| CROWN OF WAR II |
| April 5th 2009 |
Your selected event will begin in: [5] [4] [3] [2] [1] [...] [Crown of War] [The Prelude to Summer Games.] [The winner, Warlord if you must, will hand select his own team for Summer Games, the pinnacle of the World Wrestling Alliance calendar. This night has so many implications that one would be hard-pressed to count them.] [And we’re about to see one more unfold.] [Somewhere deep within the bowels of the Air Canada Centre is an office. Very few, if any “random” passers by would have the courage it would take to knock on the black door, the inlaid six-pointed star sees to that. If that weren’t enough, the gold plaque with the name of he who has reserved this small space during a Pay-Per-View event will keep the rest away.] [V. Mandrake] [The nameplate, carved in gold with symbols running around it’s edge, is enough to keep even the stupidest of intruders at bay. And with Mandrake, you never know what kinds of wards those symbols might be anyway.] [So, when a hand comes into view and raps sharply at the door, needless to say that surprise is the first emotion that comes to mind. A deep, answering voice from the other side of the door cuts surprise into stark fear.] “Come in, Eric.” [Pull back.] [The Only Star cocks an eyebrow. He knew he hadn’t made a sound upon approach, nothing to give away his identity in any way, and he knocked like the police do right before they kicked down a door, which wasn’t his usual style. For Mandrake to know automatically who had come calling was just a bit disconcerting.] [As the former four time World Champion turned the handle and crossed the threshold into Mandrake's “office”, he never stopped to think that perhaps Victor knew better than to expect anyone to come into his domain.] [Anyone but Eric Dane.] “Hello, Victor.” [The room was dark save for a lamp sitting in the corner of a larger than usual mahogany desk. The effect was eerie, but nothing Dane wasn’t used to from Mandrake. The two-time Summer Games winner took a seat in a leather chair across from the king-sized desk of the king-sized Victor Mandrake. Mandrake nodded in reply.] “Eric.” [The moment was tense, as they always were between these two blood enemies.] Dane: "How’s your wife?" [A flash of anger glanced across Victor's icy-blue eyes, and his jaw visibly clenched.] Mandrake: "Never better. How’s your hand?" [Dane unknowingly buries his left hand into his right, feeling the nub where his pinky used to be, before Mandrake physically removed it for putting a bullet an inch and a quarter to the left of Morrigan’s heart.] Dane: "Just fine, thanks." [Their propinquity to each other caused another terse moment of silence. These two men, as always, would just as soon tear each other apart as have an amicable conversation. Dane breaks the silence.] Dane: "I assume you have the paperwork ready?" Mandrake: "You would assume correctly." [The Immortal One pushes a small stack of papers across the desk where a quill and ink pot awaits The Only Star.] Dane: "This is*everything?" Mandrake: "You doubt me?" Dane: "Don’t I always?" [Victor’s eyes tighten, he pulls the documents back to his side of the desk.] Mandrake: "I find your lack of faith disturbing, Eric." Dane: "Can you honestly blame me?" Mandrake: "Perhaps not, though, if you find yourself in a quandary, I can call Saunders right now and allow things to progress as they normally would have. I hear he’s only accepting phone calls from me." [Eric rolls his eyes.] Dane: "Just give me the damnable thing." [Again the man formerly known as Diablo slides the papers across the smooth surface of the desk. Being his last night on the job, his desk is quite empty otherwise. Dane flips through the pages.] Dane: "I don’t understand any of this." Mandrake: "You wouldn’t." [The soon to be former owner of the Alliance smiles wide.] Mandrake: "You know lawyers, they have their own language. You sign the bottom of the last page." [The Hardcase takes the quill and flips to the last page. He spares Mandrake one last glance before dipping the quill in the ink pot and scrawling his signature across the line. Somehow, he manages to prick his finger with the quill, a single spot of blood drips onto the fresh ink where he’d just signed.] Mandrake: "A nice touch, don’t you think?" Dane: [undeterred] "It’s done, then? All of it?" Mandrake: "Yes. All of it. Every last drop." [Eric stands.] Dane: "Good. File it. I’m going somewhere with a little more light, and a little less you. I’ll be seeing you, Vic." [Mandrake leans back in his extremely large chair.] Mandrake: "Indeed you shall, Eric." [He smiles the Cheshire cat’s wicked smile.] Mandrake: "In due time, of course." Dane: "Right. Whatever. Fuck you, Vic." [A tense second passes.] Mandrake: "Ah, now there's the eloquent Mr. Dane we've all come to know and love." [The phone that you didn’t see on his desk rings.] Mandrake: "You’ll excuse me, won’t you? I have to take this." [Dane has already turned to leave. Something about a meeting with Victor Mandrake got under his skin, no matter how many times he’d stared the man down. Something was just not right with him. As he left the office, he thought he heard a curt conversation, undoubtedly with one of Mandrake’s many lawyers.] Mandrake: "Yes. It's done." [Dane slammed the door behind him and walked away. He had many, many other matters to attend to.] ----- [Black.] [The swirling blue WWA logo shimmers onto your screen.] [Cue: Journey - "Wheel in the Sky"] [Open to a moving crane shot of the inside of the Air Canada Center, the entire city of Toronto has crammed the venue to the gills with rabid wrestling fans. Thousands of signs paper the arena, and a few of them are even kind of creative and funny: -The Wraith Can't Wrestle! -I (heart) Eduardo! -I bought Serbo's CoW Trophy on ebay and all I got was this stupid sign! -John 3:16 -Fuck John 3:16 -I want to be the cream in a Boston/Brooks Twinkie! -I've Never Seen Brad Jackson! -What the fuck are the CoW rules again? Okay, so some of the signs are stupid. Whatever. The camera shot cuts directly to the broadcast booth of the legendary former ACW and WC:C announce team of "Downtown" Darren Keebler and "Mighty Mouth" Angus Skaaland.] [Keebler is dressed in a suit and tie with a WWA logo embroidered on his lapel, and his eyeglasses sit squarely across his nose. Angus, on the other hand, sports a blue tuxedo t-shirt and a pair of old torn jeans shorts, his hair is pulled back in a quick ponytail, and he's sporting Oakley sunglasses. Inside. What a douche.] DDK: WEEEEEEEELCOME WRESTLING FANS! Angus: Oh for Christ's sake. DDK: [deflated] What? Angus: Here we go again... DDK: [exasperated] WHAT? Angus: Here we are, on live fucking Pay-Per-View, for the first time in like eight months no less, in front of a bigger crowd than we ever got in WC:C except for Dane/Ramsey II, and you're creaming your pants like a twenty-seven year old mark at his first fucking wrestling show. DDK: Oh for the love of... I'M EXCITED! Angus: I can tell. DDK: Don't you ever get excited about wrestling anymore? Angus: Sure, I got excited last week at Revenge when Eric Dane showed up and told the world that he was going to buy the whole fuckin' Alliance right out from under Matt Saunders nose! DDK: Leave it to you to only care about something vaguely Team Danger related. Angus: It's a habit, can't shake it. DDK: Well, we do know that both Eric Dane and Victor Mandrake are in the building, as we saw them together only moments ago, and apparently Eric Dane has just bought the Alliance! Now, we all know Dane for a shrewd business man who knows the wrestling business inside and out, but we also know him to be a vindictive, ego-maniacal psychopath with an itchy trigger finger. Angus: Dude, you worked with him just last year in WC:C. You know he's gotten well past all of his issues and "demons" or whateverthefuck, and he's all about moving the industry forward and looking to the future and all that happy shit. DDK: Yeah, but he had zero power inside WC:C. Now, he's got the entire alliance by the short and curlies, and I've known the man long enough to know that that kind of power at his behest is not a good idea for anyone. Including us. Angus: Wait, what? DDK: We signed our contracts with Matt Saunders, he could very well null them just out of spite to Mr. Saunders, and you know it. [Skaaland is put back, for a millisecond.] Angus: *pshaw!