, the crowd giving another loud cheer. Dan saunters down to ringside, taking his place in the Birdz corner.]
#WHOOOOOO!#
#We won't be part of your revolution#
#So listen up we're telling you this is our business#
#We're not misinformed or misdirected#
#WE'll make our own insurrection#
#So keep on punishing our wrongs!#
[Twister and Wendy climb down from the turnbuckles, before walking to center ring, where they give each other a hug, the crowd giving a nice "aww"]
#Now how about a word or two on you?#
#You're a paper fist#
#A faceless attack#
#We're not about to break like you do!#
[The two walk back to their corner, where they lean over the ropes, and have a discussion with Pollaski.]
#You do! You do!#
#YOU DO! YOU DO!#
#You do! You do!#
#YOU DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!#
[As the music fades, Wendy nods, and steps through the ropes, and Twister turns around to start the match.]
RA: ...And their opponents...
[The hard, opening electric riffs from Blush's "Word From The Wise" blare throughout the arena...]
[On the jumbotron appears a vast mountainous landscape. The view sweeps at enormous speed across rocky steppes, river valleys, and sheer cliffs, approaching a flat peak. Two figures, tiny at a distance but growing larger as the shot zooms in, stand with arms folded, surveying the world around them with the imperious air of conquerors.]
[Two words strobe over this image: MANIFEST DESTINY.]
[Blue and white pyro explodes from the stage, and those same two figures stride out onto the ramp: Seth Maverick and "The Stormin' Mormon" Brigham Smith. Almost immediately, the fans are booing them relentlessly.]
[Maverick is tall and muscular, sporting a head of messy, shoulder-length black hair and an unshaven face. He wears black khaki pants with "MAVERICK" down the left leg in silver letters, black boots, and white tape on his fists. Smith -- smaller but lithe in appearance -- is clad in short blue-and-white tights, white pads and boots. He also wears a hooded vest that is blue in front, white in back with the initials "TSM" written in blue; the hood is pulled over his short unkempt brown hair. Tucked under his arm is a leather-bound edition of the Book of Mormon.]
[Behind them appears two men: one large and stocky, dressed in a crisp white ship captain's uniform, the other tall and lean, and dressed like a cowboy -- their Syndicate colleagues, The Skipper and Ash the Man-Soon. Together, the four men stride purposefully down the ramp...]
RA: Now coming to the ring, accompanied by The Skipper and Ash the Man-Soon... At a combined weight of 485 pounds... Representing the Syndicate of EVIL... Seth Maverick and "The Stormin' Mormon" Brigham Smith -- MANIFEST DESTINY!
[Amid loud jeering, the foursome enters the ringside area. The Skipper and Ash remain on the floor, while Smith and Maverick slide into the ring. Seth goes to his team's corner and leans listlessly against the turnbuckles, while Brigham limbers up in preparation for the bell.]
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
[Twister decides to start for the 'birdz, against the Stormin' Mormon. The two lock up, with a collar and elbow tie up, before Smith comes away with the advantage - landing a short arm clothesline. Retaining Terrance's arm, Brigham drops a leg across Twister's chest, before wrenching back with a crucifix arm breaker.]
AJ: Brigham's looking focused, in the early going. I've heard that some people are saying that 'had the brackets been orgainized differently, these two could have met in the finals'.
BJ: They are certainly two of the best in the Alliance... besides, who wouldn't like to see the Whirlybirdz re-unite to take on the tag division again?
[Thompson squirms to the ropes, causing The Stormin' Mormon to break his hold. Brigham pulls the Whirlybird to his feet, before throwing a wild forearm. Thompson ducks under the blow, landing a bulldog on the Syndicate of EVIL member. Brigham rises quickly though, and Thompson sends a boot towards the youth's mid-section... but Smith catches it...]
AJ: ENZIGURI!
BJ: Smith toppled like a ton of bricks!
[Thompson whips Smith into the corner, tagging Wendy in. Twister hefts Smith onto his shoulders, landing an Electric Chair Drop - as Wendy leaps from the top rope, landing a somersault leg drop!]
AJ: Excellent teamwork by the Whirlybirdz!
BJ: Don't get too excited, it's still early...
[Wendy pulls Brigham to his feet, locking on an armbar... but Smith reverses it, before landinga belly-to-back suplex. Exasperated, he lays on the mat, catching his breath as Wendy holds the back of her head in pain. The two rise at about the same time, and Brigham ducks a lariet by the Whirlybird - diving as far as he can across the ring, to make the tag to Seth.]
AJ: Would you consider this a mismatch? Seth is nearly twice the size of Wendy...
BJ: Naw, she's proven that she can handle the bigger men, through the years.
AJ: Is that an Ulfric reference?
BJ: Only if you want it to be... perv.
[Maverick connects with a massive boot to Wendy's mid-section, before whipping her violently, in the direction of Brigham. The Stormin' Mormon catches a Yakuza Kick, made further effective by the force of Seth's irish whip.]
AJ: My God, that nearly removed Briese's head!
BJ: Well, they are EVIL... what would you expect?
[Seth wastes litte time, hauling Wendy into position for a Tombstone Piledriver...]
AJ: Homicide One! This could be it!
[Briese wriggles free, tumbling through Maverick's legs in a modified victory roll.]
[One...]
[Two...]
[Thre...]
AJ: NO! Wendy nearly caught Seth by surprise, but he kicked out at the last minute!
BJ: ...and he doesn't look happy about it.
[Wendy starts to make her way towards Twister's outstretched hand, but the Maverick catches her by a leg... hauling her backwards, before lifting her into the air by the leg - and slamming her to the mat, rather brutally.]
AJ: Yeesh, no mercy...
[Still holding on to Wendy's leg, Seth wraps it around the back of his neck - before standing fully, lifting Briese up into the air. He bounces, putting Wendy's full weight on her knee - which is bent in an awkward fashion.]
AJ: Stretch Muffler! I think Seth may be the only superstar in the Alliance who uses that move!
BJ: Who cares what move he uses? Seth could blow a kiss, and it'd probably be a devestating blow...
AJ: With Ulfric on her mind, I'm sure a kiss from Seth is the last thing Briese would want...
[Seth drops her to the mat, tagging in Brigham, who's feeling refreshed after his short break. Maverick pulls Wendy to her feet, locking her from behind as Smith climbs the ropes...]
AJ: I think there's a 'Grand Mal' coming up!!!
[Brigham leaps, as Wendy ducks, and The Stormin' Mormon sends a leg lariet across the neck of Seth Maverick! Scrambling as fast as her sore body will allow, Briese struggles towards her partner - as Brigham apologetically raises Seth to his feet. With a boyish shrug of apology, Brigham turns around to meet a recently tagged-in Terrance Thompson - landing a massive superkick across the jaw of the Syndicate member.]
