Reed: Now this is the match I’ve been waiting for, time to see Red wolf and Misowa crumble!

Long: Man jus thave your wallet ready cause you are so going to lose.

Reed: Look, not only do I think Red Wolf advancing hurt them as a team, but hell, they have both wrestled twice already, were as Joey and Christian Light are fresh, not to mention, you know Red Wolf is going to want to hold back, knowing he has to wrestle one more time tonight.

Long: I don’t think so, I do not believe he would sacrifice his teammates chance for personal glory!

Reed: Heh!

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.

Announcer: And the challengers, representing Burning Phoenix Puro.

Two shadows that stand amidst the smoke screen emerge into the light. It is the Urufu, Red Wolf bearing the emblem of Burning Phoenix Puro, and Shinjiro Misawa waving a BPP banner above his head.

Announcer: Weighing in at a combined weight of 505 lbs. They are the team of Shinjiro Misawa and “The Urufu” Red Wolf!!!

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.

Shinjiro Misawa leads Red Wolf down to ring, slapping the hands of some nearby fans. The video screen shows the image a phoenix fully ablaze, scorching its way to the heavens. 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 while Shinjiro vaults over the rope.

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 BPP Team. The chaos dies down, and the two men discuss strategy while waiting on their opponents.

Ring Announcer: And their opponents...they are current, reigning and defending World Tag Team Champions...first...

[Blackness.]

[Whispering can be heard feeding in from the PA system, leading in a crescendoing single note.]

[The note and whispering breaks at the crest, and is replaced by an electric piano playing notes. As the piano begins, the previously-blackened tron comes to life, displaying three words in white font]

[This illicits a respectful cheer from the packed house.]

#A child alone in daddy's room, the gun was hidden here
#No one home to catch me when I fall

[After the word "fall", the spotlights go on, spanning the audience quickly and showering it with blue light.]

#A young man now in a private chair,
#I've seen the world through a bitter stare
#But my dream is still alive,
#I'm going to be the best I can

[The word "can" echoes and fades, as with it do the spotlights and Outlaw-tron. Then, when the silence threatens to take over the arena, we hear the sounds of Ozzy Osbourne's "Back on Earth" echoing through the arena. In time with the chords, a pulsing blue light eminates from the entranceway, showing the sillouhette of a tall, muscular man with a flat top haircut.]

#I have fallen from grace, and my ashes are scattered
#No longer of passion and flesh
#My flame is alive, though my wings have been shattered
#They lay my body to rest

[Every pulse of this light throws two massive shadows on the rampway, seemingly leaning closer to the ring area, trying to get to a place they know as home.]

#My spirit is breathing, my senses are pure
#Like reincarnation, my soul will endure

[And with the crashing of the cymbals, the blue light stops pulsing, and is replaced by several solid white spotlights that illuminate The Last Nighthawk himself, as well as his cousin Notso Bright. Light's wearing a black t-shirt with the logo of The Elysium on the front, as well as his blue "RTD" tights and white wrestling boots. He proudly wears the World Tag Team Title around his waist. The towering frame of Notso Bright in jeans and an "I'm With Stupid" t-shirt, with his long blonde pulled back in a ponytail.]

[Also, the Outlaw-tron has two new words on its screen.]

Ring announcer: Now entering the arena! Hailing from Millersburg, Pennsylvania, USA... Standing 6'7" and weighing 278 pounds... He is "THE LAST NIGHTHAWK"... CHRISTIAN LIGHT!!

#Back on earth
#Back on earth
#Back on earth
#The spirit, it never lets go

[Light begins to walk his way down the aisle, wearing a huge smile and giving high-fives to all the fans who have their hands outstretched. On the tron, highlights of various past matches from around the WFWA are replaying. Notso follows his cousin, waving at the fans.]

#Like fountains of sorrow, the faces are crying
#I'm witnessing all of their pain
#Death is so final, for only the living
#The spirit will always remain

[Light, after making a circle of the ring and slapping some hands, climbs into the ring and hits a turnbuckle. Raising his hands, he absorbes the fans' reactions with a smile on his face. Notso remains in his team's corner on the floor, clapping and waving at Christian.]