* Eric's my brother from another mother, he'd never fire me. You, maybe, but we're like peas in a pod. DDK: If by that you mean you used to be his lackey and never really pissed him off, then I'll take that as good news and assume we still have a job. Angus: Good, so get on with it! [Keebler clears his throat.] DDK: Well, first up tonight we've got the Crown of War match itself! Angus: Boring clusterfuck. DDK: Twelve of the most talented men and women- Angus: [cutting in] Woman. DDK: -in the World will get it on for the right to be called Warlord of the WWA, and if that isn't enough, the winner will get to pick his own team for Summer Games coming up in just a few months! Angus: Boo to that. What happened to the World Title shot? DDK: Some people would say that a Summer Games trophy is just as prestigious as a World Title belt. Angus: Those people are idiots. DDK: Your friend Eric Dane is one of those people. Angus: And geniuses. DDK: *sigh* You just won't give up, will you? Angus: Couldn't even if I wanted to. DDK: Moving right along... Angus: Please. DDK: Up next is my pick for match of the night, for the Double Crown Title, Justin Brooks will defend against Boston Bancroft! Angus: These two guys were easily the highlight of the last week of press for the event, they even got into a rap battle at the last Between Hell and High Water out in Las Vegas! DDK: These are two young, hungry lions, and you can bet tonight they're going to leave it all in the ring, and when the whole thing is said and done, the best possible champion will hold the belt up high for everyone to see! Angus: After that we've got a World Tag Team Title match where The Gathering will defend the belts against a team that just lost their II Tag Team Titles, the Sex Symbols! DDK: And then, in the main event of the evening, brand new champion Brad Jackson will defend the belt that he took from Cobra a very short time ago against Eduardo Domingo, the man who brought the DC Title to the prestige it has today with his unheard of one year plus reign as champion! Angus: Yeah, I could give two sets of fuck about that match, and apparently the participants felt the same way if their effort over the last month is to be judged. DDK: Irreguardless, you and I both know that they'll both turn it up when the bell rings and the title is on the line! Angus: Yeah, but we're trying to sell a pay-per-view here! DDK: Well, we've sold it to everyone who's gonna buy it, and it's about high time we get into the thick of it! Angus: Yeah, so, backstage camera-dudes, DO YOUR JOBS YOU BUNCH OF HACKS! [Cut.] ----- [As soon as the camera switches backstage the strums of an acoustic guitar echo through the lobby of the Air Canada Centre. A few generic backstage workers walk past the beige ceramic tile before the calming voice of a well-known WWA veteran begins to accompany the guitar.] #Welcome to the Crown of War #Where all the battlers get torn #Twelve competitors vying for a win #Or their careers are in a trash bin! [Cheerfully strumming away on his acoustic steel string guitar is HRW representative in the Crown of War match, Adrien Cochrane. His feet swing off the edge of the counter along with the melody of the song. The song is, however, interrupted when he hears a cool female voice from a few feet from the counter.] Jane: "Not bad. Not bad at all." [Cochrane nearly leaps off the counter in surprise. He looks around, sees Jane looking at him, and laughs for flinching from just an unexpected audience member.] Adrien: “Thanks, wrote it myself. Jane Katze, I assume?” [Jane, standing in her usual professional attire, offers Adrien her hand and a small smile.] Jane: "In the flesh." [Adrien shakes Jane’s hand.] Adrien: “Adrien Cochrane.” [The small smile on Jane's face spreads into a full grin as she nods in recognition.] Jane: "Pleased to meet you." [Adrien, who seems casually dressed compared to Jane by wearing his usual Ramones T-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans, smiles back at Jane.] Adrien: “The pleasure is mine. Surprised you recognized me actually. Despite the fact the fans know me well, I’m finding out that a lot of the other WWA wrestlers have no idea who I am. Brad Jackson actually passed me by earlier while I was singing and threw a twenty dollar bill in my guitar case, thinking I was some street performer.” [Jane rolls her eyes.] Jane: "Yes, but Jackson's a bit senile." [Adrien smirks at Jane’s comment.] Adrien: “Ah, I’m not sure if I’d go as far as senile. Just still relatively new to the alliance despite being the champion. Honestly, I might not have recognized him if it wasn’t for the big shiny gold belt he was carrying.” [The SSB/II wrestler shakes her head in disappointment.] Jane: "That belt becomes him not." [The other II wrestler shrugs his shoulders in indifference.] Adrien: “Don’t know him well enough to form an opinion about him. I try not to judge someone before I know them. But one thing that neither one of us can deny him is that he does have that belt currently.” [Jane crosses her arms over her chest as Adrien speaks, not particularly agreeing with the sentiment being shared.] Jane: "He's the Champion physically, but he certainly isn't the Champion in spirit. There's more to holding the title than just putting some chunk of metal around your waist and strutting about with your nose thrust up in the air. But that's a discussion for a different time." [Adrien nods, not wanting to push the topic any further.] Adrien: “Indeed. So we’re going to be opponents tonight.” [Jane shifts her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.] Jane: "Opponent is a subjective word, isn't it?" [Adrien chuckles.] Adrien: “It is, indeed. Just because we’re booked against each other in a match doesn’t mean there is no ill-will between me and you, or any other person in the match. Fact of the matter is, there is no guarantee we’ll even be in the ring at the same time. We may not even have contact with each other during the actual match.” [Jane doesn't seem to get any more comfortable.] Jane: "Yes, but if we do come into contact, by some off chance, perhaps we might be able to, uh, 'coordinate our activities'?" [Adrien had a big grin come across his face.] Adrien: “I don’t see why we couldn’t. You seem like a nice person.” [Jane gives Adrien a more genuine smile, though there's something a little sinister to it this time.] Jane: "I'm glad we have a kind of... understanding." [She winks. Adrien, completely oblivious to Jane’s subtle sinister demeanor, smiles.] Adrien: “No problem. Have you