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[Loud Whistling Noise]

KABOOOOOOOOOOM

[Oooh's and Aaaah's of a capacity packed crowd from the Las Vegas Motor Speedway.]

[The smokey haze begins to lift disappating enough to see that there is a band set up underneath the giant big screen.]

[The Big Screen lights up.]

WWA Productions

presents

SUMMER GAMES

[Total Darkness]

[Blinding white light accompanied by burst of pyro.]

V

[A Drum beat begins]

[The camera's pan over to the band, and the crowd pops when they realize that Jaysen Taylor aka Johnny Rotten is wielding a guitar and standing in front of a microphone.]

Rotten: Are you ready Dan...

[The Big screen flashes to Dan Easton and the rest of  Team SWF, Arms folded across their chests, they pose confidently.]

Rotten: Mike...

[The shot cuts to Mike Bell and Team BWA.  Lycan, Drake, and Twister all lift up one arm into a single Bicep pose.]

Rotten: How about you Jax's...

[Drums now accompanied by cymbals.]

[The big screen changes shots, this time to Jax, and his fellow Team SSW members.  Ronin, Smith, and Saunders all stand determined, oozing with experience.]

Rotten: I know your ready Wolf...

[Team Phoenix, Red Wolf, Shinjiro, and Akamatsu all standing in a fighting stance.]

Rotten: Misery loves company...  Are you ready Az...

[The Angels of Misery flash onto the big screen.  Mike Sloan, Azreal, Terminal Frost, and Matt McClain all sporting frowns on faces that are far too serious.]

Rotten: Now who am I forgetting...  Oh yah..!  How you doin Mikey...

[Team OCW comes forefront to the big screen led by Micheal Lennox.   Sam Horrey, Misty Xiao, and Brigham Smith, all stand in the background.]

Rotten: Alright Fellaz...  Lets Goooooooooooooooo

[The Misfits version of Ballroom Blitz begins to play.]

Rotten: [Singing]

It's been getting so hard
living with the things you do to me... Un huh
                    My dreams are getting so strange                  
I'd like to tell you everything I see... Mmmhmm

[Big Screen Cuts to a shot of Dough Nut aka Dominic Granger winning the WWA Cruiserweight Championship from Joey Tesauro.]

Rotten: [Singing]

Oh...I see a man at the back
as a matter of fact
his eyes are as red as the sun
And a girl in the corner
let no one ignore her
'cause she thinks she's the passionate one

[Cut to a shot of Mr PB and the Sindicate of Evil.  Different shots of the SOE winning the WWA Tag Titles, The Cruiserweight Title, The Heavyweight Title.]

Rotten: [Singing]

Oh yeah it was like lightning,
everybody was frightening
and the music was soothing
and they all started grooving
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[A shot of Eric Cross and Matt McClain seperated by the WWA International Title.]

Rotten: [Singing]

And the man at the back said: "Everyone attack"
and it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said: "Boy I wanna warn you"
and it turned into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz

[Red Wolf and Misawa on one side of the ring, Christian Light, and Joey T on the other.  The referee in the middle holding up the WWA Tag Team Title.]

Rotten: [Singing]

Ballroom Blitz
Ballroom Blitz
Ballroom Blitz
 

[Guitar solo]

[WWA's 2004 Heavyweight Champions]

[Sloan]

[Ulfric]

[Rayne]

[Sloan]

[Red Wolf]

[Diablo]

[Xiao]

[Ulfric]

Rotten: [Singing]

I'm reaching out for something
touching nothing´s all I ever do
I softly call you over
When you appear there's nothing left of you

[Cut to a shot of Johnny Rotten and his band rocking out on the Stage.]

[Flash to a shot of Jeff Fox, dancing...  Badly.]

Rotten: [Singing]

Now the man at the back is ready to crack
as he raises his hands to the sky
And the girl in the corner is everyone's moaner
she could kill you with a wink of her eye

[Misty Xiao Winks]

[Burning Phoenix Puro Logo]

Rotten: [Singing]

Oh yeah, it was electric,
so frightfully hectic
And the band started leaping,
'cause they all stopped breathing
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bayou Wrestling Alliance Logo]

Rotten: [Singing]

And the man at the back said: "Everyone attack"
and it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said: "Boy I wanna warn you"
and it turned into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz

[Outlaw Championship Wrestling Logo]

Rotten: [Singing]

Oh yeah it was like lightning,
everybody was frightening
and the music was soothing
and they all started grooving
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Silver State Wrestling Logo]

Rotten: [Singing]

And the man at the back said: "Everyone attack"
and it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said: "Boy I wanna warn you"
and it turned into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz

[Sadistic Wrestling Logo]

Rotten: [Singing]

WWA Productions presents...Live from the Las Vegas Motor Speedway

George Long- Welcome to the Las Vegas Motor Speedway for the premier event of the year, this is the World Wrestling Alliance and that can only mean one thing folks…..

Garret Reed-That’s right…this is SUMMER GAMES!!!!!!!!

Long: Tonight is about regional pride, alliance gold and the chance to live a dream because the man who walks away tonight as the soul survivor will have the opportunity to face the world heavyweight champion!

Reed-For those who don’t know the history of Summer Games, the men who have gone on to win the games have, without fail gone on to become the world heavyweight champion. Last year it was Ulfric who is coming into this years games to defend the belt, the year before it was Dane and we all know how many times that man has been the king of the mountain.

Long – Summer Games two saw a new champion crowned, in Chilli and we have no doubts that whoever may walk away tonight will soon hold that most coveted gold.

Reed- but first these men must co-exist on teams where the guy standing beside you might very well be your most hated enemy.

Long-stranger things have happened…Stranger things have most certainly happened.

Reed- in previous years we have had an 8 team field, but this year things have been narrowed down a bit, and the rules have been slightly changed. The second round, usually reserved for surviving teams to face each other, will now consist of members of the surviving teams facing off till there is only one man left, those three men, one from each surviving fed, will face off in a three way dance to name this years summer games winner.

Long-Seems to me that the stake shave been raised slightly.

Reed- that they have and I know everyone out there is anxious to kick things off.

[Recorded Earlier Today flashes on the screen.]

Long- what the hell is that?

Reed- guess we’re about to find out!

[We fade up to the crowded parking lot of the Las Vegas motor speedway. A throng cars are waiting to get parked as people didn't want to miss the start of the WWA's biggest event of the year. And this year in the SSW's back yard.]

[A black 68 Camero with heavenly tinted windows pulls up. The window rolls down just enough for a 20 dollar bill to be shoved out the window towards a young man in a bright orange and yellow vest with the words "Parking Attendant" in silver reflective letters. The young man takes the twenty and hands 10 bucks back through the window. No sooner had the ten bucks was past the window. It rolled up, the cars sound system fired back up, "Points of Authority" by Linkin Park blaring.]

[After following several winding paths the Camero is waved into it's parking spot. The thumping of the sound system can still be heard. That is until the car shut off. Slowly the door opens. A black jean covered leg with black doc martins steps out. ]

[The WWA camera crew, can't seem to get a decent angle to show who it is. It's a big man though. Roughly 6'2 260-270ish, shoulder length black hair tied back in a neat pony tail. A red button down shirt with the top few buttons undone. The sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows.]

Man: [His back to the camera] I'll give you two seconds to get that damn camera out of my face. I'm not here for the hell of it. I have business to attend to. So if you don't mind, get that damn camera out of here. Last time I checked, I didn't sign a waver.

[A massive hand reaches out and covers the camera lens.]

[Fade back to ringside.]

Long- who the hell was that?

Reed-don’t know but I sure as hell wouldn’t have wanted to get in his way.

[Cut to the dressing room area.]

[The camera approaches as Sherry and Michael are seated in his dressing room area. His head is hanging down and he is wringing his hands.]

Bell: Sherry, I know that you would much rather be back home for your daddy, but I am glad that you are here with me.

[Sherry manages a smile]

Sherry: Mike, I am here because you need me. Besides, my daddy understands that you need me here and he accepts that.

[He looks up at her]

Bell: But his cancer?

[She takes his hands in hers]

Sherry: You are one of the most caring people that I know. Being here in Las Vegas doesn't mean that you don't care, Jimmy knows why you are here and he accepts it.

[She kneels down in front of him]

Sherry: Besides, he is probably watching this on PPV and he would want you to focus on your matches rather than on him.

[Mike tries to smile]

Bell: You think?

Sherry: I know

[He stands up. A sense of pride has overtaken him]

Bell: You know, your right. I am here, in Las Vegas, and I am about to blow the biggest chance that I have ever had.

Sherry: All he wants you to do is win.

[The camera pans in on his face]

Bell: Then win is what I am going to do. I am going to survive the OCW, I am going to survive the BWA, and I am going to survive the Final Three Way Dance.

[He bends over and kisses Sherry....hard]

Bell: Then, I will leave Las Vegas as the number one contender to the WWA World Heavyweight Championship.

[He then stares at the camera]

Bell: So sit back and enjoy the show Jimmy, I promise you that you won't be disappointed.

[At that moment Tyler Firkus comes walking into the room. Mike Bell then stands up and the two of them shake hands.]

Tyler: Mike, I am ready to go to work.

Bell: Tyler, tonight I won't be given any interviews. Tonight I am going to do ALL of my talking in that ring tonight.

[Tyler Firkus puts his hands on his hips.]

Tyler: Then, what am I supposed to do here tonight?

[Mike Bell gets a serious look on his face. He invited Tyler Firkus to be here tonight because he wanted Tyler to be a part of the event.]

Bell: I asked you to come here so that when you and I finally go to work in the BWA, there won't be any pressure at all. We can step in front of the camera and work as smoothly as we always have.

[Tyler then smiles]

Tyler: You mean when I begin interviewing the new number one contender?

[Mike Bell nods]

Bell: Let's talk business.....

[Camera then fades back to ringside]

Long-Now that’s confidence.

Reed-what you didn’t expect him or any of these other guys not to be. Everyone believes they are going to walk out the winner and that what makes this the most intense night of the year.

Long-speaking of intense it is time for our first match of the evening, for the world Crusierweight title, we have newly crowned champion, Dominic Granger taking on this years Super J winner; Johnny Rotten..

Reed-Granger defeating Joey Tesauro to win the belt and Rotten defeating Tesauro to win the Super J, giving both men the right to claim that title, but there is only one belt, and after tonight, everything will be settled.

Long-My money is on Granger.

Reed- This is Vegas, I’ll take that bet!

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen... From Edmonton Alberta... CANADA..!

[Heart full of black by the Burning Brides begins to play softly in the background.]

Announcer: He weighs in at 98 kg, and stands a full One hundred and Eighty-Eight Cm... He represents the Burning Phoenix organization..!

[The crowd boo's as Jeff Fox steps out first followed by Johnny Rotten..]

Announcer: Please welcome to the ring... JOHNNY... RRRRRRRRRR ROTTEN..!

[Wearing his black cargo pants, and a Johnny Ramone "Rest In Peace" memorial T-shirt, Johnny Rotten walks out to a pop from the crowd. Jeff Fox leads the way holding up a sing that reads "Johnny Rotten, Your next Cruiserweight Champ." Rotten follows a few steps behind as the crowd breaks into a "Rotten" Chant. Trying his best to ignore them, Johnny climbs onto the ring apron and hops over the top rope.]

Garret Reed- Ladies and Gentleman he is the challenger for the WWA Cruiserweight Champion! "Representing the Burning Phoenix Puro!"

George Long- And your Cruiserweight Champion Dominic Granger is due to make his entrance at any moment, his first match since capturing the title in what many people deemed a upset against Joey Tesauro...

