Silverhawk Finals

[AWA, AWO, OCW, WMW, and the WWA’s banners wave in the air.]

Shove me under you again
I can't wait for this to end
Sober, empty in the head
I know I can never win
Why should I have to wait
I'll just look the other way

[GES...Jon Smith...J.D. Hart...Doug Wynkoop...El Tormenta...Terrence Harris...Johnny Danger...Chris Addiction... All flash across the screen wearing shits from their respected regions.]

We left this land of shiny lights
I wish I may, I wish I might
When all these dreams have come to end
You wish you were, you're not my friend
I can see you suffocate
I can find no other way
Try to make you saturate
I can be your enemy
Why should I have to wait
I'll just look the other way

Flash...

Azreal

...Flash...

Chris Egerton

...Flash...

Terrance “Twister” Thompson

...Flash...

Vinny Mara

...Flash...

Johnny Rotten

... Flash...

Justice

Woah no

[From Logan to Joey Tesauro to Wendy Briese... Wendy Briese to Misty Xiao to Chris Saint, and it retired with Ace Carter. The retired WWA Cruiserweight title spins into view and fades out.]

You said you'd love
To see the end
The long hard road
That I have been
When all these dreams have come to end
You wish you were, you're not my friend
Blind eyes shine through

[Flash to “The Silverhawk” Drew Jacobs and finally the Silver Trophy.]

[DeMarco & Benner are at the announce table ready to call the action.]

Frankie DeMarco: Well tonight White Mountain Wrestling has the World's eyes upon us we host the Silverhawk Finals.

Michael Benner: That's correct the cream of cruiserweights from around the WWA are here tonight and the inaugral Drew Jacob's memorial trophy holder will be decided.

Frankie DeMarco: We have the best cruiswerweights from OCW, AWO & AWA here tonight along with some WMW talent in the form of El Tormenta, J.D. Hart & Jon Smith, we can only hope that with the crowd behind them the WMW guys will gte the business done.

Michael Benner: Going to be tough Frankie, looking down these names two stand out for me, Addiction & GES.

Frankie DeMarco: Where's your hometown spirit hombre.

Michael Benner: I'm just saying this isn't gonna be a cakewalk for the WMW guys.

Frankie DeMarco: Never said it would be. I'm just a WMW optimist!

Michael Benner: Don't forget for the second week in a row that the World Champion Shane Steele is competin here in the Mountains.

Frankie DeMarco: The guy squeaked past WMW's own Jimmy Riley last week, this week OCW's top performer Ryan Blasier is the challenger.

Michael Benner: And don't forget the two locked horns at the recent WWA PPV in Amsterdam, both men's first real exposure to the wider WWA audience and on that occasion it was Blasier who prevailed, will he do so tonight and will we have a new Champion?

Frankie DeMarco: We'll find out as the night progresses.

Michael Benner: Due to programming issue's with the TV company up here in the Mountain, three matches have been pre recorded, you'll see those right now. Along with some words from WMW's own El Tormenta.

Frankie DeMarco: Cocksucking TV company only giving us 90 minutes!

Wise words from the WMW's own Merrimack River Champion

"I have never been this focused in my life. I've always been like, 'Hey maybe I'll just take it easy, who cares anyway?' Now, I'm sitting here trying to actually figure out how to beat my opponents. Maybe it's the fact that I'm not a teenager anymore just trying to make money. I'm a twenty-one year old looking to make this my career."

[He sat in the middle of the night, wearing all black. From his t-shirt to his jean shorts, right down to the Reebok sneakers on his feet. His ass is parked on top of the TD Banknorth Garden, formerly the Fleet Center. He is over looking the two mile wide river that runs through the city called the Charles River. The only lights you can see are the reds and yellows located on the top of buildings and towers for planes to avoid.]

"I'm tired of being second place. Being number two has it's benefits, but being number one is all that much better. I have a chance to prove myself worthy of being that top guy with the Silverhawk tournament. Eight men walk into the BankNorth Garden tonight to prove who is the best. Out of all the men in the competition, I'm the best. It's a simple fact, as I've got the best momentum, I've got the best drive and I want it more than anyone else."

[Storm looks down to the ground.]

"Nobody else wants it more than me. Nobody else needs it more than me. Johnny Danger doesn't need it. He doesn't care about this thing, he just cares about his little cult thing he's got going on. Chris Addiction doesn't need to win it, he's already a star. What's a tournament win for him? Terrence Harris doesn't have to win it and if he did he wouldn't gain anything from it. Neither does Doug Wynkoop as he can just get his manager to push for his matches to be made."

[Storm looks back up and to the sky. In the distance, you can make out Logan International Airport by the water.]

"GES isn't going anywhere, he's not important. JD Hart has already started making waves in the tag team division. Jon Smith can be a contender whenever he wants to. But me, I need this. Nobody gives me the credit I deserve. Maybe it's because of who trained me to be a wrestler? Maybe someone just doesn't like me in the offices? If I want my respect and a fair shake at things, I need to win this tournament. And damnit, I will."

[Storm turns around and stands up on the roof.]

"It's time."

2nd round match: GES versus Jon Smith

[GES casually strolling around Jon as the bell rings and GES rests himself against the ropes and makes a yawn sound as Jon Smith looks over at him wondering what is going on. The ref telling GES to start the match as he doesn't move.. Jon moving in and GES pushes back on the ropes and slingshots himself across at Jon and nails him with a Diving Clothesline.. Smith hitting the matt hard but getting back in as GES puts his hands through his hair and smirks again at Jon charges in and hits GES with a left.. and then a right and backs him against the ropes.. Jon whipping him against the other side.. GES coming back for a spear.. Jon leaping over him and then dropkicks GES over the ropes in the back of the head..]

Benner: Well this match is starting off slow, but it is a good way to start off the first part of the finals tonight at Silverhawk!

DeMarco: It would be more exciting if I were in it...

Benner: You wouldn't last a minute in the ring with either of these men..

DeMarco: yeah I would..

Benner: Natasha Loomer could kick your ass!

[GES pulling himself back up as Jon slides out of the ring and grabs GES and goes to whip him into the steel steps but GES reverses and Smith goes crashing into them as the crowd makes that Oh so realistic.. Oooh sound. GES walks over to Jon as GES puts Smith against the ring post on the outside and runs at the steel steps and slingshots off them and dropkicks Jon Smith in the back making him hit that un forgetting Steel Pole..]

DeMarco: nice use of the ring attire there by GES.. and this is all perfectly.. legal..

Benner: Yeah Legal like your marriage to your sister!

[GES turns back as Jon is back up on his feet but dazed.. GES grabs Jon by the hair and rolls him back into the ring as GES climbs up to the top rope mouthing off at the Smith for a bit. Jon rolling around in the ring for a bit as GES jumps off for a 720 Splash.. but Smith rolls out of the way just in time.. Jon rolls GES over and goes for a quick cover..]

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KICK OUT!

DeMarco: GES looking to finish it off early but he's getting a little too confident in that ring...

Benner: Well GES maybe over confidant because he is fighting one of the top men from the mountain and could easily pull out the win.

[Jon looks over at the referee and picks GES up and nails him in the gut a couple of times he then whips GES against the ropes and as GES comes back Jon goes for a Super Kick.. but GES ducks underneath the leg and grabs his ankle.. Jon hopping around goes for a Enzuigiri on GES and clocks him in the side of the face.. GES hits the matt as Jon walks over to the top rope and climbs up..]

Benner: I don't mean to be bias or anything but.. GET UP GES!

DeMarco: That’s not bias?..

[GES getting up on his hands and knee's as Jon is up on the top rope waiting for GES to turn around.. but unexpectedly.. GES turns around runs straight at Jon.. Smith leaps off trying to take GES with a missile drop kick but misses and lands on his feet.. GES running straight at the ropes as He Springboards himself off the ropes and hits a Moonsault in mid air crashing into Jon.. both men are down..]

Benner: What a great move there by GES, changing his mind in mid flight in what move he wants to do..

DeMarco: That’s the mark of true talent right there..

[GES and Jon getting both up at the same time using the ropes to pull themselves up as they exchange blows to the chest, GES gets the better of Jon but quickly gets low blowed to immense boo's from the crowd. Jon grabbing GES who is holding himself and pulls him into the middle of the ring and hits him with a Double Underhook Face Driver.. ]

Benner: WHAT A MOVE!

DeMarco: It's not over till the Benner sings!

[Jon pointing to the top rope as some of the WMW fan's cheer.. GES looks KO'd in the middle of the ring as Jon climbs up to the top and points over at GES and goes for a Frog Splash. BUT GES MOVES!.. Jon hitting the matt as he holds his chest in pain and GES pulls himself up and rebounds off the ropes and hits a Shining Elbow Drop on Jon Smith.]

Benner: It looks like GES maybe advancing to the next part of the finals!

DeMarco: Maybe, Jon Smith could still beat him.

[GES clapping his hands to get the crowd going as he waits for Jon to get back up again. Smith slowly getting up to his feet, GES rebounding off the ropes and hitting Jon with a Running Bronco Buster. As the crowd goes nuts and he drags Jon into the middle of the ring. He stomps on him a bit and then walks over to the ropes casually and leaps up to the top..]

Benner: HERE IT COMES

DeMarco: BENNER SINGING THE SONG!

[Jon getting up to his feet slowly as he turns around GES dives off and flips nailing Jon Smith with a axe kick!]

1...

2...

3.!!!!

Benner: GES WINS! HE HIT HIM WITH FINAL DECISION! He could my pick to win this entire tournament, I’m pretty sure he can do it!

2nd round match: “The Luchadorible” J.D. Hart versus Doug Wynkoop

[Right Said Fred – I’m To Sexy plays. Strobe lights start flickering as the arena goes dark and the music starts to play. JD walks out from behind the curtain wearing a black vest and black pants.]

[JD starts dancing at the top of the ramp way as he strips away the black vest revealing the suspenders that are holding up his pants. He keeps on dancing as the music plays. JD walks down the ramp way stops and poses, holding both arms up and flexing. He then turns around and walks back up the ramp to where he took off his vest and poses some more. He starts walking back down the ramp way this time he unstraps the right side of his suspenders and then un straps the left one. He walks up the stairs and looks around at the fans that are having a mixed reaction to him. He starts dancing again while he enters the ring through the ropes. Still dancing he grabs the waistband of his pants and tears them away from his body revealing his wrestling attire. He begins to dance again to his music while he awaits the ring bell.]

[Doug and JD Hart circle each other in the ring measuring each other up. Hart breaks it, and brutally knocks Doug onto the ground. He tries delivering stomps but Doug just rolls to the outside. JD taunts Dough as Doug grabs his feet and pulls him to the outside.]

DeMarco: There he goes, make it an easier win for yourself!

[Hart is brought to his feet and then whipped into the steel stairs. He grabs his back in pain as the ref starts to count.]

[Doug grabs Hart’s head and smacks it into the ring post.]

[Doug rolls into the ring and back out it to stop the count.]