bought my new solo album that came out last week, or are you not too into music?” [Jane shrugs meekly.] Jane: "I'm not a big music fan, no. And the music that I am into isn't popular with the fans, from what I can tell. Just wait and see how they react to my entrance theme tonight. My prediction: it's not going to be pretty." [Adrien chuckles again.] Adrien: “You’re going to find it ironic that this is coming from the wrestler-slash-musician, but the theme song is one of the least important things to a wrestler. Before I settled for the one I have now, I was changing it monthly. But I’ve stuck with “Original Prankster” for about two years now.” [She cocks her head to the side in some form of curiosity.] Jane: "They don't seem to hand out brownie points for consistency, I'm afraid. So my steadfast ways are being drowned out by a chorus of jeers from the loving public." [Adrien shrugs, still swinging his hanging legs back and forth off the counter.] Adrien: “They may eventually warm up to you. It took a couple of years here in the WWA before the public began to like me.” [Jane looks down at her watch and raises her eyebrows before looking back to Adrien.] Jane: "Well, it's been nice chatting with you but I really must be going. Best of luck, and all that." [Adrien smiles and offers his hand for a goodbye handshake.] Adrien: “Same to you. If I get eliminated and you’re still in it, I’ll be rooting for you.” [She reciprocates the handshake and then gives Adrien a casual wave goodbye.] Jane: "Thanks, friend." [Adrien smiles, as Jane heads to her locker room. Adrien grabs his guitar pick.] Adrien: “Well, she seems nice. I’m going to play one more verse before I go back.” [Adrien begins to strum the same four chords as before.] #Boston and Brooks is a sure fight #Jackson and Ed will take out lights #No worries, there shall be no bore #As we begin the Crown of War ----- Angus: Are you fucking serious? DDK: What? Angus: Didn't that little snot just beat up a referee in II? DDK: Well, no, not really, he did push him though. Angus: I CALL SHENANIGANS! DDK: Why? Angus: Because that was eight minutes of drivel and bad song-writing, and now I have a headache. DDK: Then let's get to something else, shall we? ----- [Backstage.] [A WWA reporter stands in the loading dock area dressed in a tuxedo. All is quiet behind him. No stagehands looking for screen time, no moving of equipment as Crown of War was now on the air. The reporter starts his segment.] Reporter: "The rumors that have been spreading on the Internet have so far been true. Crown of War participant Cobra has yet to arrive at the arena with his match starting shortly. There should be no surprise that the leader of the Serpentalists is not showing up tonight as the scandal around the Secaucus School Shooting continues to heighten and center around the Church of the Serpent. It is safe to say that the Crown of War match will either have a surprise entrant or will be one wrestler short." [A black stretch limo makes the turn outside and enters through the service entrance of the arena and comes to a halt close by the reporter.] Reporter: "It appears we have a surprise guest. We already know that Eric Dane and Victor Mandrake are in the building! Could this be Cobra showing up for his match?" [The driver of the limo gets out and makes the long walk down the side of the car and reaches the back door. Professionally, he opens the door as the cameraman walks around the reporter and takes a low angle shot of the open door just in time to catch the first foot of the man stepping out. The camera slowly pans up as the man gets out of the car and stands there for a moment for dramatic effect. The camera continues to pan up, showing the man’s tattered jeans and then the man’s skin tight HRW t-shirt, and finally the infamous mask of Cobra.] [Cobra starts to walk towards the locker room area as the reporter tries to keep pace and interview the man.] Reporter: "Cobra. Will you be participating in tonight’s Crown of War match?" [Cobra does not acknowledge him.] Reporter: "What of the scandal involving your church and the school shooting in New Jersey?" [Again Cobra does not acknowledge him.] Reporter: "Is there any truth in the rumors that you had been in contact with the gunman prior to the shooting?" [Cobra reaches the end of the loading area and the door that will lead to the locker rooms. He stops at the door and slowly turns his head towards the reporter.] Cobra: "The child’s name was Cary Weiss and I will be wrestling tonight. Everything else will be addressed later." [Cobra opens the door and exits the loading dock area and heads to the locker rooms leaving the reporter at the door with his microphone still angled out to where Cobra was standing.] ----- Angus: You know, I'll bet that slimy fuck brainwashed the Weiss kid. DDK: Oh stop it! The "incident" in Secaucus is a tragedy, and while I might tolerate a lot out of you, I won't sit here and let you make light of it! Angus: Pfft, whatever. Cobra's a dick. ----- [The announcer stepped through the ring ropes, microphone in hand, bow tie around his neck. He was in a rather nice, if totally plain suit. Slicked back hair, a bright, fake smile plastered on his lips, shoes shined up all nice... The very essence of corporate flunky.] "Ladies and gentlemen... I am proud to announce that attendance for this year's "Crown of War" pay-per-view event stands at..." [He paused, pulling a note-card from his pocket.] "48 thousand, 5 hundred and 70 attendees!" [The crowd lit up, as the announcer smiled brightly.] "From the World Wrestling Alliance to all of you, we wish to thank each and everyone of you for coming out this evening, and coming to-" [He is cut off.] "Excuse me..." [The house curtains parted, as out from the back stepped one of the representatives here tonight from the Silver State Battleground. The potential future Double Crown champion, Boston Bancroft, looked pretty good. Clean-shaven, except for that goatee and mustache. His head was shaven smooth, eyes hidden behind those typical sunglasses that he wore so often.] "But I have an official announcement to make of my own." [Boston grinned, brushing off the shoulder of his leather bomber jacket.] "You see... I am out here to congratulate you all. Congratulations, Torontonians! Congratulations to all of Canada! By the power vested in me as a black man living in Barack Obama's America..." "I hereby claim all of Canada as a protectorate of the United States of America." [Boston took a moment, as the confused crowd murmured to itself.] "To all those who don't follow... Being all of you... am officially declaring the irrelevant and pointless nation of Canada a subsidiary, a territory, you could say, of the USA." [Boston paused for a moment as boos rained down on him. He smirked, wiping at his chin with his thumb.] "You see, you are all completely and utterly irrelevant. From your brightest celebrities to your lamest athletes... Like Chris Cannon... To all two of your brave troops deployed to the Middle East, who are right now guarding the Men's Bathroom in the diplomat's hotel in Baghdad, who sacrifice their safety and freedom to ensure that the diplomats never run low on toilet paper... "Every Canadian citizen exists for no good reason at all. Canada's a joke, and everyone's laughing but you. But don't worry! The US will bravely soldier on and absorb all of your inbred, syrup-sucking, hockey-playing, beaver-worshipping fat asses into itself, and we