AJ: Is there a dentist in the house?
BJ: Look, I caught a tooth!
[As if his rear end was on fire, Thompson works on Smith... landing a DDT, before hefting his opponent up, and landing a jawbreaker... before whipping him into the corner. After a few stiff forearms, Thompson lifts Smith onto the top turnbuckle... before climbing up himself.]
AJ: SUPERPLEX!
BJ: My God, I think that impact shook the arena!
[Acting quickly still, Thompson hooks a leg of the stunned Smith...]
[One...]
[Two...]
[Three!!!]
BJ: No! He kicked out, at the last possible second!
AJ: That's debatable, I think it was a fair three-count...
BJ: ...and you would know better than the referee...
AJ: Point, BJ.
[Thompson pulls Brigham to his feet again, locking him in for a Fisherman's DDT. He plans the young Mormon's head into the mat, hard, retaining the position and rolling it backwards - for a modified cradle pin.]
AJ: And again! Thomspon is NOT messing around tonight!
[One...]
[Two...]
[Seth charges the ring, dropping a meaty elbow into Twister's ribcage. Hauling the Whirlybird to his feet, Maverick hefts him onto a shoulder - powerslamming him into a turnbuckle, leaving him in a Tree of Woe. The referee hassles Maverick a bit, but Seth pushes his way past - delivering a sliding dropkick to Thompson's face.]
AJ: Bad Providence! My God, that looked painful...
BJ: I think it broke Thompson's nose... or at least, rearranged his face...
AJ: It does look like Thompson is bleeding a bit... I don't know if it's from his nose, but I wouldn't doubt it.
[Seth returns to the outside, with a grim smirk of satisfaction. Brigham rises slowly, spying Thompson face-down on the mat. He locks on a Bow and Arrow stretch, before tagging in Maverick.]
AJ: Excellent teamwork by Manifest Destiny. They're proving why they were such successful Tag Team Champions...
BJ: Why?
AJ: *shakes his head*
[Maverick whips Thompson into the far corner, charging after like a rhinoceros... but Twister uses the ropes to leap over Maverick, catching a stiff dropkick to his head - before tagging in Wendy.]
AJ: Good teamwork as well, by the Whirlybirdz...
[As Seth rises, Thompson spears him into the turnbuckles - where Wendy was waiting. She wraps an arm around Maverick's head...]
AJ: VORTEXINATOR!
BJ: She caught it, on the big man!
AJ: SHE HOOKS A LEG, THIS COULD BE IT!
[One...]
BJ: Can the 'birdz defeat the former World Champions?
[Two...]
AJ: It looks like it!
[Three!!!]
AJ: No! Brigham made the stop, dropping a leg across Wendy's back!
[Thompson climbs the turnbuckles, in Wendy's defense, and leaps off... catching Brigham solidly, with a missile dropkick. The Stormin' Mormon staggers backwards, falling awkwardly over the ropes, and Terrance follows.]
AJ: Twister and Brigham are taking it outside! Perhaps it's Wendy's well-known history with Misty Xiao, and the Syndicate of EVIL that is fueling this matchup, but there seems to be something a little more 'pressing' than the Crockett Cup between these four competitors!
BJ: ...Or maybe, they just really want to win.
AJ: I suppose that's logical.
[Wendy locks in a sharpshooter, wrenching back as hard as she can... but Maverick out-powers her, and works his way to the ropes. Breaking the hold, Wendy quickly lands a standing moonsault, before pulling Seth away from the ropes - and locking on an ankle lock.]
AJ: Briese is looking to make Seth tap... I don't think he's done it yet, but Wendy is a very determined young woman - if anyone can do it, she can!
[Once again, Seth works his way to the ropes - despite Wendy's struggle to keep him away. Briese pulls him to his feet, and catches a knee from Maverick. Hunched over, Maverick pulls her into a powerbomb position - as Twister and Brigham give up their struggle outside, returning to their corners.]
AJ: This doesn't look good for Wendy...
[He lifts her up...]
BJ: TORNADO DDT! Wendy reversed it!
AJ: She hooks a leg!
[One...]
[Two...]
BJ: Brigham makes the save, again!
[Frustrated, Wendy tags in Twister... who climbs the ropes, leaping quickly, looking to nail a 'Black Flag'. Seth rolls out of the way, however, and Thompson ends up with a facefull of mat. Maverick hauls him to his feet, before pulling the Whirlybird onto his shoulders, and landing a brutally 'textbook' Death Valley Driver.]
AJ: Is there anyone who can stop Manifest Destiny?
BJ: Mutual Benefit did...
AJ: ...with the help of the Northern Stars...
[Maverick whips Thompson into the corner, charging after with a massive clothesline, levelling Twister. He falls into a heap, resting in the corner - as Seth begins delivering boot after stiff boot to his fallen opponent. Brigham delivers a few kicks as well, from outside the ropes... before Seth hauls Thompson into a face-first powerbomb. Smith claps his hands, as if a tag were made, before entering the ring himself... and assisting with a faceplant, as Maverick delivers the powerbomb.]
AJ: Oh, come on! Maverick's hands were on Thompson, how could he have made that tag?
BJ: I heard it... there's no denying that a tag was made!
AJ: What? Yes there is! It's impossible!
[Brigham rolls Twister over for a pin, but the referee is busy urging Maverick to exit the ring. Tugging briefly on his pant leg, Smith directs his attention to the pin... and he begins to count.]
[One...]
[Two...]
[Thre-Kickout!]
AJ: Near fall!
BJ: I bet that the winner of this match goes on to win the Crockett Cup... these are truly two of the best teams in the Alliance.
AJ: That can be said about most of the teams competing in the tournament - really, it was a fairly even competition, throughout.
BJ: Right. Whatever...
[The Stormin' Mormon pulls Twister to his feet, before whipping him into the ropes. Thompson ducks a clothesline, catching an Evenflow DDT on Smith, leaving both men laid out in the center of the ring.]
AJ: Twister needs to make a tag... who's going to 'come to consciousness' first?
[Thompson begins clawing his way towards his corner, as Brigham sits up... shaking the cobwebs from his head. He spots Brigham working towards the corner, and quickly grabs hold of his leg. Wendy reaches, as does Twister - with mere centimeters between their fingers. Brigham attempts to drag Twister back, but Thompson latches on to the ropes, refusing to be pulled back. The referee steps in, forcing Smith to break the hold... and the lunging Terrance connects with Wendy - who leaps over the ropes, and enters like a bat out of hell...]
AJ: Here comes Wendy!
[She charges, catching a cross-body block on Brigham... quickly working it into a triangle hold. Briese pulls Brigham to his feet, and ducks under a retaliatory punch - before leaping up, and catching him with a hurricanrana. Moving quickly, she climbs the ropes... leaping off with a massive corkscrew moonsault, and holding on for a pin. Terrance enters, looking to fend off Maverick...]