[Doug grabs Hart and tosses him into the ring, he climbs in himself but takes to the turnbuckle. He shows off to the crowd as he waits for JD to get to his feet, but before Doug notices Hart falls across the top rope causing Doug a world of pain.]

Benner: I don’t see Doug junior in the future that had to hurt really bad.

DeMarco: I’m sure Doug would be happy to show you that it does.

Benner: … Ill pass…..

[JD Hart moves towards Doug who dives off nailing an over castle neckbreaker and they both lay motionless on the mat and the ref begins to count.]

[Hart and Doug both jump to their feet.]

Benner: That was fast for them to get up.

[They stare at each other and lock up once again. JD Hart shoves Doug into the turnbuckle post.]

Benner: An obvious strength advantage for Hart.

DeMarco: Don’t count Doug Wynkoop out of this match just yet, a strength advantage doesn’t mean you always win.

Benner: Alls I said…

DeMarco: Who cares shut up!

[Wynkoop starts getting lashed with several forearms, Hart then whips Doug across the ring and he runs after him delivering a body avalanche crushing Doug. Hart shows off a bit as Doug gets to his feet, JD attempts a clothesline but Wynkoop nails him with a Savate Kick taking him down as Doug goes for the pin.]

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[KICK OUT!]

DeMarco: HOW DID HE KICK OUT?!

[He pulls JD to his feet and hits a perfect DDT. Doug rushes to the turnbuckle and climbs up it. He looks around and jumps off trying for a diving head butt but Hart moves. Doug grabs his face as Hart pulls him up and they tie up again.]

Benner: Here comes another tie up JD Hart as the advantage with strength and with Wynkoops face being hurt.

[Doug escapes the tie up and lock on a hammerlock. After holding it for sometime, Hart elbows him in the face. Doug once again grabs his face and gets nailed with a clothesline. Hart pulls him to his feet and whips Doug into the ropes who gets a boot to the face.]

Benner: JD Hart is trying to injure Wynkoops face, that wont keep somebody down.

DeMarco: So far nothing can keep Doug down!

[Hart pulls Doug to his feet he ties for the Falcon Slam, but Doug brings JD down with a face buster. Doug shakes his head a little bit to get feeling back in his face as he runs into the ropes and comes flying back to nail JD Hart in the face with a drop kick.]

DeMarco: NOW THAT HAD TO HURT!

[Doug goes for the cover.]

[Kick out]

[Wynkoop pulls Hart to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle and he runs towards him drilling his shoulder into JD’s stomach. Hart bends over to hold his stomach as Doug lifts his knee into JD’s jaw. His head snaps back and comes back down then Doug hits him with a swinging neckbreaker. Doug then hits a leg drop across JD’s neck, and he tries for the cover.]

[JD’s foot goes across the rope and Doug gets to his feet.]

Benner: Seems to me Hart just wont give up.

DeMarco: Oh he will! Doug Wynkoop is good, for sure but Hart is WMW.

Benner: Well see just wait and see…

[They tie up again but Doug wins this one whipping Hart into the ropes who comes flying back with a knee lift to Doug’s mid section. JD then nails him in the stomach with another knee lift and goes for a double underhook powerbomb and he nails it. He tries for another and nails it again and Hart goes for the cover.]

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DeMarco: DAMMIT DOUG KICKED OUT!!!!

[Frustration is seen in the face of JD Hart as he pulls Doug up to his feet and JD runs to the ropes and attempts a clothesline but Doug hits him with a perfect spine buster, and Doug locks him into an ankle lock!]

Benner: Doug going to do it!

DeMarco: Too close to the ropes

[JD’s face is full of pain as he pulls his weigh to the ropes.]

DeMarco: NO! Doug doesn’t let him come near the ropes!

[JD still struggling to the ropes but he makes it to them as the ref makes Doug break the hold. But he doesn’t stop there he pulls Hart out to the center of the ring and drags him to his feet. Doug attempts a pile driver but JD reverses it with a back body drop.]

Benner: I thought Wynkoop may have had this match.

[Doug gets to his feet before JD as his right leg is now hurting. Doug stares down at Hart as the crowd starts booing. JD then gets to his feet Wynkoop comes at Hart, but Hart blocks a right scoops Wynkoop up and plants him with a Sitting Full Nelson Slam.]

DeMarco: Out of nowhere!

Benner: AND JD HART ADVANCES FURTHER INTO THE SEMI FINALS!

2nd round match: El Tormenta versus Terrence Harris

["What You Know About That" by T.I. starts to play as Terence slowly walks out bobbin his head to the song. He has a cocky smile on his face as he walks towards the ring.]

Benner: Harris looking confident tonight.

DeMarco: This is his first match of the finals tonight!

[Terence sides in under the bottom rope and starts to go to each turnbuckle and climbs it. He poses with his hands open and arms raised in the air as if to "look how magnificent I am." The music slowly fades out as he waits for El Tormenta’s entrance.]

Natasha Loomer: The defending WMW Merrimack River Champion, from Cancun, Mexico... weighing in at eighty-four and eight-tenths kilograms, this is EEEEELLLLLLL TTTTOOORRRRMMMEEENNNTTTAAA!!!

[The lights dim as the sound of thunder rolls through the arena. A few seconds later, the lights flicker twice quickly, then dim again. Once more the thunder comes in again, twice as loud as before. One, two, three quick flashes of light hit the arena, before they lights come back on.]

["Don de Dios" by Cartel de Santa plays throughout the arena as the thunder continues rumbling in the background.]

[A man steps out into the aisle way. He wears navy blue trunks with a gray cloud and a lightning bolt on the front, navy blue boots with the same logo on them, and a navy mask with the logo on either side of the head. As he walks quickly down the aisle, he slaps hands with every fan he can reach.]

[El Tormenta hops up onto the apron. He turns to the crowd and raises both arms high in the air. Turning back around, he hops onto the second rope by the corner, then over the top rope. He lands on the inside on the middle rope, then moonsaults and lands on his feet. The crowd cheers as his music fades out.]

Benner: There¹s the bell and here we go .

DeMarco: This match will be awarded to the first person to get a pinfall or submission.

Benner: This should be a good match.

[Harris and El Tormenta circle the center of the ring. Tormenta makes the first move to break the deadlock. Harris ducks under the arm and delivers a wild hook to the jaw.]

DeMarco: Tormenta comes right back with a blow to Terrence’s head, and Harris is knocked back a few steps. He regains composure, but theres El Tormenta with a spear! Harris is flat on his back!

Benner: El Tormenta looks confident early on in this match.

DeMarco: El Tormenta with the early pin

[Harris kicks out with ease.]

DeMarco: Kick out from Terrence! Terrence is back on his feet and goes for an atomic drop on Tormenta, but Tormenta is back on his feet!

Benner: This match is all about who is advances.

DeMarco: Harris runs at El Tormenta and does an amazing flying head scissors, but El Tormenta gets back up and does a Queen-Arm Scissors on Scorpion.

Benner: Not in the least. Look, Harris is back up in three seconds.

[Terrence and El Tormenta begin to circle each other in the ring. Harris with an irish whip. El Tormenta on the rebound. Harris waits for the opening... SUPER KICK!!!]

DeMarco: Ouch.

[El Tormenta is decelerated. Harris lifts up El Tormenta by the hair and delivers a kick to the gut. Terrence propels himself into the ropes. ]

Benner: Terrence Harris with a running face crusher on El Tormenta!

[Harris tries for the pin.]

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2.............

[Kickout!]

Benner: Harris trying to become somebody here tonight.

DeMarco: I doubt it, El Tormenta is the man, and Harris tries for the pin!
1!

Benner: Kick out!

DeMarco: Quick pins, but I guess if you look at it one way they are exhausting each other. Theres a time limit on this thing remember.

[Both men are back on their feet. ]

Benner: El Tormenta with a kick to the back of Terrence’s head!

DeMarco: Terrence looks as if he were caught off guard.

Benner: El Tormenta is no slouch. He has some skills and Terrence Harris better pay attention to him.

[El Tormenta hits a snap suplex on Terrence, and follows it up with a leg drop across his chest. ]

DeMarco: El Tormenta is back in control

[Harris struggles to get onto his feet.]

Benner: El Tormenta gets behind Harris and nails a choke drop!

DeMarco: That has to hurt

Benner: El Tormenta with a pin.

DeMarco: But Harris kicks out!

Benner: But Terrence won’t give up that easy, he used to fight wars in the BWA.

DeMarco: No. Look, theres El Tormenta with a drop toe hold on Harris, sending his face right to the mat.

[El Tormenta picks up Terrence, and plants him with a single arm DDT!]

Benner: El Tormenta has been impressive to say the least.

DeMarco: El Tormenta with another pin attempt

Benner: Kick out.

[Harris jumps and stands up and hits a roundhouse dropkick on El Tormenta!]

DeMarco: Harris just destroyed El Tormenta with that kick and what a way to catch his breath and perhaps take over this match.

Benner: Yeah but now the White Mountain Wrestling star isn't moving.

[Terrence points to the turnbuckle.]

DeMarco: He¹s going up top! Terrence points at Tormenta and takes off with a spectacular diving moonsault!

Benner: HERE HE GOES!!

DeMarco: Right on the chest of El Tormenta! This could be it right here if he goes for the pin!

[Terrence falls on top of Tormenta.]

Benner: Finally, a hook of the leg!

DeMarco: TORMENTA KICKS OUT!

Benner: HOW?

[Harris drags him up and does a arm drag takeover into a Fujiwara Armbar. Harris going for that shoulder...]

DeMarco: And he's locking it in hard! The ref's going over to check...El Tormenta is fighting it! He's not tapping! Trying to get to the ropes but Harris just drags him back to the center of the ring!

Benner: El Tormenta is in a bad place.

[Terrence is lifting him up for a shoulder breaker. He's got Tormenta in a bad way, and he's going for a crossface...I think he's trying to cripple El Tormenta.]

DeMarco: So much for your theory on saving it up for this match. Terrence has been in total control. Harris cinching it in, and El Tormenta on the verge of getting the ropes! He makes the ropes! The ref is trying everything he can to pry Harris off!

[The ref begins to count for Terrence to release the hold. ]

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR—

Benner: Finally, Harris breaks the hold

[Terrence gets on his feet and starts edging on the crowd. ]

DeMarco: El Tormenta has his second wind, and simple foot sweep to Harris...

[El Tormenta gets Harris to his feet, and backs him into the ropes. Irish whip across the ring and Terrence STOPS HIMSELF and gestures at Tormenta to bring it on, sweat dripping from his hand.]

Benner: And I think Harris just told El Tormenta that he's number one with that middle finger... AND EL TORMENTA RIPPED HIS HEAD OFF WITH THAT CLOTHESLINE!

DeMarco: Didn't just rip his head off -- it just sent him over the ropes to the OUTSIDE! BRING HIM OVER HERE AGAIN!

Benner: WHOOO!!!

[Harris landed awkwardly on his back.]

DeMarco: He's hurt.

[El Tormenta stalks over the injured Terrence like a hawk. He lifts up Harris and connects with a Tornado DDT. He goes for the pin. ]

Benner: Terrence has still not moved.