will use the boost in manpower to continue policing the world, as the US has been forced to do for the past fifty years by weak-ass nations... "Like Canada." [Boston snickered, as the crowd continued to boo him, the chorus of boos getting louder and louder as he continued to insult them.] "It's not like we don't have a shortage of other fat inbred useless folks. You'll all fit right in! Minnesota, Michigan, and all the other states that border Canuckistan, as well as all of the South are exactly like you useless chucklefucks." [Boston took a moment to collect his thoughts and someone in the crowd began a chant which quickly picked up steam. "GO HOME! GO HOME!", they chanted, and Boston just laughed.] "Oh, I plan to do just that, as soon as I'm done with my business here... And that brings me to my second point. "Justin Brooks." [A cheer went up at the name of the brave Double Crown Champion, the firefighter who wouldn't stay down, no matter the odds.] "You see, I have been pretty friendly with Justin, recently. Almost like... I actually like the guy. Which is kinda true. You all may have seen the tag match... "And the so-called rap battle. "But the kid gloves are off now, Justin. No more rap battles, no more me wanting to cooperate with you and work together. No more me trying to be all buddy buddy. You see, I've wanted to keep this thing between us from getting personal, like so many other matches. I don't hate you... "But I do pity you. There's so much pressure on you to perform, to put on a good show so these useless fucking mongoloid fans would cheer you, love you, and support you..." [The latter half of that last sentence was pretty much drowned out by the boos of said "useless fucking mongoloid fans". They didn't... really like being called that.] "Why? Because you appreciate them for coming to see the show? Because they pay your check? "They pay my check too, Justin. And I still hate every one of them." [Another fresh chorus of boos shot out, but Boston stepped forward, jabbing an accusatory finger at the fans.] "Yeah, you heard me! I hate all of you! It's your fault that wrestlers die from steroid abuse, juicing to try and get you to cheer their physiques and get more cash! It's your fault that wrestlers get pain pill addictions, trying to wrestle as much as possible to get over with you pieces of shit, and all your fault when good wrestlers don't get the respect they deserve!" [Boston took another step forward, finger roving through the crowd as they laid in with their boos. They had nothing to do with that shit, they just came to see some dudes fight! Right?] "So boo me! I'm gonna boo all of you right back in my heart, my mind and my soul as I fight Brooks! Every kick, every punch, and every hold I use tonight is specifically going to be aimed at sending all of you home unhappy! "Brooks... This beating is nothing personal. But I'm not gonna let these fucking FANS go home happy. It might be a damn good match, but that title absolutely has to come back to Vegas with me in order to make all these losers sad... "And that's what is gonna mean the most to me tonight." [Boston dropped the mike, a burst of static hissing over the house speakers as a hand went to his elbow joint, fist clenched, as he told every fan exactly where they could shove those boos. War Pigs hit the speakers, blaring those totally awesome riffs, as Boston turned on his heel, and marched through the curtains without a glance backwards.] ----- DDK: Wow. Just... wow. Angus: I know, right? DDK: I can't believe one man could disrespect that many people in under five minutes. Angus: It's an art form. DDK: It's a mockery! Angus: That's sort of what we do, you know... DDK: I can't believe you sometimes. ----- [Angel of Death arrives at the Air Canada Centre, bags in hand, Black Widow shortly behind him. As he approaches, the cameraman stops him.] AOD: "What? I don't have time. In case you've forgotten, I've got the Crown of War match ahead of me. Excuse me." [AOD pushes past the cameraman, but Black Widow stops.] Widow: "Look. The Crown of War match is pretty big. He's honored to have been invited, and a little annoyed that he's not even on the top 5 list of potential winners. He's got a lot to prove in a little bit of time in which to do it. Allow him a bit of extended focus, will you?" [Pause.] Widow: "This is more than being named Warlord, which frankly just brings back bad memories of a silver helmet and a scepter with a giant W on it. It's for the opportunity to personally select your Summer Games team. For someone as dedicated to HRW as my husband, that prize is much more enticing than some pointless footnote of a moniker. AOD's not here for Angel of Death. He's here for Hudson River Wrestling, and everyone within. So yeah, he's going to do whatever he can to win the match. If he doesn't, he doesn't. But that's not going to prevent him from giving his all and doing as much damage as he possibly can while he's out there." [Pause.] Widow: "So bring your Cobras, your Jack Amethysts, your Kevin DuMauriers, it doesn't matter who it is. Heads will roll tonight, as the honor of HRW is at stake. If AOD can't win this match, you want to bet that he'll do whatever it takes for Adrien Cochrane or the aforementioned DuMaurier to bring the prize home to HRW. The rest of the WWA needs to be on alert. HRW is the flagship for a reason. AOD will make sure it stays that way. Don't say we didn't warn you." [She pushes past the cameraman and follows where her husband disappeared into the backstage area.] [Fade.] ----- Angus: And it's about to go from bad... DDK: Don't go there. Angus: ...to worse. DDK: *sigh* You went there. ----- “What is happening here?” [Blue Collar is slowly walking down a hall in the backstage of the arena. This is Crown of War, in case you didn’t know. Oh, and it’s pronounced Pee Aye, like the letters.] “Something is going on.” [Something of course is always going on, but tonight it’s something noteworthy. It’s the second installment of Crown of War. This time last year Serbo was about to walk out the door as the first Warlord, and who knows maybe the big man could make his presence felt tonight.] “That’s not quite clear.” [Yeah I know no one can really understand all these rules and what not to the match, but hey that’s life.] “Somebody turn on the light.” [All of the lights are on.] “We’re gonna have a party.” [Of course we are. Blue Collar is on his way to the parking lot where he’s going to host the first international incident of his Blue Collar Dance Club.] “It’s starting tonight.” [It is in fact starting tonight...the road to Summer Games. It’s only the biggest and best pay per view ever, ever, ever, ever in history. So think about that.] “Oh what a feeling!” [Blue Collar is bopping his head in time to the music that is in his headphones, should’ve mentioned that before right?] “When we're dancing on the ceiling.” [Lionel Ritchie, gotta love it, his daughter is kind of hot and he produced a few memorable songs.] “The room is hot...that’s good.” [It is a little warm in the back of the arena. The heat is probably cranked because this is Canada the frozen tundra and all that.] “Some of my friends came.” [That isn’t true for Blue all his friends are back in Pittsburgh. He didn’t even tell them that he was going to wrestle. He told them he had some job offer. A little white lie never hurt anyone.] “By from the neighborhood.” [Okay...] “People were starting.” [Yeah they’ve already started gathering