[The screen fades in from black, your $24.95 has finally come good as the usual WfWA warning comes across the screen ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== WARNING! WFWA ACTION IS FULL OF HIGHSPOTS, PYRO, LOUD MUSIC, SWEAT, STROBES AND BIKINI GIRLS. THESE ARE TRAINED AND PAID PROFESSIONALS PLEASE DO NOT TRY TO IMITATE ANY WFWA ACTION AT HOME. !VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED! ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [Black, silent, empty.] "War doesn't prove who was right..." [The voice is electronic, straight out of a computer but somewhere in there it has expression and feeling.] "But the last man left standing can claim to be the best..." [A puff of cigarette smoke leads us in.] "From the streets of Detroit..." [A shot from cold hard 8mm film dampens the soft yellow tinge of a sidewalk into a lifeless grey. Slowly we pan along the street, graffiti flickers at the top of the screen, the occasional glimmer of colour. A blur of purple makes us stop and track back. We come across a red and blue pair of Hispanic design bandannas, the decoration picked out in white. Beside them, on either side is a pair of feet in stylish street shoes. We pan up the figure on the right, up his dark jeans, past his white vest to his snarling face. A tribal design tattoo is on the back of his furled up and shaven scalp...he stares into the eyes of an opposing figure, equally tense, equally taut. A gold tooth appears as he curls up his lips.] "To the underground of London..." [As the cries of "EXTRA, EXTRA" ring out from a crowd of people we turn into a grimy street corner. A bag of fish and chips lays trodden on the floor. Beside it are two pairs of black, scuffed army boots. We look up, our eye dragging on the buckles and belts that hang from their combat trousers. There's a TAP, TAP, TAP of a baseball bat as the two figures, both in thick padded jackets stand eye to eye, nose to nose. "To the canals of Venice..." [The soft soothing sound of water lapping against the wooden supports of a pier soon fades out as we come face to face with a growling, designer suited man. If it wasn't for the bulging in his jacket pocket that so obviously houses a firearm he could be mistaken for a businessman. We pan around to find that he stands in front of a mob of similarly suited men. He flinches slightly as they step towards him. "To the electric avenues of Tokyo City..." [The flickering neon lights cast a bright halo down over the shoulders of two bare chested men. Both have a dragon tattoo running down their backs, both with a blade in their right hands. They stand chest to chest butting heads before we cut to black. "When you fight a war..." [Back to an ultra-violent montage of 'what happened nexts' as the sound of fist on flesh sends a streak of blood from the corner of a mouth, splattering against the dirty Detroit pavement. A sickening THUD as a bat comes down across the top of a bald head, cracking the skull in a split second, the agonising pain shoots across his all but dead eyes as he falls sideways crashing against the alley wall. A ripping, burning BANG as a bullet tears through the chest of the suited man, he flings his arm out dropping his silver .45 from the pier and down into the water below, his mouth howling out in pain as he is jolted backwards with a second shot. A sheen of light as a sword slices down the bare shoulder opening up a searing, weeping wound which sends the victim sprawling back against a shop window. We pan up as the attacker lunges forwards for the fatal blow...and then to black.] "There are going to be casualties." [An ultra quick shot of all the attackers, the Asian man standing in front of a bloodied glass window, his chest and face sprayed with blood. The black suited, olive skinned 'cleaner' standing over us looking down before putting a pair of shades across the ridge of his nose. The London thug spitting down at us before cynically kicking the broken body in front of him, burying his steel toe caps deep into the gut before the Detroit crew quickly rush to fit the motionless body into the boot of a beat up old Cadillac. The boot shuts and we again cut to black.] [The figure turns his face to the camera and in an electric FLASH his features becomes visible. His torso is shrouded in darkness but his face burns with life...because his face changes every split second, flashing to each different member of the respective Summer Games 3 teams. From Eric Dane to Terry Woods, from Ulfric to Joey Tesauro in barely a couple of seconds we have seen all the gladiators involved before we fade...to...black.] ['Do You Really Know?' by Twiztid begins playing.] There are two forms of punishment' #Blast off, home in the dark with heads off # Smoke squares five at a time and won't cough # I like graveyards and beatin' on the voodoo drum # And all you're worried about is where the @#%$ I'm from # Never existed # Grippin' my axe, double-fisted # And if you blinked you missed it You can take it. [As the black is shredded in half by the words they disappear as quickly as they appeared, dancing and shaking slightly as they go and we cut to a collage of still shots and images running like a flick book over the commentary that first called them.] [Storm gets to his feet, Rowell struggling to get up, kick to the gut, IMPLANT DDT from Storm.] DDK: The same move he used in the ring when Rowell verbally abused him last week! Wait, where's Ryan going? [Storm runs up the stairs, and goes through the first row of the balcony. He climbs the rail...] Angus: HOLY SH[bleep]T! DDK: STORM WITH A SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM THE BALCONY! [The bell sounds.] DDK: The referee isn't going to wait anymore, he's just called for a no contest. # I'm Twiztid # No love # No hugs # No dap # No friends # No light # Pitch black And you can give it. [Red Dragon grabs Rowell by his jean shorts and starts to drag him out from under the ring, Rowell leans backward and swings.. __SMASH__ __Confused Ohhh__ ..Fluorescent Glass Light tube smashed over Red Dragon's head.] Luke Gallagher - Oh my God! Ed Foo Jung - Rowell just smashed a tube over Red Dragon's head. [A stunned Red Dragon, with glass splinters in his face, takes a few staggering steps backwards and slumps down.] Luke Gallagher - That he did! # Do you really know what it's like? # Like to be me! # Do you really know what it's like? # Like to see what I see! # Do you really know what it's like? # See another day! # Do you really know what it's like? # To be me! He's a man of many words. [And now we hear them.] Larna - Andy Boland, the number one contender to Red Dragon. He's facing him at Summer Games III. Rowell - Was I in a coma or something for a while? Larna - No? [Rowell shrugs.] Rowell - Then where did he come from? And even more words... [Rowell holds his right hand in a 'c', like a hand puppet.] "Rowell, don't you know I have respect for Mitsuya?" [Obviously, he is now MOCKING the World Champion.] "I respect the Crocodile like I respect the milkman telling me my dad is really the mailman. I'm like Rodney Dangerfield; you give me no respect. I'm the World Champ, I'm this, and I'm that...I'll break you..." [Rowell slaps his right hand with his left.] # Take these... # ...feelings away from me! # Strip me of everything! # See me for who I am # Take these... # ...feelings away from me! # I've shown you everything! # Now you hate who I am! # Take these... # ...feelings away from me! # Strip me of everything! # See me for who I am! # Take these... # ...feelings away from me! # I've shown you everything! # Now you hate who I am! But he lives by one code. [C.J. Rowell steps through those curtains as the crowd erupts in an extreme amount of cheers for this man. Rowell is wearing blue jean shorts and kneepads, blue and white boots and white wrist tape. He holds two hands high over his head.] Do unto others... [Rowell comes around; Ed gets in his face.] Ed Foo Jung - What the hell do you think you're doing? [Rowell eyeballs Ed for a moment before he grins, shot to the head of Ed a kick to the midsection and a DDT takes Ed down.] __Massive Pop__ Luke Gallagher - ..[chuckling].. I normally wouldn't condone such actions but that was beautiful. ...before they do unto you. [Rowell opens the chair back up and wraps it around the ankle of Red.] Ed Foo Jung - I don't like the look of this. [There's a clunk as a microphone hits the floor.] Luke Gallagher - Where the hell are you going? [Rowell stomps away at the chair wrapped around Red's foot a few times, before Ed answers Luke's question with actions rather than words, sliding into the ring with another chair... __Clonck__ __Ohh__ __Jeer__ ..Rowell catches a chair to the back, which sends him down.] Luke Gallagher - I guess that told me, hang with me folks I'm flying Solo for the second time tonight. Rowell laid out Red Dragon then Ed laid out Rowell with a pair of Steel Chairs. # Do you really know what it's like? # Like to be me! # Do you really know what it's like? # Like to see what I see! # Do you really know what it's like? # See another day! # Do you really know what it's like? # To be me! Summer Games III Live On Pay Per View C.J. Rowell gets his chance. "I will start the long and agonising work of filling the hole. It will all come to an end when I run out of dirt to cover your carcass... and then, the world shall call me what it should call me... World Heavyweight Champion." Four Men...One Goal. [Pictures of Rowell, Red Dragon, Kevin Cage, and Andy Boland flash upon your screen. Who will leave California as 'The Champion'? "It has a good ring to it though, 'C.J. Rowell, World Heavyweight Champion'... doesn't it?" [Black.] ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== I I ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= The entrance video comes to it's finale as we swoop down to the depths of The Staples Center in the heart of California which is full to the brim with a sold out 25,000 fans screaming, shouting and cheering for the greatest alliance on the face of the earth.] [BOOOOOOOOOOOM] [BOOOOOOOOOOOM] [BOOOOOOOOOOOM] [BOOOOOOOOOOOM] [4 huge bursts of pyro bring a deafening roar from the fans as they get ready to witness the biggest event of the year and to see WfWA rock the place like no other collection of superstars in the world can.] [FWOOOOOOOOSH] [FWOOOOOOOOSH] [FWOOOOOOOOSH] [We cut down to ringside as a stream of flames spew up from the massive video wall and entrance rig after circling the roaring fans, the foam fingers, silly hats and signs are out in force tonight so why don't we pick out a few that stand out: - PICK ME TEAM NGWA - WOODS FEARS SOFT DRINKS - R.I.P BLACK ZACK - ONLY ICON, ONLY STAR - GOT TITLES? - IT'S ALWAYS BRITTANY'S TIME O' THE MONTH - THIS SIGN SUCKS, READ HIS! Time now to get the latest from our commentary team for the evening, Justin Hellock and Mike Weathers.] Mike Weathers - WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO SUNNY CALIFORNIA WHERE THE WfWA HAS INVADED THE STAPLES CENTER FOR THE BIGGEST, THE BEST AND UNDENIABLY THE MOST STAR STUDDED PAY PER VIEW OF THE YEAR! WELCOME TO... SUMMER GAMES THREE! [The crowd roar on as the video screen shows them in all their glory, the merchandise stand has been selling shirts by the truckload by the looks of things. As the camera swoops past them, the fans leap up trying to grab it before another burst of pyro shoots up to the very rafters of the Staples Center.] Justin Hellock - MY GOD! LISTEN TO THE RECEPTION...MY NAME IS JUSTIN HELLOCK AND TO MY RIGHT IS CALIFORNIA'S OWN LIVING LEGND, MIKE WEATHERS AND WE WILL BE TAKING YOU THROUGH THIS...THIS EXTRAVAGANZA! Mike Weathers - Justin, I think the atmosphere is even getting to you. Those were the nicest words you've had to say to me in all our years calling the highspots and chair shots together! [Close up on the commentary team. Mike is wearing a sharp black dinner jacket with dickey bow and white shirt while Justin Hellock is dressed for a party in a bright orange Hawaiian short sleeved shirt.] Justin Hellock - How can this atmosphere not be getting to you? Take a look around Mike...THIS IS SUMMER GAMES! Mike Weathers - It sure as heck is Justin and what a night of action we have got for you tonight! This is the big one, the battle to decide the strongest region, forget personal rivalries because this is all about being a team. You have to work together to even so much as make it through to our final for that #1 contenders slot...if you so much as blink at the wrong time you and your region is going home! ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [The Video Screen kicks in with a devilish humming as slowly it cuts out and re-opens backstage where walking down the hall is one half of the EWC tag team champions, Brittany Fox along with her pet Pitbull, Daisy. Fox's blond hair peeks out from underneath a beige cowgirl hat that she is wearing along with a button-up cowgirl-style shirt with suede shoulders, dark brown leather pants, and black cowgirl boots. A short choker chain restrains Daisy.] Brittany Fox - Let's see, let's see... it's gotta' be around her some place. [Fox is looking at all the doors she passes as they walk down the hall. Finally, she stops at one.] Brittany Fox - Ah-ha! Look sweetheart, we found it! __RROOAOFF__ [Fox puts her finger to her lips and becomes very quiet, signalling Daisy to "Sshhhh..." The camera shows us the door they have stopped in front of and we see that it reads 'WHIRLYBIRDZ VHS'. Fox looks at Daisy and nods her head while smiling, then unclasps the choker and stands back.] Brittany Fox - Go ahead girl! When ya' gotta' go, ya' gotta' go, right? [We watch as Daisy moves closer to the door and sniffs around a little bit, then turns, squats, and takes a hot, stinky, steamy, sh*t right in front of the Whirylbirdz's lockeroom door.] Brittany Fox - Wendy Briese an' The other Whirlybirdies can consider that a "good luck" present from us... [When Daisy finishes, but before Brittany can put the choker back on, she is shoved from behind. J2O knocks her down with a push, while Dan jumps on the dog from behind, clasping a muzzle around its mouth. Laughing, the two drag the dog into the locker room, and close the door, locking it. Brittany hops back to her feet, and begins trying to force her way into the Birdz locker room.] Brittany Fox - POLLASKAH! YA BETTAH OPEN THIS HERE DOOR RIGHT NOW! [From the inside, Dan can be heard talking in a bit of a French accent] Dan Pollaski - Oh ho-ho! What do we have here! A dog who has come to the Dan Pollaski beauty parlour. [Brittany screams, and bangs on the door again, while Daisy's whines can be heard. Suddenly, Brittany screams, and the crowd pops, as the sound of a buzzer can be heard. The dog's whines grow louder, and Dan and James can be heard laughing.] Dan Pollaski - Well, there is the haircut, we just need a makeover! [Again, more whining from Daisy, more screaming from Brit, more cheering from the crowd, and more laughing from Dan and J2O is heard. Finally, the door opens just a crack, and a humiliated Daisy comes running out, tail tucked between her legs. She has been shaved bald. Written on her, in permanent marker, is "FOX SUX", in several different places. Brit screams as she sees her dog, then turns back to Dan, who has again shut and locked the door.] Brittany Fox - POLLASKI! AH AM GOING TO KILL YAH! YAH HEAR ME? [Fox turns and storms out. After a minute, the door opens, and out steps James and Dan, both laughing their ass off.] Dan Pollaski: Thanks James, good help. James Double-OH - You're welcome. [James leaves, and Dan turns around to re-enter the locker room.] __SQUISH__ Dan Pollaski - Goddammit! ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [We cut back to ringside with a chorus of jeers from the fans, somewhere near the back a chant of "BRITANNY SWALLOWS" is born.] Mike Weathers - That is not the way I expected to start off this darn show, Brittany Fox...she said it best, when you gotta go, you gotta go! Justin Hellock - I hope she cleans that up, isn't that a punishable offence? Mike Weathers - I think it is Justin, Brittany may well have just put herself in the poop so to speak but maybe not as much as Dan Pollaski just did! Did you see that pooch? Smooth as a baby's behind! Of course Brittany is up in action against Wendy Briese for the NGWA Womens Title later on tonight...talking of Wendy and The Birdz though Justin... Justin Hellock - But Mike, you want to talk about action...the Summer Games party has been going on all weekend on the beaches of beautiful California and it all began on the 23rd with the FREE FOR ALL REDONDO BEACH PARTY! Mike Weathers - And for those of you who haven't heard the news... WE GOT NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! WE GOT A NEW DOUBLE CROWN CHAMPION! ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== The video wall bursts into life with action from the Redondo Beach Party set to the thunderous 'Debonair' by Dope. The guitar riff and double speed drum beat introduction builds up to images and brief clips from the show including a Stan Marshall Tope over the top, Yosheda Sakimura being thrown over the top rope by The Regime and Marc McCarthy diving from the top rope through the announce table. # I don't care nothing about it! The vocals kick in and the action speeds up into a super fast, super hard hitting montage. !Hammer wins the NGWA Hardcore Title! !Glori Allysin Rose defeats Jenna Blaze! !Miller Magnum pins Fugitive in a Hardcore Tag match! !Chris Egerton overcomes Jay Hunter! !SNS squash Metal N'Mayhem and the Midwest Enforcers! !Seth Angelus batters Jon Mourton with a chair! !Ulfric & Lennox win the World Tag Team Titles! !Joey Tesauro retains over Stan Marshall! !Dark Wolf fails to win the Atlantic Coast Title! !Marc McCarthy wins the WfWA Double Crown! !Donovan Cross lays out Dark Wolf and McCarthy! ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [The video is met with a massive cheer from the fans that are just simply chomping at the bit for some action, and they won't have long to wait as we cut back to Justin Hellock and Mike Weathers at ringside.] Justin Hellock - What a night that was...and what you didn't see up there was Donovan Cross making off with both the WfWA Double Crown but also the Atlantic Coast Title that had both been won by Marc McCarthy moments earlier...that Cross...what an impact he has had in his short time in the alliance. Mike Weathers - He's got the family name to uphold Hellock, when you're related to Tyler Cross and Mike Sloan you have to do something pretty special to step out from the shadows but can he lead Team EWC to glory? Justin Hellock - Dubya times three all the way baby! Ulfric and Lennox, the NEW World Tag Team Champions are going to bring it home for California, rest assured Mike, we got this in the bag! [The lights drop out and the video wall flickers to a huge pop from the fans, they don't care who is coming out first because this is SG3 and everyone is a damn superstar.] Mike Weathers - What do we have here Justin... Justin Hellock - I tell ya' Mike...I don't care who it is because finally, after all the hype, all the build up SG3 is GO! [The lights remain out as we take a cut to Greg Fogleman standing in the middle of the ring illuminated by a single beaming spotlight. He to is in the full formal wear. His eyes glance around the ringside, his hand trembling around his microphone as he prepares himself.] Mike Weathers - I think I know who's coming Justin...this is a war that has raged for several months over in rainy England and it will be coming to an end live on Pay Per View! [Greg clears his throat away from the mic before raising it up to his stone dry lips.] Greg Fogleman - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has the stipulation of a SURVIIIIIVORS MAY-AAATCH! [The crowd explodes at the mere mention of the stipulation, now they know who is coming out to kick off the show!] Justin Hellock - RAYNE AND UNFORGIVEN! Greg Fogleman: Introducing first, from Greenland, weighing in at 450 pounds ... UN-FOR-GIVENNN! ["Fade to Black" by Metallica begins to play as the lights flicker and a massive burst of pyro explodes at the top of the ramp.] Mike Weathers - This is a titanic struggle, Rayne has been on the end of so much punishment at the hands of Unforgiven but now he gets him one on one in a Survivors Match...this has everything you need in a match, this is an epic just waiting to happen! [Out from the locker room, Unforgiven begins to make his trek to the ring, his path is shown up on the video wall to a DEAFENING barrage of jeers from the fans who immediately begin to chant for their former World Champion, Rayne.] Mike Weathers - Pretty obvious what the fans want, Rayne is a former WfWA World Champion and a real fighter, a lot of guys would have just high-tailed it away from Unforgiven. Justin Hellock - That's what anyone with half a brain would have done, Rayne is going to get broken in half right in front of us here...he still has to fight on Team EWC later in the evening as well. It doesn't make sense Mike Mike Weathers - Course it does Justin, Rayne wants to finish this on Pay Per View! [Unforgiven wears blue jeans, boots, a black T-shirt and a black and white flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off. The fans let him have a verbal beating but he barely even acknowledges them.] Justin Hellock - Unforgiven is one HUGE sumbitch! # Life it seems, will fade away # Drifting further every day # Getting lost within myself # Nothing matters no one else # I have lost the will to live # Simply nothing more to give # There is nothing more for me # Need the end to set me free [Unforgiven pauses and stands in the middle of the aisle as Brittany Fox, Rex "The Hex" Plex and Ballistic run down.] # Things are not what they used to be # Missing one inside of me # Deathly lost, this can't be real # Cannot stand this hell I feel # Emptiness is filing me # To the point of agony # Growing darkness taking dawn # I was me, but now He's gone Mike Weathers - There's his entourage. This guy can't go to the bathroom without his friends holding it. [Unforgiven steps onto the ring apron with a single, massive step.] # No one but me can save myself, but its too late [He stands there for a moment, turns around to the crowd and yells obscenities at the people in the front row who react with a chorus of BOO's.] # Now I can't think, think why I should even try [He steps over the top rope and into the ring, backing himself into a corner and watching the ramp with a fire in his eyes.] # Yesterday seems as though it never existed [Rex and Ballistic huddle behind him at ringside and Fox just walks over to his corner.] # Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye [The music fades away as an anticipating silence falls over the arena. The fans lean forwards, eeking ever so slightly out of their seats awaiting the arrival of his opponent.] Justin Hellock - Man...he sure ate all the pies. Nearly 8 feet tall, I tell'ya, Rayne is a dead man. Mike Weathers - I just hope Rayne is coming into this with a gameplan, Unforgiven could just tear him limb from limb if he isn't ready for this. Justin Hellock - Could? Mike, he WILL! [Greg Fogleman takes a gulp as he stands in the middle of the ring, shadowed by the massive Unforgiven.] Greg Fogleman - And his opponent. Weighing in at 275 pounds, from Shattered Plains, North Dakota ... HE IS RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYNNE! [The lights dim to a MASSIVE pop from the fans.] Mike Weathers - Here he comes! [Rayne's voice echoes over the PA. The words fly across the big screen as they are said.] "When the rain falls... ...NOTHING... ...is safe..." [The sound of thunder begins to roll throughout the arena. As it fades away, a pitter pattering is heard as silver glitter begins falling from the ceiling. Strobes flicker throughout the Staples Center, giving the glitter the impression of falling rain. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the power of Verdi's "Dies Irae" begins to boom throughout the arena. The crowd explodes in cheers.] # Dies irae, dies illa (The day of wrath, that day) # solvet saeclum in favilla, (which will reduce the world to ashes,) # teste David cum Sibylla. (as foretold by David and the Sybil.) Justin Hellock - Rayne is putting his spot on the EWC team on the line right here by stepping into the ring with this beast of a man, I don't care what you say, he isn't going to be anywhere near fully recovered for EWC versus UWF. # Quantus tremor est futurus, (What terror there will be,) # quando judex est venturus, (when the Lord will come) # cuncta stricte discussurus. (to rigorously judge all!) Mike Weathers - His team need him Justin, but maybe not as much as he needs to do this. Justin Hellock - What kinda crock of crap statement was that? This is Summer Games...ya'know, the TEAM games. UWF will knock EWC down for the count if they dont take this seriously Mike and you know that as well as I do. [After a few moments, Rayne steps out onto the stage wearing a pair of cut- off blue jeans, black combat boots and the same white, blood-stained, sleeveless T-shirt which reads "Extremely Suicidal" that he wore in his last match with Unforgiven. He walks to the top of the stage, stands with his arms spread and lowers his head as pyro shoots off above him, sending sparks raining down over him. The crowd are going totally APE by now.] # Tuba mirum spargens sonum (The trumpet, scattering a wondrous sound) # per sepulchra regionum, (among the graves of all the lands,) # coget omnes ante thronum. (will assemble all before the Throne.) Mike Weathers - Even if Rayne were to advance, how could he possibly go on to win the whole thing? After what happened in that last contest between he and Unforgiven, it's amazing he'd even agree to, let alone ASK for this match. # Mors stupebit et natura, (Death and Nature will be astounded) # cum resurget creatura, (when they see a creature rise again) # judicanti responsura. (to answer to the Judge.) [He pauses for a moment, exhales smoke from the pyro and then walks down the aisle.] # Liber scriptus proferetur, (The book will be brought forth) # in quo totum continetur, (in which all deeds are noted,) # unde mundus judicetur. (for which humanity will answer.) [Rayne stands outside the ring and looks at the team of Metal 'n' Mayhem, points and yells a few things and then stares into the ring. He closes his eyes, shakes his head and slides into the ring.] Mike Weathers - Ever get the feeling you have set let yourself in for something that you have absolutely no control over? That's how Rayne feels right about now. # Judex ergo cum sedebit, (When the judge will be seated,) # quidquid latet apparebit, (all that is hidden will appear,) # nil inultum remanebit. (and nothing will go unpunished. ) [The music fades out as Rayne walks up to Unforgiven in the center of the ring and the two look eye to eye. Rayne is forced to arch his head back and strain every muscle in his body to do so as Unforgiven stares down, but it's eye to eye the best that they can.] Justin Hellock - Unforgiven's goons took out Rayne's eye in their last battle! What does this monster have in store for him now? [DING DING] [The bell rings to a massive cheer as Rayne locks up with the beast. Unforgiven tosses him across the ring with ease.] Mike Weathers - What was Rayne thinking!? He can't out power Unforgiven! [Rayne rolls onto his stomach, huddled in the corner. He slowly gets back to his feet and charges Unforgiven. The big man catches Rayne and heaves him into the air, driving him across the ring with a release Gut-Wrench Suplex.] Justin Hellock - Ouch! [Unforgiven gets back up and walks over to Rayne, pulling him up by his hair. He drags him to the corner and throws him against it, laying in some punches, each one is met with a rising groan from the fans.] _WHAP_ _WHAP_ _WHAP_ _WHAP_ _WHAP_ [Rayne slumps into the corner as Unforgiven takes his massive boot against Rayne's throat and begins choking him.] Mike Weathers - His boot is almost as big as Rayne's head! Get him off ref! Justin Hellock - There are no rules in this match; the only way to win is to make your opponent quit! Tapping out won't even help, you literally have to say "I Quit", I don't even know if that is in Unforgiven's vocabulary. Mike Weathers - I guarantee it won't be in Raynes. [The crowd fires up with "LET'S GO RAYNE!" chants.] Mike Weathers - Rayne is in trouble already here. [Unforgiven lets off of the hold but begins to stomp away on Rayne's chest, driving a good five or six boots to him. He pulls Rayne back to his feet and uses his massive hand to chop Rayne right in the chest.] [WHOOOOO!] [He does it again.] [WHOOOOO!] [And again...] [WHOOOOO!] [And again...] [WHOOOOO!] [And again...] [WHOOOOO!] Justin Hellock - Rayne's chest is bright red from those chops! DAYUM! Look at the whelps coming up right in front of us. [Quick shot at the chest of Rayne brings a gasp from the fans.] Mike Weathers - Uh-oh! [Unforgiven picks Rayne up and sets him on the turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope and hooks his head. With a huge heave, he lifts Rayne up vertically into the air, holding him for a moment.] [GASPS!] [ANTICIPATING MURMURS] Mike Weathers - OH MAN!! Justin Hellock - He's stalling on the superplex! __CRAAAAAASH__ [After holding him for about ten seconds, Unforgiven leaps off the ropes crushing Rayne's back against the mat. Rayne squirms in pain, clutching his lumbar region.] Mike Weathers - HUGE SUPERPLEX! [Unforgiven stomps away on Rayne's back as Rayne tries to crawl away.] Justin Hellock - Unforgiven has this match solidly in control. [Unforgiven scoops Rayne up by one hand around the throat.] [CHOKESLAM POP!] Mike Weathers - HERE WE GO!! [Unforgiven yells at Rex, Ballistic and Brittany on the outside to set up a table.] Justin Hellock - There goes his goons! They're digging out a table! [TABLE POP!] [Rex and Ballistic pulls out a table, as does Fox. Brittany sets hers up as Rex & Ballistic set theirs on top of hers.] [EXPECTANT HO-LY SHIT MOMENT SILENCE!] Mike Weathers - THEY JUST STACKED THE TABLES!! [Unforgiven uses his incredible strength to power Rayne up one handed and into the air. He backs Rayne over to the ropes as suddenly the crowd explodes.] [RUN IN POP POP POP!] Justin Hellock - HERE COMES THE REINFORCEMENTS!! ___CAAAAAAARAAAAAAASHHHHH___ [Unforgiven drives Rayne through both tables with a huge choke slam. He lies in the rubble, out cold. Meanwhile, The Black Widow and Shaken Not Stirred have charged the ring and begin brawling with Metal 'n' Mayhem and Brittany Fox.] Mike Weathers - AS SOME OVER-RATED WRESTLING JOURNALIST WOULD SAY, IT'S BONZO GONZO!!! [GOOD GUYS RULE POP] [Widow charges Fox and clotheslines her over the guard rail spilling them into the crowd. Meanwhile, Unforgiven is climbing out of the ring to assist Rex and Ballistic with James and Isaac.] Justin Hellock - Unforgiven is leaving Rayne in that mess and going after Shaken Not Stirred! [Unforgiven drops down and steps in front of Rex and Ballistic as James and Isaac both step back a foot. Rayne rolls out of the rubble and under the ring, digging.] Mike Weathers - James and Isaac don't know how to approach the big man exactly! [The guys from SNS look at each other for a second before making their move towards Unforgiven. He reaches out and hooks both by the throat, lifting them into the air. Rayne emerges from underneath the ring with a chair and slides up into the ring and runs across it. He leaps onto the top rope and springs off, tossing the chair in the process. He then dropkicks the chair into Unforgiven's face and he drops Isaac and James. Rex and Ballistic take advantage and both men clothesline their adversaries to the concrete.] __CRACK__ Justin Hellock - RAYNE IS AWAKE! HE JUST SAVED SHAKEN NOT STIRRED! [Rayne scoops the chair back up and drives it into the back of Unforgiven's left leg. Unforgiven stumbles, clutching it.] Mike Weathers - He's after the leg now! [Over in the crowd, The Black Widow has been pummelling Brittany Fox with a bunch of martial arts kicks. She throws Fox over a couple of rows of chairs.] Justin Hellock - This is insanity! [Rex and Ballistic set up a pair of tables outside the ring. They go back to beating on Shaken Not Stirred. Rayne drives the chair into Unforgiven's knee again and again, finally the big man drops to the concrete in pain.] [HUGE RAYNE POP] Mike Weathers - RAYNE TOOK THE GIANT OFF OF HIS FEET! [Rayne slides the chair into the ring and half-ass drags Unforgiven up to his feet. He pushes with all his might to stuff the big man back inside the ring. Fox has taken over the brawling and DDTs Widow to the concrete.] Justin Hellock - Rayne has the big man back in the ring! [Rayne grabs Unforgiven by the arm and wraps him into the standing wristlock. He unloads with a dozen punches right into Unforgiven's right shoulder. The big man is getting very, very angry.] Mike Weathers - Unforgiven was vicious to begin with, but now he looks like he's getting pissed off as well! [Unforgiven fights out of the hold and drives a massive boot into Rayne's stomach. He stuffs Rayne between his legs and then powers him up, snapping him to the mat with a gigantic power bomb.] [STUNNED GASPS!] Justin Hellock - VICIOUS POWER BOMB!! [Security spills down to the ring and starts to tear apart the MnM/SNS brawl. Meanwhile, a unit has dispatched themselves to get Brittany Fox and The Black Widow separated.] Mike Weathers - Security is trying to clear out this arena! [Unforgiven hooks Rayne into an elevated Boston Crab and begins to wrench away. The referee rushes over with a microphone in hand.] Rayne: NOO!!!!! [Unforgiven has changed up the move and drives his knee into Rayne's back ala the original Lion Tamer.] Rayne: NO!!!! [Security is dragging Rex and Ballistic from ring side as Shaken Not Stirred agree to go quietly.] Justin Hellock - Rayne WILL NOT submit! [Unforgiven releases the hold and scoops Rayne up into a huge Gorilla Press. He tosses him straight up into the air and he crashes stomach-first to the mat. Unforgiven walks over to the corner and climbs onto the second rope. He asks the referee for the microphone and then leaps off, splashing Rayne.] Unforgiven: GIVE UP!!! Rayne: NOOO!!! Mike Weathers - Rayne is crazy! He's getting beaten up horribly! [Unforgiven climbs back up onto the second rope and crushes him with a second splash.] Unforgiven: GIVE UP!!!! Rayne: *cough, cough weeze* NOOO!!! [Unforgiven picks Rayne up and smashes the mic into his head.] __THWACK__ Unforgiven: GIVE UP! Rayne: NO! [He cracks him in the head again.] __THWACK__ Unforgiven: GIVE UP! Rayne: NO! [He delivers another three shots with the mic.] __THWACK__ __THWACK__ __THWACK__ Unforgiven: GIVE UP RAYNE!!! Rayne: NOOOOOO!!!! [Unforgiven drops the mic and scoops Rayne up, slamming him to the mat. He walks to the corner again and this time leaps off with his insane moonsault from the second turnbuckle ...] __THUD__ Justin Hellock - RAYNE MOVED! [Security has finally cleared the ringside area from Shaken Not Stirred, Brittany Fox, The Black Widow and Metal 'n' Mayhem. Rayne is on his feet with chair in hand as Unforgiven crawls back up.] Mike Weathers - Rayne is bleeding from those shots with the mic, but he's still coming back for more! [Rayne charges Unforgiven, smashing the chair over his head. Unforgiven hits the mat like a ton of bricks.] Justin Hellock - HUGE CHAIRSHOT FROM RAYNE! [Rayne unfolds the chair in the center of the ring. He pulls Unforgiven up and whips him across the ring. Unforgiven comes back and Rayne drop toe holds him right onto the chair. Rayne runs to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle waiting for the monster to get back onto its feet.] Mike Weathers - Rayne is about to go airborne! [Rayne dives off the turnbuckle as Unforgiven reaches his feet and spins around. Rayne drives him from his feet with a huge flying lariat.] Justin Hellock - SUPER ACID RAYNE! [WEAPONS POP!] [Rayne rolls out of the ring and drags a ladder and table out from underneath, sliding both into the ring. He follows them in.] Mike Weathers - Rayne is finding all the toys he can get his hands on! [Rayne starts setting the table up, but sees Unforgiven getting back to his feet. He climbs up the ropes again quickly and leaps off again.] Justin Hellock - ANOTHER SUPER ACID RAYNE!! [SHOCK~!] Mike Weathers - NOO!!! [Unforgiven catches him in mid-air and snaps him down onto the unfolded chair with a sidewalk slam, crushing the chair like a pop can.] Justin Hellock - OH MY GOD! [Unforgiven picks up the ladder and sets it in the corner. He drags Rayne over to it and open up the ladder, stuffing Rayne inside of it.] Mike Weathers - This is bad, this is VERY VERY BAD! [Unforgiven then picks up the table and lays it against the ladder. He walks across the ring and then charges back towards the corner.] Justin Hellock - OH DEAR GOD!! [He splashes the table, crunching it as inside the ladder, Rayne is crunched himself. Unforgiven throws the broken table aside and drags Rayne out from inside the ladder. Rayne is bleeding profusely from the head.] Mike Weathers - This is a massacre! [Unforgiven grabs Rayne by the hair and drags him to the ropes, tossing him over and to the floor. Meanwhile, at ringside, we can see Rayne's sister Stacy and his mother, Kathy sitting with his uncle, John Lexington. They all have very concerned looks on their faces.] Justin Hellock - Rayne's family is watching at ringside as he's getting destroyed here! [Unforgiven climbs out of the ring and digs underneath it, dragging out a long rope. He slides back in and begins tying it.] Mike Weathers - Rayne is catching his breath while Unforgiven is tying ... [We can see that the beast is tying a ...] [HEEL POP!] Justin Hellock - A NOOSE!? HE'S GONNA HANG RAYNE! [John Lexington stands up, almost in awe of what Unforgiven is about to do to his nephew.] Mike Weathers - It's a well-known fact that a wrestler hung Rayne's uncle to give him his initial neck injury, before Unforgiven put an end to his career! [Rayne climbs to his feet and slides into the ring as Unforgiven finishes the noose. He turns around to see Rayne and just drives a boot in the former World Champion's stomach. He throws the noose over Rayne's neck and picks him up by the throat. He carries Rayne to the ropes and throws him over them, holding onto the other end. Rayne's neck snaps as Unforgiven pulls back. Rayne clutches the noose with his hands as his legs kick a good two feet off of the ground.] [UBER-HEEL HEAT] Justin Hellock - HE'S HANGING HIM! GET SOME DAMN SECURITY DOWN HERE!! Mike Weathers - IT'S NO GOOD! Rayne and Unforgiven BOTH signed contracts saying this match could not be interrupted and no matter their actions they could not have legal action taken against them for it! [Rayne dangles, becoming closer and closer to breathless as the crowd erupts ...] [ULTRA OLD SCHOOL POP] Justin Hellock - NO WAY! [John Lexington leaps the guard rail and slides into the ring.] Mike Weathers - JOHN LEXINGTON, RAYNE'S UNCLE, THE MAN FORMERLY KNOWN AS ARCHANGEL HAS JUST STEPPED INTO THE RING! [Lexington charges Unforgiven and his 6'7", 255 pounds frame scoops the big man up onto his shoulders and dumps him over the top rope.] Justin Hellock - LEXINGTON JUST DUMPED UNFORGIVEN! [Rayne collapses to the ground, out cold from the hanging. John slides out of the ring to check on his nephew.] Mike Weathers - Rayne could be seriously injured here! He's had damage to that neck through current World Champion Red Dragon at the last WfWA Pay-Per- View and this could be it! [MOSTER HEEL POP!] [As John is checking on Rayne, Unforgiven lurks up behind him.] Justin Hellock - UNFORGIVEN IS BACK UP! [The look of insanity in Unforgiven's eyes is frightening as Lexington turns to see him. A look of unrivalled fear crosses John's face as Unforgiven quickly catches him by the throat. He hoists the man formerly known as Archangel into the air and runs ...] Mike Weathers - OH GOD! __CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHH__ [Unforgiven leaps into the air and drills John Lexington through one of the tables left up by Rex & Ballistic.] Justin Hellock - RUNNING CHOKE SLAM!!! HE JUST GAVE JOHN LEXINGTON THE RUNNING CHOKE SLAM THROUGH THAT TABLE!! [The crowd is deafening with boos as drinks and debris hit the ring. Unforgiven drags Lexington out of the pile of splintered wood and rolls him into the ring, the same insane look on his face. He throws a chair in the ring and enters himself, kicking it into the place in the corner.] Mike Weathers - GET UP RAYNE!!! GET UP!!! [Unforgiven drags the unconscious Lexington to the corner and climbs onto the second rope. He lifts John up and suddenly ...] ____THUUUUUUUUUUUD____ Justin Hellock - OH GOD NOOOOOOOO! [Screams come from the crowd as Unforgiven leaps off the second turnbuckle with a Super Ganso Bomb, DESTROYING John Lexington onto the chair. We cut to ringside where Kathy and Stacy Anderson are both crying their eyes out. He lies motionless in a ball on the canvas.] Mike Weathers - Oh my God...I... [Unforgiven picks the microphone off of the mat and rolls out of the ring, grabbing Rayne.] Unforgiven: RAYNE!!! WAKE UP RAYNE!!! [Rayne's eyes are rolling in his head as he's rolled back into the ring. Unforgiven drags him to the body of his uncle and mentor.] Unforgiven: YOU SEE THAT, RAYNE!? DO YOU SEE YOUR HERO!? HE'S DONE!!! GIVE UP RAYNE! GIVE UP BEFORE I DO THIS TO YOUR FATHER, YOUR MOTHER, YOUR SISTER AND YOUR WORTHLESS WHORE OF A GIRLFRIEND!!! GIVE UP RAYNE!!! [Rayne's eyes open as he sees his uncle broken on the mat. EMT's rush to the ring followed by security.] Unforgiven: GIVE UP RAYNE! ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SUBMIT! [Unforgiven drops Rayne as he looks in terror at his uncle in the ring. Unforgiven tosses security guards out of the ring as they try to restrain him. Finally, the look of terror on Rayne's face turns to one of rage.] Justin Hellock - RAYNE IS LIVID!!! [Rayne slides out of the ring and grabs a chair. He rushes back into the ring as Unforgiven kicks the chair right into his face.] Unforgiven: YOU CAN'T WIN THIS RAYNE! YOU CAN'T! GIVE IT UP! [Rayne clutches his face.] Unforgiven: I'll give you a count down from FIVE to give yourself for those you love before I start taking away more of them! [Stacy, Kathy and out of nowhere, Robert Anderson are all surrounding John Lexington as E.M.T.s put him on a stretcher.] Unforgiven: GIVE YOURSELF RAYNE BEFORE I START TAKING THEM! [He points the mic at Rayne.] Rayne: FUCK YOU!!! Unforgiven: This isn't Burger King, BOY, you can't have it YOUR WAY!!! [He grabs Rayne by the throat, pulls him up and choke slams him to the mat.] __WHAM__ Unforgiven: ONE! GIVE UP! Rayne: NOOO! [Unforgiven grabs him again and delivers a second choke slam.] __WHAM__ Unforgiven: TWO!!! GIVE UP NOW!? Rayne: BLOW ME YOU SICK FUCK!!! [Rayne pulls him up and here comes the third choke slam.] __WHAM__ Unforgiven: THREE!! TIME IS RUNNING OUT!!! Rayne: FUCK YOU!!! [Sure enough, here comes number four.] __WHAM__ Unforgiven: ONE LEFT TO GO! YOU SURE YOU'RE NOT READY YET!? Rayne: FUCK OFF!! Unforgiven: It's your choice ... [Unforgiven reaches his massive hand down the fifth time as Rayne reaches out and grabs a leg from the broken chair he was put through earlier. Rayne thrusts the leg right into Unforgiven's left hand as it comes through the other side.] [BLOODLUST POP!] Unforgiven: AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! [Unforgiven drops the mic.] Mike Weathers - RAYNE JUST DROVE THAT CHAIR LEG THROUGH UNFORGIVEN'S HAND!!!! [Rayne twists the leg, making Unforgiven drop to one knee. He picks up another piece of the broken chair, the back of it, and starts wailing on Unforgiven.] __CRACK__ __CRACK__ __CRACK__ __CRACK__ __CRACK__ Justin Hellock - RAYNE HAS LOST IT!!! [Rayne let's go of both and scoops up the one decent chair left in the ring. Security guards charge him and he pelts them down.] __CRACK__ Mike Weathers - RAYNE IS TAKING OUT THE SECURTIY GUARDS! __CRACK__ Justin Hellock - He has lost his mind! __CRACK__ [The Anderson Family and the EMTS leave the arena as John Lexington is carried out on a stretcher. Inside the ring, the battle continues as Rayne has cleared all the security guards.] Mike Weathers - THIS IS A SICK MATCH! [Rayne cracks the chair over Unforgiven's head again as he tries to get up.] __CRACK__ [He climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off, spinning in mid-air with the chair.] Justin Hellock - DOWN POUR!!! [Rayne connects with the Phoenix Splash using the chair, right onto Unforgiven. The big man coughs, as blood gushes from his hand. Rayne gets back up and grabs the chunk of metal in his hand, twisting it as he drags him to the corner.] Mike Weathers - Rayne has this match all to himself now! [Rayne climbs the turnbuckle and hooks Unforgiven's head from behind. He leaps off, spinning in mid-air and drives him to the mat.] Justin Hellock - SUPER SPINNING RAYNE FALL!!! [Rayne hooks Unforgiven's legs and turns him over into a Scorpion Deathlock. He lifts his leg onto the second turnbuckle to elevate the hold as the ref holds the mic to Unforgiven's face.] Unforgiven: AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!! [Rayne holds the legs with one hand and reaches back, grabbing the chair leg in Unforgiven's hand. He twists it as he leans back, pouring the pressure onto Unforgiven's spine.] [ULTRA SICKO POP!] Unforgiven: AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! Mike Weathers - HE WON'T GIVE UP WITH THE DAMN CHAIR LEG IN HIS HAND!!! Unforgiven: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! [We get a brutal close up on the hand of Unforgiven as Rayne yanks back on the huge splinter of wood that just out of it. The hand is surrounded by a pool of crimson..] [WILL HE WONT HE ANTICIPATION!] Unforgiven: AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAHHH!!! AAAHHH!!!!! IIIIII QUIIIIIITT!!!!! [DING DING DING] [The bell rings as the crowd blows the roof off of the arena. Rayne continues to pour on the punishment, refusing to release the hold.] Justin Hellock - After all the pain Unforgiven has inflicted on Rayne and his family, it's coming back ten fold on him...Rayne is out to literally rip his hand off and break him in two. Rayne has totally lost control, all the emotion and hatred has boiled up to this, this...this bloodbath. Mike Weathers - MAKE HIM SUFFER!!! Justin Hellock - That sick son of a...YEAH! [Rayne continues holding the move on. More security hits the ring as we see the blood Rayne has lost has turned his white shirt completely red. They finally get him to release the hold as they jump Unforgiven, handcuffing him.] Mike Weathers - Security is hand-cuffing Unforgiven! Why!? [SECURITY POP!] Justin Hellock - HE ATTACKED THEM! Mike Weathers - SO DID RAYNE! Justin Hellock - Oh yeah...good point... Mike Weathers - I don't know what this means, but I'm sure we'll find out soon enough! [Rayne awkwardly rolls out of the ring and raises a blood soaked arm to the fans. He grasps at his ribs and stomach before dropping down to his knees at ringside as 'Dies Irae' hits the arena to a EARTH SHATTERING ULTRA HUGE pop.] Justin Hellock - Rayne has given more than I even thought was possible, Unforgiven beat him to hell and back but somehow, somehow he came through. Mike Weathers - He won this battle but something tells me that the war has yet to be decided, Unforgiven can't let that go...surely? Justin Hellock - Nobody could ever forget that... [Rayne is lifted to his feet by The Black Widow who has rushed down towards him, he rests one of his mammoth arms across her slender in comparison shoulders. They share a look and some words before struggling to the back as the ringside carnage continues.] Justin Hellock - I...well, I think we're going to have to take a break or something... Mike Weathers - We got anything to sho- ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== The Man Who Has Done It All # On a Rope, On a Rope # Got me hanging on a rope. [As Rocket from a Crypt's 'One a Rope' starts to play the image fades up to see Red Dragon in Action.] [Red Dragon drags Red Wolf back to his feet, whips him to the ropes and takes him down with a Big Boot to the face as he comes back off the ropes.] [The Nightbringer is back on his feet, Red shoves the referee away. Red Dragon grabs Corey's hair and leaps up on the top rope before springing off with a deadly Arabian Face Crusher.] [Red Wolf has Mitsuya Li locked in the Urufu Rack the referee lifts Li's limp arm once more, just as he is about to release it Red Dragon delivers a kick to the gut of Red Wolf. Urufu drops Li to the canvas, Red Dragon with a spear through the ropes takes Red Wolf to the outside.] [Images of the crowd popping wildly with the arena bathed in Green and Red, a brilliant set of pyro's explode out of the entrance ramp before Red Dragon walks through them charging to the ring.] [Red Dragon lifts Rayne back to his feet, executes a Snap Suplex, rolls back up charges toward the rope hit's the bottom rope and a Springboard Asai Moonsault landing perfectly on the chest of Rayne, hooking the leg.] [The music dies out.] Adored by Millions UNTIL [Oruku Saki, Mitsuya Li, Red Dragon and Urufu are stood in the ring, as something incredible happens. Red Dragon taps Saki on the shoulder. The ring legend turns around...] [...only to be nailed by a Dragon's Bane!! The popping crowd go silent. Red Wolf and Mitsuya Li look on in confusion...] Luke Gallagher - WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!! RED JUST NAILED OROKU SAKI WITH A DRAGON'S BANE!!!!!!! Ed Foo Jung - I...don't know... [After staring at his mentor lying unconscious on the floor, Red Dragon looks Li in the eyes and nods. The Crocodile gets up, boots Red Wolf in the gut and hits him with the False Tears Faceslam!!] Luke Gallagher - OH MY GOD!!! # On a Rope, On a Rope # Got me hanging on a rope. [The music kicks in again.] SICK! [Mercilessly Red Dragon lifts Ryan Corey to his feet and slings him into the ringside barrier. Dragon grabs the Singapore Kane again and begins driving it over and over into the back of The Nightbringer.] [Close up of Red Dragons face, hands held out in front of him before he pretends to snap an imaginary twig between his hands.] [Red Dragon bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow across the chest of Rayne, gets back to his feet and grabs Rayne's legs dragging him to the centre of the ring. Red Dragon applies a figure four-leg lock and Rayne's face shows the anguish.] HEARTLESS [Red is quickly back up and lays a coupe of boot's into the midsection of Rowell, he takes a leap over him hit's the bottom rope and springboards for a Asai Moonsault onto the chest of Rowell. Red kneels up and starts laying mouted punches into the head of the Boston Blockbuster.] [Red Dragon slides in as Rayne starts to get up, Rayne with several shots to the head of Red Dragon, but Red Dragon stops the momentum with a rake to the eye's, a kick to the gut and a Jumping Swinging DDT.] [Dragon drags Rowell back to his feet as he gets back up himself, irish whip by Dragon sends Rowell into the ropes, Rowell back off the ropes, Dragon ducks and sends Rowell high in the air with a Back Body Drop.] DEMENTED! [Red Dragon prop's Jon Mourton up on the top turnbuckle, follows him up standingon the middle and arches backwards hitting a Top Rope German Suplex.] [Red Dragon slides to the outside holding a Singapore Cane Rowell still trying to get back up.] __Whoosh__ __Whack__ __Whoosh__ __Whack__ __Whoosh__ __Whack__ __Whoosh__ __Whack__ __Whoosh__ __Whack__ [Singapore Cane across the back of Rowell, 5 times.] [Red Dragon perched high of the top rope, holding a chair to his chest Somersaults backwards hitting the Flight of the Dragon on Kong through chair.] [Dragon's Bane on Rayne.] [Dragon's Bane on Mitsuya Li.] [Dragon's Bane on Dark Wolf.] [Dragon's Bane on Matt McClain.] [Dragon's Bane on Brittany Fox.] [Dragon's Bane on The Urufu.] UNSTOPPABLE? [Singapore Cane to the head of Ryan Matthews.] [Singapore Cane to the head of Ryan Corey.] [Red Dragon on top of the ladder reaching a grabbing the WfWA World Heavyweight title.] R-E-D F*ckin Guarantee [Another close up of Red Dragon's face, sick twisted smile and the Twig Snapping Gesture.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [The booming video package for Red Dragon is met with a cataclysmic chorus of jeering from the fans who have a long history of hate towards the champion, 3 months a champion, 3 months a figure of hate. The reception is nothing short of what we would expect.] Mike Weathers - Um...we've got the NGW...[into his mic] What? Um...Ok, we've got something going on backstage...bear with us folks. ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [The scene is the Birdz locker room. Wendy and Twister are both leaning against the wall, concentrating and calming themselves down. Finally Wendy stands up.] Wendy - I have to go get a drink. I'll be right back. [Both Dan and Twister nod, and Wendy gets up and leaves. They sit quietly for a moment's notice. The scene cuts to the outside, where Wendy is fastening a padlock to the door, locking Dan and Twister inside. She turns to a stage hand, and hands him the key.] Wendy - Let them out if only there is an emergency. I can't let them do something foolish, okay? Stagehand - Yes ma'am. [Wendy looks back at the door.] Wendy - Sorry hon. But I have to do this on my own. [Wendy walks towards the ring.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [We pan around the ring which is still being mopped up and cleaned by the technicians and ring crew, all in special limited edition black and gold 'SG3 Staff' T-shirts.] Mike Weathers - Did she just lock Pollaski and Twister in that room? [The question goes unanswered.] Justin Hellock - As you can see the ring is still being straightened out after that hellacious opening match, Mike...do we have any news about the condition of those two guys or even the status of Unforgiven who we saw getting taken away in handcuffs by our security team? Mike Weathers - I tell ya' I don't think I have ever seen a match that fuelled by hatred in my life. Word from the back suggests that Rayne, although beaten and bloodied has vowed to turn out for Team EWC. Justin Hellock - He's crazy, he won't be any good to anybody in that state. Mike Weathers - This is Summer Games Justin, you don't get any bigger than this, that's why Rayne will line up for his team and represent England right here tonight. Justin Hellock - And another of the guys involved, Matt Saunders had this to say earlier today...Saunders of course lining up against NeWA for not just Silver State Wrestling out of Nevada...but for every single guy in the WfWA! Mike Weathers - And when you come back, I think we'll be ready to see that Womens Title match! ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [Taped earlier in the day flashes across the video wall.] [The camera surveys the area that surrounds us. We see a steel-folding chair sitting in the middle of a dimly lit room. A figure walks over and sits down on the chair. We recognize him as Matt 'Showtime' Saunders. A BIGTIME cheer comes up from all the fans. He sits and his eyes are focused in on the camera ahead.] [He speaks.] "The time for talking is over. Summer Games has been hyped for too long, and frankly I'm all hyped out." [Pause.] "The time for me to make some realizations about myself and my career is right now. There is no turning back for me. I made alot of brash statements once I heard that the SSW's match was against the NeWA. I made statements that I can't take back now." "All that there is left for me to do, is to go out there and give it my best. If my best isn't enough, then so be it. I will be the first one to take my foot out of my mouth and admit I was wrong." [Drama is building.] "However, that is neither here, nor there. Everyone has talked and talked. Mind games have been played, and bodies have been left battered and broken. All of that for what lies ahead for me. The possibility of becoming the winner of Summer Games this year. Is it all worth it?" "The prestige alone of calling myself the winner of this event is something that I will never forget, or take for granted. I've come to crossroads where I need to step up and push on, or remain a man who was always built around his potential." "My potential is going to be realized tonight.....I can just feel it." [His tone is serious.] "I know the rest of you can feel it too. It's an aura that you can't mistake. The name of Matt Saunders will be made tonight in one way or another. I will forever be a man of hard work." "Now is just the time to see where all of my hard work can take me." "Bow down, or get thrown down." "Chew on that sh!t" [Saunders glares deeply into the lens.] [Fade back to the arena.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= Justin Hellock - Strong words from Matt Saunders, he is brimming with confidence though and...well, if he can survive that match against the NeWA he has a great shot at this. [The ring is all but cleared, the fans have started up a mixture of "SHOWTIME" and "SSW" chants.] Mike Weathers - IF...that's the key word. Never before has one match meant as much as the one he is involved in, the WfWA invited the NeWA to compete...I have no idea behind the reasoning, maybe to improve strained relations, maybe to offer out a challenge...whatever...but Black Zack Andrews and his NeWA team have caused chaos ever since they accepted that invite. Justin Hellock - I think that maybe Saunders is speaking as a condemned man...what chance does SSW have against a whole alliance of stars, Ken Jansen...I tell ya', that guy looks like he'd eat babies if he got peckish. [A quick graphic comes up on the screen hyping SSW vs NeWA with a run down of the team members. SSW ERIC DANE MATT SAUNDERS RICKY TAVERNA JAX As it flashes up on the screen all 4 names get a HUGE pop, the biggest reception though goes to Eric Dane.] Mike Weathers - But, of all the regions SSW has that quality about it that just makes me believe, with 'The Only Star' leading them into the ring, well, this thing is far from cut and dried. Justin Hellock - Looks like we're all but ready for our next match Mike, the ring has been doused down and most of that...well...blood has been mopped up, the ringside area is clear as well. Mike Weathers - I think the legacy of that match will remain though, even if the signs of it have been cleared up. Justin Hellock - Wait a second...I'm hearing that the WfWA Champion is just coming in to the arena! ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [We cut to the parking lot, where we hear a motorcycle roar in the distance. It gradually gets closer and we eventually see a black Harley roll into view. It comes to a halt and the driver takes his helmet off - Red Dragon is underneath.] [The crowd goes wild with booing as he takes his WFWA World Heavyweight Title from the storage area at the back of the bike.] [WWW interviewer Sam Sim comes rushing up with a microphone.] Sam Sim - Sir! Sir! Could we get a word or two? Red Dragon - I've said all that needs to be said. You should have watched my promos. Sam Sim - Uhh...how confident are you about the match tonight? Red Dragon - Very. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a victory to prepare for. [Without another word, Red disappears backstage with his title, leaving a very confused and under-whelmed reporter behind.