Announcer- Making his way to the ring, he is the World Wrestling Alliance World Cruiserweight Champion, standing at 5 foot 6, weighting in at 150lbs....he is DOMMMMINICCC GRAAAAAANGEEEEEERRRRRRRR!

[Pyros go off by the entrance as the crowd erupts into Boo's as Dominic Granger walks out from the back with his Cruiserweight title over his shoulder wearing a black ribbed muscle T and Black and white trucker cap on his head with "TEEN ICON" on it. Wearing some long pants with GRANGER down one side as he looks over at the crowd who are booing him with a smirk. His girlfriend Alice coming out behind him wearing a white top and pink skirt looking stunning as she takes the arm of the Cruiserweight Champion..]

#Eyes WIRED SHUT!
Running through my brain!
Pulling back the skin
it happens, we're getting older..#

#Eyes Wired shut..
Running through my brain
It's all the same
But in the end, it keeps me coming..#

[Dominic and Alice make there way towards the ring, Dominic sliding under the ropes and into the ring with his cruiserweight title while Alice waits on the outside. Dominic poses for the cameras with his Cruiserweight title as the crowd jeers him he just smirks at them all and then hands over the title to the ref and hands his trucker cap to Alice giving her a kiss on the lips.]

George Long- Dominic Granger handing the cruiserweight title to the time keeper.

Garret Reed- Both men circling the ring awaiting the bell. These two have had a war of words in the media all these week, and it is all going to come to a head in just a few seconds...

[DING DING DING.]

[Taylor and Granger are circling around the ring, neither man losing sight of their opponent. Both of them circling around the ring waiting for the other to make the first move. Granger jumps at Rotten, Rotten backs off on the defensive. Granger stops and points to his head.]

Garret Reed- Granger is trying to get in to the head of the young Jaysen Rotten early on.

George Long- Rotten is on his toes that's for damn sure.

[Granger steps back for a second, as both men continue circling around the ring, Granger steps towards the middle of the ring, Granger invites Rotten to the middle of the ring. Rotten is reluctant to move towards the middle, but does anyway.]

George Long- The Cruiserweight Champion is letting Johnny Rotten know what he thinks of him.

Garret Reed- And from what I have heard so far none of it is positive....Rotten has had enough!

[The look on Rotten's face he is growing angry with each comment that Granger makes. Rotten looks back towards Jeff Fox, Rotten's face is turning redder and redder, Granger is not letting up with the comments, Rotten turns around winds up for a hard right hand, Granger ducks! Granger with a spinning heel kick to the face of Rotten.]

George Long- Granger is taunting Rotten!

Garret Reed- He is getting in to the mind of the young rookie.

[Granger points to himself, screaming "Teen Icon". Rotten shakes off the heel kick to the face, and starts to circle around the ring. Granger and Rotten meet in the center of the ring, Granger is inviting him for a lock up.]

George Long- Granger wants to prove to Rotten that he is stronger then is...

Garret Reed- Two Cruisers?

[Rotten goes in for the lock up. Granger switches Rotten in to a side headlock, Granger holds him there, Rotten throws him off in to the ropes, Granger runs him over with a shoulder block. Granger is pointing towards his head again, screaming something along the lines of "What a Fool".]

George Long- Granger got the upperhand again on Rotten, this is frustrating the young superstar.

Garret Reed- Rotten hops back up to his feet, this has to be frustrating, Rotten wants nothing more then show Granger that he is the better wrestler, and so far unable to do so.

[Granger and Rotten circling the ring again, Granger comes up to Rotten and pushes him, Rotten backs back a little bit, Granger is ready for Rotten to respond...Rotten with a textbook drop kick landing right in the middle of the chest of Granger, Sending him to the mat.]

Garret Reed- Rotten got him!

George Long- Granger wasn't ready for that one.

[Rotten bounces off the ropes, Granger hops up to his feet, Rotten with a high legged clothesline to Granger, Granger drops down to the mat, Rotten off the ropes again springboarding off the ropes coming back around with a roundhouse kick!]

Garret Reed- The champion is finding himself in a bad spot right now!

George Long- Rotten is finally getting to show the world that he is a great wrestler.

[Rotten picks Granger up, Granger with a hard right hand to the gut of Rotten, then another one. Granger back up to his feet, kick to the gut of Rotten, Granger pildrives Rotten down to the mat! Granger throws him to the side, Rotten is grasping his head.]

George Long- Granger wiith the high impact pilediver!

Garret Reed- Rotten's neck almost snapped.

[Granger picks Rotten up, Granger going for a scoop slam, Rotten slips behind him, Rotten with a belly to back, No! Granger landing on his feet, Waist lock by Grnager, sending Rotten over with a german suplex!, NO! Rotten landed on his feet! Granger thinks he hit the move! Granger isn't turning around!]

George Long- Champ...turn around!

Garret Reed- Rotten is stalking him!

[Granger turns around to check on Rotten, as he turns around Rotten greets him with a perfected shinning wizard, almost taking off the head of Granger. Rotten with the quick over!]

[1]

[KICK OUT]

Garret Reed- Rotten didn't hook the leg, a rookie mistake.

George Long- Granger is to fresh, this match is still in the early going.

[Rotten picks up Granger, sending him in to the ropes, Granger spirings up on to the ropes, spinning around with a cross body block! Grangers moment propelled him off of Rotten. Granger picks Rotten up sending Rotten in to the turnbuckle, Rotten's back smacked against it. Granger running in, HUGE SPLASH! Rotten comes staggering out of the corner, Granger hops up to the top rope, waiting for Rotten to turn around...Rotten turns!]

Garret Reed- MISSLE DROP KICK!

George Long- Rotten slid almost all the way across the ring after that one.

[Granger heads over to Rotten, picking Rotten up, Granger sends Rotten in to the ropes, Granger ducking his head, Rotten jumps up spinning in the air, landing with an axe kick to the back of the head of Granger!]

George Long- What an innovative move by Johnny Rotten!

Garret Reed- That was truely a amazing move right there on the part of Johnny Rotten.

[Rotten hooking Granger in a armbar, Granger begins to smack his shoulder, trying to ignore the pain, Granger flips through the armbar, Granger hoping up to his feet, hooking in a wrist lock on Rotten, Rotten flips through, back arm lock to Granger, Granger with a back elbow to Rotten, Rotten ducks the second one, Rotten with a jawbreaker! Granger spins around, Rotten with a super kick! NO! Granger ducks! Atomic Drop! Kick to the stomach, Snap Suplex!]

George Long- Granger still has him hooked!

Garret Reed- He is going for a second one!

[Granger has him hooked in tight, Rolling through with a second Snap Suplex, Granger keeps him hooked again looking like his is going to go for another one, FALCON ARROW SUPLEX THIS TIME! Granger going for the pin!]

[1.]

[2.]

[KICK OUT!]

Garret Reed- The champion almost put the challenger away!

George Long- Rotten still has alot of fight left in him.

[Granger picks Rotten up, Granger with a right hand, but blocked by Rotten, Rotten with a hard right hand, Granger goes for another one, Rotten ducks it, Granger spins around, NECKBREAKER BY ROTTEN! Rotten is on fire right now, ina quick surge he sends Granger in to the turnbuckle!.]

Garret Reed- Looks like the challenger is going to try something high reward here!

George Long- Rotten has brought his game face tonight.

[Rotten hoists Granger up to the top rope, Rotten is climbing up to meet Granger at the top, Granger his fight him off, Granger dodges a right hand of Rotten, Granger has Rotten hooked up what is he going to do...]

[TOP ROPE ATOMIC DROP!]

[Rotten his hoping around, Granger gets back of, Rotten turns around and is greeted with a super-kick to the jaw. Rotten slams down to the mat, Granger sprints over to the corner as quck as he can hoping to the top HIGH MOONSAULT! Granger's chest just smacked off of Rotten, Granger for the cover!]

Garret Reed- Did you see how high the champion got on that moonsault!

[1]

[2]

[KICK OUT]

George Long- That one was close! Rotten has no quit in him tonight.

[Granger slams his hand down on the mat, Granger picks Rotten up, Granger kicks him in the stomach, not once but twice. Granger beginging a fury of punches to the head of Johnny Rotten, Rotten drops down to his knee. Granger runs behind Rotten, Rotten fighting to get up to his feet. Granger jumps up on to the top rope, facing the crowd..Rotten is almost up, GRANGER FLIPS BACK CATCHING JOHNNY ROTTEN WITH A DDT!]

Garret Reed- A awesome move by the champion!

George Long- COVER!

[1]

[2.]

[KICKOUT!!!]

Garret Reed- That one was incredibly close!

George Long- The champion has to be getting frustrated here!

[Granger slamming his head down on the mat, showing the ref the number three. Granger picks up Rotten, Granger hitting Rotten with right hands as he helps him up to his feet. Granger throws Rotten in to the ropes, Granger follows him in to the ropes, Rotten ducks dropping the rope sending Granger to the outside floor!]

Garret Reed- With some of the rookie mistakes Rotten made early on, he shows signs of veteren in him from time to time.

George Long- Rotten isn't done yet!

[Rotten pulls himself up to his feet, bouncing off the ropes, Granger is getting up to his feet, Granger turning around, Rotten propelling himself over the top rope! SUICIDE DIVE BY THE CHALLENGER!]

Garret Reed- Both men hit hard that time. I don't think that is what Rotten had in mind.

George Long- Rotten, was just showing Granger that he will do whatever he has to, to become the champion.

[Both men are trying to fight their way up to their feet. The ref begins administiring the 10 count.]

[1.]

[2.]

[3.]

[4.]

[5.]

Garret Reed- Both men are begining to move!

George Long- The referee is at 5!

[6.]

[7.]

Garret Reed- Both men dragged themselves in to the ring.

George Long- That move couldn't have benifited either man!

[Granger and Rotten fighting up to there feet, Granger swings wildly out of desperation, Rotten ducks under it, kick to the stomach, Rotten hooks him in a Ace Cruser....FLIPPING BEHIND GRANGER IN TO A REVERSE DDT!]

Garret Reed- SLICED BREAD #2!

George Long- He know Breadman?

[Rotten is fighting to get up to his feet. Rotten is practically having to drag himself up to the top rope. Rotten is up on the top rope....SHOOTING STAR ELBOW DROP!!!!!!!]

George Long- That's his move!

Garret Reed- ROTTEN THE COVER! HOOKING THE LEG!!!

[1.]

[2]

[3.!!!!!!!!!!]

Garret Reed- NEW CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

George Long- The timekeeper is handing Johnny Rotten his newly won WWA World Cruiserweight Title!

Garret Reed- Rotten grasps on to the title, rolling himself out of the ring, falling to the floor in exhaustion! NOW PAY UP!!!!!!!

George Long- What an amazing match! And this was just the opener! And WHAT???? PAY WHAT??????

Garret Reed- You heard me, pay me my money!

George Long – Damn!

[Granger is fighting up to his feet, he doesn't relize what just happened. He looks over ot the referee....Granger kicks the referee in the stomach...IMPLANT DDT! Granger has snapped....GRANGER HOOKS THE REFEREE SINGLE CRAB ANKLE LOCK COMBINATION!]

Garret Reed- The former champion has snapped hooking the referee in his finisher! "Against the Grain!"

George Long- Someone get out here and stop this!

[Security comes running down, prying Granger off of the referee, the damage is already done, as the referee is grasping at his knee. Security backs off as Granger exits the ring.]

[Fade away to one of the backstage entrances.]