in the parking lot. I mean this thing could end up getting out of control.] “To climb the walls.” [Now that’s just bizarre behavior.] “Ooh it looks like everybody.” [...] “Is having a ball.” [Hell yeah.] [Blue turns the corner and we lose him, he’s off to prepare for the match but after that win or lose guess what...it’s Blue Collar PA’s Dance Party, the International Incident Edition, but spell Edition with an I, so we can have a cool alliteration concept going on.] ----- Angus: ... DDK: That was Blue Collar PA! Angus: What fucking universe is he from? DDK: Pittsburgh. Angus: That explains it. DDK: Well, my format here says we're going back to here from Adr- Angus: FUCK THAT! DDK: What? Angus: We already heard from that twat, and the show has barely been going on for ten minutes. We already have to hear from him again? DDK: It's the format. Angus: It's shitty fucking booking. DDK: *shrug* It's the format. ----- “Just a few more minutes until show time!” [The excited voice of Adrien Cochrane, one of the twelve competitors in the upcoming Crown of War match, echoes through the backstage hallway. Adrien, oblivious to the cameras, starts showing signs of extreme excitement by walking backwards, mumbling songs under his breath, and swaying his arms in an almost dancing manner. As soon as he turns the corner, he immediately starts calmly walking down the hallway, where he immediately sees a familiar face.] Adrien: “Justin Brooks?” [Justin Brooks.] [The Double Crown Champion] [Dressed in a pair of black mesh shorts and his worn gray SYRACUSE hoodie over his large frame smiles as he holds the WWA Double Crown Title over his shoulder.] Brooks: "Adrien Cochrane. Are you ready for this? This is what you've been training for. And personally I'm rooting for you but I'm going to be real with you the odds are against you. You got what it takes to walk out of Crown of War a brand new man?" [Adrien, still wearing the Ramones t-shirt he had on earlier but with a pair of track pants on with it, smirks at the WWA Double Crown Champion.] Adrien: “I really believe so. I got my Ramones shirt that I’m 4-0 in, and I’ve never felt this confident in my entire career. I want to thank you for slapping some sense into me.” [Justin can't help but chuckle and shakes his head. He reached out and placed a hand on Adrien’s shoulder gently.] Brooks: "Whatever it takes, man. Whatever it takes. Remember that...as long as you can look yourself in the mirror in the morning, you do what it takes climb the mountain. And let no man tell you different. You're a good kid and you got a shitload of talent, I'm just glad that you finally realize it and finally want to realize it. After Crown of War is over and you still feel as if you have something else to prove, call me...and we'll set something up." [Adrien chuckles himself, then slowly realizes the end of Justin’s statement.] Adrien: “Wait, do you mean…?” [Adrien points to the shiny golden belt across Brooks’s shoulder.] [Justin only shrugs his shoulders and smiles.] Brooks: "Let's see how Crown of War pans out and we'll go from there. I don't want to make a promise I can't keep. But at the same time, if you still got eyes for it and if it's still on my shoulder, I don't see why can't really see who's the better out of the two." [Adrien remembers that the last time the two men were in the ring, it ended in a draw that gave both a very bitter taste in their mouth.] Adrien: “That’s definitely understandable. But I’m sure you can beat Boston. You’re extremely talented athlete yourself, and you have that belt right there for a very good reason.” Brooks: "Well, I hope so and pretty soon we're going to find out for sure. But win, lose, or God-Forbid Draw...the Double Crown isn't going to define my career but I'm going to define the Double Crown. I got 5 months underneath my reign as the Double Crown Champion and I'm hoping for at least 7 more because when it's all said and done when someone says the Double Crown, my name won't be far after it." [Adrien chuckles.] Adrien: “Hey, a few more months and maybe you can break Eduardo Domingo’s record.” Brooks: "After a few more months...Domingo will be nothing but an after thought." [Adrien laughs once again. He pats the former HRW Prestige Champion on the shoulder.] Adrien: “Just make sure you take it to Boston out there tonight.” [Justin just chuckles as he turns to make his way down the hallway towards his locker room.] Brooks: "You say it like I was going to do something different." [Adrien smiles.] Adrien: “Never doubted. Talk to you later, man.” [By the time Adrien spoke those last few words, Justin Brooks was already gone. Adrien turned back to the hallway where he was heading to the entrance of the arena.] Adrien: “Lucky Ramones shirt: check. Wrestling track pants: check. Correct shoes: check. Person that I might be able to work with: check. Will and confidence to finally make a name for myself and win something for once: CHECK! Crown of War, HERE I COME!!” ----- Angus: Seriously, didn't he turn heel LAST FUCKING WEEK IN II! DDK: Do you have to keep harping on- Angus: YES! DDK: Why? Angus: Logical. Episodic. Booking. That's all I ask. DDK: Ha. You ask for something every time you turn your brain on. Angus: Shutup, I'm a broadcast journalist. ----- [Backstage.] [A black WWA banner hangs in the background. Standing in front of the banner is Cobra, the head of the Church of the Serpent and reincarnation of their god Jormungand. Cobra is dressed in his wrestling attire of a full body suit and trademark mask. He stares into the camera with his game face and awaits a cue from the cameraman. Once he gets it, he starts to speak.] Cobra: "Over the last week or so, there have been a lot of allegations, there have been a lot of rumors, and there have been a lot of crazy stories that spread throughout society. Tonight, I come to answer the allegations, stop the rumors and correct the crazy stories." [Cobra pauses briefly, trying to think of the best way to continue, with the correct words so that he cannot be misquoted later.] Cobra: "Cary Weiss was not the crazed gunman that walked into John Glenn High School and started shooting students at random. Cary Weiss was not evil. Cary Weiss was not filled with the evil and sins that this world is consumed with. Cary Weiss was not the monster that the media has made him out to be. Cary Weiss was the victim. "It is true; Cary Weiss did contact the Church of the Serpent. He was looking for answers. He was seeking help. We did what we thought was best. We gave him the answers that not only did he need to hear, but the answers that were the truth. Cary Weiss was a special boy. He was going to be a major help in our salvation. He was going to help us rebuild society in the eyes of Jormungand. But now that has been taken away from us. "Cary is just another victim to lose the battle against the sins and evil of this world. He is another victim in this long war. He can not be forgotten. He will not be forgotten. Tonight, I wrestle in the Crown of War match, something that pales in comparison to the fight that Cary has just lost. Tonight, I wrestle in his honor and I dedicate this match to his memory. "Tonight I face off against 11 sinners. Tonight I face off against 11 men consumed with the evil in this world. The odds are stacked up against, much like the odds of the holy in this war of good against evil. And much like that war, we will have the same result. Good will triumph over evil. Jormungand