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= Mike Weathers - Red Dragon has said all he has to say, I guess he is going to stamp an exclamation point on that in the awesome 4 Way Last Man Standing match we have coming up. Justin Hellock - You know...that match is going to be INSANE! Mike Weathers - All 4 guys have beef, all 4 guys want the title...I can't even begin to say how much I am hyped up for that! Justin Hellock - Yup...now for the cat fight! Mike Weathers - Easy there. I don't think we're going to be watching too much hair pulling or clothes ripping from these two. I think its more going to be just a great wrestling match. Justin Hellock - True. And man, these two broads HATE each other! Think we'll be seeing any hand squishing goodness in this Mike? Mike Weathers - I don't know about that, but Wendy's friends, mainly Pollaski, sure have carried a nice little war with Fox throughout the night. First, Fox brings the dog to crap in the Birdz locker room... Justin Hellock - Then that Pollaski jerk shaves Fox's poor dog bald, save for some rather nasty letters! Mike Weathers - Well...fortunately for Fox, Briese has just locked her boyfriend and manager in their locker room, so I don't think Fox has to worry about Dan trying something stupid. Lets get going! [Greg Fogleman steps back up into the ring, making sure he doesn't step in the blood soaked stains on the canvas. This time, he unerringly blasts out the introductions.] Greg Fogleman: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, AND IT IS FOR THE NGWA WOMENS CHAMPIONSHIP! INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM LOS FRESNOS, TEXAS, AND REPRESENTING THE EWC. WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDERED AND TEN POUNDS, SHE IS ONE HALF OF THE EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITAAAAAAAAANY FOX! Mike Weathers - Fox, a former WfWA Cruiserweight Champion of course coming to the ring now to try and add another title to her... Justin Hellock - Big Book Of Titles? [The lights die as "I Love Myself Today" by Bif Naked starts playing throughout the arena...An explosion of pyro and sparks goes off at the entranceway and then the challenger to Wendy Briese's NGWA Women's title appears. Accompanied by her Pitbull Daisy, now-shaved save for the "Fox Sux" message, Brittany Fox makes her way to the ring wearing dark brown, leather pants, black cowgirl boots, a black T-shirt with the sleeves cut-off that reads "Unforgiven's Army", and around her waist is her EWC Tag Team Championship belt. Her blonde hair is tied into two braids and her fists are taped. The dog is dangerously loose, Fox does not have a leash on him. Instead the dog walks beside her with just a spiked collar.] Mike Weathers - She's already been out tonight as part of Unforgiven's entourage, she exchanged blows with Black Widow earlier on. [When Fox gets to the ring, she hops up onto the apron and quickly climbs to the second-turnbuckle, raising her arms into the air and looking out into the crowd. They respond with a chorus of boos. She then gives the crowd the "Up Yours" single with her arm before hopping onto the top-turnbuckle and doing a somersault off of it and into the ring, landing on her feet. Daisy the Pitbull roams the ringside area, sniffing and barking at overzealous fans.] Mike Weathers - Well, there is the challenger, the always beautiful but equally deadly Brittany Fox. Her attitude sure has taken a turn for the worse in the past few weeks. Justin Hellock - Fox is the only one of these two who has the guts to do what it takes to get the job done. Mike Weathers - Right... Greg Fogleman: AND HER OPPONENT, FROM INDIANAPOLIS INDIANA, AND REPRESENTING THE NGWA, WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDERED AND THIRTY FIVE POUNDS! SHE IS A FORMER HALF OF THE WfWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, AND THE CURRENT NGWA WOMEN'S CHAMPION...WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENDYYYYYYYY BRIESE! Justin Hellock - Hear that? Former Tag Team Champions. Ulfric And Lennox own those titles now after one of the dandiest Tag Team matches I've ever seen at the Beach Bash. [The lights go out, and the crowd cheers, as the slow orchestral opening to 'The Tragic Prince' is heard. About 15 seconds in...] [BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM] [FWOOOSH] [FWOOOSH] [FWOOOSH] [Green and gold pyros explode on stage, and green strobe lights cut through the billowing fog. However, instead of the usual music, the song switches into "Downfall" by Trust Company.] # Fear in me so deep it gets the best of me, # In the fear I fall, here it comes face to face with me, # Here I stand hold back so no one can see, # I feel these wounds, step down, step down, [The crowd ERUPTS as Wendy Briese steps out onstage. Like at the Beach Bash, she is wearing a race suit, much like Twisters, that has been heavily modified, the most obvious change being that it is sleeveless. Wendy stands on stage for a minute, holding her titles and admiring the crowd. ] # [am I] Breaking Down # Can I break away # Push me away, make me fall, # Just to see, another side of me, # Push me away, you can see, # what I see, the other side of me. [Wendy starts to head to the ring, giving high fives to the crowd. She rolls into the ring, and hands her belts over to the ref. She turns around, and climbs up one of the turnbuckles, giving a salute to the crowd, who cheers back for her.] # Fall back on me, and I'll be the strength I need, # to save me now, just come face to face with me, # stay in place you'll be the first to see, me heal these wounds, # step down, step down, step down, down [Wendy hops down, and turns to Fox to start the match] Justin Hellock - Burn baby burn! [DING DING DING!] Mike Weathers - You gotta question the physical condition of Wendy after that brutal tag match just a couple of days ago and of course, how will she fair without Terence and Dan at ringside, especially if Fox has some back up waiting in the wings...I wouldn't put that past her by the way. [The match begins, and Wendy walks up to Brittany offering her a handshake.] Mike Weathers - Wendy trying to be a good sport here... [Brit stalls for a second, before winding up, and nailing her with a huge punch, dropping Briese to the canvas to a crescendo of boo's.] Justin Hellock - HA! Good sportsmanship sure got her far there... [Wendy climbs back to her feet, but again, Brittany launches a huge punch, sending Wendy down.] Mike Weathers - Well, Definitely a cheap but effective start for Fox here. [Again, Wendy gets back to her feet, but this time, Brit dropkicks her in the face.] Justin Hellock - Wow...this should be a quick match. [Wendy stumbles back into the ropes, bounces off, and Brittany hits an armdrag to take Wendy down.] Mike Weathers - Brit just tearing into the Women's champ to start out. [Wendy, a lot more slowly gets to her feet, but a knee from Brit sends her back down, and Wendy slides under the ropes out onto the apron.] Justin Hellock - Well, that was a great start by the so called Champion... [Wendy gets to her feet, jumps up on the ropes, and catapults herself with a springboard dropkick at Fox...] Mike Weathers - Briese back into this! [...who merely moves out of the way, and Wendy hits the canvas hard.] Justin Hellock - Yeah...great move by Wendy. Real effective. [Brittany picks up Wendy, and hits a dropkick.] Mike Weathers - Wendy is trying, but she just can't seem to be figuring out Fox here.. __AAAAAHHHH__ [She then heads to the turnbuckle, and flies off with a frogsplash...] Justin Hellock - THIS COULD PUT WENDY AWAY! __OOOOOOOOF__ [...but Wendy moves out of the way!] Mike Weathers - No! She moved! [Both women get to their feet, and Wendy rushes Fox, who ducks down and hits a back body, sending Wendy flying through the air, landing hard on the canvas.] Justin Hellock - Fox sends Briese airmail! [Fox covers.] MIKE WEATHERS - First pin attempt of the match here! ONE! KICKOUT! Justin Hellock - Wendy can take a lot more than that. Good thing Fox can give it out. [Brit grabs Briese and puts her on her feet, before bringing her back down with a nice DDT.] Mike Weathers - Wendy still have yet to land an offensive manoeuvre here.. [Fox, now smiling broadly, gets Wendy to her feet, whips her...] Justin Hellock - Briese is screwed... [...but Wendy hits the ropes, jumps on them, flies back at Fox, wrapping around her, and rolling her up!] [PINFALL POP!] Mike Weathers - SPRINGBOARD CRUCIFIX! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Justin Hellock - Wendy coming back with one of her many springboard manoeuvres. [Wendy rolls to her feet, this time running to a corner.] Mike Weathers - Looks like she's going for another one! [She leaps to the right, hitting the second rope, then across the corner, jumping on the top rope, and flying back at Fox, taking her down with a crossbody!] Justin Hellock - A double springboard crossbody! [Briese grabs Fox's arm, and puts her in an armbar, but Fox powers out of it.] Mike Weathers - Wendy trying to gain the advantage here, but Fox isn't hearing any of it. [Both women get to their feet, and Fox charges at Briese, who ducks the clothesline, and counters with a jumping side kick at Fox, who blocks it, and tries a cartwheel kick...] Justin Hellock - Neither woman can land a move here... [...but Briese moves out of the way, and tries for a bulldog!] [POP!] Mike Weathers - Briese finally connects with a bulldog! [...but Fox ducks and Briese flies over her, landing on her butt, but she gets immediately back to her feet.] Justin Hellock - No! Fox ducks it! [Fox launches a front kick at Wendy, but Wendy catches it.] Mike Weathers - It's just been move after move here between those women... [Fox tries for an Enziguri, but Wendy ducks, and Fox goes down.] Justin Hellock - Fox missing there... [SUBMISSION POP] [Wendy tries for a Figure Four Leglock, but Fox kicks her away before she can apply the hold, Wendy stumbles back into the ropes, and bounces off, only to have Fox hit a Back Body Drop!] Mike Weathers - No! Wendy is going to come out the worse from this... [FACE POP!] [But Wendy flips over, landing on her feet.] Justin Hellock - She landed on her feet! [APPRECIATION CHEERS] [Both women turn around, and the crowd bursts into applause over the awesome move countermove exchange.] Mike Weathers - What a great exchange. [Both women lock up, and Fox gets Wendy in an armlock.] Justin Hellock - How can you like that...no one connected... [Wendy flips over though, relieving the pressure, and turns it into an armdrag.] [WOWZA!] Mike Weathers - It still was an awesome display of athleticism by both women, and its these two still continue to give their all. [Fox pops right back up, and clotheslines Wendy.] Justin Hellock - Seems to me that Fox is still killing Briese. [Wendy tries to get to her feet, but is kneed in the face by Brit.] Mike Weathers - That is true, Wendy Briese still has yet to get a clear advantage here. [Brit then picks Wendy up, and bounces her against the ropes.] Justin Hellock - Well, it's going to continue for now. Briese is getting the tar beaten out of her. [Again, Wendy springboards, this time with an elbow smach...] Mike Weathers - Wait! Coutner by Briese! [...but Fox sees it coming, moving out of the way.] Justin Hellock - Naw...that bitch is just too predictable! [Fox turns, and nails a heel kick to Wendys head, sending her down.] Mike Weathers - Fox does seem to have Wendy's springboard manoeuvres figured out. And by previous experience, that's Wendy's main weapon. [Fox then bends down to cover Wendy,] Justin Hellock - Shh! Don't say weapon and Wendy in the same sentence! She might get offended! [But Wendy rolls it up into a small package!] [POP!] Mike Weathers - Wendy reverses the pin! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Justin Hellock - Damn...Wendy nearly got lucky there, for the first time by all accounts. [Justin pops his cheek with his finger] [Wendy rolls to her feet, and hits a dropkick as Fox gets up.] Mike Weathers - Wendy trying to get something going for her here. Women's title is on the line. [Fox goes back down.] Justin Hellock - What's Wendy doing? [SUBMISSION POP!] [Wendy grabs Fox by the legs, crosses them, and puts Fox in the STF!] Mike Weathers - It's her STF! Wendy has taken quite a few people out with this move! [Fox screams in pain, and struggles trying to get out of Wendy's hold.] Justin Hellock - Fox is to cunning to let herself get taken out by this! __SMACK__ __SMACK__ [She punches behind her, popping Wendy in the side a few times, but Wendy keeps it on.] Mike Weathers - Briese absorbing those kidney shots, she's not letting go! [Fox reaches for the ropes, but she's too far away.] [WILL SHE WONT SHE POP!] Justin Hellock - Come on Brit! She can't take much more of this! [Once again Fox screams, but Wendy just keeps the hold on.] Mike Weathers - Wendy not letting go! But Fox won't tap either! Something has to give! [SHAKE OF THE HEAD] [STILL REFUSING] [The ref keeps asking her over and over if she wants to quit, but Fox declines.] Justin Hellock - The ref needs to get out of her face! No way in hell Fox is going to give up! [She reaches, then...] Mike Weathers - WHAT A CHEAP SHOT! [ULTRA NEGATIVE HEEL HEAT] [...reaches up and claws Wendy in the face.] Justin Hellock - Aww...poor Wendy may have a scarred face and be ugly! [Wendy releases the hold, more surprised than hurt, but holding her face.] Mike Weathers - You know that move could have taken out an eye or something. There's a reason why gouges are illegal. Justin Hellock - It's because this sport has lost its edge...you didn't see Unforgiven complaining about a freakin' eye gouge did you? Mike Weathers - Unforgiven had a chair through his hand Justin, he had other things to worry about. [Wendy looks at her hands, at least relieved to see she's not bleeding, as Brittany rolls out of the ring, clutching her back and her leg, still in pain from the STF.] Justin Hellock - Well, both women are taking a breather here... [Daisy comes running up to her, and starts licking her face.] Mike Weathers - That damn dog of Fox's is helping Brit back up. [Wendy, back in the ring, is slumped against the ropes, trying to regain strength, as the ref checks on her.] Justin Hellock - That Damn dog? Look at the poor thing. That jackass Pollaski turned it into his own anti-Fox advertisement! [Suddenly, Fox dives under the ring...] Mike Weathers - What is Fox doing now? [HARDCORE POP!] [...and emerges with a chair.] Justin Hellock - Oh yes! This just got good! Lets see her worrying about a gouge now! [Brit rolls into the ring, and Wendy gets back to her feet.] MIKE WEATHERS - Here we go! [EXPECTANT POP!] [Wendy starts towards Brit, but stops when she sees Fox with the chair.] Justin Hellock - Ha! Wendy doesn't know what to do now! Not everyone play's nice Wendy, Ulfric and Lennox showed you that when they took those nice shiny titles off of you. [Fox raises the chair, and Wendy raises her hands to block it...] Mike Weathers - Disqualification! [HEEL HEAT] __SMACK__ [Wendy manages to block the shot the best she can with her own hands, but she still is obviously in pain.] Justin Hellock - See...Fox knows what it takes to get the job done! [The ref goes to ring the bell for the disqualification, but Wendy grabs his arm.] Mike Weathers - Wait...hold on...what the hell is Briese doing? [Still in pain, she begs the ref to not ring the bell.] [WENDY POP!] Justin Hellock - You have got to be kidding me. That idiot goody goody is begging the ref to not disqualify Fox! [The ref looks at her like she's nuts, but finally, waves it off.] [REF POP!] Mike Weathers - I heard she thought she desperately needed a clean win...but that was just stupid. [UH-OH GROAN!] [Wendy turns around...] __SMACK__ Justin Hellock - OH! And Stupidity does NOT pay but it leaves a nasty mess! [...and is levelled by another chairshot from Fox.] Mike Weathers - Wendy just tried to keep Fox in this match, and Look how Fox repays her! [COME ON WENDY POP!] [Fox covers] Justin Hellock - Well, Briese just ensured that Fox can't get DQ'ed! She's dead! ONE! TWO! THRE..KICKOUT! Mike Weathers - Holy Fandango! Briese kicked out. [Fox looks a little surprised that Wendy is still in it.] Justin Hellock - Just delaying the inevitable it seems. [Fox rolls to her feet, grabbing the chair, as Wendy stumbles to her feet.] Mike Weathers - Fox here is going all out trying to win this. [Brit raises the chair...] [GROAN] __SMACK__ [POP!] Justin Hellock - She can't do that! [But Wendy hits a spinning heel kick, sending the chair back into Fox's face!] Mike Weathers - Briese not about to take a third chair shot from Fox here... [Brit stumbles back, and Wendy leaps over her going for a sunset flip, but Fox keeps her balance.] Justin Hellock - Well, that sunset flip worked. [Wendy tries to bring Fox down, but Fox steps off her, and hits a Backflip Splash to cover!] Mike Weathers - Fox covers...this could be it! ONE! TWO! [SILENCE!] KICKOUT! [SUPER WENDY POPPAGE!] Justin Hellock - Dammit! She kicked out again! [Fox now looks fairly frustrated, and she unloads a barrage of stomps into Wendy.] Mike Weathers - Wendy kicking out twice there, Fox can't keep her down! [Fox walks out, and slides out of the ring.] Justin Hellock - What's Fox doing now? [She slides under the ring, and begins digging around again.] Mike Weathers - I don't know, but this definitely isn't good. [BIGGER HARDCORE POP!] [She re-emerges with a ladder, and starts dragging it out.] Justin Hellock - Uh oh! Fox just took this match to new heights! Literally! [Brit struggles with the ladder for a bit, but she finally get it up into the ring.] MIKE WEATHERS - Dude...that was lame. [She slides back into the ring, and props the ladder up in the corner.] Justin Hellock - How can you joke about a ladder match. Someone could get seriously hurt here! [POP!] [Fox turns around, but Briese is there, and she lands a kick to the midsection.] Mike Weathers - Yeah... but last time I checked, this was a normal match! __SMAAASH__ [Wendy whips Fox, but Fox reverses it, and sends Briese crashing into the ladder!] Justin Hellock - Hey...Briese could have let the ref disqualify Brittany. Blame her sense of "fair play" for her about to get her ass kicked [UGH!] [Briese falls back out of the corner, and lies on her back, only to have the ladder fall back on her!] Mike Weathers - Indeed. But Briese is down now, and you have to think if she's regretting that decision. [Fox runs across the ring, leaping over the ladder, and hops on the turnbuckle.] Justin Hellock - Oh god, this is really going to hurt! [ASTONISHED POP!] [She flies off with a Moonsault...] __KAALANG__ [OHHHHHHH] [...nailing the ladder and squashing Briese, but also obviously hurting herself simultaneously] Mike Weathers - What a sick move by Fox! Putting her body on the line, and doing the job! [Brittany rolls back to her feet, and pulls Wendy out of the ladder.] Justin Hellock - Briese is on Dream Street right now! In fact she owns a penthouse along it! [Fox covers.] ONE! [COME ON WENDY CHEERS] TWO! KICKOUT! Mike Weathers - And Briese just keeps kicking out! [Wendy rolls to her feet, and Fox to hers.] Justin Hellock - She can't have much more left in her tank. __THUD__ [Fox punches at Briese, but Briese blocks it, and counters with an elbow.] Mike Weathers - Wait...hold on...Wendy is starting to fight back here! __THUD__ [Then another elbow.] Justin Hellock - Briese might have just gotten a second wind! [Fox charges at her but Briese hits a Drop Toe Hold sending her down.] [SUBMISSION POP!] Mike Weathers - Drop Toe Hold! She's gonna go for the STF! [Wendy starts to lock in the STF again, but Fox wriggles out of it, rolling back to her feet.] [DISSAPOINTED GROANS] Justin Hellock - Fox too quick to get into that again... [She grabs Wendy by the hair, and lands a vicious punch to her face.] Mike Weathers - Oh ouch! [Wendy stumbles back, but dodges the left hook Fox throws.] _SWING_ _THUD_ _SWING_ Justin Hellock - Fox connects with the First punch, but not the second... [Briese kicks Fox in the mid section ,then runs to the ropes.] Mike Weathers - Briese has been pretty unsuccessful with springboards so far, what's she going to do now? [Fox comes in after her, as Wendy bounces on the first rope, then the middle rope, then the top rope.] [ASTONISHED CHEERING!] Justin Hellock - Holy Monkey Nuts! [She flips over Fox's head, landing behind her.] Mike Weathers - What a move by Briese! [SHE GOT HER POP!] [She grabs Fox, and puts her in a Dragon Sleeper!] Justin Hellock - NO! [Wendy gets down on one knee in the proper Dragon Sleeper position, and a surprised Fox tries to work her way out of it.] Mike Weathers - Wendy may have just turned this match around! [She grabs for the ropes, which she is dangerously close to.] Justin Hellock - JUST GRAB THE DAMN ROPES! [But before she can reach them, Wendy starts to drag her away.] [THAT'LL TEACH YA' POP] Mike Weathers - NO! Wendy's pulled her away. [Fox's struggles become less and less. Finally, she stops moving.] Justin Hellock - Fox is out! Fox is out! [HOLY COW, A SLEEPER CAME OFF POP!] [The ref grabs Fox's arm, raising it...] [It Falls!] ONE! Mike Weathers - That's one! If the arm falls twice more, Wendy retains! [Again, ref raises her arm...] [It Falls!] TWO! Justin Hellock - One more left! [Once more, the ref raises Brit's hand...] [Fox keeps it up!] Mike Weathers - Fox is still in this! [NEARLY SIGHS] [Fox begins trying to power out of the hold, but Briese, although struggling, continues to keep it on.] Justin Hellock - Fox is struggling, fighting Wendy's holds, and Wendy is trying to keep it on. [Brit kicks out, trying to get her foot on the ropes, but again, Wendy won't let her get to it.] Mike Weathers - Brit's just a couple of inches too short of the ropes. She's in big trouble! [Finally, Fox, arches her back, rolls up her legs... and grabs Wendy in a Headscissors.] Justin Hellock - What the hell? Look at that! [Shocked, Wendy lets go, and Brittany takes her down in a heavily modified Headscissors Takedown.] [CRIKEY!] Mike Weathers - WHAT A MOVE BY BRITTANY FOX! [Briese, stunned, gets to her feet, and stumbles into the corner.] Justin Hellock - That's got Wendy confused, wondering what happened! [Brittany runs in, leaps up on Briese, and monkey tosses her, sending Wendy flying through the air...] [UH-OH GROAN] __CLANG__ [...and landing on the ladder.] Mike Weathers - OH Ouch! Wendy hitting that ladder hard! [Wendy clutches her back in pain, and rolls around.] Justin Hellock - Wendy just can't keep from smashing into that ladder! [HEEL HEAT!] [Brittany, smiling sadistically, walks over to her.] Mike Weathers - Uh oh...Fox looks up to something here... [Brit stomps on Wendy a few more times, before shoving her off the ladder, and opening it.] Justin Hellock - Oh this is going to hurt! [Brittany, grinning ear to ear, raises the part of the ladder she's holding, and places Wendy's arm inside.] Mike Weathers - No...not this! [HEEEEEL HEAT] [Then, with a laugh, she slams the ladder down...] __CLANG__ [Wendy screams in pain as the ladder crushes into her arm.] Justin Hellock - OH GOD! Listen to that impact! [Brittany just raises the ladder again, slamming it down...] __CLANG__ [Wendy again screams, and clutches for her shoulder, which is still in the ladder.] Mike Weathers - Jesus, Fox is sick! This could break Wendy's arm! [Brittany runs, and bounces off the ropes, hitting a Asai Moonsault...] [MOVE POP!] __CLAAAANG__ [Right onto the ladder.] Justin Hellock - And Fox sends all 110 pounds of her crashing into Briese! [Wendy finally gets her arm out of the ladder, and rolls around on the mat, cradling her arm in pain.] Mike Weathers - Jesus Fox is sadistic! She might have just broken Wendy's arm! [Fox walks over, and covers] ONE! Justin Hellock - New Champion coming right up! TWO! THREE! [KICKOUT POP] Mike Weathers - NO! NO! Briese got that injured shoulder up! [Again, Brit looks pretty flustered that Briese got the shoulder up.] Justin Hellock - How the hell does Wendy keep kicking out. That's like the fifth time I figured she was through. [She grabs Wendy, and puts her into an armwrench.] Mike Weathers - Well, Wendy always said she had the heart to get back up, but you have to think that even she is going to be running out of heart here... [HEEEEEL HEAT] [Wendy screams, but is close enough to grab the ropes.] Justin Hellock - Submission attempt by Fox broken up there.. [Fox gets Wendy to her feet, and grabs her by the hair, throwing her over the ropes.] Mike Weathers - And out Wendy goes over the ropes. [OVER THE TOP POP!] [Wendy lands hard on the outside, and lays still, holding her shoulder in obvious pain, while Daisy comes over, and begins barking at her.] Justin Hellock - And now Wendy is getting an earful from Daisy on the outside. [Meanwhile, back in the ring, Brittany is setting up the ladder.] Mike Weathers - Uh oh...Fox is going to do something big right here! [She gets it all set up, before turning around, where Wendy is grabbing on to the apron, trying to get up.] Justin Hellock - And this is where Fox wins. Briese won't do what it takes to keep Fox down. [Fox walks over, and grabs Briese by her bad arm, and with a fierce jerk, pulls her up into the ring.] Mike Weathers - Definitely true that Wendy is no where near as hardcore as Fox is, but this isn't exactly a hardcore match... [Brittany brings Wendy over to the ladder, and begins pushing her up, stopping every other rung or so for rest.] Justin Hellock - You tell that to Fox. She's hauling Briese all the way to the top! [ANTICIPATION POP!] [Finally, she gets to the top, and Sets Wendy up on the other side, setting her up for a monster Suplex.] Mike Weathers - Holy Baloney!...Brittany is about to Suplex Briese 12 feet off of a ladder! [HOLY HELL POPPING!] [But Wendy begins to fight back, and for a while, the two women exchange blows on top of the ladder.] Justin Hellock - Wendy's not going down so easily! [TOPPLING GROANS!] [Fox punches Wendy so hard, she nearly falls off, but Wendy merely steps down a rung, before climbing back up to the top.] Mike Weathers - Fox almost got her there! [Wendy ducks another punch from Fox, and shoves Brit away.] [TEETERING POP!] Justin Hellock - Whoah... Briese just pushed Fox! [Brit struggles to keep her balance, but fails, and she goes plummeting to the canvas 12 feet below.] __THUUUUUD__ Mike Weathers - HOLY COWPIE! Wendy Briese just pushed Brittany Fox 12 feet off the ladder! [Fox is down, barely moving, while on top of the ladder, Wendy is standing, looking pretty damn shocked at what she just did.] Justin Hellock - I don't believe what the hell Wendy just did! [The crowd, already in a frenzy, begins chanting, "jump" in unison.] Mike Weathers - I don't think Wendy believes what the hell she just did...and what's she doing now! [HUH!] [FACE POP O' DOOM!] [Wendy looks around, shrugs, and leaps off....] Justin Hellock - HOLY GOOSEBUMPS! [...with a 630 degree shooting star press...] [TAKE THAT! ANTICIPATING CHEERS!] ___WHHHHAAAAAAAAAAMMM___ [HUGE ASS POP!] [...nailing Brittany!] Mike Weathers - THE WHEEL OF INSANITY! GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY! I heard about this move...Wendy has only done it once before in her career! [Both women lie still for just a few moments, the fall hurting Briese as much as it did Fox.] Justin Hellock - Impressive...never knew Briese had it in her! [Finally, Wendy crawls back over to Brittany, and drapes the arm across her.] ONE! Mike Weathers - Both these women have got to be done! TWO! THREE! Justin Hellock - Wendy ret... [NOOOOO!] Justin Hellock - YES! DEAR GOD! FOX KICKED OUT! SHE KICKED OUT OF THAT! [Wendy, pounds the mat in frustration, before rolling to the edge of the ring, trying to get back to her feet.] Mike Weathers - I think Wendy thought she had her there! [On the other edge of the ring, Fox is also grabbing the ropes, trying to get to her feet.] Justin Hellock - I thought she had her there! [Fox actually gets up first, and rushes Wendy, double Axe-Handling her against the ropes.] Mike Weathers - Fox now with the clear advantage, as I think she's the most conscious out of either of these ladies. [DAMN THAT FOX HEAT!] [She then sets Briese up, and nails a DDT.] Justin Hellock - What can I say. Wendy was too stupid, and she let Fox turn the match into her type of match. Fox is clearly the better hardcore wrestler, and Briese is paying for that dearly. [Brittany then rolls out of the ring, heading towards the announcers table.] [GROANS!] Mike Weathers - What the hell is Fox up to now? [HELLOCK and WEATHERS dive out of the way, and Fox steals their chairs.] Justin Hellock - MY CHAIR! [She then tosses them back into the ring, sliding in herself.] Mike Weathers - If you want your chair back, go talk to her! [She sets one up, but Wendy comes rushing at her.] Justin Hellock - Naw...she can have it. Especially if it gets her the NGWA Women's Championship. __THWACK__ [Fox tosses the other chair at Wendy, and it nails her in the face, sending her back down.] Mike Weathers - And down goes Briese, Fox is definitely up to something here. [Fox then sets the chair up, so it faces the first.] Justin Hellock - I have no idea what's about to happen, but I bet its going to rock. [BET THIS WILL ROCK POP!] [Brittany grabs Wendy by the hair, and pulls her to her feet, before picking her up in a Bodyslam.] Mike Weathers - NOT ON THE CHAIRS! [She slams Wendy on both chairs, and the chairs buckle slightly, but don't collapse.] Justin Hellock - And Briese goes limp! Fox has it won now! [Brittany turns away from Briese, and heads for a turnbuckle.] Mike Weathers - She's going to the air! [THE END IS NIGH SILENCE] [But stops.] Justin Hellock - NO... [She sees the ladder, and starts heading to that instead.] Mike Weathers - Oh Jesus...you have got to be kidding me! [LADDER POP!] [She quickly climbs to the top, and looks out at the crowd.] Justin Hellock - Even I don't know about this...this could kill either Briese or Fox! [SUICIDE CHEERS] [With a scream of "YEEEEEEE-HAAAAAW!", Brittany launches herself into the air...] Mike Weathers - I don't think she cares...THERE SHE GOES! [POP POP POP...SHES A HEEL...JEERS JEERS JEERS] [...with a shooting star press... ] Justin Hellock - TEXAS TOAST! __CRUUUUUUNCH__ [OOOOOOOOOOOHHH] [Through the chairs, smashing them to smithereens.] Justin Hellock - DEAR GOD! Fox just smashed both the Chairs and Wendy Briese to jelly with what might be the sickest Texas Toast she has ever done! [Both women just lay there in a heap, the crowd chanting "Holy Shit!" as a result of the move.] Mike Weathers - Holy Shoehorn! Both women have got to be done for. [Fox, however, is the first one to move, and she crawls over to Wendy, making the cover.] Justin Hellock - It's over. ONE! TWO! MIKE WEATHERS - I think you're right. THREE! [GROANS!] Justin Hellock - And Brittany Fox is the new... [ULTRA MEGA POP OF AWESOME VOLUME!] Mike Weathers - SHOULDER UP! Justin Hellock - JESUS CHRIST! WILL THAT BROAD STAY DOWN! [Now its Fox's turn to be frustrated.] Mike Weathers - Briese kicked out again! Unbelievable! [Wendy rolls away from under her, and again, both women start trying to climb to their feet.] Justin Hellock - And once again, at least one of these ladies has to stumble to their feet for this to be over! [Again, Brittany Fox is up first, and she swings at Briese, but Wendy flattens herself down on the mat, and the blow flies over her.] Mike Weathers - Well, Brit is up, but Wendy is still on the mat! [Briese rolls to the side, avoiding a stomp by Brittany, backing away.] Justin Hellock - She can't roll around forever! What is she going to do, hit a Drop Toe Hold to win this? [Brit kicks out at her, but Briese snaps her head to the side, avoiding it.] Mike Weathers - Fox pressing the advantage here, but Wendy is doing a good job avoiding it so far! [Briese rolls away again, and Fox charges at her, but this time, Wendy moves to the side, nailing a Drop Toe Hold.] [DROP TOE HOLD INDIFFERENCE!] Justin Hellock - Holy Sugar And Spice! I called that! [Wendy gets to her knees, and begins setting up some submission.] [WHATS NEXT POP!] Mike Weathers - Wendy suddenly coming alive here! [Finally, after crossing the legs, and intertwining them in hers, Wendy grabs Fox's arms, and leans back, putting her in a Mexican Surfboard!] Justin Hellock - OH NO! Wendy has Fox locked in that Mexican Surfboard! [Fox begins screaming, and trying to get out of it, but Wendy has both her arms and legs too tight.] Mike Weathers - Wendy has that hold on almost textbook! Fox is going to be hard pressed to find a way out of this one! [Wendy tightens the hold, and Brittany Fox's screams become louder.] Justin Hellock - NO! She's survived two submissions by Wendy already! She's going to get out of this one! [WILL SHE WON'T SHE!] [Wendy grits her teeth as Fox tries to twist to knock her off balance, but Wendy manages to keep the hold on.] Mike Weathers - Fox is trying everything, but Wendy won't give it up! [IS THIS IT?] [Finally, Fox screams "I QUIT!"] Justin Hellock - Did she just... [The ref calls for the bell!] [DING DING DING] Mike Weathers - YES! FOX JUST QUIT! [SUPER-DE-DUPER POPPOPOP!] [The crowd ERUPT with a thunderous ovation for Wendy Briese immediately kicking into a heightening "WEN-DY" chant, the camera circles the ring before we cut to a slow motion replay of Briese saying the words!] Mike Weathers - WHAT A DARN MATCH! Justin Hellock - Meh...it was okay for a couple of chicks... Mike Weathers - Excuse me when I say...WASSUPWITDAT! I beg to differ. Both women were pushed to the physical limitations, and both should be proud. [Back in the ring, Wendy and Fox are both slowly getting to their feet, and the ref hands Wendy her title back. Wendy turns towards Fox, and extends her hand. Fox hesitates for a second, before taking it, and the two shake hands.] [HUGE-O SPORTSWOMANSHIP POP!] Justin Hellock - Well, there's a nice post match handshake. Wendy should be glad Fox bothered to sully her hands with her own. [Wendy, still on noodle legs, turns to the crowd, holding up the title. Behind her, Fox is picking up a chair...] Mike Weathers - NO! THE MATCH IS OVER DAMMIT! [Wendy turns around...] ___SMAAAAAACK___ [JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!] [...and Fox levels her with the chair.] Justin Hellock - I don't think Fox wants this to be over! [Brittany, pissed as all hell, gets Wendy to her feet, and drags her to the ropes. She begins tying Wendy up in them, as Briese struggles to get out.] Mike Weathers - NO! NO DEAR GOD NO! This match is over! Fox is just being a sore loser! [Brittany slides out of the ring, and grabs Daisy, bringing the shaven pit bull into the ring. The dog starts barking and snarling at Wendy, who begins screaming for the dog to get away.] Justin Hellock - Now this should be pretty entertaining. Here's hoping Daisy ain't rabid! [Fox just laughs. She then looks at the dog and yells "Daisy! Sic 'er!" and the dog immediately leaps at Briese, attacking her leg. Fox stands back and claps her hands, laughing hysterically while Daisy rips and tears at Briese's leg with her teeth while she screams in pain.] [UBER-HEEL HEAT!] Mike Weathers - OH COME ON! This has gone on too far! Wendy beat Fox fair and square, and now Fox has to have her goddamn dog fight! And there is nothing Wendy can do! This could end Wendy's career! [A few moments later, referees come running to the ring and, from the floor, untangle Briese and drag her out of the ring away from the dog's grasp.] Justin Hellock - Whoo! That was fun! Mike Weathers - That was sick. Fox is nothing but a sore losing bitch! [The refs help Wendy backstage, who's grimacing in pain as she stop on her left leg each time, but other than that, she's okay.] Justin Hellock - See! She's still under her own power. Mike Weathers - Fans...we're going to clear the ring of BOTH these rabid beasts, and we'll be right back for the Midwest Championship! ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [Scene cuts to the outside of the arena for a moment, where we find 'The Angel of Death' Azrael with one hand against the side of the building, holding himself up as he throws up on the ground, unaware that a few feet away, the silent jester of the WWW, Ulfric, watches him as he smokes. When Azrael is done, the silent one moves closer and places a hand on the shoulder of the young wrestler.] Ulfric - Don't worry about it, we've all felt the nervousness before, it'll pass in time, until then, go clean yourself up and get ready for you match, we'll see each other again...in the final round. Good luck, stay safe, those fans out there don't wanna see you fail, not really, but they'll never let you live it down if you fail without putting up enough of a fight, so don't disappoint them. [Azrael can only nod his thanks, still unsure of exactly who is taking the time to talk to him. Ulfric takes one last drag, then looks back towards the arena] Ulfric - There's one more thing you'll need to remember if you make it as far as I think you will. There will be men there in the end who WILL try to end your career for pride and an opportunity at a piece of gold. Don't let them ruin the promise you so obviously show, bail if you have to, there will be no dishonor in that. [As Azrael lefts his head to look at the man, and see if he understands fully what it is he is trying to say, Ulfric once again pulls a disappearing act, slipping into the smoke and fog, so all that is left for Azrael to see is the glowing ember of a cigarette upon the ground as we fade back to the arena.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [Scene fades to a rather plush looking locker room area. We focus on a mug with an INSTANT HEAT BRINGING Ed Foo Jung scribed across it, complete with Japanese Nippon symbol. The locker room door swings open and Kevin Cage tentatively steps through. He takes a look around before pulling a small white bottle out of his pocket and dumps some of the contents into the mug. Mike Weathers - Kevin Cage is in the locker room of Ed Foo Jung and I assume, Red Dragon as well! What the heck has he put into that cup? Is he trying to take Ed Foo Jung or the WfWA Champion out of the game before it even begins? Justin Hellock - Who knows! Either way Cage has scarpered from that room just in time because here comes the WfWA World Champion and of course, Ed Foo Jung. [Ed picks up the mug and swills his finger around the top before taking a gulp.] Ed Foo Jung - This doesn't quite taste like the tea I asked for... [Red Dragon shrugs lightly.] Ed Foo Jung - But whatever it is, it sure does taste good better than that Californian blend coffee crap! [The scene fades back to ringside where Mike Weathers glances down at his cup of steaming Californian blend with a furled up lip.] Justin Hellock - Ed just drank some spiked tea, Cage slipped in and emptied a whole bottle of pills into that cup, lets hope the Champ doesn't take a swig as well or our 4 Way Last Man Standing may be cut down to 3. Mike Weathers - Justin, maybe you hit the nail on the head...the more people Cage can take out before the match, the better chance he has to bring home that title. Rowell and Boland better look out! Justin Hellock - Man...would he be that much of a coward? Mike Weathers - Or maybe he is just that damn clever? Mike Weathers - Eitherway, our joint main event for the evening, that incredible Four Man Last Man Standing is not going to be one to miss. Rowell and Red Dragon hate each other, Cage has gotta be irate at Rowell for costing him that title and Boland seems to think the world is against him, he has a point to prove and winning that title would be the perfect way to do it. Justin Hellock - Pah! If Cage hasn't screwed it up for everyone Red Dragon is coming out of that as Champ, the guy is exactly what a Champion should be, tough as hell... Mike Weathers - Devious, sadistic, insane... Justin Hellock - Damn straight, just what a champion should be. Mike Weathers - He's the devil himself Hellock but he may just be the best bet to get outta that match alive. [SUPER POP!] Justin Hellock - Wha? Mike Weathers - Look's to me like our next match is ready to rock and roll! Justin Hellock - I love these little surprises, all you people at home thought you were getting a straight up UWF Midwest Championship match...uh- uh! [The cage for the main event begins lowering slowly to a flurry of camera flashes and wild cheering.] Mike Weathers - It is indeed Justin, what a match this promises to be, UWF rookie superstar Bryan Allen Desolation who recently won the Midwest Championship is defending against the former champion, Hacker X. Justin Hellock - Highway to Heaven match BABY~! That means they fight inside this demonic cage and must climb a rope to grab a title. Screw ladders for this one. Mike Weathers - You got it! Justin Hellock - On UWF Elevation last Friday, B.A.D as they call him, was awarded the title when he sold out to the one of the most dominant stables in the world, the UWF Force. ["The Desolate" by Anthrax hits the loud speakers as the cage is strapped down and the rope is hung from the ceiling. The Midwest Championship is placed on top. Bryan Allen Desolation walks out wearing a dark black sleeveless T-shirt with red stripes down the sides, the word 'Desolate Endings' is written in bold white lettering.] Greg Fogleman - Please welcome the Midwest Champion...Bryan Allen Desolation! [B.A.D walks out to mild jeers from the crowd and stands on the rampway, holding a microphone in his right hand. In the other he has a steel chair.] B.A.D - Why hello California! My name is Bryan Allen Desolation just in case somehow you didn't know. What is your name? [The fans scream out random musings.] B.A.D - It really doesn't matter. Unless your name is Bryan Allen Desolation, you don't hold shit on me. [Jeers from around the crowd.] B.A.D - Whoops, I apologize for that outburst. It's just that ever since I have become part of the single most dominant coalition in the entire alliance, I've gotten myself a bit of an ego. No worries though people, tonight I will prove to everyone once again how worthless Hacker X is and how great I really am. With that said, who do you folks are going to win Summer Games? [SSW, WWW, UWF, NGWA, EWC, and even the random NWA chants are heard.] B.A.D - Wow, we've got someone from everywhere. Do you want to know who I think will win? [Pause.] B.A.D - Does it matter? I mean when I am here, what else do you people honestly need from this show? A new World Heavyweight Champion? Some lousy National Heavyweight number one contenders matchup? Eh? [The crowd grows uneasy.] B.A.D - So here it what I am going to do for all of you. I am going to show you all exactly what it is that makes me the show stealer tonight. I am going to end Hacker X. He died once, or so he says. Now he is going to die once again. Mike Weathers - Well, that's the beginning of a long stretch of egos that are going to be coming up tonight. Justin Hellock - You can say that again. And now we await Hacker X who could be here at any... [IN THE DARK POP!] Mike Weathers - The lights just went out! I hope this isn't a technical problem! Justin Hellock - Don't worry about that. ["The Eulogy" begins playing as the lights remain dark, then they begin flashing as Hacker X comes out from under the curtains, his face scarred and his eyes determined. The lights finally go back on the way they were when he reaches the cage.] Mike Weathers - Creepy! Justin Hellock - Hacker X is one of the UWF's more estranged men, that is for certain. But what isn't certain is where Bryan Allen Desolation went! [Hacker X eyes around for B.A.D, when he is tapped on the shoulder by a fan.] Mike Weathers - A fan is getting close to the action. Justin Hellock - That isn't any fan! __THWACK__ Justin Hellock - Hacker X was just taken out by B.A.D with a steel chair! This match hasn't even officially begun yet! [B.A.D slides over the barrier and raises his chair...CRUNCHING it over the back of Hacker X who falls right back to the cement.] Justin Hellock - B.A.D said he has something to prove tonight...and I think he is allowing the steel chair to do the talking for him! [B.A.D begins jabbing it into the side of Hacker X before he raises it into the air to a load of jeers from the California crowd.] Mike Weathers - Hardcore is something we here in WWW do well, and this is going to be one of those moments that I like. Hacker X has been destroyed. [B.A.D turns around and opens the cage door, walking in and looking at the rope.] Justin Hellock - B.A.D with a master strategy! He took out Hacker X on the outside to make winning this match a lot more simple! Mike Weathers - And now he's climbing the rope! [CLIMBING POP!] [B.A.D is fresh and slides up the rope quickly..] Mike Weathers - He is already half way up! [...and Hacker X begins to get to his feet at cage side.] Mike Weathers - But Hacker is getting up! He has but one option here. Fight through the pain or lose this match-up! [GASPS!] [Hacker X slides into the ring as B.A.D's fingertips begin to touch the gold. Hacker X then dives, grabbing the rope and swinging it away from the gold.] Justin Hellock - Hacker X is there just in the nick of time. And now he has to try and get B.A.D off of that rope which is not going to be easy by any standards. [Hacker swings it back and forth twice, and the third time it pounds B.A.D into the side of the cage. He hits it hard, losing control of the rope and grabs onto the side of the cage for deal life.] [SHOCKED!] Mike Weathers - The tables have officially turned! Justin Hellock - B.A.D couldn't get the gold and now he is stuck, holding on by a thread to the side of the cage. [Hacker climbs up the cage at B.A.D who kicks at him, but Hacker evades the kicks and grabs B.A.D by the leg. He yanks him off and B.A D lands on the ropes in a mounted position. Hacker X then steps down onto the ropes as well.] Mike Weathers - B.A.D takes it where the sun does and will not shine any longer! [Hacker grabs him by the head, leaping backwards with a DDT to the mat!] __THUD__ Justin Hellock - Super DDT by Hacker X! [Hacker X stands, lifting B.A.D back up in a match-up where obviously there are no pinfalls, and he tosses his head into the steel...then drags him across the ring and hammers his head into the other steel. B.A.D staggers and Hacker lifts him up, dropping him neck first in to the corner turnbuckle with a Bearhug Spinebuster.] Justin Hellock - Hacker X is completely ruthless now. He is going to teach B.A.D a lesson out there and that lesson is do not mess with him. Mike Weathers - I think you could be right. B.A.D is taking a real beating now. [Hacker X continues a barrage of kicks to the chest of B.A.D which has him down and out in the corner. Hacker lifts him, Irish whipping him into the other corner. Hacker follows hitting a turnbuckle clothesline and B.A.D staggers forward, groggy.] Mike Weathers - There is nothing he can do! [Hacker X grabs him by the hair and tosses him towards the steel once more, but this time B.A.D blocks it by sticking his leg out...and then swings around with an Enziguri...] Justin Hellock - Spinning sidekick right to Hacker's nose! B.A.D finally able to get out of a bind that could have cost him this match-up. [Hacker X stumbles backwards, holding his face with his hands and B.A.D hits a dropkick that sends Hacker back into the corner turnbuckle. Bryan Allen shakes away any loose screws and he Irish whips Hacker X into the other corner. He then grabs the rope and pulls it back, hopping up onto the turnbuckle post.] [FLYING POP!] Mike Weathers - What the hell is he doing? Does he think he is superman or something? [B.A.D flies off at Hacker who is in the other corner, however Hacker lunges forward, literally catching him off guard, and Powerbomb him back down to the mat...] Justin Hellock - Hacker with a big time slam off of that rope! B.A.D ate dust. Mike Weathers - It was a silly move to begin with. [B.A.D tried to stand but is unable, as Hacker X looks up at the title and rope, as he grabs the rope and begins to hoist himself up.] Justin Hellock - Now it is Hacker's turn to try and climb the rope to the top..he has a long way to go, but B.A.D could be out.. Mike Weathers - Hell no! B.A.D is moving...he is going out of the ring...the hell? Justin Hellock - He is going for that steel chair again! [HARDCORE POP!] [B.A.D steps back into the ring where the cage door was not locked, and runs, swinging the chair that hits across the legs and back of Hacker. Hacker stops climbing but hangs on...] Mike Weathers - B.A.D found the easy way to get a man off of a rope! Climbing a rope is a hell of a lot harder then climbing a ladder. [B.A.D once again raises the chair back and swings...but this time Hacker kicks it back out of his hand!] Mike Weathers - There goes the chair. [Hacker then leaps off, crushing B.A.D down to the mat.] Justin Hellock - Hacker X with a dive off of the rope which crushes Bryan Allen Desolation under him! What a shot that was. Mike Weathers - He did take himself out pretty much, as well. But what he did was keep a faster B.A.D grounded even more. [Both men stay down for some time, but Hacker is the first up and he picks up the steel chair that B.A.D brought into the ring. He then slams it to the mat, kicking it once as he lifts up B.A.D.] Justin Hellock - I think Hacker is looking to put the hurt on B.A.D here with that chair.. Mike Weathers - I agree, and it is not going be pretty. But look on the bright side, we've seen a little bit of carnage already this early in the show. [Hacker X lifts up B.A.D in a Piledriver situation...however B.A.D swings himself forward and Hurracanrana's Hacker X back down!] Mike Weathers - B.A.D is the biggest guy I have ever seen do that! Justin Hellock - He put on a lot of muscle weight in the last year or so, but he used to be a full time cruiserweight. He knows all of those tricks! [B.A.D hobbles back to his feet as Hacker does, and he kicks him in the midsection, following it up with a Falling Neckbreaker onto the steel chair! Hacker X's head is busted open upon impact.] Mike Weathers - We've got blood! Justin Hellock - That was one gruesome shot from B.A.D who is now laying the kicks into his challenger here tonight. [B.A.D continues the punishment, eventually tossing Hacker into the corner and choking him with his boot. He holds the choke in for a tremendously long time.] Justin Hellock - B.A.D refuses to let go of this hold and Hacker's face is honestly turning blue. Mike Weathers - Matches well with the red. [Finally B.A.D releases and Hacker falls face first into the mat, leaving a blood stain. B.A.D smirks at what he has created, as he picks the steel chair back up. He lifts it over the head of Hacker X which is on the mat.] Mike Weathers - B.A.D just hasn't had enough yet! He wants to crush Hacker X's brains in! [With a arena shaking CRACK, he drives it into the head of Hacker X. The crowd breaks into boos.] Justin Hellock - These people are showing their anger towards this match. B.A.D has lost it out here. This may go too far. [B.A.D raises the chair once again..] Justin Hellock - Come on, don't do this!! _____SUURTHWACK_____ Mike Weathers - And down goes Hacker X again. [B.A.D finally swings the chair across the ring and once again leaves the ring after a look at the rope, as he begins to pull a ladder out from under the ring.] Justin Hellock - You got to be kidding me. He doesn't want to climb the rope so he's going to use a ladder. Mike Weathers - Hey, sounds much safer to me. Justin Hellock - Ladders are never, ever safe, just ask Wendy Briese! [B.A.D slides the ladder into the ring as Hacker remains face down in a puddle of his own blood. B.A.D is perfectly fresh as he does a sarcastic yawn at Hacker X. He sets the ladder up and begins to climb up towards his belt on top.] Mike Weathers - This match-up may now be in the bag for B.A.D. All he has to do is climb and grab the belt quickly...wait a minute! Mike Weathers - I cannot believe this! Hacker X is getting back up! [The crowd is ecstatic as Hacker slowly makes his way up one leg...and then the other. B.A.D sees this and begins to panic, climbing as fast he can. Hacker looks up with a grin...] Mike Weathers - Watch out! [..and kicks the ladder over in one swift motion. B.A.D falls backwards into the cage and then down, as he falls into the ropes.] ___THUD___ Justin Hellock - Hacker is back! And he just took back the momentum to the match! Mike Weathers - Bryan Allen Desolation went down hard! He is trapped in the ropes where no where to go. He could be out cold. [B.A.D is not moving a muscle as Hacker grabs the ladder and swiftly tosses the steel at B.A.D. He collides into him with enough force to knock him out of the ropes to the apron, which barely held in by the cage. Hacker X begins climbing the rope.] Justin Hellock - This is it! Hacker X is going to become the new Midwest Champion unless by some act of god B.A.D can all of a sudden wake up ands top him! Mike Weathers - And even if he could, I am not so certain Hacker X is going to be denied now! Black, blue, red...holy slapshot! Justin Hellock - B.A.D is getting up...he's climbing the damn cage! [B.A.D begins to step higher and higher up the cage as Hacker nears closer and closer to the gold. Hacker is tired and beat, but his stubbornness refuses to let him give in as he yanks and yanks closer.] Justin Hellock - Hacker is inches away from the title! B.A.D is inches from the top of the cage! Mike Weathers - But what can he do up there? [B.A.D stands wobbily on top of the cage, as he then leaps..] Mike Weathers - HE IS GOING TO FLY! [HIGHSPOT POP!] [With the DESOLATOR!] Justin Hellock - B.A.D WITH A FLYING SPIN KICK FROM THE TOP! HE TAKES HACKER DOWN! [Both men collide to the ring canvas with a thud as the fans light up.] Mike Weathers - I cannot believe what I just saw! Two human beings just colliding in mid air and flopping down to the mat! We are back where we started now. [Both men are down and out on the canvas..] Justin Hellock - Your are correct and both men have to make it up that rope to win the gold. And I don't know if Hacker especially has it left in his tank to make it. [B.A.D grabs the ropes...using them to pull himself up slowly.] Mike Weathers - Bryan Allen Desolation is showing some life...but even he looks like hell after that. [B.A.D stumbles, picking up the ladder and setting it up slowly, once again. He begins to climb.] Justin Hellock - The anticipation builds once again as B.A.D climbs. He takes step after step when the fans light up once again...because Hacker is getting back up.] Justin Hellock - I cannot believe that once again Hacker X is still fighting. He just won't stay down for anything B.A.D does to him. Multiple chair shots...falling from the ropes, the Desolator, everything! [Hacker goes towards the ladder and grabs B.A.D's foot as B.A.D is only a few inches or so away from reaching the title. B.A.D kicks Hacker away, trying to lunge for the title but once again he is denied by Hacker who grabs his foot.] Mike Weathers - B.A.D just cannot make it. It is so close...he can probably smell it! __THUUUUNK__ [Hacker pulls him down a few steps and B.A.D's jaw then hits the top of the ladder. Staggered, B.A.D leans backwards, one handing holding onto the ladder that tumbles backwards.] Justin Hellock - The ladder isn't going to hold up! It is only standing now as the side of the cage holds it up! [Hacker then climbs up the turnbuckle, as him and B.A.D exchange blows...] Mike Weathers - The two exchange a round on top! A test of their mental ability to not give up! [Hacker blocks a B.A.D right hand and hammers him, but the ladder doesn't fall over. It inches backwards with every blow B.A.D takes and finally Hacker pushes it...as B.A.D grabs onto the side of the cage. The ladder crashes to the mat and B.A.D kicks Hacker in the gut. Hacker rests on the turnbuckle.] Justin Hellock - B.A.D held onto the cage to save him...but now he is joining Hacker on the turnbuckle! He is setting him up! [ANTICIPATING CHERS!] __KAAAARAAAAAASHHH__ [B.A.D hooks up Hacker and Superplexes him...both of them crashing on top of the ladder.] Mike Weathers - Ouch! That ladder is more than just unforgiving and both of them are going to be down for a week! [B.A.D staggers upwards, blood gushing from an open cut on his head as he attempts to fight off the pain. Hacker is in shambles, not moving. B.A.D begins climbing up the rope, sliding and sliding as he climbs, only to have Hacker X get up once more. Hacker grabs onto the bottom of the rope and climbs as well...] Mike Weathers - Now that is some terrible strain on that rope! Both men are climbing the rope to get that championship. [Hacker is climbing with a purpose, and soon enough is about at B.A.D's legs. The rope begins to sway, with the crowd clamouring every time Hacker hits B.A.D in the gut with a desperation Headbutt. The rope then swings to the side of the cage again and they both collide into it. B.A.D grabs onto the cage and Hacker swings back the other way, inching towards the title...] Justin Hellock - B.A.D could have just made a big mistake by getting off of the rope! Hacker is unstrapping the belt! Mike Weathers - Your right...wait...B.A.D is flying desperately... [GASPS] [B.A.D leaps towards the ropes, grabbing on to the rope and getting some rope burn as he grabs the loosened gold from Hacker's hands. Hacker tumbles to the canvas and B.A.D falls shortly thereafter!] Mike Weathers - Bryan Allen Desolation wins! He got the title from Hacker's hands at the top rope and retains the Midwest Championship! What a fight! Justin Hellock - It was a classic one indeed, both men fought each other with pure hatred, and B.A.D with a big win over Hacker X in this cage match! Neither of these two will ever be the same, I guarantee you that. [B.A.D slides out of the ring and to the cement floor with the Midwest Championship in his arms as he struggle to stand. Hacker is out in the middle of the ring.] Mike Weathers - Two of UWF's top stars there Justin, they went all out to get that title but B.A.D retained it...if the UWF team can manage to live up to that performance you gotta bet that Team EWC is a little bit nervous. UWF are the under dogs going into it by reputation alone but after the punishment Rayne took earlier...well, maybe UWF can get them. Justin Hellock - UWF...against EWC...you gotta be kidding me, EWC has a team that could make old age pensioners jump for joy. If I was from dreary ol' England I'd be quietly confident about seeing my boys win this thing. Mike Weathers - It is quite a team. Justin Hellock - It's a hell of a team, and even with Rayne out it has the stars. Donovan Cross...that guy can probably get them through by himself. You saw what he did to Dark Wolf...oh, crap... Mike Weathers - Exactly Justin, you think Dark Wolf is just going to forget Cross nailing him at the Beach Party? ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [Scene opens up to Horsemen Locker room, with Red Dragon and Ed Foo Jung talking to a hellish reaction from the fans.] Red Dragon - Do you think that fool Kevin Cage will try anything? [Ed Foo Jung, grabs his stomach moaning.]] Ed Foo Jung - NO.....but I have GOT TO GO!!!!!! [Ed Foo Jung goes into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.] Ed Foo Jung - OooooooOOOOOOooohhhhhhhhhh... [The lights flicker on and off in the locker room, with Red Dragon looking around...] Red Dragon - Huh? [Light flicker off] ___SSSSSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK___ [A brief red flame is visible, then the figure exhales. The embers died down and the moments later the lights flicker back on with Red Dragon laid out with a cigar by him, and Ed Foo Jung groaning in the background.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [Back to ringside to a shocked Hellock and Weathers, Mike is again looking rather dubiously at his coffee hoping that he to hasn't been 'Pollaski'd'] Justin Hellock - CAGE NAILED THE CHAMPION! Mike Weathers - Cage sucker punched Red Dragon with...well, I have no idea what it was but it made a hell of a noise. Justin Hellock - Cage...dirty sonofabitch may just have taken the Champion out of our last man Standing match! Mike Weathers - We've got words from another of the competitors coming up right now, C.J. Rowell is backstage but I would be keeping my eye out for Kevin Cage if I were you! ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [The camera cuts backstage. They're greeted to a shot of the backside of a mediumly sized man in a Pedro Martinez Red Sox jersey...and the crowd goes wild!] [They're screaming as the man turns around to let even you know that's C.J. Rowell. He's smiling as he looks into the camera.] Rowell - It's time, once again, for the Pay Per View spectacular, Summer Games. Man, it's been two years since I was in the original...some California wrestling fans might remember it. I substituted for a missing CCW team member, then caused one of my team-mates to get eliminated...then I walked out. Boy, was that fun." [He smirks, and the crowd erupts again.] Rowell - But tonight can easily beat that memory. TONIGHT... I make my own Summer Games history. Four men walk in, one left standing at the end. Will it be Kevin Cage, the 'Devestator'? [The crowd boos.] Rowell - Ooookay...how Andy-Shmandy Boland? [More boos.] Rowell - The current champ, Red Dragon? [A huge amount of jeers emerge.] Rowell - Wow. Well, you guys don't like those choices, huh? [The crowd half boos/half cheers.] Rowell - I got one more... your hero, the 'Boston Blockbuster'? [The roof just hit the stratosphere. Rowell has to take a step back, smiling.] Rowell - What was that, I couldn't quite understand. [WWWWWWWHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!... goes the crowd.] [Rowell taps the camera lens.] Rowell - That feeling I got at Corporal Punishment...at International War... and even Maple Leaf Massacre...I feel it again. The last two WFWA Pay Per Views, I've won alliance gold. At the EWC and NGWA Pay Per View, I unified two titles. [The crowd cheers that one. They know his recent success in Pay Per Views not involving gay bears and stupid battle royales.] Rowell - If you exclude Blast Off 4 and forget it, like the rest of the alliance guys have already...I've been unstoppable on Pay Per View since Shockwave. Quite frankly, the streak doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon. [The next possible World Champ smirks.] Rowell - I've brought my 'A' game time and time again. I want to see if Red can step it up like he did at Corporal Punishment. I want to see Boland come in and hopefully know how to wrestle. And Cage...I want to see Mr. Blast Off attempt to bring it like he never has before. [Rowell chuckles.] Rowell - Just remember guys, it still won't stop me. [Rowell smirks again, right before the cameras cut back to ringside.