#Bury me deep, just to cover my sins
#My soul is redeemed, as the journey begins

[Climbing down from the turnbuckle, Light hits the opposite side of the ring and climbs up that turnbuckle, taking in that side of the arena's reaction to him.]

#Back on earth (you feel me)
#Back on earth (reveal me)
#Back on earth, the spirit it never lets go

[Light comes down from the turnbuckle, seemingly a little less happy than before. As the guitar solo plays, Light slowly and reverently walks to the middle of the ring and takes one knee, facing the ramp. All the lights in the arena go out except one blue spotlight, which is focused on him.]

#Another dimension, a river of life
#I'm twisting, I'm turning, my soul is in flight
#OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH!

[Then, like a gunshot, Light explodes from the kneeling position into a standing one, screaming at the top of his lungs.]

#Back on earth (you feel me)

[His scream finished, Light walks over to his corner, going over the last part of his pre-fight ritual in his head.] #Back on earth (reveal me)

[Almost absent-mindedly, he takes off his black T-shirt and throws it into the audience; consequently, a lucky fan now has a free souvenier. Next off is the World Tag Team Title, which he neatly folds, kisses, and hands off to the official for the contest.]

#Back on earth (still breathing)

[A couple of last-minute bits of stretching prepare his body to give it all for the fans.]

#Back on earth (reliving)

[The music fades. Light is ready.]

Ring Announcer: And his partner...from Flushing New York, weighing in at 207lbs…the WWA World Cruiserweight Champion….Joey Teeeeeeeessssaaaaaaaaauuuuuurrrrooooooooo!!!

[Nothing there for a second, the lights shutting down in the arena. Insert the screams that always seem to happen when the lights go out, until we hear three words in a low, robotic voice]

[BOOM]

[The stage explodes in blue fire, and then the lights are back on, the fans are cheering, the opening chords of "Show Me How To Live" By Audioslave are playing, and we are rolling]

#And with the early dawn
#Moving right along
#Couldn't buy a eye full of sleep
#And in the aching nights under satellites
#I was not received

#Built with stolen parts
#Telephone in my heart
#Someone get me a priest
#To put my mind to bed
#This ringing in my head
#Is this a cure or is this a disease?

[And just when the Chorus starts, the spotlight shines on Joey Tesauro]

#Nail in my hand
#From my creator
#You gave me life now
#Show me how to live

[The sold out arena, filled to the rafters with the Japanese and American people is going insane for the Penguin man, now if only it was wednesday and we could get some of these chicks to take off their shirts, we could really get excited about something. As it is we just get to see Joey start to walk down to the ring]

#Nail in my hand
#From my creator
#You gave me life now
#Show me how to live

[Joey's, wearing the usual ring attire. Dark blue jeans, black boots, a black under-armor type shirt with an American flag on the sleeve. He's ready to do a lot of moving. What really stands out though is the WWA World Tag Team title strapped around his waist.]

#And in the afterbirth
#On the quiet earth
#Let the stains remind you
#You thought you made a man
#You better think again
#Before my role defines you

[The chorus begins as Joey steps into the ring, vaulting over the top rope with a spring in his step, before running in to the opposite corner, fists raised to the crowd, the camera's going wild]

#Nail in my hand
#From my creator
#You gave me life now
#Show me how to live

#Nail in my hand
#From my creator
#You gave me life now
#Show me how to live

[He hops back down, as the final bits of the song come on, Cornell shouting with ever more intensity]

#Show me how to Live…

#Show me how to live..

#Show me how to live

#Show, Me, How to LIVE!!!!!

[The song ends, the lights come back on, and Joey takes off his belt, raising it up high for the crowd, before handing it to the ref. He then turns to face the opponents, and boy is it game time]

BJ: Now, this is one match that I have waited to see for a long time.