[For the most part this backstage entrance is clear of fans trying to sneak in and get a peek at their favorite WWA superstar. Two men stand guard. Both smoking and shooting the breeze.]

Guard 1: So there I was face to face with this idiot..and...

[Both look up. Even though we don't see who they're addressing.]

Guard 2: I need to see your pass. No pass, no entry.

[He takes a deep drag off his cigarette.]

[Again we can assume it's the same man that was in the parking lot. The only shot we get of him is from behind.]

Man: Hey, I'm just here to see some the boys.

[Guard #1 chuckles]

Guard 1: I don't care if your the freaking World Champ. You don't have the right pass, you can walk your sorry ass out of here and buy a ticket like all the rest. Security is a bit higher than in past years. But I'm sure you can understand that.

[It takes a second before something dawns on guard 2.]

Guard 2: Wait a damn minute. I know who you are..! Wow, I used to watch you all the time! Your....

[The mystery man cuts him off.]

Man: Yeah I'm sure you know who I am. But that's not what's really important here. I'd really like to just go to the back and hang with the 'boys'. It's been a while.

[Guard 1 steps in front of guard 2.]

Guard 1: Dude, we can't do anything for ya. If you don't have the right pass, I can't let you by. If your name ain't on this list [He waves a clipboard.], I can't let you in. Your going to need to buy a ticket like everyone else.

Man: Eh, I understand. It was worth a shot any ways.

[Guard 2 turns to Guard 2]

Guard 2: Man, I know who that was! You could've let him by you know. It's no wonder you don't get any women, your an ass hole.

Guard 1: F*ck you. You little weasel. You had your nose up his ass. And I'm here to do a job. Don't be so star stuck.

[Fade back to ringside.]

Long: Well damn it who was it!!!!!!

Reed: I sure hope we find out before the night is over the suspense is killing me.

Long: You’re an asshole you know that, the sarcasm is not needed!

Reed: Look, whoever he is, he can’t even get backstage so I am not worried about him having an impact on this evening, this is summer games and we are set four our first team against team match of the night.

Long: From what I understand there’s some history here to be sure. On one side we have the team from burning phoenix in their first Summer Games, and they are captioned by a man who, well, does not have the best of luck coming into this event.

Reed: No, Red wolf was the caption of a Summer Games team two years ago, and on that night his shoulder was ripped from the socket by Ulfric and he spent the evening in the hospital instead of restling, it was a low, low day for Red Wolf a day he does not plan to repeat.

Long: Yet on the other side we have the angels of Misery, and one member in particular who is looking to make this the worst night of the Urufu’s life, Azrael.

Reed: Azrael and Red Wolf have had there issues in the BWA where Azrael turned his back on Red Wolf on a night when they were suppose to be partners in a very similar four on four match, Red Wolf has taken that as an insult not only to him, but the Burning Phoenix organzation and he has vowed to make Azrael pay.

Long: what I do not understand is how, Azrael and Terminal Frost, who fight for Burning Phoenix, can allign themselves with the likes of those two Bayou bastards McClain and Sloan????

Reed: Heh, what I don’t get is how Azrael can align himself with the man who held him while his mask was removed at the last PPV event, I mean, doesn’t this guy have any self respect at all?

Long: Appearently not, but then, I don’t think too highly of any of those Angels of Misery, there whole stratigy has been to just jump people from behind.

Reed: Another interesting thing to point out folks is that Red Wolf and Misowa will have a chance to become the world tag team champions tonight, and if they get past this round, will then have to face each other as well.

Long: That can make for a lot of tension.

Reed: I don’t know, I just don’t see it happening, not between those two, I think we’ll see wrestling and damn fine wrestling if it comes down too it, they have a lot of respect for one another. Unlike some folks around ehre.

Long: That’s for damn sure!

RA: The following Tag Team Elimination Match is scheduled for multiple falls. Introducing first, they represent The Angels of MISERY!!!!!!!! Introducing first. He weighs in at 266 lbs. and hails from Albany, New York, USA. He is TERMINAL FROST!!!!!

[Terminal Frost makes his way to the ring with no music, climbs into the ring and waits for his opponent as he leans on a turnbuckle, and then bows to the fans.]

RA: His tag team partner…Weighing in at 200 lbs. and hailing from Parts Unknown. He is a former WWA Cruiserweight, Double Crown and World Tag Team Champion. He is “The Angel of Death” AZREAL!!!!!!

["Suffer" by Staind erupts from the PA system as Azrael walks from the back through a thick haze of blue tinted smoke, his eyes scanning the crowd, searching the faces of the people for their reactions.]

[Azrael is clad in blue and black full body wrestling gear with blue and black boots with his long white hair hanging halfway down his back, streaked with bright blue highlights. The blue and white strobe lights mixing with the thick blue and gray fog rolling down the ramp combine to form an illusion much like the ocean before a storm with Azrael blending right in. The flash of cameras as he walks down the aisle illuminate the bright blue eyes amid the sea of scars, eyes which are focused and full of intensity as they lock upon the ring. For the few fans who reach out to him, Azrael moves closer to the sides, slapping hands with them as he continues on down to the ring.]

[Once he gets down to the ring, Azrael, leaps up onto the ring apron and summersaults over the top rope to stand inside the ring, raises his arms in the air as he turns to each side of the ring to acknowledge the fans as the last notes of his music fade away]

RA: And their tag team partner….Weighing in at 250 pounds and hailing from Gulf Shores, Alabama. He is a former WWA World Heavyweight Champion. He is "The Morningstar" Mike SLOAN!!!

[A few words incoherently sound over the p.a. and then a fast, pulse livening instrumental takes place.]

#A depiction of the lamb, the lion, deplorably portrayed.
The beast, the dragon, as in shadowy imagery,
have the power to take away peace on earth.
The threshold's here as the sun turns black,
the moon red like blood and stars falling down.
Babylon falling, the last of the antagonistic battles,
the madman chained for a thousand of years.
Use your eyes and you will see it, bright and shining.
A moment of your time, a glimpse of your (brave) new world#

[Sloan appears at the top of the ramp. He isn't in shock over the crowd, nor is the crowd too shocked by him. He stands up there getting the feel of the match and calming the emotions that are running through him.]

#Your revelation, in apocalyptic terms,
the hammer, separating fiction from reality.
Embrace the notion, embrace the moment.
Who are the ones to tell the truth,
who are the ones to tell what to believe?
The depiction is therefore all you`ve got.#

[With his head now fully in this match he makes his way to the hell whole that is awaiting him. He is so very comfortable in this kingdom, this is his throne, his birth right, and no one else's.]

#The hammer is mine, the revelation is yours.
Am I God or am I the Devil?
It`s a comprehensible, yet complex, reality,
because it means that when the past has caught up with
the present,
we have no future. #

[He enters the ring methodically, first walking around the ring and touching every post and gripping the lower rope. He walks back around to the first set of stairs and walks to the turnbuckle. He presses on as he walks to the center of the ring apron and gazes out into the audience as if they were not there. He ducks his head underneath the top rope and lets himself into Hell.]

#Am I God or am I the Devil? #

[He stands there, looking deep into the eyes of the fans and his opponents. He smiles a twisted smile.]

[ The P.A. sounds again.]

This is because of what you did to me....

[This man reaches up and unlaces one of the straps to his mask.]

This is what I become.....

[The crowd throws out a mixed reaction of boos and applauds.]

My pain will become yours.....

[He unlaces the last strap and takes it off.]

I told you I would be back!

[His face is painted in the resemblance of a skull. The white paint hides his scars, but thickens the look of his bone structure.]

Am I God ....

[He smiles as the P.A. sounds his hollowed words.]

or The Devil?

RA: And their tag team partner…Weighing in at 230 lbs. and hailing from Houston, Texas. He is the reigning WWA International Heavyweight Champion and BWA Heavyweight Champion. He is “Crippler” Matt McCLAIN!!!!

[The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. Soon, the sound of waves crashing along with the sound of thunder and howling winds fill the arena. They are soon joined by the shrill of sirens echoing though out the building.

#SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU…SHUT UP….SHUT UP…SHUT UP…SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!

A hush falls over the crowd leaving the arena in total darkness. With out warning, multi-colored lights start exploding through out the arena. With in a matter of seconds a massive explosion rips through out the entranceway leaving most of the fans breathless as a wall of fire reaches out to touch the top of the arena. As the smoke and fire start to clear out, the fans can see that McClain’s Bayoutron video has come to life as his theme, a remix of One Step Closer, performed by Linkin Park, starts to rip though out the PA system. As soon as the fans hear McClain’s theme, they break out into thunderous chants of HURRICANE! On his Bayoutron, a golden outline of a flame comes into sight as McClain silver cross slams into the flame as it sounds like steel hitting steel, and is quick to fade to blackness as his name is quick to fade in. Soon it starts to flash across the Bayoutron into various different fonts and colors Behind his name, there are clips of The Submission Specialist winning past titles, making opponents tap with his crippling Breaking Point, climbing to the top rope and hitting the high flying Storm Surge, and his newest submission move, The Perfect Storm, as well as his Natural Disaster. We catch only a glimpse of him pulling off some of the most unbelievable moves ever seen.

#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK

#I FIND THE ANSWERS AREN’T SO CLEAR, I WISH I COULD FIND A WAY TO DISSAPPEAR…ALL THESE THOUGHTS THEY MAKE NO SENSE, I FOUND THIS IN INGRONCE, NOTHING SEEMS TO GO AWAY…OVER AND OVER AGAIN… JUST LIKE BEFORE!

He soon steps into the entranceway looking around the arena as a grin plays across his lips. As soon as the fans see him, they start to boo very loudly, as he raises both arms high into the air as the crowd roars with disapproval! As he makes the slow walk to the ring, the multi-colored lights start to glisten off his skin. He's dressed in a pair of metallic white tights. On his left leg of his tights in a metallic blue lettering, and outlined in gold is his name “CRIPPLER”, and on his opposite leg, in the same metallic blue material and outlined in black is a modified cross surrounded in flames. We see that his pearl white leather BWA strap is clasped around his waist as he shows it off with great pride, and then we focus in on the WWA International Championship that sits on his right shoulder as he clutches it with his hand to ensure that it doesn’t fall from where it is draped. The golden plates from both belts glisten in the sparkling lights.

His white paten leather boots bare the same cross as his tights in a blue paten leather color. His wrist and forearms are taped up with the similar metallic colored tape. His hair cut short with the front longer, has been dyed a deep royal blue, almost black, along with wild streaks of gold running wild through the rest of his hair. His metallic black-framed Oakley’s hide his cold ice blue eyes from the world, as the shimmering ruby reflective lens shine with the exploding lights as they blink off and on suddenly as he makes his way closer to the ring.

#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO…BREAK!

#SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU…SHUT UP….SHUT UP…SHUT UP…SHUT UP….I’M ABOUT TO BREAK!

#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK

As soon as he enters the ring, two spotlights bath him in a pale blue color, circle around the arena and then converge into the center of the ring where the man stands, as if he's frozen in place. His chiseled body, which is bathed in the pale blue light, is ridged. He soon breaks the still like stance by jerking up his arms high into the air. The boo’s of the fans give him a sudden massive rush like none other before. With his arms out stretched high into the air, flash bulbs all over the arena pop with a bright white light. It's almost an indescribable rush! As the pyros go off behind him, the lights start to come back up as the fans start to go crazy yet once again! #I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND

I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO…BREAK!

RA: And their opponents. They represent Burning Phoenix PURO!!!! Introducing first. Weighing in at 113.40 kg. and hailing from San Diego, California, USA. He is accompanied to the ring by Lance Mephisto. He is "The Waking Dragon" Kazuo G. AKAMATSU!!!