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= Mike Weathers - Rowell didn't seem to have the news that Red Dragon got laid out by Kevin Cage, you got to figure Cage has his sights on both Rowell and Boland for similar punishment to make himself the firm favourite to walk out of this as the champion. Justin Hellock - Look out look out, Kevin Cage is about! Mike Weathers - Time now though for a match that will give us our Number One Contender to the National Title which is being held by Cali's very own Zulias! [We take a cut to Greg Fogleman who is up and in the middle of the ring.] Greg Fogelman - THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, AND IT IS FOR THE WFWA NATIONAL #1 CONTENDERSHIP! INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM LAPEER, MICHIGAN, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDERED AND FORTY FIVE POUNDS...REPRESENTING THE SSW...JAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYZON CAGE! ["Superstar" by Saliva plays, and out comes Cage, heading down to the ring.] Justin Hellock - This guy has been impressive. I saw him during the SSW Summer Games qualification, and he sure gave Ricky Taverna a run for his money, taking him into sudden death overtime, but losing narrowly. Mike Weathers - Indeed. This man is a former transfer out of California, and he's facing off against a hometown boy. Greg Fogelman - AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM CITRUS HEIGHTS, CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDERED AND SEVENTY SIX POUNDS, REPERESENTING THE EWC...SEAAAAAAAAAAAN O' CONNNNNNNNNNER! [The crowd gives a slightly bigger ovation for the hometown boy, as Sean O'Conner comes walking down to the ringside. Before he gets to the ring, though... Jayzon rushes out of the ring, and the two begin exchanging blows.] Justin Hellock - And Cage is not going to wait for this one to get to the ring! [O'Conner begins getting the advantage, and nails Cage with a snapmare headlock. Sean lets go, takes a step back, and nails Cage in the back of the head with a dropkick.] Mike Weathers - The larger O'Conner getting the advantage here. [Cage rolls to his feet, and the two exchange forearms. Cage ducks, grabs O'Conners arm, and whips him into the ringside barrier...] __CRASH__ [...Cage immediately leaps up and lands a double foot stomp on Sean.] Justin Hellock - What a great start to this match! [The ref slides out of the ring, and goes to yell at the two men to get in the ring. Cage picks up Sean, and rolls him into the ring. Sliding in after him.] [DING DING DING] [O'Conner tries to roll to his feet, but Cage clocks him with a nice karate kick, sending O'Conner back down. Cage tries an armlock, but Sean is too close to the ropes, and pulls himself to the outside, with Cage still holding on to him. The two have a short tugging match before Sean pulls Cage into the ropes and uses them to strangle him.] Justin Hellock - They're pulling out all the stops. Mike Weathers - The ref is breaking up the illegal hold and forcing Sean back into the ring. [Cage is still holding his throat as Sean presses the advantage with a few gut punches followed by judo toss. Cage, having regained his breath, pops to his feet rather quickly and the pair tie up. Cage comes out of it with a fireman's carry that rolls into a pin.] [ONE...] Justin Hellock - And he doesn't even get a two count! Let's step it up here guys! [Sean pushes his way out of the pin and rolls to his feet. Cage pursues and lays in a few kicks, but Sean trips him up long enough to get to his feet. The two trade punches until Cage manages a block, a reversal, and a whip to the ropes.] Mike Weathers - Sean on the way back, Cage looking ready. [Cage hits Sean with a chin rattling jumping heel. Cage wastes no time catching him in a dragon sleeper.] Mike Weathers - Sean still has plenty of steam left. He's powering himself to the ropes. Justin Hellock - We can only pray he gets there soon and finishes this farce that some call a match. Look, the crowd are yawning. [On the contrary, the fans are cheering about equally for both Sean and Cage. The screams for Sean get louder as his fingers hover a few inches from the ropes.] Justin Hellock - Ha, he's falling short. It's about time this was over. [Sean inches himself to the ropes after a total of about twenty seconds, and the ref separates the pair. Cage gives Sean a few seconds to stand before he takes a rush at him, spearing him through the ropes. They both hit the ground, winded, but Cage ignores the pain and throws some punches, rolling with Sean on the ground.] Justin Hellock - I can't believe that Jayzon got out of that hold. Just because he has a match named after him doesn't mean that he can waste my time pretending to mud wrestle with Sean. Mike Weathers - A match named after him? [Sean eventually pushes Jayzon off. The ref comes out and gets in between the two of them, prodding them back towards the ring. Cage gets fed up with it and shoves the ref out of the way, running at Sean again. Sean is ready for the spear though, and jumps onto the apron, letting Jayzon sail past.] Mike Weathers - Smooth move by Sean. He's behind Jayzon now. Justin Hellock - Smooth? SMOOTH? It's boring. [Sean hops off the apron with an axe-handle smash, and follows it with a reverse DDT. Sean looks to be on a tare as he climbs onto the apron again, coming off with a springboard leg drop.] [POP!] Mike Weathers - The ref is back in this, and he doesn't look to happy. Justin Hellock - Well at least they're getting back in the ring where we can end this. [Sean picks up Jayzon and slides him into the ring. Sean follows shortly afterwards and hits Jayzon with a standing splash, then the pin.] [ONE...] [TWO...] [KICKOUT!] Justin Hellock - NO! NO! It was almost over! [The fans, always in for the underdog, start cheering on Jayzon as rolls away and slowly makes it to his feet. Sean comes after him again. He puts Jayzon into the powerbomb position and goes to pick him up, but Jayzon tangles a foot in the ropes. Jayzon pulls Sean's feet out from under him, and goes for the quick pin.] [ONE...] [KICKOUT!] Justin Hellock - CAN'T WE JUST GET THIS OVER WITH! [Sean kicks Jayzon off and into the ropes. Sean stands and tries to tie up, but in a burst of strength Jayzon slides out of the tie up, around Sean, and grabs him from behind. The crowd jeers as Jayzon hits the Sit Down.] Mike Weathers - This hometown crowd doesn't like that! [Jayzon doesn't waste any time scaling the turnbuckle. More jeers from the crowd as he takes a couple seconds to taunt before he flies off with the Shut Up. Jayzon hooks a leg.] [ONE...] [TWO...] [THREE!] Mike Weathers - CAGE GOT IT! Justin Hellock - Jayzon Cage will get the next shot at Zulias, O'Conner put up a hell of a fight but Cage has been around these shores for a lot longer, his experience paid off... Mike Weathers - It was a great match between these two competitors. Cage pulls it out in the end! Justin Hellock - Yeah, yeah, yeah. So, what's next on the pay per view. [HUH? POP] Justin Hellock - Who the hell is that? [The camera closes in on the face of SSW star and all around nasty guy, SyNn. He stands in the front row of the Staples Center wearing a blood red T-Shirt that reads 'Jayzon Cage = Donkey Lover'. SyNn stands and watches as Cage celebrates in the ring before climbing over the guard-rail and making his way across to Mike Weathers and Justin Hellock.] Mike Weathers - Um...he's er...he's coming straight for us! [SyNn pauses and glares back at Cage before ripping one of the monitors up from the announce desk. Cage turns to face the man he will meet at SSW Battle Born on the 31st.] Justin Hellock - SYNN SLIDES INTO THE RING! [GASP!] Mike Weathers - CAGE SWINGS FOR HIM... Justin Hellock - SYNN DUCKED IT! ___CRAAAAAAAASHHHH___ [In a split second Cage is dropped to the mat, blood and glass splintering across his face as. SyNn watches as he falls forwards with a smirk on his face. Slowly, he drops the busted monitor and heads out of the ring down the steps. Momentarily Cage lifts his head from the canvas to a gratuitous bloody close up.] Mike Weathers - SyNn just destroyed Jayzon Cage...he broke a damn monitor over his head. Cage is a bloody mess in the ring! Justin Hellock - He doesn't look much like a winner to me, Holy Shagpile, SyNn scared the crap out of me Mike...he was what...270lbs? Talk about ripped! Mike Weathers - We'll be right back, for the start of THIS YEARS SUMMER GAMES TOURNAMENT, as Team EWC takes on the upstart Team UWF! ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [Fade to the back.] [To the NGWA locker room.] [Yeah, you know, the one they gave to Team NGWA.] [Jackass.] [In the locker room, we see the WFWA Cruiserweight Champion, and now unofficial Team NGWA leader Joey Tesauro. Along with him are Penguin, the Whirlybirdz Twister and a pretty beat up looking Wendy, thankfully not dead, and the official holder of the WfWA Double Crown and Atlantic Coast Heavyweight Champion Marc McCarthy. The belts are sorely missing across his shoulders.] Joey - Ok, has anyone seen Red Wolf in the arena? [Everyone shakes his or her heads. And beak.] Twister - No...I'm sure he'll show up though... Joey- Yeah right, knowing my luck he's chilling with the other guys in the stands. God I can't believe this shit... [Knock at the door.] Wendy - Hey, maybe that's him now! [Joey opens the door, and his jaw drops] Guy At Door - Allo, looking for some guys from Team NGWA... Joey - ... Guy At Door - Well aren't you a barrel of laughs... Joey - SHIT DUDE! YOU'RE OZZY OSBOURNE! Ozzy - Yah yah, the prince of fucking darkness, I know, I know. Joey - SHIT! COME IN MAN! Ozzy - Excited little bugger... [Ozzy walks in, looking around.] Ozzy - So where the fuck is Adam? I thought he was here. Joey - Um...well, no, well he is, but he's on one of the other teams. Marc - You got called here by Adam Knight? Ozzy - Yah man, I did Halloween Hell with him back in October, had a fucking blast. So he called me and asked me if I could do another live entrance for these Team NGWA buggers. [The guys, and girl, and bird, all nod, amazed] Ozzy - Well, alright...who's in charge around here? [Marc and Twister just point to Joey] Joey - Um...me I guess. Ozzy - Who the fuck are you? Joey - Joey Tesauro. Ozzy - Who the fuck is Joey Tesauro? Joey - Um, WFWA Cruiserweight Champ, I'm from New York. I have a drumstick at home from the Merry Mayhem tour last year. Ozzy - What about these assholes? Marc - Marc McCarthy the only luchador in the WFWA! Twister - Terrence Twister Thompson, former WFWA Tag Team Champion, racecar driver. Ozzy - Who's the bag? [It takes them a second, but they see he means Wendy.] Wendy - Oh, I'm Wendy. The other former WFWA Tag Team Champion. Ozzy - You're on this team too? Wendy - Oh, um no, Terry is also my fiancée. Ozzy - Isn't that fucking nice. Who the fuck are you? [Everyone looks down to Penguin, who waddles up to Ozzy.] Penguin - They call me Penguin, huge fan of your work man. [Ozzy looks at all of them.] Ozzy - Well you're the merriest band of assholes I've ever seen. [The guys all nod, laughing. Wendy still a little bit scared.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= Justin Hellock - DUDE...OZZY! Mike Weathers - I gotta say, that is pretty darn fine and dandy! Justin Hellock - Sure as heck is, but not a sfine and dandy as what is coming up next! Greg Fogleman: The following matchup is the first Summer Games qualifying matchups! It will be Team England versus Team Midwest! Mike Weathers - Both teams here boast some of the strongest represenatives from their respective promotion. Rayne, Dark Wolf, and Black Widow are well known stars from England. Donovan Cross is a man known to both alliances here tonight, and a fast rising star over in England. Justin Hellock - But you cannot count out who the UWF are sending. Terry Woods, Octavius Giovanni, Azrael, and Goliath. While these stars haven't been given a chance to shine yet, they have alot more to gain here then Team EWC does. Mike Weathers - That is a true statement, well out first here tonight will be Team EWC, starting with the surprising newcomer in Donovan Cross! [A dark figure is produced on the screen. Bright white lights flash behind him, illuminating his figure. And the first bass and acoustic riff begins to sound out.] # You take a mortal man, [His blond hair on top is only a fraction of an inch long. You can see the places where he has been scared from multiple battles in his life.] # And put him in control [His head begins to lift, so slightly that the only thing that is produced in the time is the top of a spike that comes from his eyebrow.] # Watch him become a god, # Watch peoples heads a'roll [The first thing that is recognizable, the blue eyes. They hold more emotion than the face itself. They were once caring, but something has taken all that away. They are full of disdain and contempt now.] # A'roll... [The spot lights area towards the entrance ramp. The crowd jumps to its feet to see him again. The chorus hits the P.A. system and about that time a stray light catches a glimpse of the man we once knew far away from the ring, in the crowd. Standing like a monster, scared of nothing, he makes his movements to the ring.] # Just like the Pied Piper # Led rats through the streets # We dance like marionettes, # Swaying to the Symphony... # Of Destruction [His attire features two new things. He has donned a black shirt that states, in red lettering, Respect is not earned; It's Taken. The second item is a pair of thigh length, spandex shorts. Across the back is a gothic styled cross. Down his left thigh the word that is stated is Cross. Down his right thigh is the word, Donovan;. A black towel covers his head so that no one can know who this is, if the piercing and the eyes didn't tell you who it was then you will have to wait.] # Acting like a robot, [He makes his way to the ring side area, he places one foot on the step and reaches out his hand and grabs the ring post.] # Its metal brain corrodes. [He pauses for the fans and then makes his way up the steps.] # You try to take its pulse [He walks the outer edge of the ring and places his back against the ropes and waits.] # Before the head explodes. [As soon as this line hits his head launches back and the covering it tossed off. Revealing to the world that this man is Donovan Cross. ] # Explodes... [The chorus hits again as he makes his way into the ring.] # Just like the Pied Piper # Led rats through the streets # We dance like marionettes, # Swaying to the Symphony... # Of Destruction [He leans over and picks up his towel and hangs it on the far right turnbuckle.] # The earth starts to rumble [The blue insignia, D C, is embroider into it also.] # World powers fall# [He pulls his torso out of the shirt and tosses it to the floor.] # A'warring for the heavens [He places his back against the corner and stretches his back over the ropes, popping every vertebrate there.] # A peaceful man stands tall [He stands a man with nothing to lose and everything to gain from this point on.] Mike Weathers - Well, Cross in a fine athlete but some people have already spread the rumour that he is one cocky individual. Justin Hellock - Well, there are more then just some people, I'd say the entire alliance has seen that about Donovan, as he ran in on the Beach Party, attacking and stealing two championship belts. [The Lighting in the Arena begins to fade.] [Around the arena several pyro's mimicking lightening bolts begin to descend from the roof of the building these are followed by the crashing of a Thunder. From the entrance ramp a billow of smoke begins to our out, engulfing the stage.] # Whoo Lordy my troubles but God. # Whoo Lordy my troubles but God. # Don't nobody know my troubles but God. # Nobody knows my Troubles but God. ['Natural Blues' by Moby begins to play. From the smoke the Black Widow walks out, eye's fixed on the floor in front of her. She stomps down to the ring ignoring the fans who may cheer or berate her, she cares little.] # Whoo Lordy my troubles but God. # Whoo Lordy my troubles but God. # Don't nobody know my troubles but God. # Nobody knows my Troubles but God. [Upon reaching the ring she slides in under the bottom rope and begins testing the ropes. She walks past her already introduced partner and she stands in the corner next to Cross and stretches a little. The music dies they wait patiently for the next wrestler to be introduced.] Justin Hellock - The crowd here in California is really behind the former World Cruiserweight champion, who had a very long run with that belt. Mike Weathers - She did indeed, until Joey Tesauro took it away from her. No biggie though, she is the English Heavyweight Champion. Justin Hellock - Yeah, and she won it in a very sound fashion. Now, she is dating Rayne if I am not correct. Mike Weathers - You are correct. The couple has teamed in EWC against Unforgiven and together they are a hell of a duo. Justin Hellock - Speaking of Rayne.. ["Dies Irae" from Verdi's Requiem hit and the crowd lights up, as former World Heavyweight Champion Rayne comes out, bandaged heavily and with a bit of a limp down to the ring.] Justin Hellock - What an ovation for Rayne! He outsurvived Unforgiven and these people are on their feet for him right now. Mike Weathers - That is true...but he is going to have a hell of a time attempting to outlast UWF in his current condition. Justin Hellock - But if there is anyone that should be able to do that, it is without a doubt Rayne. [Rayne slides into the ring and looks at Black Widow and Donovan Cross as he eyes down the screaming audience.] [The lights fade to black in the house as two floodlights bathe the entrance in a midnight blue light. Smoke billows out of machines on either side of the entranceway causing a midnight blue fog to wind its way down to the ring. The sound of an animal panting can be heard over the PA system. A bloodcurdling howl echoes across the walls of the arena and a silhouette figure emerges in the cloud. Dark Wolf, clad in a trench coat slowly stalks toward the ring as Guns N Roses "Garden" fills as background music to the fading sounds of the howling wolf and an unbelievable ovation from the crowd. The video wall shows clips of a wolf racing through the woods and howling at a full moon mixed with video clips of past wrestling matches.] # You know you're all alone # You're friends they aren't at home # Everybody's gone to the garden # As you look into the trees # You can look but you don't see # The flowers seem to tease you at the garden # Everybody's there, but you don't seem to care # What's with it with you man, and this garden [The silhouette of Dark Wolf is seen through the billowing smoke. He is holding a large flag that he waves through the air. As Dark Wolf emerges from the fog, the fans recognize the flag as bearing the logo of EWC. A single spotlight bathes the center of the ring in pale yellow moonlight. Dark Wolf steps into the ring and stands in the center of the spotlight. He unclips his trench coat allowing it to fall to the ground beside him. When it falls, he reveals the EWC Trilogy Title around his waist. To a mixed reaction, Dark Wolf waves the EWC flag in the air in support for his Team.] # Turned into my worst phobia # A crazy man's utopia # If you're lost no one can show ya # But it sure was glad to know ya # Bye-bye # It's glad to know ya # Bye-bye # Bye-bye # Aw...so long [The lights return to normal and Dark Wolf speaks with his team-mates...] Justin Hellock - Well here is Dark Wolf himself, after having barely survived Marc McCarthy and attacks from Donovan Cross. How are these two supposed to co-exist here tonight? Mike Weathers - Well, they have to depend upon each other if they are going to survive this match. They need the other to perform to allow their team to move to the final round. If they don't they could lose and then not go through. Its do or die in this world, Hellock. [As the sounds of Bad Religion's Sorrow emanates from the PA system, Octavius Giovanni steps out onto the ramp that leads down to the ring. He makes his way down the ramp, pausing approximately halfway down, to kiss a female fan on the cheek. Once to the ring he slides under the bottom rope and begins stretching the ropes, as a final warmup to the match ahead.] Mike Weathers - This here is the UWF Tagteam Champion, Octavius Giovanni and a former UWF Elevation Television champion as well. He's really starting to shine through in the UWF. Justin Hellock - Thats very true, he defeated England's very own Kevin Cage a few weeks back as well. This wrestler is really going places. He is the first member of Team UWF to grace us here tonight. [The arena turns to Darkness....] Voice: It's that time once again... [Two fire balls erupt on each side of the entrance way...] Voice: You motherfuckers know me? [A red light gloom's over the arena...] [Two eyes appear on the video wall... Squinting in pain...] Voice: Look into these eyes, you'll never see me. [The words "I'll Never Forget" are shown on the screen in platinum...] Voice: Duck if your tall, motherfucker. [The words shatter...As a platinum 187 medallion dangles from a rope chain, from left to right of the screen...] Voice: Boom!! [A huge explosion occurs on the ramp.] [The words appear one at a time...slowly, on the screen...] [Act...] [Like...] [A...] [Pussy...] [And...] [You...] [Will...] [Get...] [Fucked..] ["No Surrender" By Bone Thugs n' Harmony is played over the PA System as the fans get to their feet. Terry Woods is at the top of the entrance ramp. He stands there motionless, his 187 chain dangling from his neck, gleaming in the lights. His hair freshly spiked, his eyes covered by the shade of his Oakleys. His head is looking down, towards his boots, A cigar sticks out, and no smoke emits from it. His arms to his side. His left hand has something, but is not determined what it is. He has a sleeveless shirt on, that proclaims "Jesus Hates England."] # Me..e..e.. No Surrender..er..er # Me..e..e.. No Surrender..er..er [!The screen shows a clip of Terry Woods shooting a paintball gun at Kyle Cole as he makes his way to the ring!] [Terry's left hand moves up to his mouth, He pops open a zippo and lights his cigar. A loud explosion is heard.] # My nigga just entered your business, # so can I get a witness? # an you duck? @#%$ the po-po, pow. [!Terry Woods cracks Jonny Catchphrase in the back of the head with a bottle, as the girls scatter!] [Terry throws the Zippo, still open and flaming in the crowd. He smacks his right arm with his left hand, his arm proclaiming a tattoo of "I'll Never Forget."] #Startin' to kick this, gonna get my @#%$, and then you @#%$ up #Me buck. Me bang. Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout them thangs. #Thugs remain, hang, swang with a click tight claim. [!Terry Woods slides into the ring and nails Alpha Wolf, Scorpion Steve, and Goliath with a chain!] # come again, now. # They drop down, # when I'm off the block, # fuck them cops. [!Terry Woods nails Bryan Allen Desolation with a baseball bat, sending him off the entrance ramp through a table, moments later doing the same thing to Hacker X!] [He walks down the aisle, he puffs his cigar and removes it from his mouth.] # Me and Krayzie # runnin' through the Boneyard, daily. # Gotta give 'em up to the glock-glock, # so I can serve me thugs and maintain. [!Terry Woods cracks Naka Hamiguri in the face with a chair!] # to the brain, and thugs remain to slang thangs # Long live the dope game, and it won't end ya, # as long as my niggas remember: no pretender # Get right up off the Clair, nigga, @#%$ it. No surrender. [!Terry Woods cracks the 600 pound clown Bulky Bob in the face with a chair!] [He walks up to the ring, and rips his shirt off of his back, and steps through the apron, and exhales the smoke into the ring.] # Me..e..e No Surrender..er..er [!A Phase-Out is nailed on Goliath off of the top rope!] [He takes a last puff, and ashes it out on a turnbuckle, after posting up on all four turnbuckles.] # Me..e..e No Surrender..er..er [!Terry Woods offers Kyle Cole a beer, and then a Phase-Out!] [He hands his chain to the referee, and removes his Oakleys, handing them to the referee as well.] [!Terry Woods plants Kevin Cage with a steel chair!] [He places his right boot on the bottom turnbuckle and tightens it up.] [!SETH gets knocked unconscious from a chairshot by Woods!] # Me..e..e No Surrender..er..er [!Terry is seen chugging a forty-oz and enjoying a lap dance in the middle of the ring, as a few fans destroy Kyle Cole with paintballs!] Justin Hellock - Well, needless to say to you fans, Terry Woods has made a lot of headlines recently. He interrupted a match last week and attempted to take out Kevin Cage with a steel chair to say the least...he has got serious problems on his hands now in the UWF. Mike Weathers - Well, what can one say? Terry Woods does have alot of problems with the UWF, as well as the rest of the alliance as he is not afraid to call out anyone or everyone. Tonight though, its put up or shutup time for Mister Woods. ["Suffer" by Staind erupts from the PA system as Azrael walks from the back through a thick haze of green 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 [Tonight he is clad in green and black full body wrestling gear with green and black boots and a green and black mask with his long white hair hanging halfway down his back. The green and white strobe lights illuminate the bright blue eyes behind the mask, focused and full of intensity as the 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 the aisle.] # 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 [Azrael leaps up onto the ring apron and summersaults over the top rope to stand inside the ring, both fist raised 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.] Mike Weathers - This here is the third member of Team UWF, and his name is Azrael. He is a rookie over in the Midwest promotion, but has been making waves for quite a long time. ["In my Darkest Hour" hits up next, as the curtains part and the crowd gives a warm welcoming to ghte six foor ten giant, the UWF's own White Knight, Goliath. Goliath walks down, raises his fists into the air and then slides into the ring, joining the rest of Team UWF.] Justin Hellock - And then next this is Goliath of the UWF, the most experienced UWF star in this matchup, on the basis that he's been in the Midwest promotion for some time. Mike Weathers - If my contact is correct, he's been there for over a year, since its opened its doors and has been with it ever since. Justin Hellock - Well, starting this matchup will be the former Double Crown Title holder and UWF's Goliath. Goliath has the obvious size advantage, but Dark Wolf has taken on and eliminated bigger stars then Goliath, like Unforgiven from EWC's Blast off 4. [Goliath and Dark Wolf circle as the fans anticipate the first throw. Their teammates watch on from ringside as Dark Wolf throws a punch which Goliath blocks and hammers Dark Wolf backwards. Goliath follows it up with an Irish whip and takes down Wolf with a clothesline. Goliath goes to grab Dark Wolf who staggers away, kicking Goliath in the knee. Wolf gets to his feet and attempts an Irish whip on the big man who reverses it and sends Dark Wolf into the UWF turnbuckle.] Justin Hellock - Dark Wolf is in alot of trouble in that corner, as all the rest of Team UWF members can keep him there and punish him for a long time. And if he is eliminated, that lessens EWC's chances in this match as well as the main event. Mike Weathers - Assuming they get there. I mean there is a great likelihood that they won't make it. [Goliath tags his stable partner Octavius Giovanni into the match who gets a sound cheer as he instantly takes down Dark Wolf out of the corner with an overhead Belly To Belly Suplex.] Mike Weathers - What a size disadvantage for Giovanni who took Dark Wolf right out of his boots with no problems. [Dark Wolf holds his back in pain as Giovanni covers him...] Justin Hellock - An early cover by Octavius Giovanni... 1... [Dark Wolf kicks out with ease and Octavius gets to one knee.] Justin Hellock - The former UWF Elevation Television champion should have waited perhaps a little longer and inflicted some more damage before making that pinfall attempt. [Octavius lifts up Dark Wolf, locking him in a side headlock but Dark Wolf powers out, pushing Octavius against the ropes and then taking him down with a shoulder block.] Justin Hellock - Dark Wolf using his power to get back in this match... [Dark Wolf then comes off of the other ropes and attempts a clothesline. Octavius ducks, kicks Wolf in the shin and then dropkicks him back down to the mat.] Justin Hellock - Octavius Giovanni looking impressive against Dark Wolf right now. Ock is what people call this man for short. Mike Weathers - Ock? [As Wolf staggers, Octavius attempts to hip toss him into the mat only for Dark Wolf to block it by holding the ropes. Octavius strikes Wolf a few times with right hands and then locks him up for a Vertical Suplex but he cannot connect, as Wolf blocks it and Suplexes Octavius over the ropes to the floor.] [JEEEE-SUS POP!] Mike Weathers - Well Ock was just dismantled! Justin Hellock - And now Team EWC getting some shots in on the outside. Like a pack of vultures. Mike Weathers - Well, they aren't exactly thrilled with the idea of being possibly out wrestled by a group of wrestlers that are statistically ranked lower then them. [Black Widow slides Octavius back into the ring. Wolf tags in Donovan Cross with a stiff as hell slap on the chest as the two exchange a glance.] Justin Hellock - These two men here are known for not exactly caring about each other. Donovan Cross is the cousin of one Mike Sloan who Dark Wolf has had a number of battles with. [Cross pounces on Octavius like a rabid dog and lays into the opposing cruiserweight with right hands.] Mike Weathers - Octavius is at the mercy of Cross! [Donovan picks up Octavius, taking him down with a springboard clothesline and then attempts a quick pinfall which Octavius kicks out after one. Cross lifts him back up and bullies him into the corner, SMACKING him across the chest. Octavius takes a round of them.] Justin Hellock - You can hear those shots echo across the entire arena as the fans gasp. Mike Weathers - Heck, I am gasping at those. [Octavius then turns the tables, tossing Donovan into the corner and slapping him across the chest with powerful force. Cross staggers after two.] Justin Hellock - And now The star from the Midwest turns the tables! [The crowd gets into it now as Octavius Irish whips Cross and executes a drop toe hold, lifting his back up and attempting his special, the DRAGON CLUTCH...] [SUBMISSION POP!] Mike Weathers - Cross is in trouble! Justin Hellock - Octavius is using his trademark submission hold, and this one is a painful one! [Cross fights up, hammering Ock in the side before hammering him with a forearm to his face that causes Octavius to release.] Justin Hellock - Donovan Cross fights out...and both men could gain a lot by tagging out right now... [Cross stands and Octavius follows, grabbing his leg as he attempts to make it to his corner. Cross staggers back, attempting an enziguri but Octavius ducks it...] Mike Weathers - Quick thinking by Octavius! [...And turns it into a Dragon Screw!] [GIO-OH-VANI, GIO-OH-VANI] Justin Hellock - A big time move for the all-star technical wrestler from the UWF! He's going to tag in Terry Woods! [TAG POP!] [Octavius tags in Woods who rushes into the ring with a pop from the crowd and buries Donovan Cross as he stands with a clothesline. Cross staggers up and Woods hits another one.] Justin Hellock - Terry Woods is on fire here as he gets in! Mike Weathers - He is ready to get his hands dirty...and this is the way to do it! [Cross staggers back up again as Woods Irish whips him into the corner turnbuckle. Woods breaks into a run and charges at his opponent only for Cross to react and Cross back elbows him in the face.] Justin Hellock - Cross with a quick move to halt Woods' momentum! [Cross runs at Woods, but is flipped back down as Woods hits a powerslam!] Justin Hellock - Huge powerslam! 1... 2... Mike Weathers - Donovan Cross is still in this one. [Woods gets back up, as he starts to taunt Black Widow in the corner with obscene gestures...] Mike Weathers - What the hell is wrong with this guy? [The fans light up, but then Rayne hammers Woods in the face. Woods staggers backwards and Cross rolls him up...] 1.... 2......... Justin Hellock - Terry Woods powers out! [Woods stands up quickly and Cross is up as well. Cross hammers Woods, but to not much avail as Woods hammers him once and Cross slithers down. Cross gets back to his feet quickly and ducks under an attempted Terry Woods clothesline, coming back with a cross body...] Justin Hellock - Cross flies through the air... Mike Weathers - But Woods catches him! Fall-away Slam! [Cross is buried to the mat and Dark Wolf, who is nearest to him, makes a blind tag. The ref acknowledges it.] Justin Hellock - And now Dark Wolf will face Terry Woods in this match, they may have issues out side of this match but Dark Wolf knows he has to co- exist, however much he hates the idea. [Woods goes straight for him and the two exchange blows. Wolf gets the better of it and then Irish whips Woods, taking him down with a hip toss.] Mike Weathers - It is rumored that Dark Wolf may have been the man responsible for getting Woods fired from EWC. Justin Hellock - Thats irrelevant now as Wolf is in full control of Terry Woods. [Wolf hammers Woods again as he gets to his feet, and lays into him with some big boots. The crowd doesn't take too kindly to this, but Wolf blows them off and drags Woods into his corner, tagging in Black Widow. She instantly leaps to the top rope and Wolf lifts up Woods.] Justin Hellock - Team EWC is making a lot of tags whereas the Team UWF is not and that could cost them stars in this match. Dark Wolf and Rayne were both involved in matches already, on the pre-show and Rayne earlier with that unbelievable victory over the huge Unforgiven. Mike Weathers - You are right, they have to make tags here or they'll just get blown up as the time ticks by. The quicker this match is over, the better for Rayne and Dark Wolf. [Woods suddenly gets a second wind and scores a low-blow on Dark Wolf who tumbles over, and rushes into the ropes. Black Widow falls onto the turnbuckle and Woods lifts her in his arms.] Justin Hellock - Woods has Black Widow! Mike Weathers - This could be bad for her! [Dark Wolf scores a martial arts kick on Woods...] Mike Weathers - But Dark Wolf saves Black Widow! [Widow gets back to her feet as the two both lift up Terry Woods and Irish whip him, connecting with a double back body drop.] Mike Weathers - Black Widow is simply amazing! She is a lady...the former long time World Cruiser champ and she can toss guys over her like nothing! [Widow comes off of the ropes with a Springboard Lionsault!] Justin Hellock - Big time move for Black Widow! Mike Weathers - She could have him! 1.......... 2............. Justin Hellock - Woods tosses Widow across the ring! Mike Weathers - my god what a kickout! [Widow stands; not wasting a second as she comes off of the ropes and goes for a front dropkick on Woods who evades. She crashes to the mat and staggers up, a Woods clothesline damn near KNOCKS her head off.] Mike Weathers - What...a...shot! Justin Hellock - Widow took one hard and she took is mean. Woods is a much bigger guy than Widow is a gal...good lord. [Woods stands, holding his neck from the kicks of Dark Wolf and lifts up Black Widow, Irish whipping her and hits another big time clothesline that sends her once again to the mat. Woods cracks a crooked smile at Rayne.] Mike Weathers - Woods is one sick guy...he has an obvious disrepsect for Rayne and is taking it out on his girlfriend. Justin Hellock - Yes, but she is also a wrestler in this ring. She can handle herself. [Woods picks up Widow and tosses her into the UWF corner. He tags Octavius Giovanni back into the ring.] [GIO POP!] Justin Hellock - Woods tags out now as Octavius wants back into this match. [Ock steps up to Widow, executing a snapmare to take her out of the corner. Ock then stand her up and locks a half nelson on her, standing her up and suplexing her over his head...] Mike Weathers - Octavius attempting a giant Suplex! [But Widow surprises everyone by landing on her feet and hits a reverse DDT!] Justin Hellock - Holy Scampi! Black Widow with amazing ability backflips to her feet. Mike Weathers - Maybe so...but she is now a LONG way from her corner. [Octavius is up first, as Widow begins making her way to her corner. Octavius sprints, and she ducks down as Octavius runs right into a right hand from Rayne. Ock staggers, Widow locks him up with a waistlock and hits a German Suplex!] Justin Hellock - Big time Suplex from Black Widow. Beautiful execution. Mike Weathers - She's still holding on! She can't do this again! [The fans pop as she hits a second one.] Mike Weathers - Two German Suplexes! She's going for another one! [Widow sets up for another one, slinging Octavius backward to his back.] [ANTICIPATING POP!] Mike Weathers - THREE! [ANOTHER CHEER!] Mike Weathers - FOUR! [DO IT AGAIN!] Justin Hellock - She is going for five! She has got to be worn out! Mike Weathers - er...........FIVE!!! [The crowd is in shock. Widow begins attempting to do another one...] Mike Weathers - Black Widow is trying to prove something today to team U...W...Oh my god! Justin Hellock - Woods in the ring just clobbered Black Widow with a clothesline! Mike Weathers - She could have a busted nose from that! [Octavius lands on the mat as Rayne, Dark Wolf, and Donovan Cross have seen enough. Woods flips them the bird and they charge him, exchanging blows with Woods.] Justin Hellock - And now all hell is breaking loose in this one! Mike Weathers - Woods started a fight and now he is getting one! [Rayne hits a bigtime springboard missle dropkick to take Woods down, as Woods goes down. Dark Wolf eyes Donovan Cross as the two beat on Woods with stiff kicks.] Mike Weathers - Team EWC is teaching Woods not to mess with them! Justin Hellock - But here comes the rest of Team UWF! [Goliath and Azrael are as fresh as day and Goliath clotheslines Dark Wolf over the top rope to the floor. Azrael goes at Rayne, who grabs his head and attempts to toss him over the ropes. Azrael lands on the apron, executing a Jawbreaker and Rayne staggers backwards. Octavius is getting up now, as Rayne runs right into him and Octavius buries him with a DDT.] Mike Weathers - This ref is useless! [Donovan Cross hammers Goliath with a right hand and then turns around, running right into a Crokscrew moonsault from Azrael!] Justin Hellock - The young Azrael flies! Donovan Cross didn't see it coming! [Ock picks up Widow, who is the legal woman and drags her into the corner, lifting her to the top ropes and setting her up for a Suplerplex.] Justin Hellock - The ring is finally pretty much cleared and now the matchup can continue as Octavius could connect and finish Black Widow right here! [Widow gets her second wind, hammering Octavius with right hands. She hits him several times, as Octavius flies back, crashing to the mat.] Mike Weathers - That is no-man's land up there! That is woman's land! Justin Hellock - Very creative. [Widow begins to stand as Ock gets to his feet. She flies off, attempting a hurracanrna...] Mike Weathers - Widow going for a trademark high-flying move... [GASPS!] __THUUUUMP__ Justin Hellock - But Octavius counters into a powerbomb! Mike Weathers - What impact upon delivery! Widow has really taken a beating here. [Octavius is staggered a bit as he trudges to his corner. Azrael makes a blind tag, tagginh himself into the matchup.] Justin Hellock - Azrael is in for the first time! Octavius didn't even want to tag out! [Octavius looks surprised but it doesn't last long as Azrael bursts into the middle of the ring. Widow is beginning to stand and Azrael comes at her strong with a spinning sidekick. He then leaps and hammers Donovan Cross off of the apron.] Mike Weathers - Cheap shot! [Widow begins to stand, Azrael attempts an armdrag which Widow reverses...] Justin Hellock - Black Widow with a quick reversal with her own arm drag! [Widow tosses Azrael right into the ropes, but Azrael lands on the ropes.] Mike Weathers - How did he do that?! [Azrael flings himself backward with a moonsault!] Justin Hellock - Springboard moonsault! [The crowd cheers their respect as Azrael covers...] 1... 2... Justin Hellock - Dark Wolf breaks up the count! Widow may have been eliminated! Mike Weathers - Or she may not have been... [Azrael stands quickly, running fiercly at Dark Wolf and blasts him from the ring through the ropes to the floor. Azrael turns back around into Widow who kicks Az and takes him down with a double underhook face slam!] Mike Weathers - VENOMOUS! Black Widow strikes back! [Widow is worn out and it shows as she staggers to legally tag Rayne into the match for the first time. The crowd lights up for Rayne, who shows many signs of eagerness to continue surviving. Rayne halts a second and Dark Wolf tags himself back into the match.] Mike Weathers - What the hell is he doing? Justin Hellock - He is obviously upset about Azrael taking him out of the ring like that. Mike Weathers - Well; Dark Wolf should be more of a team player, perhaps. [Rayne shrugs, exchanging a few words with Dark Wolf who comes into the ring after the cruiserweight. Azrael begins to show sings of life and turns around into a huge lariat that knocks him three feet backwards.] [OLD SCHOOL POP!] Mike Weathers - My god! The power of Dark Wolf compared to Azrael makes this a complete mismatch! [Dark Wolf shows no signs of mercy in making Azrael his prey, as he bombards him with boot after boot, beginning to choke him in the corner turnbuckle. Woods begins to get the crowd and Team UWF into boosting Azrael.] Mike Weathers - It is no use. This is a mismatch! This is embarrassing for Dark Wolf! [Wolf steps backward with a grin, as the ref forces a little break. Wolf then turns back to Azrael who strikes back with a shot to the gut...then the solarplexus...and then the face.] __BANG__ __BANG__ __BANG__ Justin Hellock - Azrael is fighting back into this match now. But Dark Wolf isn't about to be moved. [Dark Wolf then kicks Azrael back down into the corner. The crowd breaks into an 'ohhh' as Wolf continues to hammer on Azrael. He then Irish whips him across the ring, following after him. Azrael ducks under the Dark Wolf clothesline attempt and speeds off across the ropes. He hits Dark Wolf under the chin with a speedy sidekick!] Justin Hellock - Wolf is staggered... [GASPS] [Azrael jumps onto the ropes behind Dark Wolf, hitting a falling, rolling cradle off top rope!] Justin Hellock - ANGEL'S BANE!!!!! Mike Weathers - WHAT A MOVE! Azrael should have him here! 1... 2... 3... [DING DING!] Justin Hellock - This is a HUGE UPSET! Mike Weathers - I cannot believe he got him! Dark Wolf is the first one eliminated in this match! And I don't think Team EWC cared too much to help save him! [The crowd is shocked as Azrael gets back to his feet and raises his hands in celebration. THRASHHH!] Justin Hellock - Donovan Cross doesn't feel like wasting a second! He buried Azrael with a clothesline! [There is no time to mourn EWC down one star as Azrael crashes to the mat in a heap. Cross does not waste a second as he lifts up Azrael, setting him up for The BURNING HAMMER..] Justin Hellock - Donovan is looking to his his trademark...but Azrael slides over his shoulders... Mike Weathers - SUPLEX! Justin Hellock - It was a T-bone Suplex! Hugh Impact! Mike Weathers - Thats a Azplex [Goliath, Woods, and Giovanni slams the mat to get Azrael moving as he struggles to his corner to make the tag. Cross is out on the mat as Black Widow and Rayne look on.] [HOT TAG POP!] Justin Hellock - Azrael tags in the big man in the match. Goliath! [With Dark Wolf out, Goliath is easily the biggest man and as Cross begins to get up, Goliath spins him around, headbutting him back down to the mat.] Mike Weathers - Cross is looking at a tall mountain to climb, but of all people at his size, he seems the most likely to know how to defeat larger stars! [Cross staggers back up; Goliath Irish whips him and goes for a clothesline. Cross ducks, kicking Goliath in the legs, and punching him in the face. Goliath doesn't stumble, but this is enough to stagger him. Cross then attempts his own Irish whip, but to no avail, as Goliath reverses. Cross comes back off of the ropes, flipping over Goliath for a sunset flip...] Justin Hellock - Donovan Cross looking to score a pinfall here! Mike Weathers - But Goliath refuses to budge! Look at this! [Goliath will not go down, as he grabs Cross around the throat!] Mike Weathers - Goliath with one hand! He's lifting Cross up by his throat! [In the air, Cross scores a big kick to Goliath's face and Goliath drops Donovan.] Justin Hellock - Smart wrestling by Cross. [Cross then hits a neckbreaker on Goliath which takes the big man to the mat with a thud.] Mike Weathers - Big move and a cover! 1... 2... [KICKOUT!] Justin Hellock - Goliath gets out after two. Goliath was nearly eliminated and Cross may have scored an upset. On sheer size disadvantage alone. [Cross doesn't waste a second, locking Goliath in a ground facelock, but Goliath won't have it and gets to his knees, pushing Cross away.] Justin Hellock - Donovan Cross is known for his technical style, his quickness, and his submissions, but against a big monster like Goliath, nothing like that is going to work. Mike Weathers - I agree with you there. Cross may have to change up his style or tag out. Justin Hellock - And I don't think he is going to tag out. [Cross waits as Goliath gets to his feet and comes off of the ropes at him for a facebuster, but Goliath uses his left arm to push Cross into the ropes. Cross turns, lunges, and runs right into a big boot from Goliath!] Mike Weathers - Giant Boot! Goliath has knocked Cross into next week! 1... 2... [WILL HE WONT HE!] [KICKOUT!] Justin Hellock - Cross barely gets an arm up! How much closer can you get than that right there? Mike Weathers - What do you mean barely? How much time is there in three seconds? He was out at two and a half! [Goliath stands, dragging Cross to his corner and tagging in Woods who is oh, so begging for the tag. Woods steps into the ring, hammering Cross with a right hand that sends him backwards. Woods follows, whipping Cross and taking him down with a spinebuster...] Justin Hellock - Cross was buried! Cover by Woods! 1... 2... KICKOUT! Mike Weathers - Terry Woods doing perhaps the ONLY wrestling move that he knows... Justin Hellock - Well, here comes another one! [Woods lifts up Cross, tauning at Rayne and Widow again, before setting up Cross for the PHASE OUT.] [FINISHER POP!] Justin Hellock - This Phase Out will put Donovan Cross right out of the matchup! [But Cross drops to one knee, kicking his other knee into Woods lower extremities and Woods drops down. The crowd doesn't take kindly to Cross' blow but Cross blows them off, coming off of the ropes at Woods and kicking him down with a front dropkick.] Mike Weathers - Cross is able to turn the whole tide around with one move and now Terry Woods is seeing stars. Justin Hellock - A kick to the temple will do that to a guy. Mike Weathers - Well, yeah, even so... [Cross steps back up, refusing to tag out and grabs Woods by the head, running and tossing him into the corner. Cross continues to hold on a facelock, stepping onto the ropes.] Justin Hellock - I foresee a Tornado DDT being introduced to this matchup! Mike Weathers - Wow...you could be right about that one. Woods is being set- up... [SHOCKED POP!] __THUUUUD__ [Cross is flung from the ropes by Woods but still manages to deliver the Tornado DDT, kicking Woods in mid air before he falls.] Justin Hellock - Unbeliveable athletic ability by Donovan Cross who never gave up, even after being thrown from the top ropes! [Cross stands back up, picking Woods up and hammers him in the back. Woods stays down on his knees as Cross spins around, looking for a Japanese martial arts kick, however Woods ducks it and Cross's foot hits the ropes instead.] Justin Hellock - Cross could have taken off Woods' head, instead Woods had it scouted! [Woods leaps up and clotheslines Cross who is caught off guard by getting caught up in the turnbuckle.] Mike Weathers - And another clothesline! Woods sure can brawl...but he couldn't wrestle himself out of a paper bag! Justin Hellock - But fighting is all you have to do in a big tag match like this. Technical wrestling only gets you tired. [Woods lifts Cross and tosses him towards his corner. Rayne looks at Woods and Woods points at Cross, telling Rayne to tag in.] Mike Weathers - And now Woods wants Rayne again! This guy has a problem. [MASSIVE FACE POP!] Justin Hellock - Well, the former World Heavyweight Champion and Woods have a little past...plus Rayne has been out of most of this matchup. Mike Weathers - Yeah, but just look at the guy and tell me if you think he's one hundred percent. [Rayne indeed tags in and Cross is forced to leave the ring. Rayne and Woods circle for a bit, but Woods doesn't wait long and he swings at Rayne who ducks, kicking Woods in the gut, then hammering him with right hands.] Justin Hellock - Rayne is showing exactly the skills that made him best Ryan Corey to become World Heavyweight Champion. The man can take it and take it and never give up! [Rayne irish whips Woods and then hits him with a kick to the midsection. He uses the ropes to gain speed and takes down Woods with a swinging neckbreaker.] Mike Weathers - Rayne connects! Cover! 1... 2... Justin Hellock - NO! Woods kicks out! Mike Weathers - And now he is showing some signs of nearing an end. Justin Hellock - Don't be on that! [Rayne picks up Woods and locks him in a sleeper hold, keeping Woods grounded. Woods attempts to fight out of it, but Rayne continues to keep him held in place on the mat, using the ground to his advantage. From the sidelines, Team UWF cheers on Woods as he begins to get to his feet.] Justin Hellock - Terry Woods knows he cannot stay on the mat like that for a long time otherwise Rayne will be in complete control. Mike Weathers - Agreed. There is no way you can work back from a submission like that if you wait for Rayne to tire. He's about as tired as he's gonna be right now. [Woods strikes Rayne in the gut. Twice. Three times. Woods looks to escape from the right but Rayne pulls him back into a neckbreaker slam.] Mike Weathers - What impact! Rayne would not be denied! 1... 2... KICKOUT Justin Hellock - But Woods will not be denied either. Rayne is unrelentless right now. He just doesn't have time to pity anybody. [Woods raises one arm in the air as Rayne stands, and Woods shows he is still ready to fight. Rayne attempts to hold him down, but Woods shoots up, hammering Rayne with lefts and rights, irish whipping him across the ropes and Rayne stumbles back towards him..] Mike Weathers - Woods is still fighting! Rayne is now on the deffensive! Justin Hellock - And Woods hits a big time Back Alley Drop!! 1... 2... [KICKOUT POP!] Justin Hellock - And now Rayne kicks out. Mike Weathers - Rayne has come too far to lose now. [Woods is up fast, he drops an elbow drop on Rayne and finishes it up by coming off of the ropes, hitting a pumphandle elbow drop. Rayne slides away to the outside of the ring and Woods follows him.] Mike Weathers - Well, this is the first time that both legal men are doing battle outside the ring here in this matchup. Justin Hellock - And here is where the team with he numbers, which is UWF right now, will take advantage. or should, at least. [Rayne stands upright and Woods tosses him into the barrier at ringside. Cross and Widow circle from their side, and Team UWF come from their side as well, as Woods lays into Rayne with boots as Rayne continues to sink further and further down. Woods then stops and eyes Widow who closes in, as Goliath and Azrael close in fast. Goliath and Cross exchange blows as Goliath tosses Cross onto the rampway, as Widow tosses Azrael into the steel turnbuckle at ringside. Woods grabs Rayne and tosses him with a THUD into the steel steps at ringside.] Mike Weathers - This matchup is getting closer and closer to us, Justin. Justin Hellock - I agree, as the ref has lost all control once again as Woods and Rayne brawl here on the outside. [Woods lifts Rayne's head and bashes it into the steel steps once again, as Rayne stumbles backwards. Woods rushes at Rayne, swinging for a clothesline but Rayne slides into the ring swiftly. Woods staggers, Rayne baseball slides Woods backwards.] Justin Hellock - Rayne is fighting smart. Right now, who knows is he could match Woods in a hardcore brawl, so he's gonna simply outsmart him. Mike Weathers - Doesn't seem like it would be that hard to do. Justin Hellock - I think you'd be surprised if you watched more UWF action. [POP POP POP!] [Woods rests on the barrier as Rayne slides out under the ring, hitting THE ACID RAYNE!] Mike Weathers - DAYUM! Justin Hellock - Rayne nearly took Woods's head off with a diving clothesline over the barrier! These fans are now getting much more then they bargained for! [The fans scream as Rayne and Woods both rise to their feet slowly, shots of their blows to eachother striking them across the arena. Rayne hits Woods in the gut with a knee lift, and then tosses Woods back over the barrier to ringside. Goliath and Octavius Giovanni come over to aid Woods, connecting with a double Suplex to Rayne on the cement floor.] Justin Hellock - Rayne takes one hell of a shot to the floor. Goliath and Octavius came here to earn respect today, and that is how you do it. [The duo slides Rayne into the ring as Donovan Cross attacks Octavius from behind and Ock stumbles forward over the barrier. Goliath turns around and Cross attempts to irish whip him into the steel steps, but Goliath reverses. Cross jumps and lands on the steps, backflipping off and taking down Goliath!] Mike Weathers - My gawd! Justin Hellock - Cross with a great display of his athleticism! [Inside the ring, Terry Woods follows Rayne in and instead of going for a cover, lifts up Rayne and kicks him in the gut. He sets him up..] Mike Weathers - Woods is looking for his PHASE OUT! [Rayne slings around, locking up Woods...] Justin Hellock - But Rayne slides out..he's looking for the RAYNE FALL! [Woods pushes Rayne back into the turnbuckle. Rayne rests there gingerly as Woods catches a breath. Woods runs towards him but Rayne knocks him down with a turnbuckle aided frontkick. Woods falls to the mat and Rayne steps up on the turnbuckle.] Mike Weathers - Rayne is going up top! Big time move upcoming! [The people scream as Rayne comes off with the RAYNE DROP!...] [FINISHER POP!] __AAAAAAHHHHH__ Justin Hellock - But Terry Woods rolls out of the way! That could have put Woods out of this one for sure! [Rayne hops to his feet slowly, having missed the big time legdrop. Woods steps up, kicks Rayne...] [FINISHER POP!] Justin Hellock - PHASE OUT! Mike Weathers - Woods dropped him! 1... 2... KICKOUT! Mike Weathers - GOOD GOD! Justin Hellock - I can't believe what I saw. Rayne kicked out of Terry Woods' own finishing move! Mike Weathers - I've always known Rayne to be tough...but damnit what does it take to keep him down? First Unforgiven and his army...now this! [Woods gets up, angry as all hell and slides outside the ring, grabbing a steel chair from ringside. He slides back into the ring.] Justin Hellock - Woods is taking the law into his own hands! Mike Weathers - Well; maybe this will be what it takes to keep Rayne down! [The ref sees it immediately, but Woods shoves him away. Rayne begins to stir...] Mike Weathers - I don't know what to say...this isn't exactly in the spirit of competition! [Donovan slides into the ring..] Justin Hellock - Don is into the ring...spear to Woods! [Woods drops the chair and it falls to the ground. Donovan gets up quickly, hammering Woods before standing completely and leaping to the top rope.] Justin Hellock - Donovan is signaling for it! He could change the momentum of the... Mike Weathers - Watchout! Goliath is on the apron! [Goliath grabs Donovan across the throat..CHOKESLAMMING him off of the turnbuckle to the mat!] Mike Weathers - What a move! What a move! Justin Hellock - Donovan has been taken out...and now Goliath is climbing the ropes! Mike Weathers - I've seen alot...but this is going to be ugly! [Rayne stands as Goliath is climbing, and picks up the chair. SHHWACKK! He connects with a giant shot to the, well, giant.] Justin Hellock - Rayne knocks the biggest man in this matchup off of the ropes before he could his his big top rope move. Rayne did it like nothing! [Rayne drops the chair out of the ring at Goliath and turns around..kick to the gut by Woods whom finishes it with another PHASE OUT!!] Justin Hellock - Terry Woods is back up and he took out Rayne with Phase Out! [ANTICIPATING POP!] Mike Weathers - Will he get the three this time?! 1... 2... 3... Mike Weathers - He got him! Rayne is going home! [DING DING DING!] Justin Hellock - But what a performance put on Rayne today. He did it all...just couldn't put the exclamation on it out here. Mike Weathers - And Team UWF is leading 4 guys to two! Two cruiserweights as Well! [SUPER HUGE RAYNE APPRECIATION SOCIETY POP!] Justin Hellock - That is a significant disadvantage right now. Goliath and Woods are going to be very difficult to beat now. [Woods finally tags out, to the very fresh Octavius Giovanni. Ock steps into the ring as Black Widow raises a hand up as she helpd Rayne from the ring. Octavius oblidges.] Justin Hellock - Well, Black Widow is helping Rayne out of the ring and Octavius is being a gentleman and letting her... [Ock waits as Widow suddenly jumps at him, tackling him to the mat.] Justin Hellock - Now thats my definition of a hellcat! [Widow stands, tauning Octavius to get to his feet. He stands and she hits him with a dropkick that causes him to stagger backwards into the ropes. Widow follows it up with an irish whip and Cross makes a bling tag once again. Ock reverses Widow who grabs onto the opposing ropes. Cross spins Octavius around and kicks him in the knee. He follows it up with a back breaker.] Justin Hellock - Donovan Cross tagged himself in and is now taking it once again to Octavius Giovanni. Widow and Cross are just going to HAVE to try and keep going against the odds, quick tags and double teaming has got to be the key if they want to survive. [Cross goes to the mat, attempting to lock on camel clutch which Octavius slips away from, booting Cross in the face. Cross staggers and Octavius sweeps his knees. Octavius then takes him over with a body slam. Octavius locks on his own camel clutch..] Justin Hellock - Both of these superstars are very similar...technical, submission stars and Octavius locking on the same move that Donovan Cross wanted to execute. [Black Widow storms the ring, kicking Octavius off of Cross.] Mike Weathers - But Black Widow is being the difference maker and ensuring she isn't left by herself here in this match. Then she'd really be screwed. [Octavius stands, eyeing Black Widow and he bounces off of the ropes, knocking her off...] Mike Weathers - But she didn't deserve that! [Octavius turns around into a kick in the gut by Cross. He follows it up with a HOT DROP!] __THUUMP__ Justin Hellock - A reverse Elevated DDT and Octavius is out of this one! Mike Weathers - And Cross is looking to add more! He's going up top! [HIGH SPOT POP!] [Cross steps onto the ropes and this time with Goliath in the other corner, he flies off, connecting with a 450 SPLASH!] Justin Hellock - Big time move! Don may have hurt himself on the execution but a great move nonetheless! Mike Weathers - If he can make the cover here, Octavius Giovanni may be sent back home to the Midwest... [Cross staggers, holding his gut from the high impact move..as he drops down to make the cover..] 1... 2... [Woods breaks up the count!] Justin Hellock - Terry Woods ensures Team UWF remains with four stars! Mike Weahers - You can't condone that...but you cannot help but think its a bright idea. [Cross stands as the ref pushes Woods out of the ring. With his back turned, he tags in Widow whom double irish whip and they both lift Octavius up...] Mike Weathers - Strategic double team by Team EWC! Justin Hellock - But Octavius scores with a DDT! Mike Weathers - Hellacious! [Cross slides from the ring as Octavius and Widow both get back to their feet simultaneously. Both cruisers are thinking the same and attempt to get the other in a Suplex, however Ock with the size advantage bullies Widow aside and takes her down with a rolling neckbreaker. She hits the mat hard, and Octavius stays right at it, snapping Widow's arm back up and drags her to the corner turnbuckle.] Justin Hellock - Octavius is now holding Widow in a submission while climbing the ropes and this will not be pretty whatsoever. [As Octavius walks, Black Widow gets her arm out of the hold and leaps up to the ropes as well...] Mike Weathers - Both stars now balancing on the top rope! They could fall back..or forth..or on their heads on the cement! [Black Widow strikes Octavius in the gut as the fans watch with anticipation...as she leaps, wrapping her legs around Octavius and they both fly down to the canvas...] Mike Weathers - HURRACANRANA! From the top! [Widow flies to the mat as Octavius flies directly on top of her..] Justin Hellock - A mad display from an unbalanced rope...and now both of them are down smack on the mat! [Widow and Giovanni both lay out on the mat...a hand draped across both of them.] [POP!] Mike Weathers - DOUBLE COUNT! 1... 2... [WHAT THE? POP!] 3... Justin Hellock - The ref has counted them both out! They both rolled out just around three! [DING DING DING DING DING DING!] Mike Weathers - My god that was close...but I think they are both going home! [The crowd does not agree with the call and begins to boo the ref.] Justin Hellock - Now that was a controversial call. Mike Weathers - It was close...I thought Black Widow may have gotten her shoulder up! Justin Hellock - Well, unless they reverse the decision, and I don't see that happening, I think it is now one on three! Mike Weathers - Things are not looking up for Donovan Cross right now! [Cross looks on as Widow and Giovanni are moved out of the ring. He gets is as Goliath steps in with him, the same mismatch we seen earlier. Cross runs at Goliath, sliding through his legs and standing behind him. He hammers him in the back, but Goliath isn't phased and turns around, yanking Cross and tossing him five feet across the ring.] Mike Weathers - I feel bad...very bad for Donovan Cross right now. He has already been through a hell of a fight, and the UWF is proving a hell of alot today. This was just not EWC's day.. [Cross stands back up, adjusting his strategy as he comes off of the ropes at Goliath and attempts to take him down with a clothesline, again Goliath unphased. Woods then goes downstairs with a shot..] Justin Hellock - Low blow! [GROAN!] Mike Weathers - Effective move! Goliath is stunned..HOT DROP! [Woods is launched into the canvas with the move after the low blow. With jeers flying from the crowd, Donovan makes the cover..] 1... 2... KICKOUT! Mike Weathers - Goliath kicks out! Donovan Cross may be in real trouble now! Justin Hellock - Your right, because Goliath is not happy about that one. [The crowd is behind the large Goliath who gets to his knees. Cross does not waste a second debating the call with the ref as he hits a front dropkick to the chin of Goliath. Goliath goes down and Cross comes off of the ropes, springboarding with a legdrop on top of Goliath.] Justin Hellock - Don is doing everything in his power right now to keep Goliath grounded. He has to. If he is to eliminate three men, though, he's going to have to do it as sneak and as fast as he can. [Cross is thrown off Goliath as he attempts a cover, and he waits as Goliath pulls himself up using the ropes. He attempts a super kick...but Goliath evades, tossing Cross over the top rope and to the floor.] Mike Weathers - He cannot eliminate them out there. Brilliant strategy by the UWF team that is in full control. Keep Cross out of the ring and he'll have no chance to win. [Goliath follows him out, and grabs him by the head, tossing him into the barrier at ringside. Goliath stands back, rushing Cross with again, but Cross snaps him in the head with a jumping uppercut.] Justin Hellock - Cross showing his power! Goliath never seen that coming! [Cross leaps on top of the barrier, again launching himself at Goliath with a cross body and drives Goliath to the cement.] Mike Weathers - Cross isn't through by a looong shot! He has taken down Goliath here on the outside and that could be the turning point! [Cross slide Goliath into the ring as best he can, as he waits for Goliath to get up and takes him down with another springboard dropkick, this time perfectly executed...] Justin Hellock - Cover by Cross! 1... 2... KICKOUT! Mike Weathers - But once again Goliath refuses to stay down! Justin Hellock - And Cross grows more and more fustrated as this matchup wears on. [Cross stands, kicking Goliath as he stands and attempting to remain in control. Cross hammers Goliath, kicking him in the shin, thigh, chest. Goliath doesn't go down, and catches Cross on his last jumping cresent kick attempt..] Mike Weathers - He caught him! [Goliath buries him with a modified spinebuster. He then tags in Azrael.] Justin Hellock - Goliath tags out and now Cross is in a world of more trouble. The young Azrael is the fresh man without a doubt. [Azrael springs to the top rope, leaping and hitting a Swinging Tornado DDT out of thin air!] Justin Hellock - Azrael is a hell of a luchadore! Big time move and this could be the end! 1... 2... KICKOUT! Justin Hellock - Cross kicks out! Mike Weathers - It was a tremendous high risk move and it paid off..Azrael only needs one big move from the way I see it and this one is over. [Azrael lifts up Cross, and comes back off of the ropes, rolling and takes out Cross' knees, forcing him to flip forward to the ground. Azrael comes off of the other ropes and Cross leaps it as best he can, Azrael staggering forward and cross connected with a big kick to the face!] Mike Weathers - Cross isn't a big guy..but he makes Azrael look like a midget out there! [Azrael grabs his masked face and gets up slowly. Cross connects with a powerful blow to the face and then kicks him unrelentlessly. Azrael is stuck back in the corner.] Mike Weathers - Once again, Cross has regained control and is keeping Azrael away from his corner at all costs. [He picks up Azrael, hooking him in a double underhook Suplex, swinging him in the air..however Azrael flips over his shoulder in one swift reversal..] Justin Hellock - Azrael escapes... [..and executs a Shoulder mounted cross arm Suplex!] Justin Hellock -...and a big time move! Cross should be done after this! 1... 2... KICKOUT! Mike Weathers - Cross refuses to give in! He powers out one more time! [Azrael stands, a bit fustrated as Cross steps to one knee, sweat pouring from his face. Azrael lifts him, irish whipping him into the corner and lifts him up in the turncukle.] Justin Hellock - We seen this before...Azrael does his most powerful moves off of the top rope and these type can really end a man's career. [Azrael drags Cross up, attempting to lock him up..but Cross refuses to go down..hammering Azrael in the gut..] [POP!] __SNAAAAP__ Justin Hellock - Cross is fighting back...Diamond Dust from the top! Azrael was knocked straight to the mat! [Cross comes down hard atop Azrael as the fans scream their delight. He drapes an arm across Azrael...] 