AJ: Yeah, I forgot, you love it when the guys actually wrestle.

BJ: Yes, I do. When these two teams met in Japan, it was one of the most contested tag team matches in recent years. But, like the other fans, I felt cheated because there wasn’t a winner. Well, not this time.

AJ: You are right about that. This match has been ordered to have a sixty minute time limit. If Red Wolf and Misawa can’t get it done in one hour, then they don’t deserve to be called World Tag Team Champions.

[The ref holds up the World Tag Team Championship belts high in the air before passing them over to the timekeeper. The ref goes over final instructions and calls for the bell.]

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

[The teams go over final strategy when Christian Light motions for Joey Tesauro to go to the corner and he steps to the middle of the ring. Red Wolf motions for Misawa to step out while he goes to the middle of the ring as well.]

BJ: We got the power guys starting it off. Light, standing six foot seven and weighing two hundred and seventy–eight pounds against Red Wolf, who stands at six foot six and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds. And believe me when I tell you that these two can flat out get it done in the ring.

AJ: Yes, they can. Now, shut the hell up so we can call this match.

[Both men lock their gazes on the other before they back up and smack hands. They slowly circle each other in the ring before they lock up in a powerful collar and elbow tie-up. They jockey for positioning but neither man will budge and they break away.]

BJ: This is something else. The immoveable object and the irristible force head on.

[Light and Red Wolf stretch against the ropes before they lock up in another collar and elbow tie-up. Light digs deep and starts to shove Red Wolf towards the ropes but Red Wolf stops and starts to push back as the fans continue to cheer them on. They get to the center of the ring and Light slides in with a side headlock before going into a quick spin into a hammerlock before going back to the headlock. Light promptly takes Red Wolf to the mat with a takedown. Red Wolf pushes Light onto his shoulders for a quick pin.]

1...

BJ: Easy pinning combination on Light that time.

[Light pushes himself back over when Red Wolf shoves Light into a headscissors. Light gets his feet underneath him and slips out of it. Light grabs the legs of Red Wolf before going for an ankle lock but Red Wolf rolls through and grabs an ankle lock of his own. Red Wolf looking to get the submission instead of doing permenent damage while Light tries to get to the ropes. Red Wolf continues the pressure until Light gets to the bottom rope. The ref calls for the break and Red Wolf gives him a clean break.]

BJ: Nice scientific wrestling there by Red Wolf and Light. [Red Wolf and Light get to their feet and go into another collar and elbow tie up, Red Wolf ducks under and takes Light over with a suplex. Red Wolf quick to follow up with a elbow drop, before pulling Light to his feet and planting him with a massive brainbuster. Red Wolf follows through with a cover and hooks the leg.]

1...

2...

BJ: Light kicks out.

AJ: But Red Wolf surprised him and he looks a little dazed after that.

[Red Wolf brings Light over to his corner and makes the tag to Misawa. Misawa grabs a go-behind and locks on a rear waistlock before taking him over with a belly to back suplex. Light rolls over onto his stomach when Misawa floats over and goes a front chancery.]

AJ: What the hell is with all of this scientific wrestling. These guys should be beating the hell out of each other.

BJ: Maybe Red Wolf and Misawa think they can win with what got him here in the first place. With good solid wrestling.

[Light quickly reverses out of it and locks on an hammerlock. Misawa looks for a way out before rolling through and gets away from Light to get some breathing room. Light makes the tag to Tesauro, who charges in but Misawa catches him with a side headlock. Tesauro powers Misawa up and drops him to the mat with a belly to back suplex but Misawa holds on to the headlock but his shoulders are down on the mat.]

1...

2...

BJ: Misawa lets go the headlock and rolls away.

[Tesauro gets up first and takes Misawa over with a fireman's carry takeover and lands on him with a spinning legdrop to the throat. Joey goes for a lateral press.]

1...

2...

BJ: Misawa with the kickout.