["Infatuation" by The Rapture blares from the PA as Lance Mephisto steps out from behind the curtain and leads The Waking Dragon to the ring.]

RA: Ladies and Gentlemen... From Edmonton Alberta... CANADA..!

[Heart full of black by the Burning Brides begins to play softly in the background.]

RA: He weighs in at 98 kg, and stands a full One hundred and Eighty-Eight Cm... He represents the Burning Phoenix organization..!

[The crowd boo's as Jeff Fox steps out first followed by Johnny Rotten..]

RA: Please welcome to the ring... JOHNNY... RRRRRRRRRR ROTTEN..!

[Wearing his black cargo pants, and a Johnny Ramone "Rest In Peace" memorial T-shirt, Johnny Rotten walks out to a pop from the crowd. Jeff Fox leads the way holding up a sing that reads "Johnny Rotten, Your next Cruiserweight Champ." Rotten follows a few steps behind as the crowd breaks into a "Rotten" Chant. Trying his best to ignore them, Johnny climbs onto the ring apron and hops over the top rope.]

RA: And his partner. Weighing in at 240 lbs. and hailing from Kumamoto, Yatsuhiro, Japan. Being accompanied to the ring by Akihiro Hiroyasu, he is Shinjiro MISAWA!!!!!!!!!

["Grand Sword" blares over the speakers. The fans immediately know it is Shinjiro Misawa. The crowd’s cheers become almost deafening. Shinjiro steps out from behind the curtain. Wearing his usually ring attire. Shinjiro turns around and points back to the entrance. Coming out soon after is Akihiro Hiroyasu, Shinjiro's manager, he is a nice business suit. He signals Shinjiro to get down to the ring, Shinjiro nods. Then darts down to the ring, sliding under the ropes. Then waits in his designated corner.]

RA: And their partner and team captain. Weighing in at 265 lbs. and hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He is a former WWA World Heavyweight Champion. He is “The Urufu” RED WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The arena becomes dark. Smoke highlighted by red floodlights pour from the entranceway. On the video screen, the silhouette of a wolf howling to the moon is superimposed on a backdrop of fire. A primal howl blasts over the loudspeakers moments before Metallica’s Of Wolf and Man begins to play.

A shadow amidst the smoke screen emerges into the light waving a large flag. It is the Urufu, Red Wolf bearing the emblem of Burning Phoenix Puro. The video screen signals his presence with the terms URUFU and RED WOLF flashing briefly between video clips of the matches in his career.

Red Wolf takes a moment to stand there as the fans roar in approval. Without warning, Red Wolf tilts his head to the rafters and releases a loud wolf howl that is echoed back by the fans. In the same instant, two fire trails ignite and line the sides of the entrance ramp.

Red Wolf powers his way down to the ring, his 6’10”, 280 pound body as confident as ever. Red strobe lights rattle the inside of the ring with light before becoming one solid red light source. Red Wolf marches up the stairs and steps over the top rope into the ring.

Announcer: These two of have been tearing into each other for weeks in BPP, and Urufu is sending a message here to Azrael.

As the final bars of the song play, a plethora of flashbulbs light the arena with white light as fans from every angle take a picture of the Urufu. The chaos dies down, and Red Wolf leans against the ropes awaiting his opponent.

[DING!!!! DING!!!!!! DING!!!!]

[The bell rings as both teams huddle in their respective corners when Terminal Frost steps out of the corner and points directly at Johnny Rotten. Both men meet in the middle of the ring and go for a collar and elbow tie-up but Rotten ducks under and comes back with a kick to the back of the knee. Frost grabs at his knee when Rotten stomps on the foot of Frost. Terminal Frost starts hopping on one foot when Rotten hits the ropes and connects with a dropsault. Rotten hits the ropes but gets caught in a gorilla press by a rising Terminal Frost and gets slammed to the mat. Frost gets to his feet and waits for Rotten to get up and takes him over with a deep arm drag takeover.]

BJ: And the big man with the armbar as the new Cruiserweight Champion tries to fight back to his feet.

[Rotten gets to his feet when Frost goes for an arm wringer but Rotten rolls through and reverses the arm wringer. Rotten rushes up the turnbuckles and springboards off with a hurracarana that takes Frost to the mat. Rotten goes for the cover.]

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AJ: Frost with the powerful kickout.

[Rotten lands on his feet and hits the ropes when McClain grabs a hold of Rotten’s hair. Rotten turns around nails McClain with a forearm to the jaw when he turns around into a waistlock when Frost takes him over with a belly to belly suplex. Frost hits the ropes and comes down with an elbow to the chest before getting up and making the tag to McClain. McClain quickly jumps in and stomps away with boots to the head and chest before dropping down with a blatant choke. The ref quickly gets in McClain’s face and starts his count.]

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[McClain breaks the choke and pulls Rotten up and whips him into the ropes. McClain goes for an elbowsmash but Rotten ducks under and leaps onto the second rope and springboards off with an asai moonsault press onto McClain and goes for the cover.]

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BJ: What an adjustment by Johnny Rotten as he gets a nearfall on the International Champion.

[Rotten gets to his feet and charges up the turnbuckles and leaps off with a corkscrew moonsault but McClain moves out of the way as Rotten grabs his back in pain. McClain moves over to the ropes and catches a slow moving Rotten with a spinning neckbreaker. McClain hits the ropes and comes down with a forearm smash to the throat. McClain makes the tag to Sloan, who comes in and lifts Rotten high into the air and drops him throat first over the top rope. Rotten barely stays up when Sloan hits the ropes and knocks Rotten down with a flying shoulderblock. Sloan goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]

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[Rotten got the shoulder up when Sloan picks up Rotten and slams his head against the turnbuckle. Sloan fires away with numerous knife edge chops before whipping Rotten into the ropes and going for a back drop but Rotten takes him down with a DDT.]

AJ: Sloan just got himself spiked with that DDT. Now can Rotten make that tag and save his skin?

[Rotten quickly tags the outstretched hand of Kazuo Akamatsu while Sloan shakes the cobwebs loose and tags McClain back in.]

BJ: Now, we get see “The Waking Dragon” in action.

[McClain buries a quick knee into the midsection before firing in a knife edge chop to the chest. McClain whips a stunned Akamatsu into the ropes and goes for a back drop but Akamatsu leapfrogs over and hits the nearside ropes when McClain goes for a hiptoss but Akamatsu blocks it and reverses it into a hip toss of his own. McClain gets back to his feet and charges into a stiff ridgehand from Akamatsu. Akamatsu grabs McClain and throws him into his corner and makes the tag to Red Wolf. Akamatsu tries to pummel McClain in their corner but McClain fires back with knife edge chops until he gets back to the center of the ring.]

BJ: McClain was fortunate to battle out of that corner.

[The ref yells at Akamatsu to get out of the ring when Red Wolf stretches out before talking a little smack to Azreal. Red Wolf points to Azreal as if he wants him in the ring.]

BJ: Red Wolf trying to get into the heads of The Angels of Misery but I don't know if that is a good idea.

AJ: In a word, no. Looking at Azreal right now, he wants this win badly but doesn’t want Red Wolf at this point in the match.

BJ: The history between Red Wolf and Azreal runs very deep as of late over in Japan. I think it’s about to get a whole lot worse.

[McClain makes the tag to Azreal, who calmly steps through the ropes and looks at Red Wolf with a serious look. Red Wolf continues to stare at Azreal before they lock up and Azreal immediately throws him across the ring with an arm drag takeover. Red Wolf just looks up in mild amazement.]

BJ: Azreal surprising the former champ there with that move.

[Red Wolf gets to his feet and dusts himself and goes back for another tie-up but Azreal catches him with a waistlock while Red Wolf fires away with numerous shots to the head before hitting the ropes and gets dropped to the mat with a drop toe hold from Azreal. Red Wolf gets to his feet again while Azreal urges him to try it again. Red Wolf gets to his feet and looks around to the crowd before hitting the ropes and ducks under a clothesline from Azreal before hitting the ropes again and makes a blind tag to Akamatsu. Azreal goes for another clothesline but Red Wolf ducks under and turns Azreal around into a boot into the midsection. Akamatsu hits the ropes and takes Azreal down with a high impact DDT. Akamatsu gets to his feet and stomps away at the head of Azreal before dragging him up by the hair. Akamatsu grabs a front face lock and takes Azreal over with a vertical suplex and rolls through for the cover.]

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AJ: Azreal easily kicks out.

[Akamatsu drags Azreal to his feet and makes the tag to Misawa, who quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and connects with a double ax-handle to the back of Azreal. Azreal tries to stay on his feet when Misawa hits the ropes and drives Azreal down to the mat with a bulldog headlock. Misawa gets to his feet and leaps up into the air before dropping a knee to the chest before going for the cover.]

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BJ: Azreal with another kickout.

[Misawa picks up Azreal while McClain, Frost and Sloan stand in the corner waiting for the tag. Misawa makes the tag to Akamatsu before whipping Azreal into the far neutral corner. Rotten charges in and gets knocked down with a big boot to the face. Akamatsu charges in and gets nearly taken out of his boots with a spinning leg lariat.]

BJ: And Azreal got all of it and then some.

[Azreal picks up Misawa and whips him into the ropes and catches him with a sidestep before throwing him up and over the top rope to the floor below. Akamatsu tries to get back to his feet and stumbles around badly. Azreal makes the tag to McClain before sticking Akamatsu into a standing scissors and picks him up before slamming him to the mat with a massive piledriver. McClain leaps up onto the top turnbuckle and flies off before connecting with a moonsault that sends McClain bouncing off of Akamatsu from the impact. McClain grabs his ribs in pain before crawling over and makes the cover.]

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AJ: I don't know how but Akamatsu gets the shoulder up.

[McClain slowly gets to his feet and pulls Akamatsu to his feet before taking him back down with a side russian legsweep. McClain climbs up to the second turnbuckle and leaps off with an elbow drop across the throat before going for another cover.]

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[Red Wolf comes in and kicks McClain in the back to break the cover.]

BJ: If Red Wolf didn't come in, it might have been over for Akamatsu.

[McClain walks over and makes the tag to Frost before picking up Akamatsu and irish whip him into the ropes before taking him up and over with a high back body drop.]

AJ: I think Akamatsu passed through a couple of airliners before he came down.

[Frost grabs Akamatsu while McClain goes to the corner. Frost grabs a waistlock and takes Akamatsu over with a belly to back suplex. Frost hits the ropes and goes for an elbow drop but Akamatsu rolls out of the way. Frost gets to his feet and goes for another elbow drop but Akamatsu rolls out of the way again. Akamatsu gets to the ropes and tries to get back to his feet when Frost charges at him but Akamatsu goes low and takes Frost over the top rope to the floor. Akamatsu makes the tag to Rotten. Akamatsu gives him a signal when Rotten hits the farside ropes before Akamatsu lifts him over his head and Rotten connects with a shooting star press onto Frost on the outside.]

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

BJ: Talk about high-risk. Rotten just put it all on the line with that one move.

[Rotten gets to his feet and plays to the crowd as if it was nothing. Rotten grabs Frost and connects with a couple of knife edge chops before picking up Frost and straddles him over the steel barricade before connecting with a crescent kick to the chest. Rotten rolls back into the ring and climbs up to the top turnbuckle and looks to the crowd before walking the top rope and leaping off with a legdrop to the back of the head of Frost.]

BJ: That might have been the knockout shot right there by Johnny Rotten.