1... 2... [IT'S OVER POP!] KICKOUT! Justin Hellock - And now Azrael kicks out! Mike Weathers - What does it take to keep this team down? Octavius would hardly go down and now Azrael refuses to! [Cross gets up once again, fustrated and tired. Azrael begins getting to his feet and Donovan hits him with a right hand. Azrael leans on the ropes..and Cross goes for another and Az boots him in the side. Cross staggers, Azrael comes at him but Cross counters into THE BURNING HAMMER!] Mike Weathers - Azrael doesn't slip away this time! HELLOCK: Could Azrael finally be put away?! 1... 2... 3... Justin Hellock - Yes, Azrael stays down! Cross has made one elimination out of three! Mike Weathers - I cannot believe he made one! Look at him now, he is as worn as any star can get right now and has nobody to tag to. The Heavyweights of team UWF, Goliath and Terry Woods remain, and Woods has had a long time to take a breather. Justin Hellock - And thats who is coming in versus Cross...with a nice grin on his face. Mike Weathers - And why not? He's got the size advantage...and Team UWF is really seeming like the powerhouse right now, not Team EWC by a long shot. Justin Hellock - You are correct on that assessment. [Cross begins to get up as Woods comes in, taking him down with a boot shot to the side of the head. Woods then lifts him right back up, hammering the fatigued star with a right hand that knocks him into the corner turnbuckle. Woods steps back...driving his shoulder into Don's gut.] Justin Hellock - Don is in it deep. How do you beat Terry Woods, especially when you are tired? He could use his quickness..or wrestling moves, but he is too tired to take down someone Woods' size without hurting himself. [Woods then irish whips Cross across the ring, as Cross leaps to the top ropes one more time..flying backwards at Woods...] Mike Weathers - Cross with a laast ditch move! Justin Hellock - But Woods catches him! Cross is going to eat with with a powerslam to the mat! [Cross screams out as he is crushed to the mat and Woods makes the cover...] 1... 2... KICKOUT! Mike Weathers - Cross stays alive once again! [Woods doesn't panic as he lifts Cross, tossing him into Goliath's boot which has been lifted onto the apron. Woods tags in Goliath, who takes Cross back down to the mat with a Pendulum Backbreaker!] Mike Weathers - Cross is back on the mat...once again, and it cannot be much longer now. 1... 2... KICKOUT!! Mike Weathers - Unbelievable! Team UWF is having a hard time putting away one man! [Goliath stands back up as Cross lays on the mat and the giant revieves a load of cheers as he climbs the ropes..] Justin Hellock - Goliath back on the top! [Taunts...] Mike Weathers - This is going to be bad. I don't wanna watch! This move broke a man's arm! [FINISHER POP!] [Flies with the FALLING GIANT...] Mike Weathers - Cross moves! Goliath takes himself out on the mat! My god he would have been crushed! [Goliath falls to the mat and stumbles upon weakened knees now. Cross stands, sweeping the weakened knees and Goliath falls to his knees.] Mike Weathers - Donovan has the huge man at his mercy right now! [Cross runs off of the ropes, hitting Goliath with a back elbow that sends him into the corner. Woods makes a blind tag and jumps in..] Mike Weathers - Cross is on fire now... [He swings at Woods with all he has and Woods ducks...kicking Cross in the gut.] [ANTISPATION POP!] Justin Hellock - Here comes another Phase Out! ___BAAAAAAAANG___ [And Woods delivers one hell of a PHASE OUT to the mat which puts Cross out...] Mike Weathers - My god this could be the final end! 1... 2... 3... [DING DING!] Justin Hellock - What a finish! Goliath and Woods advance for Team UWF! Mike Weathers - Cross refused to say die...but Terry Woods puts on the finishing touches for a brilliant team UWF performance that saw just about everything a normal falls match can expect! [Woods raises his arms into the air, celebrating the victory. Goliath remains struggling to stand.] "The Hardcore King Is Back!" [The arena fills with the hiss of static. The guitar and drums have been cut out just so you can hear those few words. As this is taken place the letters "T'D'H" stand out on the screen above the entrance ramp. An eerie feeling over comes the arena.] # I've told you this once before # You can't control me # If you try to take me down [Ah, now the guitar hits it's first riff of the actual song, "I stand alone" by God Smack.] # You're gonna break # I feel your every nothing that you're doing for me # I'm picking you outta me # You run away # I stand alone # Inside # I stand alone # You're always hiding behind your so called Goddess # So what? [Mike takes his first steps out from behind the curtains, in one hand he holds his horse head cane and in the other a sheet of papers.] Justin Hellock - What is he doing out here? Mike Weathers - To watch his cousin kick the hell out of the UWF. Justin Hellock - Think about what you just said and then get back to me. [Mike walks down the ramp, barely using his cane.] Mike Weathers - Did you see that, he isn't using his cane! It's on his own accord! # You don't think that we can see your face? # Resurrected [He makes his way to the announce table and tosses the papers at the team. His smile twists!] Justin Hellock - IT'S his Release PAPERS! Mike Weathers - Let me see those! [He scans them over quickly.] Mike Weathers - Mike Sloan has arrived back in the WfWA. # Back before the final fallen # I'll never rest until I can make my own way # I'm not afraid of fading # I stand alone # Feeling your sting down inside of me # I'm not dying for it # I stand alone # Everything that I believe is fading # I stand alone # Inside # I stand alone # Now it's my time [The Dark Horse mounts the steps of the ring, cane in >hand. He looks at Woods and grins.] # Now it's my time # It's my time to dream # My time to dream # Dream of the sky # Dream of the sky # Make me believe [Woods rushes Mike.] Justin Hellock - IT'S NOT A HOAX! [They look at each other.] Justin Hellock - He just sent Woods over the rope and onto the floor! [Donovan is quick to dive onto Woods as Mike makes his way!] # That this place is invaded # By the poison in me # Help me decide if my fire will burn out # Before you can breathe # Breathe into me # I stand alone # Inside # I stand alone # Feeling your sting down inside me # I'm not dying for it # I stand alone # Everything that I believe is fading # I stand alone # Inside # I stand alone # Inside # I stand alone # Inside I stand alone Inside [Mike walks to his turnbuckle and places his boot across the throat of Terry Woods. Donovan hands Mike the microphone.] Mike Sloan - Mr. Woods is it? [He takes off his glasses and his cold blue eyes pierce through the fans.] Mike Sloan: I smell it Terry, I smell your fear! This blind dumbass isn't blind is he? So who is ignorant now! [He continues to apply pressure to the throat.] Mike Sloan - I didn't come out here to beat your ass kid-o. I didn't come out here to still Donovan's thunder. I was happy fading away in the dark, I wanted my legend to die! But, ignorant fucks, like yourself couldn't have it! [He takes his foot off of Woods' throat. Woods' rubs his neck gingerly.] Mike Sloan - So now I am back! [Mike watches as Terry tries to move away, but only to run into a stiff kick from Donovan.] Mike Sloan: Terry, I was beating Wolf's ass when he was a pup of a bitch! I was smacking guys like you around when you thought you had a hair in your pubic region! I am the reason why the WFWA is even around for you to wrestle in! I am what C.J Rowell wishes he never met. I am what the NeWA is afraid of! I was here before you and I will be here after you! [He chokes up on his cane. He stares at it.] Mike Sloan - NONE OF YOU.... [Points to the rafter and the audience.] Mike Sloan - Could ever dream of being! [He swings his cane and connects with a thud on the skull of Terry Woods!] [The lights flicker red and then out to black.] Justin Hellock - Turn the lights back on, I have to watch Sloan! Mike Weathers - Open your eyes! He's gone.... Justin Hellock - MIKE SLOAN IS BACK! [With Sloan gone, Cross is left alone in the ring as Goliath rushes in and tosses him over the rope, checking on Terry Woods shortly thereafter.] Justin Hellock - I can't believe Sloan is back...dammit, he screwed the NeWA with his release and he's come back to the WfWA! Mike Weathers - But where will he end up? Which region will snare The Dark Horse? Justin Hellock - I...Mike...he came here to get away from the NeWA...but coming up next we have NeWA facing off against the boys from the Silver State! Mike Weathers - Maybe that's why he chose tonight to show up Justin, to give one final Up Yours to his former company! [The giant video wall slowly flickers into life to a CRAZY cheer from the fans, expectant of some words of wisdom from the back.] Justin Hellock - That's the NeWA now, I guess they have some words to say to Mike Sloan! ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [In camera shot comes a door with a sign on it the door reads 'NeWA' clearly it's the locker room of team NeWA competing at Summer Games.] [Into camera shot comes Dave Bergoin and the New Samoans, Mafu & Kong. Carrying huge metal barrels, on the side of the cans it reads 'TEAR GAS' in big painted red letters.] Bergoin - Well guys you ready to get your revenge? [Mafu & Kong nod.] Mafu - Sure as hell we are, they made us damn unpopular back in NGWA. [From bag slung over his shoulder Bergoin produces a hose and a gas mask for each of them he hands one each to Mafu & Kong and places the other over his own head, applies the hose to the top of the barrel, gas pump on the top of the Barrel.] [Mafu and Kong grabs the door and Bergoin starts spraying the locker room with Tear Gas. Those inside start falling to the floor in agony, it's extra strong stuff.] [Cut to Ricky Taverna stood in front of the SSW banner which has been hung over the top of the WfWA one backstage somewhere.] Taverna - You see that. The whole bunch of them brought to their knee's in tears. Crying like little babies. [Taverna smirks.] Taverna - Well you'll see in just a little while as I Ricky Taverna, with or without the help of fellow SSW Cumstains Dane, Jax and Saunders. [Taverna strokes his chin thinking.] Taverna - Well I'm not a cumstain but they are. [Again he smirks.] Taverna - As I the Silver State Wrestling, Nevada's Heavyweight Champion bring that collective bunch of Genetic Freaks and so called Wrestlers to their knee again in tears, sending them packing to Chicago with their tails between their legs. [A slight chuckle.] Taverna - Life's a game of chance and their luck just ran out. [Cut elsewhere.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [Camera fades to the outside of Andy Boland's locker room. Kevin Cage nods to Shawn Peters and Damon Johnson as the camera switches to them, they both rush the door with Kevin following behind shortly with a chair, standing outside.] [Heel Heat] [Kevin leans up against the wall smirking] Kevin - In 3...2...1 [Just then Andy emerges from his locker room door] ___SSMMMMMMMAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKK___ [Kevin threw down the chair, laughing as Shawn and Damon walk out of the locker room holding their heads. Kevin motions for them to go as Andy stirs] Kevin - Predictable Chode... [Kevin spits on Andy, then walks off with the scene fading.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= Justin Hellock - HOLY... Mike Weathers - ANDY BOLAND JUST GOT NAILED! Justin Hellock - That just leaves C.J. Rowell for Cage to get to, if I was in Rowell's shoes I'd be locking that locker room door of mine and calling in some favours from his friends in the back. Mike Weathers - But Justin, did you see SSW's Ricky Taverna! He just gassed the NeWA locker room! Will they even be able to make it out here, not that I'd be upset to see all of them choking on their asses for half an hour instead! Justin Hellock - That'd be like a fine wine Mike, it'd get better with time! Mike Weathers - Ok...word in my ear has said that NeWA have busted down their door and, well, they, they're threatening to tear the place up if they don't get some time out. Justin Hellock - Um...we got anything left to roll? Mike Weathers - Let 'em go for Chris'sakes, we dont need them here! Justin Hellock - Ok, flashback time to the last edition of Nevada's Just Another Night which ended with a massive brawl against this NeWA team... ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== Adam Knight just lost to Matt Saunders but he was joined by the NeWA team members who looked set to do some damage to Saunders. Not tonight though as the ENTIRE SSW roster stormed down the ring... Hold your ears because THIS is deafening, The Only Star powers towards the ring but who will it be? Taverna or the NWA... ...DDT on VIC VARY! RIGHT HAND TO ADAM KNIGHT... Welcome to Nevada boys! The ring is a mess of chairs and brawling superstars, chaos at ringside as SyNn brawls with BZA's goon Iron Head... STAR DRIVER_STAR DRIVER_STAR DRIVER on Ken Janen... It's utter carnage as the brawl continues, the fans at ringside begin to hurdle in and get involved as 'the casino' erupts into a BIG ASS free for all... VICIOUS BURST ON JAX by Vic Vary! _THWACK_ _THWACK_ _THWACK_ Chairshots a plenty from...anyone of the dozen people who have a chair! The casino is roaring, heaving, pounding with the sounds of an all out war until FINALLY Adam Knight and his crew regroup outside the ring. Their eyes are locked on the fierce faces that stare down at them, all UNITED. We fade out to the symbolic unity of the ENTITE SSW roster staring down at the team from the NeWA! ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= Justin Hellock - Heh, I like it, that's there 10 second time out. That's our end held up, time for them to come out here and get their asses kicked! Mike Weathers - You betch'ya! Man, SSW kicked their ass that night! Lets hope they can do it again live on Pay Per View! Justin Hellock - Well...I dont know about you Mike but this is my pick for the winning team. Mike Weathers - What is..? Justin Hellock - The next match Mike, whoever comes out of this is going to go and win this whole damn thing. [Close-up on the commentators.] Mike Weathers - You can't pick both teams, that's cheating. But, you can guarantee that EVERY single guy in the back will be crowded around a monitor watching this...there is more to this than just Summer Games. Besides, didn't you pick WWW at the top of the show? Justin Hellock - WfWA versus NeWA...SSW versus NeWA! Mike Weathers - For the first time EVER! [The arena lights dim down, the video wall flickers slightly with a jagged white line through the middle] [A double drumbeat rocks the line up and down.] Greg Fogelman - Coming out first from the state of Nevada, representing Silver State Wrestling and comprising of former TWO time WfWA World Champion Eric Dane... [A glimmer of a guitar riff.] [ROOF RAISING POP FOR DANE!] Greg Fogelman - Former United States Champion JAX! Current SSW Heavyweight Champion Ricky Taverna and 'Showtime' Matt Saunders THIS IS S_S_W! V/O - "Crank the music up" [The video wall slowly fades up the 3 letters associated with WfWA:Nevada and the entrance way is bathed in strobe lighting revealing the 4 silhoueetes of the team, all have their arms to their sides, fists obviously clenched. A crash of drums and the curtain is pulled back as RATM's 'Take The Power Back' kicks in.] # Bring that shit in! Uggh! # Yeah, the movement's in motion with mass militant poetry # Now check this out...uggh! # In the right light, study becomes insight # But the system that dissed us # Teaches us to read and right [The figures stand motionless, still presented to us as silhouettes as smoke billows out from behind them. The video wall kicks into life with a slick montage of clips starting with a shot of SSW Supremo Richard Mekka standing behind a podium before quickly blazing through to: !Star Driver on Ricky Taverna! !Ladder into the throat of Dane by the Armani Army! !Jax nailing The Legend Maker with a chair to his chest! !Saunders pinning Dan Danger after a DVD across a chair! The figure standing on the far left steps forwards to a HUGE cheer. Matt Saunders looks dead into the camera as it swings towards him appearing nothing short of his 'Showtime' persona. As we swing around him we pick up on the symbolic tattoo's on each of his shoulders and the sparkling blue of his eyes. He cocks his head back, flicking his long black hair away from his finely sculpted face before raising an arm to another HUGE cheer.] # So called facts are fraud # They want us to allege and pledge # And bow down to their God # Lost the culture, the culture lost # Spun our minds and through time # Ignorance has taken over # Yo, we gotta take the power back! # Bam! Here's the plan # Motherfuck Uncle Sam # Step back, I know who I am # Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear # It's the beats and the lyrics they fear # The rage is relentless # We need a movement with a quickness # You are the witness of change # And to counteract # We gotta take the power back [Second in from the left now as out from the pulsating light steps Jax. Around his waist is the impressive SSW Liberty Bell Title, the strobe effects bounce off of it like arrows as we focus in on his face. A cocky smirk greets the camera as Jax nods his head along with the drumbeat of the music. He stands slightly taller than Saunders but appears somewhat younger. He has his brown hair cut short and wears a pair of elbowpads to match his black pants.] # Yeah, we gotta take the power back # Come on, come on! # We gotta take the power back [The arena is lit up along the asile way with an elaborate onrush of pyro which shoots up over the video wall which is still running through the headbumps and highspots from past SSW shows, strongly focussing on the 4 members of its stallwart team.] # The present curriculum # I put my fist in 'em # Eurocentric every last one of 'em # See right through the red, white and blue disguise # With lecture I puncture the structure of lies # Installed in our minds and attempting # To hold us back # We've got to take it back # 'Cause holes in our spirit causin' tears and fears # One-sided stories for years and years and years # I'm inferior? Who's inferior? # Yea, we need to check the interior # Of the system that cares about only one culture # And that is why # We gotta take the power back [From the far right, Ricky Taverna steps forwards. Slung across his broad shoulder is the SSW Heavuweight Title. Unashamedly smugly, Taverna past the title whilst casting a glance to Eric Dane. He turns back and rolls the shoulder. Much of his face is decievingly hidden behind an unshaven beard, thick sideboards and strands of his medium length blonde hair that hangs down to the base of his nose. Under his right eye is a thick scar. His appearence doesn't strike as a proven grappler, torn off white shirt, black pants and standard issue boots but regardless, this is the man to have kept Eric Dane at bay for the past months.] # Yeah, we gotta take the power back # Come on, come on! # We gotta take the power back [One man left, his head is bowed still but the fans know who he is and are going stir crazy waiting for 'The Only Star' to step forwards. A second run of bright white pyro erupts from behind him as he steps forwards.] # Hey yo check, we're gonna have to break it, break it, break it down # Awww shit! # Uggh! # And like this...uggh! # Come on, yeah! Bring it back the other way! [The Only Star is a commanding figure. His body is defined but not overly, his face snarls but not forcibly, his eyes glare an icy blue in the light. He jerks his face up to the camera to a WILD cheer and snarls back. His hair is tied back in a ponytail, a dirty died blonde in hue. Slowly he runs a tongue along his lips before raising both arms to a DEAFENING reaction. Ever the image of a superstar, he wears a black SSW Logo T-Shirt with 'ONLY STAR' across his shoulders, a tired, beaten old leather jacket studded with chains. This is Eric Dane, who the hell are you?] # The teacher stands in front of the class # But the lesson plan he can't recall # The student's eyes don't perceive the lies # Bouncing off every fucking wall # His composure is well kept # I guess he fears playing the fool # The complacent students sit and listen to some of that # Bullshit that he learned in school [Uniformly they stand together for a few seconds as the jet of pyro shoots above and over them, dieing out before it can hit the rampway. They stride forward, Saunders with his hand outstretched to the fans. Dane spearheads them to the ring pacing quicker and quicker.] # Europe ain't my rope to swing on # Can't learn a thing from it # Yet we hang from it # Gotta get it, gotta get it together then # Like the motherfuckin' weathermen # To expose and close the doors on those who try # To strangle and mangle the truth # 'Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react # We gotta take the power back [Saunders slides under the bottom rope followed by Jax. Eric Dane paces slowly before walking up the ringsteps, he checks back across the apron to Ricky Taverna who reacts with a 'pleasentry' before stepping through the ropes. All four men go to a corner before climbing up and throwing an arm in the air to a HUGE ovation.] # Yeah, we gotta take the power back # Come on, come on! # We gotta take the power back [Slowly the music fades out and the team prepares for action.] Justin Hellock - Man, quite the entrance for SSW and I think its safe to say they are unified against the NeWA but they are going to have to top that to get any further against a team that...well, boasts some of the finest talent in the world. Mike Weathers - Justin, take a look at the SSW team, 3 of them are household names, 1 of them has got a reputation that precedes him and he showed it by organising the GASSING of his opponents moments before their match! Justin Hellock - You mean Taverna...he's the weak link Mike, he's a rookie at this game. He's barely got 10 matches under his belt, how can we expect him to stand up against a team that...well, you know. Mike Weathers - You forget that the belt he has only 10 matches under is the SSW Heavyweight Title... Justin Hellock - YA-BOO Sucks Mike, he was given it by the man behind the man in charge if you see what I mean, he's on his own now. Mike Weathers - But he's still got it and Dane, legend, Jax, legend maker, Saunders...may well come out of SG3 as a legend. [Cut to Greg Fogleman standing in the centre of the ring, already he is being bathed in a discontented heel heat because you and I both know what his next words will be.] Greg Fogelman - And their opponents...electing to come out as a team...here is...Team ENNNNNNNNN-DUUUUBBBBBBBBYA-EHHHHHHHHHHH! [Commence with the booing and the lights dropping as a hard guitar riff from "One you Love To Hate" by Halford and Bruce Dickinson hits us.] [The entrance fills with strobing yellow light, revealing a muscular silhouette striding forward. The arena lights fade up to offer an unhindered view of the NWA World Heavyweight Champion -- "The Heartbeat of Canada" Ken Jansen. No hesitation -- the crowd bombards him with voluble jeering. He has not exactly endeared himself to the WFWA in the short time he's been here.] [Jansen's presence is compelling, commanding, like he owns the damn place. He wears a black singlet with gold trim, adorned on the hips and chest with a maple leaf-and-EKG symbol; black pads; and white-and-black boots. He sports a head of short sandy-blond hair, and a pair of rimless mirrored sunglasses sits perched on his nose, sparkling from innumerable camera flashes.] [Valentine comes up beside him, clad in wrestling gear identical to Jansen's, her blonde hair hanging between her shoulderblades in a long braid. She flashes a devilish grin.] [Together, Jansen and Valentine sweep a bold glance across the arena. The atmosphere is nothing short of electric.] [Immediately afterwards, he's followed by Vic Vary, dressed in his typical wrestling attire. Adam Knight follows suit, also in his wrestling attire. The difference is, Vic looks ready to go, while Adam has this unpleasant scowl on his face.] [And then, the strobing lights go from yellow to red as six men step out behind them. And almost INSTANTLY, the boos cascade down on the NWA Executive Board member and his henchmen as they walk out onto the stage. Together, all eleven of them makes for a full stage, and the garbage being thrown their way doesn't make it any prettier.] [Undaunted, together team NWA strides to the ring, looking more like a gang than a team. All eleven of them slide into the ring, and Team SSW, wisely, bails to the floor. Each man of the main team from the NWA hits a corner. Knight just stands on the second rope, scowling, but the rest of Team NWA raises their hands and soaks in the boos coming their way.] [The four of them all descend from their perches. All seven managers exit the ring. Team NWA is ready.] Mike Weathers - DAYUM~! That is a HELL of a team...Ken Jansen is, in my eyes, one of the TOP guys in this business, same goes for Vic Vary... Justin Hellock - Shuttup Mike, you're rooting for the bad guys in this. Mike Weathers - Hell, I'm just shooting how it is Justin. That is a hell of a team and with the...ahem...differences between all 4 of the SSW team... Justin Hellock - You want to talk about differences, hell, take a look at the NeWA as well Mike...Adam Knight has been forced out of retirement to compete in this match by Black Zack Andrews... Mike Weathers - He sure has, that hasn't sat to well with Joey Tesauro the kid Knight has been managing over here in the WfWA. Justin Hellock - Oh hell yeah it hasn't, did you see what the NGWA boys did to BZA? Man...I thought The Whirlybirdz were the only demo derby drivers around. [The 4 man team from Nevada are gathered at ringside. The thought of stepping into the ring with Ken Jansen, the almost unbeatable NeWA World Champion isn't the most welcoming of prospects, especially when looking across the ring and seeing Vic Vary, barely defeated during the past year, Adam Knight in his last ever match and Black Zack Andrews...sure, he was driven off of a damn cliff less than a week ago but his ensemble of goons weren't.] Mike Weathers - I think...well, Matt Saunders has stepped up into the ring, looks like he wants a piece of the NeWA World Champion. This is a match made in heaven folks; these are two of the best mat wrestlers in the world... Justin Hellock - Time to step up to the plate... Mike Weathers - Can you IMAGINE the pressure on all these guys, two alliances coming together for the first time...EVER! Justin Hellock - No-one wants to go home from this match, not this one... Mike Weathers - RIGHT! RIGHT! RIGHT! [At the sight of Saunders coming into the ring, Jansen wastes no time and immediately drives his fists into the temple of Saunders dropping him with a rising knee.] Justin Hellock - Man...that'll knock you for six! Mike Weathers - Irish Whip on Matt Saunders. [IMPACT POP!] __KARUNCH__ [Saunders is turned inside out with a clothesline which snaps his head against the canvas. He tries to get to his feet but Jansen is right back on top of him with a DDT!] Justin Hellock - I bet Saunders is wishing he'd let Dane lead the charge now. Jansen is...well...awesome. Mike Weathers - He's the best guy in the NeWA Hellock, of course he is but look at the SSW team and you'll find maybe the best guy in our alliance, Eric Dane. Justin Hellock - Well, Saunders has seen him and is crawling along the ropes to try to make the tag. [Jansen struts across the other side of the ring before running at Saunders...] __KARAACK__ Mike Weathers - WOWZA~! Sliding dropkick to the side of Matt Saunders' head just knocking him straight under the ropes to the outside with a bump. Dane is wanting in... [FACE POP!] Justin Hellock - But the referee is having none of it, who gave that chump control? Mike Weathers - He's the official...it's his job! [ULTRA FACE POP] Justin Hellock - That's what ya' get for standing in the way of Eric Dane, Dane storms the ring and shoves the referee aside! [SUPER MASSIVE TWO ICONS GOING AT IT POP] Mike Weathers - RIGHT HAND FROM DANE! RETURN FROM JANSEN! RIGHT! RIGHT! EYE RAKE FROM JANSEN! Justin Hellock - That'll do it...Ken Jansen tries the Irish Whip. [REVERSAL POP] Mike Weathers - Dane has it scouted though, Jansen hangs on to the top rope... [And? Like that'll stop Eric Dane, the 'Only Star' charges forwards and takes Jansen over the top with a clothesline. The pair tumble to the concrete where team NeWA dive on him...] [HEEEL HEAT] Justin Hellock - Uh-oh [POP!] Mike Weathers - RICKY TAVERNA AND JAX COMING TO HELP! Justin Hellock - The words Taverna, Dane and Help just dont fit in the same sentence. Mike Weathers - This is Summer Games for Chris'sakes... [As Dane is getting the snot stomped out of him at ringside by, hell, about 12 different people that accompanied the NeWA boys to the ring Jax hooks his hands across the top ropes...] [CAMERA FLASH!] Justin Hellock - OVER THE TOP! [Jax flings himself straight over and lands in the huddle of people knocking several to the ground. Taverna slides under the bottom ropes and gets straight into a fist fight with one of BZA's goons.] Mike Weathers - Taverna tagging off on the BIG SAUCE MAN! Justin Hellock - The who? Mike Weathers - THE BIG SAUCE MAN! [As the two look at each other, a mild smirk across both of their faces Matt Saunders enters the fray to a POP~! he goes straight for Vic Vary who he has battled with in the past.] Justin Hellock - Damn, I know BZA has this God thing going on but...Big Sauce Man? That's as bad as being called Mr. Pink. Mike Weathers - Well...Taverna just kicked him down low which i guess tops off a pretty crappy life. [Jax rises from the pile of bodies that includes Jansen and Dane only to be BATTERED with a CHAIRSHOT from Adam Knight.] [WE KNOW HIM AND DONT KNOW WHAT TO THINK POP!] __THWACK__ __THWACK__ Justin Hellock - Knight just opened up Jax, the SSW Liberty Bell Champion is dropped like a two dollar hooker who won't go down. Mike Weathers - DANE! [FACE POP!] Justin Hellock - DANE JUST SPAN KNIGHT AROUND AND PUNCHED STRAIGHT THROUGH THE CHAIR! Mike Weathers - But here come BZA and his crew, swamping Dane...Omega Zero, Ninja Hare, Iron Head. Dane battles bravely for a few seconds before he pretty much just gets mugged. Justin Hellock - SSW are fighting off two teams here, this sucks. Mike Weathers - Damn dirty NeWA folks. [Saunders drags Vary away from the mess and runs him against the guard-rail to an OOOOOOOH from the fans. Jax staggers towards the duo and seems to call for Saunders to set something up.] Justin Hellock - Jax and Saunders have been exchanging verbals for the past month or so down in the Silver State but it looks as if they are fighting for the common good here. Mike Weathers - That's what it is going to take. [Saunders pulls Vary up by the scruff of his neck and pushes him towards Jax who lands a right hand.] Mike Weathers - BASH! Vary staggers back to Saunders, BASH! BASH! BASH! [Time for that good ol' human pinball as Vary wanders helplessly between the two SSW guys. Dane has somehow crawled up into the ring meanwhile, closely followed by Ken Jansen who is towing a chair behind him.] Justin Hellock - Dane is sprawling across the ring, he's taken a beating already and here comes Jansen...SHOT TO THE BACK! _THUMP_ Mike Weathers - Our official is trying to get that chair off of Jansen...I don't envy him that task. [POPPAGE!] __CLAAAANG__ Justin Hellock - TAVERNA FROM THE TOP! [The SSW Champion comes off of the top rope and lands a Spinning Heel Kick to the back of Ken Jansen as he raises the chair in the air, he staggers forwards and the chair comes back in his own face after hitting the top rope.] Mike Weathers - JANSEN BROUGHT INTO A... [AAAAAAH] Justin Hellock - DDT BY TAVERNA ON THE CHAIR! Mike Weathers - Taverna makes the cove- [The refere is saying NO!] Justin Hellock - He better not be bothering with that legal man crap! Mike Weathers - I think he is, he's...he's telling Taverna and Dane to get out of the ring! [ULTRA DISAPPOINTED POP] Justin Hellock - Jansen is the legal man for NeWA. I guess either Jax or Saunders is for the SSW team, probably Saunders because I've heard Jax Sucks. Mike Weathers - So he keeps telling everyone who'll listen at least. [Yes, that IS his angle.] [The referee leans over the ropes and shouts at Saunders who has managed a great score of 23,000,000 on VIC VARY PINBALL.] Justin Hellock - CRACK! One more for Vary as Saunders tries to get to the ring... ___AAAAARGHHH__ Mike Weathers - DROP TOE HOLD BY BZA! Justin Hellock - Saunders cracked his head on the ring apron, BZA... [TABLE POP!] Mike Weathers - Omega Zero just pulled a TABLE out from under the ring, why the hell do we store them there Justin? It always ends in tears. Justin Hellock - Saunders is beings set up on top of that table and...and...BLACK ZACK ANDREWS IS GOING UP TOP! Mike Weathers - He's ascending I guess! Justin Hellock - He should be dead! Joey Tesauro drove him off a damn cliff! [ANTICIPATING POP] ___CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHHHHH___ [HO-LY SHIT] Mike Weathers - BZA WITH A 450! Justin Hellock - HE WENT STRAIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE! [!EXTREME REPLAY! As BZA goes up to the top Eric Dane charges around the ringpost flattening Omega Zero with a Clothesline, BZA takes flight as Dane grabs the ankle of Matt Saunders pulling him backwards off of the table split seconds before impact.] Mike Weathers - He's dead now, that's for sure! Justin Hellock - DAMN! Oh well, I'll get over it but I'm not sure Eric Dane will, that's put a firecracker up the ass of Vic Vary who just flattened Jax on his way to The Only Star. Mike Weathers - Saunders is crawling back up into the ring now, we're back to the two that started this match off... [AAAAAAARGH] [Dane gets folded up by a Side Suplex on the outside courtesy of Vic Vary.] Justin Hellock - Saunders has got an arm draped over the motionless Ken Jansen! [PINFALL POP!] _1_ _2_ Mike Weathers - JANSEN GETS A SHOULDER UP! Justin Hellock - I thought he had him there, Mike, you can see how much it means to all of these guys. They just cannot afford to lose this match can they? Mike Weathers - When you bring a near army to the ring with you I think you make your intentions pretty clear. [Close up on BZA who is now sitting up against the ring apron, a slither of wooden table rests on his shoulder. His head is cocked to one side, his shoulders slumped.] Justin Hellock - Saunders has got back to his feet here and is slowly pulling Jansen up with him... [FIRST TAG POP] Mike Weathers - Saunders brings in Taverna and the SSW Champion drops an elbow across the back of the NeWA World Champion. Jansen is rocked down to one knee. Justin Hellock - DANE! HE JUST GOT SLAMMED FACE FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST! [Quick cut to the outside where Dane is indeed staggering back clutching his face. Vary stalks from behind before again DUMPING him with a Side Suplex.] Mike Weathers - Taverna want's out of the ring again but Saunders is in no shape to accept the tag. Ricky Taverna...he's in this on his own for now at least. [Taverna begins to pepper the back of Jansen's head before straightening him up and trying an Irish Whip only to get dragged straight back into Knee to the gut.] Justin Hellock - PILEDRIVER ON TAVERNA! Mike Weathers - Compressing his neck, Jansen dumped Taverna and...the cover is made! _1_ _2_ [KICKOUT POP!] Mike Weathers - Taverna gets a shoulder up. Jansen looks surprised and why wouldn't he be? Justin Hellock - Ricky Taverna isn't exactly the strongest in ring performer in this match, he's survived Eric Dane in SSW thanks to his Armani-Army. Mike Weathers - Boy could he use them round about now! [NICE MOVE POP] [Taverna is spun around like a top with a Spinning Neckbreaker.] Justin Hellock - Jansen is feeling his way into top gear now, obviously softening Taverna up for the Northern Impact. Mike Weathers - If he hits that, this match is over. [A second Neckbreaker by Jansen.] Justin Hellock - Jax has managed to get up onto the apron, Taverna sees him and stretches out a hand but Jansen drops an elbow. Mike Weathers - He dropped it to the neck as well Justin, Jansen is operating like a real machine here. __AAAAAAAAHHH__ Justin Hellock - GERMAN SUPLEX! Mike Weathers - Jansen...wow, he hooked Taverna around the waist from the canvas and just...well...you saw it yourself. Justin Hellock - He damn well BURIED him with that. [Incredibly Taverna is still 'Compus Mentus' so to speak as he lifts his head off of the canvas and begins to crawl to the outside. Not that he gets very far.] Mike Weathers - Stomp to the neck by Jansen who holds out his hand... [MIXED POP] Justin Hellock - Tag to Vary...Vary comes in on fire and he and Jansen really begin to stomp away on Taverna. [MIXED BECOMES HEEL] Mike Weathers - He's trying to cover up but to no avail. Justin Hellock - Vary has already done the damage to Eric Dane outside the ring and now he is looking to continue that with Ricky Taverna inside the ropes. Mike Weathers - 265lb elbow to the back of Taverna from Vary... Justin Hellock - 245lb elbow from Ken Jansen... [Irish Whip to the corner is followed up by a HUGE splash from Vary. Taverna staggers out, literally falling straight into... __THUUUMP__ Close-Up on the Belly To Belly Suplex that has Taverna hitting the canvas.] Justin Hellock - Taverna needs to make the tag right now or he is out of this thing. Mike Weathers - Never a truer word has been spoken. Justin Hellock - Vary bringing Rick Taverna to his feet now. Oh, look at the power, Vary with ease brings Taverna up across his chest. __OOOOOOOF__ [Taverna is dropped with a Backbreaker aimed as close to the neck as possible. Vary pulls him by the hair to his corner and makes the tag to Adam Knight.] [MIXED POP] Justin Hellock - [cough]Traitor. Mike Weathers - Are you for real? He was ordered to take part in this by BZA, he wants nothing to do with the NeWA and even less to do with Black Zack Andrews. [Quick cut to BZA who has somehow been pulled to his feet.] Justin Hellock - Whatever. Mike Weathers - Adam Knight...The Revolution. That guy is just, well, a beast. [Taverna is dealt a vicious Reverse Elbow to stagger him backwards before he is snatched up around the waist and SNAPPED to the canvas with a Spinebuster.] Justin Hellock - COVER! _1_ _2_ [POP!] Justin Hellock - KICKOUT! I don't know how he managed it, but Ricky Taverna kicked out. Mike Weathers - Knight looks as amazed as anybody but gets back to his fee- [LOW BLOW GROAN] Justin Hellock - OOOOOOOOOOOOOH! Mike Weathers - Taverna buried his forearm up into the nether regions of Adam Knight, I don't care if you were the undefeated NeWA Champion before you retired, that will stop you DEAD! [TAG POP] [Ricky Taverna waddles on his knees across to his corner where all 3 members of his team are waiting and lunges forwards blindly tagging in Jax.] Mike Weathers - In comes Jax, recently won the SSW Liberty Bell Title from Stan Marshall and is challenging Switchblade over in UWF for the AMMO Heritage Title as well. Justin Hellock - None of that matters when you're in the ring against Adam Knight. [POP!] [Jax DRIVES Knight face first to the canvas with a Bulldog before springing off of the ropes and dropping a leg across the back of his head, he makes a cover but Knight POWERS up at 2.] Mike Weathers - Jeeeesuuuus! Justin Hellock - Knight pressed Jax into the air with ease to break that up. [CHEER] [CHEER] [CHEER] [CHEER] [CHEER] [CHEER] [CHEER] [CHEER] [CHEER] [CHEER] Mike Weathers - JAX UNLOADING WITH THE RIGHT HAND! Justin Hellock - Knight is dazed. Jax manages to whip him against the ropes... [BIG MOVE POP] _THUD_ Mike Weathers - JAX SIDELSLAM...HE GOT KNIGHT UP AND DRILLED HIM! Justin Hellock - He used everything he had to drop the 284lb Adam Knight! Mike Weathers COVER! _1_ _2_ [BREAK UP JEERS] Mike Weathers - Ken Jansen drags Jax off of Knight... Justin Hellock - THE PANIC BREAKER! [Jax gets NAILED and drops to the canvas after the TKO dropping to the canvas, the run in brings all 3 other members of Team SSW into the ring and they immediately head to Jansen.] Mike Weathers - It's breaking down again! Justin Hellock - SAUNDERS AND DANE WITH THE WHIP... _OOOF_ [POPPAGE!] [Jansen is bent over with a double knee to the gut before being hauled up and dropped with a Vertical Suplex.] Mike Weathers - Dane...BZA WITH A CHAIR! [HEEL HEAT!] __THWACK__ Justin Hellock - Dane is dealt a shot to the head! [ASTONISHED POP] Mike Weathers - BELLY TO BELLY OVER THE TOP ROPE! [!Split Screen Replay! Ken Jansen dumps Ricky Taverna with a forearm shot to get to Matt Saunders. Through the carnage and the CHAIRSHOT by BZA they meet up and begin trading right hands. Jansen gets the upper hand and whips Saunders to the ropes before TOSSING him over the top rope with a Belly To Belly!] Justin Hellock - Saunders is DEAD! Mike Weathers - If he wasn't before he will be now! [As BZA deals another chairshot to Ricky Taverna, Ken Jansen's valet, Valentine damn near takes Saunders' head off with her Illusion Kick as the SSW star rises to his feet.] Justin Hellock - The zebra just got a stray arm in the face! [An Adam Knight swing towards Ricky Taverna catches the referee knocking him to the ground.] [On the outside, Illusion has called for all of BZA's motley crew to help her dismantle Matt Saunders. Omega Zero, Big Sauce Man, Jar, Ninja Hare, Iron Head, and Aberration are quick to respond and begin to punch and kick at Saunders against the guard-rail to deafening heel heat.] Mike Weathers - I...I... Justin Hellock - What the hell is Taverna doing? He's...he's trying to... Mike Weathers - ILLUSION KICK THROUGH THE CHAIR ON SAUNDERS! [BLOODLUST!] [Saunders head is smashed with the chair and in turn back into the steel barricade busting him open!] Justin Hellock - DANE AND JANSEN! Mike Weathers - THEY'RE GOING AT IT AGAIN! [BRAWL, BRAWL, BRAWL!] [Taverna is pulled up by BZA who sticks a THUMB IN THE EYE before swinging back the chair... ...but the chair is pulled out of his hand by a slick backed black haired, black suited, baseball bat wielding GOON!] Justin Hellock - BACK UP PLAN! IT'S THE ARMANI ARMY! Mike Weathers - TAVERNA WAS CALLING OUT HIS GOONS! __THWWWWWAAAACK__ [BZA JUST GOT NAILED POP!] Justin Hellock - Three of the Armani Army have come down to even the odds and now Taverna is telling them to go and take on the crew at ringside that have literally laid waste to Matt Saunders. [OVER THE TOP POP] [Dane and Jansen tumble through the middle ropes after a Jansen spear and brawl against the ring apron. Dane blocks a right hand and staggers Jansen back with one of his own. Jansen swings a wild shot forward but Dane ducks and clinches him up... __AHHHHHH__ ...before snapping back with a Fallaway Slam sending Jansen shoulder first against the apron.] Mike Weathers - Knight and Vary... Justin Hellock - Jax and Taverna... [Taverna looks at Jax, who is barely standing and then across to Adam Knight and Vic Vary. He backs against the ropes and tries to call in the Armani Army who are involved in a brutal fist fight on the outside with the BZA goons.] Mike Weathers - TAVERNA JUST BAILED ON JAX! Justin Hellock - KNIGHT IS GOIN' AFTER HIM! [MASSIVE POP!] [Dane is back to his feet but takes a shot to his knee from Jansen who struggles up and slams Dane face first across the guard-rail. Dane coils back and returns the favour before getting PLANTED with a short arm elbow from Jansen.] Mike Weathers - Vary and Jax trading blows, Jax is running on instinct here. His legs are barely able to keep him up but he's giving as good as he gets to Vic Vary... Justin Hellock - LEFT! [MIXED POP] Justin Hellock - LEFT! [MIXED POP] Justin Hellock - RIGHT! [Jax is knocked back against the ropes after a savage right cross from Vary who quickly runs Jax into the corner.] Mike Weathers - SPINNING DDT BY VARY...JAX IS OUT OF IT! _[?]_ Justin Hellock - The referee is still down! Vary might have Jax beat right here but unless the referee can make the count it means precisely JACK! [Vary gets to his feet and strides across to the referee who is slumped in the corner, he drags him up by the arm and watches as the ref staggers around before falling back down.] Justin Hellock - TAVERNA...KNIGHT! [Taverna slides back into the ring and looks over his shoulder to see Knight still coming after him before darting back out the other side. Vary sells it like a cartoon character spinning around on his toes as the pair dart by to a pretty nice COMEDY POP!] Mike Weathers - Taverna did Knight some damage at a recent SSW show, looks Like Knight is out to repay the debt. Justin Hellock - Vary is trying to wake up the ref but without much luck. [Taverna slides back in followed by Knight, Vary spins around...] [FINISHING POP!] Mike Weathers - JAX SIDESLAM ON VARY! SIDESLAM ON VARY! [Jax staggers to his feet, the referee is down, Vary is down...he points to the turnbuckle to a BIG POP!] Justin Hellock - He's going to the top turnbuckle, Jax is going to nail Vary with the Legend Maker!] [ANTICIPATION POP!] [GASP!] Justin Hellock - JAX JUST GOT A CHAIR THROWN AT HIS FACE AS HE CLIMBS THE TURNBUCKLE BY BLACK ZACK! [WILD CHEER!] Mike Weathers - HE CAUGHT IT! BZA MAY HAVE JUST... [Jax is on the top now; he raises the chair to the sky to a HUGE cheer...] __OOOOOOOOF__ Mike Weathers - VARY CROTCHED HIM ON THE TOP! [Vary dives to the ropes setting Jax up and CRACKS him with the chair.] Justin Hellock - Jax is teetering... [SHOCKED POP] Mike Weathers - HE JUST FELL STRAIGHT FORWARD...INTO A STANDING HEAD SCISSORS, VARY HAS HIM SET UP... [Vary grabs Jax around the waist, his legs still up across the turnbuckle...] [HUGE MOVE POP!] ___KAAARUNCHHH___ Mike Weathers - VARYMON DRIVER! [Jax is spun around 360 degrees and SPIKED to the canvas, Vary makes the cover and this time the referee is ready to make the count, slow as it is!] _1_ _2_ [WILL HE, WONT HE POP!] _3_ [DING DING DING] [DISAPPOINTED JEERS!] Mike Weathers - JAX HAS BEEN ELIMNATED! Justin Hellock - VARY GOT THE PIN! [Outside, skipping past the Armani Army brawling with BZA's goons, avoiding a right hand thrown towards a busted open Eric Dane by Ken Jansen to Adam Knight and Ricky Taverna.] [Taverna is backed against the guard-rail halfway up the ramp with a steel chair in his hand. Knight is closing in on him...] Justin Hellock - God DAYUM! This is carnage; the referee is about as useful as ghonhorrea. Mike Weathers - Knight has pinned Taverna back against the guard-rail by the throat...this may be his last match but he hasn't lost any of his edg- [OUCH!] Justin Hellock - BODY PRESS ACROSS THE RAILING...BACK FIRST! Mike Weathers - Dane swung out a chair shot but it bounced off of the arm of Adam Knight who...damn, Taverna looks out of it, his head smacked against the top of the railing WITH AUTHORITY! [FACE POP!] Justin Hellock - The bloodied Matt Saunders has found his way into the ring! [SPORTING CHEER!] Mike Weathers - Vic Vary giving Saunders a clean break and letting him get to his feet. Justin Hellock - Like that means anything, Saunders has been beaten to crap and back on the outside, Vary can just finish him right now. Mike Weathers - Vary and Saunders come together in the ring. Saunders is dwarfed in comparison; he has to be giving up 30lb's in weight here. [Saunders is whipped to the ropes and TRIPPED by Black Zack Andrews to a hostile reception. Vary casts BZA a look before getting on with things. He pulls Saunders up and takes him over with a Suplex.] Justin Hellock - Knight is walking Taverna back up the ramp, well, dragging him at least...DDT ON SAUNDERS! [BZA stops Knight with a chair and tells him to hoist Taverna in the air.] Mike Weathers - TWO COUNT ONLY ON MATT SAUNDERS! Justin Hellock - Dane just flattened Ken Jansen with a Side Russian Leg Sweep out at ringside. [GASPS!] __THHHHAAAAAWWAAAACKK__ [CHEERS!] Justin Hellock - BZA JUST MASSACRED ADAM KNIGHT WITH A CHAIR SHOT! Mike Weathers - Ricky Taverna got out of the way... [The replay shows Taverna getting free on the back swing, not the strike itself. BZA went through with it anyway nailing Knight between the eyes.] Justin Hellock - TAKE THAT! Mike Weathers - BZA...he could'a stopped! He saw Taverna get away and just NAILED Knight anyway! Justin Hellock - Heh! BZA shrugs it off and SMASHES the chair across the back of Ricky Taverna anyway! [Valentine kicks out the knee of Eric Dane as he tries to hook Jansen up for the Star Driver. The Only Star turns and is met with a Spinning Heel Kick to the face, as he staggers back Ken Jansen drills him with a Hammerlock DDT.] Mike Weathers - Saunders is back to his feet now with a little help from Vic Vary... Justin Hellock - Vary with a straight right hand knocks Saunders against the ropes. [RECOVERY POP!] Mike Weathers - Saunders comes back with a flying forearm and Vary is staggered back... [Saunders nails a second forearm that sends Vary back to the ropes, ironically though, Vary explodes forwards with a Clothesline knocking Saunders down hard.] Mike Weathers - Vary brings Saunders up in an Arm-Bar Justin Hellock - That's move #134 for all you smarks out there. [I POP FOR INSIDER JOKE!] [SO DOES JUSTIN!] Mike Weathers - Vary brings a knee up into the elbow joint of Saunders and now whips him to the ropes... [PINFALL POP!] [Saunders grabs Vary's arm as he swings it out turning him into a CRUCIFIX!] Justin Hellock - MAYBE! [GASP] [GASP] [GASP] Mike Weathers - Vary freed an arm and just...3 elbows into the head of Matt Saunders, Saunders will be lucky if he can see straight after that! Justin Hellock - Vic Vary has Saunders all shook up here, no doubt he will be looking to finish him off with the Vicious Burst...this might be it... [Irish Whip from Vary, he lunges forwards and grabs Saunders high around the waist...] [ANTICIPATING POP] Mike Weathers - SAUNDERS ESCAPES, brought a knee up into the chest of Vic Vary to get free... [POP!] Justin Hellock - COBRA CLUTCH! [Saunders jettisons over the back of Vary and locks on a Cobra Clutch.] Mike Weathers - VARY IS STRUGGLING, FRANTICALLY TRYING TO- Justin Hellock - HE'S PUTTING HIM OUT! ___BAAAAAAAAANG___ [THUNDEROUS POP] Justin Hellock - COBRA CLUTCH SUPLEXAHHHHHHH! [Vary is broken in half, Saunders untangles his arms and drops backwards, Vary is bent over double as Saunders dives to make the cover.] Mike Weathers - SURELY! _1_ _2_ Justin Hellock - KICKOUT! Mike Weathers - Vary barely managed to get out of it! [Saunders tucks his shoulder under the arm of Vary and drags him to his feet...] _AAAAAAAHHHH_ Mike Weathers - BELLY TO BELLY! Justin Hellock - More than that, Vary was dumped on his head! EXPLOOODAHHHH BABY! [COVER POP!] _1_ _2_ Justin Hellock - SHOULDER UP BY VARY! [MASSIVE POP!] Mike Weathers - My God! Vary won't stay down. Saunders hooks him up again, knee to the gut... [FINISH HIM POP!] Justin Hellock - Saunders is looking for the Fisherman's Buster but Vary is to damn big, Saunders tries it again but Vary won't go up. [ANTICIPATION POP!] Mike Weathers - Still no joy! [Vary brings his head up from under the arm of Saunders butting him under the chain to stagger him back.] Justin Hellock - LEFT! [POP!] Justin Hellock - LEFT! [POP COME GROAN!] Justin Hellock - RIGH-! __THUUUUUMP__ [FINISHER POP!] Mike Weathers - DVD! DVD! DVD! [Saunders ducked under the right cross and used Vary's own momentum to DRILL him with a DVD!] Justin Hellock - PIN HIM! _1_ _2_ [GROAN!] [KEN JANSEN!] Mike Weathers - ...! _3_ Justin Hellock - HE GOT HIM! VARY IS ELIMINATED! [DING DING DING] [S-O-B POP!] Mike Weathers - JANSEN DRAGS SAUNDERS UP AFTER HITTING THE ELBOW! Justin Hellock - HEAAAAAAAART PUUUUUNCH!!! [AAAARGH!] [Saunders is KILLED DEAD with a Heart Punch!] Mike Weathers - Jansen is a bloody mess... [WHO CARES!] Justin Hellock - SASQUATCH SUPLEX ON SAUNDERS! [As Saunders clutches his chest, biting for air Jansen MAIMS him with a varied Tiger Suplex that drops Saunders SQUARE on his neck.] Mike Weathers - IMAGINE THE IMPACT! Saunders may have had his neck broken by that...God Almighty, Jansen is...he's incredible and it hurts me like hell to say that. [Quick close-up on Jansen. Standing barely 6ft tall he weighs in at an impressive 245lbs, all of ripped along his body. His face and blonde hair is a dirty red as he is busted open from whatever the hell was going on outside with Dane. Still looks mean as fu*k though.] Justin Hellock - Saunders has been dragged back to his feet but he is so far out of it I'm not sure he'll even see this coming... [SUPLEX POP] Mike Weathers - WHEELBARROW SUPLEX! He may not have seen it but he damn sure felt it! [SUBMISSION POP] Justin Hellock - CAMEL CLUTCH! Mike Weathers - CROSS FACE! [Jansen sets Saunders up in the Camel Clutch but wrenches back on the neck and arm in the process!] Justin Hellock - He's gonna tap...he's gonna tap... [WILL HE WONT HE SILENCE] [Saunders raises his arm in the air... ...but refuses to tap out!] Mike Weathers - Saunders says NO! Justin Hellock - TAVERNA...RICKY TAVERNA! [On the other side of the ring is Ricky Taverna, he is screaming at the official...] Mike Weathers - Taverna has the referee's attention... [DANE POP!] __THWWWWWAAAAAACCCCCKKKK__ [ULTRA HUGE SAVING POP!] Mike Weathers - DANE WITH A CHAIR! HE BROKE THE CHAIR ACROSS KEN JANSENS FOREHEAD...MY GOD, MY GOD! Justin Hellock - THAT CHAIR BROKE IN HALF! [Dane looks at the framework of the chair he holds in his hand before tossing it down to ringside aiming for pretty much whoever is out there, Armani-Army or BZA or the goons.] [Dane SLAPS his hands together imitating the sound of a tag!] Mike Weathers - Dane has brought himself into the ring and the referee has NO idea! Justin Hellock - You gotta be stupid to fall for that! Mike Weathers - Duh! He's a referee, if he were smart he'd be sitting in our seats. [Touche] [Dane falls across the lifeless Ken Jansen and tugs the referee's shirt. Taverna drops down off of the apron as the count is made...] Justin Hellock - OOOOOOONE! Mike Weathers - TWOOOOOOOOOO! Justin Hellock - THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! [ULTRA HUGE MUTHA FUGGA OF A POP!] Mike Weathers - THE REFEREE IS SAYING NO...TWO COUNT ONLY! JANSEN POPPED A SHOULDER UP! [SHOCKED SILENCE] [BEFORE MASSIVE JEERS] Justin Hellock - HOW THE HELL! Mike Weathers - Dane is furious, he broke a DAMN chair over his head for Chris'sakes! Justin Hellock - The referee is still shaking his head, Dane can't quite believe it. Mike Weathers - JANSEN...he's crawling across to his corner....! [Indeed he is, Ken Jansen, face like a butchers chopping block is clawing his way across the ring towards his empty corner with a hand outstretched.] Justin Hellock - There's no-one there, Jansen knows he needs to make the tag but... [POP!] Mike Weathers - ADAM KNIGHT! [Cut to Knight, also cut open with a BIG ASS whelp on his forehead from the BZA chair shot, he is struggling to make it to his corner to get the tag.] Justin Hellock - DANE SEE'S IT... [Dane pushes the referee to the side and charges across the ring... ...TAG IS MADE!] Justin Hellock - ADAM KNIGHT GOT THERE! [HUGE CRAZY ASS POP!] Mike Weathers - You talk about institutions, these guys ARE WfWA and NeWA... Justin Hellock - Knight gets up into the ring, he looks in pretty bad shape but he is still gonna tie up with Eric Dane... [TIE UP OF LEGENDS POP!] Mike Weathers - BANG! Talk about POWER! Knight just dropped Dane to one knee with a right hand...pulls him up and...BANG! another shot staggers Dane... Justin Hellock - HAYMAKER! Dane fires back as Knight moved in. Mike Weathers - UPPERCUT! Dane on the attack... [TRADING BIG ASS BLOWS POP!] [Dane gets caught upside the head with a forearm and finds himself whipped across the ring... FLYING BIG MAN POP!] Justin Hellock - KNIGHT WITH A SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE...COVER! Mike Weathers - Dane up after one, they tie up again with Dane coming up strongly. Knight backed down to one knee. Dane unclasps the fingers and...ELBOW! Justin Hellock - Dane stuns Knight, now pushes him back into the corner and riles up the fans with some STIFF shots. Knight is reeling and Dane slams him across to the opposite buckle. Mike Weathers - Ya'know Hellock, it looks to me as if that brawl on the outside between the Armani Army and BZA's crew has run its course. [Sure has, the three bloodied and bruised Armani Army members have returned to the corner of the SSW, BZA and his grease monkeys back to the NeWA corner.] [POP] Justin Hellock - BACKBREAKER ON KNIGHT! Mike Weathers - Dane tries to drop an elbow to follow up but 'The Revolution' rolls to the side. Justin Hellock - Dane given a chop to the throat by Knight, the same throat that was nearly crushed by fellow SSW Team member, Ricky Taverna a fortnight ago. Mike Weathers - Dane takes another jab into the windpipe and now it's Knight dealing out the punishment. Dane backed against the ropes by Knight... __SMAAACK__ [HEEL HEAT] [Black Zack gives Dane a Rope Neck Drop springing him back face first into Knight with a CRACK. Dane and Knight butt heads before both fall backwards.] Mike Weathers - BZA, the bastard is calling for the tag...he hasn't been in the ring yet and I'll be damned if he wants in now on a prone Eric Dane. Justin Hellock - Word has it that he's a damn good in ring guy Mike, shame he's been getting other people to do all the work over the past month as his crew run amuck around the alliance. He even hired the New Samoans to take out their own team! [HEEL TAG] Mike Weathers - Well, we're about to find out here as Adam Knight begrudgingly follows his orders and makes the tag. Justin Hellock - And he's not even bothered to take his shades off! [BZA steps through the ropes and slowly paces around the still sitting Eric Dane before bringing a knee up into his face. Dane falls flat out on his back as BZA drops a 255lb elbow into his sternum.] [MUCHO HEEL HEAT] Mike Weathers - Aww come on, BZA has got Dane set up for whatever he wants. Dane's gotta be seeing stars...BZA pulls him up and backs him against the ropes. Justin Hellock - KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! Mike Weathers - Dane is in a world of pain, BZA bringing up a dozen or so knees into his chest...you know why that is? So Ken Jansen can finish him with the Heart Stopper...I bet'cha. Justin Hellock - BZA chops the throat of Dane, the Only Star is gasping for breath... Mike Weathers - Shoulder Thrust to the throat and Dane goes down in a heap. [BZA parades around the ring mocking Dane and his team to a chorus of HEEL HEAT. Slowly he returns to Dane and brings him up with a FISH HOOK!] Justin Hellock - Dane gets his eyes raked... [SWING] [Dane swings a wild punch which narrowly misses BZA.] [SWING] [SWING] _THUD_ Mike Weathers - THAT ONE HIT! BZA knocked to the side as Dane connects with a soup bowl of a right hand. Justin Hellock - BZA though comes right back off of the ropes with a... [GROAN!] Justin Hellock - LOW BLOW! Mike Weathers - God Dammit...BZA...he's trying to explain that he, the dishonest bastard...he's telling the referee that he slipped! [The SSW Team, led by Matt Saunders are IRATE, as the referee confronts them BZA brings another boot up between the legs of Dane.] [CHEAP, CHEAP HEAT!] Justin Hellock - Disgraceful, BZA could probably match Dane for power and strength so why the hell doesn't he... [BZA clasps Dane around the neck and calls in Omega Zero...] Mike Weathers - OMEGA... [CHOKESLAM!] __THUUUUUUUNK__ Justin Hellock - OMEGA ZERO WITH THE BRUTALITY CHOKESLAM! [The referee turns in time to see BZA standing over the lifeless Eric Dane with Omega having slid back out of the ring before BZA drops an ultra-cynical elbow.] Mike Weathers - BZA telling Knight to come in now... [TAG!] Justin Hellock - BZA screaming at Knight to finish Dane off, to literally show him up in front of his own fans... [SHOCKED POP!] Mike Weathers - KNIGHT IS GOING TO DAMN WELL DO IT AS WELL! [Knight begins to pull Dane up, setting him between his legs for the KNIGHT FALL.] Justin Hellock - The two-faced traitorous...after all the shit BZA has done to Adam Knight he is still going to finish Dane off here. [MUCHO HEEL HEAT!] Mike Weathers - Dane is all but finished here...look at Knight, the face of Adam Knight is twisted up in a smile, he's ready to drill Dane and he's enjoying it... [And Knight grins] _BAAAAM_ Justin Hellock - WHOAH! [BZA is now down in the center of the ring, BLINDSIDED by an overhand right from Knight. And Knight is on him again, grabbing him by his shirt and picking him up by his throat! Knight lifts him overhead, then throws him into the corner. BZA stumbles out] Mike Weathers - BOOT TO THE FACE! Knight is just destroying his teammate! Ken Jansen trying to get involved, but the ref's holding him back, and wait a second.... [Knight sets him in the standing headscissors, and then does a sword like motion with his right hand] Justin Hellock - YES! DO IT DO IT DO IT! [STUNNED SILENCE] __KEEEERAAAASHHH__ Mike Weathers - KNIGHTFALL! DIVING TIGER DRIVER AND BZA IS JUST BROKEN IN HALF! [Knight looks to Dane, and the two exchange a brief stare, before he then sees BZA's band of freaks and bolts from the ring...] Justin Hellock - HOLY CHRIST! Mike Weathers - HE SUCKERED US ALL...BUT NONE MORE THAN BLACK ZACK ANDREWS! [KNIGHT, KNIGHT, KNIGHT, KNIGHT!] Justin Hellock - Knight just got swamped by the Black Zack Army... [TAG! Dane has crawled across the ring, and seeing that Matt Saunders is still in a bad way offers his hand to Ricky Taverna...Taverna drops from the ring and shakes his head.] Mike Weathers - Taverna won't accept the tag... Justin Hellock - KNIGHT GOT DRILLED WITH A CHAIR! Mike Weathers - MAN...Omega Zero holds Knight against the ring post for this weird Ninja Hare guy... [JEERS] Justin Hellock - YIKES! [RIGHT KICK TO THE RIBS] [LEFT KICK TO THE RIBS] [RIGHT KICK TO THE LEFT KNEE] [LEFT KICK TO THE RIGHT KNEE] [RIGHT KICK TO THE BALLS] [LEFT KICK TO THE CHEST] [RIGHT BUZZSAW KICK TO THE HEAD] Mike Weathers - NINJA HARE JUST DESTROYED ADAM KNIGHT! [HUGE HEEL HEAT] Justin Hellock - Dane is trying to get to his feet, no chance of that...he's still shaking off that Chokeslam. Mike Weathers - Look at Knight, he has been literally sacrificed by his team here...BIG SAUCE MAN with a splash against the ring post. Justin Hellock - Knight is...he's out of it. [BZA is perched across the bottom rope ordering the attack. He motions under the ring.] Mike Weathers - ...? [TABLE POP!] [TAG POP!] [A table is dragged out to ringside as Omega Zero chokes out Knight. Jansen struggles to set it up as Eric Dane grabs Ricky Taverna around the throat, SLAPS him across the face and throws him into the ring.] [GASPS] ____CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHH___ Mike Weathers - MY GOD! [Adam Knight is lifted up onto the shoulders of Omega Zero who easily straightens his arms up before SMASHING Knight through the table!] Justin Hellock - FUDDA MUKKA! [HEEEEEEL HEEEEEAAAAT] Mike Weathers - Suddenly Ricky Taverna doesn't look so worried about things! Knight is a broken mess, Holy Crapweasel. Omega Zero punished him like never before...that was INSANE! Justin Hellock - And...BZA is telling them to push Knight up into the ring...he wants to see him pinned! Mike Weathers - KNIGHT'S LAST MATCH...EVER... [Taverna drops down, the referee AND Black Zack Andrews make the count!] Justin Hellock - OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNEEEEE! Mike Weathers - TWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! [COLLECTIVE GASP!] Justin Hellock - THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! [DING DING DING!] Mike Weathers - RICKY TAVERNA....PINS.....ADAM KNIGHT! Justin Hellock - The career of Adam Knight, all his titles, all his triumphs comes to an end at the hands of the paper champion of SSW Ricky Taverna courtesy of Black Zack Andrews! Mike Weathers - Look at Taverna, he can't quite believe it...jumping up and down like a lunatic because he pinned...well, little more than a corpse. Justin Hellock - But look at the odds now, SSW have turned it around 3 to 2...Dane, Saunders and Taverna against Black Zack and this man...KEN JANSEN! [UBER-HEEL HEAT] [Jansen gets up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes. You know that jubilant look on Ricky Taverna's face; it just drained out between his ass cheeks.] Mike Weathers - Taverna wants out... [Taverna runs to his corner but is met by a shove back into the ring by a now standing Eric Dane...] __THUUUUD__ Justin Hellock - SPINEBUSTAAAAAH! Mike Weathers - Jansen isn't wasting any time, he can count and he knows the odds have swung against his team. Whip to the ropes...DROPKICK! Taverna goes down. Justin Hellock - Jansen pulls him up... __THUD__ Justin Hellock - And takes him down just as quick with a DDT! [Jansen drops a knee across the neck.] Mike Weathers - Jansen has already worked over that neck, you can see the gameplan in his actions...soften it up and then break it. [Another knee across the neck.] Justin Hellock - Jansen pulls him up and... [SUBMISSION POP!] Justin Hellock - FULL NELSON...Taverna waving his arms around to try and get a hold of anything he can...rope, tag, hair...whatever. Mike Weathers - Taverna is screaming ou- [SHUDDER] __CRUUUUNCH__ [SHOCKED SILENCE] Mike Weathers - DRAGON...............SUPLEX [Jansen unfurls himself and glances over his shoulder at Ricky Taverna, his head is halfway under the bottom rope, his legs splayed on top of the middle rope.] Justin Hellock - The force of that... Mike Weathers - I think I heard his neck snap! Justin Hellock - That was...immense. [Jansen gets to his feet and backs the referee up as Valentine pulls Taverna's head out onto the ring apron before SLAMMING it backwards to a chorus of CHEATING BITCH HEAT!] Justin Hellock - Taverna...is....over! [SHOWTIME!] [SHOWTIME!] [SHOWTIME!] Mike Weathers - the fans want the tag, Taverna is inching towards his corner but I don't think he's going to get there, Jansen drops a leg over the back of his head... [Ken Jansen scoops Taverna up and rattles him with a right hand before a big Irish Whip to the ropes.] _CRACK_ [HEEL HEAT] Mike Weathers - BZA with a handful of hair! Justin Hellock - Taverna's head snapped off of the canvas after that. Saunders and Dane are fuming! [Jansen pulls Taverna out into the middle of the ring and flips him onto his stomach. The SSW Champ tries to crawl away but is LOCKED up.] Mike Weathers - THERE IT IS AGAIN...CROSS FACE CAMEL CLUTCH! [TAP TAP TAP!] Justin Hellock - He's going to tap out...Taverna is in agony, his neck and back have been worked over like a dream by Jansen...it's just a matter of time... [FACE POPPAGE!] Mike Weathers - SAUNDERS MAKES THE SAVE WITH A DROPKICK TO THE FACE! [ANTICIPATION POP!] Justin Hellock - Saunders and Jansen...THEY'RE GOING TO- Mike Weathers - The referee is trying to tear them apart...JANSEN ELBOWS THE REFEREE! [The referee staggers back...] [FINISHER POP!] Mike Weathers - FISHERMANS BUSTER ON KEN JANSEN! Justin Hellock - Jansen got drilled, Saunders dragging Ricky Taverna across Ken Jansen... ...THE REFEREE IS SAYING NO! WHAT THE? [The referee plain out IGNORES the pin and gets up close to Saunders gesturing with his elbow, Saunders is remonstrating, protesting his innocence but the referee is telling him...] Mike Weathers - THE REFEREE THINKS SAUNDERS STRUCK HIM! Justin Hellock - BULLSHIT!...JANSEN ELBOWED THE TASTE OUT OF HIS MOUTH, Taverna has Jansen on the canvas...Dammit...1.....2......3! Mike Weathers - The referee...what the hell is going on here! [A LOUD chant of ASSHOLE echoes around the Staples Centre as the referee orders Matt Saunders out of the ring...] Justin Hellock - Saunders is still going CRAZY at the referee, he's doing himself no favours here. If the referee thought Saunders struck him he is lucky to not be DQ'd... Mike Weathers - This has broken down totally, Jansen has been on the canvas for nearly 30 seconds here...Taverna has finally just given up on it and has pulled himself back up. [Taverna hobbles up, clutching at his neck.] [Meanwhile, Saunders is still trying to protest his innocence...!REPLAY TIME! Jansen and Saunders come together, Jansen ducking the first strike and running Saunders into the turnbuckle with a Hammerlock in place. Saunders ducks through it and reverses the hold only for an ELBOW to come back from Jansen, right into the face of the referee. Saunders takes a second elbow on the jaw and is knocked backwards. Jansen kicks at his knee to double him over but Saunders blocks an elbow attempt and knocks it to the side before hitting the Fisherman's Buster.] Justin Hellock - DEFINITIVE DAMN PROOF! Mike Weathers - The referee has it wrong and now, Ken Jansen is getting to his feet! Taverna needs out! Justin Hellock - Is Taverna going to tag in Dane...he doesn't have a choice unless he wants to face Ken Jansen on his own, and I'm sure that's not part of his plan again. Mike Weathers - Dane and Taverna are eye-balling each other out here, in just 6 days they'll be going at it one on one in a Steel Cage, just a fortnight ago Taverna was responsible for damn near crushing Dane's larynx... Justin Hellock - He's gotta decide quick... [POP!] [DANE GETS THE TAG!] Mike Weathers - Dane steps through the ropes and...shoves Taverna backwards... [CAN THEY CO-EXIST POP!] Justin Hellock - Dane has pulled Jansen up into a front face lock, I...well, Jesus...Taverna I think is being told to work with Dane! Mike Weathers - Dane and Taverna are planning something here, I think these are the first words they have ever said to each other that didn't end with 'I'm going to kill you.' Justin Hellock - They still have time. Man...can you imagine Taverna and Dane being the sole survivors? I'd pay to see that! [Dane pulls a knee up into the face of Jansen before backing him against the ropes. Taverna grabs hold and the pair WHIP him across the ring.] Mike Weathers - Moment of truth... [ANTICIPATION POP!] _AHHHHHHHHH_ Justin Hellock - FLAPJACK FACESLAM ON JANSEN! [Dane and Taverna rise together as Jansen grabs his face beneath them on the canvas.] Mike Weathers - That answers the questio- [FACE POP OF DOOM!] __THUUUUUD__ Justin Hellock - STAR DRIVER ON RICKY TAVERNA! Mike Weathers - DOUBLE CROSS! Justin Hellock - Dane used Taverna to set Jansen down and then laid him out...I don't know if that is genius or just plain out wrong! Whatever it is, I like it! [Saunders is screaming at the referee to turn around and watch the pin, Dane has Jansen covered...] Mike Weathers - FINALLY! [The referee... ...is saying NO!] Justin Hellock - AAAAARGGGGGHHHH! Mike Weathers - He's saying that DANE ISN'T THE LEGAL MAN! HE MADE THE TAG DAMMIT! [Dane rises, a look of total bewilderment on his face! The referee tells him to get out of the ring as Ken Jansen slouches an arm across the chest of Ricky Taverna!] Justin Hellock - WHAT THE HELL! [The referee drops down and begins to make the count, he gets to the two before Eric Dane pulls him up by the waist!] Mike Weathers - Dane is going to get himself DQ'd... Justin Hellock - For Chris'sakes! The referee is screwing up his whole Pay Per View...Dane has been on the wrong end of beatings of late through SSW and this is his chance to prove all the damn doubters wrong...He's not going to let a punk ass referee blow this for him! [HEEEEEEEL HEAT!] Mike Weathers - MATT SAUNDERS JUST GOT TRIPPED IN THE CORNER! __POOOOOSTED!