NO!

KICKOUT!!!!

DeMarco: Harris showing the never give up attitude that he has always had in his career here.

[El Tormenta lifts up Harris and whips him into the turnbuckle. El Tormenta on the run....]

Benner: HOLY SH.......

SCORPIAN SPLASH

DeMarco: El Tormenta nailed him!

[Harris falls limply. El Tormenta climbs the turnbuckle.]

Benner: This match should be stopped.

DeMarco: Something is seriously wrong with Terrence.

[El Tormenta from the top.......]

Benner: Here we go!

TOOOOOP ROOOOOOOOOOOPE DOUBLE FOT STOMP

DeMarco: HUGE IMPACT! On the abdoman area!

[El Tormenta makes the cover. ]

Benner: EL TORMENTA ADVANCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2nd round match: Johnny Danger versus “The Playmaker” Christopher Addiction

Michael Benner: Well it's our first live action match of the night and I can't wait.

Frankie DeMarco: Yeah, Addiction v/s Danger. Let's get it on!

To 'Snake has no Head' by Corrosion of Comformity the mysterious Addiction entered the proceedings with Natasha Loomer introcuing him to the fans. Addcition got a nuted response from the WMW fans. Alongside the AWO star was a young woman dressed provocatively.

Danger entered, but having not supplied the staff with music did so in silence except for the expectant fans about. Again Loomer read out his vitals as he walked to the ring.

Frankie DeMarco: What kind guy comes to a tournament without his music?

Michael Benner: I don't know, maybe he forgot.

Frankie DeMarco: We should have played something by Gwen Stefani as he walked out, next time he'd remember.

Addiction dominated the match, taking it to Danger from the off with several forearms and a headbut. Addiction used facelock variations throughout to trap his opponent before delivering a series of high impact moves, a Vertical Suplex and a Backbreaker followed by a sit out move that dumps Danger on the canvas after connecting with Addictions shoulder on the fall.

"Broke back Mountain" enthused Benner. "Gay Cowboy Flick" a confused DeMarco responded, "No that's what Addiction calls that combo" Benner educated. "Oh" was all DaMarco cared to mutter.

Addiction applied a Camel Clutch into a Sumie Siaki Hall Pull until the referee's count reached five. Cross Face Forearms followed until again the referee called a halt to Addictions attack, this time physically. "This dude is mean." DeMarco stated.

Danger briefly rallies, blocking an attempted Northern Lights Suplex, when he was destined for the turnbuckle as he came down. Danger hit a flurry of quick and varied suplexes before a Michinoku Driver earned him a pinfall for a count of 1 and 3/4's. Danger missed with a Yakuza Kick, Addiction caught him off guard with a _STIFF_ superkick.

"Man Danger is in Danger now chuckled DeMarco. "You catch his radio interview?" asked Benner. "Yeah a forth wheel in a misinformed group, I mean Danny Dodge isn't English" wondered DeMarco, "And even though he's not exactly been hands on, WWA legal eagle Honey Challenor who's been helping the running the place until Dodge returns is from Manhattan" Benner confirmed. "When is Dodge due back?" asked DeMrco. "He aint away just staying away from TV" explained Benner.

After all that Addiction was well and truly in control, though failed to get the crowd behind him. A couple of forearms started the momentum, then a headbutt. A fluid swinging neckbreaker/Cradle swinging neckbreaker combo, earned Addiction a count of 2. Finally a Modified Sit-out Butterfly Driver ended Johnny Dangers night as Addiction was able to pin and progress.

[Winner: Chris Addiction, 4.45. Pinfall following Addiction Kills]

Michael Benner: Addiction meets El Tormenta in the Semi Finals

Frankie DeMarco: And Danger disappears into never will be ambiguity

Semi Final: GES versus “The Luchadorible” J.D.

Michael Benner: The first Semi Final next it’s JD Hart v/s GES!

Frankie Demarco: Hart’s worked his socks off to get this far but will this be a bridge too far for the WMW tag specialist?

Michael Benner: Let’s hope not.

Natasha Loomer: This semi final Silverhawk match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from The Sunset Strip weighing in at 220 lbs.. “Luchadorible” Jay Dee HAAAAAAARRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!

[Right Said Fred – I’m To Sexy, begins to play.)

(Strobe lights start flickering as the arena goes dark and the music starts to play.)

(JD walks out from behind the curtain wearing a black vest and black pants.)

(JD starts dancing at the top of the ramp way as he strips away the black vest revealing the suspenders that are holding up his pants. He keeps on dancing as the music plays.)

(JD walks down the ramp way stops and poses, holding both arms up and flexing. He then turns around and walks back up the ramp to where he took off his vest and poses some more.)

(He starts walking back down the ramp way this time he un straps the right side of his suspenders and then un straps the left one.)

(He walks up the stairs and looks around at the fans that are having a mixed reaction to him. He starts dancing again while he enters the ring through the ropes. Still dancing he grabs the waist band of his pants and tears them away from his body revealing his wrestling attire. He begins to dance again to his music while he awaits the ring bell.)

Michael Benner: Certainly looks relaxed no sign of nerves form the former WMW Tag Champion.

Frankie Demarco: Not too overconfident I hope.

Natasha Loomer: And his opponent weighing is at 225 lbs GENETICALLY ENGINEERED SOLLLDDIIIIEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

["Time" by Joe Satriani plays as GES makes his way to the ring with Natasha & Samantha Morrow in toe, he ignores the crowd and enters the ring.]

Michael Benner: This guy’s all business.

Frankie Demarco: All business and no personality that’s for sure.

*Ding, Ding*

[The two circle.]

Michael Benner: Business wins wrestling matches personality doesn't.

Frankie Demarco: Personality sells more shirts and fills your wallet.

[GES charges in Hart ducks the running clothesline from GES. Hart grabs GES around his waist going for a German Suplex, GES gets his leg hooked around Hart’s and Hart can’t Suplex him. GES throws a right elbow into the right eye socket of Hart who releases the hold. GES traps both of Hart’s arms behind him; he lifts him up in the air holding on to a double Chicken Wing Stretch. GES tosses Hart face first into the corner, he bounces out and GES traps both of his arms behind Hart again and hits a neck cracking double arm Chicken Wing Suplex.]

Michael Benner: Big time early move there by GES.

Frankie Demarco: Yeah there's a time limit so we'll skip the feeling out period.

[GES in with a couple of stomps until Hart rolls to the ropes, referee calls GES off. GES backs off as Hart gets back to his feet. GES looking to re-seize the advantage gets stopped in his tracks by a Back Flip drop kick that staggers him but GES doesn't go down, instead this merely seems to fire GES up as when Hart begins to get back up GES Kakuza kicks him in the face.]

Michael Benner: Whoah! GES certainly connected right there.

Frankie Demarco: You don't need to tell me that Hart seeing stars!

[GES looks to apply a sleeper hold but Hart battles his way out with a couple of elbows to the ribs, GES releases what little he had of the hold applied, Hart with a stiff elbow to the kisser staggers GES. Hart quickly hooks GES's head and plants him with a DDT. Hart back to his feet stomps GES some more before hauling GES back to his feet, scoops him up and hits a Body Slam. GES gets a few more stomps for good measure from Hart before GES is pulled back to his feet. Hart locks on a Full Nelson before lifting and slamming GES hard.]

Michael Benner: Hart quickly make into the match and on the offensive with a mean looking Full Nelson right there.

[Hart from the second turnbuckle lands with a Fist Drop. Hart back to his feet bounces off the ropes, dances like he's in a strip club thrusting his pelvis and delivers a Leg Drop, across the face of GES.]

[POP!]

Frankie Demarco: WMW fans appreciate that!

Michael Benner: Cover.

[..1..]

Frankie Demarco: GES kicks out.

[Hart pulls GES back to his feet and whips him to the ropes, GES rebounds into a Back Body Drop that elevates the OCW competitor high in the air. GES is tugged quickly back to his feet by Hart who drives GES back against the turnbuckle and drives his shoulder into the gut of GES several times, Hart then delivers a couple of stiff rights to the chin before whipping GES across the ring, GES connects hard with the opposite turnbuckle, Hart on the charge following up nails GES with a clothesline against the turnbuckle.]

Michael Benner: J.D. Hart upping the tempo here.

[GES slumps to the canvas, Hart delivers a stomp to the head then another before backing off.]

Frankie Demarco: In coming.

[Hart delivers a baseball slide right to well you know where.]

[Pop!]

Michael Benner: That's Gotta Sting.

[Referee admonishes Hart for his effort, Hart nods, clutches his own crotch area and plays up to the fans who respond. On the outside the Morrow's are remonstrating with the referee.]

Frankie Demarco: Well it's certainly enraged the Morrow girls.

[Hart pulls GES back to his feet and hits a Butterfly Suplex, Hart back to his feet quickly starts to bring GES up with him but GES drives a couple of fists into the guts and ribs stunning Hart, GES with a chop staggers Hart. Hart looks for a kick to the ribs, but GES catches it. Hart hops then delivers an Enzugiri to the back of GES's head.]

[Pop!]

Michael Benner: JD Hart after some early success by GES has really dominated this encountering.

[JD Hart goes upstairs.]

Frankie Demarco: Dominence means nothing without a result.

[As GES begins to get up Hart leaps...

..Dropkick to the head of GES sends GES over.]

Michael Benner: That could do it.

[..ONE..]

[..TWO..]

Frankie Demarco: Shoulder up!

[Hart pulls GEs back to his feet and whips him to the ropes, GES rebounds into a knee to the chest area that sends GES down. Hart quickly hits an elbow drop to the kisser, rolls back up bringing GES with him and hit's a swinging double arm DDT. Hart rolls back up again and leaps to the top rope.]

Michael Benner: Hart looking for some more impact off that top turnbuckle.

[Hart form the top leaps...]

*Gasp*

Frankie Demarco: 450 Splash!

[...GES gets his knee's up!]

*Ohhhhhhhh*

Michael Benner: This time though high risk didn't pay dividends!

[Harts clutching his abdomen in agony, GES slowly gets back to his feet pulls Hart up with him. Fisherman’s Suplex with a bridge.]

Frankie Demarco: Don’t tell me GES is gonna steal this.

[..One..]

[..tWo..]

[..Thaaaaarrrrreeeeeeeeeeee..]

*Ding, Ding*

Michael Benner: Stolen, officially.

Natasha Loomer: The winner of this Semi Final and advancing to the final GENETICALLY ENGINEERED SOLLLDDIIIIEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

[GES is assisted out the ring and up the ramp by the Morrow’s as JD Hart is crestfallen as he leaves.]

Frankie Demarco: Hart had made all the running in this match then out of nowhere one mistake and GES capitalized.

Michael Benner: Gutted for the WMW tag specialists.

Semi Final: El Tormenta versus “The Playmaker” Christopher Addiction

Michael Benner: It’s time for the second semi-final, and I’m hearing something worrying on the radio from backstage.

Frankie DeMarco: What’s that?

Michael Benner: Apparently it’s seems as though Chris Addiction didn’t realize he had more than one match tonight, he was almost out of the arena when security stopped him.