[The ref yells at Rotten to bring it back into the ring. Rotten slow to get up, grabs Frost who still out of it and pulls him back into the ring before rolling him back into the ring. Rotten looks to the crowd and gives the signal that it's over for Terminal Frost. Rotten climbs up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a moonsault that has a frog-like tuck and goes for the cover.]

AJ: FROG SAULT!!!!!!

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[Sloan comes in and delivers a boot to the head of Rotten to break up the cover.]

AJ: This time, it was Sloan that had to come in to save the day.

[Sloan goes back to his corner and smacks the turnbuckle, looking for a tag. Rotten shakes off the shot to the head before making the tag to Akamatsu. Rotten picks up Frost and whips him into the ropes before taking him to the mat with a drop toe hold when Akamatsu flies off of the top rope with a knee drop to the upper back and head area of Frost before locking on a rear chinlock. The ref continues to ask Frost if he wants to give it up but Frost says no. Akamatsu continues to pull back on the pressure while Frost yells out in pain. Frost raises his hand as if he looks to tap but holds strong. The ref continues to ask until Sloan gets fed up and stomps away at the head of Akamatsu to break the hold. Sloan grabs Akamatsu and takes him down face first with a forward russian legsweep. The ref urges Sloan to get out of the ring while both Frost and Akamatsu are down on the mat. Sloan goes to his corner and waits for the tag.]

BJ: Sloan must have gotten upset because he just went in there and took care of business.

AJ: Yeah, but it won't count for anything if Terminal Frost can't get to the corner and make that tag.

[The ref stands over both guys and starts his mandatory ten count.]

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[Akamatsu slowly sits up and falls over Frost for the cover.]

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BJ: Frost gets the shoulder up.

AJ: I don't know how but this kid is still holding on.

[Akamatsu gets to his feet and pulls Frost up to his feet and whips him to the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Frost ducks under and nails Akamatsu with a DDT. Rotten charges in and goes for a right hand but Frost blocks and takes him down with another DDT. Frost turns around and stretches out to make the tag as Sloan climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Akamatsu to get up before flying off with a double clothesline to the roar of the crowd.]

BJ: Sloan just infused his side with a big time m ove to swing the advantage back to the AoM.

[Sloan pulls Rotten up to his feet and connects with a couple of knife edge chops before whipping him into the ropes and knocks Rotten inside out with a vicious clothesline. Akamatsu gets to his feet and stuns Sloan with a boot to the midsection before putting him into a standing scissors and goes for a powerbomb but Sloan goes over the top and rolls Akamatsu up into a sunset flip before locking on a violent ankle lock. Akamatsu screams out in pain while the ref asks him if he wants to give it up when Misawa rolls into the ring and connects with a snap kick to the head of Sloan. Sloan releases the hold as Akamatsu rolls out of the ring. Misawa pummels away with palm strikes to the jaw of Sloan before pulling him up to his feet and whips him into the far corner before charging in with a vertical splash and shoves Sloan out to the center of the ring. Misawa stands poised in the corner waiting for Sloan to get to his feet. Frost comes into the ring and shoves Sloan out of the way before taking a jumping front kick to the jaw.]

AJ: Frost just took the bullet for Sloan but he just knocked silly with that shot.

[Misawa goes for the cover.]

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BJ: Sloan just broke up the cover again.

[Sloan pulls Misawa to his feet and delivers a boot to the midsection before dropping him on his head with a fisherman's buster and hits the bridge.]

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[Akamatsu rolls back in and breaks up the cover.]

BJ: The action is getting fast and furious.

AJ: No kidding. I can't even tell who is legal anymore.

[Akamatsu grabs Sloan and plants him on the mat with a bodyslam and climbs up to the top turnbuckle while the ref tries to restore order. The ref tries to get Misawa out when Akamatsu leaps off with a big moonsault but Sloan rolls out of the way. Sloan gets to his feet and pulls a very stunned Akamatsu up into a torture rack before dropping him on his head with an inverted death valley driver.]

BJ: BURNING HAMMER AND HE HIT ALL OF IT!!!!!

AJ: I CAN’T SEE AKAMATSU KICKING OUT OF THIS!!!!!!

[Sloan makes the cover and hooks the leg as the ref comes back into position.]

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[DING!!!! DING!!!!!! DING!!!!!!

RA: Kazuo Akamatsu has been eliminated!!!!

BJ: And just like that, it’s four against three in favor of the Angels of Misery.

[Akamatsu rolls out of the ring as Misawa steps into the ring. Misawa grabs on with a quick side headlock. Sloan shoots in a couple of forearms to the ribs before shoving Misawa into the ropes but Sloan drops low as Misawa hits the ropes again and Sloan takes him down with a high hip toss. Misawa grabs his back when he gets to his feet. Misawa charges in as Sloan takes him over another hip toss.]

BJ: Looks like Misawa can't even get out of the starting blocks against the former World Champion, Sloan.

AJ: Well, he better get his act together if he wants any shot at moving on to the next round.

[Misawa backs up into a neutral corner while Sloan is daring Misawa to come out. Misawa catches Sloan by surprise with an european forearm. Misawa hits the ropes but Sloan takes him over with an arm drag.] Sloan locks on an armbar as Misawa is complaining to the ref about a hair pull. The ref asks Sloan but he says no. Misawa works his way to his feet and slings Sloan off. Sloan charges in after Misawa but he counters with a big belly to belly suplex. Sloan looks to be stunned by the quick takeover when Misawa makes the tag to Red Wolf and they whip Sloan into the ropes and send him up and over with a double back body drop. Red Wolf goes for the cover.]

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BJ: Sloan with the powerful kickout at two.

[Red Wolf grabs Sloan and throws him into the corner and nails him with a stinging knife edge chop to the chest. He follows up with another. Sloan comes back with a chop of his own. They trade chops to the chest until Red Wolf nails Sloan with a kneelift to the midsection. Red Wolf shoots Sloan into the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Sloan ducks and takes him down with a reverse neckbreaker. Sloan grabs Red Wolf by the arm and makes the tag to Terminal Frost. They shoot Red Wolf to the ropes and Sloan takes him down with a drop toe hold while Frost comes down with an elbow drop. Frost connects with a kick to the midesection of Red Wolf and takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Frost hits the ropes and nails Red Wolf with a leg drop and goes for the cover.]

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BJ: Still not enough to put The Urufu away.

[Frost grabs Red Wolf but Red Wolf counters with a chop to the chest before taking him over with a belly to back suplex. Red Wolf hits the ropes and comes down with a big elbow drop onto Frost. Red Wolf goes for the cover.]

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BJ: Frost kicks out at two.

[Red Wolf pulls Frost up to his feet and whips him into the ropes and goes for a back elbow but Frost ducks under and catches Red Wolf with a waistlock and takes him over with a german suplex and holds on. Frost picks Red Wolf and takes him over with another german suplex and continues to hold on to the waistlock. Frost gets his base and takes Red Wolf over with a third german suplex as Red Wolf just lays on the mat.]

AJ: Red Wolf just got his clock cleaned with those rolling german suplexes.

[Frost makes the hot tag to Sloan before whipping Red Wolf into the far neutral corner. Sloan gets into position when Frost whips Sloan in and connects with a hard clothesline into the corner. Sloan pulls Red Wolf out of the corner and whips him into the ropes and goes for a sidewalk slam but Red Wolf counters with a spinout and nails Sloan with a short clothesline out of nowhere. Sloan gets back to his feet and gets met with a boot to the face from Red Wolf. Sloan tries to get to his feet when Red Wolf buries a boot into the midsection before grabbing a side headlock and takes Sloan down with a running bulldog. Red Wolf runs up the turnbuckles and catches a slow-moving Sloan with a flying shoulderblock.]

BJ: Red Wolf is not known for his top rope offense but he just exploded with that shoulderblock.

AJ: Sloan needs to get up and make the tag now.

[Red Wolf makes the tag to Misawa who climbs up to the top turnbuckle while Red Wolf holds Sloan up. Misawa leaps off with a double ax-handle to the forehead of Sloan. Sloan falls to the mat while Misawa hits the ropes and springboards off with an asai moonsault and goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]

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BJ: Sloan gets the shoulder up.

[Misawa slaps on a rear headlock and drives Sloan into the mat while the ref checks on Sloan. Red Wolf slaps the turnbuckle pad to get the fans involved while Frost and McClain stomp the ring apron and reach out for the tag.]

AJ: Misawa slowing down the pace by keeping the big man on the mat.

BJ: Both teams know what's at stake here.

AJ: The question is what is each team capable of to win a shot at the biggest brass ring of them all?

[Sloan slowly tries to get to his feet while Misawa holds on to the headlock. Sloan finally gets to his feet while Misawa continues to hold onto his back. Sloan muscles Misawa up onto his shoulders and drops him to the mat with a samoan drop. Sloan sits up and tries to shake loose the cobwebs. Sloan gets to his feet but Misawa brings Sloan down with a drop toe hold and makes the tag to Red Wolf. Red Wolf hits the ropes and connects with a rolling knee drop to the back of the head.]

BJ: Misawa felt that he was in trouble and made the tag to Red Wolf while still keeping Mike Sloan on the defense. Great tag team work by Team Burning Phoenix.

[Red Wolf extends the right arm of Sloan and drops repeated kneedrops to the shoulder before locking on a fujiwara armbar and leans back with the pressure while Sloan screams out in pain. The ref asks if Sloan wants to give it up but he yells no. Red Wolf finally releases the hold and nails Sloan with an elbow to the shoulder. Red Wolf twists the arm with an arm wringer and whips Sloan into the ropes but Sloan explodes off of the ropes with a violent spear that knocks Red Wolf to the mat as both guys lay near motionless on the mat. The ref starts his count.]

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[Sloan slowly gets to one knee while Red Wolf rolls to his side while their respected partners reach out for tags. Red Wolf grabs his ribs in pain. Sloan stretches out and makes the tag to Terminal Frost. Frost rushes in and grabs Red Wolf and fires away with numerous forearms while Rotten storms into the ring and gets cut off by the ref. Sloan comes into the ring as they whip Red Wolf into the ropes and go for a double back drop but Red Wolf counters with a double DDT as Sloan and Frost hit the mat hard.]

BJ: What a comeback from The Urufu. Can he make the tag?

[Sloan rolls out of the ring while Red Wolf makes the tag to Johnny Rotten. Rotten fires away with right hands to the jaw of Frost. Rotten whips Frost into the ropes and takes him over with a big hurracarana. Sloan rolls back into the ring and goes for a right hand but Rotten blocks it and fires back with a right of his own. Rotten follows up with another right before backing up and connecting with a Hya Kick that sends Sloan up and over the top rope to the floor. Frost gets back to his feet but Rotten grabs him by the hair and throws him over the top rope as Frost lands on top of Sloan. Red Wolf gets back into the ring and motions something to Rotten.]

AJ: Looks like they got a plan cooking?

[Rotten whips Red Wolf to the ropes but Red Wolf reverses it and launches Rotten over the top rope and lands on Frost and Sloan with a somersault plancha to a big crowd pop. Rotten throws Frost back into the ring and into the waiting arms of Red Wolf, who stuffs him into a standing scissors before lifting him up and driving him into the mat with a tremendous powerbomb.]

BJ: HOWL FROM BEYOND!!!!!!

[Red Wolf steps out of the ring while Rotten climbs up to the top turnbuckle and takes aim before flying off with a shooting star elbow drop to the heart of Terminal Frost. Rotten goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]

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[DING!!!!! DING!!!! DING!!!!!]

RA: Terminal Frost has been eliminated!