will lead us to victory in this war, much like I will lead my team to victory at Summer Games. "Whoever I actually face in the ring tonight, be it Curtis Penn, Nick Journey, Jack Amethyst or even Adrien Cochrane, the end result will be the same. They will pay for their sins. They will be punished for their evil doings. They will be the latest sacrifice in this long hard struggle between good and evil. "A week ago, we lost a truly amazing child in Cary Weiss. A kid that would have changed the world for the better. Tonight, I get my revenge and I will take eleven men as compensation. I will make those eleven men pay the debt that is owed for the sacrifice of Cary Weiss. Tonight I honor Cary’s name and I will become Warlord of the WWA." [The camera fades with Cobra staring into it.] ----- Angus: What flavor Kool-aid do you think they serve out at the Church of the Serpent? DDK: ANGUS! Angus: I'm serious. That motherfucker is running a snake-worshipping cult, helter skelter and all of that. DDK: You just can't keep it shut, can you? Angus: I refuse. DDK: Well, it's time to get the action started, it's time to crown a WARLORD of the World Wrestling Alliance! ----- Crown of War II Match [All twelve competitors for the Crown of War were guided down to ringside to the triumphant sounds of ancient Rome, recalling the previous Crown of War and Victor Mandrake himself. In accordance with the rules, all twelve of the warriors were handed a card, face down, each containing a number, inside of the ring, our announcer for the evening had the lights drawn down around him, as he became spotlighted for the big moment.] [He waited for a moment, He called out the number seven, and Curtis Penn slid in to the ring.] [He called out the number six, and The Angel of Death climbed in.] [He called out the number one, and Jimmy Riley found himself entered in to the fray.] [And finally he called out the number four, Parker Smith ventured in to the ring.] [Parker not hesitating got in the face of Curtis Penn, and a shoving match ensued as the ring announcer ambled out of the ring and Penn and Smith began to exchange hard blows, matching one another blow for blow while Riley and Angel of Death looked on. Neither man wanted to be out of the fray and they both found themselves brawling with the two brawlers apart! Riley with Penn and Angel of Death with Smith!] [Smith found himself quickly planted with a leaping tornado DDT, right as Riley was staggered with a hard kick to the leg, clutching at his leg, he ducked a hard yakuza kick attempt from Penn which instead met the back of the angel of death's head collapsing him to the mat! Riley quickly rolled up Penn for the first cover of the evening!] ONE ... [Smith back to his feet clutching his head pulled the upstart off of his former team, tossing the smaller man aside and trying to pull Penn back to his feet found himself hit with a hard backfist to the stomach, Smith refused to feel the pain and instead both men started exchanging blows AGAIN! Angel of Death incensed at being struck so blindly grabbed Penn from behind, and tried to lift him for a quick elimination with the Going Home! But Riley shoved Smith in to the Angel of Death in a modified two man tackle taking both men down! Riley pulled Parker Smith from the human rubble and quickly executed a bridging German suplex and held on for the pin!] ONE ... TWO ... [Smith kicked out, and as Riley sat up, he found himself struck by an impromptu Shining Wizard! Curtis Penn quickly leapt in with an aggressive seated side headlock on the Angel of Death, determined to slow down the action, Smith had other ideas he delivered a hard kick to the legs as Angel of Death worked Penn to his feet, Penn not relinquishing the hold slammed the Angel of Death down to the mat! Riley once again snuck behind Smith, but this time Smith fired with a back mule kick sending Riley crashing back in to the ropes! Smith quickly re-focused his attention to lining up a kick on Penn when Riley who had used the momentum off of the ropes crushed Parker Smith with a Northern Lariat!] [He rolled the limp body of Smith in to a pinfall!] ONE ... TWO ... [Curtis Penn let go of the headlock!] THREE! **Parker Smith is eliminated by Jimmy Riley in 7:25** [Edward White slid in to the ring, choosing himself for Parker Smith, and also not waiting for the referee to revive Smith long enough to choose! He went right to work stomping the toes of all three men before delivering a succession of eye pokes, bowing to the crowd after performing his deeds! Penn being the nominal tough guy made short work of White's Celebration with a belly to back take-down, the two superstars stumbling in to one another and trading blows, both thinking the other was actually White!] [Penn set to work on White, quickly moving to a seated armbar, and attempting to stretch White in direction neither he nor his body intended to go, with Riley and Angel of Death finally realizing neither was actually Ed White, both resumed fighting anyways under the pretense the other should have known! White ever the optimist did find the ropes, and Penn was reluctant to give the hold up, but finally did.] [Angel of Death attempted to come in from behind for a DDT, but Penn sensed he was there and met him head on for an armbar take down! Riley found himself ready to strike down Edward White! The crowd roared with approval! But White dropped to his knees, and Riley, wise to one of wrestling's oldest trick, wasn't falling for it!] [White hopped to his feet, and quickly reached in to his tights and pulled out a wad of cash! Riley dropped his fist and took the money, quickly turning around to count it! White struck hard, with a thunderous low blow! He followed up with the stock market drop!] ONE ... TWO ... THREE! **Jimmy Riley is eliminated by Edward White at 12:03** [White quickly collected his bank role, and laughed as Riley was rolled out of the ring! Riley weakly pointed at Kevin DuMaurier, who slid in, and was immediately met by an onslaught from White, trying to make sure DuMaurier didn't have even a moment to get his bearings.] [The two HRW stars began to exchange blows, DuMaurier slugging it out with White, as haymakers of lefts and rights landed from both individuals. DuMaurier managed to gain the upper hand, catching White with a stunning right hook that staggered him. DuMaurier then nailed White with a reverse atomic drop, before sending him to the mat with a clothesline.] [Angel of Death got out of the hold Penn had on him, and battled the former World tag team champion in the corner. A solid elbow to Penn's chin stunned him, allowing Angel of Death to join DuMaurier in a double team of the current HRW champion, White.] [With a double Irish whip, DuMaurier and AoD sent White barreling toward the ropes. White rebounded off them, and was met with a double clothesline from DuMaurier and AoD. The duo began to put the boots to White, before Penn, his bearings regained, charged in and leveled AoD with a forearm smash to the back of the head.] [DuMaurier kept his assault on White going, dropping down on top of the HRW champ, and raining lefts and rights onto his chin. DuMaurier got up off of White, then with a swift boot to the mid-section, doubled White over. DuMaurier followed up with a nicely executed DDT.] [DuMaurier made a pin attempt on White.] ONE ... TWO ... [No! White with a kickout at the last moment.] [Penn and Angel of Death continued to grapple by the ropes, as AoD came close to