__ Justin Hellock - OMEGA ZERO PULLS HIM...OUCH! Groin first into the ring post! [Dane continues to remonstrate with the referee as Ken Jansen drags Taverna to his feet before DROPPING him with a classic neckbreaker.] Mike Weathers - Did you hear that? [!Replay! Up close on the face of the referee who is getting a verbal BEATING from Eric Dane, any of you with lip reading skills will have heard it "Any more of this Dane, And you and your team are out of SG3".] Justin Hellock - CROSS FACE CAMEL CLUTCH! [SUBMISSION POP!] [TAPPING!] Mike Weathers - DAMMIT...RICKY TAVERNA TAPPED OUT TO THE SUBMISSION, ERIC DANE COULD JUST LOOK AND WATCH! [DING DING DING] [Dane runs his fingers through his hair in dismay as Taverna taps out. The referee is right there waving his hands in the air, Dane's temper is rising slowly, his fists clenching and his chest tightening up as the bell rings to signal another elimination.] Justin Hellock - SSW JUST GOT SCREWED! Mike Weathers - TAVERNA IS GOOOOOONE! After all the punishment to his neck it's no surprise he couldn't hold out. Justin Hellock - Dane could only stand and watch, can you imagine that? Nothing he could do or his dream would be over...DAMMIT, this is all wrong. [HUGE KICKASS DEAFINING ULTRO-POPPAGE OF DOOM] Mike Weathers - DANE! [Dane unleashes a HOLY FU*K moment of a rising knee that knocks Jansen up and off of Taverna half way across the ring, The Only Star scowls as he tramples over the referee towards Jansen.] Justin Hellock - DANE IS ON FIRE! Mike Weathers - RIGHT HAND! PUNCH AFTER PUNCH...Jansen is in no-mans land in a neutral corner, Dane is unloading a bucket full of punches to the NeWA World Champion. A title he himself has held twice! Justin Hellock - Both he and Saunders have actively competed in the NeWA in the pas- [POP!] ____THUUUUD____ Mike Weathers - STAR EXPLODER! Justin Hellock - THAT'S IT! _1_ _2_ [BASTARD POP!] Justin Hellock - BZA with an elbow breaks it up, Dane pulls up short with a right hand in response and... [SHIT!] Mike Weathers - SOUL STEALER SUPERKICK! [Danes head snaps back on impact and he falls to the canvas side by side with Ken Jansen.] [DANE, DANE, DANE, DANE!] Mike Weathers - Dane is trying to get to his corner, slowly inching across to the struggling Matt Saunders. Justin Hellock - He's going to make it! [TAG POP!] Mike Weathers - YES! [OTHER TAG BOO!] Justin Hellock - NO! [Saunders and BZA come in together and immediately come to blows with BZA getting ahead on points. Saunders is whipped to the ropes but dives through the legs of Andrews.] _DROPPED_ Mike Weathers - ATOMIC DROP! Justin Hellock - Even G-O-D himself feels those, take that BZA! [Andrews staggers and turns around.] [POP] __THUD__ Mike Weathers - BELLY TO BELLY! Justin Hellock - Saunders holds on and pulls BZA back up...SECOND BELLY TO BELLY! [Saunders quickly goes to the corner and steps up to the second buckle, with the fans ROARING him on he LEAPS... ...CORKSCREW ELBOW!] Mike Weathers - HE GOT IT...THE COVER IS MADE! _1_ _2_ Justin Hellock - YES...He......NO, SHOULDER UP! [DISAPPOINTED GASPS] Mike Weathers - BZA wants out of there, he leaps towards Jansen... [POP!] [Saunders dives across and drops a leg across the arm of BZA, barely an inch away from making the tag.] Mike Weathers - CUT OFF! Saunders is back up... [HEEEEEL HEAT] Justin Hellock - JAW SHATTERING BLOW FROM JANSEN! [Saunders staggers out of the corner with a dazed look in his eyes after the cross forearm blow.] [HEEL TAG!] Mike Weathers - JANSEN LOOKING TO DECAPI- __SMAAAAACK__ [SUPER FACE POP!] Justin Hellock - SPINEBUSTER FROM SAUNDERS...HE LEANS FORWARDS! _1_ _2_ Mike Weathers - KICKOUT! [Saunders rocks back, totally exhausted from his surge. Jansen backs away before slowly pulling himself up to his feet. Saunders does the same before stepping into the lion's den, so to speak.] [HUGE POP!] Justin Hellock - Tie up...this between two of the most sound technicians in the business today. Saunders is giving up some in weight but he balances it out with a couple of inches height advantage. Mike Weathers - Jansen is powering forwards though, backing Matt Saunders into a corner and now bringing up a knee. Saunders tries not to flinch but that hurt. [A second knee doubles 'Showtime' over and he is SNAPPED to the canvas with a Suplex.] Justin Hellock - Jansen pulls Saunders up by the hair and fires a shot down across his face before clutching him in close... Mike Weathers - Go behind, Jansen with a reverse waistlock here...he synchs up but Saunders won't budge, he's got his feet firmly on the ground. Justin Hellock - Great counter, has his leg wrapped in between those of Jansen. The NeWA Champion tries it again but without any luck. [Jansen reverts to a forearm across the spine before pulling Saunders back into his grasp.] [SUPLEX POP!] __BAAAANG__ Mike Weathers - German Suplex folds Saunders up but Jansen isn't done, he rolled through it has Saunders up on his feet again. Justin Hellock - A quick switch into the underhooked-overhooked arms, we know what's coming next... [ESCAPE POP!] __THUUUUUUMP__ Justin Hellock - Saunders tried to escape it but still got NAILED with that Sasquatch Suplex! [Another roll over as Jansen grabs Saunders around the legs, pulling him up.] Mike Weathers - WHEEEEEELBARROW SUPLEX! [ASTONISHED POP!] Justin Hellock - Dane trying to cheer Saunders on, clapping his hands but Jansen is unstoppable. [Saunders is pulled up to his feet again, not that he realises anything about it.] Mike Weathers - BELLY TO BAC- [GASPS] ___BAAAAAAM___ [MIXED MOVE POP!] [Saunders is tossed into the air for the Belly To Back but turned straight down and HARD with a Uranage, Jansen looks across to BZA before dropping to his knee's and making the cover.] Justin Hellock - OOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEE! Mike Weathers - TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! [Dane is leaning all the way over the top rope...] [SILENCE] [SAUNDERS ROLLS THE SHOULDER!] Justin Hellock - HE GOT UP! [HUGE POP!] Mike Weathers - HOW IN THA HELL HE DID THAT I WILL NEVER KNOW! [Neither will Jansen, the NeWA Champion shakes his head before pulling Saunders up and nailing him with ONE more punishing Snap Suplex. Justin Hellock - JANSEN IS GOING UP TOP! Mike Weathers - HEART STOPPER COMING UP! [Will we see the double foot stomp delivered by Jansen for the first time EVER in the WfWA? ANTICIPATING SILENCE!] Justin Hellock - Jansen looks set to fly... [GASPS] __OOOOOHHHHAAAAAARGGHHH__ Mike Weathers - SAUNDERS ROLLED! Justin Hellock - JANSEN MISSED IT! [HUGE-O CHEERS AS JANSENS KNEE BUCKLES UNDER THE IMPACT!] __AAAAAAHHH__ Mike Weathers - CHOP BLOCK! [Jansen is swept backwards as Saunders dives through his knee. Saunders looks across to the palm of Dane before pushing himself up, the fans are going NUTS as he stands up straight and sucks in the stale air...] Justin Hellock - Saunders has a point to prove, he hasn't made the tag! He wants to take out the NeWA World Champion! [Saunders hobbles across to Jansen and clubs him across the back before STABBING him with a brutal knee.] Mike Weathers - Dane is screaming out for the tag but Saunders wants it on his own, Dane is fresher, Dane is more experienced, Dane is... [POP] ___KKKKRUUUUNCHHH___ Justin Hellock - DANE IS WATCHING AS JANSEN GETS ROCKED WITH A RUNNING DVD! Mike Weathers - AGONY OF DEFEAT ON KEN JANSEN! Justin Hellock - That'll be it...IN COMES BZA! Mike Weathers - IN COMES DANE...the referee drops down... _1_ _2_ [???] Mike Weathers - NINJA HARE! Justin Hellock - Saunders just got pulled to the outside! [LA GRANDE HEEL HEAT!] [CHEEEEEEEERS] Justin Hellock - SAUNDERS CATCHES A KICK TO THE CHEST! Mike Weathers - CAPTURE SUPLEX ON NINJA HARE! [ULTRA POP!] Justin Hellock - Saunders slides back into the ring! [BZA and Dane are going at it in the corner, Dane is firing in the forearms to the face of BZA, busting his lip open in the process.] __SWOOOOOOSH__ Justin Hellock - OMEGA ZERO WITH A CHAIR! [POP!] [Saunders sidesteps the shot and brings OZ down with a DOUBLE UNDERHOOK FACE DRIVER ONTO THE CHAIR after a kick to the gut!] Justin Hellock - NAILED HIM! Mike Weathers - JANSEN IS BEHIND HIM...KINDA! [Saunders spins around and immediately thrusts his leg out into the knee of Jansen sending him spluttering forwards...] [FACE POP 'O DOOM!] ____THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNKKKK____ [POP POP POP POP POP!] Justin Hellock - CRADLE PILEDRIVER ONTO THE CHAIR! Mike Weathers - OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! [TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO] [READY TO EXPLODE MURMURS!] Justin Hellock - THAAAAAAAAAA... [HAS HE?] Justin Hellock - ...AAAAAAAARRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! [INSANE MUTHA FU*KO POP!] [DING DING DING!] Mike Weathers - HE GOT HIM, SAUNDERS GOT HIM...JANSEN IS OUT OF IT, JESUS CHRIST...BLACK ZACK ANDREWS IS THE ONLY MAN LEFT ON TEAM NeWA! [Andrews is whipped across the ring and given a HELLACIOUS Lariat from Dane!] Justin Hellock - HE WON'T BE FOR LONG! [STILL POPPIN'] [BZA dives under the bottom rope to the outside where quickly his remaining goons try and surround him. Dane tries to grab him as he goes almost sending himself over the top rope in the process. ] Mike Weathers - BZA has left Omega Zero and Ken Jansen in the ring and, it looks like he has no intention of stepping back in with Dane and Saunders! [Dane walks back over to Jansen picking him up across his shoulder before running him to the ropes.... ___WIPEOOOOOUT___ ...and tossing him towards BZA and company, knocking them all down like skittles. Saunders drags Omega Zero up and BOOTS him in the groin before running him over the ropes as well.] Mike Weathers - Payback for Omega Zero...he wont be forgetting Matt Saunders for a while... Justin Hellock - BZA is refusing to get back up into the ring, Dane and Saunders are daring him, literally growling down at him. [HE'S A PUSSY CHANTS go up around the Staples Center as BZA remains on the outside shaking his head.] Justin Hellock - BZA is...um...he's coming straight towards us Mike. [BZA, shadowed by Big Sauce Man and Aberration walks around the ring to the time-keeper.] [HEEL HEAT!] Mike Weathers - BIG SAUCE MAN JUST SQUISHED OUR TIME KEEPER! [DING DING DING!] Justin Hellock - BZA just rang the bell...I think he's eliminating himself from the match...Um...Can he do that? [All eyes on the referee who shakes his head.] [FACE POP!] Mike Weathers - The ref is telling BZA to get in the ring! Justin Hellock - BZA isn't budging! [DING DING DING] [DING DING DING] [DING DING DING] Mike Weathers - BZA isn't moving from that seat, listen to the fans here. They want to see BZA get what's coming to him! [DING DING DING] [DING DING DING] [DING DING DING] [The referee is at a loss. Slowly he raises his arms in the air before swishing them through the air to signal the end of the match, apparently having called a count out!] [DING DING DING DING DING DING] Mike Weathers - SSW...WIN? Justin Hellock - S'cuse me but BZA is a PUSSY! [Black Zack continues to ring the bell as the referee raises the arms of Matt Saunders and Eric Dane as the sole survivors from Team SSW, Dane is incensed and snatches his arm down before stepping through the ropes and heading towards BZA to a WILD POP!] [DANE, DANE, DANE, DANE!] [DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINDING] __THWAAAAAACK__ Mike Weathers - JANSEN......SONOFABITCH..... [Dane is left flat out on the concrete with a ringing in his ears after a SAVAGE chairshot. Jansen picks him up and AGAIN smashes the chair across his head.] Justin Hellock - THAT'S THE NeWA WORLD CHAMPION...PIECE OF SHI- [CAMERA FLASH!] __WOOOOOOOOOAAAAH__ [Matt Saunders launches himself over the top rope and falls down across the back of Ken Jansen sending him straight onto the announce table.] [FEEDBACK!] Mike Weathers - We On...OK...Right, sorry 'bout that... Justin Hellock - Saunders... __SMAAAAAAASH__ [Omega Zero with a BIG BOOT through the chair Saunders had barely managed to pick up.] Justin Hellock - Look at this, SSW taking a BEATING at the hands of Ken Jansen, Black Zack Andrews and a horde of damn hired goons...this is just plain out pathet- [Silence as Black Zack Andrews casts a glance towards the commentary team. Good plan boys, run him down when he's about 4 feet away from you.] Mike Weathers - SHI- Justin Hellock - AAWWW CRAP! [CRASH] [SILENCE] [The camera picks up on the RUNNING LIKE HELL Mike Weathers and Justin Hellock. Black Zack having taken a dislike to their comments and given the simple order of KILL.] [ULTRA HEEL HEAT!] [BZA hitches the ringbell up across his shoulder and tells Jansen to hold up Matt Saunders.] [HEEL-O HEAT x 2000] __OOOOOOOOOOOFDING__ [The bell is driven into the stomach of Matt Saunders bending him over and instantly making him cough up...well, you can guess what he hocked up on the concrete.] [Dane gets the same treatment before being hoisted up and CHOKESLAMMED to hell.] [FINALLY, and to the ONLY cheer they will ever get, RICKY TAVERNA and JAX return from the back with a group of Armani-Army goons, they are both bashed up but chair wielding just for the DAMN sake of it. Behind them, and RUNNING towards the ring are a platoon of WfWA security guards. Unarmed and relying on the small stick on 'WfWA Security Team' badge they have.] __THWAAAAACK__ __THWAAAAAACK__ __THWAAAAAACK__ [That's the end of the security team.] [FACE POP!] [Matt Saunders is on his feet and manages to get a couple of shots in on BZA before he is lifted up under the arms and SLAMMED against the ring apron by Omega Zero and Big Sauce Man.] [GANG WARFARE POP!] [FU*K YOU NeWA POP!] [CHAIRS RULE POP!] ____BAAAAAAAAAAAM____ [The 3 'factions' get it on to MASSIVE JEERS!] [But a'course, we can't watch it because we take a trip to the backstage arena.] ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [We cut to see Marc McCarthy and Jace Maverick in Marc's dressing room, talking. Marc is wearing a pair of blue baggy jeans, a yellow "Punk-Rock" t- shirt that sort of hugs his body, a pair of glasses, which helps him read. Marc's red/black braided hair is hanging down toward his shoulders and covering most of his face, covering his face a little shadows and making him look more mystrious.] [Jave Maverick is wearing wearing a white polo shirt, with two of the three buttons done up, and a pair of pleated navy Dockers, slightly faded at the knees. Black sunglasses that sit on his head at the moment.] [They are both sitting on two light brown chairs on either side of a table. In front of them is a card table folded out. Sitting in the center of the table is some money, I would guess about $200 in total, a silver watch, and one gold ring. Also on the table is an ashtray with two burning half-smoked cigarettes sitting in it. They each have cards in their hands, and by the look on Marc's face, he looks to be trying a lot harder then Jace.] [They stare at each other for a while.] [They both place their cards down.] McCarthy - "F-ck!" [Jave takes all the stuff in the middle.] Maverick - "Sorry, man." [Jace puts all the stuff in a gym bag which is sitting on the floor to the right of him.] McCarthy - "You're too good at that shit." [Sigh from McCarthy.] [Maverick steals a look at his newly won silver watch.] Maverick - "Man, you have your match soon. You better get ready." McCarthy - "Oh right." [They both stand up.] McCarthy - "Actually, I think I'm going to get a last word in before I go out there to the ring. Just for the hell of it, ya know? I'll catch up with you in a little while...so you can come to the ring with me." [Marc gives Jace a high-five before Jace leaves, taking his cigarette with him.] "Well, here we are. By far the biggest night of my WfWA and wrestling career. And I can't blow it...no matter what happends I will get up from it and keep comming. I don't care what happends to me out there, because I have to win this. Our team has to win this. It'll put me, and NGWA on the map in WfWA." [He reachs down, picks up the cigarette between his right index finger and thumb and takes a long drag. Then, he blows out the smoke while tiling his head upward making several braides fall back away form his face. Without looking back down he keeps talking.] "So, I'm going to go out there and do whatever the hell I have to." "Because winning this...is everything to me." [End.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== YOU CANT MAKE SANDCASTLES WHEN YOU'RE A CRIPPLE! [A Clip of Red Dragon hitting the Dragons Bane on Kevin Cage is shown.] YOU CANT SUN BATH WITH A FRACTURED SCKULL [A Clip of Eric Dane hitting the Falling Star Press on Chilli is shown.] WHAT GIRL LIKES A MAN WHO HAS A NURSE TO WHIPE HIS ASS [A clip of clip of Unforgiven chokeslaming Rayne.] THERE IS NO VOLLEY BALL IN INTENSIVE CARE [A Clip of Micheal Lennox and Rayne brawling at Battle of Supremacy.] SUMMER HAS NEVER BEEN SO FUN! [Fades back to ringside.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [We take a cut back to the ring and specifically the commentary desk where Justin Hellock and Mike Weathers have returned to. The melamine top is smeared with blood. Weathers runs a tissue across it with a look of horror on his face.] Justin Hellock - Well...we're back and, well, NeWA have been 'escorted' from the building. [A slight shrug from Weathers as Hellock turns to him.] Justin Hellock - But, they didn't go quietly and while you were watching that, well...this ringside area was amass of fists flying, chairs swinging and bells being rung. I don't know what kinda shape Eric Dane and Matt Saunders are in...just that they made it out of here of their own accord. Mike Weathers - They took a beating though Justin, it throws doubt on whether they can even make it into out main event cage... [Solemn silence.] Justin Hellock - I gotta be thinking they'll be there, whatever shape they're in...This is maybe a once in a lifetime opportunity, maybe the last chance at the title Eric Dane will have. Mike Weathers - You think that? Justin Hellock - He can't keep taking that kinda punishment Mike, he just can't and with all the shi-...um stuff that is going on down in Nevada...well, this may be it, that's all I'm saying. [A shrug from Hellock before he continues.] Justin Hellock - Well...SSW came out on top, in the end by a tainted victory with BZA pretty much stinking the place up refusing to finish it...but Matt Saunders and Eric Dane survived, the match at least. Mike Weathers - So we have 4 men through to our grand finale, that hellacious cage that is hovering above us as we speak. Matt Saunders and Eric Dane from SSW will be there along with Goliath and Terry Woods from the UWF...but who will join them? Justin Hellock - Lennox, Ulfric, Chilli and Simms, all of them! Mike Weathers - That's right hometown fans, its WWW against NGWA coming right about...here comes fat Dan Pollaski! [The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Dan Pollaski comes out on stage, holding a microphone. He waits for the crowd to die down before...] Dan - LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... PLEASE GIVE IT UP FOR OZZZZZZZZYYYYYYYYYYYYY OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSBOURNE! # All aboard! HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA! [The crowd gives a huge ass pop as Ozzy appears on stage, and the opening to 'Crazytrain' begins to play. Several of the fans closest to the stage run up to form a makeshift moshpit.] # Crazy, but that's how it goes # Millions of people living as foes # Maybe it's not too late # To learn how to love, and forget how to hate [The crowd cheers as the Prince of f*cking darkness continues to play on stage, but so far, only Pollaski has come out, and he's standing, banging his head to the music like oh so many of the fans. Then...] [VRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!] [The crowd gives a pop as an engine roars to life somewhere backstage, and then, out onto the stage rolls Twister's Derby car. Twister, sitting behind the wheel, waves to the crowd, while Joey does the same likewise from shotgun. Red and Marc hype up the crowd from the backseat. On top of the roof, Wendy and Penguin sit, both hyping up the crowd too.] # Mental wounds not healing # Life's a bitter shame # I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train # I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train [Dan walks away from the car, and Wendy and Penguin hold on tight, as Twister begins to spin and smoke the tires. Then, off both the back and front of the car, fires a volley of Red pyrotechnics, followed by another volley of white Pyros, then a volley of blue, then finally a volley of Green.] [BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOM! BOOM! ] # Let's go I've listened to preachers, I've listened to fools # I've watched all the dropouts who make their own rules # One person conditioned to rule and control # The media sells it and you live the role [Dan hops up onto the hood of the car, and Twister finally rolls down the ramp. He stops at ringside, and everyone hops out of the car. Red Wolf, Twister, Marc,and Joey climb into the ring, still hyping up the crowd. Wendy and Penguin walk to ringside, and Dan hops in, and drives the car back up the ramp, parking it on the stage.] # Mental wounds still screaming # Driving me insane # I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train # I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train [The four members of team NGWA stand in the middle of the ring, as the crowd cheers for them, as Ozzy finishes the song. Penguin is rocking out on the hood of the car, and Joey is headbanging in the middle of the ring.] # I know that things are going wrong for me # You've gotta listen to my words, yeah # Heirs of a cold war, that's what we've become # Inheriting troubles, I'm mentally numb # Crazy, I just cannot bear # I'm living with something that just isn't fair # Mental wounds not healing # Who and what's to blame # I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train # I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train [The song ends,and everyone gives Ozzy a huge standing ovation, basically going nuts. Penguin especially, who's rocking out on the hood of the car still.] Mike Weathers - Well Team NGWA are already here with us in the ring, sure sign of Solidarity that the four of them came together. Justin Hellock - Wont do them much good when Team WWW show up, let alone Lucifer. Greg Fogelman - And introducing next the Team representing California, team WWW. Coming out first from Chicago, Illinois weighing in at 249 lbs...Hunter Simmmmmsssss... "When you needed a role model. He gave you a hero. When you needed a champion. He took the gold. And when you turned your back. He found the monster." [As the echo gets louder, Hunter emerges from the entryway. His head hung low, and his slow strut to the ring drenched in intensity.] Mike Weathers - Hunter Simms earned his spot on the team at the last show before Summer Games. Justin Hellock - Yeah and against these NGWA idiots, he's going to be on the winning team. Greg Fogelman - The second member of the team he is the current Worldwide Wrestling Heavyweight Champion and the winner of last years Summer Games. From Mazatlan, Mexico weighing in at 285 lbs. The Controller of Chaos ... Chilli. # Its Just One of Those Days [The lights go black and a single white light pierces the darkness. In the midst of the beacon of light stands Chilli casting a long shadow towards the ring. 'Break Stuff' plays on as Chilli approaches the ring.] # Its all about the he says, she says, bullshit # I think you better quit, lettin' shit slip punk # or you'll be leaving with a fat lip # Its all about the he says, she says, bullshit # I think you better quit talking that shit, punk # So come and get it [Chilli continues to slowly walk towards the ring, sweat rolling from his every pore, muscles ready to explode into action, an icy stare from those crystal blue eyes.] # Its all about the he says, she says, bullshit # I think you better quit, lettin' shit slip, # or youll be leaving with a fat lip # Its all about the he says, she says, bullshit # I think you better quit talking that shit, punk [Chilli climbs into the ring and paces back and forth, from corner to corner like a caged lion. The brilliant white light dies as the house lights slowly rise to illuminate the arena.] # So Come And Get It Mike Weathers - Chilli has been to the top in the WfWA before and he's looking to get there again! Justin Hellock - Against this bunch of Cruiserweight's he's likely to be taking a step in the right direction here tonight. Greg Fogelman - And the final two members of Team California, the NEW WFWA World Tag Team Champions...the team of 'The Wolverine' Michael Lennox and Ulfric at a combined weight of 475 lbs...The Daaaaarrrrkkk Annngeelllllssss. [Smoke begins to pour down the entrance ramp as the heavy guitar laden opening rift of "Time Does Not Heal" by Dark Angel blares from the house PA system. The lights dim, and as a blue glow emenates from somewhere deep inside the for, the haunting cords give way to equally chilling words.] # It's always darkest before it goes completely black # I'm older now so I should know, you can never look back # But the scars of childhood memories dominate my head # The inner pain I've vowed to keep until the day I'm dead" [A dark shadow can be seen through the fog's thick blue haze.] # You can't see, the life I was forced to lead # What it's like to die daily # You can't feel, the thoughts I've learned to steal # Survivals my reality" [A series of blue pyro erupts in front of the entrance as Ulfric steps through the fog, his long blue/black hair hanging loose in his face, he is wearing a pair of frayed blue jeans, a black/red "Dark Angels" t-shirt, and motorcycle boots with "Lucifer", his black barbed wired baseball bat in his right hand with his WWW Tag Team Championship belt around his waist as he looks around at the crowd strangely.] # When I was young I lived in fear # The hands of doom forever drawing near # I wonder how I earned to perservere # As time advanced deceit was my life's truth # Spurred on by the peace I never knew" [He pauses midway down the ramp before raising the bat in one hand and bangs his head in time to the music. Ulfric points the bat at the opponents and waits outside of the ring when the arena falls dark and silent, the crowd anxious and waiting for something to happen when the ominous bells rings out in the crowd as AC/DC's Hells Bells comes over the PA system until the ominous tapping of the high hat begins the fever pitch of the guitar riff while laser lights zoom throughout the arena.] # BUUUM # CRASH [The heavy guitar laden first riff of AC/DC's "Back In Black" roars through the arena, accompanied by a flash of brilliant red pyrotechnics while a video package plays on the video wall.] # BA-BA-BUUM # CRASH CRASH CRASH [Red and White pyro streamers, burning bright ignite and engulf the entrance area in a bath of fire and brimstone. The crowd is on their feet and whipped into fury as they give The Wolverine an amazing ovation at the entrance area.] # Back in the back # Of a Cadillac # Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack # Yes, I'm in a bang # With a gang # They've got to catch me if they want me to hang # Cause I'm back on the track [Just as that all important phrase is said, two rockets fly down from the ceiling and blast into the top of the entranceway. This draws the audience's attention there for a moment, and when they look back at the entrance, "The Wolverine" Micheal Lennox is there. He stands on the platform, with a focused look on his face when he pours water over his head as he walks down the aisle dressed in ripped blue jeans with "Wolverine" written down one leg, combat boots, taped fists and a black/red sleeveless "Dark Angels" t-shirt and an old black denim jacket with his WWW Tag Team Championship belt around his waist. [His long tangled hair hanging down in his face while he walks down the aisle and smacks hands with the fans before he joins Ulfric and they both rush into the ring and climb up opposite corners and give the fans a double fist salute.] # And I'm beatin' the flack # Nobody's gonna get me on another rap # So look at me now # I'm just makin' my play # Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way [Lennox and Ulfric climb down and go over to the other opposite corners and gives them another double fist salute and tries to get the fans pumped for the match. Lennox and Ulfric climb down and toss their belts to the ref before they wait in the corner for the match to start.] Mike Weathers - Well Lennox and Ulfric just a few days ago defeated the Whirlybirdz VHS at the Summer Games Pre Show to take the WfWA World Tag Titles, tonight they meet Terence Twister Thompson again. Justin Hellock - It's great having World Tag Gold in the WWW as well as the National Title, we took both from the NGWA over in New England, which is why we'll be winning right here tonight. [With Team WWW in one corner and Team NGWA in the other, the bell sounds.] [DING DING] Mike Weathers - Let's get this match started! Justin Hellock - Let's get these New England idiots beaten to a pulp! [The two teams immediately meet in the middle of the ring and a slugfest kicks off.] Mike Weathers - All 8 men in the ring and exchanging blows. [Lennox dumps Twister outside the ring with a clothesline, Simms and Chilli get the better of Tesauro and McCarthy forcing them backwards. Red Wolf however gets the better of Ulfric and staggers him backward into the corner.] Justin Hellock - There goes Thompson...and McCarthy...and Tesauro. [Chilli and Simms send the two Cruiserweights out and to the floor. Sliding out and attacking them on the outside with stomps. Chilli lays a boot into Twister for good measure.] Mike Weathers - Action spilling to the outside already! [In the ring Ulfric is lifted up in a Double Handed Chokelift, only for Lennox to make the save from behind kicking Red Wolf in the square of the back. Ulfric lands on the top rope as the beat down continues on the outside.] Justin Hellock - Red Wolf seemed to have a plan but The Wolverine put an End to that! [Lennox from behind hit's a Neckbreaker on Red Wolf, Chilli smashes McCarthy's head against the guard-rail and then plants him with a DDT on the outside. Sliding back in Chilli stomps Red Wolf a few times along with Lennox before Chilli motions for Lennox to go up top on the opposite turnbuckle to Ulfric. Simms on the outside lays a boot into the head of Tesauro. Twister stirs.] Mike Weathers - Big time Neckbreaker from Lennox, Team WWW have something up their sleeves here. [Chilli lifts Red Wolf to his feet and hit's a Double Arm DDT. Twister slides in but Chilli cuts him off at the pass with a stomp. Lennox from up top dives hitting a Swandive Headbutt at the same time Ulfric comes crashing down on Red Wolf with a Elbow Drop.] Justin Hellock - Death from above on the NGWA big guy! [Ulfric drags the limp Red Wolf back up and applies a Crossface Chicken Wing Sweeping the legs of Red Wolf away, he hit's the canvas at an angle which pops the shoulder out.] Mike Weathers - The Embrace! Already applied. [With Red Wolf writhing in pain McCarthy and Tesauro manage to get the better of Simms hitting a Double Wheelbarrow Suplexon the concrete. Thompson being kept down with a choke from Chilli.] Justin Hellock - The Urufu is done for! [Tesauro and McCarthy try to make the save on their guy but Lennox kicks McCarthy square in the face, sending him back out then drives a knee into Tesauro's shoulder as he slides in.] Mike Weathers - Will Red Wolf tap out? His shoulder has been separated; he must be in agony! [TAP POP!] [No relent from Ulfric on the hold and Red Wolf Taps.] Justin Hellock - He's gone, Red Wolf is out of here already, this is great now we get to watch as Team WWW squash some bugs on the way to winning this match! [Referee calls order forcing Chilli to break the choke on Twister, Tesauro slides to the outside and starts to talk to McCarthy about something. Twister joins them. Team WWW in the ring stare the NGWA guys down. Red Wolf rolls to the outside where EMT's immediately greet him and start to look at the shoulder en route to the back.] Mike Weathers - I wouldn't count NGWA out of this just yet, those three men might not be the biggest but they can certainly go. Two of them hold WFWA titles, the other has held in the past. [WWW call NGWA back into the ring. The referee starts to push members of team WWW back to their corner. Tesauro, Twister and McCarthy place their fists together and jump up on the apron.] Justin Hellock - It's great the bugs want to fight, then I'm sure that's fine with our guys! [Lennox and Ulfric forced back by the referee, Simms and Chilli push past and come to attack McCarthy, Tesauro and Twister on the apron. But the NGWA guys have it scouted and between middle and top rope drive shoulder blocks into the guts of Chilli and Simms. Back up and McCarthy, Twister and Tesauro grab the heads of Simms and Chilli, jumping off the aprong dragging them down jarring their necks off the top rope and Slingshotting them backwards.] Mike Weathers - You were saying? [Chilli and Simms slide out, NGWA guys get back on the apron. Referee giving instructions to Ulfric and Lennox. Eventually it's Lennox and Tesauro to start us off.] Justin Hellock - That was clever I'll give them that but, it looks as though we're going to get a semblance of proper match right here. And they're a guy down! [Tesauro and Lennox circle each other for a moment. Lennox calling the smaller guy in, Tesauro smiles, they come in for the tie up but Tesauro quickly duck behind the grasp of Lennox, both turn to face each other again and Tesauro drives Lennox back with an array of Sweeping Roundhouse Kicks, to the knee and side.] Mike Weathers - Maybe so, they also have two guys in the Heavyweight Title Match later tonight that's not going to help but what they lack in girth they more than make up for in Spirit and Speed. [Lennox sent to the ropes with an Irish whip not it's reversed, Tesauro comes back of the ropes with a Flying Elbow and knocks the Wolverine down. Tesauro quickly back to his feet and let's fly with a couple more stinging roundhouse kicks to the face, which send Michael Lennox back down.] Justin Hellock - Their spirit will be broken soon enough! [Tesauro in the corner waiting for Lennox to get to his feet Springboards and takes him down with a dropkick to the face. Tesauro quickly tags in McCarthy.] Mike Weathers - WFWA Double Crown Champion in right now! [McCarthy steps through the ropes as Lennox gets back to his feet. Lennox charges at McCarthy and knocks him down with a clothesline. Lennox picks McCarthy back up by the hair but McCarthy counters with a chop to the chest before whipping Lennox to the ropes. Rayne goes for a reverse elbow but Lennox ducks under and sends McCarthy to the mat with a double leg takedown before locking on a Cajun Crossface.] Justin Hellock - Got taught a lesson right there, by the Wolverine. [Tesauro quickly in a and stomps Lennox making the save.] Mike Weathers - With so many people on each team it's going to be difficult to make someone submit unless like we saw right from the off this thing spills over into a mass brawl. [Lennox eyeballs Tesauro as he gets out of the ring, before dragging McCarthy back to his feet Lennox drives McCarthy down to the canvas with a Side Russian Leg Sweep before tagging Chilli in.] Justin Hellock - Here comes the winner of last years Summer Games Tournament current WWW Heavyweight Champion, Chilli. [Chilli steps through the ropes and drags McCarthy back to his feet, Irish Whip by Chilli sends McCarthy to the ropes, McCarthy comes back off the ropes and is knocked down with a clothesline, Chilli drags McCarthy back to his feet hit's a Snap Suplex, rolling back up and bringing McCarthy with him Chilli hits a Double Arm DDT.] Weathers - Team WWW have to keep the pace slow and grind down the members of team NGWA. [McCarthy brought back up and sent to the ropes, before Chilli nails him... [CHRIST POP!] __LLLLAAARRRIIIAAATTTTTAAAHHHHHHHH__ ...McCarthy sent down.] Justin Hellock - Big time Lariat. [Chilli drags McCarthy back up and hit's a Full Nelson Slam, dragging McCarthy back up by his hair twisting him around and PLANTING him down with a Pump Handle Slam.] Mike Weathers - Chilli seemingly a man on a mission right here. [Chilli drags McCarthy up and hit's a DDT, makes the cover.] Justin Hellock - Double Crown Champion could be out of it right here! 1... 2... KICKOUT! Mike Weathers - Kick out on the count of two. [Chilli back up tags in Simms.] Justin Hellock - Chill making sure their opponent doesn't get out the Team WWW corner, thats where they want him and if were to keep him there then he can't make the tag which puts allot of strain on one man. [Simms in quick stomps McCarthy and few times, lifts him to his feet hits a Belly to Back Half Nelson Suplex, Simms rolls to his feet bringing McCarthy with him and drills him down with a Spine Bomb Slam.] Mike Weathers - McCarthy on the end of quite a beating here from Team WWW. [Simms applies a Grounded Armbar attempting to keep McCarthy down but McCarthy manages to drape a leg over the bottom rope and the referee forces Simms to release the hold.] Justin Hellock - Too close to the ropes on that occasion, McCarthy able to adjust quickly and get a foot on the bottom rope. [Simms back to his feet and stomps McCarthy a few times, before tagging Chilli back in.] Mike Weathers - Another quick tag always ensuring that a fresh man is in the ring. Justin Hellock - Great strategy from the hometown team. [Chilli back in quickly drives a quick bott into the midsection of McCarthy who was crawling across the ring towards his own corner. Chilli with a handful of hair drags McCarthy back to his feet. McCarthy taken back down with a short arm clothesline before being dragged back to his feet and drilled with a Northern Lights Suplex.] Weathers - McCarthy has been on the end of a beating here and desperately needs to tag in one of his teammates. [Chilli drags McCarthy back to his feet and whips him to the ropes, McCarthy back off the ropes a DRILLED with a Tilt A Whirl Suplex.] Justin Hellock - Chilli going for a pin. [Chilli hooks the leg of McCarthy.] 1... 2... [NOOOOOOOO] Mike Weathers - McCarthy rolls a shoulder up. Chilli thought he had him right there. [Chilli back into the corner tags in Ulfric.] Justin Hellock - Ulfric tagged back in, the Silent Warrior, the Monster could be the one to put the already beaten McCarthy away. [Ulfric steps through the ropes, grabs McCarthy and lifts him to his feet before executing a Argentine Back Breaker Brainbuster.] Mike Weathers - McCarthy landed hard on the neck right then. [Ulfric far from finished, drags McCarthy up and hit's a Single Arm DDT.] Justin Hellock - Again McCarthy hit's the canvas Shoulder first, Ulfric seemingly has a plan against the Luchadore. [Ulfric drags McCarthy back to his feet and hit's a Bridging Tiger Suplex, McCarthy lands shoulders down in a pinning situation.] ONE... TWO... [???] Thhhaaaaaa... NOOOooooooo... Mike Weathers - Last moment McCarthy manages to kick out right there. [Ulfric rolls back to his feet tags in Chilli back in, Chilli quickly in with a kick to the midsection of McCarthy, succession of stomps keeps McCarthy down, before Chilli drags him to his feet and takes him down with first a Suplex and then a Swinging Neckbreaker.] Justin Hellock - I dont see how McCarthy can take much more of this. He's been on the end of an ass kicking for quite sometime here. [Chilli lays some stomps into the gut of McCarthy wrenching him up off the canvas and hitting a Powerslam. Chilli hits the ropes and drives a elbow into the chest of McCarthy. Chilli drags McCarthy back up and hits a Swinging Neckbreaker.] Mike Weathers - He has been on the end of quite a butchering plus he went through quite a war at the Redondo Beach Bash, defeating Dark Wolf on two occasions in a two pinfall match up. [Chilli stomps McCarthy whips him to the turnbuckle, McCarthy hit's back first Chilli follows it in with a Clothesline. McCarthy trapped in the corner is subjected to a flurry of right hands by Chilli. Chilli lifts McCarthy onto the top rope follows him up.] Justin Hellock - Chilli going upstairs this _will_ put McCarthy away! [McCarthy lifted up and brought... __CRASHING__ ...down with a Superplex.] Mike Weathers - Top rope Suplex and Chilli makes the cover. [An extremely cocky one I might add.] ONE... TWO... THREEEEEEE... [NO!] [From nowhere Tesauro sprang from one end of the ring to the other hitting a Leg Drop across the face of Chilli breaking the pinfall.] Justin Hellock - Goddamn it referee, McCarthy was done for right then. [Chilli looks far from happy as he gets to his feet, referee doing his best to keep Lennox, Simms and Ulfric out. Chilli with a few words to Tesauro as he makes his way out, Tesauro turns Chilli charges for a Clothesline, Tesauro ducks out the way Chilli turns and is sent down with a Armdrag.] Mike Weathers - Joey Tesauro making the save right there, McCarthy seemingly was done for. [Referee orders Tesauro out the ring, Chilli rolls back to his feet as Tesauro steps through the ropes, Chilli with a few words for the World Cruiserweight Champion, Tesauro smiles before giving Chilli a single finger salute.] Justin Hellock - He'll regret that later! I can guarantee it. [Chilli takes a step towards Tesauro before the referee can get in between the two. McCarthy stirs in the corner.] Mike Weathers - So far except for the slobberknocker start to this thing referee has done a great job keeping order in this match up when you consider there's only one of him. [Chilli makes his way back over to McCarthy in the corner, drags him back to his feet and drills him down with a DDT. McCarthy dragged back up and whipped to the ropes, McCarthy comes back off Chilli swings for a clothesline but McCarthy ducks hit's the opposite ropes and comes back with a Flying Forearm Smash to the kisser of Chilli.] Justin Hellock - McCarthy came back avoiding that clothesline attempt and took Chilli down with a bit of Highflying. [Slowly the two men get back to their feet. Chilli and Marc McCarthy meet in the middle of the ring. Chilli gets the upper hand with several shots to the face, and then an Irish Whip into the ropes. When Marc gets back, he is taken down with a shoulder block. Chilli jumps over and heads to the ropes as Marc gets up to meet him.] Mike Weathers - McCarthy could use a tag but instead seems intent on getting some offense of his own in on Chilli. [When Chilli gets back McCarthy tries for a shoulder block, but the big man doesn't move. Marc turns around hits the ropes comes back nailing a Dropkick to the chin of Chilli. Nothing happens. McCarthy tries to sweep the legs out from under him. Again, nothing happens, the former World Champion just looks down and laughs.] Justin Hellock - Took him down once but not again. [Marc steals a glance to Jace, and then Jace nods.] Mike Weathers - McCarthy's friend Jace Maverick at ringside with him, under contract with Silver State Wrestling over in Nevada. [Maverick jumps up onto the apron, and the ref quickly runs over to try and stop him from getting in. Marc nails a low blow on Chilli which makes him double over. Ulfric comes running in, just as Marc takes Chilli down with an Even Flow DDT.] Justin Hellock - Whats this got to do with him he shouldn't be here! [Just as Ulfric gets to McCarthy, he is met with a top rope Missile Dropkick from Joey Tesaruo. It makes Ulfric take one step back, that's it. Joey and Marc look at each other before taking down the dazed Ulfric with a double Drop Toe Hold. The crowds cheers them on as they start dropping double elbows, and leg drops to the back of Ulfric.] Mike Weathers - Obviously here to offer support to his friend McCarthy. [Joey rolls out of the ring, Jace jumps down from the apron, and Marc makes the tag to Twister.] Justin Hellock - Well Ulfric's friend Lucifer might have to be introduced to him later! [Ulfric rolls out of the ring. Twister in to meet Chilli, the two come in for the tie up. Chilli immediately takes advantage forcing the much smaller Twister back into the corner.] Mike Weathers - Twister and Chilli the two legal men the only one's in the ring now, although for a moment we had a few more in here. [Twister in the Chilli releases the hold under duress of the referee before driving an Elbow into the face of Twister. Chilli proceeds to fire a couple of shots into the face of Twister, before whipping him across the ring into the Team WWW corner, Chilli charges in but misses with a Body Avalanche against the turnbuckle, Simms makes a blind tag, which Twister doesn't notice. Chilli hooked up and taken down with a Double Arm DDT.] Justin Hellock - Simms got the tag then as Chilli hit the turnbuckle in the worst possible way. Twister getting out the way. [Twister oblivious gets back to his feet and is sent down with a clothesline by Simms as Chilli rolls out the ring. Simms drags Twister back to his feet and whips him to the ropes, Twister comes back off the ropes ducks a clothesline in the process taking Simms down with a Spear.] Mike Weathers - Well that served Simms and Team WWW good for about as much time as it he took getting the tag. [Twister back to his feet as Simms turns only to be nailed with a Front Face Buster, Twister looks over at Lennox and Ulfric in the corner, as Simms gets back to his feet, Twister quickly hooks him up and takes him down with a DDT.] Justin Hellock - From that glance you could tell that Twister wants his World tag Title belt back from Ulfric and Lennox who beat the Birdz at The Redondo Beach free for all taking those titles. [Simms seemingly allowed to roll to the corner by Twister, Lennox nods at Twister tagging himself in and stepping through the ropes. The two men circle each other for a moment, they come in for the tie up, Lennox quickly gets the advantage and locks on a Wristlock, Twister ducks behind into a Hammerlock, Lennox not to be out done reverses into a Reverse Armbar then wraps his arms Aroudn the waist of Twister hitting a Belly to Back Cradle Suplex.] Mike Weathers - Great exchange ending as Twister Slammed down in a Suplex. The two getting it on again here tonight. [Lennox almost rabid comes in with a set of stomps on Twister, drags him back to his feet and hit's a Snap Suplex. Again Lennox comes in with some stiff looking stomps to thr chest and then the face of Twister. Twister lifted back to his feet and taken down with a Neckbreaker.] Justin Hellock - The Wolverine starting to get into his stride now, Twisters going to regret ever wanting to face the Dark Angels. [With Twister down Lennox applies a Crucifix Knnebar, it's applied literally second before Tesauro comes in breaking up the attempt with a Sweeping kick to the back of Lennox's head.] Mike Weathers - Joey Tesauro seemingly the captain of Team NGWA in the absence of Red Wolf, we all know Lennox and Team have to keep these high flying speedy Cruiserweights down and Lennox has a variety of submission moves each designed to make his opponent scream in agony. [Lennox back to his feet, comes at Twister who's kneeling but Twister quickly adapts and takes Lennox over with a Fireman's Carry.] Justin Hellock - Tesauro making the save before Lennox can cause any real damage to Twister. But he can't do that forever, he'd need eye's in the back of his head. It's only a matter of time. [Twister waits for Lennox to get back up before taking him down with a Armdrag, Lennox starts to get back up but Twister sends him back down with a Shoulder Tackle, as Lennox is getting back up again Twister is quick to hook him up and drive him into the canvas with a Snap DDT.] Mike Weathers - Twister not giving chance for Lennox to get back into this match right here staying on him, as soon as Lennox tries to get up Twister is there. [Lennox back to his feet and comes in after Twister but Twister takes him down with another Armdrag Lennox landing in the Team WW corner reaches up and Ulfric makes the tag.] Justin Hellock - Ulfric and Lennox put Twister and Wendy, the Whirlybirdz through an absolute train wreckage of a match at Redondo beach. Mike Weathers - It shows the resiliance and character of all those four that they have competed here tonight, also. [Ulfric comes in twister quickly ducks out the way of a clothesline, and takes Ulfric down with an Enziguri to the back of the head. Ulfric sent flying forward into the ropes, McCarthy on the apron grabs his head and jumps down, Ulfrics neck is slindshotted off the top rope and has he falls backwards twister hit's a Legdrop to the face as Ulfric's back connects with canvas.] Justin Hellock - Ulfric caught right there, nice bit of team work from Team NGWA. [Twister back to his feet makes the tag to Tesauro. Tesauro quickly scrambles to the top rope with Ulfric down. Guillotine Legdrop across the chest of Ulfric and Tesauro rolls him over for a cover.] Weathers - Tesauro going for a cover. [ONE!] [TWO!] [NOOOooooooo!] Justin Hellock - That was never going to be enough to put Ulfric away. [Tesauro quickly brings Ulfric to his feet series of sweeping roundhouse kicks to the side staggers Ulfric backwards against the turnbuckle. With Ulfric trapped in the corner Tesauro poppers him with more sweeping roundhouse kicks. Tesauro grabs the head of Ulfric dragging him out the corner and hits a Jumping DDT.] Mike Weathers - Team NGWA were on the end of a beating as this match got underway having lost Red Wolf and almost McCarthy, but coming back into this now. [Ulfric down Tesauro hits the roes and lands with a Legdrop over the face of Ulfric, who's then dragged back to his feet and Snap Suplexed back down.] Justin Hellock - But it's four on three, that early casualty could cost NGWA like there is no tomrrow. [Tesauro starts to drag Ulfric back up but is caught with a Single Leg Take down by Ulfric. Who quickly gets back to his feet and goes for an elbow drop only for Tesauro to move out of the way. Ulfric hits nothing but the mat as Tesauro rolls to his feet, Ulfric back up, getting caught with a Spinning Heel Kick staggering him back into the WWW corner. Chilli makes the tag and gets in.] Mike Weathers - Chilli wanted back in on this. Comes in after Tesauro. [Chilli with a clothesline misses Tesauro spins driving a kick into the side of Chilli and takes him down with a DDT. Tesauro quickly back to his feet and hits a rolling Senton.] Justin Hellock - The bigger man Chilli has to get the smaller man grounded like all our WWW guy's do otherwise this little shits will run riot. [Chilli dragged back up and caught with a Sweeping kick to the midsection, which stops him over, Tesauro hooks him up and MAIM's him with an Underhook Face Driver.] Mike Weathers - Chilli's face just driven into the canvas. [McCarthy and Twister quickly climb to the top.. __SMACK__ ..McCarthy lands a Senton] Justin Hellock - What the hell? [Twister from upstairs... __BUMP!