BJ: It’s dead even at three wrestlers apiece.

[Frost rolls out of the ring when Sloan comes in but Rotten takes him over with a snap suplex. Sloan looks for the tag when Rotten nails him with a right hand to the jaw. Rotten hits the ropes and connects with a swinging DDT on Sloan. Rotten goes for the cover.]

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BJ: NO! Rotten can't put Sloan away for the three.

[Rotten drags Sloan over to his corner and makes the tag to Red Wolf. Rotten holds Sloan in a full nelson as Red Wolf connects with a kick to the chest while Rotten hits the ropes and connects with a dropkick to the back of Sloan's head. Red Wolf grabs Sloan and hooks him for a suplex and takes him and drops him on the ropes, hanging him out to dry. Red Wolf makes a tag to Misawa as he pulls Sloan back up and sets him up in front of the corner. Misawa sets himself on the second turnbuckle and leaps off with an elbow to the jaw. Misawa makes the cover.]

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AJ: Save by Azreal!

[Azreal goes back to his corner and waits for the tag after planting a stomp to the back of Misawa. Misawa gets to his feet and whips Sloan into the ropes and goes for a back body drop but Sloan leaps over Misawa. Sloan hit the ropes and drops him with a massive clothesline. Sloan gets to his feet and pummels away on Misawa with punches and kicks while Misawa kneels there in total concentration.]

BJ: Uh-oh. I've seen this from video footage. Misawa is building up his ki.

AJ: What the hell? You can't be serious.

[Sloan continues to unload with fury on to Shinjiro, Sloan steps back to bounce off the ropes, as he is coming back, Shinjiro stands up, SHINJIRO CATCHES HIM! BURNING HAMMER! IN TO A PILEDRIVER!]

AJ: OH MY GOD!!!!! WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL WAS THAT?!?!?!?!

[Misawa goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]

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[DING!!!!! DING!!!!!! DING!!!!!!]

RA: Mike Sloan has been eliminated!!!!

BJ: I call that Sloan getting eliminated from Summer Games.

AJ: Damn!!!

BJ: And then there were two Angels of Misery left. McClain and Azreal.

AJ: And Azreal does not look to keen on stepping in there just yet.

[McClain comes in and takes Misawa down with a clothesline. Rotten charges in with a right hand but McClain blocks it and connects with a right of his own. McClain whips Rotten into the ropes and takes him over with a back drop. McClain buries a boot into Misawa's midsection and then whips him into the ropes and takes him up and over with a powerslam as McClain climbs up to the top turnbuckle. McClain leaps off with a flying legdrop onto Misawa. McClain goes for the cover.]

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BJ: SAVE BY RED WOLF!!!!!!

AJ: The Angels almost stole one.

[McClain counters a palm strike from Misawa with a kick to the midsection as he tries to turn him into a double underhook piledriver when Red Wolf makes the blind tag when McClain goes for the cover. The ref waves it off and tells McClain that he's not the legal guy. McClain turns around and gets turned inside out with a humongous lariat. Red Wolf goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]

AJ: There is no way.

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[DING!!!! DING!!!!!!! DING!!!!!!]

RA: Matt McClain has been eliminated!!!

BJ: And then there was only one. Azreal has no choice but to fight and does he have a set of odds against him.

AJ: Azreal is wily enough to do it.

[Red Wolf stands there and rubs his hands together while Azreal just stands there as both men lock gazes before circling the ring and finally locking up. Azreal comes away with a side headlock and starts talking trash to Red Wolf before going for a standing switch into a hammerlock. Red Wolf surveys the situation before he shoots a couple of elbows to the face before quickly reversing the hammerlock into one of his own. Azreal grabs Red Wolf by the head and flips him over the shoulder but Red Wolf comes back with a european forearm to the head to take Azreal down to the mat when both of them get up to their feet and face off to the screaming applause of the fans.]

BJ: The fans wanted to see this in the states and now, we have it.

AJ: I want to see it too, damn it!!!

[Both men go to lock up again but Red Wolf connects with a couple of short knee lifts to the midsection. Red Wolf whips Azreal into the ropes and goes for a back elbow but Azreal ducks underneath. Azreal comes back across and gets nailed with a kick to the midsection by Red Wolf. Red Wolf hits the ropes, and nails Azreal with a boot to the head. Azreal hits the mat when Red Wolf drops to a knee and pummels away with forearms to the nose. Red Wolf pulls him back to his feet and hooks him in a front face lock and hoists him up for a vertical suplex.]

BJ: Red Wolf showing tremendous power by holding Azreal up like that.

[Red Wolf finally drops Azreal to the mat with the suplex before rolling with it and going for the cover and sticking a forearm into the jaw.]

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AJ: Azreal with the kickout.

[Azreal kicks out while Red Wolf pulls Azreal back to his feet and makes the tag to Rotten. Rotten kicks him in the stomach before coming back with an european uppercut that staggers Azreal back. Rotten shoots Azreal into the ropes and goes for a back drop but Azreal rolls over the back but Rotten takes him down with a side russian legsweep. Rotten quickly goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]

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BJ: Azreal quickly kicks out.

[Azreal kicks out with authority while Rotten pulls Azreal up to his feet and delivers a chop to the chest when Azreal fires back one of his own that stuns Rotten. Azreal backs up and fires another chop before whipping Rotten into the near corner. Azreal charges in with a running clothesline but gets nothing but turnbuckle as Rotten gets out of the way.]

BJ: I think Azreal just knocked himself silly on that mistake.

AJ: Well, let's see if the Cruiserweight Champ can follow up on the mistake.

[Azreal grabs his chest in pain before Rotten hits the ropes and connects with a front kick to the chest sending Azreal to the mat in pain. Azreal tries to roll over to the ropes and get to his feet while Rotten climbs up to the second turnbuckle and hits Azreal with a double ax-handle smash to the back of the head and neck.]

BJ: And it looks like Team Burning Phoenix is taking much pleasure in beating Azreal down to nothing.

AJ: He can come back. I know he can.

[Rotten goes right back to the ribs with numerous stomps to the chest before taking Azreal by the arm and leg and sliding out of the ring and drags Azreal to the ringpost before pulling him against the post as Azreal screams out in agony. Rotten slams Azreal against the post again while the ref continues to admonish Rotten. Rotten rolls back into the ring and makes the tag to Misawa. Rotten stomps away at Azreal once more before Misawa picks Azreal up and drops him over his knee with a rib breaker. Misawa turns around and looks at the cheering crowd before going back to work.]

AJ: Well, Azreal will never breathe the same way again after meeting the ringpost.

[Misawa slowly picks up Azreal by the hair but Azreal fires back with a knife edge chop to the chest of Misawa. Azreal starts stumbling around and tries to breathe when he connects with another chop to the chest. Azreal whips Misawa into the ropes and goes for a back drop but Misawa counters with a scissors kick to the back of the head. Azreal tries to catch his breathe a little while Misawa gets back to his feet.]

BJ: Looks like Azreal was trying to come back but one has to wonder how his breath will hold up.

[Azreal stumbles back to the ropes before getting knocked down by a spinning crescent kick to the jaw by a turning Misawa. Misawa grabs Azreal by the legs and rolls through for a cover.]

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AJ: NO!! Azreal kicks out once again.

[Azreal kicks out again while Azreal continues to favor his chest when he gets up. Misawa makes the tag to Red Wolf. Azreal sneaks in a kick to the midsection. Azreal grabs a rear waistlock but Red Wolf fires a couple of back elbows before dropping Azreal to the mat with a drop toe hold into an anklelock and Azreal quickly goes for the ropes and reaches them. The ref yells for Red Wolf to break the hold. Red Wolf breaks it and drags Azreal back to the center of the ring before continuing to kick away at the ribs of Azreal before he hits the ropes and comes back with a double stomp to the chest.]

BJ: Red Wolf is systematically caving in Azreal's ribcage.

AJ: He better or Azreal will leave him as a mark in the loss column.

[Red Wolf picks Azreal up and goes for an abdominal stretch and tightens it up. The ref checks on Azreal and asks if he wants to give it up. Azreal says no. Red Wolf continues to yank on the hold. Azreal continues to yell out in pain. Azreal grabs a hold of him and pulls him over with a hiptoss. Red Wolf gets back to his feet when Azreal takes him over with an inside cradle.]

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BJ: Red Wolf sneaks out the back door.

[Red Wolf kicks out and goes right back to stomping away at the injured ribs of Azreal before picking him up and whips him into the corner. Red Wolf charges in and hits him with a clothesline that snaps his head back. Azreal slumps back into the corner when Red Wolf picks Azreal up and places him onto the top turnbuckle before unleashing a vicious chop to the chest of Azreal. Red Wolf climbs up to the top turnbuckle and grabs a front face lock but Azreal fights back with right hands to the midsection before shoving Red Wolf down to the mat.]

AJ: I think Azreal is sensing his chance to take this match over if he can get some offense in.

BJ: This battle has been going back and forth. It is an amazing testament to Azreal's in-ring skills.

AJ: As well as his desire to be a champion.

[Azreal shakes off the cobwebs and sits poised on the top turnbuckle waiting for Red Wolf to move. Red Wolf gets back to his feet and turns into a missile dropkick from Azreal that gets the fans on their feet. Both men lay on the mat when the ref checks on both guys before he starts his count.]

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[Azreal fights to his feet to break the count while Red Wolf is slow to get up. Azreal urges Red Wolf to get up and fires away with numerous right hands to the jaw of Red Wolf before whipping him into the ropes and taking him up and over with a back drop. Red Wolf quickly gets back to his feet only to knock Azreal down with a clothesline.]

AJ: OUCH!! I think Azreal might be eating his words after that shot.

BJ: Red Wolf is just too big and too strong against Azreal.

[Red Wolf picks Azreal up by the hair and slams him head first into the turnbuckle before grabbing a headlock and charges out of the corner with a bulldog headlock. Red Wolf turns Azreal over and goes for another cover.]

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BJ: Azreal will not stay down.

[Azreal gets the shoulder up at the last second as Red Wolf makes the tag to Misawa. Misawa rolls Azreal backwards into a La Magistral cradle for a pin.]

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BJ: So close but Azreal finds a way out.

[Azreal kicks out barely as Misawa pulls Azreal back to his feet and grabs Azreal and lifts him up in the air before dropping him to the mat with another rib breaker. Misawa backs away for a moment before picking up Azreal and hooks a standing headscissors before taking him up and back down with a big powerbomb. Azreal is drilled solidly into the mat while Misawa quickly rolls him up and goes for a lateral press.]

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BJ: NO!!!

[The ref stops the count and points to Azreal's foot on the ropes and Misawa looks to be visibly concerned. Misawa pulls Azreal back to his feet, and pushes him into the near corner and fires away with some rapid fire chops to the chest before kicks away at the chest once more.]

BJ: Misawa is looking to try anything to keep Azreal down and out.

[Misawa goes for an Irish whip out of the corner but Azreal reverses the whip, and sends Misawa into the far corner but Misawa nearly takes Azreal out of his boots with a tremendous spear.]

AJ: And that was one very hellacious spear.

[Misawa pulls Azreal up with a rear waistlock and takes him up and over with a german suplex and begins to roll with it before taking him over with another german suplex and rolls with it again before taking Azreal up and over with a third german suplex before hitting the bridge for the cover.]

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AJ: NO!!!! HE KICKED OUT!!!

[Azreal somehow gets the shoulder up as Misawa looks shocked before picking up Azreal and putting him on the top turnbuckle before firing a couple of stiff right hands to the jaw before climbing up to the second turnbuckle and hooks Azreal before taking him up and over with a superplex.]