Frankie DeMarco: So he thinks he needs to win the first round match and the first round match only to have done a good nights work here?

Michael Benner: Seemingly.

Frankie DeMarco: Dumb ass.

Michael Benner: Thankfully our security were able to

Frankie DeMarco: Should have let him walk that way we’d be guaranteed a WMW guy in the final and El Tormenta would be fresh as a daisy compared to Hart.

Michael Benner: You don’t seem to have a great deal of faith in El Tormenta judging by those comments.

Frankie DeMarco: Yes I do. But with Hart going out to GES after an awesome effort from the tag team specialist WMW need a guy in the final, someone the fans of the Mountain can get behind.

Michael Benner: Well if Addiction thought he only had one match tonight it stands a chance he won’t have the WMW's Merrimack River Champion scouted so I'd say it's advantage Ryan Storm, already.

Frankie DeMarco: We'll see, sometimes from adversity comes inspiration.

Natasha Loomer: Ladies and Gentlemen the next match is scheduled for one fall and in the second semi final in the Silverhawk Cruiserweight Tournament the winner will face GES later to night to be crowned champion.

[POP!]

Natasha Loomer: Introducing first "The Playmaker" CHRIS ADDDDIIIICCCTTTIIIOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!

[Cue: 'Snake has no Head' by Corrosion of Comformity]

[After the dreary, dreadful opening beats, the athlete formerly known as Bones shows his face for the first time in a long time.]

[He makes his way down the aisleway, wearing a pair of simple, black knee-length basketball shorts with a small, white skull and crossbones emblem placed near the end seam on the left leg. A knee brace on his right knee. A pair of simple, red kneepads and a pair of black/red high top Adidas Pretero wrestling sneakers. On his torso, that old, black hooded sweatshirt with 'BASTARD' in big, bold, yellow lettering, with the hood pulled to, like a warning or something...]

[Or, maybe like a superhero's logo...or something.]

[At his side, the enticing, yet a bit intimidating Abigail Six. She wears a pair of tattered, distressed, acid-washed blue jeans and a black 'wife beater' tank top with the following, emblazoned in 'glitterting' silver block font: BONES IS GONNA KILL YOU.]

[One hell of a warning, I'd say...and it's topped off with a pair of shit-kicking, I'm a badass, black boots.]

[As the two make their way to ringside, Abby gives a fierce eye to a heckler that wants to see her tits and The Playmaker stares at the ring before him from underneath his shroud.]

[At ringside, the two enter the squared circle and take their position at the far corner. Christopher removes his hoodie, revealing the massive amounts of inkage and the ladies swoon...They like the mysterious, I guess.]

[Game on.]

Frankie DeMarco: Certainly the mysterious and troubled competitor.

Michael Benner: Yeah, somewhat of an enigmatic performer.

Natasha Loomer: The second competitor from Cancun, Mexico... weighing in at eighty-four and eight-tenths kilograms, this is EEEEELLLLLLL TTTTOOORRRRMMMEEENNNTTTAAA!!!

["Don de Dios" by Cartel de Santa plays throughout the arena as the thunder continues rumbling in the background.]

Frankie DeMarco: Tormenta certainly has the crowd behind him here tonight.

Michael Benner: Understandable he's one of their own and we saw how focused he was earlier tonight, claiming that he needed a win in this tournament more than any of the other guys.

*Ding, Ding*

[Tormenta circles the lankier, larger Addiction, Tormenta looks for the tie up but only gets a face full of heavy Addiction forearms, Tormenta stunned gets caught by a European Uppercut and then a head but, which sends him down, Addiction comes in but Tormenta is quick as a cat and takes Addiction over with a drop toe hold, Tormenta attempts to apply a knee bar but Addiction is quickly to the ropes, referee calls for the break and gets it.]

Michael Benner: Early show of aggression from Addiction, quickly neutered by the wily speed Tormenta.

[Addiction pulls himself back to a vertical base, Tormenta backing off allows him to do so. Tormenta circles Addiction, but this time doesn't come in for the tie up, Addiction attempts to back Tormenta into a corner, but Tormenta ducks out of the way.]

Frankie DeMarco: Well Tormenta is certainly more edgy about making the same mistake he did just a few moments ago.

Michael Benner: Who can blame him. I guess he's just trying to buy some time to see how to gain an advantage here.

[Addiction frustrated calls Tormenta to tie up, Tormenta continues his circular motion around the perimeter of the ring.]

Frankie DeMarco: Interesting psychology going on here, Addiction wants a full on fight, Tormenta doesn't.

Michael Benner: Well Tormenta is outweighed by some 35 lbs and Addiction wasn't exactly gentlemanly at the start of this match.

[Addiction finally charges in but Tormenta ducks out of the way and delivers a spinning kick to the back of Addiction, Addiction stunned, Tormenta quickly hits a Double Knee Backbreaker.]

Frankie DeMarco: LUNGBLOWER!

[POP!]

Michael Benner: Out of nowhere

[..One..]

Frankie DeMarco: Shoulder up!

[Tormenta is quickly back to his feet stomping Addiction, Tormenta pulls Addiction back up , whips Addiction to the ropes, Addiction off the ropes into a Japanese Armdrag, both men rise Addiction comes after Tormenta, gets taken over with another Armdrag the two rise again, Tormenta lands with a dropkick to the face that sends Addiction teetering backwards over the top rope.]

Michael Benner: That Lungblower certainly got Tormenta going in the cagey opening to this match, and he's managed to send Addiction to the outside.

Frankie DeMarco: Remember that this match has a 20 minute time limit these guys can't hand around.

[Addiction on the outside is assisted back to his feet by the slutty looking Abigail Six, Tormenta looks to follow Addiction to the outside but gets ordered not to by the referee, Tormenta paces like a caged tiger awaiting Addictions return to the ring.]

Michael Benner: Whaddya make of this young woman who's ringside with Addiction?

Frankie DeMarco: I'd do it, but I'm not fussy.

[Addiction slides back in carefully, referee not allowing Tormenta to attack while Addiction enters. The two circle again, this time Addiction shapes to tie up Tormenta does so, some pushing a shoving before Addiction delivers a couple of knee's the first lands in Tormenta's gut the second the chin.]

Michael Benner: Thai clinch there by Addiction.

[Addiction locks on a Front face lock and quickly hits a Gutbuster, Addiction ceases further control, lifting Tormenta up with kneeling Firemans carry before dropping Tormenta over his knee. Addiction pulls Tormenta up an puts him in a double underhook position, Tormeta escapes grabbing the ankles of Addiction and taking him off his feet with a double leg pick up, Tormenta dumps Addiction on the canvas and follows up with several stomps to the face and chest.]

Frankie DeMarco: Addiction seemed to be grabbing control right there but Tormenta escaped.

Michael Benner: Addiction perhaps wary of the time limit on this match attempting to run before he can walk I'd say.

[Tormenta's stomp fest continues until he draw Addiction back to a vertical base, Tormenta with a boot to the gut hit's Addiction with a Single Arm DDT.

Frankie DeMarco: Addiction's forehead meets canvas hard.

[Tormenta quickly back up, bounces off the bottom rope and lands with a Springboard Guillotine Legdrop across the face of Addiction.]

Michael Benner: Second pin attempt by Tormenta.

[..One..]

Frankie DeMarco: Addiction kicks out.

[Tormenta is back up quickly tugging Addiction with him, Tormenta looks for an irish whip but it's reversed, Tormenta rebounds off the ropes and connects with a Flyin Cross Body block sending Addiction down.]

Michael Benner: Both men having really difficulty asserting themselves on this match, Tormenta's having to hit and run due to the style of his opponent but that's meant that Addiction has been completely unable to assert himself on this match.

[Tormenta back to his feet delvers a stomp to Addiction before pulling Addiction back to his feet, Tormenta looks for a Snap Suplex, but Addiction blocks it and jabs a _STIFF_ thumb into the eye of Tormenta, Tormenta grabs at his face, the referee on the blindside can only guess what happens Addiction shrugs off the question and nails Tormenta with a stinging knife edge chop that staggers Tormenta before Addiction applies and standing Armbar.]

Frankie DeMarco: How did the referee not see that El Tormenta's eye possibly popped out of his ass Addiction's thumb went sooo deep into the socket.

[From the standing position Armbar still applied Addiction forces Tormenta down to the canvas.]

Michael Benner: Addictions body and head were in between the referee and the eye that got jabbed.

[Tormenta looks for a way out of the armbar but can't find one, eventually he slaps the arm trying to keeping the blood flowing. Addiction releases and quickly nails a sharp kick to the ribs, Tormenta is drawn back to his feet as Addiction goes into suplexathon mode the first is a Snap.]

Frankie DeMarco: After that cheap shot the guy from controversy central is beginning to take control.

[Second a stalling Vertical, dropping Tormenta across his knee.]

Michael Benner: High impact low risk move like all that Addiction has used tonight.

[The third and final a Belly-to-belly version.]

[Suplexathon POP!]

Frankie DeMarco: Tormenta certainly has had the wind knocked out of him.

[Addiction covers.]

[..1..]

[..2..]

Michael Benner: El Tormenta kicks out.

[Addiction hauls Tormenta back to his feet a kick is driven into the gut of Tormenta stooping him over, Tormenta's head is stuff in between the legs of Addiction, Tormenta looks for the double leg pick up but gets a couple of axelhandle smash to the back, for a moment Tormenta looks like he's getting a back body drop but another axehandle puts paid to that. Addiction lifts Tormenta up, while elevated Tormenta's lags lock around the neck of Addiction and from nowhere takes Addiction over with a Hurricanrana.]

[POP!]

Frankie DeMarco: El Tormenta can hit a Hurricanrana form just about any position!

[Addiction back to his feet un composed, Tormenta back to his more so. Addiction swings but gets flung over with a Dragon screw arm whip.]

Michael Benner: You can say that again, Addiction looking for the double underhook backbreaker for the second time in this match but Tormenta counters for the second time this match.

[Addiction rises only to get a Dropkick to the kisser tha sends him to the corner. Storm follows in with a couple of rights to the pecker then Monkey Flips Addiction across the ring.]

[POP!]

[Tormenta scampers to the tope rope, leaps...

..Double Stomp to the gut.]

[POP!]

Frankie DeMarco: We've seen this many times in the Mountains!

[Addiction is hauled up whipped to the turnbuckle, Tormenta follows in.]

Michael Benner: Scorpion Splash to the corner!

[Addiction staggers out.]

Frankie DeMarco: Triturador De las Vértebras

Michael Benner: I love it when you say that.

[It's a Vertebreaker, for you guys from outside the Mountain.]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..3..]

*Ding, Ding*

Natasha Loomer: Your winner WMW's own.... EEEEELLLLLLL TTTTOOORRRRMMMEEENNNTTTAAA!!!

[Tormenta salutes the fans, as Addiction rolls form the ring looking utterly unimpressed with life.]

Michael Benner: So despite your fears we will have a WMW guy in the final.

[Tormenta pops down and follows Addiction up the ramp, a safe distance behind the Playmaker and his valet.]