[One...]
[Two...]
AJ: Seth clotheslined Terrance, and broke up the pin! Thompson rises, taking himself AND Maverick over the ropes with a lariet of his own!
[Wendy climbs the ropes, as Brigham starts to rise...]
AJ: EMERALD CYCLONE!!!
BJ: SETH AND TERRANCE ARE OUTSIDE! THIS COULD BE IT!
[One...]
[Two...]
AJ: Seth noticed! He's sliding under the bottom rope...
BJ: Twister caught his leg!
[THREE!!!]
AJ: The Whirlybirdz defeated Manifest Destiny!!!
BJ: They'll move on to the finals, but I don't think business is quite done here, yet...
AJ: Why do you say that?
BJ: *points*
AJ: AND HERE COMES THE SYNDICATE! Ash the Man-Soon and the Skipper rushing into the cage and going after Wendy and Terrance, with Misty Xiao running out from the back!
BJ: I can't believe they'd have the audacity to comport themselves like this at the prestigious Crockett Cup. Wait... yes I can!
AJ: How on earth can The Whirlybirdz defend themselves? Don't the SoE have SOULS?
BJ: That's beside the point, I think...
[Like so many others before them, and despite their fatigue, The 'birdz try to fight the Syndicate onslaught head-on. Ash charges Thompson with a clothesline, but he ducks under it -- but as he turns around, the Skipper wraps his arms around him in a crushing bearhug!]
Skipper: SHIPS AHOY!
[Easily lifting him off his feet, Skipper swings Twister to one side... and DRIVES him into the canvas with a punishing bearhug slam!]
AJ: Terrance Thompson has just been DEMOLISHED by the Ships Ahoy!
[Wendy, meanwhile, struggles to get to his feet and help her downed partner. She tries to rush over, but is immediately grabbed from behind in a full nelson by Ash the Man-Soon. Only waiting an instant, Ash lifts Briese into the air, spinning her and repositioning his arm around into a facelock; he pulls her in, still mid-air, and yanks her downward into a DDT!]
BJ: Now THAT was nice!
AJ: That was Aces High!
[Laid out on the mat, the WWA stars are now an easy target as Skipper, Ash, Seth, Brigham and Xiao take turns viciously stomping them and dropping legs across their heads. Half-conscious, Wendy Briese and Terrance Thompson can hardly put up a struggle as they're beaten mercilessly.]
BJ: It's a dark day in the World Wrestling Alliance. You have to feel sorry for anyone who gets booked against the Syndicate of EVIL, knowing what will inevitably happen...
AJ: The worst thing is, this is going to *keep* happening as long as no one can stop Mr. PB and his henchmen!
[LOUD HEEL HEAT!]
BJ: Speak of the devil! Here comes the merciless leader!
[Indeed: Mr. PB has appeared at the top of the stage, scanning the packed-solid arena through two eye holes punched into his ubiquitous paper bag. A familiar briefcase is in his hand. A moment later, amid deafening jeers, he begins a quick march down the ramp to join his comrades in the ring.]
BJ: Oh boy... it's a lucky thing we have guardrails set up, because this crowd looks like it wants to riot.
AJ: That's for sure...
[With Manifest Destiny's challengers thoroughly subdued, Skipper and Ash and Brigham and Seth haul the WWA stars to opposite sides of the ring and trap their arms in the ropes. Mr. PB walks up the ringsteps and ducks through the ropes, handing off the briefcase to the Skipper. Skipper fastidiously dusts off the top of the case, clicks the lock, and holds it open as PB pulls a pair of rubber gloves out of his pocket and pulls them on one at a time, tantalizingly, consciously letting the horrific anticipation build.]
AJ: I can't believe this is really happening here.
BJ: This is unprecedented in the history of the Crockett Cup.
[PB reaches into the case -- and the fans emit a knowing, collective groan as he draws out a large, floppy, wet trout.]
AJ: No... NO! SOMEBODY STOP THIS! THIS CAN'T BE ALLOWED TO HAPPEN!
BJ: Is anybody in the back listening?
[Trout in hand, PB takes his position in front of the groggy tag team -- Thompson first. He winds up, and--]
AJ: Terrance Thompson has JUST BEEN TROUT-SLAPPED by the Syndicate of EVIL! But they're not done yet...
[Another wind up, now aimed at Wendy Briese, and--]
BJ: Wendy Briese takes one as well! Heinous!
[Choking and moaning, Terrance and Wendy hang in the ropes, their faces covered in slime and fish scales. PB drops the used trout back in Skipper's briefcase, removes his slimy gloves and throws them into the opposition's faces.]
AJ: Once again, Mr. PB and the other Syndicate agents have humiliated their opponents... They came, they saw, they conquered... and then they Trout-Slapped the poor guys to top it off!
BJ: This day will go down in infamy, count on it...
AJ: Yecch! The smell alone is just awful!
Kusuo: Rematch! Reigning World Champions versus the former champions for the right to face The WhirlyBirdz in the finals.
Shinobi: The tension is high and the action is ready to begin. Let's not wait any longer.
AJ: Who would have thought, that we would have a rematch of last week's World Tag Team Title matchup - here on the Crockett Cup?
BJ: Um, Me?
AJ: Right - you guessed it, I'm sure...
BJ: I did... think about it - these are two of the best tag teams in the World Wrestling Alliance. If they're not at the top of the Crockett Cup, then why would they be the last two Champions?
AJ: My God, I think you've shat a golden nugget of intellgence...
BJ: Shat isn't a word...
AJ: *shakes his head* Let's go to ringside...
RA: Introducing first, from Huddersfield, Yorkshire, England... weighing in at two hundred and twenty-four pounds... JAMES KEILER!
[The lights die, not dim die. The guitar entrance of the Libertines "Boy's in the Bad" kicks ]
[On the video wall scrolling words begin.]
[Until the vocals start,]
~# You walk in like you never seen the light,
You walk in like it every night,
But I've never seen you dance and I never heard you sing,
So how could it mean a single thing? #~
~# It's all so rudimentary #~
[A single spotlight finds James Keiler on the ramp, slightly head banging, slightly dancing, befor he becomes still and opens his arms out, and spins around a few times.]
~# You're talking like your handy in a fight,
You talk about it every night,
But I've never seen those flowers in the barrell of your gun,
All I've ever seen you do is run, #~
~# It's nice of you to mention #~
[The Sleazter is dressed in a pair of black trunks and boots, on the reverse of the trunks 'SNS' is written in red, blue and white.]
~# But tell me baby how does it feel?
I know you like the roll of the limousine wheel yeah
And they all get them out for (- they all get them out)
For the boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band)
They twist and they shout for (- they twist and they scream and shout)
For the boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band)
[James heads towards the ring, slowly making his way down the ramp playing up to several female fans along the ramp way. Green lights start to fade back up.]