AJ: Azreal has fought a great match but now Red Wolf is about to ground him permanently. He needs to give it up.

BJ: Azreal has indeed put up a great fight but it's just a matter of time before he has to throw in the towel.

[Misawa gets to his feet and makes the tag to Red Wolf.]

BJ: Azreal is showing some supreme heart in this match but the odds seem too far against him.

AJ: I agree. Those ribs looks to be nearly destroyed.

[Red Wolf connects with a kick to the ribs. Red Wolf drives Azreal into the mat with a vicious DDT. Red Wolf looks over to the near corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle before leaping off with a high arc moonsault. Red Wolf falls on top of Azreal for the cover and hooks the leg.]

BJ: HARVEST MOON!!!!!!!

AJ: WHAT HANGTIME BY THE URUFU!!!!

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[The ref calls for the bell.]

[DING!!!!! DING!!!!! DING!!!!]

RA: Azreal has been eliminated! The winning survivors are Johnny ROTTEN, Shinjiro MISAWA and Red WOLF!!!!

Long: And it’s over…team Burning Phoenix advances with the majority of the team still intact, Johnny Rotten, Red Wolf and Misowa!

Reed: Master of stating the obvious and My god, Azrael looks to be destroyed!

Long: he did what he said he would though, he fought until he was broken, now someone might want to get a medic out here for this kid he is not looking good!

[Azrael rolling around on the mat in pain, clutching his ribs while the three surviving members of team Burning Phoenix have their arms raised in victory over his fallen form.]

[Camera pans around a very hot crowd at the Las Vegas motor speed way. Signs galore. Quickly we cut to a shot of ringside, where our announce duo is sitting.]

Long: The fans on their feet here in Las Vegas! Summer Games 5 is just getting under way and what an exciting evening here tonight. I'm getting word that tonight is a complete sell out not and not an empty seat in the house!

[We get another pan shot of the crowd, except is seems we're not sold out. Upon further inspection, there's a lone empty seat. Front Row. Ringside.]

Reed: You might wanna have a talk with the voices in your head. It doesn't look like we've got a sell out. Look at the monitor.

Long: That's strange...

[We get another shot of that empty seat. The camera crew pans up a couple rows to see a man. Dressed in a red button down shirt. The first couple of buttons un-done and shirt un-tucked. The sleeves rolled up to just underneath his elbows. Some what long hair put back into a ponytail. Two usher's accompany this man to his seat. This actually gets a pop from the crowd.]

Reed: ...what the....

Long: I'm not sure if I'm seeing things...

[We get a close up now on the man. The man that seems to have a ticket. A ticket to the seat that was just moments ago empty. Some of the fans around this man start patting him his back. He acknowledges them. He looks familiar, but something's changed.]

Long: Isn't that former Double Crown and Silver State Heavyweight Wrestling Heavyweight champion??

Reed: ...I think your right.

[Sure enough it is. The Alliances Most Miserable Man, seems to have gotten himself a front row ticket for the WWA premiere PPV event of the year. Shoulder length black hair in a pony tail replaces the familiar bald head we'd seen in the past.]

Long: No ones seen or heard from him in over a year. There's got to be a reason he's here damn it.

Reed: Maybe to watch some wrestling?

Long: So that was who was trying to get in earlier!

Reed: Welcome to the show Captain clueless....

[We get a final shot of SyNn before we cut back to the announce crew..]

Long: Well lets get back into the action as we try to find out. just exactly why SyNn has chosen to return here at Summer Games.

Reed: Maybe because it's in his back yard? Man, you really need to think before you open your mouth. Gees...

Long: Be that as it may, this next match then should certainly interest him as it pits the team from the SWF against Team SSW!!!!!

Reed: Well lets see, each team has their veterans, in Saunders and Rowell, and each team seems to have their sadists in Saint and Ronin….

Long: Well with Ronin its more psychological….

Reed: True, who else would torment Wendy the way he did.

Long: Diablo?

Reed: Shut up already…now as I was saying, the teams seem to be evenly matched that’s for damn sure.

Long: Well then, let’s get on with it already!

[Scene cuts backstage where we find Shinjiro Misawa sitting in a chair, wiping the sweat off of his brow. Shinjiro sees the reflection of his partner in the mirror as Red Wolf appears from behind.]

You did good out there kid. How do you feel?

Pretty good, a little tired but ok.

[The Urufu cranes his neck until he hears a satisfying crack, and he smiles.]

You know what this means, partner?

[Shinjiro nods.]

Whatever happens out there, whoever gets the victory, it has no effect on us taking those Tag Titles tonight, ok?

Okay! Don’t hold yourself back on my account partner, I want your best out there.

[Red Wolf starts to leave, but turns back one more time as he reaches the door.]

I won’t be holding back either!

[Red Wolf smiles and disappears behind the doorway.]

[cut back to ringside]

Long: Well, there you have it, two guys who find themselves in a position to not only do battle tonight, but then to step in the ring and try to work as a team to win some tag team gold.

Reed: I don’t think they can do it!

Long: Why do you say that?

Reed: Because this is all about being the best and as much as they may shake hands and act like its all going to work out now, when one of them costs the other the chance at being world champion, the team will come crumbling down, you mark my words!

Long: Is that another bet?

Reed: Yeah! will give me the chance to take more money off of you!

Long: Don’t count on it, how about we make it double or nothing huh?

Reed: you got a deal!

Long: Ok, one more team match to go folks, and this is the one I have been anticipating, legend against legend, as Mike Bell and Micheal Lennox get set to face off on opposite teams.

Reed: Man it would take me all night to run down the history between these two men, suffice it to say that there is a lot of it. Mike Bell has been the NWA world champion, as has micheal Lennox, but one thing that Micheal Lennox has done that Mike Bell hasn’t is win the world title here in the WWA. If Bell can win a shot tonight, he’ll take the first step in remedying that.

Long: it would be a hell of a feet, that’s for sure!

Reed: Bell has a solid team backing him, Twister, a former Tag, Double Crown and National Champion needs just that one more piece of gold to Tie Ulfric in the Grand Slam ratings, and with Lycan and Tommy Drake itching for their shots as well, the BWA has put together a solid team.

Long: Yeah but look at who is backing Lennox…we have Misty Xaio, of the SOE who took out Diablo of all people to become the first female world heavyweight champion in WWA history, and along with fellow SOE member Brigham Smith, a former multi time tag champ they should make a formidable duo, and then there is Dachi!

Reed: Talk about a wild card there!

Long: wild card or no, the guy had skills.

Reed: Lets see how far those skills take him tonight, this ain’t no cage!

Long: Hey, wait a minute…don’t Lennox and the SOE hate each other?

Reed: Well, I suppose hate is a good word for it.

Long: Oh yeah, I can see how long that team is going to last then.

Reed: You think Lennox would turn on a teammate?

Long: I think his teammates would turn on him!

Reed: Damn!

RA: The Following Tag Team Elimination Match is scheduled for multiple falls. Introducing first…Team BWA!!!!

Weighing in at 215 lbs and hailing from Indianapolis, Indiana. He is a former WWA International, Double Crown and World Tag Team Champion. Being accompanied to the ring by Dan Pollaski, he is Terrance "Twister" THOMPSON!!!!

*BOOM!*

(The crowd leaps to their feet as Audioslave's "Gasoline" begins to play, and a volley of red, white, and blue pyros go off on stage.)

#Houses haunted#
#I just wanna go for a ride.#
#Out and on#
#Before I set this room alight.#

(A huge cheer erupts as Terrence Thompson comes out onto the stage, looking around at the crowd. Behind him steps Dan Pollaski, wearing a cocky smirk.)

#Left alone#
#Forever and for crimes unclear#
#With my patience gone#
#Someone take me far from here¡K YEAH!#

(Twister and Dan begin to make their way to the ring, Twister giving a couple of high fives, Dan largely ignoring the fans.)

#Burning that gasoline!#
#Yeah¡K Burning that gasoline!#

(They reach the bottom of the ramp, Twister sliding into the ring. Pollaski slowly makes his way to Twister's corner, giving fans that protest him ignoring them the evil eye.)

#New day yawning#
#Another day in solitude#
#Houses honest#
#Clearly more than I can bear#

(Inside the ring, Twister climbs the nearest turnbuckle, giving the cheering crowd a salute, before making his way to his own corner.)

#Drag me out#
#Before I set my world on fire#
#Out and gone#
#The sun will never set tonight!#

(Twister leans out over the ropes, talking to Pollaski, as his music fades)

RA: And their tag team partner. Weighing in at 225 lbs. and hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota. He is "The Maverick" Tommy DRAKE!!!!!

[The lights dim to complete black as the a pounding guitar lines. The crowd cheers with anticipation. Slowly a stampeding drum line kicks in. It pounds mercilessly as it begins to blend in the line. The Bayou Tron lights up with some gothic lettering the slowly drips into place. The crowd is reaching a fever pitch As the line stops and the crowd CHEERS LOUDLY at the words spelt so wonderfully on the Bayou Tron.]

The Maverick

[The guitar and drums drop off as the screaming vocals of Refused blare ever so loudly.]

CAN I SCREAAAAM!

[The guitar line and drums explode once again with a rocking rift as this quite clearly "New Noise" by Refused. Blue sparks rains down infront of the entrance way silhoutting a man.]

YEAH!

WE LACK THE MOTION TO MOVE TO THE NEW BEAT!

WHOOO!

[The lights lift as the Bayou Tron is flaring with clips of a familiar alliance face as he does what only he can do. The man stands tall with his back pointing out in a blue and white leather jacket. The back clad with the Northern Stars emblem, the hood up. Also adorned in blue wrestling pants clad with a horse logo on the lower left pant leg. The man flips his head up, the hood flying back as lengthy hair flips and the crowd screams.]

WE LACK THE MOTION TO MOVE TO THE NEW BEAT!

[He pivots on his left heel to face the ring and the camera getting a big, clear view. It's The Certifer. The Maverick, Tommy Drake. The crowd is on their feet, stunned but loving it.]

It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it
Can afford the luxury of turning our heads
Adjust that thousand dollars smile and behold the creation of man
Great words won't cover ugly actions - good frames won't save bad paintings

[Draketizzle just grins that grin as his new long hair hangs in his face. The Northern Star STRIDES TO THE LEFT AND POUNDS HIS FIIIIIIST!]

WE LACK THE MOTION TO MOVE TO THE NEW BEAT!
YEAH!

[The crowd responds as he goes to the left and throws his arms up, motioning for them to raise up. They're already up for now.]

WE LACK!
MOOOOTIOOOON!

[Striding back into the center he just shows that toothy loveable grin. Eyeing destiny ahead of him he takes a few warm up hops and sprints with his head low like a stampeding bronco toward the ring.]

When the day is over - Hey! - the doors are locked on us
Money buys the access - and we can't pay the cost
And how can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice?
We need new noise - new art for the real people

[T Drake slides into the ring and using the momentum pushes himself off the mat and directly onto his feet in a crouched posistion. Unzipping the jacket and running for the upper right corner he leaps in a single bound to the second turnbuckle and throws the one of a kind jacket into the crowd revealing his White "BWA" t-shirt beneath it. He throws his taped right fist into the air, looking out with that happy grin WWA's been lacking for awhile.]

We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs

[He hops down and takes the shirt off and tosses it into the crowd. He stretches, eyeing Twister and Lycan as he just grins. Focusing on the crowd reactions as the music cuts.]

RA: And their tag team partner.