Frankie DeMarco: I always had faith.

Michael Benner: So it's GES versus Tormenta in the final of the Silverhawk tournament who’d you put your mortgage on?

Frankie DeMarco: Neither I'm not that much of a betting man, but I'll put your mortgage on it being a hell of a match.

Michael Benner: Haha, I bet you would.

Frankie DeMarco: Seriously I'm gonna have to sit on the fence I'd like to see Tormenta take it but GES is a machine.

Michael Benner: Well up next it's the WWA World Heavyweight Championship match. Shane Steele versus Ryan Blasier.

Frankie DeMarco: Steele took the title from WMW legend Dark Wolf and beat WMW's Jimmy Riley just last week but I'd say Blasier is a different proposition to both.

Michael Benner: Exactly and the guy will stop at nothing to get that title.

Brother Wright's break in proceedings

Michael Benner: As the guys that made it through to the next round ready themselves for the Semi's we have a 'fun' sgement here in the Fleet Centre, brought to you by Brother Wright!.

Frankie DeMarco: I believe that this could burst bloode vessel's people.

[Fuel hits the speakers and the crowd erupts.]

[Largest pop for Brother Wright ever.]

Natasha Loomer: And now, it’s time for The Mountains Wet T-shirt and G-String Competition. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the host…Brrrroooothherrrrr Wrrrrright!

[Wright comes to the ring dawning a black Tuxedo. He’s sharply dressed and his hair gelled down with his bangs tipped upward. His wide smile and man-strut shows he’s ready to dish out some entertainment.]

Michael Benner: Oh boy, I’ve been waiting for this. I think I’m starting to like this kid.

Frankie DeMarco: Yes! Yes! Yes! Man, I think I might need a little privacy for this segment.

Michael Benner: Let’s go to the ring.

[The crowd is electric in anticipation of the girls about to come out]

Brother Wright: (smiling) Hello Boston! Are you ready?

[HUUUUUGEEEE ERUPTION!!!]

The ring contains ten buckets, red in color and each containing about a gallon of water. They are placed in the corner of the ring, white towels are dripped across the top ring ropes.

Brother Wright: Okay, without further ado, let me introduce to you the five female competitors.

[Some cheesy porn music hits and the ladies begin strutting out to the ring wearing white T-shirts with WMW across the, uhh, chest region. The g-strings are pink with The Mountain printed in small letters down the front of them.]

Brother Wright: The first lady is Maria, she’s five-foot-four and has measurements of—well, the only important measurement is the 38C chest.

[Crowd is going nuts, men are whistling, flashbulbs are popping, women are blushing, and children are “off to the restroom.”]

Brother Wright: Next is Silvia. Silvia is six-foot-two and is an ample 42D.

Frankie DeMarco: Beeeeaaast!

Michael Benner: Hey man, be nice.

Frankie DeMarco: I am—wow those are nice.

[Silvia is a beautiful white female, whose tall curvy features certainly don’t distract from her long legs.]

Brother Wright: Come on down ladies. (Wright is sitting on the middle rope separating it to allow the girls to enter the ring.) The next contestant is Brandy. A succulent lady who hails from…Boston Massachusetts.

[Crowd goes nuts for the hometown girl.]

Brother Wright: Brandy is five-ten and loves learning about her African heritage.

[One word: Smokin!]

Brother Wright: Our fourth pearl is Monica from England. She is a beauty folks, just look at those juggs. (moaning) I tell you what; we may have an automatic winner right here.

[Monica is a devilish looking blonde. She stands five-foot-ten and has perky 36Cs sprouting from her t-shirt. Her blue eyes sparkle and as she enters the ring gives Wright a little kiss on the cheek.]

Brother Wright: Easy now, no persuading the host. Besides, I have to stand up in a minute too.

[The crowd laughs a little, but most are busy taking pictures and starring.]

[The music stops.]

Brother Wright: (looking towards the camera and glancing at the ringside crew members) Uhh, we have one more contestant. Oh wait, I’m sorry to inform you…Heatwave couldn’t make it tonight. As much as he wanted to show his G-string he was to worried most of you might see him for who he really is.

[The music starts up again.]

Brother Wright: And finally, somebody very recognizable…somebody who you love to look at. (pause, Wright looks ringside) Natasha Loooooooooooooooooomer!

[The crowd goes nuts as they cheer and whistle for their beloved WMW ring announcer.]

Brother Wright: Okay, let’s not waste any time. Ladies, stand in a row please.

[Brother Wright goes down the row, dumping buckets of water on each contest. First with Monica…]

Brother Wright: (moaning) Man those are nice!

[Crowd cheers.]

[He continues down the row to Silvia, Brandy, Monica…teases a little with Natasha and then soaks her.]

Brother: You guys lovin’ this? (pause for cheers) You should see the view up close. These things are (in a higher voice now) Perky!

[Flashbulbs aren’t stopping in the crowd; cat-whistles come from all around. Even a fan tries to run into the ring but is stopped by Mountain Security.]

Brother Wright: Okay girls, turn around, strut yourself around the ring and we’ll begin the judging. Let’s start with Maria.

[A respectable chant from the crowd.]

Brother Wright: How about Sillllvia?

[Basically no response. A little whistles and cheers from spots.]

Brother Wright: (laughing) Okay, okay! Let’s give it up for, oh yeah, Brandy!

[Enormous eruption, we certainly have a clear leader now—it’ll be hard to top!]

Brother Wright: Wow! That was good. (winks at Brandy) Okay, let’s move on to Monicaaaaaa!

[Another mild response, near the bottom.]

Brother Wright: Hmm, she was one of my favorites. Okay, our last one—our dearest ring announcer…Natasha!

[Ohhhs and Ahhhs come across the Boston crowd. A good cheer probably for second place though.]

Brother Wright: Ok—we have a WINNNNNNNEEEERRRRRR! Give it up for BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAANNNNDDDDDYYYYY!!!!

[The crowd cheers loudly again, taking more pictures and whistling even louder.]

Brother Wright: Thanks for participating folks---hang in their…more Silverhawk wrestling is coming up!

[Wright & ensamble leave.]

Michael Benner: Well it's time for the fist semi final now, GES who desposed of one WMW wrestler in the first round faces another here.

Frankie DeMarco: Yeah this genetically engineered goon is ruining chances of a WMW victory.

WWA Title Match: Ryan Blasier versus Shane Steele (c)

This was it. The biggest match of the evening, here for a very specific purpose.

Some said the world champion was a lame duck. Some said that he had no credible challengers.

So, two set out to prove all of them wrong.

Shane, the Real Deal, Steele. Ryan Blasier, the man who needs no introduction. The first match between the two had shocked an Amsterdamish crowd, and the second looked to do exactly the same.

Drums hit the speakers, a clash of cymbals as the heavy drumbeat and guitar riff began to echo out over the arena. To many of these fans, the challenger was indeed their hero. And so, they began to chant his name, loudly, slowly.

With Dave Grohl doing his best to sing the praises of his hero, the house lights turned, focusing on the entryway, pinioning it with a brilliant light.

<I>There goes my hero…</I>

And here came that hero. The curtains were thrown apart, the dazzling light blinding the challenger for just the briefest of moments. Something was thrown up high, to block the light from shining directly in his eyes- The Texas Heritage title, the OCW’s highest honor. The lights dimmed some, as the song blared over the house stereo.

Blasier grinned, the title belt representing all that was right with the world, in the mind of a certain challenger for a certain world title. His left hand came down as the right held the title up high, gesturing across his waist. The cameraman slunk in close, to get a shot of Blasier’s face.

“Two, baby! Gonna be two!” A wide, sparkling grin, as Blasier headed down toward the ring, that title belt held up high.

Slipping under the bottom rope, Blasier came quickly to his feet, throwing the Heritage title skyward, the light glinting off the golden faceplate. Climbing to the top of the closest turnbuckle, Blasier hoisted the title up high, grinning widely into the flash of the cameras.

The belt was handed over to the ref, and Blasier tugged his t-shirt up and off, whipping it into the crowd with a quick motion, as a souvenir for some lucky fan. Eyes slowly turned to the entryway.

It was time for the Champ.

A dark figure steps out onto the ramp, dressed in a black floor length duster and black cowboy hat. He stands on the ramp, parting the duster with both hands and showing off the WWA Title belt, which shines in the flashes of the cameras going off all around him. A five o’clock shadow covers his face and his long blond hair, bound in a ponytail, is stark contrast to the dark clothing he’s wearing. He turns his head to the left, and emerging from the curtain is his sister, Sara Williams, who is dressed in black leather pants, high heels, and a sleeveless black top. He offers his arm, and the brother and sister make their way to the ring.

Steele clenches his taped fists as he makes his way to the ringside area, taking his time, building the tension. After escorting Sara to her ringside seat, he climbs the steps onto the apron, shooting Ryan Blasier a nasty look. Steele is ready for a fight, and he pounds his right fist into his open left hand, and points at Blasier, before entering the ring.

Michael Benner: And the Alliance World Champion returns to White Mountain Wrestling, fresh off a victory over Jimmy Riley!

Frankie DeMarco: Riley was a walk in the park compared to his opponent tonight! The last time these two faced off, it was Steele who ended up with his shoulders to the mat!

Michael Benner: Tonight, Ryan Blasier has no outside help! It’ll be one on one, and if my memory serves me, Blasier couldn’t put Steele away without help! Either way, it’s going to be one hell of a match!

Frankie DeMarco: Look at those two! Neither man is moving! They’re not even blinking!

Steele steps through the ropes into the ring, and walks right up into Blasier’s face. They stand literally inches from each other and trade words before the referee pushes them apart. As the referee checks Blasier for foreign objects, Steele removes the hat first, and then the duster, which puts the title in clear view. Steele smiles at Blasier as he removes the belt, and hands it to the referee. Blasier breaks eye contact with the belt, and looks over at Sara, sitting at ringside. He smiles at her, blows her a kiss, and Shane slaps him right across the face.

The bell rang as Blasier retaliated with a right hand, the kind that could shake a man to his very core. But Steele was not one to give up lightly, and he simply returned the favor, a right hand that could knock teeth loose.

Benner: “Look at those right hands! These two aren’t giving an inch!”

Blasier fired back. Steele fired back. After a few repetitions of this little dance, Steele changed his angle ever-so-slightly. Right elbow slammed into Blasier’s cheek, sending Blasier staggering back a bit.

Blasier shook his head, and lunged forward with a big right hand, plowing it into Steele’s jawline.

Steele hammered his elbow into Blasier’s head, Blasier stumbling back. Both hands lunged forward, clapping to Blasier’s chest and sending him stumbling back further. With Blasier dazed and off-balance, Steele rushed forward, shoulder ramming squarely into Blasier’s chest.

The air knocked out of Blasier, Steele wrapped his arms around the smaller man, and arched his back, popping the hips. Blasier tumbled overhead, crashing to the mat in a heap, the belly-to-belly shaking his world.