flipping Penn over the top rope, but Penn was able to battle his way out of it with a couple of solid elbows to the side of AoD's jaw.] [DuMaurier hoisted White up off the mat, and with an Irish whip, sent him into the opposite ropes. DuMaurier charged in after him, looking to nail him once again with a clothesline. But White held on tight to the ropes, halting his momentum completely. Enraged, DuMaurier charged at White, looking to punish him for his sneaky tactic. Instead, White ducked at the last moment, and DuMaurier's momentum carried him over the top rope.] **Kevin DuMaurier is eliminated by Edward White at 15:15** [DuMaurier scanned the remaining competitors, and pointed at the sole female athlete in the match, Jane. She slid in to the ring thinking of coming in a house of fire, but instead was met with the boots of the Angel of Death and Curtis Penn, while White seemingly felt the need to talk business strategy with the ref, even going so far as to bribe him! The ref however, felt it his unbiased duty to administer a FIVE count until the money was put away.] [The crowd feeling the right moment began a "holy shit!" chant as Jane and Penn had managed to regain their feet and engage in an intense lock up wrestling hard to the mat and back to their feet, neither competitor willing to give an inch! It quickly switched to a Greco-Roman knuckle lock, their arms twisting and untwisting, Penn finally getting the back heel trip on her, taking her down to the mat! Jane bridged as White unceremoniously took care of the Angel of Death with a foot stamp in to a drop toe hold maneuver, leapt on the back of Penn as he leapt on to break Jane's bridge! Both men covered her!] ONE ... TWO ... THREE! **Jane is eliminated by Curtis Penn and Edward White at 16:35** [White leapt off Penn's back and went to give him a high five! Penn was not amused! His finger found the chest of White repeatedly in a thumping motion as the crowd ROARED! Meanwhile, Blue Collar Pa hopped on to the ring apron and started dancing! Angel of Death leapt from the top rope and took out both Edward White and Curtis Penn with a huge splash! He leapt to his feet to be met with some theatrical elbow shots from Blue!] [The crowd chanted "Blue!" as he now traded shots back and forth on The Angel of Death AND Curtis Penn! Ed White was once again content to watch from the safety away from the action, but Blue with some fancy moves got his hands on White! More theatrical punching as the crowd counted everyone followed!] [Penn and the Angel of Death traded forearm shots meanwhile, neither man willing to give up an inch, the Angel of Death, whipped Penn towards the ropes who reversed it! Angel of Death spring boarded backwards off of the middle rope and hit a back elbow on Penn! NO! Penn caught The Angel of Death with a hard German Suplex!] ONE ... TWO ... [Edward White makes the save?! The crowd was in shock, as he dusted himself off, Blue Collar Pa, getting up from an ill timed eye rake, charged at White, White being a stockbroker knew it was coming and instead tripped Pa ...] [Who turned it into a suave cartwheel in to a strut! White was beside himself! And then floored by a high kick from Penn!] [Penn with another cover! ONE ... [Angel of Death Pulled Penn off!] [Penn SLAPPED the Angel of Death in the mouth, pointing at White and yelling at him! Blue Collar Pa leaned in with a double head knock on both men! A meeting of the minds! Pa followed up with a DOUBLE Russian leg sweep on both men! White, back on his feet, grabbed the intertwined ankles and went for a TRIPLE cover!] ONE ... [All three men SHOT White off of them, and he flopped around the ring like a fish out of water! Angel of Death, Curtis Penn, and Blue Collar Pa all went right after White, who had the bank roll out again! Pa slapped it out of his hands! Penn lined up a head shot styled kick! But Angel of Death put his arm across his chest, calling him off! Angel of Death measured him for a dropkick! But Blue Collar Pa called him off! He pointed to the other two men, who all nodded, white got back to his feet and began dusting himself off until ALL THREE men hit him simultaneously with a punch!] [White once again flopped around the mat as Pa went for the high fives, and neither of the other men were in a jovial mood, Penn firing off a kick to his leg and Angel of Death hitting Penn quickly with a DDT, Pa rubbing his leg, dropped his other good leg on to Edward White and hooked the leg for a cover.] ONE ... TWO ... [White looked ready to kick out!] THREE! [But not before a hard head stomp from Curtis Penn!] [Edward White groggily tried to argue the count, but the referee remembering the earlier attempt at a bribe let it go!] **Edward White is eliminated by Blue Collar Pa at 28:56** [Adrien Cochrane slid in to the ring behind the dancing Pa and shoved him to the ground laying in a barrage of fists! Angel of Death sensed a strong opportunity to take a risk and springboard up to the top rope... [ONLY TO BE SHOVED OFF to the floor by Curtis Penn!] **Angel of Death is eliminated by Curtis Penn at 30:00** [Jack Amethyst, sick of playing by the rules, slid in to the ring, WITH A CHAIR! The referee hoped between Amethyst and the competitors but was shoved rudely out of the way! Adrien looked up from the top of Pa...] [CRACK!] [And a Steel chair was found wrapped around his head! Amethyst shrugged and spun for a discuss elbow blow on the stunned Curtis Penn, but he blocked! Amethyst like a dervish whirled again and this time leveled the Blue Collared one! Penn retaliated with a hard kick to Amethyst's arm and snap-mared him over, following in with a stiff thudding boot to Amethyst's spine! Amethyst stood up and spit in Penn's FACE!] [Penn once again went with the snap-mare! Amethyst slid forward avoiding back kick and throwing up a middle finger! ONLY TO CATCH A SHOT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD!] [Penn moved in for the cover, but Blue took him down with a double leg take down as Cochrane was finding his feet, chair still over his head!] [Cobra finally tired of wasting away outside of the ring came in with a vengeance, mowing down Cochrane and Blue Collar Pa, and the Dazed Amethyst! Journey realizing he was completely left out sprung to the apron with fire and shot himself in with a rolling top on Penn, only to meet eye to eye with Cobra! He fired an elbow at the big man, and suddenly found himself on the mat with the other four men! Cobra pulled up Blue Collar Pa and Locked in the COBRA CLUTCH!] [Pa refused to give it up, fighting valiantly to grab the ropes, Cobra pulled him back to the middle of the ring though!] [PA pushed back with his weight and Cobra refused to relinquish the hold! PA trying to desperately get a foot on the ropes!] [COBRA'S SHOULDERS WERE PINNED!] ONE ... TWO ... [COBRA ROLLED ON TO HIS SIDE! But wouldn't break the hold! PA had stopped fighting! THE REF CALLED FOR THE SUBMISSION!] **Blue Collar Pa is eliminated by Cobra at 36:23** [Cochrane in a fit of rage blood streaming down his face from the chair shot, charged at Cobra, a flying elbow coming his way! Cobra shook it off! Amethyst made it clear it was all Penn at this point, and as Soon as Penn stepped up to measure Cobra up for a kick, Amethyst pulled him down by the head!] [The crowd booed this turn of events as Amethyst started dropping elbows to the chest of Penn! Hopping to his feet and greeting his jeering public he measured him for a moonsault! But he had forgotten about