[Misawa and Tesauro both get up when Joey buries a boot into the midsection before grabbing the arm and takes it over with an arm wringer. Misawa tries to fight it before rolling through on the mat and grabs Tesauro's wrist in a reversal and takes the arm over with an arm ringer of his own. Misawa immediately pulls Joey into an arm bar. Joey sticks a hand under Misawa's chin to push him away. Misawa goes for another arm wringer before driving an elbow to the shoulder of Tesauro. Joey winces in pain a little before coming back with a short knee lift to the midsection. Joey grabs Misawa by the neck and snapmares him over before delivering a stiff kick between the shoulder blades.]

BJ: That shot definitely found it's target.

[Joey shakes out the arm a little bit before pulling Misawa to his feet and sends him into the ropes with an irish whip and goes for a spin wheel kick but Misawa counters with a flying headscissors takeover to get Tesauro to the mat.]

AJ: Surprising counter by a man that outweighs Tesauro by forty pounds!

[Misawa runs at Tesauro and drops him with a spinning heel kick. Misawa rolls over and drops a knee to the shoulder of Tesauro. Misawa quickly gets up and drops a knee to the lower back of Tesauro. He pulls Joey up and whips him into the ropes. He drops him with a quick side slam. Misawa goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]

1...

2...

BJ: Light with another kickout.

AJ: Misawa and Red Wolf are using everything to put Light and Tesauro away in the early going.

[Tesauro gets back up to his feet when Misawa goes back to the arm and takes it over with another arm wringer. Tesauro reverses the arm wringer before pulling Misawa into a short arm clothesline. Joey makes the tag to Light. Light brings Misawa back up to his feet before pulling him and dropping him over the knee with a vicious backbreaker. Misawa grabs his back in agony when Light turns Misawa over onto his stomach and places a knee into his back before locking on a bow and arrow.]

AJ: Light looking to work over the back of Misawa to take away his power base.

BJ: Misawa won't give it up, especially here with the World Tag Team Titles on the line at the biggest event of the year.

[The ref checks on Misawa to see if he wants to give it up but yells no. Light rocks back and turns it into an inverted bow and arrow.]

BJ: He's got Misawa hoisted up in the air to add more pressure on the back.

AJ: Good move by one half of the Tag Team Champions.

[Light slowly pushes Misawa towards the side and pins his shoulders down to the mat.]

1...

2...

BJ: Misawa gets the shoulder up.

[Light finally releases the hold as Misawa slumps to the mat. Light gets up to his feet and brings up Misawa by the neck. Light connects with a headbutt to the lower back before whipping Misawa into the far corner. Light charges in but Misawa gets out of the way as Light goes in shoulder first. Light grabs his shoulder in pain when Misawa grabs the injured arm and drops it over his shoulder with violent force before taking him over with a judo throw. Light backs away trying to get some distance. Misawa closes the space with a short clothesline. Misawa picks up Light and whips hard into the near corner. Misawa makes the tag to Red Wolf. Misawa charges in and connects with a clothesline that snaps Light's head back. Misawa grabs Light and whips him out of the corner when Red Wolf hits the ropes and comes back with a devastating lariat.]

BJ: They call that "Burning Embers". Light coming out of the corner after that irish whip and Red Wolf just clotheslined him out of his boots. Did you see the rotations in mid-air?

AJ: DAMN!!!! Light must have thought he got hit by a truck.

BJ: Red Wolf goes for the lateral press.

1...

2...

BJ: Light kicks out at two and a half.

[Red Wolf goes for the cover again and hooks the leg.]

1...

2...

AJ: Light squirms out at two but he's not breathing so good.

[Red Wolf slowly picks Light up and delivers a headbutt to the forehead before grabbing the arm and drops him to the mat with a single arm DDT.]

BJ: Red Wolf going right after that arm knowing if he hurts it, Light can't lift him up for the Realizing The Dream..

[Red Wolf drags Light up and goes for an irish whip but Light reverses the whip. Red Wolf hits the ropes and ducks under a clothesline. Red Wolf hits the nearside ropes and gets clocked in the head with a big boot to the face.]