Steele came up, grinning widely, and began to hammer boots into Blasier’s back, over and over and over. Feet stomped and shoved, forcing Blasier to roll, and tumble, until Blasier fell out of the ring. Steele followed, giving only the briefest of glances to his sister, before he began to hammer boots into Blasier’s back once more.

The protective mat at ringside was grabbed, and pulled up, Steele smirking widely, like the cat who ate the canary. He had a plan, and it was a simple one. Blasier was lifted up, head tucked between Steele’s legs, Steele facing away from the concrete floor. He was going to piledrive Blasier on the concrete.

Trying to hook both hands, however, Steele rapidly noticed Blasier shaking his arms like a man possessed, trying to break free of even a small amount of grasp. Yanking and tugging, Steele lost his grip on Blasier, and the Texas Heritage champ dropped to his knees, bringing a forearm up into Steele’s crotch.

DeMarco: “Low blow! Blasier with a low blow!”

Benner: “Neither man is gonna play fair, here!”

Legs snapped together, and Blasier grinned as he forced himself upward, aching from the boots, but grabbed Steele by the hair, rolling him into the ring under the bottom rope. Blasier followed, and soon, they were both back up.

The ring shook with impact, Steele bouncing up and dropping to his back, hands clapped to his neck.

DeMarco: “WHAT A NECKBREAKER!”

Blasier was good with that swinging neckbreaker. Grabbing Steele’s leg, Blasier lifted it up, grinning widely. The steel knee brace Steele wore glinted in the light, and Blasier began to hammer kicks into the back of his knee joint, stomping away at the damaged flexor.

After a few moments, Blasier threw Steele’s leg down and turned away, padding over to the ring ropes to glance out into the crowd, a winning smile on his lips.

That smirk and delay was all that Steele needed. As Blasier returned to the fallen Champion, Steele lunged up, slamming an elbow viciously into Blasier’s stomach, doubling Blasier over.

The challenger was grabbed by the hair, and Steele reached in, hooking the leg, and rolled his body, a small package wrapping Blasier up like he was a Christmas present!

DeMarco: “Small package! Can Steele steal one with that?!”

Benner: “I’m reminded of how Dark Wolf beat Fisher, with a flash pin!”

The ref dove in.

One!

Two!

Th-

Benner: “What a kickout!”

Benner: “That small package almost got Blasier, though!”

Blasier was quick on his feet, and tenacious. It would take more than that. His shoulder thrust upward, and he rolled free, ending up on his knees, facing Steele.

A snarl marred Steele’s features, and he rolled from the ring, landing on his feet. Hands resting on his waist, Steele glared back into the ring at his challenger, pacing from right to left outside the ring. Blasier grinned softly, coming to his feet slowly, as he watched Steele with an iron-hard gaze.

DeMarco: “Look at that glare… These two know each other well, and there is no love lost here…”

Benner: “Oh yeah. I’m surprised Steele hasn’t gone back in, yet!”

The two stared at one another for a few moments, before Blasier rose to his feet. A wide grin on his lips, Blasier extended both arms out to the sides, the fans cheering for the Texas Heritage champion. Well. Most of them did.

Some of ‘em did.

Steele snarled, and began to walk, circling the ring slowly. He walked close enough to the guardrail that the fans could reach out and touch him, and indeed, many did. It didn’t take long for Steele to get distracted from Blasier’s showboating in the ring, and turn on a fan, grabbing him and wrenching his arm in a wristlock.

Benner: “Watch Blasier… WATCH BLASIER!”

Indeed, the challenger was not one to sit idly by and allow his opponent to get counted out, or to gain too much of a breather outside. So. Steele was wrenching on a fan’s arm… And Ryan Blasier, Texas Heritage champ, hit the ropes opposite from Steele, and came back, diving right over the top rope, arms stretched out to each side, looking for all the world like an eagle soaring.

DeMarco: “BLASIER TAKES OUT STEELE AND HALF OF THE FRONT ROW!”

Benner: “They’re both down! Are countouts legal in this match?”

DeMarco: “Yes, but I don’t think the ref’ll really go for one! After International Wars, these fans want to see a decisive winner!”

Steele and Blasier were coming around by this point, Blasier, having come out on top already, slowly climbing to his feet, Steele rolling over onto his belly. Blasier grabbed a handful of Steele’s hair, and locked him up good and tight, pulling him to his feet. Arms slipped under Steele’s arms, locking ovr Steele’s shoulderblades.

Benner: “Blasier with the standing double underhook! Is he going for a suplex? A DDT?”

DeMarco: “Not yet, I don’t think he’s going for anything!”

Indeed, Blasier began to bring knees upward, pounding them over and over into Steele’s face and chest, Steele’s legs kicking out behind him with some of the rougher impacts. With this volley of knees, Steele had nothing to block with, his arms pinioned, his chest and face completely unprotected.

Benner: “Look at the force of those knees! Steele’s gonna be pulverized by the attack, and there isn’t much he can do about it!”

Blasier grinned, and cinching his hold up tighter on Steele, arched his back, popping the legs, dropping Steele into a mass of chairs, the steel going skittering away from the force of the impact.

Demarco: “Double underhook suplex INTO THE CHAIRS!”

Tossing Steele back over the guardrail, Blasier jumped over… Landing with both feet directly on Steele’s chest!

Benner: “Oh, look at the disrespect for Steele! Blasier just wants to show Steele that he has no respect for him, with that stomp!”

Steele was rolled back into the ring, Blasier diving under the bottom rope to follow him in. Blasier grabbed Steele’s hair once again, pulling him up. Probably hoping to start working over his head and neck some more, in anticipation for My Time… Steele put an end to hopes of a quick win. Forearm came up, directly into Blasier’s crotch, and Blasier hunched over, hands clapping to his mutilated marbles!

DeMarco: “Turnabout is fair play!”

Steele grinned, taking a few steps back, as Blasier coughed in agony. Steele’s hands clasped, and Steele rushed forward, slamming a heavy double axe handle into Blasier’s chest, Blasier dropping like he was shot!

Benner: “…That was the Sledgehammer! John Henry’s finisher!”

DeMarco: “If I were the champ, I would avoid trying to antagonize John Henry. He’s probably one of the best men to never get a World title shot, and if you wake a sleeping giant, he might just demand one!”

Benner: “…That’d be kinda cool to see.”

Steele put a foot on Blasier’s chest, as the ref dove in, to count the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

Benner: “BLASIER KICKS OUT WITH AUTHORITY!”

Rolling to his belly, Blasier began trying to crawl to the ropes. Steele began to pound feet into Blasier’s back, trying to slow him down, and after a few moments, growled and wrapped his arms around Blasier’s waist. Standing up straight, Steele growled loudly, as he wrenched Blasier up, and over, to drop Blasier directly on his head!

DeMarco: “WHAT A BACKDROP DRIVER!”

Benner: “Blasier might’ve gotten his neck broken from that!”

DeMarco: “Steele’s smart, going for the cover right there!”

The ref dove in.

ONE!

TWO!

DeMarco: “CAN IT BE THREE? DOES STEELE RETAIN?!”

Benner: “BLASIER’S NOT MOVING! I THINK STEELE MIGHT TAKE IT!”

Thr.

DeMarco: “HOW DID BLASIER KICK OUT?!”

Indeed, Blasier had kicked out. Somehow. Steele came up on his knees, eyes wide with frustration. Hands tugged at his hair, and Steele shook his head with exasperation. Coming to his feet, Steele grabbed ahold of Blasier, yanking him upward. Now on his feet, Blasier was doubled over quickly, head stuffed between Steele’s legs.

DeMarco: “HE WANTS THE STEELEDRILL!”

Benner: “He hasn’t been able to beat Blasier anyway else! Why not the Steeledrill! It’s called a finisher for a reason!”

Arms were underhooked, Steele snarling and slavering as he set Blasier up for his immediate demise. A grunt, and Steele lifted Blasier upward, holding him vertical.

DeMarco: “Blasier’s not quite out!”

Legs were kicking.

Benner: “Can Blasier break free before Steele hits the Drill?”

Thrashing, and yanking, kicking and using his whole body as a unbalancing tool, Blasier gave one mighty kick, and his feet came back down to hit the mat. But Blasier wasn’t done. No, with his feet on the ground, Blasier tightened his grip on Steele’s arms, and he WRENCHED, pulling Steele off his feet in return!

DeMarco: “BLASIER’S GOT STEELE UP!”

Benner: “AND DOWN!”

A TITANTIC reverse double underhook piledriver shook the ring, Steele landing in a heap next to the ring ropes, Blasier flopping onto his back, drained from escaping the move and reversing it into such a power-intensive move.

Benner: “BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! STEELE’S DOWN AFTER THAT KUDO DRIVER, AND BLASIER LOOKS LIKE HE’S DEAD ON HIS FEET!”

The ref bit his bottom lip as he looked from man to man, both of them down, and glanced to the timekeeper. The timekeeper shrugged, and mouthed something. The zebra-striped man in the ring nodded, and began the ten-count, to count both men out.

ONE!

Blasier’s leg flopped, his arm slowly extending upward, moving ever so slightly. Steele’s legs spasmed.

TWO!

Blasier’s arm came across him, rolling toward the other side of his body, trying to roll to his belly. Steele’s legs began to slide toward the ring apron.

THREE!

Steele’s legs slid over the apron, and dangled over the side of the ring. Blasier began to roll onto his side.

FOUR!

Steele dropped to the floor, falling in a heap. The ref moved over to glance over the side of the ring, but Steele was down too, and Blasier was still trying to get up, so…

FIVE!

Blasier finally rolled onto his belly. Hands pressed to the mat, and he began to do a slow pushup.

Steele tried to stand, pulling on the apron.

SIX!

Steele slowly came to a knee, as Blasier pushed himself up onto his own knees.

SEVEN!

Steele kept pulling, and finally got to his feet. Blasier almost fell forward, but Steele was up. Turning and glancing around, Steele stumbled over to the timekeeper, shoving him out of the way. Grabbing up his steel chair, Steele staggered back toward the ring. First, the chair slid in, under the bottom rope. Then came Steele.

Benner: “Uh-oh… Steele’s got a chair!”

DeMarco: “He’s probably tired of this match! Champs retain on a DQ!”

Steele stood, picking up his chair. Gripping it by the legs, Steele grinned widely, watching Blasier rise.

Benner: “He’s stalking Blasier! All he needs is for Blasier to turn around!”

Indeed, Blasier, now on his feet, turned to face Steele. And Steele rushed forward, chair coming up. It would be a chairshot heard ‘round the world. If… not for the fact that Blasier ducked it.

DeMarco: “BLASIER DUCKED!”

Benner: “HOW DID HE DUCK?!”

Not only did he duck… But as Steele turned around, Blasier EXPLODED forward, arm lashing out. Catching Steele across the face, Steele dropped, the chair tumbling away from both of them.

Benner and DeMarco: “LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Blasier dropped on top of Steele, grabbing at a leg as the ref dove in.

ONE!

Benner: “THAT LARIAT MIGHT HAVE DONE IT!”

TWO!

DeMarco: STEELE LOOKS LIKE HE’S OUT!”