~# You walk in like you never seen the light
You walk in like it every night
But then I stopped to think and I asked myself 'why?'
It's one of those things that darling you must try #~
~# It's all so rudimentary #~
[With the arena now bathed in green Keiler reaches the ring and slides in mounting a turnbuckle to acknowledge the support of the fans.]
~# And now I'm jealous I'm jealous of my own
I've no homestead but through these hearts I will roam yeah
They all get them out (- they all get them out)
For the boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band)
They scream and they shout for (- they twist and they scream and shout)
For they boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band) #~
[Keiler jumps down, tests the ropes elasticity before having a few words with the referee. The normal arena lighting returns.]
RA: And his partner, from parts unknown... weighing in at two hundred pounds... AZRAEL!!!
["Suffer" by Staind erupts from the PA system as Azrael walks from the back through a thick haze of blue tinted smoke, his eyes scanning the crowd, searching the faces of the people for their reactions.]
The more you see the more you do
The television’s feeding you
Write what you want to hear, anger and fear
because you suffer the hate you feel won’t go away
you’re all programmed to feel this way to live
another day within a world that loves to suffer
[Azrael is clad in blue and black full body wrestling gear with blue and black boots and a blue and black mask with his long white hair hanging halfway down his back, streaked with bright blue highlights. The blue and white strobe lights mixing with the thick blue and gray fog rolling down the ramp combine to form an illusion much like the ocean before a storm with Azrael blending right in. The flash of cameras as he walks down the aisle illuminate the bright blue eyes behind the mask, eyes which are focused and full of intensity as they lock upon the ring. For the few fans who reach out to him, Azrael moves closer to the sides, slapping hands with them as he continues on down to the ring.]
And then I come to find everything’s O.K.
seen this all before but that was yesterday
try to walk right through the messes that I’ve made
Just let me enjoy the life here that I’ve made
[Once he gets down to the ring, Azrael, leaps up onto the ring apron and summersaults over the top rope to stand inside the ring, raises his arms in the air as he turns to each side of the ring to acknowledge the fans as the last notes of his music fade away]
RA: Collectively known as... MUTUAL BENEFIT!
AJ: The former champions are looking ready to go tonight... Do you think that the WWA's resident squirrel wranglers can take them, again?
BJ: Not a chance - it was luck, last week... or maybe, spiritual help from a few ghostly squirrels...
RA: ...And their opponents...
[The lights in the Ericsson Stadium fade into blackness, as green spotlights dance about the crowd, followed shortly by a barrage of green strobe lights. "Learn to Fly" by The Foo Fighters blasts over the loudspeakers, as the two Canadian Youths of 'The Forces of Nature' head out onto the entranceway, with their WWA Tag Titles strapped around their waists.]
RA: ...weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and six pounds...
Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
Hook me up a new revolution
Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughing and watched the last one die
[Jonesy stops in awe at the sight before him, barely able to contain his excitement... as Hyatt elbows him in the ribs - motioning for him to head down the walkway. Under each arm, the two carry a rather thick amount of cardboard, for no apparent reason.]
RA: From Vancouver and Victoria, British Columbia...
I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
[The two boys dart off around either side of the ring, handing a piece of cardboard to anyone in the front row who will accept it. A wave of confusion works it's way through the front row, as questioning faces look at the cardboard handed to them... beforey Hyatt and Frost slide into the ring, and mount opposite turnbuckles.]
RA: ASHLEY HYATT and JONESY FROST... you WWA Tag Team Champions... the FORCES OF NATURE!
I'm looking for complication
Looking cause I'm tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
[The two raise their arms valiently, before a frustrated look crosses their face. Frost points to a few people in the front row, motioning for them to hold their cardboard up... turning the front row of the Louisiana Superdome into the biggest fans the Forces of Nature have, to date.]
I think I'm done nursing the patience
I can wait one night
I'd give it all away if you give me one last try
We'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life
Run and tell the angels that everything is alright...
Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone
Try and make this life my own
[Newly energized by the flurry of laughter and morale, the boys heft their titles into the sky... wearing massively goofy grins, before switching turnbuckles. The song slowly begins to fade, as the two drop down... and begin to warm up for the battle ahead of them. Both being barely able to contain their excitement, they soon stop... and begin to glance around the ring at the signs they had created earlier in the day.]
[The referee heads over to their corner, patting down each of the boys. Frost first, and the ref is quite relieved to find nothing more than an eyepatch on Jonesy, and a copy of "The Alexandria Journal" on Hyatt. Shaking his head in confusion, he removes the items... before allowing the duo to warm up.]
[Mutual Benefit, on the other hand, don't allow an extra second for the two Canadian youths to warm up - charging with a brutal attack of flying forearms and lightning-fast kicks. Jonesy falls subject to a brutal clothesline from Keiler - which sends both competitors tumbling to the concrete... leaving Azrael and Ashley Hyatt, trading blows in the center of the ring.]
[Hyatt attempts to take the advantage, sending a boot to Azrael's gut - but "The Angel" catches the foot, taking Ashley over with a dragonscrew legwhip. Working quickly, he locks on a reverse crucifix kneebar... but Hyatt quickly finds his way to the ropes.]
BJ: Can you feel the love in the air?
[Frost and Keiler trade punches, valiently slamming one another in the head repeatedly...]
AJ: The air is electric, to say the least...
[Azrael charges a rising Hyatt with a lariet, but Ashley catches the arm... dropping Azrael into a fujiwara arm bar. Az struggles for the ropes, but Hyatt resists... working his body around, before clamping his legs around the Mutual Benefit member's arm - locking in a crucifix arm bar.]
[Outside, Keiler catches Jonesy off-guard with a standing dropkick... sending the youth staggering backwards, and he falls awkwardly over the guardrail - into the front row fans.]
BJ: The front row is getting a little more than they paid for!
[James slides under the bottom rope, stomping on Ashley brutally, until he breaks the hold. Az rises, holding his arm in pain... before helping Keiler stomp on Hyatt. The two pull the Tag Champion to his feet, before landing a double suplex.]
AJ: Great teamwork by Mutual Benefit... perhaps it was a fluke, that the Forces of Nature won last week...
BJ: Told ya...
[Jonesy climbs back over the guardrail, before sliding into the ring himself. Mutual Benefit see him coming, however, and are there to greet him with a barrage of boots as well. They pull Frost to his feet, whipping him into the ropes... and Keiler catches him with a Tilt 'a Whirl Backbreaker - holding him in position over his knee, as Azrael springboards off of the ropes - dropping a leg across Frost's neck.]
AJ: By God, Mutual Benefit is attacking with a-vengance!
BJ: ...and Jonesy Frost is gonna need a-Tylenol!