__ ...Lands with an elbow from upstairs.] Mike Weathers - Air traffic control in coming from New England! [Simms gets in to make the save but Tesauro ctaches him with a dropkick sending him up and over the tope rope... __WALLOP__ ...Simms lands hard on the outside. McCarthy and Twister slide out the ring.] Justin Hellock - Theirs no need for you to sound so damn happy about it this isn't good. [Tesauro makes the cover.] [..ONE..] [Lennox and Ulfric step through the ropes but cut off as McCarthy and Twister come in after them taking them down with a pair of spears through the ropes to the outside.] [..TWO..] [..Three..] Mike Weathers - Chilli's out of this and it's down to three. [DING DING!] [DISAPPOINTED POP!] [Tesauro quickly back up as the five on the outside are down. Tesauro over to see what happened grabs the top rope and slingshot's himself over, landing on the shoulders of Simms who's the first to get up. Tesauro with a couple of shots to the head, then arches backwards and takes him down with a Hurricanrana!] Justin Hellock - This isn't starting to look so good as I thought. [Chilli rolled out the ring and looks aggrieved and dazed as he hands to the back. Tesauro grabs Simms and rolls him back in the ring. McCarthy and Twister back up and make their way back to the NGWA corner.] Mike Weathers - Well after a mad couple of moments seemingly now it's three on three, Tesauro and Simms the legal men. [Lennox and Ulfric look far from impressed as they pull themselves back up to their corner. Tesauro in charge of Simms in the ring keeping him down on his knees with a series of sweeping kicks to the face.] Justin Hellock - Seemingly Simms didn't have much choice about that. But he's good to go I'm sure. [Tesauro lifts Simms back to his feet and struggles but manages a Release German Suplex on the man 40 lbs. heavier than him. Tesauro quickly back to his feet and nails Simms with a couple of sweeping kicks then takes him down with a Mule Kick. Tesauro in and stomps Simms down.] Mike Weathers - Tesauro showing why he's the WFWA Cruiserweight Champion taking it to the much bigger man. [Tesauro drags Simms back up whips him to the ropes ... no it's reversed Tesaruo comes back off the ropes and takes Simms down with a Handspring Reverse Elbow.] Justin Hellock - He's CW champ, when did he beat that silly little bitch who moaned about working WWW House Shows? Mike Weathers - Widow, about a month or so ago. [Simms down in the NGWA corner starts to sit back up, only to receive e a kick to the face from Tesauro who tags McCarthy in.] Justin Hellock - Your such a smart-ass aren't you, so what can you tell me about Marc McCarthy? [McCarthy comes in from upstairs as Simms gets back to his feet taking him down with a Flying Cross Body.] Mike Weathers - Has competed all over the WfWA, in New England he was the first Massachusetts State Title, shortly after loosing that he won the EWC/NGWA Atlantic Coast Title. Now he's WfWA Double Crown Champion. [Simms down and McCarthy drags him back to his feet, kick to the midsection, McCarthy puts Simms in an Underhook Position and lifts him up and Piledrives him, McCarthy holds onto the Piledriver and hits another.] Mike Weathers - Oh yeah and he hit the Rapid Plant on Hunter Simms. [McCarthy grabs Simms and lifts him back to his feet, whipping him to the ropes, Simms comes back and is taken down by a Spinning Heel Kick. McCarthy springboards off the bottom rope coming back across and laying Simms down with a Leg Drop as he was sitting back up.] Justin Hellock - Ok encyclopedia WFWA. [McCarthy drags Simms back up and hit's a DDT, McCarthy off the ropes comes back with a rolling Senton. Quickly back to his feet atnds with his back to Simms and hit's a standing backflip Moonsault across his chest, then hooks the leg.] Mike Weathers - McCarthy going for a cover cold WWW be down to two? [..OnE..] [..TwO..] [..Nooooo!..] Justin Hellock - He rolls a shoulder off the canvas. [McCarthy quickly climbs to the top rope, waits for Simms to get back to his feet a leaps hitting a Missile Dropkick, Simms taken down into the NGWA corner.] Mike Weathers - Still three on three but NGWA in the ascendency at this point. [McCarthy back to his feet himself stomps Simms on his way over to the NGWA corner, tagging Twister in. Twister in at the double, grabs Simms and lifts him up by the hair. Twister hooks Simms up and hit's a Fishermans Suplex.] Justin Hellock - They seem to be able to isolate one man and go to work on him, Chilli and now Hunter Simms, we have hardly seen Lennox and Ulfric in this match yet. But eventually these guys will have to face them. [Twister quickly back on the case whips Simms to the roes, and ducks for a back body drop Simms spots it and gets a boot into the face of Twister, before taking him down with a Single Arm DDT.] Mike Weathers - Mistake there by Twister now can WW do what NGWA have been so good at doing? They almost eliminated McCarthy in that manner earlier, they have a chance now, but Simms has to make a tag and they have to keep a fresh man in the ring at all times. [Twister dragged back up by Simms, who hits a Butterfly Suplex, rolling back up and bringing Twister with him Simms hit's a Brainbuster. He stomps Twister a few times keeping him down and then applies a Wakigatame Armbar.] Justin Hellock - Simms seems to be doing just fine to me on his own right now. [Tesauro quickly in through the ropes and with a sweeping kick to the head breaks the hold. Simms gets to his feet and jaw jack Tesauro who returns to the apron paying no attention.] Mike Weathers - Again Tesauro showing that he's willing to lead his team against team WWW making the save, Twister locked in a Submission, that's the role of a captain. [Simms drags Twister back to his feet sends him to the ropes and sends him down on the return with a Spinebuster. Simms drags Twister back to his feet and hits a Double Arm DDT, and makes the cover.] Justin Hellock - Maybe he doesn't need anyone else? [..One..] [..Two..] [..Kickout!..] Mike Weathers - Twister kicks out. [Both men roll to their feet and Simms quickly applies a Sleeper.] Justin Hellock - Simms with a Sleeper Hold wearing down the quick high flying Terrence 'Twister' Thompson. Mike Weathers - Not a bad tactic right there. Justin Hellock - yeah until that little snot Tesauro comes in to save his buddy. [Twister fights the hold but can't escape, Simms locking it in tight. Tesauro starts to step through the ropes but referee orders him back. McCarthy shouts encouragement to Twister, drops down to the floor and bangs on the canvas.] Mike Weathers - Not this time seemingly Twister all on his own this time. [Twister's arm raised by the referee it falls a little but he tenses it, then wraps both hands around the head of Simms dropping down for a Reverse Jawbreaker.] Justin Hellock - And he escapes! [Twister slowly back up Simms not far behind him starts to make his way over to the corner, but Twister takes him down with a Knee Clip. Twister drags Simms back up and whips him into the Team NGWA corner.] Mike Weathers - Simms should have made the tag while he had the time to do so. [Twister hits the ropes as Simms staggers out the corner, Simms's head DRIVEN into the canvas with a Running Bulldog. Twister back to his feet and tags in McCarthy.] Justin Hellock - McCarthy's back in this one now. [McCarthy through the ropes and measures Simms waiting for him to get back up, McCarthy takes a few side steps then BUTCHERS the chin of Simms with a stiff Superkick.] Mike Weathers - Reality check by Marc McCarthy! [McCarthy quickly tags Twister back in, with Simms down. McCarthy hits the middle rope from a Slingshot Asai Moonsault, as Twister drags Simms back up he quickly he hits a Spinning Pancake Rack.] Justin Hellock - God damn it the Last Lap! [Tesauro and McCarthy quickly upstairs as a warning just as Lennox and Ulfric step through the ropes. Twister makes the cover. Ulfric and Lennox step into the ring but no more.] [..One..] [..Two..] [..Three..] Mike Weathers - Now NGWA have more then evened the odds they're now up two to three! [Lennox is quickly on Twister with a Axe Handle Smash to the back as he gets up. Twister sent rolling into the ropes, using them he pulls himself back to his feet and Lennox eyeballs him, the two exchange a brief word.] Justin Hellock - Michael Lennox is the one with all the experience, he's been in these big time matches so many times, where as this is a first for the opposition. Lennox has seen and done everything before. [The two men come in for the tie up, Lennox backs Twister into the ropes, Twister turns reversing the situation. Thompson looks for the Irish whip on Lennox but Lennox reverses the whip and picks up Twister before slamming him down to the mat with a painful spinebuster. Lennox gets back to his feet before hitting the ropes and driving his forearm into Twisters's throat numerous times before going for a cover.] Mike Weathers - Maybe using that experience right there. [..1..] [..2..] [..Noooo...] Justin Hellock - Only a two count for Lennox right there but, eventually the Wolverine will take out each of these NGWA guys one at a time. [Lennox wrenches Twister back to his feet drives a kick into the midsection and drills him with a Evenflow DDT. Lennox with Twister down applies a Spinning Toe Hold, applying pressure on the left knee of his opponent.] Mike Weathers - Lennox following up a big DDT and going to work on the knee of Terrence 'Twister' Thompson. [Tesauro steps between the ropes, Lennox releases quickly to face Tesauro who steps back out. Lennox grabs the left leg of Twister and drives and Elbowdrop into it, rolls back up and executes the elbow drop again.] Justin Hellock - We saw earlier how Lennox and Ulfric targeted the shoulders of McCarthy, to no avail it seems now they switch their attention to the knee of Thompson. [Lennox brings Twister to his feet, hooks him up and takes him down with a Belly to Belly Suplex.] Mike Weathers - Again almost mechanically Lennox applies a submission aimed at taking away the left knee of Twister, in this case a Elevated Inverted Indian Deathlock. [This time Tesauro is in and with a sweeping kick to the face breaks the hold. Ulfric, can't take it any more and steps through the ropes, coming in after Tesauro but McCarthy already up top and waiting leaps from the turnbuckle and catches Ulfric with a Cross Body Press.] Justin Hellock - As soon as Lennox or Ulfric get any kind of advantage these damn NGWA guys break it all up. [Referee regains order forcing Tesauro and McCarthy out, Ulfric back to his feet joins Lennox in a stomping Twister down, the two lift him to his feet and lift him up for a Double Stalling Vertical Suplex.] Mike Weathers - Now it's Team WWW with the Double Team. [Twister brought down with a band, Ulfric forced back to the corner by the referee but Lennox makes the tag bringing him back in. Ulfric in at the double grabbing Twister back to his feet, and lifting him up before planting him down with a Shoulderbreaker.] Justin Hellock - Everyone knows that Ulfric is a great submissionist but in this type of Environment, I just have the feeling that Tesauro and McCarthy will break every attempted hold he goes for. [Ulfric again brings Twister to his feet, applies a quick Armbar but then lifts him and DRIVES him into the canvas with a Hammerlock Slam.] Mike Weathers - This is Summer Games, people must do what they have to survive and if that means breaking submissions then so be it. [Ulfric drags Twister to his feet and shoves him against the turnbuckle and catches him with a couple of shots to the face, Ulfric with an Irish Whip sends twister flying across the ring... ___BANG__ ...Twister hit's the turnbuckle hard.] Justin Hellock - Well I guess your right, this is the biggest night of the WfWA year, people have to be at their best. [Twister staggers out the corner and is sent down by a clothesline by Ulfric, Ulfric drags Twister back to his feet, lifting him up and PLANTING him over his knee with a backbreaker.] Mike Weathers - Since Simms was eliminated it's been hard for Twister to get to his corner and make a tag and he could use one here. [Ulfric grabs the leg of Twister and applies a Leg Grape vine, again going after the left knee. Referee this time keeps Tesauro in the corner, the two exchange words, Lennox steps through the ropes and with the leg grapevine applied Lennox stomps away at the left knee.] Justin Hellock - After this he'll need surgery on that knee. Mike Weathers - You have no shame do you? [Referee turns catching Lennox doing the dirty, forces Ulfric to release the hold and forces Lennox back out.] Justin Hellock - I'm just calling this the way I see it. [Ulfric drags Twister back to his feet sends him to the ropes with an Irish Whip, Ulfric goes for a big boot to the face as Twister comes back but Twister adjusts on the move and baseball slides under the raised boot of Ulfric sliding underneath, Ulfric turns to face him Twister back to his feet and DRIVES Ulfric's head into the canvas with an X-Factor.] Mike Weathers - Head On Collision by Twister! [Twister rolls backwards exhausted, unable to make the pin.] Justin Hellock - Former WFWA Tag Champion is unable to capitalise though and both men now struggling in the ring both need the tag. [There's a race on, if not a quick one, as Ulfric and Twister both crawl towards their corners. McCarthy, Tesauro and Lennox all keen to make the tag.] Mike Weathers - You ever gets the tag first here will have a huge advantage. Justin Hellock - No shit Sherlock. [Ulfric makes it and tags in Lennox. Twister a smidgen short and Lennox cuts him off, with a kick to the midsection and a number of stiff stomps to the face. Lennox drags him up and sends sends Thompson into the ropes with an Irish whip but Twister reverses the whip and goes for a hip toss but Lennox blocks it and turns it into a Cajun Crossface while Twister frantically crawls to the ropes before it gets locked in.] Mike Weathers - Lennox unable to apply that Cajun Crossface right there on Terence Twister Thompson. [Lennox the first to his feet, the referee forces him backwards after a stomp waiting for Twister to remove himself from the ropes.] Justin Hellock - Great reversal though. Twister is really struggling. [Twister back to his feet, the two men come in for the tie up, Lennox gains the advantage and shoots him into the ropes and catches him with a massive powerslam before making the tag to Ulfric before climbing up the opposite turnbuckles.] Mike Weathers - We saw this early it was enough to put Red Wolf away, could the same happen here to Terrence Thompson [Lennox and Ulfric look to each other before leaping off the opposing top turnbuckles with a flying elbowdrop and Swan Dive Headbutt onto Thompson. Ulfric goes for the cover and hooks the leg.] Justin Hellock - Death from above! [..1..] [..2..] [..3!!.. ...Noooooo.] [McCarthy charges in and stomps on Ulfric to break the cover. The ref tries to usher McCarthy out but Ulfric gets up and sends McCarthy flying to the outside with a knee to the kidneys.] Mike Weathers - McCarthy tried to make the save right then but didn't pay off for the WFWA Double Crown Title Holder and the hand of one of only two former Double Crown Champions. Justin Hellock - Well he saved Twister! [Ulfric grabs Twister lifting him up, but Twister quickly grabs Ulfric around the head and nails him with a Jawbreaker, both down again.] Mike Weathers - De Ja Vu anyone? Justin Hellock - Last time Ulfric was able to make the tag Twister wasn't will it be the same this time? [Ulfric back to his feet a little dazed comes after Twister who's slowly making his way to the corner, as Ulfric reaches him Twister dives forward tagging in McCarthy.] Mike Weathers - No this time it's Twister who gets the tag and McCarthy is back in. [McCarthy is like a man possessed and drives several shot's into the face of Ulfric backing the bigger man up, Ulfric against the ropes and sent across the ring, he comes back off the ropes and is taken down with a Dropkick to the knee. McCarthy gets back to his feet and quickly executes a Standing Senton, landing on the back of Ulfric.] Justin Hellock - He's a living breathing Sentonfest is McCarthy. [McCarthy drags Ulfric back up and plants him with a German Suplex, McCarthy rolls to his feet to the ropes and springboards hitting a Elbow into the face of Ulfric.] Mike Weathers - Seemingly McCarthy can hit a Senton or Moonsault from any situation, hit a Shooting Star Press from the top turnbuckle through a table to win the WFWA Double Crown. [McCarthy takes his time but manages to apply a Rolling Mexican Surfboard with Dragon Sleeper on Ulfric.] Justin Hellock - Going for a submission I dont see Ulfric submitting, it's just not a word that's in guys vocabulary. Mike Weathers - Maybe not, amazing pain threshold has Ulfric, but the longer the hold is applied the more damage it inflicts, we saw how Lennox and Ulfric have targeted body parts of opponents before. Maybe this time it's NGWA's to use that kind of offence against them. [Referee asks Ulfric if he wants to quit, but he shakes his head and grimaces, pain etched across the features of his face.] Justin Hellock - He'd pass out before he'd submitted. [Lennox figuring 'if its OK for them' steps through the ropes and walks over stomping McCarthy's head a few times forcing him to release the hold.] Mike Weathers - Lennox making sure that doesn't happen. [Lennox with a few words to Tesauro as he makes his way back to the corner, Tesauro steps through the ropes, Lennox turns and Tesauro leaps ... __SMACK__ ...Cross Body Press from Tesauro and the two go over the top rope to the outside.] Justin Hellock - Referee should disqualify them on sight right now. [McCarthy the first to his feet in the ring, Ulfric struggling back up McCarthy with a flurry of quick _stiff_ kicks to the midsection of Ulfric as he was getting back up, keeps him down. On the outside Tesauro nails Lennox with a flurry of punches, before the officials on the outside drag him off.] Mike Weathers - Well as I said before theirs seemingly a Spirit that McCarthy, Twister and particularly Tesauro have found within since Red Wolf was eliminated in the opening moments in this match. [McCarthy brings Ulfric back to his feet, lifts him and drills him head first into the canvas with a Brainbuster. McCarthy rolls back to his feet stomps Ulfric, McCarthy quickly to the top rope and waits for Ulfric to get up before hitting a Tornado DDT.] Justin Hellock - DDT right off the top, Ulfric could be gone right here. [..1..] [..2..] [..Nooooo!..] Mike Weathers - Ulfric gets a shoulder up on the count of two. [McCarthy rolls Ulfric out of the ring, and steps through the ropes. McCarthy waits for Ulfric to get back to his feet before sending him down with a Sling Shot Fore Arm Smash to the face, taking him back down. Lennox to his feet in the corner.] Justin Hellock - McCarthy taking this match to the outside, maybe not a great idea you just know that Lucifer will be around somewhere. [McCarthy with a plethora of shots to the face of Ulfric, grabs him lifting him up and hitting a Snap Suplex on the concrete. McCarthy stomps Ulfric down some more, then climbs back to the apron.] Mike Weathers - Well while McCarthy's has the advantage, Lucifer not likely to enter the equation. [McCarthy hoists himself up to the top rope.] Justin Hellock - Dont tell me he's going to do this, it would be Suicide! Mike Weathers - I dont think there's much stopping him now. [A massive intake of air from around the arena and flashbulbs a plenty as McCarthy from the top rope hit's a Double Somersault Moonsault landing on the chest of Ulfric, who's on the concrete on the outside.] Justin Hellock - HOLY SHIT DID YOU SEE THAT. Mike Weathers - I saw it, we all saw it. Not sure any of us can believe it. [McCarthy rolls off Ulfric both men sucking in air out on the concrete that is the outside.] " Dub-Ya, Dub-Ya, Aye! " " Dub-Ya, Dub-Ya, Aye! " " Dub-Ya, Dub-Ya, Aye! " " Dub-Ya, Dub-Ya, Aye! " Justin Hellock - I dont see either of them moving. [Not a stir as yet as McCarthy and Ulfric are down on the concrete.] Mike Weathers - Home town fans here in California certainly want to see their team prevail but really starting to appreciate the efforts of these three much smaller, in body but not in heart from New England. [McCarthy the first to stir.] Justin Hellock - Referee gave up counting on 76 these two not likely to up on the count of ten. [McCarthy shakes his head as he starts to drag himself to his feet using the ring apron. He grabs Ulfric dragging him up by the hair and rolls him inside the ring.] Mike Weathers - Could be good night for Ulfric right here. [McCarthy slides into the ring and makes the cover.] [..One..] [..Two..] [..Nothing..] Justin Hellock - Ulfric got a foot on the bottom rope, breaking the pin fall look. [All eyes hit the bottom rope as McCarthy looks at the referee in shock, ref points to the foot of Ulfric lodged on the bottom rope.] Mike Weathers - These men are amazing. [McCarthy bangs the canvas in frustration. getting to his fet and driving a couple of laboured stomps into the chest of Ulfric.] Justin Hellock - Now if anyone needed a tag it was Ulfric, McCarthy can't be that much better off. [McCarthy drags Ulfric up and hit's a DDT. Before dragging himself to the top rope.] Mike Weathers - No argument on that score here. [McCarthy on the middle rope turns launching himself forward for a legdrop... __SMACK__ ...Ulfric rolls out of the way at THE very last moment as McCarthy hits the mat.] Justin Hellock - There's still life in Ulfric after all this the man is truly unstoppable, I dont know what these guys will have to do to put him away. [McCarthy struggles back to his feet, Ulfric crawling towards Lennox in the corner who's banging on the canvas.] Mike Weathers - Michael Lennox letting Ulfric know which corner to go to smacking his foot into the canvas like a homing beacon. [McCarthy over to meet Ulfric but Ulfric gets the tag. Lennox into the ring at pace charges at McCarthy, but McCarthy seemingly somehow still has his wits about him and takes Lennox down with a Drop toe hold.] Justin Hellock - Christ I thought McCarthy was done for right then, but seemingly still awake enough to catch Lennox out with a drop toe hold. [McCarthy to his feet, with Lennox down. McCarthy backs into the ropes and hit's a Baseball Slide dropkick into the face of Crawling Wolverine.] Mike Weathers - Well you should never count out Athletes like these men. [McCarthy grabs Lennox and starts to drag him back up, Lennox gets a thumb into the eye of McCarthy which shocks him, Lennox takes advantage nails a couple of hard rights to the face of McCarthy, before trying to whip McCarthy into the corner. McCarthy reverses the Irish Whip and Lennox goes into the corner. McCarthy runs at him, nailing a Dropkick to the chin.] Justin Hellock - I promise I wont ever again! [While Lennox is stumbling out of the corner, McCarthy stands up underneath him, and lifts him up into a Death Valley Driver position. McCarthy holds him up for a second as he steps up onto the second rope of the turnbuckle.] Mike Weathers - What the hell? [McCarthy sits on the top turnbuckle, and then jumps off, nailing a huge Death Vally Driver onto Micheal Lennox.] Justin Hellock - My god a DVD on the Wolverine. McCarthy was beaten earlier, hit that suiidal move from the top and still had it in him to hit a top rope DVD. [McCarthy hooks the leg.] [..OnE..] [..TwO..] [..3!!.. ...Noooooo. No, No, No!] Mike Weathers - He gets a Shoulder up, Lennox got a shoulder off the mat! Justin Hellock - McCarthy can't believe it! [McCarthy grabs Lennox and pulls him to his feet. Sets him up for an Evenflow DDT.] Mike Weathers - McCarthy looking for his Forget About It. [But Lennox counters with a double leg takedown and a Roll Through into a pin.] [..One..] [..Two..] [..Kickout!..] Justin Hellock - Lennox almost caught McCarthy out right there with a great counter. [The two get to their feet, and come in for the tie up, Lennox takes McCarthy down to a knee with a Sideheadlock and grinds away at the hold.] Mike Weathers - Lennox now after that seemingly has the advantage, and keeping McCarthy down with a headlock, if you can clip the wings of a high flyer you take away allot of his offence. [McCarthy takes a few steps forward shoving Lennox who puts the brakes on going down to a knee and taking McCarthy down with him.] Justin Hellock - McCarthy trying to escape but can't quite manage it. [Lennox back up McCarthy again pushes forward, this time forcing Lennox off. Lennox hits the ropes, McCarthy goes for a clothesline, Lennox ducks comes off of the ropes and connects with a flying forearm to the jaw of McCarthy. Lennox quickly leaps onto the top turnbuckle and jumps off with a legdrop and makes the cover.] Mike Weathers - Louisiana Jam could that do the trick? [..1..] [..2..] [..Kickout!..] Justin Hellock - McCarthy kicks out, but starting to be dominated by Lennox. [McCarthy kicks out when Lennox grabs McCarthy and connects with a couple of knife edge chops before throwing him to the outside. Lennox follows McCarthy to the outside, sliding under the bottom rope.] Mike Weathers - On the outside it's only going to get worse for McCarthy. [Lennox grabs McCarthy smashes his head into the ringside barrier a couple of times, Lennox drags McCarthy by the back of the head around the ring, Irish Whip... __CLANG__ ...McCarthy connects back first with the ring steps.] Justin Hellock - Only going to get worse, quite the understatement! [Lennox in with a kick to the gut of McCarthy and rolls him back into the ring.] Mike Weathers - McCarthy should have made the tag when he had the chance. [Lennox slides in after McCarthy, drags him back to his feet. Lennox whips McCarthy into the ropes before putting him straight down with a crunching spinebuster.] Mike Weathers - He just shook the ring on that shot. Justin Hellock - That will make your liver quiver and lip go numb, that's for damn sure. [Lennox extends McCarthys arm before dropping numerous kneedrops to the shoulder before locking on a Stepover Armbar with Neck Submission.] Mike Weathers - Just like Lennox and Ulfric did earlier no going back after the shoulders of McCarthy weaken that part of his anatomy. In this case the Strangle Hold Gamma. [Tesauro is in quick and dropkick to the face of Lennox breaks the hold, Tesauro out of the ring in a hurry, as Lennox gets back to his feet, lennox looks over at Tesauro who smiles and waves at him, Lennox takes a few steps forward towards Tesauro, referee gets in the way and turns Lennox around and stomps McCarthy in the shoulder.] Justin Hellock - I can't wait to see Michael Lennox get a hold of Joey Tesauro! [McCarthy dragged back to his feet by Lennox, hooked up and taken down with a Strait Jacket Suplex.] Mike Weathers - Big Time Suplex. [McCarthy sits up, Lennox moves forwards hitting a Forward Neck Snap, rolls back to his feet and hits a Twist of Fate Neckbreaker.] Justin Hellock - Now the Wolverine is really going after that neck. [McCarthy dragged back up lifted and drilled with a Screwdriver.] Mike Weathers - That certainly isn't going to help matters. [Lennox makes the quick tag to Ulfric before sending McCarthy into the ropes and catches him with a drop toe hold before Ulfric flies off the ropes and connects with a springboard legdrop to the neck of McCarthy and goes for the cover. Lennox stays in the ring keeping Tesauro and Twister out.] Justin Hellock - Neither is that good night McCarthy! [..oNe..] [..TwO..] [..Kickout..] Mike Weathers - McCarthy staying alive in this match, that's all he can do until he is able to get a tag, which he desperately needs. [Ulfric makes the tag to Lennox and shoots McCarthy into the ropes and goes for a double clothesline but McCarthy barely ducks under and comes back into a stunning double high knee from the Dark Angels before Ulfric leaves the ring.] Justin Hellock - Couple of quick tags and the Dark Angels starting to get into gear, like a weel oil machine, a machine that can destroy any men! [Lennox drags McCarthy back to his feet lifts him up and hits a Swinging Neckbreaker. Lennox drags McCarthy to his feet and sends him into the Dark Angels corner, Lennox with a hand on the trunks and one round the neck of McCarthy shoves him between middle and top rope. McCarthy's shoulder connects with the steel ringpost, with a sickening thud.] Mike Weathers - We saw Ulfric separate the Shoulder of Red Wolf earlier, if he could lock the Embrace in on McCarthy his participation in the match from this point would be academic. [Lennox makes the tag, Ulfric steps into the ring McCarthy. Fires a shot into the back of McCarthy beating him down.] Justin Hellock - Another quick tag and they have done a great job of Isolating McCarthy. [Ulfric drags McCarthy out and spins him around, stomping away at the midsection before going for a blatant choke on the mat while the ref. starts the count.] ..1.. ..2.. ..3.. ..4.. [Ulfric releases the choke on the count of five.] Mike Weathers - Blatant choke applied for as long as the referee would allow. [McCarthy dragged back to his feet and hit with a Electric Chair Suplex.] Justin Hellock - Ulfric throwing round a severely beaten McCarthy like a ragdoll. [Ulfric with a couple of stomps, lifts McCarthy back to his feet hooks him up and hits a Dragon Suplex.] Mike Weathers - McCarthy folded up like an accordion. [Ulfric makes the cover.] [..1..] [..2..] [..3..] Justin Hellock - McCarthy's out of here. Tesauro and Twister where were they that time? [DING DING DING!] Mike Weathers - Guess they figured McCarthy had had enough. [Ulfric gets back to his feet only to be greeted by flurry of Sweeping Kicks by Joey Tesauro who's in at the double, referee rolls McCarthy out of the ring and he's helped to the back by Jace maverick.] Justin Hellock - Tesauro in like a demon ant all over Ulfric with those judo style kicks. [Tesauro backs Ulfric into the ropes, shoots him across the ring, Ulfric comes back off the ropes and is greeted by a Flying Clothesline that takes him down.] Mike Weathers - The 'Aerial Artist' Marc McCarthy leaves but as the WfWA Double Crown Champion leaves the WfWA Crisuerweight Champion goes to work. [Ulfric starts to get back in but in a seated position Tesauro with a sweeping kick to the face takes Ulfric backdown, Tesauro grabs a handful of hair dragging Ulfric back to his feet and hits a Belly to Back Suplex.] Justin Hellock - Tesauro wasting no time here, really going for it. Thus far Ulfric hasn't been able to live with those lightening strikes. [Tesauro goes to the Middle Rope hitting a Guillotine Legdrop across the face of Ulfric, he quickly gets back up bringing Ulfric with him and nails him with a Jumping DDT.] Mike Weathers - Team WWW were never going to match Tesauro, McCarthy or Twister for pace, they are going to have to do what they did with McCarthy and isolate him, keep him grounded and work him on the mat to wear him down and eliminate him. [Ulfric pulled back to his feet and greeted with a Short Arm Roundhouse Kick to the jaw that sends him down. Tesauro hits the ropes Springboarding for an Asai Moonsault landed on the chest of Ulfric.] Justin Hellock - I have my money on them being able to do that and eliminate these two. Mike Weathers - Well they have to stop them in their tracks first! [Tesauro springs to his feet looks at Ulfric down and then puts a hand to either ear.] Justin Hellock - What the hell is he doing? Mike Weathers - I have no idea. [Tesauro puts another hand to either ear and then smiles, turning Ulfric over and applying a Crippler Crossface.] Justin Hellock - He was mimicking Ulfric, the voices and what not then applies one of Ulfric's trademark holds, the Crippler Crossface. [Lennox far from pleased into the ring and boots Tesauro square in the face.] Mike Weathers - Lennox didn't seem happy about that. Justin Hellock - And you can't blame him. Mike Weathers - Actually I thought it was pretty funny. [Tesauro back to his feet and drags Ulfric with him hitting a Snap Suplex, Tesauro makes the tag and in comes Twister.] Justin Hellock - this is where things could go wrong for Team WWW, if Tesauro and Twister are able to isolate Ulfric and keeping him trapped in their side of the ring. [Twister is on Ulfric quickly lifts him up and hit's a Fishermans Suplex, quickly rolling back to his feet, he lift's Ulfric back to his feet, after a sharp kick to the midsection takes him down with a Single Arm DDT.] Mike Weathers - Team NGWA cutting the ring in half right now. Keeping Ulfric one of the finalists in last years Summer Games in their half of the ring. [Twister brings Ulfric to his feet, lifts him up and PLANTS him down with a Sidewalk Slam. Twister back up and makes the tag to Tesauro.] Justin Hellock - in comes Tesauro again, keeping these tags quick and frequent. [Tesauro in with a Slingshot Senton over the top rope, landing on the gut of Ulfric.] Mike Weathers - Great strategy, Ulfric eliminated Marc McCarthy but hasn't been able to blink since then. [Tesauro grabs Ulfric by the hair dragging him back to his feet hooks him up and hit's a Hand and Arm Suplex. Joey springs back up, runs across the ring handspring's, hit's the ropes and Lennox in the face with a elbow, which sends Lennox down, Tesauro still on the move with a Baseball Slide that sends Ulfric to the outside.] Justin Hellock - He's like a damn bouncy ball! [Twister from the apron drops down, grabbing Ulfric and hits a Front Face Buster before rolling him back in the ring.] Mike Weathers - Tesauro and Twister have tagged together before in NGWA and that is showing now, great team work from the pair. [Tesauro lifts Ulfric back to his feet, as Lennox is down on the outside, Irish Whip by Tesauro, Ulfric back of the ropes, Joey with a Farewell Flapjack Pick up into a Front Drop Kick.] Justin Hellock - DAYUM! Mike Weathers - Exactly. Justin Hellock - No that's what the moves called! [Tesauro drags Ulfric back to his feet whips him to the ropes Ulfric back off the ropes, SUPERKICK into the jaw of Ulfric sends him down.] Mike Weathers - That's a Superkick in anyone's book a bloody hard one! [Tesauro makes the cover.] [..Un..] [..Deux..] [..Trios... NOOOoooo!!!!..] [Lennox grabs the leg of Tesauro and pulls him out of the ring.] Justin Hellock - Lennox just saved Ulfric seemingly he was done for right there! [Tesauro gets clobbered by Lennox with a couple of shot's to the face, before Lennox under the instructions of the referee slides him back in the ring.] Mike Weathers - Ulfric seemed done for right then! [Tesauro in the ring gets back to his feet and tags in Twister.] Justin Hellock - He could of kicked out the king of Hardcore can take an in human amount of pain. [Twister quickly back in and drags Ulfric to his feet, lifts him up and SLAMS him down in a Michenouku Driver. twister hooks the leg on for the cover.] Mike Weathers - Guess we'll find out now! [..Uno..] [..Dos..] [..Tres... ...KicKout!!] Justin Hellock - I told you he could have kicked out, the man is amazing! Mike Weathers - Ulfric has been punished here tonight, eliminating Marc McCarthy was the worst thing he has ever done! [Twister can hardly believe it, he grabs Ulfric bringing him to his feet again Justin Hellock - Well he's still in this match unlike McCarthy do it's not SUCH a bad thing. [Twister drags Ulfric back to his feet taking him down with a Snap DDT, following that up with a Russian Legsweep.] Mike Weathers - Ulfric in _DIRE_ need of a tag to Lennox. [Twsiter again lifts Ulfric to his feet lifts him up and Slams him down following the scoop up. Twister comes back off the ropes and drops a leg across the face of Ulfric.] Justin Hellock - Someone has to do something here Ulfric can't last much longer. [Twister grabs a legs of Ulfric and hoists it up under his armpit applying a Boston Crab.] Mike Weathers - Boston Crab applied, Ulfric might not tap out but he could sure pass out. [Lennox in hit's the ropes making the save with a clothesline taking Twister down.] Justin Hellock - Lennox makes the save again. He knows that if he's left on his own in this match against two, it's most unlikely he'll make it to that Cage for the final! [Lennox makes his way out the ring under instructions from the referee. Twister gets back to his feet grabs Ulfric and starts to bring him back to his feet. Twister drags Ulfric over to the corner, hoists him up onto the top rope.] Mike Weathers - Ulfric still in trouble, Twister taking this upstairs. [Twister on the Middle rope wraps his arms around Ulfric and falls backwards into a German Superplex.] Justin Hellock - Top rope German Suplex by Twister. [Twister holds the back of his neck having landed on it hard, Ulfric unmoved on the mat.] Mike Weathers - Twister seemed to hurt himself also during that move. [Twister starts to climb to the top rope again.] Justin Hellock - It's not stopping him though again he prepares to fly. [Ulfric begins to move, dazed he gets back to his feet, seemingly no knowing which corner to turn to, turns to face Twister... ___KeeerrrrrrrSSSccchhhPLAT___ ...Missile dropkick to the face.] Mike Weathers - Missile dropkick from way up high. [On impact Ulfric sent reeling backwards falling backwards onto the back of his neck and flipping over onto his front.] Justin Hellock - That landing look damn ugly. [Twister down himself, but Ulfric landed in the Team WWW corner Lennox makes the tag comes in after Twister.] Mike Weathers - Ulfric didn't know a damn thing about it but Lennox is back in this. [Lennox swings for a clothesline, Twister ducks. Lennox against the ropes, gets caught and sent flying by Twister with an Armdrag.] Justin Hellock - The Wolverine, this is what WWW needed! [Twister makes the tag as Lennox gets back to his feet and in comes Tesauro.] Mike Weathers - Twister got the tag to Tesauro. [Tesauro quickly in as Lennox starts to get back up Sweeping kick to the face sends him down. Tesauro lifts Lennox to his feet goes for another kick but Lennox catches it, Tesauro quickly arches backwards hitting a reverse somersault kick to the chin sending Lennox down.] Justin Hellock - Christ what agility, like something out of a Video Game. Mike Weathers - Guile from Street Fighter? Justin Hellock - I was thinking more Sub Zero from Mortal Kombat! [Tesauro grabs Lennox bringing him back to his feet, and hit's a Snap Suplex, rolling back up Joey drags Lennox with him and hit's a Release German Suplex.] Mike Weathers - Whatever Tesauro's cooking on gas! [Tesauro looks to put Lennox away as he lifts Lennox in the air for a powerbomb but Lennox barely rolls through it and turns Tesauro around into an over the knee facebuster. Tesauro gets back to his feet and comes in and goes for a right hand but Lennox blocks and nails him with another facebuster before falling onto the mat and crawls to make the cover.] Justin Hellock - Lennox on the comeback trail a real ring general! [..1..] [..2..] [..Kickout!..] Mike Weathers - Tesauro kicks out. [Lennox picks up a stunned Tesauro and hooks on a single arm DDT before dropping him to the mat.] Justin Hellock - That's the infamous "Divorce Court" shoulderbreaker of his. It has lead to a lot of submissions for the legendary champ. [Lennox picks up Tesauro and with a sadistic smile drives him into the mat with two more Divorce Courts before locking on the Cajun Crossface but Tesauro tries to escape, crawling to the ropes.] Mike Weathers - Cajun Crossface almost locked in! [But Joey makes it to the ropes, grabbing the bottom one.] Justin Hellock - Tesauro desperate to break the hold made it to the ropes. [Lennox back to his feet and stomps Tesauro, lifts him back to his feet and whips him across the ring takes him down with a rising knee hit to the chest.] Mike Weathers - Lennox now in charge, has to be Ulfric still struggling on the outside not ready for a tag of any kind. [Lennox drags Tesauro back to his feet its a Northern Lights Suplex, Lennox drags Tesauro back up and whip's him to the ropes, Tesauro back off the ropes is lifted up onto the shoulders of Lennox and PLANTED with a Samoan drop.] Justin Hellock - The Wolverine in the kind of mood to leave his opponent broken shells of men. he was WFWA Heavyweight Champion at the first ever Summer Games and last year competed for ACW. This year I'm glad to say he's on Team WWW. [Lennox has Tesauro reeling and then places him on the top turnbuckle before climbing up and taking him to the mat with a superplex. Lennox rolls through and goes for the cover.] Mike Weathers - Superplex and a cover! [..1..] [..2..] [..3... ...NOOOOOooo!] Justin Hellock - I can't believe this Tesauro kicks out! [Lennox drags Tesauro wrenching him off the matt, hits a Hangmans Neckbreaker taking him down, Lennox lifts Tesauro again, CRACKS him down with another Hangmans Neckbreaker. Ulfric finally returns to the Team WWW corner.] Mike Weathers - Pair of Neckbreakers there by Lennox. [Tesauro brought back to his feet and BURIED into the canvas with a Piledriver.] Justin Hellock - Lennox showing his endurance, sustained whatever NGWA had to throw at him and came back showing his great endurance. [Lennox lifts Tesauro up again, kick to gut... __STUNNNAAHHHH__ ...Tesauro sent flying on impact.] Mike Weathers - Bayou Stunner on Joey Tesauro! Justin Hellock - That's just got to be all for Tesauro! [Lennox makes the cover.] [..Eins..] [..Zwei..] [..Drei..] [GASPS!] [...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...] Mike Weathers - Tesauro gets a shoulder up! [Lennox looks at the referee in disbelief. He garbs Tesauro and drags him back to his feet and hit's a Uranage Suplex.] Justin Hellock - I can't believe this, what will it take to put Tesauro away? [Lennox exchanges a few words with Ulfric in the corner.] Mike Weathers - I have no idea but seemingly Ulfric has a plan. [Lennox comes off of the ropes and connects with a flying forearm to the jaw of Tesauro. Lennox goes for the cover.] Justin Hellock - Another pin? [..1..] [..2..] [..Kickout..] Mike Weathers - Still not enough to put Joey Tesauro out. [Tesauro kicks out when Lennox grabs Tesauro and connects with a couple of knife edge chops before throwing him to the outside. Lennox makes the tag to Ulfric before crouching down in front of the ropes.] Justin Hellock - What are they going to do now? [Ulfric hits the far side ropes before jumping off of Lennox's back, leaping over the top rope and slamming into Tesauro with a somersault plancha as the fans jump to their feet after that move.] Mike Weathers - Big time Somersault Plancha to the outside, Joey Tesauro has to be out of it after that. [Lennox makes his way back to the corner, Ulfric rolls Tesauro back into the ring and makes a cover.] [..1..] [..2..] [..3 ..No! Stomp to the head by Twister breaks the attempt.] Justin Hellock - God dammit do they not know when to die, you think you've finally got them beat and the other one makes the save. I _HATE_ NGWA! [Ulfric tags in Lennox and they tie Tesauro up in the corner before they pummel away at him with numerous rights and lefts til the ref escorts Ulfric out of the ring.] Mike Weathers - Team WWW pummelling the body of Joey Tesauro! [Lennox whip's Tesauro to the ropes, Tesauro back off the ropes, Lennox swings for a clothesline Tesauro ducks underneath puts the brakes on Lennox turns and is greeted by a Leg Scissors Roll Up!] Justin Hellock - Tesauro could have caught Lennox by surprise! [..OnE..] [..tWo..] [..Thhhhaaaaaaaa ...No!.] Mike Weathers - Lennox barely escapes. [Lennox looks a little pissed as he gets back up comes after Tesauro with a forearm, Tesauro ducks it and drives a sweeping kick into the back of Lennox sending him stumbling forward into the ropes. Lennox turns around, sweeping kick to the shoulder and one to the side, Tesauro hooks Lennox up and executes two Holding DDT's in quick succession.] Justin Hellock - But he got caught there! [Tesauro waiting for Lennox to get back to his feet, as he does so he hit's a dropkick to the face, following it up, Tesauro kicks Lennox in the gut, pus him in a Double Underhook Position.] Mike Weathers - Tesauro coming back to life. [Tesauro Jumps... __WHAMM__ ...Double Underhook Faceslam.] Justin Hellock - Lennox face was just driven into the canvas. [Tesauro quickly to the top rope, Lennox unmoved in the middle of the ring. Tesauro jumps, FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!] __OOOOOOOOOHHHH__ Mike Weathers - Back Draft! Justin Hellock - But Lennox got his knee's up, Tesauro catching those knee's in the brunt of his chest! [Both men down in the ring.] " Dub-Ya, Dub-Ya, Aye! " " Dub-Ya, Dub-Ya, Aye! " " Dub-Ya, Dub-Ya, Aye! " " Dub-Ya, Dub-Ya, Aye! " Mike Weathers - Fans certainly appreciate this! Justin Hellock - Not so sure California medical Staff will! [Tesauro stirs, Lennox also. Lennox makes it to his feet the first of the but Tesauro dives forward and tags Twister back in.] Mike Weathers - Tesauro gets the tag he needed, Lennox could still use a tag I know that. [Lennox caught with a Running Shoulder Tackle and sent down, Twister lifts Lennox back to his feet and hits a Fishermans DDT.] Justin Hellock - Twister relatively fresh as Joey took on Lennox and Ulfric for a long period. [Twister quick lift Lennox back to his feet a DRIVE his head back down into the canvas with a Evenflow DDT.] Mike Weathers - Twister using his speed, Lennox seriously in trouble unless he can make a tag. [Lennox dragged back up and whipped to the ropes, comes back off the ropes and sent high in the air with a Back Body Drop. Again Twister drags Lennox up takes a few paces backwards and hit's a Superkick to the chin, sending him down.] Justin Hellock - That could do it! [..oNe..] [..TwO..] [..Thhhhaaaaaaaa ...No!.] Mike Weathers - Ulfric makes the save pulling Twisters leg off Lennox. [Ulfric drags Twister to his feet and hits an Inverted Facelock DDT.] Justin Hellock - And just for good measure takes Twister down! [Referee concerned with keeping Tesauro out the ring as Ulfric drags Twister back up hitting a Belly to Back Crossface Chickenwing Suplex.] Mike Weathers - Ulfric not the legal man in this one that makes little difference to him. [Referee turns around a spots Ulfric, telling him to get out of the ring.] Justin Hellock - Spotted it now but the damage might already have been done! [Lennox back to his feet, Ulfric makes it to the outside but only for a short while as Lennox tags him back in.] Mike Weathers - Ulfric back in the ring this time legally! [Ulfric back in and lifts Twister to his feet before hitting a Arm Trap Shoulder Neckbreaker.] Justin Hellock - Ulfric punishing the neck of Twister with that evil looking move. [Ulfric back to his feet and stomps Twister a couple of times, drags him back to his feet whips him to the ropes, Twister back off the ropes, Ulfric takes him down with a Shoulderblock, then hits the ropes and drives an elbow into the chest of Twister.] Mike Weathers - Twister had this match, seemingly in the grasp of the NGWA hand until Ulfric came in and illegally attacked him. Twister now in need of a tag himself. [Ulfric grabs the left leg of Twister turning him over so he's face down on the canvas, Ulfric lifts the leg up and drives it down into the canvas, lifts it up and does the same again. The Ulfric holds the knee against the canvas standing up again and DRIVING his own knee into the back of his opponents.] Justin Hellock - Lennox worked that knee earlier, now Ulfric going back to it. Smart thinking. Mike Weathers - Ulfric a great in ring technician, able to mix the technical side of things with the his favoured Hardcore Style! [Ulfric drags Twister to his feet and sends him into the corner with an irish whip then follows in with some stiff boots to the knee. Rake of the eye's by Ulfric than takes Twister down with a Swinging Single Arm DDT.] Justin Hellock - These four have put each other through a war. But the survivors of this war I have a feeling now will be Team WWW. After all four knee's are better than one! [Ulfric goes for an Irish whip on Twister, who limps across the ring on his injured knee, comes back off the ropes, ducks a clothesline and makes the tag top Tesauro before coming back at Ulfric with a kick to the midsection and a DDT.] Mike Weathers - Twister got the tag, and took Ulfric down. [Tesauro steps through the ropes, but the referee forces him out.] Justin Hellock - Referee didn't see the tag! As far as he's concerned it didn't go down. Mike Weathers - But it was as clear as day! Justin Hellock - Referee dont have eye's in the back of his head you know. [Twister down clutching his knee, Ulfric slowly back to his feet and tags in Lennox who steps through the ropes and applies a STF.] Mike Weathers - None of us do. Lennox now goes right after the injured left knee of Twister. [Tesauro in and dropkick Lennox in the face braking the hold.] Justin Hellock - Yet again Tesauro comes in to save his teammate. Mike Weathers - Team NGWA in trouble here, Joey Tesauro demanding a tag on the outside. Justin Hellock - No kidding they're in trouble, and I think things just got worse! [A chair shot from Black Zack Andrews then nails Joey from behind. Joey falls off the apron, and is mobbed by the freaks, all six of them counting BZA, laying into Joey with stomps and the like.] Mike Weathers - OH CMON! Joey's getting mobbed on the outside, and Thompson is on his own! [Big Sauce Man picks Joey up from behind, and holds him in place for Iron Mask who has the chair now, and is measuring Joey's head.] Justin Hellock - This is gonna be ugly.... __SMACK__ [Oh yeah, Joey ducks. and BSM gets nailed with the chair. Joey then jumps up and spins in midair, and hits a kick to the chair sending it into the mask, nice echo effect there.] Mike Weathers - Oooh yeah, that was nice. [And then Joey is kicked in the face by the seven foot something Omega Zero.] Justin Hellock - Don't you just hate when that happens. [And then the fans cheer for some reason.] [Because BZA just got RUN OVER by a clothesline from Adam Knight!] [KNIGHT, KNIGHT, KNIGHT!] Mike Weathers - I knew I liked that guy. [Then from the stands, we see two guys jump up onto the guard-rail. The first one jumps off onto Omega Zero, and NAILS him in the back of the head with a brick!] Justin Hellock - Oh just fall down! [The next one jumps off, and AGAIN nails him with a brick!] [But OZ is still standing/] Mike Weathers - For god's sakes... [The two guys, which we now see as Zdravko and Scott, two of Joey's friends, look at each other, and then both kick the guy straight down south. And he goes down] Zdravko - Kicking guys in the nuts and using weapons, shit, we might as well be WWW wrestlers. [Both guys get knocked from behind by a charging Big Sauce Man.] [Who in turn gets LEVELED by Terry Woods.] Mike Weathers - TERRY WOODS IS HERE TOO!! Justin Hellock - They're not the only ones... [Joey is saved again, as more help arrives] Mike Weathers - ERIC DANE! RAYNE! BLACK WIDOW! THE NEW SAMOANS! THE WfWA IS AMBUSHING NeWA! WE GOT A RIOT OUT HERE! [Brawl ensues between Knight, Samoans, Woods, Widow, Rayne, Dane and The Big Sauce man, BZA, Ninja Hare, Iron Head, Omega Zero and some feral looking guy.] Justin Hellock - WfWA clearing house. [NWA on the worst possible beat down possible on the outside, In the ring Lennox just watching, Twister like wise only he's down.] Mike Weathers - WfWA on top in this brawl but where the hell is Tesauro? Justin Hellock - I have no idea! [Security flood the outside dragging WfWA guys to the back as Omega Zero, Big Sauce Man, Ninja Hare, BZA and the Feral Guy get up escaping down the side of the ramp. Woods and Rayne with a little push and shove up the ramp, looking far from happy with each other.] Mike Weathers - Well that was as brief as it was Brutal, but where the hell is Joey Tesauro, the WfWA Cruiserwight Champion? Justin Hellock - He's not here and we have a match still taking place! [Lennox is back on Twister with some stomps. but Twister takes him down with a single leg take down, the rolls back to his feet. Thompson picks up Lennox before turning him around for an Inverted DDT but Lennox quickly swings around and lifts him up before connecting with an inverted atomic drop. Thompson stands there in pain before Lennox grabs a waistlock and throws him over with a Release German Suplex.] Mike Weathers - Lennox showing his in ring experience to turn the match back to his advantage. [Lennox throws Thompson to the outside and slams him headfirst into the barricade before motioning to Ulfric. Lennox picks up Thompson onto his shoulders with an electric chair when Ulfric vaults over the top rope and takes Thompson out with a flying clothesline... __BAMMM__ ...Twister driven down into the concrete.] Justin Hellock - Terrence 'Twister' Thompson being taken apart! [Twister rolled back into the ring by Lennox, who follows him in. Lennox lifts Twister to his feet, hooks him up and hit's a Cobra Clutch Slam.] Mike Weathers - You kind of get the feeling the ends is in sight if Tesauro doesn't make it back to the ring, Twister is done for! [Lennox lifts Twister to his feet and hit's a Spicolli Driver.] Justin Hellock - Bourbonizer! Mike Weathers - That's got to be all! [Lennox makes the cover.] [..1..] [..2..] [..3... ...No! Twister kicks out!] Justin Hellock - I can't believe this. [Ulfric jumps down to the outside and grabs the Baseball Bat covered in barbwire.] Mike Weathers - I dont think Lennox and Ulfric can either! Justin Hellock - Here comes Lucifer! [Ulfric throws the Baseball Bat to Lennox who catches it, without ripping his hands to shreds. Lennox waits, twister slowly staggers to his feet... __THUNK__ ..Lennox swings and connects with the face of Twister] Mike Weathers - That's is sickening! [Twister sent down.] Justin Hellock - No that is what it's going to take! [Lennox makes the cover.] [..1..] [..2..] [..3..] Justin Hellock - It's over Team WWW go through. Mike Weathers - Well officially Joey Tesauro is still in this match. [Lennox holds his arms up being joined by Ulfric, the referee rolls Twister out of the ring, then turns around and shakes his head, telling them it's not over. Ulfric and Lennox look at each other before Ulfric grabs the referee around the throat.] Justin Hellock - If Tesauro's not here then how the hell can they eliminate him? Mike Weathers - But he hasn't been eliminated! [Referee breaks free of Ulfric's grasp and tells the ring announcer something.] Mike Weathers - Discussion going on between the officials. [Cut to Greg Fogleman on the ring apron.] Greg Fogelman - The referee has declared that if Joey Tesauro cannot make it to the ring for the count of ten then he will be counted out. [Ulfric and Lennox shrug to each other. Referee starts to count.] _1_ Justin Hellock - Well this isn't right. _2_ _3_ Mike Weathers - What else can be done? _4_ Justin Hellock - Hand the win to WWW. [The lights go dark. And a spotlight hits the ramp where Black Zack Andrews appears, with Tesauro held in a chokehold. BZA has a microphone.] BZA - He ain't making it back to ring. [The lights return as Tesauro is lifted up and sent CRASHING onto the ramp from the chokehold. BZA heads for the back. Referee continues his count.] Mike Weathers - Somehow Joey Tesauro ended up in the clutches of Black Zack Andrews. _5_ Justin Hellock - Well that what you get when you run a guy over. _6_ Mike Weathers - Tesauro's moving! [Tesauro flicks and arm on the ramp and turns over starting to crawl back to the ring.] _7_ Justin Hellock - He has to be the dumbest kid on this planet! _8_ [Lennox and Ulfric go mad in the ring as Tesauro makes it to the bottom of the ramp.] Mike Weathers - He's going to make it before the count of ten _9_ [Ulfric Lucifer in hand slides out and... ___CRACK___ ...levels Tesauro with a swing of the baseball bat.] Justin Hellock - No he ain't! _10_ [DING DING DING!] Greg Fogelman - Ladies and Gentlemen your winners and the two men who will compete in the Cage Match final later tonight..."The Wolverine" Michael Lennox and...ULFRIC! [Back in black starts to play as Lennox slides to the outside and celebrates with Ulfric.] Justin Hellock - Yes! World Tag Champs on Friday, in the final of Summer Games on Sunday. Mike Weathers - Whatever you say NGWA gave them a hell of a battle, Lucifer put pay to Twister Red Wolf separated a shoulder within the first minute and Joey Tesauro well you can thank BZA for his elimination. Justin Hellock - Who cares! Team WWW are going to win Summer Games two years running. Mike Weathers - You know what...AMEN TO THAT BROTHA! [Up on the video wall a graphic showing the final of SG3 appears MATT SAUNDERS & ERIC DANE Vs. TERRY WOODS & GOLIATH Vs. ULFRIC & MICHEAL LENNOX The arena goes abosultely FRIGGIN' APE with an instant uproar of chants and cheering for their favourite competitors. Lennox and Ulfric slowly make their way to the back to an amzing Hometown reaction before we cut back to ringside and Mike Weathers and Justin Hellock.] Mike Weathers - What a night it's been so far and we still have a double main event to come... Justin Hellock - We've seen the NeWA lose out to the SSW but get revenge on pretty much everyone they wanted to, we've seen the return of a certain Mike Sloan, EWC lost out to the UWF and just now, NGWA were taken out by the WWW! Mike Weathers - Don't forget that brutal opening Survivors Match Justin, I dont even know how Rayne made it out ehre to represent the EWC! Justin Hellock - But now, and you all know what's coming up...you've seen the promo's throughout the night and of course, you've seen Kevin Cage lay waste to Andy Boland and Red Dragon earlier on... Mike Weathers - Ya! WASSUPWITDAT? Cage trying to take out his opponents one by one but a'course, he hasn't got to C.J. Rowell yet. Justin Hellock - Do you smell...CONSPIRACY! Cage has let Rowell go for sure, they've cut a deal on this, get rid of Boland and Red Dragon and then turn on each other. Mike Weathers - Uh-uh, Cage didn't get to Rowell because he ran out of time Justin, no way Cage had the intention of leaving Rowell out of this. Why the hell would he let him come into this match fresh? He'd want to do as much damage to all 3 guys as possible... Justin Hellock - Pah! Mike Weathers - Pah? Come on, Cage is a devious sumbitch, if he has cut a deal he has every intention of going back on it, that's for sure. Justin Hellock - No doubt, but it still stands...Cage and Rowell are coming into this fresh! Mike Weathers - I just don't see it, if Cage could'a got to Rowell he would have... [Cut up to the dapper Greg Fogleman in the middle of the ring. The crowd are pumped to high heaven as he raises the microphone to his lips and rumbles out the intro.] Greg Fogleman - LADIES AND GENTLEMAAAAAAAN, BOYS AND GIIIIIRLLLLS...OUR NEXT MATCH IS FOR THE WfWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE AND IS A FOUR WAY... LAST MAN STANDING ELIMINATION MATCH! Mike Weathers - Good God...this is going to be a battle for the ages whatever has gone on in the back Justin, this is it, for the highest staks imaginable! ["Smash" by The Offspring blasts throughout the arena and the letters crash onto the video wall in jagged lettering...] S A D I S T I C [The curtains part and the crowd boos as Andy Boland steps out onto the stage with a steel baseball bat. Slowly he raises the baseball bat above his head as pyrotechnics eject from either side of the ramp. The fans are rabid as Andy heads down the ramp, hanging over the railing and nearly getting their heads batted off by Mr. Sadistic. Andy climbs through the ropes and immediately the referee demands that he hand the bat over, prompting even more hostility towards the official.] Justin Hellock - That's my kinda guy, screw the fans...who needs them. Mike Weathers - Boland won his shot at Corporal Punishment beating out some really tough opponents in a Battle Royale, he was pretty quiet up until about a month ago when he returned with a vengeance. Justin Hellock - There were a lot of questions about him coming into this but...DAMN, he's put his name back on the map after a victory over one of the other guys in this match, Kevin Cage. Mike Weathers - He beat Cage with his own finisher as well, talk about taking liberties! ['Tear Away' by Drowning Pool plays over the PA system] Justin Hellock - Well, here comes Cage...you can bet he is wanting to get his hands on Boland and get some pay back. [SERIOUS HEEL HEAT as the guitar riffs heighten.] [The lights dim, but blue lights scan the crowd throughout the arena, circling in random patterns. On the Jumbo-Tron the words K-E-V-I-N-C-A-G-E flash rapidly, then it flashes Kevin Cage rapidly across the screen] Mike Weathers - Cage is an EWC Hall of Famer you know and boy has he justified it since he returned. He set out with a plan and this is the culmination. # I'm tearing away # Pieces are falling I can't seem to make them stay # Yooooooouuuuuuuu run away # Faster and faster you can't seem to get away # BREAK! [The Jumbo-tron shows a close up of Kevin Cage, he stares menacingly into the camera with a smug look on his face] Justin Hellock - Listen to the reception, DAYUM~! [Guitar riffs...] [Kevin Cage slowly walks from behind the entrance at the top of the ramp looking down at the ground, with a white towel hanging from his hand. Kevin wears plain black pants, with a pair of boots, and a Guerilla Warfare t-shirt on. Blue lights highlight Kevin Cage.] # Hooooopppppe there's a reason # For questions unanswered I just don't see everything # Yeeeeeeeessssssss I'm inside you # Tell me how does it feel to feel like this, just like I do [EXTREME HEEL HEAT!] Mike Weathers - Cage had this title won at a recent Commercially Crazy in England until C.J Rowell turned up. That was when all this started, barely a month ago. Justin Hellock - It sure as hell has heated up since then though. [Kevin slowly raises his gaze from the floor and looks up at the ring, he slowly walks his way to the ring tossing the towel over the back of his neck. Blues light iluminated the entrance ramp as bright] # I don't care about anyone else but me # I don't care about anyone # I don't care about anyone else but me # I don't care about anyone [Kevin grabs the middle rope, pulling himself up onto the ring apron. He pauses before (blue ring lights flash on) slipping over the middle rope and under the top one. He walks over to the officials, tossing his pure white towel to them] # Doooooo I really want this? # Sometimes I scare myself I just can't let it go # Caaaaan't you believe it? # Everything happens for reasons I just don't know [Prominent blue lights highlight the ring as Kevin walks over and stands in the middle of the ring. He lip synchs with the lyrics, singing each line to each four sides of the ring while pointing to himself on the last part with his thumb] # I don't care about anyone else but me # I don't care about anyone # I don't care about anyone else but me # I don't care about anyone or anything [The arena filling with heel heat more and more.] Mike Weathers - Cage and Boland...no love lost there and it shows, the referee is having to keep them apart. Justin Hellock - Heh, do I not envy being in charge of this match. That zebra is in for a damn tough match, four guys who want to kill each other and four guys who are literally going to have to get that close to win. [Blue pyros erupt from each of the four corners of the ring, as Kevin raises both of his taped fists into the air frowning his face while saying "BUUUUUT MEEEEEEE Fu*k I love me!"] Mike Weathers - He sure does, talk about an ego. [Kevin crouches low with his hands on his knees, meticulously studying them with a soft smile on his face.] # I don't care about anyone else but me # I don't care about anyone # I don't care about anyone else but me # I don't care about anyone or anything [The music lightly fades away and lights finally cut on slowly.] Justin Hellock - Two down, two to g- # Do you know who you messing wit? [The lights dim and a blue spotlight hits the entryway as "@#%$ You" by 50 Cent begins playing throughout the arena.] # I told niggaz not to @#%$ with me they still push me # Figured they'd get away with it cause Tone and Poke @#%$ # I been gone through static, shot at with automatics # Since 90, when Nas came out with "Illmatic" # If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me # Cause Tommy Matola ain't shootin out in the hood wit me [The curtains part.] # I've been shot 9 times my nigga that's why I walk funny # Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny # With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care # Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here [C.J. Rowell steps through those curtains as the crowd erupts in an extreme amount of cheers for this man. Rowell is wearing blue jean shorts and kneepads, blue and white boots and white wrist tape. He holds two hands high over his head, smirking.] # My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy # That's why you bitch like me, so I'm a heavyweight # How dare these niggaz take me lightly? # I ain't come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me # My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind" # Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine [Rowell, with smirk on face, walks briskly towards the ring. He's not even paying attention to the fans, he's too focused. He jogs up the steps, and steps through the ropes and raises two fists high in the air. The crowd, still loving him, erupts loudly again.] # Either I'm trippin' off the ecstasy # Or I could feel the world turnin' # I'm havin' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin' # Comin' up, I was taught never back down # That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down # 32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left # Come with my gun smokin', you can smell death # They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie [The crowd is loud and deafening. Rowell stares out at the fans with a smirk.] # I don't give a @#%$ # I don't give a @#%$ # I don't give a @#%$ # I don't give a @#%$ who you are # Fu*k you [Rowell laughs, then raises his hands high into the air. This brings about even more cheers.] # I'm even, even better than before # Even, even, even better than before # Fu*k you # Fu*k you [Rowell walks over to the opposite side of the ring and stares blankly into the crowd.] # There's a lot of talk in the streets about me # Niggaz know, ain't nothing sweet about me # Get back to questions, like "50, who shot ya?... # You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?" # Nigga, street @#%$ should stay in the street # So, keep it on the low # But everybody who's somebody already know # A few words for any nigga that get hit the @#%$ up # My advice if you get shot down, is get the @#%$ up # LET'S GO [He raises his hands over his head again, and talks the crowd up.] # Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot" # When I drop, I'm sound like Eminem and Kid Rock # Play the block, with the watch all rocked the @#%$ up # Jukes me, A week later y'all be shot the @#%$ up # Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy # This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me # The D's call me by my government name # I be dumb and shoot up parks # Have niggaz runnin' like "Jesus Comin'" [As the song fades out, Rowell stares at the referee, and awaits the bell.] Justin Hellock - If this wasn't Pay Per View all you'd hear was BEEP! Mike Weathers - Rowell has never been one to censor himself and, that pretty much proves it. Rowell and Red Dragon have been beating the crap out of each other for an age...Rowell was incensed that Boland was coming to SG3 as the challenger... Justin Hellock - He won that fair and square! Mike Weathers - But Rowell had the clean pin over Red Dragon in NGWA! Justin Hellock - Well, he won't be getting one over on the champ tonight and that is a RED Guaranteeeee! [The arena lights dim down to a dull red glow, and a long low chord plays over the PA System. A series of words flash up on the video wall...] T H E M A N W H O'S D O N E I T A L L [...and a massive burst of pyro springs up from both sides of the stage as...] # On a rope, on a rope, got me hangin' on a rope [...Rocket From The Crypt's 'On A Rope' starts blaring over the arena and the fans explode into a titanic chorus of boos. WFWA Champ Red Dragon steps out on the entranceway with his belt around his waist. He lifts his arms and brings them crashing down three times in quick succession, sending more pyro up into the rafters.] Mike Weathers - GOD! Listen to the reaction, Red Dragon might be the most hated man in the alliance but he has done more for that title than a clutch of the champions before him. Justin Hellock - He's the MAN! Mike Weathers - Maybe...but what damage did that shot from Kevin Cage do, the same with Boland...is he at 100% Justin Hellock - Red is always at 100%, that's why he is the best DAMN Champion we have seen in a helluva long time! [Red nods with a satisfied expression on his face and strides down the ramp purposefully, not taking his eyes off the three people waiting for him in the ring. He stops right in front of the squared circle and makes the infamous twig-snapping motion with his hands before discarding the belt and the silver jacket he wears and slides in, ready for battle.] Mike Weathers - IT MIGHT BREAK DOWN RIGHT NOW! Justin Hellock - Get out the way you damn ZEBRA~! Mike Weathers - The referee is having to restrain all four men, Boland, Cage and Rowell all charged at Red Dragon as he came into the ring... Justin Hellock - To bad, that would have been great! [All four men are in the ring, there is literally no turning back now as the referee takes a couple of steps towards the ropes and throws his arms to his side, the bell rings to a ROAR of the fans. The WfWA World Title on the line in a 4 way LAST MAN STANDING bout.] Justin Hellock - Boy, would I not like to be in Red dragon's boots right about now, you just gotta be thinking about eliminating the Champ first. All of these guys will be out to take out Red Dragon as soon as possible. Mike Weathers - Well; it's a slow start to the match. None of these guys has moved from their corner yet, but can you freakin' blame them? This is the biggest match of Bolands career, the biggest match of Rowells career, the biggest match of Kevin Cages career and you can be DAMN sure this is the toughest match in Red Dragons reign as champion. Justin Hellock - Amen to that! [All eyes turn to the champion but with a shrug and a smirk he drops to his knees and bails out of the ring. Rowell strides over to follow but Kevin Cage EXPLODES forwards...] Mike Weathers - Here we go, enough of the chitchat, enough with the mind games and the sneak attacks because this is ON! [Rowell is knocked sideways by a BIG right hand but regains himself to fend off a couple of punches from Boland. Cage and Boland begin to PEPPER Rowell against the ropes as the champion watches from ringside.] Justin Hellock - Would'ya believe it? Rowell is public enemy number one right here, not that I'm surprised, he talks more trash than a damn...well, I dunno but he talks a lot of trash! Mike Weathers - How eloquently put. [Rowell tries to cover up but he gets doubled over by a knee to the gut from Cage who signals for Boland to back away. Cage whips Rowell across the ring before linking arms with Boland and NAILING 'The Boston Blockbuster' with a double clothesline. Cage refuses to let go of Boland's hand and pulls him in before TOSSING him overhead with a Belly To Belly Suplex.] Justin Hellock - Haha, that'll teach him. Sorry Andy, you might as well have bent over and let him SCREW YOU! Mike Weathers - Um, I don't think you can say that kinda stuff on Pay per View. Justin Hellock - I can do what I like, didn't you see the sign? HELLOCK = RATINGS! Mike Weathers - I saw it Hellock, but I don't want to believe it. Rowell is back on his feet and here he comes: RIGHT HAND! RIGHT HAND to Cage and C.J. Rowell is really unloading. Cage is staggered back against the ropes here and Rowell comes good with an Irish Whip. [FACE POP] [As Cage rebounds Rowell reacts with a massive Clothesline turning him inside out to a POP from the fans.] Mike Weathers - Rowell cost Cage this title not so long ago in WfWA: England and you better believe that Cage would love to hurt C.J. But for now it's Rowell in control as he pulls Cage back up to his feet and picks him up across his shoulder...SNAP SPINEBUSTER! [Rowell turns to the outside where Red Dragon is standing, Rowell steps through the middle rope but gets cut off by a Reverse DDT from Andy Boland.] Justin Hellock - Red Dragon is a genius! Here comes Cage now, dragging Boland back into the ring and dumping him with a Sidewalk Slam. Mike Weathers - Jeez; Rowell now grabs Cage around the neck and spins him into the middle of the ring. Whoah, look at the intensity on their faces...these two are just chomping at the bit to get their hands on each other. [The duo jut their heads forwards before tying up in the middle of the ring to a RIOTOUS cheer. They stumble around the ring before Rowell is backed against the corner. Cage tries to break away and fire in some right hands but he is dragged back as Rowell spins him into the corner.] Mike Weathers - Here comes Boland...OH! He just smashed Rowell and Cage's heads together. _CRACK_ and again, Holy Moly... [BOOOOOOO] Justin Hellock - Looks like Boland has decided to go it on his own here, meh, that won't last long. Mike Weathers - Rowell with an Uppercut stagers Boland but he comes back with one of his own... [HEEEEL HEAT!] Justin Hellock - Here comes the Champion, Red Dragon storms into the ring and SPLASHES all three against the corner. Boland staggers out and straight into a Side Suplex. Mike Weathers - Red is up quickly and...SUPERKICK to C.J. Rowell! [Rowell's neck is snapped back from the impact before he slumps back into the corner. Andy Boland is struggling back to his feet in the opposite corner as Kevin Cage comes towards Red Dragon.] Justin Hellock - Woah...get the hell outta there Red. Cage will take no prisoners here. RIGHT HAND! Red Dragon comes back with one of his own and now a chop to the chest. These two have their history Mike; Red Dragon was lucky to escape from England with the title against this man right here. [Cage unleashes a MASSIVE right hand that knocks Red Dragon off of his feet, he hangs onto the top rope before quickly diving back to the outside, careful to flick Cage a finger in the process.] [HEEEEEEL HEAT FOR DRAGON] Mike Weathers - Man, Red Dragon is just asking for it here...when one of these guys gets their hands on him he's going to be MEAT. Justin Hellock - Pah! He knows what he's doing, look at that, Rowell just drove a forearm into the kidneys of Kevin Cage. All this time, Red has managed to stay out of trouble while those other 3 idiots beat the snot out of each other. Mike Weathers - The WfWA Champion is just going to try and pick up the victory by letting his opponents take each other out. Justin Hellock - Genius! [Boland is back to his feet and he spins Cage around to face him, tagging off with a couple of right hands before an Irish Whip. Cage is sent towards the ropes but is met by a C.J. Rowell flying forearm taking him clean off of his feet. Cage is picked up and given an overhand right to stagger him back to Boland. Another punch from Boland...] Mike Weathers - Cage is stuck between a rock and a hard place here. Rowell drags Cage towards him before SLAMMING him down with a Side Russian Leg Sweep. [POP] Justin Hellock - Boland drops an elbow...look at Red Dragon, he is having the easiest match of his life here. Mike Weathers - Rowell and Boland size each other up. They haven't been in a one on one situation so far... [HEEL HEAT as Red Dragon grabs a chair from ringside and takes a seat. The OUTRAGE quickly turns their attention towards him and Rowell makes the move, followed by Boland.] Mike Weathers - Look at the Champion now Justin, he's running like hell! __THUUUMP__ [Cage, who had slipped out the other side of the ring hits Dragon HARD as he turns the corner taking him down with a massive Big Boot to the face. Dragon rolls onto his stomach and tries to crawl away but finds himself looking up at C.J. Rowell to a CRAZY cheer.] Mike Weathers - There you go, handed to you on a plate C.J. Talk about history, these two have been exchanging chair shots and high spots for the past 6 months and...HERE IT COMES! Justin Hellock - BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Rowell is pounding at the face of Red Dragon, Egad, he is opening up here! Mike Weathers - Dragon has had this coming to him since the bell rang and...now Kevin Cage has taken over, BANG! BANG! BANG! Dragon backed against the guard-rail and here comes Boland... [THWACK, Boland knocks the taste out of Red Dragons mouth with an Uppercut and now all 3 men move in for the kill as Dragon gets a face full of fists. The Staples Center count along as the punches rain in before somehow Red Dragon escapes over the guard-rail.] Mike Weathers - Red Dragon is running for cover, he knows he's beat! Justin Hellock - Oh oh...spoke to soon Mike! _THWACK_ _THWACK_ _THWACK_ [Three lightning fast chairshots from Red Dragon backs the trio away from the guard-rail...] Mike Weathers - AIR DRAGON! [Red vaults onto the top of the guard-rail and flies towards cage, Rowell and Boland taking them all down with an enormous chair shot!] __THWWFWAAACKKK__ Justin Hellock - Holy Cow! Red Dragon just obliterated all three of the guys challenging for his title and does he ever look pleased with himself. Here he goes now, he's got a choice of three to choose from and... [JEERS] Mike Weathers - Rowell it is! Red Dragon drags Rowell by the leg towards the ring apron. OOOOOH! Kneebreaker across the ring apron, say what you like but Red Dragon knows what to do in the ring. Rowell has well documented problems with that knee and the Champion is trying to exploit them. [A second Kneebreaker has Rowell letting out a blood curdling yelp before Red Dragon drops down into a Side Grapevine.] Mike Weathers - If a man can't stand, he can't win this match. Rowell is in a world of hurt. Justin Hellock - Screw that submission crap Grapevine, Boland and Cage are back up and Cage just got his face SLAMMED against the ringpost. Man, did you hear that...music to my ears. _CLANG_ Mike Weathers - Cage turns around and takes a right hand now but he blocks it and returns the compliment to Andy Boland, this is breaking down right here folks. [BLOODLUST POP] _THAWACK_ Mike Weathers - Great God...Rowell just reached under the ring and pulled out a steel chair and SMASHED it over Red Dragon's face. Rowell is back to his feet and bringing Red Dragon with him. [Rowell whips the Champion against the guard-rail before charging in, Red Dragon ducks down and TOSSES Rowell up and over with a Back Body Drop to a GASP from the fans as Boland and Cage struggle back into the ring.] Mike Weathers - That's it for Rowell, he can't shake that off. He landed in a heap in Row 3! Justin Hellock - Cage and Boland seem to have paired up, Boland pretty much humiliated Cage at a recent EWC show by taking him out with Cage's own finishing move and it's all coming back here. [Cage nails a big time Spear on Boland knocking him to the outside once again. Boland tries to regroup but cage follows him out and runs him face first against the ringpost.] Justin Hellock - Boland is seeing stars, but even worse he's seeing Kevin Cage looking over him...OUCH! Boot to the face and now Cage shoves Boland back into the ring. Mike Weathers - ELBOWDROP! [GASP!] Justin Hellock - What the? [Red Dragon just dove off of the guard-rail BURYING an elbow into the chest of C.J Rowell.] Mike Weathers - No love lost between Rowell and the Champion and now Kevin Cage has thrown those two chairs into the ring. GOD! One of them landed right on the top of Boland's head. Cage coming back in now with Boland sitting up in a daze. [GAG! Boland pushes the top of a chair up underneath Kevin Cage's chin to rock him back against the ropes. HAYMAKER! HAYMAKER! HAYMAKER! HAYMAKER!] Justin Hellock - Boland is winding up...oooooohhhhhhAAAAHHH! Cage takes another right on the chin. Kevin Cage is reeling here as Boland moves up a gear...short arm... Mike Weathers - Forget one gear, Boland is flying! [Cage is brought in closer and is dropped to his knees by a FIERCE knee to the gut. Boland hooks him up and lifts him vertical.] [Crowd STRENGTH POP~!] Mike Weathers - Incredible power shown by Boland as he holds Cage in the air, all the blood rushing to his head before BAM! Dropping him like a girlfriend with crabs! Justin Hellock - Red Dragon and Rowell are fighting deeper and deeper into our crowd here, Dragon in control but here comes Rowell with a couple of chops to the chest... __WOOOOOOOOO__ __WOOOOOOOOO__ __WOOOOOOOOO__ [The Champions chest is a bright red as Rowell uncorks the chops, each one echoing around the arena. Rowell begins to walk Red Dragon back to the ring SMASHING a cardboard Eric Dane cut-out over his head as they go!] Mike Weathers - Cage being pulled back up now and Boland looks to be in fine form here. Kevin Cage having to dig deep and suck it up as Boland whips him to the ropes. [OOOOOOOF] Justin Hellock - SPINEBUSTER! Cage got planted in the middle of the ring and Boland drops a leg across the back. Cage doesn't know where he's at and my guess is he'll be wanting a one way ticket out of here when he does! Mike Weathers - Rowell running Red Dragon towards the guard-rail...CLUNK! Dragon tipped up and over, he hit that HARD. Look at that, the Champion is hurt, clutching at his gut as he struggles to get back to his feet. Hellock - He'll fight through it Weathers. [Rowell clears the guard-rail before pulling Red Dragon up by his spiked up hair. A couple of body shots keep him exposed before he again runs him HARD against it.] [OOOOOOOOF] Mike Weathers - Red Dragon back over the guard-rail but Rowell is right there with him, third times a charm. OOOOH, Red again thrust against the guard-rail and this time he is hanging over it, he is in bad shape right there. Wouldn't surprise me if all that messed up his insides, maybe cracked a couple of ribs. [Rowell snatches a chair from ringside and sets it up by the back of the Champions head, he takes a few steps back before... ...POPPAGE] Mike Weathers - Did you...I mean, did you see that? Holy Hell! Red Dragon just took a baseball slide through a chair to the back of his head sandwiching him into the metal barricade! [We get a gruesome close up as Red Dragon flips onto his back at ringside. A gaping gash runs from his left eyebrow across to the ridge of his nose and is streaming with blood.] Mike Weathers - Jesus, that's not going to make it onto a Hallmark card. [Boland plants Cage with a Powerslam.] Justin Hellock - What the Hell has Boland got down there? Mike Weathers - Andy Boland is fumbling in his boot for something... [OH MY GOD POP!] Justin Hellock - IT'S A FORK! Mike Weathers - He calls himself Mr. Sadist but...he couldn't use it surely? Justin Hellock - HELL YEAH HE WOULD! [Rowell takes a brief look up into the ring where Boland has his weapon raised in the air, a look down at Kevin Cage who is huffing and puffing his way back to his feet before cynically driving a knee against the side of Red Dragons face.] [WE WANT _MORE_ BLOOD POP!] Mike Weathers - Boland pulls Cage back by the neck and, Oh God, I can't watch this. Justin Hellock - You big girl. Boland is getting ready to stick that fork in the head of Kevin Cage, for such a laid back state the fans are really going NUTS for this! [Boland thrusts his arm down but comes a centimetre short as Cage grabs his wrist. The steel prongs tickle at the top of his head but he remains uncut as he manages to turn onto his back.] Mike Weathers - What's Rowell looking for Justin, he's going under the ring for something or another. Look at the face of the champion, he is a mess all right. I don't think he has any clue what just happened to him. [FORK POP!] Justin Hellock - Boland has that fork pointing right at the eye of Kevin Cage, he isn't just out to win the damn title, and he's out to make sure he eliminates everyone who has a stake on it. [A moment of shear poetry form the cameraman as we get a close up, the fork is twitching at the eye lashes of Cage, literally less than a centimetre from blinding him. Cage is pressing his head back against the canvas, trying to find an extra millimetre to spare him. He has both hands around Boland's wrist as we zoom back out to ringside.] Mike Weathers - Looks like Rowell has given up on whatever it was he was looking for as he grabs one of the chairs out of ringside. Red Dragon is back on his feet, pawing at the blood running down his face. Justin Hellock - There's nothing like the sight of your own blood to make you realise just how high the stakes are. Red Dragon will be feeding off of that but here comes Rowell. [SWOOOSH] Mike Weathers - He missed with the chair, Red Dragon dived to the side but Rowell has him lined up again. [LOW BLOW GROAN] Justin Hellock - Cage just brought his knee up into the nuts of Andy Boland, Cage manages to escape from his clutches and get to his feet but Boland is back up as well. Mike Weathers - Rowell coming for Dragon at ringside but...DROP TOE HOLD by the Champion and Rowell fell face first against his own chair. [SUBMISSION POP!] Justin Hellock - Red has held on to the leg of Rowell and is back on his feet... ...INDIAN DEATH LOCK! Red Dragon has applied the Indian Death Lock on C.J Rowell, he's gone back to the knee, trying to pop it like a Sorority Girl on Prom Night! Mike Weathers - He drops back with it! Rowell is hurting and hurting badly, he can feel his tendons and ligaments stretching in that left knee. Red stands up again... ...and DROPS down again! Listen to C.J. Rowell screaming out! [Andy Boland ushers for Kevin Cage to 'come and get it' with the fork outstretched. Cage does just that, showing no fear he takes a step to Boland who flinches slightly, surprised that he may just get his wish.] Mike Weathers - Cage is stepping into the fire so to speak, Boland with a lunge but...Whoah, that was so close to catching Cage. Boland with another strike but Cage ducks it and drives a shoulder into the gut of Boland... [AAAAARGH!] [Boland STABS the fork into the back of Cage bringing out a SICKENING scream and an even sicker POP from the crowd.] [AAAAAARGH!] Mike Weathers - Sweet Jesus, Boland just stabbed Cage, that's just sick. Cage stumbles back and Boland dives at him... [NEAR MISS POP!] Justin Hellock - Both men rise together here and Boland swings out another... Mike Weathers - Cage jolts to the side and [Stunned silence] Oh, Justin, did you see that, he took that fork clean off of Boland in one move and now Boland is standing firmly in the SHIT! Justin Hellock - Did you just say SHIT? Mike Weathers - Did you? Justin Hellock - Yeah! [On the outside Red Dragon has bent back and applied a facelock on Rowell but now decides to release it, Rowell pulls his knee up close to his chest to check the damage.] [HOLY SHIT POP!] Mike Weathers - BOLAND JUST GOT A FORK IN THE FACE! [Yup, he sure did.] Justin Hellock - Kevin Cage ducked a Boland clothesline and SPIKED him in the forehead as he turned, Boland...GAWD! Mike Weathers - Boland gets pulled in and...DOUBLE ARM DDT! Boland is PUMPED into the canvas face first, his forehead has 4 holes in it, look at that! Justin Hellock - Cage drops the fork now, obviously he had a snack before coming to the ring and now he is going to the outside. Red Dragon standing over the grimacing C.J. Rowell. Mike Weathers - Cage is behind the Champion! Justin Hellock - RUN! [GASP!] Mike Weathers - RELEASE GERMAN... [POP!] Justin Hellock - RED DRAGON LANDED ON HIS FEET, he backflipped out of it but Cage thinks he nailed it and he starts to get to his feet. Mike Weathers - Dragon is steaming towards him, Cage locks eyes on him... ...ROARING ELBOW! [Cage teeters backwards but stays on his feet, that is until through the ropes comes a DIVING Andy Boland!] [FLYING BIG GUY POP!] Justin Hellock - Boland just wiped out EVERYBODY as he came through the ropes, he's nearly 250lbs and he just HURLED himself then. Sacrificing everything is an understatement. Mike Weathers - Boland is calling for the referee to begin the count! He might have taken all three out... _1_ _2_ _3_ _4_ [Red Dragon pushes himself up to his knees and takes a STIFF kick to the side of his head making him roll across the ringside area. Boland hauls him up and pulls a knee high into his stomach to send him coughing and spluttering back down to the ground.] Justin Hellock - That's just bad manners. Mike Weathers - Cage is back up and he goes straight for Boland, Justin, look at Rowell, his left knee is really bothering him. I'm not sure if he can get up or what. Justin Hellock - If he wants the damn belt enough, he'll get up. [Cage grabs Boland around the neck and POTATOES him with a right hand against his gashed forehead, Cage peppers him with 10 strikes before shoving him backwards.] Weathers - The blood starting to flow freely here, Dragon is a bloody mess and Andy Boland is going the same way. Justin Hellock - Perfect! Cage just ducked a forearm and... [...catches Boland in a Full Nelson as he misses. Cage rushes Boland against the ringpost before lifting him HIGH into the air...] __THUUUUUUUUD__ Mike Weathers - FULL NELSON SLAM! Check out the impact on that. I don't think I'LL be able to sit down for a week after that. Justin Hellock - Do you really want me to say anything? Mike Weathers - Um...It came out wrong. Justin Hellock - Like you just did. [Boland is clutching at his head and neck, Rowell at his knee and Red Dragon at his stomach. Cage takes a look around before hoisting Rowell up and rolling him into the ring. Cage pulls Boland up by his hair...] [UGH!] [JEERS] [...and spits in his face before tossing him up into the ring as well.] Mike Weathers - That just leaves the Champ out here with Cage, Red Dragon trying to parry him off with a few weak punches but Cage shrugs them off. And drags him up. Justin Hellock - Cage has been waiting for this for a while now, this could get nasty. Mike Weathers - Kevin Cage returned to EWC on fire, he tore his way through the ranks and then went on to win Blast Off 4, staying in for over 2 hours to get his title shot... Justin Hellock - Only to get screwed by Rowell. Mike Weathers - You got it. [Cage drills Red Dragon against the guard-rail with a Hiptoss before putting a Size 13 against his throat.] Justin Hellock - Cage is choking the life out of Red Dragon, pretty smart. He's the biggest guy in this thing, he needs to make sure he won't be the only one blown out as the minutes tick on. Mike Weathers - Well, Cage pulls Dragon up and tosses him through the ropes, obviously fancying his chances straight up. All 4 men back in the ring now... [Cage singles out Red Dragon, pulling him up and whipping him against the ropes. C.J. Rowell watches from the corner trying to shake some feeling into his knee.] Mike Weathers - HUGE CLOTHESLINE ON THE CHAMPION! Took him clean out of his boots there! Justin Hellock - But he ain't looking to waste any time, pulling Red Dragon up into a standing Head Scissors. I think we know what's coming up next... [BIG MOVE POP! as Cage hoists Red Dragon onto his shoulders, gripping him around the waits.] Justin Hellock - he's going to POWERBOMB HIM TO HELL! [ANTICIPATION MURMUR! comes to nothing as Red Dragon counters.] Mike Weathers - Huricanrana! [Red Dragon flies out of the cradle with a ROARING ELBOW to the face of C.J. Rowell knocking him up and over the top rope and sending him to the concrete below.] Justin Hellock - Red Dragon is going up top, he's going to jump down to Rowell! [ANTICIPATION POP!] Mike Weathers - Uh-uh, Rowell has managed to drag himself away from the danger zone, his knee is really playing up Justin. He has to literally pull himself up to his fete on the guard-rail. Justin Hellock - Red Dragon hops down to the canvas and goes towards Kevin Cage. RIGHT HAND! Cage knocked Dragon silly with that one and now the Champion is whipped across the ring. __CRACK__ Mike Weathers - BASEBALL SLIDE! [Red Dragon slides under the bottom rope catching C.J. Rowell in the face with a baseball slide knocking him against the barrier with a CRASH...] Justin Hellock - Red Dragon on the apron and Cage storms towards him but his Clothesline falls short of the mark as Red Dragon drops down pulling on the top rope as he goes... ...Bringing Cage with him! Mike Weathers - This has been a hell of a match so far, I tell'ya! [With Rowell and Cage by the guard-rail, Red Dragon checks his footing and prepares to thrill the crowd.] [ANTICIPATION SILENCE] Justin Hellock - Red Dragon is abou- [The World Champion springs off of the middle rope with a picture perfect Asai Moonsault to a HIGHSPOT~! reaction.] Mike Weathers - Holy Moly...Red Dragon is down, Rowell is down, Cage is down and in the ring, well, Andy Boland is down as well. I don't know how much more these guys can take. Red Dragon has just maimed himself in the last couple of minutes by putting his body on the line, Rowell is working on one leg, Boland had a fork stuck in his face and Kevin Cage got the fork in his back. Justin Hellock - All for the love of the game Mike, these guys will do anything for that title. [Andy Boland musters all his strength in the ring, pulling himself up on the ropes. He staggers forwards around the ring rubbing his neck before locking his eyes on the car-wreck at ringside. A rye smile creeps across his face as he bends down and picks up the blood-spattered fork.] [BLOODLUST POP] Mike Weathers - Red Dragon rolls away from the carnage now but I don't know if he'll be able to get away from Andy Boland who is on the ring apron now. Justin Hellock - Rowell just shoved Cage back off of him and, Goddamit, he can walk after all. [FACE POP! as Rowell gets to his feet. He rests for a couple of seconds against the barrier before gingerly taking a step forward as Andy Boland hops down from the apron.] Mike Weathers - AAAARGH! Cage just got that fork JABBED into the top of his head...OH MY, Boland RAKING it across his head, Boland is going PRIMAL on Kevin Cage... [Hell yeah he is, Rowell watches on in transfixed as Boland raises his arm into the air before DRUMMING it down against Kevin Cage who yelps out as the metal digs in.] Justin Hellock - Anyone for desert? Mike Weathers - Red Dragon is trying to climb back into the ring. Man, look at his face, it's a bloody mess. Rowell though is limping over to him. [WE WANT C.J. POP!] Justin Hellock - That's m'boy, Rowell just got a kick in the face. Go back to your National Title C.J. you sure don't belong in the ring with people like Red Dragon. Mike Weathers - Are you serious? Rowell got the pinfall over Red Dragon at NGWA's last PPV Fahrenheit Fury! Justin Hellock - Pah! That is a sucky name for a PPV so it doesn't count. [Rowell grabs Red Dragon around the waist and hoists him off of the ring apron slamming him FACE FIRST into the concrete.] Mike Weathers - Um...doesn't belong? [C.J. tentatively gets to his feet and lifts up the ring curtain... ...to a MASSIVE TABLE POP!] Justin Hellock - Rowell's got wood! Sick puppy that he is. Mike Weathers - Rowell is setting th- no, I thought he was going for Red Dragon but Rowell just blindsided Andy Boland. A change of target for C.J. Rowell. Justin Hellock - I smell fear. Mike Weathers - I smell you but I don't complain, I can only assume Rowell considers Boland to be the fresher man here. He wants to knock him down a couple of pegs and he is going about it the right way. Boland just took a DDT! [Rowell leans over the barricade and pulls out ANOTHER steel chair before... __THWACK__ __THWACK__ __THWACK__THWACK__THWACK__THWACK__ to Boland. Cage takes his chance and seeks safety as his head spills with blood. Rowell pulls Boland up, tossing the chair to the side before hitching him up onto the table.] Mike Weathers - This doesn't look good for Boland, he took a beating with that chair and now it looks like Rowell is going to use that table as a weapon as he clambers up to the ring apron. Justin Hellock - Rowell's gonna win this belt or die trying! [ASTONISHED POP!] Mike Weathers - Red Dragon just tossed a chair into the knees of C.J. Rowell, Justin, I have no idea what he's planing to do but it's taken the sting out of Rowell yet again. [Red Dragon hauls himself up and checks on Boland who is still pretty non- responsive before again hitting Rowell across the legs with the steel chair. Rowell tries to fight him off but to no avail as Red Dragon gets onto the ring apron beside him.] [WTF? SILENCE] Justin Hellock - Um... Mike Weathers - Rake of the eyes from Red Dragon, Dragon pulls Rowell into a front face lock, I think he's going to try and...well...it looks like he's going to try and DDT Rowell through Andy Boland? [Rowell is pulled up to his feet as Dragon lets go of the facelock before hopping up to the second turnbuckle... ASTONISHED SILENCE... __CRAAAAASH__ __THUUUUUUD__ ...Red Dragon nails a Springboard Dropkick on Rowell sending him down through the table and Andy Boland, the WfWA World Champion hits the ring ropes and literally CRACKS his own head against the apron.] Justin Hellock - HOLY SHI- Mike Weathers - ROWELL IS DEAD, BOLAND IS DEAD...RED DRAGON MIGHT BE DEAD as well! [HOLY SHIT CHEERS erupt around the Staples Center as Red Dragon tumbles down to the splintered wood and broken bodies beneath him. Kevin Cage is up on his feet and taking note of the blood that has trickled down his torso.] Justin Hellock - Andy Boland has an arm up! How the hell is he still breathing? Rowell may be broken in half beside him, Red Dragon might be unconscious on top of him but somehow Andy Boland is getting back to his feet. [HARDCORE POP!] [BLOODLUST POP!] [That's right folks, KEVIN CAGE HAS BARBED WIRE! From under the ring, Cage brings out a spool of barb wire to a SICK pop from the crowd. He slowly begins to unwrap it as Boland staggers towards him before...] Mike Weathers - HE JUST WHIPPED ANDY BOLAND WITH THAT BARB WIRE! __WHIP__ [CRINGE] __WHIP__ [CRINGE] Justin Hellock - Look at the chest of Boland, it's been ripped to shreds! Cage grabs him by the hair and rushes him against the ringpost...SWEET JESUS, Red Dragon is getting to his feet! Mike Weathers - And C.J. Rowell! [SUPERMEN POP!] Justin Hellock - Forget Rowell, the Champ is up. Mike Weathers - Boland just ducked a BARB WIRE LADEN right hand and dives into the safety of the ring but Cage is following. Justin Hellock - Boland is wisely keeping his distance but Cage lashes out with that barbed wire, like a VIPER it catches Boland on the arm. Cage is circling, rolling that spool on the canvas. Mike Weathers - Just like the Rodeo, Cage is looking for his moment... __WHIP__ Justin Hellock - There it is, the barbed wire sticking into the thigh of Boland. [Boland clutches his thigh, kicking his leg out as a reaction but he plays straight into the hands of Cage who synchs him up!] [FINISHER POP!] Mike Weathers - LIGHTS OUT DDT, LIGHTS OUT DDT! Justin Hellock - That barbed wire is stuck between them but more importantly, BOLAND GOT DRILLED! Is Cage gonna let him lie for the count? [Heck no! Cage, his chest is littered with puncture marks from the Barbed wire turns Boland over and SLAPS ON A CAMEL CLUTCH, going back to the neck.] Mike Weathers - This might do it, Cage working over the neck and... [SADIST POP] Justin Hellock - He's wrapping that barbed wire around his arms, leaving a strand of it like a pair of handcuffs, from one hand to the next... [AARRRRRGH!] Mike Weathers - OH MY GOD! [Cage places the barbed wire under Boland's throat before YANKING back, Boland gurgles something out as the barbs dig in.] Mike Weathers - This has gone too far, Cage is trying to cut his freakin' head off, Rowell and Red Dragon are laid up on the outside with God knows how many broken bones. Justin Hellock - You try calling time on this match, you think Boland's got it bad now, you'd have it a hundred times that if you step in. Mike Weathers - But look at it! [A gratuitous close up of Boland's screaming face. For every ounce of pain it shows, Cage's equals it as he YANKS back still further.] Justin Hellock - Rowell is up! And he's on the apron! [ROWELL POP!] Mike Weathers - The fans want to see Rowell take out Cage. Justin Hellock - Rowell is working through the pain here, he steps through the ropes. Cage is totally oblivious as he tugs back the barbed wire. [Sneering, Rowell grabs Cage and pulls him off of Boland.] Mike Weathers - Cage has got his hands tied up in his own barbed wire creation...ROWELL IS GONNA NAIL HIM WITH THE DOOMSDAY! [C.J. grabs Cage around the throat and sets himself...] __THUUUUUUUUUUUUD__ Mike Weathers - HE GOT IT, DOOMSDAY ON KEVIN CAGE! Justin Hellock - Cage hit the mat HARD but look~! [Behind C.J. Rowell stands RED DRAGON, he charges forwards and Dropkicks him into the corner to a barrage of HEEL heat.] Mike Weathers - Rowell got caught and now Red Dragon climbing the ropes beside him, looks like he's going for a Tornado DDT! [The Champion sits on top of the ropes and applies a front face lock before signalling to the crowd.] Justin Hellock - TORNADOOO DD- Mike Weathers - No, ROWELL BLOCKS IT! [Red Dragon is trying frantically to get out of the situation.] [MASSIVE POP!] Mike Weathers - RED DRAGON...ROWELL JUST THREW HIM FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE TO THE CONCRETE BELOW! MY GOD... Justin Hellock - Alright, even I'm a bit impressed by that, Rowell is calling for the standing 10 count! Red Dragon could be out of it, he's lying in a heap on the concrete, he can't get up from this! Mike Weathers - Rowell is the only man on his feet, Cage, his face reads like an A to Z of cuts and gashes is propped up in the corner. Andy Boland is hanging through the ropes and Red Dragon...well, the referee is up to 4 and I don't see the Champion getting up from this. _5_ _6_ _7_ _8_ Justin Hellock - HE POPPED A SHOULDER UP! Mike Weathers - HOW THE HELL! Red Dragon is clawing his way up to his feet. Good GOD! Justin Hellock - Andy Boland just dropped down to the ring apron as well. Cage and Rowell are coming together once again...Rowell's leg is still bothering him as he stutters towards Cage in the corner. [Rowell is felled by a shoulder to the knee as Cage leaps out of the corner. On the outside, Andy Boland is hobbling around the ringpost clutching at his throat. He stops and kneels down to take a look under the ring, instantly the crowd give a CHEER expecting some more hardcore goodness.] Mike Weathers - I can't believe Red Dragon is on his feet and, is he crazy or what, he's getting back into the damn ring. Say what you want about him but he is one HELL of a champion and this just proves it, I have NO doubt he's got a couple of concussions already and this match still has a long way to go. Justin Hellock - I'm more interested in what Andy Boland has got under the ring. [Rowell is dragged up by Kevin Cage and whipped to the ropes where he is tripped by Red Dragon, Rowell hits hard and immediately Cage drags him to the centre of the ring and begins to STOMP away on his left knee.] Mike Weathers - There you go, when you are as obviously hurt as Rowell you just can't avoid taking more punishment. Cage knows he's hurting, he knows where he's hurting and be damn sure he's going to exploit it. _SNAP_ [EXTREME POP!] Justin Hellock - JESUS H. Mike Weathers - IS THAT A STAPLE GUN! Justin Hellock - Red Dragon just got stapled in the leg! _SNAP_ Mike Weathers - Boland has got a damn STAPLE GUN in his hand. Red Dragon can barely walk, let alone fight off Andy Boland here! Justin Hellock - Rowell just managed to trip Cage over sending him throat first across the middle rope. Rowell has to shuffle across to the corner to pull himsel- YEOOOOW! Another staple fired into the ARM of Red Dragon this time! [Rowell is back up but he is literally dragging his leg behind him as he sets up a chair in the middle of the ring, it's battered and beaten out of shape but he gets it standing. Cage is pulled up, but not before a couple of STIFF cross face forearms are driven in.] _SNAP_ Justin Hellock - Somebody freakin' STOP Boland, he's a goddamn lunatic! Red Dragon has somehow managed to pull himself in the ring, Boland is just laughing! He's a maniac. [CAMERA FLASH POP!] Mike Weathers - OVER HE GOES! Justin Hellock - RED DRAGON HURLS HIMSELF OVER THE TOP ROPE DOWN ONTO ANDY BOLAND! Mike Weathers - Holy Batcrap, Red Dragon will just not let this match slip away from him. He's down though, so is Boland... [Rowell pulls Cage up to his feet and sticks a knee up into his gut before pulling him into a front face lock, he edges towards the chair before...] Mike Weathers - SPINNING NECKBREAKER! Cage's neck was dropped across the top of that steel chair! [C.J CHANTS!] Mike Weathers - Rowell isn't finished, he pulls Cage up...DDT! __THUNK__ Justin Hellock - But still, Rowell is intent on flattening that chair with Kevin Cages' head... ...SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! [HO-LY SHIT!] [Cage grabs at his head which literally sent the chair flipping into the air from the impact. Rowell struggles to sit up beside him before falling flat on his back and sucking in the air.] Mike Weathers - This is INSANE~! Rowell can't even get to his feet but he has left Cage rolling around the ring in agony. Look...Red Dragon is back to his feet... [Rowell stares at Red who is hugging the ring apron, his once spiky hair has flopped down and become a matted thatch of blood.] Mike Weathers - Rowell is back up and, he's trying his best to get some speed up but it's like he's running with a wooden leg... [ANTICIPATION] [GASP] Justin Hellock - RED DRAGON STOPPED THE BASEBALL SLIDE SOMEHOW! Mike Weathers - He has a hold of Rowell's left leg! __AAAAHHHHHH__ [Red summons the strength to FLIP himself around Rowells leg with a DRAGON SCREW but of course, Rowell's body can't rotate as he is thrust up against the ropes. Immediately he SCREAMS out in pain as his knee TWISTED AND TURNED INSIDE OUT.] Justin Hellock - That's it for Rowell, his knee is GONE. Just like Eric Dane's... Mike Weathers - But Dane came back and look at him now, back in the main event of Summer Games! Justin Hellock - Against the man who put him on the shelf, Micheal Lennox, one half of the NEW WfWA Tag Team Champions. Mike Weathers - Am I _ever_ looking forward to seeing that cage match! [Rowell has jutted back into the ring and is clutching at his knee. He tries to put weight on it but to no avail as he stumbles back to the canvas. Red Dragon bends down to Andy Boland and slowly pulls him up...] _SNAP_ Mike Weathers - BOLAND WAS PLAYING POSSUM! Justin Hellock - Red Dragon is forced to dart backwards to avoid another staple. Boland swings the staple gun trying to club him on the head... Mike Weathers - DRAGON'S GOT HIM! Justin Hellock - DRAGON'S BANE, DRAGON'S BANE ON ANDY BOLAND! HE DUMPED HIM HEAD FIRST ON THE CONCRETE, HOLY HELL! OUT OF NOTHING! [Red Dragon grabs the referee by the legs, pulling him away from Rowell and insists on the standing count to be made.] _1_ _2_ _3_ _4_ [Red Dragon gets to his feet and slides into the ring, locking on a SPINNING TOE HOLD ON C.J. ROWELL!] Mike Weathers - Say goodbye to Andy Boland, the kid is down and out of it. He got spiked on the concrete _6_ Justin Hellock - Red Dragon begins to spin, Rowell is screaming out for some help...from ANYONE! Mike Weathers - CAGE WITH A REVERSE DDT! _8_ _9_ [WILL HE WONT HE CHEERS] _10_ Justin Hellock - ANDY BOLAND IS GONE! Boland is out of it but WHAT a fight he gave us, look at the state of him! [Boland pops a shoulder up just a couple of seconds to late.] Mike Weathers - Cage just dropped an elbow into the bread basket of Red Dragon, reverting back to what could possibly be half a dozen cracked ribs. Justin Hellock - Boland doesn't know where he is, he's back on his feet but he's trying to get back into the ring. The referee is having to explain to him that he's on his way home. Mike Weathers - At least it looks like he can get there by himself, if this match continues in this vein of form, he may be the only guy leaving the arena of his own free will. Justin Hellock - I assure you he'd prefer to be leaving with the title. [Rowell somehow manages to get up to his feet as Red Dragon and Kevin Cage duke it out in the centre of the ring, rights and lefts fly all over the place before Cage stuns Dragon with a headbutt and then brings a boot up into his gut. And SPIKING him with a Piledriver onto the chair... _AHHHHHHH_ ...Cage pulls Dragon up and hoists him onto his shoulders looking to NAIL him with a Powerbomb but Red slips behind.] Mike Weathers - I can't tell ya' how Red Dragon is still able to do tha- [POP POP POP!] ...STUTTER KICK, STUTTER KICK FROM ROWELL! Justin Hellock - Rowell used all he had to get that boot under the jaw of Cage and he NAILED it like a treat, Cage is down and out but Rowell has busted his knee up even more doing that, his standing leg couldn't hold his weight. Mike Weathers - Red Dragon pulls Cage into position and...ARABIAN FACEBUSTER! __CLANG__ [Cage shoots an arm into the air as the chair collides with his face, Red Dragon rolls off and shakes his head before getting to his feet being careful to unsnare his trousers from the barbed wire that is still stuck across Cage's chest.] Mike Weathers - This is mayhem. Rowell is staggering up to his feet but he can hardly walk towards Red Dragon. [C.J, C.J, C.J] Justin Hellock - Cheer all you want but Rowell can't match up to the champion in this state. Mike Weathers - I wouldn't say any of these three were in peak condition right now. [Kevin Cage somehow flips onto his stomach and pushes himself up onto his knees. Rowell and Red stare at each other across the ring, almost painfully.] Justin Hellock - All three back up now, the only one not bleeding is Rowell but I guess you can counter that by saying he's the only one who can't move from where he stands. Mike Weathers - Rowell forced to again slump down in the corner, if Red Dragon and Cage had any sense they'd work together and eliminate him right now but there is too much bad blood between them. Justin Hellock - Well, that's exactly what Red Dragon is suggesting now. Cage, well, he doesn't look convinced. Mike Weathers - Would you trust Red Dragon? [Red points at the corner where C.J. Rowell is slumped, only there is no C.J. Rowell any more.] [POP!] Justin Hellock - The old sliparoo from Rowell! [Red looks around slightly puzzled before getting SMASHED across the face by a Kevin Cage forearm.] Mike Weathers - So much for that plan, Cage decides to go after the Champ and leave Rowell for later. Cage shoves Red Dragon back into the corner...OUCH! Justin Hellock - Another clothesline across the jaw of Red Dragon, I bet that knocked a couple of teeth loose. Cage climbs up the buckle and begins to rain down the 10 punches. Mike Weathers - Red Dragon is having to hang on to the top rope to stay upright here, Cage is pummelling him. [Cage brings Red Dragon out of the corner by his blood soaked hair and gives him one final CRACK across the bridge of the nose leaving a streak of blood across his bicep.] Justin Hellock - Red Dragon is stumbling around the ring here, Kevin Cage is gonna set him up for the Lights Out, I bet you any money... [OOOOOOOOOHHHHH] _CLAAAAAAAAAANG_ [C.J. Rowell reappears from below the ring apron, he comes in under the bottom rope and pushes himself up, steel chair in hand before diving forward into the back of Cage.] Mike Weathers - ROWELL WITH THE CHAIR, CAGE IS STAGGERED! _THWAAAAAAAAACK_ [To Red Dragon] _THWAAAAAAAAAACK_ [To Kevin Cage, but he stays on his feet.] __AAAAAHHHHTHWAAAAAACKKK__ [This time Rowell comes off of the ropes and BURIES the chair over Cage's head dropping him to his knees. Rowell turns, chair in hand...] Justin Hellock - SPINNING HEEL KICK THROUGH THE CHAIR FROM RED DRAGON! [GASP] [All three men fall flat on the canvas and the standing count begins.] _1_ _2_ _3_ [Red Dragon pushes himself up and falls backwards] _5_ Justin Hellock - C.J. Rowell is crawling to the ropes, Red Dragon up on his knees. Mike Weathers - Cage as well slowly but surely pushing himself up. _7_ [The count stops as Rowell gets to his feet at the same time as Red Dragon, Cage is up a second later.] Mike Weathers - Cheap shot to the knee of Rowell from Cage and Red Dragon slides to the outside, look at the ring Hellock, its splashed with blood and God knows what else. Justin Hellock - We've got a bent up fork, a staple gun, barbed wire, chairs and tables...whet the hell else is going to happen in this match. What is it going to take to get a winner? [POP] Justin Hellock - RED DRAGON HAS PULLED OUT ANOTHER TABLE! Mike Weathers - And he just pushed it into the ring! [Cage shares a glance with Red Dragon as he sets the table up in the opposite corner, propping it up against the top turnbuckle.] Mike Weathers - Red Dragon is calling for Kevin Cage, Cage is going to DUMP Rowell through that table and there's nothing he can do about it! [HEEEEEL HEAT as Cage drags Rowell across the ring towards the table.] Justin Hellock - Cage pulls him up into a Standing Head Scissors, this is gonna be priceless! Mike Weathers - Cage is having some problems, Rowell just raked his back, he musta got some of those wounds Boland inflicted with that damn fork. [Rowell struggles and takes an Axehandle across the back which drops him to one knee.] Justin Hellock - Looks like Red Dragon is gonna help Cage out, moves in behind Rowell... ...but gets a Mule kick to the gut. [NERVOUS SILENCE] [Cage tries again but Rowell won't go up.] Mike Weathers - Cage is going to give it one last go... __CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK__ [HUUUUUGE POP!] Justin Hellock - HOW THE HELL?! Mike Weathers - ROWELL PUT CAGE THROUGH THE TABLE WITH A SITOUT TIGER BOMB! He...god...I don't even know how, he just heaved up and did it. [Cage is crumpled, Rowell is crumpled, and Dragon can only look on in the corner.] [HO-LY SHIT!] Mike Weathers - The referee is beginning the count on Kevin Cage...man, did you see his head SNAP back off of the wood? [We get a nice close up of the carnage, Rowell is flat out on his back facing the middle of the ring, Cage the same facing the other way. The table is split down the middle with Cage's head propped up at a pretty awkward looking angle.] _2_ _3_ [Red Dragon hauls himself back to his feet, and coughing up a mouthful of blood walks across to Rowell.] _4_ _5_ [OOOOOOOOOOOOH] Mike Weathers - Red Dragon was looking for Rowell but found a LOW BLOW from the Boston Blockbuster. YIKES! _7_ [Red Dragon is down sucking in the pain. Rowell clambers over Kevin Cage to get to his feet.] Justin Hellock - Cage is out of this thing Mike, he's going home in a full body cast I tell you. Mike Weathers - Rowell is...he's going up to the top turnbuckle, the guy has blown out his knee for sure but he is still going to the top! [Red Dragon backs away as Kevin Cage raises his arm on the count of 8.] Justin Hellock - I can't believe what I'm seeing, Kevin Cage has got his arm raised in the air- [MASSIVE POP] __CRAAAAASH__ Mike Weathers - ELBOWDROP FROM ROWELL! He didn't get much distance but he just DRILLED Kevin Cage with an elbow to bury him back into the damn table. Justin Hellock - And the sonofabitch is back up... [OOOOOOOF] Mike Weathers - RUNNING KNEE TO THE FACE OF RED DRAGON BUT...Oh, that hurt him again, Rowell pulls up straight away and collapses back to the canvas. Justin Hellock - Stupid idiot, Rowell seems intent on eliminating himself from this match. The referee is back to working the count on Cage, we're up to 3 already but, well, Cage just rolled out of the debris. _4_ _5_ [HEEL HEAT as Red Dragon drops an elbow across the knee of Rowell, tweaking it back before dragging him to the ropes.] _7_ Mike Weathers - Cage is back on his feet to break the count...not any more though, he collapses back down against the ropes. Over the other side of the ring, Red Dragon is torquing the left leg of Rowell across the bottom rope, really pulling down on it from the outside. Justin Hellock - Can you blame him? [Red pulls out another table from under the ring before pulling Rowell out and onto it.] [ANTICIPATION POP] Mike Weathers - Look at that, Red just picked up that barbed wire and...MAN, he's holding it to his chest on the ring apron. He's gonna sacrifice his body to take Rowell out of this... Justin Hellock - KEVIN CAGE! [A big cheer as Kevin Cage grabs Red Dragon from inside the ring pulling back by his hair. A few cross forearms allow Cage to step out onto the ring apron as well.] [HIGHSPOT CHEERS!] Mike Weathers - This can't be good for any of these guys, Rowell is a sitting duck on the table and either of Cage or Dragon could go through him. [Red Dragon fires in some body shots but Cage sets him up after a VILE headbutt. Dragon staggers back before walking into a kick to the gut...] Mike Weathers - HE'S GOING TO POWERBOMB HIM! Justin Hellock - RED IS HOISTED UP... [GASPS] Mike Weathers - RED DRAGON COUNTERS! Justin Hellock - He brought Kevin Cage back over the top rope with a Huricanrana! Red Dragon looks down at Rowell and...HE'S WRAPPING HIMSELF IN THAT BARBED WIRE! Mike Weathers - And now he runs to the ropes, he's going to dive over the top... ___GAAAAAAAARRRRGH___ [MASSSSSIVE CHEERS] Justin Hellock - OH MY GOD! RED DRAGON GOT BACKBODY DROPPED BY KEVIN CAGE! [Cage HOWLS out as his arm is SHREDDED by the barbed wire as he powers Red up into the air, the spikes nearly bring him over the ropes as well...] Mike Weathers - HE WAS TOSSED OVER CAGE AND CAME STRAIGHT DOWN THROUGH THAT TABLE... [HO-LY SHIT] [HO-LY SHIT] Justin Hellock - But Rowell got out the damn way! How the hell did he roll clear of that...JEEESUS! Look at Red Dragon he's crawled out from the remains of that table! Mike Weathers - Look at Cage, his arm has been torn open. Justin Hellock - That's the last thing on his mind as in comes C.J. Rowell with a steel chair in hand. __THWAAAAAAACK__ Mike Weathers - OH MY! What a shot from C.J. Rowell, he DRILLED that chair against Kevin Cage! Justin Hellock - Rowell has just gotta fight his way through this...CAGE DIDN'T GO DOWN! Mike Weathers - Rowell is reeling back another shot. Cage is in the line of fire for a secon- __THWWWWWAAAAAAACCCCCKK__ [POP!] Justin Hellock - SWEET CHRIST! That was ever harder than the first one and it knocked Cage back to the other side of the ring! Mike Weathers - But Rowell is still looking into the eyes of Cage, HOW THE HELL IS HE STILL STANDING! __WHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCK__ Mike Weathers - THAT CHAIR IS DENTED IN THE SHAPE OF KEVIN CAGE! [A nice shot of the battered chair, smeared with the blood of Kevin Cage.] Justin Hellock - Cage is staggering back. [HE HOLDS UP A FINGER!] Mike Weathers - CAGE WANTS ONE MORE! [Rowell leans back...] Mike Weathers - HERE IT COMES! Justin Hellock - ... [SHOCKED POP] __OOOOOOOOF__ Mike Weathers - KEVIN CAGE JUST SPEARED ROWELL THROUGH THAT CHAIR! Justin Hellock - Rowell didn't even see it coming and now he finds himself crushed up in the corner. Cage...CAGE HAS THE CHAIR __KAAAAARAACCK__ Mike Weathers - INTO THE KNEE OF C.J. ROWELL! Justin Hellock - ROWELL IS DROPPED LIKE A SACK OF CRAP! Mike Weathers - CAGE...CAGE...FIGURE F'N FOUR! [SUBMISSION POP!] Justin Hellock - ROWELL IS TAPPING! Mike Weathers - LAST MAN STANDING, IT DOESN'T MATTER! Justin Hellock - Rowell is tapping out, Cage has him beat but the sonofabitch rules are getting in the way! Mike Weathers - Rowell is shaking his head, he wants out of this, he wants out but he can't... [C.J, C.J, C.J.] Justin Hellock - IS HE...? Mike Weathers - Rowell is trying to turn it, CAN YOU IMAGINE THE PAIN ROWELL IS IN! [Rowell is trying to turn it over...] Mike Weathers - Cage has it locked in though, Kevin Cage has going to BREAK the knee of C.J. Rowell live on Pay Per View! Justin Hellock - RED DRAGON! Mike Weathers - Wha-? [HEEEEEEL HEAT] Justin Hellock - TOP ROPE ELBOW WITH A CHAIR! Mike Weathers - HE DROPPED A CHAIR OVER THE FACE OF KEVIN CAGE! Justin Hellock - Rowell is out of the Figure Fo... Mike Weathers - NO! RED DRAGON PULLS HIS LEG UP! [Red drags Rowell back away from the ropes and steps through to apply a figure four of his own!] Justin Hellock - RED DRAGON WANTS THE SATISFACTION OF ENDING ROWELL'S CAREER ON PAY PER VIEW! [A close up on the look of SHEAR AGONY on Rowell's face, in stark contrast to the smirk across Red Dragon's face.] [Rowell is clawing at the canvas but not making any headway.] Mike Weathers - I think you'd have to rip off Rowell's leg to stop him trying to get up Justin, he has been waiting his WHOLE life for this moment... Justin Hellock - Sucks that it's going to be the last match he's ever going to be in then. Mike Weathers - CAGE IS UP! [POP!] [Kevin Cage is indeed back up and he drops a leg across the face of Red Dragon to break the hold.] Justin Hellock - YOWZA! Look at Kevin Cage's eye there, Dragon must have caught him badly with that chair. Mike Weathers - Cage is a mess, but no more than Red Dragon who I gotta believe has got a couple of broken ribs at least. __THUUUUD__ Justin Hellock - LIGHTS OUT DDT! Mike Weathers - RED DRAGON TOOK IT AS HE WAS RISING! Justin Hellock - ROWELL... [Rowell spins Cage around trying to score with a right hand but Cage sidesteps...] Justin Hellock - LIGHTS OUT ON ROWELL! LIGHTS OUT ON ROWELL! Mike Weathers - Cage staggers around, he's looking for anyone else to nail! [Cage stumbles towards the referee who darts out of the ring before Cage turns and slumps down in the corner. Rowell and Red Dragon are both laid out in the ring.] Justin Hellock - Cage might have won it... Mike Weathers - The referee is starting the count...1...2 _3_ _4_ [ARM UP POP] Justin Hellock - ROWELL IS GETTING BACK TO HIS FEET! _6_ Mike Weathers - AND RED DRAGON TO, the match goes on! [SADISTIC POP] Justin Hellock - Red Dragon, still entwined in that barbed wire just rolled over and pulled that fork towards him! Mike Weathers - KEVIN CAGE... __AAAAAGGGGGHHHH__ [Cage drops down to his knee as Red Dragon thrusts the fork towards his cheek !] Mike Weathers - THAT IS SICK! Justin Hellock - RED DRAGON IS GRINDING THE FORK AGAINST THE EYE OF KEVIN CAGE! [BLOODLUST!] Mike Weathers - Red Dragon finally lets up but he's left Cage a bloody mess. [Red Dragon turns to C.J. Rowell who has managed to pull himself up against the ropes.] Justin Hellock - Dragon with the FORK~! Mike Weathers - RIGHT HAND! RIGHT HAND! RIGHT HAND! [FACE POP!] Justin Hellock - STAB HIM CHAMP! Mike Weathers - Rowell is tagging away, backing Red Dragon away. BODY SHOT! Red Dragon is doubled over! Justin Hellock - ROWELL LOOKING FOR THE DD- [UGH] [DEAFENING HEEL HEAT] Justin Hellock - HE DUG THE FORK INTO C.J. ROWELL'S KNEE! Mike Weathers - Pure desperation from the World Champion but it worked, RIGHT HAND! Red Dragon backing Rowell against the ropes. Justin Hellock - Cage is up and boy...HE LOOKS PISSED. Mike Weathers - His eye is all swelled over Justin, he's working on 50-50 vision from now on after that fork was dug into his eye socket. He may have serious problems... Justin Hellock - NOT AS SERIOUS AS... Mike Weathers - DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Red Dragon and Rowell knocked to the outside... [CAMERA FLASH] Justin Hellock - TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS...COMES OVER THE TOP ROPE! Mike Weathers - I HAVE NEVER...Kevin Cage just dragged himself over the top rope with a SUICIDE DIVE! [Cage rises from the collection of three bodies at ringside and drags Red Dragon up to his feet.] [FINISH HIM POP] Justin Hellock - PILEDRIVER... Mike Weathers - Red Dragon is crumpled up like an accordion after that and Cage is asking for the count to be made! _1_ _2_ _3_ Justin Hellock - RED DRAGON...He's alive! How in the hell is he getting back to his feet. Cage can't believe it, Red Dragon is crawling away from Cage! Mike Weathers - He won't get very far though, Cage grabs him around the waits and pulls him up. [Cage stumbles Red Dragon with a forearm to the back before spinning him around into a Standing Head Scissors.] Mike Weathers - He's going to Powerbomb him Hellock, if he hits this...well.. Justin Hellock - ROWELL! [Rowell saves Red Dragon with a PUNISHING elbow to the back of Kevin Cage's head.] Mike Weathers - That's all Rowell can do, he can barely walk. Cage turns to face him and now...both look across to Red Dragon who is propped up against the ring apron. Justin Hellock - This is going to explode! Mike Weathers - You know it... [THUNDEROUS POP!] Mike Weathers - CAGE JUST CLOTHESLINED RED DRAGON OVER THE BARRICADE! Justin Hellock - Cage follows him through...RIGHT HAND! [It is breaking down in the second row as Cage and Red Dragon trade blows.] Mike Weathers - THUD! Red Dragon just got staggered with a big time right from Kevin Cage...what...Rowell is... Justin Hellock - Preparing to kill himself for the title! [MASSIVE FACE POP] [Rowell vaults up onto the barricade and HURLS himself towards Red Dragon and Kevin Cage knocking them further into the crowd.] Mike Weathers - Rowell just will not lie down! Justin Hellock - Stupid Mike, plain stupid, he had no reason to do that. Red and Cage were hammering each other, he didn't need to do that. Mike Weathers - He can't just sit and hope he wins the title, he's got to go out and bring it home. Justin Hellock - It was a big risk, the more risks you take the more likely you are to damn well cripple yourself. [POP!] [Rowell is back up, back on his feet.] Mike Weathers - I just can't believe this match. What are we going to see next, it looks like a damn Train wreck. [SUPERHUMAN POP!] Justin Hellock - RED DRAGON! He's getting back up and now Rowell spots him. Dragging that leg behind him, Rowell is going straight for Red Dragon. Mike Weathers - This has been the most brutal match I think I've ever seen and we still have 3 men fighting it out for the gold. [HEEEL HEAT] [Red Dragon looks into the eyes of Rowell before literally turning his back and trying to bail through the crowd.] Mike Walters - Red doesn't want anything to do with Ro- __SMMMMMAAAAACCCCKK__ __SMMMMMAAAAACCCCKK __ Justin Hellock - SINGAPORE CANE! ROWELL GOT CANED AND HIS FACE HAS BEEN SPLIT OPEN! Mike Walters - WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM! __SMMMMMAAAAACCCCKK__ __SMMMMMAAAAACCCCKK__ [HUGE HEEL HEAT!] Justin Hellock - Red Dragon has split Rowell's forehead open with 4 shots with a Singapore Cane, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! [We take a look around the fans as Red Dragon fires a 5th shot to the face of Rowell knocking him to the ground, his head GUSHING blood.] [And there he is.] Mike Weathers - ED FOO JUNG! Justin Hellock - WHAT A PLAN! [Up on the big screen for all to see is Ed Foo Jung with a kit bag in his hand, obviously the bag that he used to carry the Singapore Cane with. He turns so we can see his face before trying to push his way through the crowd.] Mike Weathers - That is a disgrace, Rowell has been split open and now Red Dragon is back in control. You gotta wonder what else he has up his sleeves. Justin Hellock - After all the crap he's done in this match you're begrudging him his Singapore Cane? Mike Weathers - I'm begrudging the way he got it. [Red Dragon begins to pound his knuckles against the huge cut that runs from the top of his scalp down to his eyebrow ridge, his black hair is slowly turning into a sticky mess of red.] Justin Hellock - Kevin Cage is coming over to join the fun here. Mike Weathers - This is fun? [Red Dragon pulls Rowell up to his feet and hits a SNAP SUPLEX to the concrete to a groan from the fans.] Mike Weathers - Rowell doesn't know where he is, Red Dragon...SNAP SUPLEX AGAIN! This is just not right Hellock, C.J. Rowell has taken more than I think he even imagined and it is just getting worse because of that rat bastard Ed Foo Jung. [BLOODLUST POP!] __SMAAAAAAAAASHH__ Justin Hellock - KEVIN CAGE WITH THE CANE! HE JUST DROVE IT BETWEEN THE EYES OF RED DRAGON! Mike Weathers - CHRIST! [The camera gets a splattering of blood as the cane literally splinters across the World Champions face. Cage staggers back and takes a look at the cane which is now little more than a few wooden fibres before raising it high in the air.] Justin Hellock - Is that fair then Mike? Mike Weathers - Red Dragon is down and out after that shot, you bring the weapons and you can be sure Cage will use them. Sweet beJesus, Red Dragon is clawing at his face, his hands are covered in his own blood. [Cage pulls Rowell to his feet and just takes him down with a DDT with a _THUD_ before turning his attention to Red Dragon.] Justin Hellock - RUN! Mike Weathers - Red Dragon is trying to crawl away but Cage is stalking him. Cage has an evil look in his eyes as they head towards our merchandise stands... Justin Hellock - KNEE to the back of Red Dragon's head drops him like a fly. Cage hooks him up and HAYMAKER! HAYMAKER! Mike Weathers - Red Dragon is staggered... __OOOOOOOOF__ [A massive Clothesline takes Red Dragon down, he snaps his head against the concrete as Cage walks straight past him towards the elaborate array of display stands and merchandise tables towards the back of the lower tier.] Justin Hellock - I just...I got no idea what to expect from this situation. Mike Weathers - Cage just cleared all the T-Shirts off of one of those tables... [FACE POP!] __CRAAAAASSHHH__ Mike Weathers - ROWELL WITH A TACKLE ON CAGE! [The butchered Rowell dives from the ground tacking Cage as he tries to pull the table away from the wall. Justin Hellock - THEY BOTH WENT INTO THAT WALL! [The backdrop of the merchandise stand shakes as a load of posters and T- Shirts fall down on top of the two warriors.] Mike Weathers - This is chaos! [A close up on the two.] Justin Hellock - Rowell has sat up! Mike Weathers - How the hell? [Rowell claws his way from the wall and picks up a WfWA logo white T-shirt before wiping his bleeding face with it. He drags himself up and raises the shirt in the air before slowly pulling it over his head to a FREAKIN' HUGE POP!] Justin Hellock - Goddamn...look at the dent in that wooden wall. Cage must have been DRILLED against