TH-

Benner: “STEELE KICKED OUT! THE CHAMP KICKED OUT!”

DeMarco: “THERE’S SOME FIGHT LEFT IN THE OLD DOG!”

Blasier came up, eyes wide with surprise, as he looked to the ref. Two fingers held up, the ref shook his head, shouting “YOU ONLY GOT TWO!” So, Blasier had to pull out the stops. Grabbing the leg, that bad right leg being hooked under Blasier’s arm. Blasier sat back on Steele’s back, cranking on that right knee in a single leg boston crab.

DeMarco: “That bad knee being torqued and yanked on! Steele might tap!”

Indeed, it looked like he might. The ref came over, checking to see if Steele wanted to give up, and Steele just buried his face in the mat, shaking his head from side to side. “NO!” he screamed, clawing forward slowly.

Benner: “Steele trying desperately for that ring rope! He needs to get there, or he’s gonna tap!”

Or… maybe Blasier’d just let go. Which he did. Stepping off, and turning back to face Steele, Blasier grinned, beckoning for Steele to get up and face him. He crouched down low, stalking. Waiting.

Steele rolled out of the ring, to the floor. He landed on his feet, and stumbled over to his sister. Blasier growled, straightening, and following Steele over. The ref came over, getting in Blasier’s face. Don’t go out of the ring, he said. Stop being tempted to use weapons, he said, or a DQ is in your future.

What the ref didn’t see… was Steele slipping that chunk of metal from his sister’s purse. The ref didn’t see Steele loading his armpad.

Benner: “Did you see that?”

DeMarco: “Steele loaded his pad! He’s gonna use that chunk of metal as a weapon!”

Steele rolled back into the ring, favoring his knee. Blasier came over, to try for some stomps… but Steele lifted an arm into Blasier’s crotch, yet ANOTHER low blow. But this time… with the loaded arm. Blasier dropped like a sack of potatoes, as Steele rose.

Grabbing ahold of Blasier’s hair, Steele pulled Blasier up… and BADAM, dropped Blasier RIGHT back down with a Texas Lariat of his own! Blasier dropped, blood leaking from his split lip, and Steele fell on top for the cover.

Benner: “THAT’S GOT TO BE IT!”
ONE
DeMarco: “STEELE’S GONNA RETAIN!”

TWO

DeMarco: “Damn it, why did it have to be under this kind of cheating?!”

Benner: “That’s how life is, man!”

TH-

Benner: “HOW DID HE KICK OUT”

DeMarco: “HOW IS BLASIER EVEN STILL CONSCIOUS?!”

Somehow, he was. Steele’s eyes shot open wide, as the ref shook his held, waving his hands, two fingers extended from each. A hand rose, Steele extending four fingers, mouthing the word “Four?” The ref shook his head, holding two fingers in front of Steele’s face.

Fury lit Steele’s face, now. He grabbed ahold of Blasier’s hair, yanking him up. Dragging Blasier toward the corner, Steele reared back…

And Blasier dropped, legs scissoring around Steele’s! Steele’s face bounced off the turnbuckle pad, Steele dropping in the corner as Blasier started to crawl away from the fallen Champeen.

Benner: “STEELE BOUNCES OFF THE TURNBUCKLE!”

DeMarco: “BLASIER’S GOTTA CAPITALIZE, OR HE’LL NEVER GET ANOTHER SHOT!”

Indeed… Blasier capitalized. Coming to his feet, Blasier slipped up onto the turnbuckle that Steele was laying against, locking the head. Blasier leapt off, legs moving his body’s momentum…

Benner: “MY TIME! MY TIME! MY TIME! BLASIER WITH THE TOP ROPE TORNADO DDT!”

DeMarco: “BLASIER WITH THE PIN!”

The ref slid in.

ONE

Benner: “IS THIS IT? COULD THIS BE THE END?!”

TWO

DeMarco: “BLASIER COULD BECOME THE WORLD CHAMPION RIGHT HERE”

THREE

DeMarco: “AND HE DOES! HE DOES! RYAN BLASIER IS THE WORLD CHAMPION!”

The bell rang frantically, as the arena kicked to life, the ref throwing three fingers into the air as Blasier fell back on his knees, pressing his hands to his face, a grin the kind that could light up a room on his face.

The ref leaned over the top, taking the title belt from the timekeeper, and handed it, the WWA World Heavyweight Championship, the pinnacle of the business, to its new holder, the new king of the mountain, the new top of the heap.

Benner: “DREAMS DO COME TRUE, AND NOW, RYAN BLASIER IS THE BIG MAN ON CAMPUS! RYAN BLASIER IS THE MAN TO BEAT! BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, RYAN BLASIER IS THE WORLD CHAMPION!”

Silverhawk Final: GES versus El Tormenta

Michael Benner: It’s the final, Frankie, these two men Tormenta & GES have come through 3 matches to get here, 2 already this evening.

Frankie DeMarco: 16 men entered the tournament and it’s down to OCW’s GES and WMW’s own El Tormenta.

Michael Benner: GES went through DeBough, J.D. Hart and Jon Smith.

Frankie DeMarco: El Tormenta through Addiction, Iwamoto and Terrence Harris.

Natasha Loomer: Our final match this evening is the Final of the Silverhawk Invitation for the Drew Jacobs trophy, the first competitor from Cancun, Mexico... weighing in at eighty-four and eight-tenths kilograms, this is EEEEELLLLLLL TTTTOOORRRRMMMEEENNNTTTAAA!!!

["Don de Dios" by Cartel de Santa plays throughout the arena as the thunder continues rumbling in the background.]

[A man steps out into the aisleway. He wears navy blue trunks with a gray cloud and a lightning bolt on the front, navy blue boots with the same logo on them, and a navy mask with the logo on either side of the head. As he walks quickly down the aisle, he slaps hands with every fan he can reach.]

Michael Benner: El Tormenta is our WMW Merrimack River Champion and will get great support here in the Mountain!

Frankie DeMarco: That’s right I’ve got a feeling he’s going to need it, GES has been on fine form tonight.

Natasha Loomer: And his opponent weighing is at 225 lbs GENETICALLY ENGINEERED SOLLLDDIIIIEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

["Time" by Joe Satriani plays as GES makes his way to the ring with Natasha & Samantha Morrow in toe, he ignores the crown and enters the ring.]

Michael Benner: GES arrives with entourage, the scientific Morrow sisters.

Frankie DeMarco: Scientific they maybe but they’re not a bad sight, that’s for sure.

[The referee talks to Tormenta & GES before dispatching them to their corners and holding aloft the silver Drew Jacobs cup.]

Michael Benner: That cup’s what they’re fighting for, but it’s more than that Frankie.

Frankie DeMarco: You don’t need to tell me that, a win here will be like a shot in the arm to the winner here tonight.

[The referee hands the trophy to a ringside official and calls for the bell.]

Michael Benner: Let’s get it on!

*Ding, Ding*

[Tormenta and GES circle cautiously, they come in for a tie up but Tormenta feigns and sidesteps GES delivering a kick to the rear of GES knee sending GES to a kneeling position, Tormenta attempts to apply a headlock but GES is wise to it and fights Tormenta off with several well placed elbows to the abdomen, forcing Tormenta to back off. GES rises to his feet and the two men circle again.]

MB – Nervous start both men eager not to make a mistake.

[In for the tie up, collar & elbow style. GES begins to force Tormenta backwards towards the ropes, but Tormenta spins behind GES applying a Hammerlock, GES looks for the duck behind counter but Tormenta grabs the head of GES in a reverse side headlock. GES counters quickly with a double leg pick up lifting Tormenta to his feet and driving Tormenta down, escaping the headhold GES attempts to apply a leg lock of his own but Tormenta grabs for the ropes and the referee imposes the break. Clean break as GES backs off waiting for Tormenta to get back to his feet with the aid of the ropes.]

FD – Nice to see a clean break right there.

[In for the tie up the two finalists come again, GES this time quickly forces his smaller opponent back against the ropes, Tormenta about to grab the ropes to break the hold as GES shoots Tormenta across the ring, as Tormenta comes back off the ropes GES uses Tormenta’s moment to elevate and then dump Tormenta with a sidewalk slam.]

MB – GES asserting himself as the larger man holding a 35 lbs advantage over El Tormenta.

[GES pulls Tormenta back to his feet and drops Tormenta across his knee with a Pendulum back breaker, GES then hauls Tormenta back to his feet and throws Tormenta against the turnbuckle, GES comes in and nails Tormenta with a couple of chops to the chest before hitting several knee strikes to the torso and finally a Thrust Kick to the abdomen, GES grabs the head of Torment and pulls him out of the corner, GES hit’s a DDT that on the sidelines the Morrows certainly appreciate, even if the local WMW fans aint so pleased.]

[..1..]

[..2..]

MB - Rolls a shoulder off the canvas.

[GES pulls Tormenta back to his feet quickly and hit’s a release German Suplex, GES back to his feet quickly with several stomps to the chest and gut of Tormenta before GES drops an elbow to the chest of Tormenta and quickly applies a grounded face lock.]

MB - Wear down tactic’s by GES here, obviously after that early foray into impact moves, GES isn’t adverse to some sound matt wrestling.

FD - Well it's been a long night for these guys this way GES gets to suck air in while Tormenta struggles to do so, this is a move that isn't meant to win a guy the match on it's own, but along with other moves can enable a guy to hit some big impact moves on a stunned guy that can lead to victory.

MB - So GES you know much about the guy.

FD - He's from OCW and he's a Genetically Engineered Solider, with two hot women at his side, what move is there to know?

[El Tormenta struggles in a view attempt to escape the face lock, this simply seems to serve GES greater reason to lock it in tighter.]

MB - Style, how he's been wrestling?

FD - Well, see for yourself the guy obviously know's how to wrestle, he's not a power wrestler, but he's in fine shape, tremedous athlete.

MB - So I take it your a fan?

FD - I'm not saying I'm joining his fan club but he looks to have a promising career ahead of him.

[GES continues to keep the face lock applied, leveraging himself upwards and back down trying to get a tighter grip of Tormenta, who's looking for a way out trying to unhinge the arms of GES that are wrapped around his neck.]

MB - What would it mean to GES to win this Silverhawk Invitational do you think?

FD - A great deal I'd imagine, but let's not count Ryan Storm out just yet, wily guy with experience but still has youth and speed on his side.

MB - Believe men Frankie I wasn't counting El Tormenta out for a minute, I see the guy week in week out and recently he's upped his game.

FD - Well Ryan Storm's been unable to break the glass ceiling of midcard medicrity for what 5 years here in the WWA, El Tormenta after only a month or two is at least making cracks in that ceiling even if he hasn't broke it just yet.

[GES finally releases the hold, but keeps Tormenta trapped on teh canvas and from a kneeling position, jumps and driving a knee into the right obliques of Tormenta, GES repeats again, and again, and again. Finally GES pulls Tormenta back to his feet and locks the arms of Tormenta in a chicken wing style hold, before bridging backwards and hitting a Double chicken-wing suplex.]

MB – GES showcasing his skills.