AJ: *slaps his forehead*
[Hyatt rises to his feet, scrambling quickly up the ropes. He leaps, catching Keiler by surprise with a Top Rope Bulldog... slamming the former Canadian Championship Wrestling star's head into the mat. Azrael heads over to help Keiler, and falls subject to a brutal roundhouse knee smash!]
AJ: Ashley is cleaning house!
[Keiler rolls outside, heading back to his corner... as Jonesy does the same. In the ring, Hyatt continues to work on Azrael - pulling him to his feet, and irish whipping him into a neutral corner. Hyatt charges, running up the body of Azrael... gracefully preforming a backflip at the peak of his climb, before landing a dropkick to the face of the former Cruiserweight Champion.]
AJ: Tiger Wall Flip - followed with a dropkick!
[Hyatt tags in Frost, and both men head for Azrael. They pull him to his feet, landing a barrage of forearms... before both men simultaneously springboard off of the second rope, each with an arm of Azrael... landing a...]
BJ: Um, is that a double-single arm DDT?
AJ: Is that a contradiction?
BJ: Well, it's not a double-armed DDT...
AJ: Technically, I think it is...
[Ashley returns to the apron, as Jonesy climbs the ropes... leaping off, spinning through the air with a four-fifty splash... but nobody's home. Az rolls out of the way, tagging in Keiler... as Jonesy grabs his mid-section in pain. Spotting Keiler, Frost rises quickly, ignoring the pain. He charges, looking for a double clothesline - but Keiler ducks... catching him with an Exploder Suplex - meeting Azrael halfway through the arc of the slam, and "The Angel" helps Frost's painful descent, adding the force of a cradle piledriver.]
AJ: OH MY GOD!
BJ: That may have broken his neck!
AJ: Mutual Benefit is looking to send a message - nobody makes a fool of them twice...
BJ: Keiler covers!
[One...]
[Two...]
AJ: THUNDER CRASH!
BJ: Ashley Hyatt broke up the count, landing his beautiful Shooting Star Knee Drop!
AJ: There's unorthodox... and then there's 'different'... and then, there's the Forces of Nature.
[Ashley pulls Frost to his feet, slapping his face to revive him... before the two pull Keiler to his feet. The gruesome twosome preform a double roundhouse kick to the upper body of Keiler, followed by a low roundhouse to his legs. On the third time, Ashley connects with a kick to the front of the head, as Frost sweeps the opponent's legs from underneath them.]
AJ: Beautiful tag work by the Champs, perhaps it wasn't a fluke, after all?
BJ: Don't count your chickens before they hatch, there's still a lot of time left...
[Ashley takes a running start, springboarding off of the ropes, and somersaulting into a DDT on Azrael... Twirling about, Tornado-style, sending both men to the hard concrete.]
AJ: Hyatt took out Azrael with that suicidal Dragonrana Tornado DDTish sort of... move... thing...
BJ: All Jonesy has to do, is hook a leg - and the Forces of Nature could be moving on!
[Frost hooks said leg...]
[One...]
[Two...]
[THREE!!!]
AJ: NO! Keiler kicked out!
BJ: How the?!?
AJ: It's inhuman!
[Frustrated, Jonesy applies a rolling armbar... before switching his position to a fujiwara armbar. After a bit of wrenching on the arm, he switches again, to a triangle hold... before moving to a crossface. Shifting himself backwards, he straddles the opponent, locking on a reverse chinlock... before rolling it backwards into 'Eye of the Storm']
BJ: Impressive collection of submission moves, by Frost...
AJ: Dragon Sleeper, with body leg scissors!
[Azrael comes to, from the outside... climbing the ropes, as Jonesy breaks the hold... catching him as he rises, with an Off the Top Rope Somersault Senton, with a Twist. "The Angel" hefts Frost up, and lands an arena-shaking Fireman's carry bodyslam piledriver, before scrambling back to the outside, as Frost and Keiler lay in the center of the ring, un-moving.]
AJ: What a bout it's been so far!
BJ: Whichever team wins this match, is going to win the finals...
AJ: That's what you said about the last match...
BJ: Well, this time, I mean it...
[Still, no movement.]
AJ: Whoever makes this tag, might be the team to gain the victory. Neither competitor is in good shape... it's been a hellish match, for all four.
BJ: Keiler moved! He's making his way towards Jonesy!
[James drapes an arm over Frost...]
[One...]
[Two...]
[THREE!!!]
AJ: NO! HYATT BROKE IT UP, AT THE LAST SECOND!
BJ: He's setting Keiler up for a Twilight Driver!
AJ: AZREAL! Springboarding off of the tope rope, twisting around Hyatt's body with a massive swinging DDT!
BJ: Frost is up! He grabs Azrael with a waistlock...
AJ: Keiler dropkicks him from behind, as Azrael drops to his knees! Frost lands across the ropes!
BJ: 619!!!
AJ: Keiler with the cover!
BJ: MUTUAL BENEFIT COULD TAKE IT HERE!
[One...]
[Two...]
AJ: Hyatt makes the save!
[The referee has had enough bedlam, and pushes Azrael and Ashley Hyatt back to their respective corners. Jonesy and James both crawl, painfully slow, towards their partner...]
AJ: Frost tags!
BJ: Keiler tags!
[Jonesy and Keiler both roll out of the ring, kneeling on the floor to catch their breath. While Ashley Hyatt and Azrael trade blows in the center of the ring. Hyatt stops, midswing - leaping shining wizard-style, using Azrael's thigh to boost him into hurricanrana position. "The Angel", however, counters with a massive Powerbomb - using Hyatt's own force against him.]
AJ: Brutal impact, by Azrael!
BJ: He's holding on, for the pin!
[One...]
[Two...]
AJ: Kickout!
[Azrael pulls Ashley to his feet, landing a T-bone Tazzplex... before locking on a crossed arms standing figure four leglock!]
AJ: Ashley looks to be in tremendous pain...
[Hyatt attempts to work his way towards the ropes, but to no avail. His weight disadvantage to Azrael proves near-fatal... as he nearly passes out, before Jonesy makes the save with a flying leg lariet. Quickly, the referee ushers him back to his corner... as Azrael starts to rise.]
AJ: Inverted facelock DDT! You know what that means...
BJ: It's time for a Widowmaker!
AJ: Jonesy interferes, again, with a Tiger Suplex!
BJ: Keiler's back in! It's insanity, again!
AJ: I think the referee is going to need a-Tylenol, as well...
BJ: Don't steal my jokes, really...
[Keiler pulls Frost up, landing a release german suplex - as Azrael makes his way back towards Hyatt. Ashley is ready for him, though... and drives an elbow to the former Cruiserweight's head - sending him toppling backwards, onto the mat. Keiler and Frost meet with a double clothesline, laying one another out... as Ashley Hyatt takes flight...]