Cobra! Who stepped over Penn and caught him mid air! And spiked him on his head with a a belly to belly pile driver!] [The crowd chanted "Holy shit!" as Cobra covered.] ONE ... TWO ... [COBRA BROKE THE PIN HIMSELF!] [CRACK!] [Cochrane takes down the cult leader with a chair! Cochrane turns his attention to Curtis Penn, He misses the chair shot! Back heel kick to the stomach! Journey with a Bulldog Take down!] [PENN WITH A PUNT TO JOURNEY'S HEAD! A Cover!] ONE ... TWO ... [Journey Kicks out! Cochrane pulls Penn off of Journey and plants him with a DDT! Cobra grabs Adrien from behind with a head vice! And Levels the small man with a headbutt! Cochrane goes down as Cobra faced down Jack Amethyst and Curtis Penn! Both men, working with similar goals in mind struck him simultaneously with a discus elbow strike and stiff sternum kick! Cobra Went down, and the alliance was short as Penn received an eye rake for his trouble!] [Journey regaining his feet executed and caught Amethyst with a tilt-a-whirl powerbomb! He went for the cover! As Adrien climbed the top rope!] ONE ... TWO ... [Amethyst kicked out! Journey up to his feet was caught with a Dragon Rana by Cochrane!] ONE ... TWO ... THREE! **Nick Journey is eliminated by Adrien Cochrane at 43:10.** [The crowd was in shock as Adrien celebrated being in the final four! A bit too much perhaps as he was quickly caught turning around by Penn's your face is fucked! Penn hit it with such force it turned Adrien inside out!] [Penn went for the cover!] ONE ... TWO ... THREE! [NO! Jack Amethyst broke the pin fall! Penn once again has no clue as to what the deal is with Amethyst, but he finds out when a low blow proceeds a hard elbow strike! Adrien woozily found his feet and stumbled right in to Cobra! Cobra grabbed Adrien by the throat! Amethyst seeing his shot, hit the ropes and dove in from behind!] [Pancaking Cobra on top of Cochrane with the Jacked UP I! Cobra rolled off of Cochrane who was picked up by Amethyst! He played to the Crowd and hit his rolling cutter, Adrien's feet spinning conveniently in to Cobra's masked face! Amethyst covered! NO ADRIEN ROLLED THROUGH!] [SMALL PACKAGE!] ONE ... TWO ... [AMETHYST KICKED OUT!] [And he was furious! He pulled the groggy Cochrane to his feet again! ANOTHER JACKED UP!] [NOOOO!] [Penn executed another Your Face is Fucked! Amethyst is down! Cochrane hit a low blow on PENN! The crowd booed in shock. He rolled Penn up with a schoolboy!] ONE ... TWO ... [Penn kicked out! Amethyst back to his feet, grabbed Cochrane and hoisted him on to his shoulders ...] [SAN DIEGO SUNRISE!] ONE ... TWO ... THREE! **Adrien Cochrane has been eliminated by Jack Amethyst at 51:00** [Amethyst found his feet and time to rub it in the crowd's face. And he found time to be locked in the Cobra Clutch, Amethyst looked desperately at Penn, who was sweating heavy from the exertion of being in the match for close to an hour, Amethyst flailed about trying to strike the masked cult leader from his position, but Cobra just inched him back to the middle of the ring, not yielding to the attempts to break the hold by the smaller man!] [Amethyst tried to find a base but Cobra just lifted the man up!] [Penn had finally had enough of this.] [Cobra's masked expression almost dared Penn to make a move, and reaching in to the old Chimera play book.] [He hit Amethyst with a high kick to the head with laser like precision!] [Amethyst went limp in the big man's arms, who wouldn't relinquish the hold!] [The ref lifted Amethyst's arms three times and in succession they dropped!] **Jack Amethyst has been eliminated by Cobra at 54:21** [And then there were two.] [Penn clearly in the worse shape from being the second contestant drawn was faced with a much fresher Cobra, and Penn was not one to back down from the challenge!] [He came in a sweaty house of fire! Kick's reigned like lightning in to the thigh of Cobra! Who merely shoved the smaller man away with a pie face!] [Penn refused to back down and immediately struck him with a YOUR FACE IS FUCKED! The big man toppled!] ONE ... TWO ... THREE! [NO COBRA GOT A SHOULDER UP! The crowd was in disbelief! Penn pulled him to his feet, breathing heavily, and hit the ropes again! He leapt!] [NO! he was caught by Cobra! Powerbomb! Cobra picked Penn up again! ANOTHER Powerbomb, and Penn was picked up a third time! And charges forward! SNAKEBITE!] ONE ... TWO ... THREE! [NO! Penn got an arm on the ropes!] [Cobra picked up Penn and wrenched him away from the ropes and covered again!] ONE ... TWO ... [Penn Kicked out!] [The crowd came alive! Cobra pulled Penn up with every intention of locking the Cobra clutch in! But Penn mustered a twisting enzuigiri! Cobra Staggering, Penn followed up with a high kick that toppled Cobra in to the ropes!] [Penn charged in with a running knee strike, and Cobra fell out to the floor!] [Penn bounced off of the opposite ropes and dove between the first and second ropes! Striking Cobra hard in to the guardrail! With no count the referee was left only to deliver admonishments to both men! Penn pulled Cobra out of the guardrail and rolled him back in to the ring and slid under the bottom rope in following him. Penn pulling Cobra to his feet and tried to whip the cult leader in to the corner but Cobra resisted instead turning Penn inside out with a lariat!] [Cobra picked up Penn and AGAIN hit the Snakebite but instead of slamming him in to the mat he slammed Penn in to the corner! Penn stumbling out was hit with a big powerbomb again, and this time Cobra slid forward with a prawn hold putting all of his weight on Penn's shoulders!] ONE ... TWO ... THREEE! [DING, DING, DING!] **Curtis Penn is eliminated by Cobra at 1:05:02** “Your winner! And the 2009 Warlord ... COBRA!” ----- DDK: WOW! Angus: Are you kidding me? DDK: I mean, just, WOW! Angus: Like I said half an hour ago, WOULD SOMEBODY PLEASE GET CURTIS PENN OUT OF THE FUCKING RING! DDK: Yeah, well, he's lying on the mat exhausted right now! Angus: Pussy. DDK: The man just wrestled for over an hour, and to end it off went toe to toe with the man who only a few weeks ago was the World Champion, and you're calling him names? Angus: Christ yes! DDK: Why? Angus: I'm still pissed off he got that DQ win on Dane in WC:C! DDK: Oh let it go! Angus: NEVER! DDK: Well that was one HELL of a way to start off a Pay-Per-View, but now I'm getting word that the challenger for tonight's Main Event, Eduardo Domingo, is arriving to the arena! Angus: Aren't all wrestlers supposed to be in the building two hours prior to showtime? DDK: Give it a rest, would you? ----- [There's a sudden cut to a shot of the parking lot outside the arena. A white Land Cruiser pulls up around the back of the Air Canada Centre. There's little interest in the late arrival, most of the fans who were gathered outside earlier having already made their way inside. Eduardo Domingo steps out of the vehicle to a nice reaction from the few people who're still around. He goes to the back of the SUV, popping it open and taking out a pair of crutches. Meanwhile the passenger side door of the vehicle opens as Freddy Phoenix begins to gingerly make his exit.] Fan: "Eduardo Domingo... NEXT WORLD CHAMPION BABY!" [Domingo gives a wave to the overzealous fan before heading over to help Freddy out of the SUV. Eduardo hands the crutches to his mentor. Freddy takes a moment to steady himself, looking a little awkward in the process.] Fredd |
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