[GES wolls back up and brings Tormenta with him holding a handful of mask. Tormenta is whipped the ropes, rebounds into an elbow strike to the kisser that staggers Tormenta backwards, GES surprised that Tormenta doesn't go down, quickly advances grabbing Tormenta around the waist and driving him towards the turnbuckle, Tormenta connects hard.]

MB - Serious impact there.

FD – You can say that again.

[GES backs off pulls Tormenta forward for a Shortarm Clothesline, Tormenta ducks the attack GES bewildered gets two sharp kicks to the back of the knee and then one to the head, Tormenta charges across the ring, rebounds of fthe far side ropes and connects with a drop kick that snaps GES forward into the turnbuckle, head first.]

[POP!]

MB - GES just involuntarily headbutted the turnbuckle.

FD - That's gotta smart.

[Tormenta takes a moment to compose hismelf, fill his lungs with some much needed iar as the referee and the Morrows check on GES, who's moving but looks groggy.]

MB - Tormenta showing that he's still in this match it'd been all GES so far.

FD - And you here the reaction from the fans! Finally El Tormenta has given them something to cheer.

[Tormenta is back on GES as he crawls across the ring shaking his head, Tormenta drops an elbow to the base of GES back sending him back down Tormenta looks about to apply an armbar but releases he's way to near to the ropes so instead pulls GES back to his feet, GES shot to the ropes rebounds into a Flying Cross Body block, Tormenta back up quickly and springboargs landing across the face of GES with a Guillotine Legdrop.]

[POP!]

MB - Crowd fully appreciating the aeril antics of our Merrimack River Champion right there.

[Tormenta back to his feet looks to go to the top, but thinks twice as GES groggily gets back to his feet, GES walks towards Tormenta but gets Armdragged over, again the groggy GES rises and comes towards Tormenta and again gets armdragged over, but thsi time Tormenta holds on and applies a Scissored armbar.]

FD - Now it's Tormenta trying to war down his opponent and focussing on the arms of GES.

MB - Smart move in my opinion, GES the bigger of the two men in this match, is going to rely on throwing moves and needs his arms and shoulders to do just that.

[Tormenta rolls away from the hold, stomps the arm of GES several times before applying this time a Fujiwara armbar.]

FD - We know in his early career Ryan Storm wrestled in Japan, using tactics he picked up there right now.

[GES begins to struggle towards the ropes, with the Morrow's calling him forward, slapping the apron at the closest part of the ring to GES.]

MB - Always an advantage to have a guy or gal on the outside to help you through sticky situations.

FD - Not always sometimes they're a damn liability either trying to get involve or a distraction.

MB - Morrow's certainly don't seem that way.

FD - I'm not saying they are but some managers inadvertantly put themselves in the way of danger and distract the guy they're promoting and when they do get involved you an never gaurentee that they won't cause a DQ or even hit their own guy with a badly swung chair.

[GES is inches from the ropes now, dragging himself and Tormenta along on the arm that isn't trapped in the Fujiwara.]

MB - Their presence has certainly assisted GES in getting to the ropes here.

[As GES is about to grab the ropes Tormenta releases and rolls back to his feet quick as a flash before delivering several stomps to the body of GES. Tormenta pulls GES back to his feet and delivers several sharp kicks with either foot to the knee's and thighs of GES, a final boot to the gut stoops GES over and Tormenta plants the skull of GES with Single Arm DDT.]

[Tormenta back up quickly, pulling GES with him Tormenta shoot's GES to the ropes, GES rebounds into a Hurricanrana.]

[POP!]

MB - Cover!

[..1..]

[..2..]

MB - Kickout by GES.

[Tormenta back to his feet quickly hits the ropes, leaps landing with a knee into th chest of GES. Tormenta pulls GES up and shoves him into the corner, Tormenta connects with several quick kicks to the body and knee's of GES, before hooking his head, springboarding off the bottom rope and driving the cranium of GES into the canvas with a Tornado DDT.]

FD - That could do it.

[..Uno..]

[..Dos..]

MB - No GES gets a shoulder up!

[Tormenta rolls back up eyeing the referee and offering his polite opinion on how slow the count was, Tormenta lurks behind the slow rising GES, stalking him.]

FD - Your know whats coming and so do I!

[GES finally back to his feet from behind Storm with a Double Knee Back Breaker, floors GES again.]

[POP!]

FD - Lungblower.

[Storm doesn't cover, instead he begins to climb the turnbuckle.]

MB - The crowd are restless the local competitor build towards the concluding part perhaps right now.

FD - You'd better believe it. I predict this match will end just like when Tormenta took the Merrimack River Title. Three more moves and we'll be crowning a WMW guy as the Silverhawk Crusierweight Champion!

[Tormenta atop teh turnbuckle accepts the cheers of the crowd, the cheers turn to jeers though as from the apron Samantha Morrow shoves Tormenta off the tuenbuckle.]

[HEAT!]

[Tormneta summersaults, managing to land on his back but still the impact winds him.]

MB - Well the Morrow's presence certainly paying dividens right then for GES.

FD - Damn cheating broads, I'm telling you it was over, Double Foot Stomp, Scorpian Splash, Vertebreaker.

MB - Some would call it good scouting.

FD - Let's call it what it is, it's cheating at no mistake.

[GES is begining to stir as is Tormenta, the referee's count has reached four.]

MB - Well both men begining to rise whomever gets the advantage here now will have a huge probably critical advantage!

[GES is back up first and seems to be shaking the cobwebs away, Tormenta finally returns to his feet.]

FD - I'd suggest you're correct and the first man able to assert himself here will be the winner.

MB - These man have been through the grinder tonight this being their third match already.

[GES swings a right, but it's telegraphed badly Tormenta ducks it, looks for another Double Knee Backbreaker, but GES plants his feet and stoops forward sending Tormenta sliding up and over his back, Tormenta lands on teh canvas GES with a nose breaking closed fist to the face..

..Tormenta rolls out the way, GES's knuckle connects only with the canvas.]

FD - Both men showing that they're still acutely aware of whats happening.

[GES stands back up shaking the fist, Tormenta is back to his feet GES comes at Tormenta swinging again but Tormenta is ducks it and grabs GES around teh waist hitting a Belly to Back Suplex, Tormenta back up quickly into the ropes, and baseball slides into the body of GES. Tormenta is about to mount the turnbuckle again but noticesthe Morrow sisters and wags a finger at them.]

MB - El Tormenta has learned his lesson. Going to keep this strictly grounded.

[Tormenta pulls GES back to his feet and Firemasn lift into a Michinoku driver.]

[POP!]

MB - Another moves from his days in RSW?

FD - More something he picked up from his cousin.

MB - C.J. Rowell.

FD - That's the fella.

[Tormenta grabs the arms of of GES and positions him before locking on an Anaconda vice.]

[POP!]

MB - This move is certainly out of the Japanese Wrestling book of painful submissions!

FD - You can say that again.

[GES's face has pain written all over it, the referee slides down to ask if he wishes to quit, GES weakly shakes his head.]

MB - Tormenta showing that he's far more than a one trick pony, the aerial attacks were cut out because of the Morrow's he saw that GES had several of his moves well scouted so obviously searched through his repertoire adn is using a move hardly ever used on this side of the Pacfic.

FD - Agreed it's unlikely even with the info downloads Mr Machine in the ring here will have come across this move before.

[GES is fading and groaning in pain, the Morrow's scatter.]

MB - GES isn't looking likely to find an escape but I think someone else might just do that for him.

FD - Damnit stop these hussy's!

[Samantha Morrow jumps up on the apron on one side of the ring, the referee spots her and quickly begins to admonish her back ringside, on the opposite side of the ring Natasha Morrow slides into the ring, thick steel clipboard in hand.]

[HEAT!]

MB - NO!!!!

*CLONK*

[EXTRA HEAT!]

FD - God damn.

[Morrow, pulls the GES towards Tormenta and helps to drape an arm over the chest. Samantha Morrow jumps down from the apron as her sister makes a quick exit. The referee turns confused but drops to the matt and makes the count.]

MB - Don't let it end this way!

[..EINS..]

[..SWEI..]

[..DREI?..]

FD - NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Tormenta barely rolls a shoulder up, but that'll do!

[POP!]

[The referee indicates to the officials a count of two. GES rolls off Tormenta and begins to suck in air, Tormenta does likewise.]

MB - I have to believe that were it not for the actions of the Morrow's the Drew Jacobs trophy would tomorrow find a home on the fireplace in the home of Ryan Storm.

FD - I'd concur but Tormenta is still in this match. Don't count him out just yer.

[GES is the first to start to rise to his feet, he's dizzy he walks towards the Morrows who pass him a bottle of water which he dumps over his head.]

MB - Are they going to start wrestling for him next.

FD - Maybe.

[GES begins towards Tormenta and starts to pull him off the ground.]

MB - Tormenta with a schoolboy.

[POP!]

[..ONE..]

[..TWO..]

FD - Kick out.

[GES is back up quickly and seemingly enraged, with Tormenta still rising GES drives an almighty boot into the gut of Tormenta, then another finally, GES grabs a handful of mask and hauls Tormenta back to his feet. GES hit's a Belly to back brainbuster suplex, GES rises quickly stomps Tormenta before drawing Tormenta back up and hitting a Pendulum back breaker. From draped on his knee GES pulls Tormenta up and again shoots him to the ropes, Tormenta rebounds..

..TILT A WHIRL SLAM by GES!]

MB - If the water didn't wake GES up that roll up certainly remotivated him, he's wrestling like a damn animal now.

[GES pulls Tormenta up again and hit's a release German Suplex to applause form the Morrow's, taking instructions form Samantha GES mounts the turnbuckle and waits for Tormenta to rise to his feet.]

FD - Not liking the look of this.

[Tormenta rises groggily, turns to face GES who leaps...

... front flip axe kick connects with Tormenta, down he goes.]

[Begruding POP!]

FD - Fuck it.

MB - GES with his Final Decision.

[Cover.]

[..ONE..]

[..TWO..]

[..THREE..]

*Ding, Ding*

MB - Well El Tormenta had too much to contend with here tonight, two matches before this one, GES in the ring was enough but the Morrow girls really put paid to his chances here tonight.

FD - Yeah, freaking whores.

Natasha Loomer: Your winner and the Silverhawk Cruiserweight Invitation Champion GENETICALLY ENGINEERED SOLLLDDIIIIEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

[HEAT! POP! HEAT! POP!]

[The morrows slide into the ring and snatch the trophy from the referee, it's they who hold the arms of GES aloft and pass him the title.]

MB - Well folks that concludes the action from this evening, we've seen a bunch of action a Cruiserweight Tournament won by OCW's GES but don't forget the part played here tonight by WMW's EL Tormenta.

FD - There's a new guy with the WWA HW Title around his waist also. OCW get it all here tonight.

MB - Congratulations to Ryan Blasier on his win.

FD - Well be back in just one week's time with WMW Granite State Tenacity Good Night.

[With the Morrow's celebrating with a weary GES the scene fades.]

[Ryan Blasier is the final image, holding the WWA HW title aloft before that fades.]