it so hard to make that kinda damage. [Rowell turns to Cage who is flat on his back clutching his shoulder and neck in a heap by the wall. He takes a couple of uneasy steps forwards towards Red Dragon to another HUGE CHEER.] Mike Weathers - Red Dragon is next in line, Rowell is just working on instinct here. He may be hurt so bad he just doesn't feel it any more. When your whole body feels like it's been dropped from a plane you kinda lose focus on where hurts the most. Justin Hellock - that is the dumbest thing I ever heard. HE can barely walk Mike, his knee has been torn, ripped and twisted...he KNOWS it hurts like an S.O.B! [FACE POP] Mike Weathers - Red Dragon has been pulled up to his feet and Rowell is rolling him up onto one of those tables, he's going to try and eliminate him from this match. [FINISHER POP!] Justin Hellock - Red Dragon is being set up for the BACK BAY BLASTER! [Rowell somehow hoists Red Dragon up across his shoulders...] [SHOCKED POP!] Mike Weathers - RED DRAGON SLIPPED OFF OF HIS SHOULDERS... __AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH__ [FINISHER POP!] __CRUUUUUUUUUUNCH__ Justin Hellock - DRAGON DROP! HE GOT HIM...GERMAN SUPLEX OFF OF THE TABLE TO THE CONCRETE! [HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT] Mike Weathers - ROWELL IS DEAD, his neck was folded up like a damn accordion as he was driven against the concrete. Justin Hellock - Red Dragon is back to his feet, he banged his head pretty hard on the table as he threw Rowell overhead but he's back on his feet. What a Champion he is... Mike Weathers - Rowell just collapsed onto his side. [Red Dragon staggers around Rowell with a look of stunned surprise and waves for the referee to make the count.] _1_ _2_ _3_ [Red Dragon looks down at his chest and legs to find himself with barbed wire spikes sticking into him having worn them like a trophy.] Justin Hellock - Rowell is down and there's no way he can get back up after that. I bet he really does feel like he was thrown out of an aeroplane now Mike. _5_ _6_ _7_ [COME ON C.J. CHEERS!] _9_ Justin Hellock - ROWELL HAS BEEN ELIMNA- Mike Weathers - NO! HE...HE...HE GOT A SHOULDER UP AND...HE'S FLIPPED ONTO HIS STOMACH! _10_ [SHOCKED POP!] Mike Weathers - HE...HE'S SAFE! THE REFEREE SAYS ROWELL IS STILL IN THIS DAMN THING. [Rowell put his heart and soul into one last lunge up against the side of the table to break the count at the LAST possible split second.] Justin Hellock - Red Dragon is FURIOUS... Mike Weathers - He's going to strike the referee right here! [HEEL HEAT] [Red grabs the ref around the throat and reels back a right hand but before he can strike he is given a weak shot to the kidneys by Rowell.] Mike Weathers - Rowell with the shot, but that's all he had. Red Dragon turns around and STOMPS down on him. Justin Hellock - He shoulda just let him KO the damn zebra, save himself the trouble. [Red Dragon scoops Rowell up and rolls him onto the table before staggering off into the shadows.] Mike Weathers - Um...Red Dragon has gone walk about. [The last sign of him is a strand of barbed wire flicking up against the table as for a couple of seconds, all is calm.] Justin Hellock - Tea break? Mike Weathers - God knows they need it. I wouldn't be surprised if Red Dragon has just gone and passed out somewhere. [A grotesque close up of C.J. Rowell shows the extent of the gash in his head that is still spluttering with blood like a geyser. His eyes are rolled back in their sockets, his face a combination of dripping and dried blood.] Justin Hellock - So...um...Mike, going anywhere nice on your holidays? Mike Weathers - What are you? A hairdresser? Justin Hellock - Well, um... [Thank God Kevin Cage is back on his feet. He has a T-shirt wrapped around the gaping hole in his arm and is coming for Rowell.] Mike Weathers - Cage is up on his feet. Look at the rag around his arm, it's already soaking with blood. Justin Hellock - I wouldn't like to be the guy who clears up all this mess...ugh. [HEEL HEAT] Justin Hellock - Cage is choking Rowell, pushing his hands down around his throat. Mike Weathers - Rowell is defenceless, he's trying to fight back but he doesn't have anything left in his arms, those strikes are just bouncing off the face of Cage. Justin Hellock - Cage releases...where's he going here. Mike Weathers - No clue. [Cage staggers across the line of tables before bending down and pulling up a KEVIN CAGE - EWC shirt.] [MIXED POP!] Justin Hellock - Cage...what a joke, he just covered Rowell's face in that shirt and he's telling the referee to make the count on the Boston Blockbuster. _1_ _2_ _3_ _4_ _5_ [ROWELL POP!] Mike Weathers - Rowell just threw that shirt off of his face... [Cage turns and begins to PEPPER him with right hands to stop the count.] [HUGE, HUGE, HUUUUUGE CHEER!] Justin Hellock - LOOK AT THAT! [As the camera figures out what the hell half the crowd are cheering about the other half give the same MASSIVE reaction as up on the video wall we can see RED DRAGON!] Mike Weathers - RED DRAGON IS...HE MUST BE 20 FEET ABOVE ROWELL AND CAGE! Justin Hellock - HE'S ON THE BALCONY...ROWELL AND CAGE ARE TRADING PUNCHES... [GOOD GOD POP!] Mike Weathers - HE WOULDN'T...HE COULDN'T... [ANTICIPATION POP] Justin Hellock - YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT.... [HOLY SHIT POP!] _____KEEEEEERRRRRRAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHH_____ [HOLY SHIT] [HOLY SHIT] [HOLY SHIT] [HOLY SHIT] Justin Hellock - OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD GAAAAWD! Mike Weathers - 'SCUSE ME BUT...HOLY SHIT! Justin Hellock - FLIGHT OF THE DRAGON! Mike Weathers - FLIGHT OF THE DRAGON! Justin Hellock - FROM THE BALCONY... [Close up on the carnage, and carnage it is. Kevin Cage is face down through the table, Rowell is half underneath it with Red Dragon motionless looking up to the heavens on top of them both.] Mike Weathers - Can we...Can we get a replay of that? [REWIND] [Dragon raises his arms in the air and WRAPS his stomach in barbed wire by standing on one of the strand and turning on the spot. He takes a look over down at Rowell and Cage who are firing punches to each other 20ft below him on the table. Cage standing beside it with a hand across Rowell's throat. Slowly he takes a deep breath and shouts something out before DIVING forwards and beginning his descent, he flips in mid air to seconds before impact. Rowell seems to mouth 'SHIT' as he looks up and drags Kevin Cage on top of him before trying to slide to the side as Red Dragon collides sending Cage face first through the table.] Mike Weathers - INSANE~! Justin Hellock - Cage is dead... Mike Weathers - Rowell might have avoided the brunt of it but he still got hit, and hit hard. The referee is beginning to make a count on all three! _1_ _2_ _3_ Justin Hellock - I have never seen anything like that in my life, Red Dragon...he literally risked everything to nail that... _5_ Mike Weathers - Hell YEAH he did but it looks like it has paid off. Dragon has managed to roll to the side as the count continues. _7_ [ROWELL POP!] Mike Weathers - Rowell now has managed to sit up against the wall! _8_ [The count is JUST on Cage now as Red Dragon pushes himself up onto all fours, Rowell slowly edging himself up against the wall.] _9_ _10_ Justin Hellock - CAGE IS ELIMINATED! CAGE IS OUT OF THIS MATCH AFTER THAT HELLACIOUS MOVE! [Red Dragon is back on his feet all be it tentatively. He staggers across to Rowell who is standing awkwardly with his back against the wall.] Mike Weathers - This is it now, one of these two men will be the WfWA World Champion by the end of the night, C.J. Rowell or Red Dragon the defending champion. Justin Hellock - RED DRAGON BABY! Mike Weathers - I hate to say it, but I'm going to have to agree with you on that one. Rowell can hardly stand and despite all the punishment Red Dragon has taken, he is still on his feet. [FACE POP] Mike Weathers - RIGHT HAND! Rowell lunged forwards and tagged Red Dragon right on the chin knocking him down to his ASS. Justin Hellock - But look, he can't follow it up. Rowell literally grimacing with the pain as he places that left foot down to the support his weight. Mike Weathers - Rowell, look at the blood soaking from his head down that T- shirt, he looks like he...well, you can see for yourself. [BANG] Mike Weathers - Rowell drops an elbow over the back of Dragon's head there but he just has to suck in the air before trying to get to his feet. [Rowell clambers back up to his feet and picks up a section of the demolished table, ripping it out from the barely responsive Kevin Cage.] Justin Hellock - Red Dragon is back to his feet and he's staggering back to the ring. Rowell coming after him gingerly. Mike Weathers - What a battle this has been, Red Dragon stumbles down to his knees from the exhaustion, all these guys must have lost a pint of blood...Jesus, incredible. [Dragon is back up and literally throws himself over the guard-rail to the steel entrance aisle.] _THUD_ Justin Hellock - Rowell throws that sheet of wood against the head of Dragon, knocking him down to his knees. Rowell...look at the pain on his face as he comes over the guard-rail. He's asking some of those fans to help him over...the fag! Mike Weathers - I hope he watches this back and hears what you just called him Hellock, you're the only ass in the world a one legged man could kick. Justin Hellock - If he had the ball's he'd get over that on his own. Mike Weathers - You have to wonder what state these guys are going to be in for any future defence...Matt Saunders is lined up for the winner at the SSW Supercard, Battle Born in barely a weeks time. Justin Hellock - Man, Saunders will pretty much annihilate these guys if they aren't on top form...barring of course him getting maimed in the cage later on. [Rowell is on the rampway and drags Red Dragon up to his feet. He tries to lift him over his shoulder but his knee gives out on him and Dragon drops in front of him, tagging him with a ROARING ELBOW!] Mike Weathers - Dragon...UGH! He just raked his fingers across the top of Rowell's head...I can only imagine how much that hurts! [Rowell comes back with a forearm of his own to stagger Red Dragon back. Sluggishly they trade off some strikes.] [CHEER] [JEER] [CHEER] [JEER] [CHEER] [CHEER] [CHEER] Mike Weathers - Rowell is firing up, he just unloaded on Dragon and...boy, this could go either way... __OOOOOOOOF__ Justin Hellock - SPINEBUSTER ON RED DRAGON...His head snapped off of the metal ramp, Rowell with authority and he's calling for the referee to make the count. Mike Weathers - Rowell could have it, Red Dragon is curled up in the foetal position on the rampway clutching his head. _1_ Mike Weathers - ARABIAN FACEBUSTER WITH THE TABLE! Justin Hellock - Rowell wasn't happy, now he's telling the referee to make the count. _1_ _2_ _3_ _4_ [HEEL HEAT] Mike Weathers - Sonofa... Justin Hellock - The Champion is getting back to his feet, by God this is a war like I have never seen before. [Rowell grits his teeth and pulls Red Dragon to his feet and begins to walk him back to the ring. Dragon begins to fire in a couple of body shots but gets a DDT to the concrete for his sins.] Mike Weathers - Rowell asking for the count again... _1_ _2_ Justin Hellock - Red Dragon pulling himself up on the ring apron. [FACE POP!] _SWOOOOOOSH_ _CLAAAAAANG_ Mike Weathers - ROWELL TRIED TO TAKE HIS HEAD OFF WITH THE STEEL CHAIR BUT HE ONLY GOT THE RINGPOST! [The shock runs through Rowell's hands and he drops the chair clutching at his wrists.] Justin Hellock - DROPKICK TO THE KNEE BY RED DRAGON! [Rowell's legs are taken away form under him and he falls face first to the floor with a scream of pain.] [ANTICIPATING POP] [CAMERA FLASH] [FLASH] Justin Hellock - OH MY! [FLASH] __OOOOOOOOOOOH__ Mike Weathers - HE MISSED...DRAGONS BANE FROM THE RING APRON MISSED! [Red Dragon arches up clutching at his back which just collided with the concrete, Rowell crawls towards the ringpost.] Justin Hellock - Can you imagine the pain...he coulda broken his damn back! Mike Weathers - That has got to be excruciating, Red Dragon once again putting his own safety to the back of his mind as he went for broke. Justin Hellock - And he got broke! [Rowell slides an arm underneath the ring and slowly pulls out... HELL YEAH POP! ...ANOTHER TABLE!] Mike Weathers - Rowell has got a TABLE! Justin Hellock - This is...My God, Rowell is on all fours fumbling to get that table set up by the ring. Mike Weathers - There is just nothing left to be said... Justin Hellock - I can't do this justice, I don't think anybody could. [ROWELL, ROWELL, ROWELL] [C.J. takes a deep breath before hauling himself up and turning the table over. He surveys the scene before pulling Red Dragon towards the wooden monster.] Mike Weathers - Red Dragon is being set up, laid across the table here. Rowell is going to try and bury him with...well, whatever he can. [The crowd count along as Rowell fires in the 10 punches before staggering over the barricade and grabbing a chair. He sets it across the face of the WfWA World Champion and begins a slow and agonising descent of the top turnbuckle.] Justin Hellock - He can't make this, Red Dragon is about 10 feet away from him. Rowell will be lucky to get any jump out of that left leg at all. Mike Weathers - Listen to the crowd, they are trying to CARRY Rowell to victory here. [Rowell sits on the top turnbuckle and with the crowd roaring him on LEAPS... __CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHH__ ...as Rowell plummets from the top he throws out a leg before DECAPITATING Red Dragon with a Leg Drop. The camera catches the moment of impact, Dragon seems suspended in mid-air for a second as the table drops below him, the steel blue chair is flicked up into the air before they CRUMPLE.] Mike Weathers - ROWELL NAILED HIM! Justin Hellock - DAMMIT... [HOLY SHIT CHANTS] Mike Weathers - Rowell has rolled out of the carnage, Red Dragon is in there somewhere. [A splinter of wood is thrown to the side as Red Dragon flicks out an arm. The referee has no choice but to make the count on him as Rowell sits coughing, spluttering and bleeding against the guard-rail.] _1_ _2_ _3_ _4_ _5_ Mike Weathers - Red Dragon...he... HE JUST PUSHED HIMSELF AWAY FROM THAT...THAT CARNAGE! _7_ Justin Hellock - Look at Rowell's face, he can't quite believe it but Red Dragon is pulling himself up. What is it going to take? [The arena falls silent as Rowell slowly gets to his feet before a HUGE cheer accompanies him towards Red Dragon.] Mike Weathers - Rowell is coming for him... __THUUUUUUUUUMP__ Justin Hellock - THAT BASTARD! Mike Weathers - DRAGONS BANE ON RED DRAGON, ROWELL USED THE DRAGONS BANE...he wants the count! [Red Dragon unfolds after the impact to end up splayed across the ringside area, Rowell sits behind him...hoping.] _1_ _2_ _3_ _4_ _5_ _6_ _7_ [As if you couldn't tell, it's deadly silent. Rowell has pulled himself up and is slumped over the ring apron.] _9_ [POP] [CAMERA FLASH FOR THE NEW CHA-] Justin Hellock - SHOULDER UP OFF OF THE GROUND! Mike Weathers - THIS GUY IS INDESTRUCTABLE, HE BREAKS THE COUNT BY PULLING HIMSELF UP...HOW THE HELL! [STILL GOING POP] Justin Hellock - Rowell tugs himself into the ring and pulls Red Dragon up under the bottom ropes. Mike Weathers - Look at the exhaustion, neither man has the strength to keep on going, but keep on going they must. Justin Hellock - HOW THE HELL IS RED DRAGON GETTING UP? [The Champion is on his feet first. His face a crimson mask, his chest prickled and punctured by the barbed wire shirt he has somehow lost...] Mike Weathers - I...I...I just don't know. [Rowell pulls himself up vertical with an assist from the ropes Justin Hellock - This is it...this has got to be the end of it! [Quick cuts to both men. Rowell hanging onto the top rope with a vice like grip, the toes of his left leg limply against the canvas. His face is splattered with blood. His icy blue eyes stare, DEAD.] [Red Dragon is taut, his fists clenched beside him. His pants are somewhat shredded, his whole face masked behind the blood spilling from his eyebrow. Somewhere along the line, probably from a chair shot he has lost his eyebrow stud, it's been ripped out. His eyes show nothing, he doesn't, or rather can't blink as he steps blindly forward.] Mike Weathers - Here they come! [MASSIVE CHEERS AS THEY BOTH STEP TOWARDS ONE ANOTHER.] Justin Hellock - RIGHT! RIGHT! RIGHT! Red Dragon with the Irish Whip... __THUUUD__ Mike Weathers - FLYING FOREARM TO THE FACE OF ROWELL! [Red Dragon pulls C.J. up but takes an UPPERCUT to knock him back. They pause for a second before literally butting heads as they begin to trade punches again. The Staples Center is PUMPING...] Justin Hellock - Red Dragon...KNEE TO THE GUT BY ROWELL! Mike Weathers - DDT... Justin Hellock - BLOCKED! RED SWEEPS THE LEGS...SHARPSHOOTER... [HELLA SUBMISSION POP!] Mike Weathers - SHARPSHOOTER! SHARPSHOOTER...ROWELL IS SCREAMING OUT! Justin Hellock - CAN HE TURN HIM! [POP POP POP POP!] Justin Hellock - YES...IT'S LOCKED IN! [Rowell tries to scramble to the ropes as the pressure SEETHES through his legs...] Mike Weathers - Rowell needs to get out of this and FAST~! Justin Hellock - He may just pass out from this, I bet he can feel his kneecap slipping out of place... [CONFUSED POP] Mike Weathers - Uh? Justin Hellock - What's happening...? [Red LEANS back as Rowell furiously tries to escape but there isn't any way out.] Justin Hellock - CAGE! [INTERFERENCE POP!] Mike Weathers - WHAT IS HE DOING BACK? [Cage staggers over the guard-rail with a baseball bat in his hand. His face has been partially cleaned but his torso is still a road map of blood...] __KEEEERAAAAAACCCCCCK__ [BASEBALL BAT TO THE HEAD POP!] Mike Weathers - SHOT TO THE HEAD OF RED DRAGON...DRAGON IS KO'd! [Rowell tries to crawl to the ringside as Dragon falls in slow-motion beside him, his face already bruised and swelling from the shot.] Justin Hellock - YOUR TURN C.J. Mike Weathers - He...He...CAGE HAS OFFERED HIS HAND TO ROWELL! [MEGA ULTRA SUPER-DUPER FACE POP] Justin Hellock - WHAT THE HELL... Mike Weathers - He...ROWELL TAKES IT! THESE TWO HATE EACH OTHER! Justin Hellock - CAGE HAS BETRAYED EVERYTHING HE KNOWS... [Cage pulls Rowell up and steadies him against the ropes.] [SHOCKED POP!] [NOOOOOOOOOO!] Justin Hellock - I...HE SCREWED ROWELL! Mike Weathers - LIGHTS OUT DDT ON ROWELL! [The Staples Centre lets out a ROAR of disapproval as C.J. Rowell is dropped to the canvas, Cage shrugs his shoulders and tells the fans, in no uncertain terms, to F*CK THEMSELVES!] Justin Hellock - Um...did he just say that? Mike Weathers - FORGET WHAT HE SAID...ROWELL AND RED DRAGON HAVE BEEN MAULED BY KEVIN CAGE! [The referee looks at Cage who threatens him to begin making the count before dropping out of the ring and heading to the back, bloodied baseball bat dragging along the floor behind him.] _1_ _2_ _3_ _4_ _5_ Justin Hellock - Neither man showing any signs of getting up, I didn't even think a draw was possible! Mike Weathers - It's possible but sure as hell isn't right. Cage got beat, fair and square but he just had to SCREW us out of it didn't he. _7_ _8_ [MEGA MEGA POP] Mike Weathers - ROWELL IS GETTING UP! Both hands on the middle rope, but the Boston Blockbuster is getting to his feet! [Close up on Rowell as he slumps across the middle rope. Ugh, not a pretty sight, but even worse is the sight behind him...] Justin Hellock - RED DRAGON! Mike Weathers - YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! [FLASH] [FLASH] _9_ [HOLY CHRIST WHEN IS THIS GOING TO END POP!] Justin Hellock - RED DRAGON IS ON HIS KNEES IN THE DEAD CENTRE OF THE RING! Mike Weathers - Rowell slumps around... [Smile, you're on CANDID FUCKIN' CAMERA.] Justin Hellock - Neither man can believe what they're seeing and to be honest, neither can I...Kevin Cage left to soon because Red Dragon and C.J. Rowell are still in this sumbitch! Mike Weathers - Rowell up to his feet! [POP] Justin Hellock - Red Dragon up to his feet! [HEEL POP] Mike Weathers - HERE WE GO AGAIN! [A couple of right hands from Rowell knock the Champ backwards. Red dragon lunges forwards but gets clubbed on the top of the head and falls down onto all fours.] Justin Hellock - RED DRAGON HAS ROWELL'S LEG... Mike Weathers - Rowell...ROWELL... [ANTICIPATION POP] Justin Hellock - DRAGON SCRE- [REVERSAL POP!] Justin Hellock - NO! Red Dragon drilled an elbow into the temple of Red Dragon, the Champion lets go... Mike Weathers - Dragon staggers against the ropes... [ROWELL POP!] ___YEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSAAAAHHHHH___ Mike Weathers - DOOMSDAY...DOOOOOOOOOOOOOMSDAY ON RED DRAGON! Justin Hellock - NOOOOOO! [FINISHER POP] Mike Weathers - THAT'S ALL FOR DRAGON...SURELY? [Rowell falls backwards as the referee begins to make the count.] Justin Hellock - Rowell drilled Red Dragon! Come on Red! _1_ _2_ [POPPP] _3_ Justin Hellock - Rowell...he can't be our new World Champion. _4_ _5_ [C.J. ROWELL FACE POP OF ASCENSION] Mike Weathers - ROWELL IS BACK UP...KINDA! [Indeed he is, C.J. Rowell was briefly back on his feet before falling back down to the canvas.] _7_ _8_ [FACE POP, CAMERA FLASH, NEW CHAMPION ANTICIPATION POP] Mike Weathers - This time Rowell stays up, he may just have done it! [WAITING BUZZ] [STILL WAITING] _9_ Mike Weathers - HERE IT COMES... Justin Hellock - NO!....LOOK AT... [HUH?] _10_ [ENORMOUS HOLY COW, ROOF LIFTING POP FOR THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION!] Mike Weathers - HE GOT IT, HE DID IT...C.J. ROWELL IS THE NEW WFWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Justin Hellock - I...Hell...even I'm impressed...I got nothing smart to say. [CO-REY, CO-REY, CO-REY!] Mike Weathers - Rowell...it doesn't seem to have registered yet, he's still hanging over the top rope. [The referee tries to raise his arm.] Mike Weathers - WHOAH THERE! [Rowell spins around ready to strike but instead falls back to the canvas. CAREFULLY the referee kneels down and tries to raise his arm again...] Justin Hellock - Red Dragon is coming to but...well, too late! [MASSIVE POP AS ROWELL IS HELPED BACK UP AND HAS HIS ARM RAISED!] Mike Weathers - The referee only has one thing to do now, get the damn belt for the new champion! [Rowell staggers back against the ropes as the referee unhooks his arm and steps to the outside.] Mike Weathers - I can honestly say, hand on heart...that was the most epic struggle I have ever witnessed in my time as a broadcaster, hell, maybe ever. Justin Hellock - Rowell and Red Dragon...take a look Mike, this may not be over just yet! [Red Dragon has pulled himself against the turnbuckle and is staring intensely at Rowell.] Mike Weathers - TAKE A LOOK AT THAT! [Snap shot to the WfWA WORLD TITLE in all it's golden glory as it is brought up into the ring by the referee. As the Staples Center comes alive with camera flash after camera flash Rowell takes the title in his hand.] Justin Hellock - I never thought I'd see the day... Mike Weathers - Neither did he... [Rowell takes a look at his bloody reflection in the gleaming gold before throwing his arm as high into the air as he can muster as he staggers to the centre of the ring.] [MASSIVE POP!] Mike Weathers - Red Dragon is up! [HEEL POP!] Justin Hellock - Rowell better smarten up and get his head on straight because Red Dragon has the same look in his eyes he had when he came off of the damn balcony! [Rowell turns and quickly drops to the canvas rolling to ringside as Red Dragon steps towards him. Rowell has his arm and the title raised high as he staggers down the aisle way.] Mike Weathers - Get the feeling we'll be seeing this all again pretty soon? Justin Hellock - Man, do I ever! Mike Weathers - So do I, so do I. [Rowell runs his blood soaked hand along all the outstretched palms before stopping at the top of the aisle, he slaps the reddened WfWA Logo across his chest and throws the title in the air to a DEAFENING cheer! We leave the ring to a recorded press conference. ================***WORLD FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE***=============== [The camera men and the reporters stand waiting...anxiously as a banner is strung up in front of a podium in a board room. It is covered up though and you cannot see what it says across the banner. The anxiousness grows. Just then a man steps out from the back, of course by himself. He looks towards the cameras with a smile on his face. He adjusts the microphone and than clears his throat. He takes a sip of water and than speaks to the small crowd.] Man - Ladies and gentlemen, I just wanted to say it's good to be here on this fine summer's day. Anyways, onto my point. If you don't know me, my name is Kirk Slugger and I run a federation called Pure Talent Wrestling. Tonight is the night the announcement is going to be made. Once every now and than the WfWA will pick a league to join its ranks. Only the best of the best can join of course, and as you may have already heard...PTW has been that federation to join. [Pictures are than take and the reporters and even the fans and cameramen clap and cheer as this announcement has being made.] Slugger - But what I came here for anyways...questions. [The banner than drops and the PTW logo and the WfWA logo are unveiled. Than two hands, shaking each other right below the two logos. The hands are than raised and the crowd erupts.] Reporter 1 - Yeah Kirk Slugger, you do know PTW has only being open for about a month now right? Slugger - Yes and your point? Reporter 1 - With all the history and talent in the WfWA, how can PTW compete with something like this? Slugger - Well for one, PTW was open for a year before it closed down and reopened. And the talent in Pure Talent Wrestling is full of rookies and full of veterans and full of course of superstars. The talent is vast, and just like any federation out there, there is low carders and mid carders and even main eventers. So in the end, it all even outs. Reporter 2 - This time next year, where do you think PTW will in the WfWA? Slugger - On top baby and that's the only place left to go. Just wait, it will happen. Reporter 3 - Why the WfWA? Why not WeWA or NeWA or even NWC? Slugger - Well for one, the offers were not there and I never even thought of those other three. And finally, WfWA is above the rest and this is where the talent is. So why go elsewhere, when I can go with the best of the best, and bring the best of the best with myself. Reporter 4 - What does PTW have in store for the WfWA...and of course the wrestling world? Slugger - Anything and everything, you name we'll try and do it. Our fan base is rebuilding, but it's slowly getting back up to what it used to be. We'll get there. Reporter 1 - About the WFWA World Title...do you think you can reach it? Slugger - Well it would not be me, but one of the superstars in PTW. And yes...we will reach it. But of course, I can only answer so many questions, so I brought a friend here with me today. Ladies and gentlemen the one and only, and of course former PTW Heavyweight Champion, Will Jaxson! [Will Jaxson steps up to the podium.] _ahem_ JAXSON - Thank you Kirk. Members of the press, I come to you on behalf of the wrestlers of Pure Talent Wrestling. You may think that I was chosen because of what I have done in the past in PTW. I was PTW's first ever champion and remain the longest reigning champion on record. I have also held PTW's Intercontinental title and am to this point the only man to have held both of this organizations top two titles at the same time. You may think that it's because I've also had success here in WfWA as well as a one-time ACW Georgia State champion. You may think it's because that when one thinks of PTW's legacy up until this point you can not ignore the fact that I have been its franchise player. You may think these are the reasons I am here today, but you are wrong. I am here because it's quite obvious to anyone who has seen our shows realizes I am the only one in PTW capable of putting more than two words together in a sentence and not look like an idiot while doing so. [Slight laugher from the press as Jaxson flashes a smirk.] JAXSON - Today is not only a landmark day for PTW, but it really is a day that WfWA fans can look back upon as a momentous day in history. With all kidding aside about verbal skills, I will admit that no doubt when you look up and down the roster PTW boasts, you can not deny that is very rich in talent. The name Pure Talent Wrestling just isn't some lame ass moniker thought up by a bunch of suits... Well ok maybe it is... [A little more laughter.] JAXSON - But those same suits were wise enough to bring on some of the best talent the sport has to offer to compete in PTW. I am positive this partnership will benefit both PTW and a wrestling company and WfWA as an organization. Then again, the one man who will profit and gain the most out of this deal... is...ME! I've already done everything I can possibly do in PTW. I've won championships, proven time and time again that I am the franchise and now not only can I continue to dominate PTW and make it my personal playground, but I can do the same in WfWA! I'll even prove it in my first match in WWW on the 28th by beating the holy hell out of Citizen Kane and taking his hardcore championship! But, I digress... In closing on behalf of my fellow PTW wrestlers, thank you to the WfWA for this opportunity to prove ourselves on the world stage. I can make a promise that we won't disappoint straight SIMPLE! Slugger - Ok everyone, that's a wrap up. If you do have any more questions, we can continue this at another time, but for now Jaxson and I have some business to attend to. Thank you and good day. [As this is said, Slugger and Jaxson walk out and the camera fades as the small crowd claps away.] ===================***SUMMER GAMES 3 PAY PER VIEW***================= [The ring crew is busily constructing a 20-foot high steel cage around the perimeter of the ring as we cut back to ringside.] Mike Weathers - the introduction the out latest region there, they look strong don't they Justin. Justin Hellock - Not as strong as California will be looking in a few minutes Mike, Ulfric and Lennox baby! Mike Weathers - Of course; PTW was where Rayne started out... Justin Hellock - It'll be a great opportunity to expose some new faces to our audience, of course some will be familiar such as Jaxson but they have a lot of fresh talent that I hear can really step it up in the ring. Mike Weathers - And, that's what this is all about, stepping it up when it matters...Dane, Lennox, Woods, Saunders, Ulfric and Goliath have all got to do exactly that in our main event, the final of Summer Games 3. The chance to put your region at the top and of course win that #1 contendership to the WfWA World Title...which of course, C.J. Rowell now holds Justin Hellock - Well it's been one hell of a night hell one hell of a weekend but it is coming to its climax as you say Mike as finally it's time for the main event. Mike Weathers - Six men have made it through to this stage, 24 started out on this path is teams of four and we are now down to only this six. Justin Hellock - Elimination from this match is via pinfall or submission only and at the beginning the men will start in teams of three. 2 men from the Midwest, two from California and two from Nevada. Mike Weathers - They are the only ones left in with a chance, should it come down to two team-mates then those two men will face off, until there is only one, that person will not only be the winner of Summer Games three but also will be the new #1 contender to the World Heavyweight Title that CJ Rowell won earlier tonight. [Ring crew scarpers as the lights go down.] Greg Fogleman - This match is the final and will decide the winning team and the Number 1 contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. Coming to the ring first representing Team Nevada, he hails from Detroit Michigan. Weighing in at 242lbs, it's the 'Only Star' Eric Dane... [The opening bassline to System of a Down's "Psycho" rip through the Public Announce system. A deep rumble of anticipation fills the facility to the brim, and the capacity crowd sits in anticipation. The abrupt screaming of Serj Tankian ends all of this waiting.] # Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy # Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy # Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy # Psycho groupie coke # Makes you high makes you hide # Makes you really want to go, STOP! [From backstage steps one of the greatest wrestlers to ever grace a ring. The crowd gives a nice respect pop for "The Only Star" as he makes his way ringward. He slaps a few hands on the way down the ramp, and rolls under the bottom rope once he makes it to the ring.] Greg Fogleman - His partner in Team Nevada, weighing in at 223lbs, he is Matt 'Showtime' Saunders! # Word up son, word... [The lights in the arena suddenly dim down to blackness. The fans begin to cheer at the sounds of the opening of the song. Soon there after there is a large white pyro that ignites at the top of the stage to go along with some fire works.] [A Mixture of bass and fireworks shakes the arena.] [BOOM!] [BOOM!] [BOOM!] # Yeah, to all the killa's and the hundred dolla billa's # For Ni**a's who ain't got no feelin's... [Boom.] # Check it out now. [Out from the back walks Matt "Showtime" Saunders. He wears his tradition wrestling attire. He stands on top of the stage and begins to soak up the cheers from the crowd. He begins to nod his head a bit to the beat and walks towards the ring.] # I got you stuck off the realness # We be the infamous, ya heard of us # Official Queensbridge murdera's # The Mobb comes equipped forwarfare, beware # Of my crime family with nuff shots to share # For all those, who wanna profile and pose # ROCK YOU IN FACE STAB your brain with your nose bone. # You all alone in these streets cousin # Everyman for they selves in this land we be gunnin' # And keep then show crews runnin' like they supposed too # They come around but they never come close too # I can see it in side your face, you in the wrong place # Cowards like you, just get they whole bodies laced up # With bulletholes and such # Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched. # You could put your whole army...against my team and... # I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'. [Saunders is now at the ring. He steps inside and climbs up the turnbuckle. He raises both his arms high to another ovation for the crowd.] Greg Fogleman: Coming to the ring representing Team California, hailing from New Orleans, he weighs 230lbs....Ulfric! His partner and a former World Heavyweight Champion in both alliances, he stands 6'2 and hits the scales at 245lbs....'The Wolverine' Micheal Lennox! [Smoke begins to pour down the entrance ramp as the heavy guitar laden opening rift of "Time Does Not Heal" by Dark Angel blares from the house PA system. The lights dim, and as a blue glow emanates from somewhere deep inside the for, the haunting cords give way to equally chilling words.] "It's always darkest before it goes completely black I'm older now so I should know, you can never look back But the scars of childhood memories dominate my head The inner pain I've vowed to keep until the day I'm dead" [A dark shadow can be seen through the fog's thick blue haze.] "You can't see, the life I was forced to lead what it's like to die daily You can't feel, the thoughts I've learned to steal Survivals my reality" [A series of blue pyro erupts in front of the entrance as Ulfric steps through the fog, his long blue/black hair hanging loose in his face, he is wearing a pair of frayed blue jeans, a black/red "Dark Angels" T-shirt, and motorcycle boots with "Lucifer", his black barbed wired baseball bat in his right hand with his WWW Tag Team Championship belt around his waist as he looks around at the crowd strangely.] # When I was young I lived in fear # The hands of doom forever drawing near # I wonder how I earned to persevere # As time advanced deceit was my life's truth # Spurred on by the peace I never knew" [He pauses midway down the ramp before raising the bat in one hand and bangs his head in time to the music. Ulfric points the bat at the opponents and waits outside of the ring when the arena falls dark and silent, the crowd anxious and waiting for something to happen when the ominous bells rings out in the crowd as AC/DC's Hells Bells comes over the PA system until the ominous tapping of the highhat begins the fever pitch of the guitar riff while laser lights zoom throughout the arena.] # BUUUM # CRASH [The heavy guitar laden first riff of AC/DC's "Back In Black" roars through the arena, accompanied by a flash of brilliant red pyrotechnics while a video package plays on the video wall.] # BA-BA-BUUM # CRASH CRASH CRASH [The next heavy riffs roar out, with more amazing fire flashes. The crowd rises to their feet to cheer the man, but unable to tear themselves away from the magnificent show.] # Back in black # I hit the sack # I've been too long I'm glad to be back [I bet you know I'm...] # Yes, I'm let loose # From the noose # That's kept me hanging about # I've been looking at the sky # 'Cause it's gettin' me high # Forget the hearse 'cause I never die # I got nine lives # Cat's eyes # Abusin ' every one of them and running wild [Red and White pyro streamers, burning bright ignite and engulf the entrance area in a bath of fire and brimstone. The crowd is on their feet and whipped into fury as they give The Wolverine an amazing ovation at the entrance area.] # Back in the back # Of a Cadillac # Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack # Yes, I'm in a bang # With a gang # They've got to catch me if they want me to hang # Cause I'm back on the track [Just as that all important phrase is said, two rockets fly down from the ceiling and blast into the top of the entranceway. This draws the audience's attention there for a moment, and when they look back at the entrance, "The Wolverine" Micheal Lennox is there. He stands on the platform, with a focused look on his face when he pours water over his head as he walks down the aisle dressed in ripped blue jeans with "Wolverine" written down one leg, combat boots, taped fists and a black/red sleeveless "Dark Angels" T-shirt and an old black denim jacket with his WWW Tag Team Championship belt around his waist. His long tangled hair hanging down in his face while he walks down the aisle and smacks hands with the fans before he joins Ulfric and they both rush into the ring and climb up opposite corners and give the fans a double fist salute.] # And I'm beatin' the flack # Nobody's gonna get me on another rap # So look at me now # I'm just makin' my play # Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way [Lennox and Ulfric climb down and go over to the other opposite corners and gives them another double fist salute and tries to get the fans pumped for the match. Lennox and Ulfric climb down and toss their belts to the ref before they wait in the corner for the match to start.] Greg Fogleman: Coming to the ring representing Team Midwest, coming to the ring Goliath and Terry F'N Woods! [The arena turns to Darkness...] Voice: It's that time once again... [Two fireballs erupt on each side of the entrance way...] Voice: you motherfuckers know me? [A red light gloom's over the arena...] [!Two eyes appear on the video wall... Squinting in pain!] Voice: look into these eyes, you'll never see me. [!The words "I'll Never Forget" are shown on the screen in platinum!] Voice: Duck if your tall, @#%$. [!The words shatter... As a platinum 187 medallion dangles from a rope chain, from left to right of the screen!] [BOOOOOM!] [A huge explosion occurs on the ramp.] [!The words appear one at a time... slowly, on the screen!] [Act...] [Like...] [A...] [Pussy...] [And...] [You...] [Will...] [Get...] [Fucked..] ["No Surrender" By Bone Thugs n' Harmony is played over the PA System as the fans get to their feet. Woods is at the top of the entrance ramp. He stands there motionless, his 187 chain dangling from his neck, gleaming in the lights. His hair freshly spiked, his eyes covered by the shade of his Oakleys. His head is looking down, towards his boots, A cigar sticks out, no smoke emits from it. His arms to his side. His left hand has something, but is not determined what it is. He has a sleeveless shirt on, that proclaims "Jesus Hates England."] # Me...e..e.. No Surrender..er..er # Me...e..e.. No Surrender..er..er [!The screen shows a clip of Terry Woods shooting a paintball gun at Kyle Cole as he makes his way to the ring!] [Terry's left hand moves up to his mouth, He pops open a Zippo and lights his cigar. A loud explosion is heard.] # My nigga just entered your business, # so can I get a witness? # Can you duck? @#%$ the po-po, pow. [Terry Woods and Goliath walk down to the caged area.] Justin Hellock - What a structure we have at ringside. Mike Weathers - Six of the best wrestlers from around the world are here and by god are we going to see some carnage. [Eric Dane and Matt Saunders are in one corner of the cage as Ulfric and Lennox are pumping up the fans in the middle of the ring.] Justin Hellock - These Californian fans really want to see a home team win, for the second year running. [Terry Woods and Goliath slide into the ring and stand in the opposite corner to Dane and Saunders, Ulfric and Lennox pushed back into a different corner by the referee.] Mike Weathers - Imagine what those six men must be feeling, they have to be pumped, just to be here at Summer Games, let alone in the final with a chance to be the overall winner of this the third WfWA Summer Games. Justin Hellock - A big advantage to team WWW Lennox and Ulfric they have been in the final of Summer Games before, this time last year but both lost out to Chilli at the death, and of course Woods, Saunders and Dane were all given post match beat downs! [DING DING DING] Mike Weathers - There's the bell and off we go. [Woods is the first to make the move going straight after Matt Saunders, the two exchange blow, the brawler Terry Woods gets the advantage, whipping Saunders to the ropes. Saunders come back off the ropes and as Woods goes for a clothesline Saunders adjusts taking him down with a Cross-arm Breaker and locks on an Armbar. Goliath and Lennox tie up. Dane and Ulfric seem ready to tie up, a little hesitation on both people's part.] Justin Hellock - Terry Woods taken down early, eager to get going, the others less so. [Woods scrambles towards the ropes; Saunders still has the hold locked on good. Goliath out-powers Lennox in the Collar and Elbow tie up and sends him to the ropes and takes him down with a Clothesline. Dane and Ulfric lock up, neither man moving a great deal before Ulfric pushes Dane backwards into the ropes and sends him across the ring with an Irish whip, Dane on the comeback is taken down with a Arm Drag.] Mike Weathers - Surely the idea right here would be for you to try to eliminate those who you think are the weakest of your opponents, hoping that the one's you consider are the stronger wont be around in the later stages. [Goliath stomps down Lennox then quickly across the ring and makes the save on Woods stomping down Saunders until he releases the hold. Dane back up to meet Ulfric again and the two tie up this time its Dane who comes out on top and applies first a Hammerlock and then a Side Headlock. Lennox back to his feet as Woods and Goliath keep Saunders down in the corner, Woods with a choke Goliath with a few stomps.] Justin Hellock - But all these man have already been through a hell of a battle to get this far. Dane and Saunders the only survivors of SSW v NeWA that was one hell of a battle. [Lennox over as Dane takes Ulfric down, Lennox drives a boot into the side of Dane then starts to pull him up, although Lennox quickly taken down by a charging clothesline from Goliath. Dane back up and over to make the save on Saunders drilling Woods with a kick to the midsection.] Mike Weathers - You say that was a battle. Look at how the hell WWW guys and UWF guys got here, all giving their all for the sake of their region. Some very deserving guys have been eliminated already in this competition. [Dane brings Woods to his feet and quickly hooks him up hitting a Belly to Belly Suplex. Goliath sends Lennox into the corner with a Double Handed Chokelift and starts fire lefts and rights into the face of Lennox.] Justin Hellock - Hell yeah I mean Chilli and Ulfric have already been eliminated, two great guys! [Ulfric and Saunders are back on their feet, Dane and Saunders start to stomp Woods, as Ulfric comes in driving a punch into the base of the spine of Goliath staggering him forward into Lennox.] Mike Weathers - Your being a little hometown their Justin. [Ulfric drags Goliath out the corner takes him down with a Side Russian Leg Sweep, and then applies a Step Over Armbar with Neck Submission, Lennox to the aid of Ulfric and starts booting the back of Goliath's neck as the submission hold is applied. Dane and Saunders drag Woods to his feet, double midsection kicks and Woods taken down with a double DDT.] Justin Hellock - Well Mike I'm WWW and I want to the California Region of the WfWA to win Summer Games just like they did last year. [Ulfric releases Goliath from the hold Lennox instantly drags him back to his feet taking him down with a Twist of Fate Neckbreaker. Saunders starts to drag Woods to his feet, but Woods gets in a low blow and quickly rakes the eyes of Saunders, turns around driving a boot into Dane and hitting a Snap Suplex.] Mike Weathers - Well so do I but we can't be a partisan right now, that's just the way things are. [Woods rolls back to his feet lays a couple of shots into Saunders, several to the face and a couple more to the body, Woods down to his knee lifts Saunders up over his head and takes him over with a Samoan Drop. Lennox and Ulfric drag Goliath to his feet and is whipped to the ropes, Goliath back off the ropes ducks a double clothesline attempt comes back only to receive a pair of rising knee hit's to the chest sending him down from the Dark Angels.] Justin Hellock - Hell Lennox and Ulfric went through a war surviving a three on two war to get here, I wanna see them win. Screw SSW and UWF. [Dane back up and grabs Woods by the shoulder spinning him round, Woods the recipient of a couple of forearm smashes to the face by Dane, woods responds with a kick to the knee of Dane, and another and another and another.] Mike Weathers - And the others haven't already been in a war? Woods has done his homework targeting the knees of Eric Dane. [Dane goes down to one knee. Woods drags him back to his feet and hits a DDT. Goliath lifting to his feet by Michael Lennox with Ulfric climbing to the middle turnbuckle, Lennox with a elbow into the gut of Goliath slumps him over, lifts him up for a Piledriver, Ulfric off the middle turnbuckle jumps down and Goliath is SNAPPED with a Spike Piledriver.] Justin Hellock - That's smarter than I'd give Terry Woods credit I mean what kind of dipshit inserts F'kin between his two names. [Saunders back to his feet, only to be taken down with a clothesline from Ulfric. Ulfric drops down applying some kind of submission hold on the arm and neck of Saunders. Saunders however manages to reverse it, into a hold of his own, Ulfric comes back wrapping his arm around the neck of Saunders, who quickly moves to shove an arm in between his neck and Ulfric's arm levering it free. The two quickly get to their feet and come in for the tie up, no one moving a great deal. Lennox drags Goliath up and hit's a Trifecta German Suplex. Woods stomps away at the knee of Dane in the corner.] Mike Weathers - An intense one, I don't know, great exchange of mat wrestling between Saunders and Ulfric. Both men tying each other up in knots only to see it reversed. [Ulfric comes out on top against Saunders sending him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Saunders back off the ropes and takes Ulfric down with a Cross Body press going for a pin but Lennox is there to break it before the referee got in a one count. Woods with the leg of Dane picks it up and drops down driving an elbow into the knee, repeating the movement several times. Goliath getting back up is knocked back down by Lennox with a clothesline, he quickly applies a Reverse Crucifix Armbar with Neck Submission. Saunders with some mounted punches to the head of Ulfric.] Justin Hellock - Goliath is trapped in Strangle Hold Alpha by Michael Lennox, his partner Terry Woods busy working away on Eric Dane, he could use some help otherwise he's done for. [Woods props the leg of Dane on the bottom rope climbing to the middle rope and dropping down on the knee. Saunders drags Ulfric back to his feet and hit's a Belly to Back Suplex. Goliath still trapped fighting his way to the ropes.] Mike Weathers - Speaking of Dane, Saunders needs to save him otherwise that knee could again be seriously busted up. [Woods holds down the ankle of Dane, jumping up and drives a knee into the knee of Dane before applying a Leg Grapevine on the leg. Saunders quickly over and stomps the face of Woods saving Dane. Goliath reaching for the ropes but can't get there Lennox rapid like pulls back on the hold as much as he can.] Justin Hellock - Hell like I care, if Dane's gone from this match all the better in my eyes. [Saunders turns around only to be caught by Ulfric with a kick to the midsection and taken down with a Single Arm Swinging DDT. Woods gets back to his feet and kicks Dane stiffly in the knee and makes his way across the ring stomping away at Lennox, Lennox refusing to release the hold despite this. Woods drops down and rakes the eyes of Lennox, forcing him to release. Woods turns Ulfric grabs him and plants him with a Belly to Belly Suplex.] Mike Weathers - 'The Only Star' Eric Dane has competed all over this Alliance on two time has been the WWA World Heavyweight Champion. Currently bogged down in a feud with Ricky Taverna in Nevada. What a shot in the arm this would give his career to know he's going to Shockwave as the World Heavyweight Title Number One Contender for the second year running. [Dane taking a breather in one corner clutching his knee, Saunders gets back up and blindsides Ulfric with a clothesline. Lennox grabs Goliath by the hair and lifts him to his feet; Lennox scoops Goliath onto his shoulder and plants him over the turnbuckle, legs dangling over the top rope, upside down. Lennox proceeds to drive his boot into the throat of Goliath.] Justin Hellock - You say it like he's the only one who wouldn't be deserving of that accolade what about Michael Lennox who's taken titles from Dane all over. What about Ulfric one of the most consistent wrestlers in the WWA this past year. Or Saunders he's been working everywhere, finally gets his shot at the new Champion next week in SSW. [Lennox boots Goliath in the chest over and over. Ulfric whipped to the ropes by Saunders, comes back off the ropes and is sent high in the hair with a back body drop, Saunders quickly on back on his case with a stomp before dropping down and laying in a flurry of mounted shots to the head of Ulfric. Woods watching on and makes his way back over to Dane, kicks him square in the face.] Mike Weathers - I never said that others aren't deserving I merely pointed out that Dane has been stuck in a rut over in Nevada. [Saunders starts to bring Ulfric back up and plants him with a Standing Side Suplex. Lennox still going to work on Goliath in the corner quickly over and boot's Saunders square in the face. Goliath slumps down out of the corner and lands on the matt. Woods grabs a handful of Danes hair dragging him up drives a couple of knees into the face of Dane, shoves him between his legs and then lifts him up for a Double Underhook Powerbomb.] Justin Hellock - I heard out next door neighbours first ever PPV. Not sure Dane will make it after that. [Ulfric and Saunders sluggishly get to their feet and start exchanging blows. Woods stomps Dane and starts to climb to the top rope and then up the cage. Lennox drags Goliath up kick to the gut. __STUNNAH__ ...Goliath goes down.] Mike Weathers - Goliath caught with a Bayou Stunner. [Woods makes it to the top of the Cage, Saunders taken down with an Implant DDT by Ulfric. Woods from the top of the Cage... __CRASH__ ...Elbow into the throat of Dane.] Justin Hellock - Two pins! [Lennox hooks the leg of Goliath, Woods drapes an arm over Dane.] [..ONE..] [..TWO..] [Dane gets a shoulder up.] [..THREE..] Mike Weathers - Goliath's gone! [Woods jumps to his feet celebrating thinking he's eliminated Eric Dane, which he hasn't Dane drags himself to his feet using the ropes as Ulfric and Saunders look around confused.] Justin Hellock - Woods thinks he's eliminated Eric Dane! [Dane grans Woods by the shoulder and kicks him square in the midsection lifts him up and drops down for a Inverted Stalling Brain Buster.] Mike Weathers - STAR DRIVER! [Dane makes the cover on Woods.] [..ONE..] [..TWO..] [..THREE..] Mike Weathers - Woods caught out by Dane, the Star Driver the curse of many, many men takes him out! Greg Fogleman - TEAM UWF have been eliminated! [Woods can't believe it Goliath makes his way out of the ring, peacefully. Woods back to his feet and in the face of the referee. Ulfric and Lennox in one corner, Saunders and Dane in another watch on. Referee starts forcing Woods from the ring, assisted by several security guards that rush the ring.] Justin Hellock - Well here we go! [Dane and Ulfric tie up, Dane into a Wristlock, Ulfric counters with a duck down go behind into a Hammerlock, Dane drives a crude elbow into the face of Ulfric staggering him backwards, Dane spins around and grabs Ulfric drilling him with an Implant DDT. Exchange of shots by Lennox and Saunders ends up with Lennox coming out on top, Irish Whip by Lennox takes Saunders across the ring, Lennox hit's a Spinebuster sending Saunders down and then drops and Elbow into the neck of Saunders.] Mike Weathers - All I can tell you is the winners will be a team from South West America, only Team Nevada and Team California remain in this match. [Dane lifts Ulfric back up and hits a Snap Suplex. Lennox brings Saunders back to his feet whips him to the ropes, Saunders back of the ropes Lennox takes him down with a Lou Thesz Press and continues to drive a set of Forearms into the face of Matt 'Showtime' Saunders.] Justin Hellock - Who the hell made you an expert on Geography? [Dane grabs the head of Ulfric and shoots him forward into the ropes, Dane follows him in grabbing him by the head and continues to pummel the head against the steel cage several times.] Mike Weathers - Hey I know my around these parts if nothing else. [Lennox drags Saunders back to his feet and drops him down with a Evenflow DDT. Dane executes a German Suplex on Ulfric rolling back to his feet and stops Ulfric a few times.] Justin Hellock - You say that like I don't. [Lennox drags Saunders to his feet locks on a Cobra Clutch and SLAMS Saunders down. Dane continues to stomp Ulfric, drags him back to his feet and shoves him against the turnbuckle coming in with a few forearm smashes to the face.] Mike Weathers - I said nothing of the sort! [Dane drives some boots into the midsection of Ulfric in the corner. Lennox lifts Saunders back up Fireman's Carry straight into a Diamond Cutter.] Justin Hellock - Bourbon Sweet Wrecker! [Lennox makes the cover on Saunders.] [..One..] [Dane in with a boot to the face of Lennox saving Saunders. Dane drags Lennox up and takes him down with a Reverse DDT. Dane back to his feet only to be steamrollered by a clothesline from Ulfric.] Mike Weathers - Dane saves his partner right there but Ulfric quickly back in to knock Dane back down. [Ulfric picks up Dane, and hits a German Suplex on him. Ulfric then begins stomping on Dane, but Saunders runs at him. Ulfric grabs Saunders, and nails an Armdrag, bringing him down to the mat. Lennox gets to his feet, and the two grab Dane by the legs, doing a wishbone.] Justin Hellock - YEAH! The Only Star has got to be feeling it after that. Mike Weathers - Interesting exchange of moves right now, but Dane is definitely coming out the worst. [Dane is clutching his groin in pain, and Lennox and Ulfric are now pounding on Saunders with a bunch of boots. Ulfric grabs Matt, hoisting him to his feet, before both men hit a dual Suplex, slamming Saunders on top of Dane.] Justin Hellock - What a move by Ulfric and Lennox! The Californians are on fire here! [Lennox winds up, and lands a massive leg drop on Dane. Cover!] ONE! TWO! THRKICKOUT! Mike Weathers - Dane isn't near done here. Ulfric and Lennox have a lot to do. [Ulfric lifts Dane up, and hits a knife chop to the chest. Dane stumbles back, and is met with Ulfric nailing Dane with a series of punches to his face. Dane stumbles back, and right into Lennox, who holds him in a Straightjacket Suplex position. Ulfric begins layering punches into Dane, while Lennox holds Dane.] Justin Hellock - YEAH! Ulfric is pummelling Dane down! This is awesome! Mike Weathers - Team California definitely showing the better at teamwork here, as the new WFWA tag champions lay into Dane right now. [Ulfric nods to Lennox, then bounces off the ropes. Lennox hits the Straightjacket Suplex, and Ulfric manages to baseball slide Dane right as he lands. Ulfric hits a standing big splash, knocking the wind out of Dane, holding on for the cover.] Justin Hellock - What great teamwork right there. Dane just got pummelled. ONE! TWO! [And Saunders breaks it up by kicking Ulfric in the head. Lennox goes to grab him, but Saunders flashes up with a spinning heel kick, sending Lennox down. Saunders turns around, ducking under a left hook from Ulfric, before kicking him in the stomach. Ulfric doubles over, and Saunders grabs his head, and hits a jumping DDT, driving Ulfric's head into the mat.] Mike Weathers - Saunders is back up, and he is on fire! [Saunders rolls to his feet, and nails Lennox with a boot to the head. Saunders sends Lennox for the ride, and runs to the other side of the cage. Saunders comes back with a monster Crossbody, holding on for the pin!] ONE! TWO! [And Ulfric hits him with an Axehandle, breaking it up. Ulfric picks Saunders up to his feet, but Saunders gauges him in the eyes. Ulfric stumbles back, and runs into Dane. Ulfric turns around, only to be hit with a punch by Dane. Ulfric stumbles back into Saunders, who punches him. Several more times, Ulfric stumbles around, being nailed alternatively by Dane and Saunders] Justin Hellock - Team Nevada is playing PING-PONG! Mike Weathers - Well...it's an interesting way to beat a guy up. POP! [Saunders winds up for another punch, but is levelled by a charging Micheal Lennox. Ulfric turns around, and takes Dane's head off with a clothesline. Lennox and Ulfric pick up Saunders and Dane, and whip them, forcing them to run into each other.] Justin Hellock - That's how California does it! [Ulfric picks up Dane, and hits a Hammerlock Bodyslam. Lennox picks up Saunders and drives him down with a Belly To Belly Suplex. Both men hit Legdrops and cover simultaneously. The ref shrugs, and counts for Dane.] ONE! TWO! THREE! Justin Hellock - YESSSS... KICKOUT! Justin Hellock - SSSSSSSNO! HE KICKED OUT! [The ref turns and counts Saunders] ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! [Saunders kicks out, and both members of Team SSW get to their feet. Dane charges at Ulfric, and Saunders at Lennox. Both Cali members slide out of the way though, and Dane and Saunders slam on the brakes, nearly running into each other.] Mike Weathers - Well...that was close [Dane and Saunders dive out of the way as Ulfric and Lennox come charging in, both not stopping quickly enough, and colliding. They stumble back, and both men take a pair of Superkicks from Team Nevada] Justin Hellock - What the hell is this? Synchronised ass kicking? [Saunders picks up Lennox, and throws him into the turnbuckle, while Dane puts Ulfric into an Armbar. The ref turns to Ulfric to see if he wants to submit. Meanwhile, Lennox has turned it around on Saunders, and is layering into him over and over with punches.] Mike Weathers - Action has been non-stop between these four guys, and they have been going at it all out! [The ref is still checking on the Armbar, while Lennox props Saunders up on the turnbuckle, and begins climbing it. Lennox looks around for a second before grabbing Saunders, and launching off with a MONSTER Superplex] __THUD__ [Ulfric covers!] [But the ref is busy checking on Ulfric. Finally, ref turns and sees Lennox covering Saunders, and runs to count.] Justin Hellock - Bout time! ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! Mike Weathers - Matt Saunders got the shoulder up! He's still in this! [Saunders got the shoulder up at the last second. Ref turns back to Ulfric and Dane, Dane still having the Armbar on. Lennox runs over, and kicks Dane in the back of the head. Dane releases the hold, and he gets up, and the two start exchanging blows. ] Justin Hellock - Just one brawl after another right here! Mike Weathers - Something's going to have to break! [Dane begins ramming Lennox's head into the cage, and Ulfric shakily begins getting to his feet. He stands upright...] __SPEAR__ [A beautiful spear sends Ulfric flying into the turnbuckle, where Saunders begins ramming his head over and over into Ulfric's stomach.] Justin Hellock - Its back and forth all night... and right now, its Nevada on top! [Saunders begins just simply punching Ulfric. Lennox elbows Dane in the stomach, sending him back. Dane runs back in, but Lennox steps out of the way, sending Dane headfirst into the cage. Dane stumbles back, and is met with a Belly To Belly Suplex. Lennox gets back to his feet, and turns to where Saunders owns Ulfric.] Mike Weathers - Lennox just took out Dane... [Lennox comes running full tilt across the ring, but pulls up right behind Saunders. Micheal Winds up with a nice Haymaker and throws a punch...] __OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!__ Justin Hellock - Saunders ducked! [Ulfric holds his nose, as Lennox looks pretty apologetic. Ulfric gives Lennox a "what was that?" look, and Lennox shrugs. Lennox turns around but is levelled by Saunders. But Ulfric smashes Saunders in headfirst to the mat with a bulldog! Saunders covers] Mike Weathers - Everyone is going crazy here! We've just seen everyone more or less get taken out! Ulfric is basically the only one around... Justin Hellock - Not exactly, Mike... ONE! __WHAM__ [Ulfric is flattened from above as Dane comes flying in with a leg drop. Dane gets Ulfric to his feet, and throws him against the ropes, layering on him with punches. Saunders and Lennox slowly get up to their feet, and begin going at it in the corner.] Mike Weathers - Dane saved Saunders, and now once again all four men are beating the hell out of each other. [Dane whips Ulfric off the ropes, and goes for a big boot, but Ulfric ducks underneath, and runs up behind Dane.] Justin Hellock - THE EMBRACE! [Dane suddenly begins struggling from the Embrace, and Ulfric does a drop, sending Dane down to the mat face first. Ulfric tightens the hold, making Dane scream, but the only star refuses to tap.] Mike Weathers - Ulfric has the Embrace on! Dane is in trouble now! [Dane is in a bad way, and the ref is asking him if h