AJ: SPLIT-LEGGED PHOENIX SPLASH!
BJ: HYATT TWISTER PRESS!
[One...]
[Two...]
[Keiler lunges...]
[THREE!!!]
AJ: The Forces of Nature win! They're moving on!
BJ: With a narrow victory over Mutual Benefit... It'll be the Whirlybirdz against the Forces of Nature, in the finals!
Kusuo: The stage has been set. We started off with sixteen teams from all over the world and now, we are down to two. And what a pair of teams we have.
Shinobi: Right, you are, Kusuo-san. The WhirlyBirdz are the former two-time World Tag Team Champions and have been a staple in tag team wrestling for quite a long time. They may be one of the fastest teams in just pure speed. They were semifinalists in last year's tournament. Their championship pedigree is as long as my arm.
Kusuo: On the other hand, you got the Forces of Nature. They are rookies, make no mistake about that. But, take this in mind. They are the current BWA/SSW Unified Tag Team Champions after winning their very first match. Some call it a fluke. In their second match, they captured the WWA World Tag Team Championship from the very team they just defeated in the semis in Mutual Benefit. They have a nose for titles and they are knocking on the door of another one. Do not discount this team.
Shinobi: Two great teams, two very fast teams. I hope we can all keep up with them. Let's go down to ringside.
RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the fianl match in the Crockett Cup Tag Team Tournament. It is scheduled for one fall and has no time limit. There must be a winner. Introducing first, Weighing in at a combined weight of 345 lbs and hailing from Indianapolis,Indiana and Manhatten, New York, respectively. They are former two-time WWA World Tag Team Champions. Being accompanied to the ring by Dan Pollaski. Terrance "Twister" Thompson.....Wendy Briese. They are collectively known as The WHIRLYBIRDZ!!!
(The house lights dim to near darkness, and the crowd leaps to their feet as the slow opening of The Juliana Theory's "To the tune of 5,000 Screaming Children begins to play)
#One! Two!#
(As the guitar breaks in, green and red strobes go off on stage, as a bit of fog collects over the entry way, as green and red lights and lazers flash all over the stage. Three sillhouettes walk out onto the stage.)
*BOOOOM!*
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
(With an explosion of red, green, and blue pyrotechnics on the stage, the house lights come back up, and we now see the WhirlyBirdz, Terrence, Wendy, and Pollaski standing on the stage. Twister points to the crowd trying to hype them up, while Wendy waves. Dan, who's holding a large metal tube behind him, stands quielty.)
#We knew you'd hate this#
#Before we wrote it#
#So listen up#
#We're telling you before you tell us#
(As Wendy and Twister start down to the ring, Dan raises the metal tube, pointing upward into the crowed, which roars as they see it's a hydraulic gun. Dan presses the trigger, and a balled up t-shirt goes flying through the air, into the stands, creating an impromptu mosh pit where people leap up to grab the souvenier.)
#We're not misinformed or misdirected#
#Functioning on your subjective#
#Your hatred only fuels us on!#
(Twister and Wendy continue to ringside, high fiving fans on both sides of the aisle along the way. Dan continues to fire a few more shirts into the crowd, The crowd laughing as one of the balls unfulrls itself, and the T-shirt flutters down into the waiting arms of a lucky fan.)
#Now how about a word or two on you?#
#You're an alias#
#An email address#
#We let a lot more out than you do
(The Birdz slide into the ring, and head for opposite turnbuckles, as Dan fires his last shirt, before setting the hydraulic gun down, and walking to ringside. Behind him, a stagehand grabs the device, and takes it backstage.)
#You do! You do!#
#YOU DO! YOU DO!#
#You do! You do!#
#YOU DO! YOU DO!
(Twister and Wendy climb their turnbuckles, and raise their arms, the crowd giving another loud cheer. Dan saunters down to ringside, taking his place in the Birdz corner.)
#WHOOOOOO!#
#We won't be part of your revolution#
#So listen up we're telling you this is our business#
#We're not misinformed or misdirected#
#WE'll make our own insurrection#
#So keep on punishing our wrongs!#
(Twister and Wendy climb down from the turnbuckles, before walking to center ring, where they give each other a hug, the crowd giving a nice "aww")
#You do! You do!#
#YOU DO! YOU DO!#
#You do! You do!#
#YOU DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!#
(As the music fades, Wendy nods, and steps through the ropes, and Twister turns around to start the match.)
RA: And their opponents.. Weighing in at a combined weight of 406 lbs and hailing from British Columbia, Canada. They are the BWA/SSW Unified Tag Team Champions and NEW WWA World Tag Team Champions. They are Jonesy Frost and Ashley Hyatt...FORCES OF NATURE!!!!!!
[The lights in the Ericsson Stadium fade into blackness, as green spotlights dance about the crowd, followed shortly by a barrage of green strobe lights. "Learn to Fly" by The Foo Fighters blasts over the loudspeakers, as the two Canadian Youths of 'The Forces of Nature' head out onto the entranceway, with their WWA Tag Titles strapped around their waists.]
Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
Hook me up a new revolution
Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughing and watched the last one die
[Jonesy stops in awe at the sight before him, barely able to contain his excitement... as Hyatt elbows him in the ribs - motioning for him to head down the walkway. Under each arm, the two carry a rather thick amount of cardboard, for no apparent reason.]
I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
[The two boys dart off around either side of the ring, handing a piece of cardboard to anyone in the front row who will accept it. A wave of confusion works it's way through the front row, as questioning faces look at the cardboard handed to them... before Hyatt and Frost slide into the ring, and mount opposite turnbuckles.]
I'm looking for complication
Looking cause I'm tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
[The two raise their arms valiently, before a frustrated look crosses their face. Frost points to a few people in the front row, motioning for them to hold their cardboard up... turning the front row of the Louisiana Superdome into the biggest fans the Forces of Nature have, to date.]
I think I'm done nursing the patience
I can wait one night
I'd give it all away if you give me one last try
We'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life
Run and tell the angels that everything is alright...
Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone
Try and make this life my own
[Newly energized by the flurry of laughter and morale, the boys heft their titles into the sky... wearing massively goofy grins, before switching turnbuckles. The song slowly begins to fade, as the two drop down... and begin to warm up for the battle ahead of them. Both being barely able to contain their excitement, they soon stop... and begin to glance around the ring at the signs they had created earlier in the day.]
[The referee heads over to their corner, patting down each of the boys. Frost first, and the ref is quite relieved to find nothing more than an eyepatch on Jonesy, and a copy of "The Alexandria Journal" on Hyatt. Shaking his head in confusion, he removes the items... before allowing the duo to warm up.]
BJ: This is it. It doesn't get any better than this. The former two-time World Tag Team Champions in The WhirlyBirdz versus the reigning World Tag Team Champions in Forces of Nature.