[The camera shifts backstage to see "The Natural" standing just in front of the curtain to make his way down to the ring. You can tell that he is nervous because he is hopping up and down, trying desperately trying to get rid of the butterflies that is in his stomach. He is completely unaware that the camera is there when he begins to talk to himself]

Bell: I'm ready for the big time. This is Summer Games and I am going to show the world that "The Natural" deserves to represent the WWA as its world champion

[His manager "Sweet" Sherry approaches him and strokes his hair]

Sherry: A few more seconds, are you ready?

[They both see the lights beginning to dim, and the humming sound begins, letting them both know that the time has come.....]

Bell: (pushing through the curtain) Well, we're about to find out.

[As "The Natural" makes his way through the curtain, Sherry follows behind him]

[A light humming sound is heard as the lights dim down and a very chilling breeze totally engulfs the arena. The cold air hits the fans immediately many are unprepared for it...]

RA: Ladies and Gentlemen, consider this history in the making. I can promise you that 2 months ago NOBODY would have seen this coming.

[Almost immediately fog begins to roll in and the entire entrance ramp is completely engulfed. It is so thick that you can cut through it with a knife]

[Not as loud as the humming sound but you can hear what sounds to be thunder off in a distance and lightning is seen through the fog at the roof of the arena]

[You then hear a voice]

Voice over: Passion is what drives me now....

[The thunder gets a little louder and just when you least expect it......]

[BONG]

[BONG]

{BONG]

[It is the eerie ringing of a bell that is being heard.]

[BONG]

[BONG]

[Then you hear the voice again]

voice: For whom the bell tolls

[BOOM]

[BOOM]

[ZIP]

[ZIP]

[Loud explosions and pyro begin shooting all through the arena to the point that enough static electricity is generated to make the hair on the back of your neck stand up]

[Then "Sirius" by the Alan Parson's Project begins to play and the fans begin to cheer as they can see someone coming through the fog and stops on the entrance ramp. The cheers get even louder when they see it as "The Natural" Mike Bell and his manager/ex-wife who is standing at the top of the ramp.]

RA: He is here to lay claim to the only world title that he has never, ever held...and all he has to do is make it through three of the most difficult matches of his life.

[The roar becomes almost deafening as he is standing there in an attire of long wrestling pants and a t-shirt that looks like it was made out of the Texas flag and Sherry is wearing a one piece body suit . His long hair is pulled back into a pony tail, and Sherry's blonde hair is laying on her shoulders. They then begin to make their way towards the ring, You can see that they are going over final match strategies as they make their way towards the ring apron.

RA: The two of them are going over final match preparations. That is the reason why Sherry has ALWAYS been so important to him.

[They stop just short of the ringsteps when a laser light forms in the middle of the ring and it begins to rotate the words "The Natural" in a counter clockwise direction. He then enters the ring and kisses Sherry before holding up the ropes for Sherry to take her place in his corner.]

RA: And their opponents. They represent Team OCW!!!!

[The opening vocals from Queen's "Princes of the Universe" ring throughout the arena...]

[On the big screen, clips start rolling at a fast pace. "The Red Angel" Misty Xiao hits the Angel's Crush on Diablo. Manifest Destiny -- Brigham and Seth -- whack seven shades of hell out of Michael Lennox and Darkside with a pair of steel chairs. Skipper yells into the crowd, before hitting Joey Tesauro with a Ships Ahoy! A clip from the same match follows, with Ash hitting Christian Light with an Aces High. Finally, we see various clips of Mr. PB hitting opponents and victims with Trout Slap... after Trout Slap... after Trout Slap... with a shot of the infamous Exploding Trout Blast from International Wars to round it out.]

[Three words strobe over and in between the clips:]

[In a brilliant flash, jets of pyro shoot out half-starbursts all around the entrance. The pyro is in a rainbow of colors, and it signals the entrance of the SoE, appearing below the colorful show of light.]

[And two figures stride out onto the ramp -- the the two young prodigies of the Syndicate. "The Stormin' Mormon" Brigham Smith -- of average size but lithe in appearance -- is clad in short blue-and-white tights, white pads and boots. He also wears a hooded vest that is blue in front, white in back with the initials "TSM" written in blue; the hood is pulled over his short unkempt brown hair. Tucked under his arm is a leather-bound edition of the Book of Mormon.]

[Beside him is "The Red Angel" Misty Xiao. She's clad in a crimson, high-collared top with an iridescent angel embroidered over the chest; matching crimson trunks, short black boots, black elbow- and kneepads, and red wrist tape. Her glossy black hair is tied in two bouncing pigtails.]

[Behind the SoE duo appear three men. One large and stocky, dressed in a crisp white ship captain's uniform; the second tall and lean, and dressed like a cowboy; and the third black-haired and muscular, clad in a black tanktop and cargo pants. In order of appearance, these could only be The Skipper, Ash the Man-Soon, and Seth Maverick.]

[All together now, the group heads down to the ring, as loud jeers rain down on them from the fans in the crowd.]

Ring Announcer: Now coming down the aisle, accompanied by Ash the Man-Soon, The Skipper, and Seth Maverick... At a combined weight of 354 pounds... Representing the Syndicate of EVIL... They are the "The Stormin' Mormon" BRIGHAM SMITH... And "The Red Angel" MISTY XIAO!

[Brigham seems oblivious to the jeers and boos, keeping his face neutral. Halfway down the aisle, Misty breaks into a full sprint and runs ahead, diving into the ring. Brigham dashes in after her, and twin spotlights come on to illuminate both of them as they get to her feet. Xiao and Smith go to separate corners and climb to the top rope, posing as cameras flash throughout the crowd.]

[Finally Brigham and Misty jump down from the turnbuckles and assemble in their own corner. At ringside, Skipper, Ash and Maverick take up position in their team's corner and aim intimidating glares all around. The arena lights come on once more.]

RA: And their tag team partner. Weighing in at 245 lbs. and hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana. He is “The Wolverine” Micheal LENNOX!!!!!!

[The arena falls dark and silent, the crowd anxious and waiting for something to happen. Then the ominous tapping of the highhat begins the fever pitch of the guitar riff while laser lights zoom throughout the arena.]

[The heavy guitar laden first riff of AC/DC's "Back In Black" roars through the arena, accompanied by a flash of brilliant red pyrotechnics while a video package plays on the JumboTron.]

[The next heavy riffs roar out, with more amazing fire flashes. The crowd rises to their feet to cheer the man, but unable to tear themselves away from the magnificent show.]

[Red and White pyro streamers, burning bright ignite and engulf the entrance area in a bath of fire and brimstone. The crowd is on their feet and whipped into fury as they give The Wolverine an amazing ovation at the entrance area.]

[Just as that all important phrase is said, two rockets fly down from the ceiling and blast into the top of the entranceway. This draws the audience's attention there for a moment, and when they look back at the entrance, "The Wolverine" Micheal Lennox is there. He stands on the platform, with a focused look on his face when he pours water over his head as he walks down the aisle dressed in ripped blue jeans with "Lennox" written down one leg, combat boots, taped fists and a black/red "Wolverine" t-shirt, and a long black leather duster and a flannel shirt wrapped around his waist. His long tangled hair hanging down in his face while he rushes down the aisle and smacks hands with the fans before he steps inside of the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle before he gives the fans a double fist salute.]

[Lennox holds his fists above his head to the roar of the crowd before he takes his shirt and duster off and throws it to the corner while he stands in his corner as the bell rings.]

RA: And their tag team partner…

The arena goes black as 2pac's voice comes over the loud speaker....

[2Pac]
Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA
nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo
I don't give a fuck where you lay at
it's time to slay these bitch made niggas

[Bizzy-overlapping Pac]
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

[2Pac]
they ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
where my thugs at!! [Sound of bullet being loaded inside the chamber and eventually shot...]
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time
well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it

[White lights shine over the entrance way as Daishi stands, wearing a black gi top that has a bust of a silver dragon stretched across from his right shoulder over to his left shoulder. A silver mask in the form of a grotesque skull with horns, covers his face as he slowly walks to the ring. The fans in awe of the man who was once known as Sam "The Man" Horrey.

[Bizzy]
Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know
That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought
And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all
We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level they can't
Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war
Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror
For what the did it all pause for the cause and I
Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on

Ring Announcer: From the East Elmhurst section of Queens NY weighing in at 231 pounds, This is DAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIISHIIIIIIIIIII!!!!

All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over cleveland

[Sam gets to the ring steps as smoke billows from beneath them. Stepping into the ring, he stares across the ring, as he takes off the gaudy mask. The camera pans on his face and bald head covered in Japanese Characters as he sits in some sort of meditation...]

[2Pac]
Hahaha what's poppin nigga
put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga
Thug Luv nigga we can do this like punks
and punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out
pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby

I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life
Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse...

[Daishi looks into the crowd, and then holding his middle and index finger to the bottom of his chin, he spews green mist into the air, and commences brawling with his opponent attacking with punches and kicks, as the bell rings. The song continues to play throughout the match ala New Jack...]

[DING!!!! DING!!!!! DING!!!!!]

BJ: And here we go.

AJ: It's breaking down early as I figured it would be. When you have guys from Louisiana versus guys from Texas, you get nothing but a big brawl.

BJ: Twister and Daishi, Lycan and Lennox!

[Brigham and Misty calmly step outside while Bell motions for Drake to step outside with him. Twister and Lycan hit the ropes and go for a double baseball slide. Daishi and Lennox turn around into a double lariat by Lycan and Twister pulls Daishi to his feet and goes for an irish whip and leaps up for a dropkick but Daishi hangs onto the ropes. Daishi grabs the legs and delivers a headbutt to the groin of Twister.]

AJ: You know, I don't think Wendy will approve of that one?

[Lennox and Lycan are still exchanging rights when Lycan grabs Lennox and looks for a suplex but Lennox comes back with an elbow to the side of the head. Lennox picks up Lycan and goes for a slam but Lycan floats over and drops Lennox with an inverted DDT. Daishi gets back to his feet as does Lycan. Daishi scores first with a crescent kick to the midsection and locks on a gutwrench and gets Lycan up but Lycan continues to move and lands on his feet and drops Daishi with a thunderous DDT.]

AJ: Lycan evens the odds with that DDT as he and Twister are holding their own for Team BWA.

BJ: Lycan is showing why they want this victory.

[Lennox and Daishi roll out of the ring while Twister climbs up the turnbuckles. Twister finally up to his feet and launches himself with a cross body block onto Lennox. Lycan hits the ropes and connects with a baseball slide dropkick that sends Daishi into the steel barricade. Lycan gets right behind Daishi before he connects with a stiff shot right between the eyes of Lycan.]

AJ: Now, that was just sudden. Daishi almost knocked Lycan out.

[Twister gets back to his feet and grabs Lennox and looks to whip him into the barricade but Lennox reverses the whip and sends Twister hard into the barricade. Lennox charges in and catches Twister with a cactus clothesline sending both of them into the crowd. The ref goes out there and tries to get back some sort of control. Lycan is staggering around at ringside when Daishi grabs him and sends him head first into the steel steps. Daishi grabs a steel chair from nearby and tries to crush Lycan's head but Lycan gets out of the way and grabs Daishi and the chair and takes him over with a side russian legsweep. Lennox gets to his feet when Twister connects with a low blow.]

AJ: Lennox's going to be feeling that one for a little while.

BJ: I guess you can call it payback for the earlier shot.

[Twister back up to his feet and grabs Lennox and takes him over with a suplex and takes out the second row. Lycan grabs the steps and tries to slam them on Daishi, who gets out of the way while the steps