AJ: Get the radar gun ready.
[DING!!!! DING!!! DING!!!!]
[There's the bell as Ashley Hyatt bounces off of the ropes before stepping into the middle of the ring where Twister Thompson just stands there staring at Hyatt and waits. Hyatt responds in kind until Twister walks away and goes into a collar and elbow tie-up. Twister comes away with a side headlock and turns it into a hammerlock before taking Hyatt down with a drop toe hold.]
BJ: Some good chain wrestling by Twister Thompson.
AJ: He's just trying to show Hyatt up a little bit.
[Hyatt gets back to his feet and dusts himself off before locking up again and this time, Hyatt comes away with a side headlock. Twister quickly shoots Hyatt into the ropes and goes for a back elbow but Hyatt ducks under and comes back with a shoulder tackle. Hyatt hits the ropes again while Twister goes low when Hyatt hits the ropes again and gets taken over by a hip toss by Twister but Hyatt lands on his feet. Twister tries to throw Hyatt but Hyatt blocks the throw and goes for a clothesline but Twister ducks under and hooks Hyatt into a backslide.]
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AJ: Much too early for a pinning combo like that.
BJ: But a damn good exchange so far.
[Hyatt quickly gets back to his feet and gets whipped to the ropes by Twister. Twister goes for a back drop but Hyatt rolls over his back and takes Twister down with a side russian legsweep before rolling into a cover.]
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[Twister gets the shoulder up while Hyatt pulls him up to his feet and runs him head first into the top turnbuckle before turning him around and unleashing a vicious knife edge chop to the chest.]
BJ: I got two words for that...OUCH!!! and WHOOOOO!!!!!
[Twister slumps back into the corner while Hyatt pulls him and connects with another chop as the fans are reacting to each shot. Hyatt sends Twister into the opposite corner with an irish whip and charges in but Twister walks up the turnbuckles and nails a charging Hyatt with a stunning lariat to the throat. Hyatt hits the mat hard while Twister hits the ropes and comes down with a springboard leg drop over the throat and follows up with a cover.]
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AJ: Twister with a near fall on one half of the tag champions.
BJ: This guy is fearless in the ring.
[Hyatt kicks out while Twister picks him up and sends him to his corner and tags in Wendy. Wendy and Twister whip Hyatt into the ropes and goes for a double elbow shot but Hyatt ducks underneath and comes back with a cross body block on both Birdz for the cover.]
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[Both Birdz kick out when Frost comes in and waits for both of them to get up and knocks them down with a double clothesline. Twister rolls to the outside while the ref ushers Frost back to his corner, leaving Hyatt and Wendy in the ring. Hyatt grabs Wendy and goes for a front facelock. Hyatt lifts Wendy up for a suplex but Wendy slips out and lands behind him. Wendy goes for an irish whip but Hyatt reverses it and sends Wendy into the ropes and catches him in a waistlock before dropping him with a stun gun. Wendy bounces off into a boot to the midsection before getting taken over with a swinging neckbreaker. Hyatt makes the tag to Frost who comes in and stomps away at the midsection of Wendy Briese before picking her up and slamming her to the mat before hitting the ropes and coming down with a big elbow drop to the chest of Wendy. Frost goes for the cover.]
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[Wendy kicks out while Frost brings her back to her feet and knocks her down with a big forearm shiver to the jaw. Wendy tries to get back to her feet when Frost grabs her by the hair and throws her to the outside. Frost quickly follows her out when Wendy goes for a right hand to the midsection to slow him down. Wendy grabs Frost and goes for the irish whip but Frost reverses the whip and sends Wendy up and over the steel barricade. The ref starts his count.]
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[Frost reaches over the barricade and brings Wendy back over.]
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[Frost throws Wendy back into the ring and rolls in afterwards. Frost goes to pick up Wendy but Wendy seems to be clutching her ribs. Twister stomps on the apron, looking for the tag. Frost whips Wendy into the ropes and grabs a waistlock before taking her up and over with a belly to belly suplex and goes for the cover.]
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[Twister comes in and breaks the pin attempt while Frost makes the tag to Hyatt before slamming Wendy to the mat. Hyatt climbs up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a big elbow drop to the ribs of Wendy. Hyatt motions that it's over and goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]
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BJ: NO!!!! Wendy got the shoulder up.
[Wendy gets his shoulder up while Hyatt looks in wonderment before picking him up and whipping him into the ropes. Hyatt goes for a powerslam but Wendy slips through and turns Hyatt into an inverted DDT while Hyatt's skull just bounces off of the mat. Both combatants lay on the mat while their respected partners stand in their corners urging them to get up. The ref starts his mandatory ten count.]
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[Wendy slowly starts to get to his feet while Hyatt tries to shake the cobwebs loose. Wendy barely gets to his feet and leaps over and makes the tag to Twister.]
BJ: Business has just picked up.
[Twister comes in and knocks Hyatt down with a right hand. Hyatt gets back up and gets knocked down with another right hand. Twister gets back to his feet and cuts off a rushing Frost with a dropkick. Twister picks up Hyatt and grabs a front face lock before taking Hyatt over with a snap suplex. Twister kips up to his feet and tags in Wendy. Wendy jumps up to the top turnbuckle while the fans get on their feet as they watch Wendy fly off with a Phoenix Splash and lands on Hyatt and quickly goes for the cover.]
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[Frost pulls Wendy off as Twister comes in and nails Frost with a flying forearm to the mouth sending him over the top rope. Twister quickly scales up to the top turnbuckle before flying off with a flying body block knocking Frost down.]
AJ: Looks like Frost got his teeth smashed in from that shot.
[Hyatt rolls over to his stomach while Wendy continues to hold her ribs in pain while the ref goes over and asks her if she wants to continue. Hyatt uses the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet before walking over to Wendy and stomps away on the injured ribs before jumping up on the second rope and dropping all of his weight on the ribs as Wendy screams out in pain.]
BJ: Ashley Hyatt is about to pick those ribs apart.
[Hyatt drags Wendy away from the ropes and pulls her up to her feet before taking her right back down with a dragonscrew leg whip and follows up with an elbow drop to the ribs. Twister continues to go toe to toe with Frost with right hands but Frost sneaks in a knee to the midsection before slamming Twister's head into the ring apron. Wendy tries to fight the pain while Hyatt just yanks her up to her feet and throws her into the near corner and kicks away at the injured ribs a couple of times before going for a shoulder tackle to the ribs but Wendy avoids the contact and hooks Hyatt into a sunset flip.]
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2...
[Hyatt just kicks out once again and gets back to stomping away at the ribs of Wendy before picking her up and whipping her into the far corner. Hyatt charges in and catches a boot to the face from Wendy. Hyatt shakes it off and charges in again and hits nothing but ringpost as Wendy floats up and over with another sunset flip.]
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BJ: Close call but Hyatt escapes again.
[Hyatt quickly kicks out while Wendy pulls herself up by the second rope and climbs up to the second turnbuckle before flying off with a flying reverse elbow that knocks Hyatt down to the mat. Wendy starts getting up slow and is favoring those ribs when she buries a kick to the ribs of Hyatt. Wendy slowly picks up Hyatt and connects with a thunderous chop to the chest before sending him into the ropes. Wendy barely gets up off the ground and goes for a hurracarana but Hyatt stops in his tracks and drives Wendy down to the mat with a powerbomb into a pin.]
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[Wendy just gets the left shoulder up while Hyatt complains about the count. Frost goes for a home run swing but Twister ducks under and Frost gets nothing but ring post as he grabs his arm in agony. Hyatt picks up Wendy and whips her into the ropes but Wendy reverses the whip and catches Hyatt in a fireman's carry and nails him with a samoan drop just as she grabs her ribs. Both are laid out on the mat when the ref starts his count.]
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[Hyatt crawls towards the ropes and slowly gets back to his feet and hits the ropes before driving his feet to Wendy's ribs and rolling away before coming back and making the cover.]
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[Twister leaps off of the top turnbuckle with a legdrop to the back of Hyatt's head to break the cover. Wendy somehow gets the shoulder up as Twister pulls Hyatt up and whips him into the ropes but Hyatt comes back with a dropkick to the knee. Hyatt pulls Wendy up by the arm and goes for a short arm clothesline but Wendy ducks under and grabs a waistlock and takes him over with a roll-up.]
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[Hyatt kicks out as Wendy lands on the mat in pain. Hyatt buries a boot to the midsection of Wendy. Hyatt buries another boot to the midsection before locking on a pumphandle and taking Wendy up and over with a reverse slam. Hyatt hits the ropes and springboards off with a corkscrew elbow to the chest. Hyatt goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]
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[Wendy kicks out while Hyatt gets to his feet and makes the tag to Frost. Hyatt holds Wendy up while Frost climbs up to the top turnbuckle and comes off with a double ax handle to the ribs. Frost goes for the quick cover.]
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[Wendy kicks out once more while Frost complains about the count. Frost sends Wendy into the corner before pummeling away with rights and lefts before playing to the crowd for a second. Wendy turns Frost around and throws him into the corner before stomping away at the midsection before falling to the mat and stretching for the tag.
BJ: She's so close to making the tag.
[Wendy makes the tag to Twister and shoot Frost into the ropes and goes for a double clothesline but Frost barely ducks under and comes back into a stunning double back elbow. Wendy leaves the ring.]
AJ: Nevermind, it just went from bad to worse now.
[Twister waits for Frost to get to his feet before knocking him back down with a short arm clothesline. Twister grabs Frost by the hair and throws him to the near corner and opens him up before he lets loose a massive chop to the chest. Twister follows up with another one for good measure.]
Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
BJ: Damn, you could hear that one in Baton Rouge.
[Twister whips Frost to the far corner and charges in but Frost gets the boot up and nails Twister in the face. Frost rushes out and takes Twister down with a DDT before going for a cover.]
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[Twister gets the shoulder up when Frost makes the tag to Hyatt. Both men whip Twister into the ropes and knock him down with a double elbow shot to the chest, followed by a double backfist to the face before Frost leaves the ring. Hyatt slowly picks up Twister and nails him with a chop before whipping Twister into the ropes and catching him with a belly to belly suplex.]
BJ: Hyatt got some tremendous velocity on that suplex.
AJ: I know but it won't keep Twister down for long.
[Hyatt looks for the irish whip on Twister but Twister reverses the whip and picks up Hyatt before slamming him down to the mat with a painful spinebuster. Twister gets back to his feet before hitting the ropes and driving his knee into Hyatt's shoulder before going for a cover.]
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[Hyatt gets the shoulder up while Twister stomps away on the shoulder of Hyatt before he makes the quick tag to Wendy before sending Hyatt into the ropes and catches him with a drop toe hold before Wendy flies off the ropes and connects with a springboard legdrop to the chest of Hyatt and goes for the cover.]
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[Hyatt gets the shoulder up while Wendy grabs the arm and pulls Hyatt up to his feet and locks in a hammerlock before sweeping the legs from under Hyatt and slaming him to the mat. Wendy goes into the corner and tags Twister before Wendy lifts Hyatt up when Twister hits the nearside ropes before hitting the farside ropes and taking Hyatt down with a hooking clothesline before going for the cover.]
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[Hyatt gets the shoulder up when Twister gets to his feet and knocks Frost out of the corner. Hyatt gets to his feet and charges at Twister but Twister sidesteps him and catches him with a superkick.]
AJ: SPARKSTARTER!!!!!
[Twister makes the tag to Wendy and gives her the signal when she climbs up to the top and leaps off with a shooting star legdrop.]
BJ: FLOWERSFALL!!!!
[Wendy goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]
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[Frost charges in and gets drilled with a massive spear from Twister to cut him off.]
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[DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!!]
BJ: THE BIRDZ DID IT!!! THE BIRDZ HAVE JUST WON THE CROCKETT CUP!!!!
[Kensei Kusuo and officials from BWA/SSW and Burning Phoenix step into the ring, carrying the Crockett Cup and the cashier's check. A very large promotional check while Kusuo holds the real one and the mic.]
Kusuo: In two days of supreme tag team competition, we have seen some great teams go at it. First, there were sixteen teams that dared to dream of immortality and then there was one. So, to Twister Thompson and Wendy Briese of the WhirlyBirdz, I am here to present you with the prestigious Jim Crockett, Sr. Memorial Cup and this check for One Million Dollars. You did a tremendous job and showed great fighting heart. Congratulations!
[Kusuo calmly hands the check to Twister and shakes hands with him, Wendy, and Pollaski while the officials hand them the Crockett Cup to a stirring and rousing ovation from the Louisiana crowd.]
[MAJOR CROWD POPPAGE!!!]
Crowd: BIRDZ!!!! BIRDZ!!!! BIRDZ!!!! BIRDZ!!!! BIRDZ!!!!
Shinobi: It has been a wild two days and I would like to say that it has been a pleasure to work along with AJ and BJ and hope we can do it again in the future.
BJ: You got it, Joe.
AJ: It was cool, Shinobi. Until next time, see you guys on Just Another Rage!!
Shinobi: For AJ, BJ, and Kusuo-san. This is Shinobi and we will see you on One Night Only. Goodnight, everybody.
[A parting shot of Dan holding the Crockett Cup in the air, while Twister and Wendy jump on opposite turnbuckles and salute the fans while fireworks and confetti go off in the arena when the picture slowly goes into darkness and into regular PPV programming.]
[End.]