BJ: Light on target but he is hurt.

AJ: Red Wolf went down like a heap of bricks.

[Light drags a stunned Red Wolf up while still favoring that arm of his. Light pulls Red Wolf onto his good shoulder and charges into the corner slamming Red Wolf's lower back into the turnbuckles. Light backs up and slams the lower back into the turnbuckles once more before charging out with a massive powerslam. Light goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]

1...

2...

BJ: Kick out by Red Wolf.

[Light quickly up to his feet when he brings Red Wolf up and pulls him into a standing scissors and tries to lift him up but his arm won't let him. Light continues to shake his arm out to get the pain out. Light pulls Red Wolf up to his feet but Red Wolf comes back with a forearm to the jaw, followed by another. Red Wolf whips Light into the ropes and takes him down with a vicious spinebuster. Red Wolf gets back to his feet and howls to the crowd as they respond in kind.]

BJ: Red Wolf seems to be getting into a groove as he just drove Light into the mat.

[Red Wolf makes the quick tag to Misawa. Red Wolf picks up Light and stands him up on his shoulders when Misawa climbs up to the top turnbuckles and leaps off with a missile dropkick to the shoulder. Misawa goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]

1...

2...

[Tesauro comes in and breaks the count. Tesauro goes back to his corner and smacks the turnbuckle and waits for the tag when Misawa grabs a waistlock and takes him up and over with a belly to back suplex.]

AJ: Light landed right on his shoulder.

BJ: Misawa grabs Light and drops him with a quick shoulderbreaker before locking on a fujiwara armbar.

[Tesauro climbs up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a legdrop to the face of Misawa to break the hold. Tesauro yells at the ref before going back to his corner while both guys continue to lay on the mat.]

AJ: Now, it’s do or die. Can the champs rebound?

[Light crawls over and makes the tag to Tesauro. Tesauro climbs up to the top turnbuckle and faces the crowd before flying off with a huge moonsault onto Misawa. Tesauro goes for the cover.]

1...

2...

BJ: Misawa kicks out.

[Tesauro gets to his feet and picks up Misawa before whipping him into the ropes and knocks him down with a spinning crescent kick to the side of the head. Joey hits the ropes and goes into a forward roll before nailing him with a rolling senton splash. Joey springboards off of the second turnbuckle and comes down with an asai moonsault. Joey goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]

1...

2...

BJ: NO!!! Misawa kicked out at two.

[Tesauro gets to his feet and brings Misawa up and goes for a scoop but Misawa floats over and drops to the mat before rolling Tesauro up with a school boy.]

1...

2...

BJ: NO! Light kicks out.

[Misawa and Tesauro get back to their feet when Misawa goes for a short clothesline but Joey ducks under and brings Misawa down with a neckbreaker. Tesauro gets back up when he grabs a double leg on Misawa and pulls him in a little bit. Joey looking to step over but Misawa counters with a rolling body scissors and pins Tesauro's shoulders to the mat.]

1...

2...

AJ: Light comes in to break up the count.

[Red Wolf comes in and connects with rapid fire chops to the chest of Light. All four men are in the ring now. Misawa hits Tesauro with a stiff kick to the chest, toppling him through the ropes to the floor. Light and Wolf exchange blows until The Urufu takes the advantage and powerslams Light to the ground.].

BJ: The challengers have found a break. Can they get the win?

[Misawa and Urufu make eye contact and nod to each other. Red Wolf takes Misawa and whips him off the ropes. Urufu lifts Misawa high into the air for a back body drop, but Misawa shifts his positioning and comes crashing down on Light with a Senton Splash! Misawa goes for the cover.]

1...

2...

[Light gets the shoulder up when Joey pulls Light out of the ring. Joey rolls back into the ring when Misawa makes the tag to Red Wolf. Red Wolf comes in and picks up Joey and whips him into the ropes and sends him up and over with a big back body drop. Red Wolf positions himself in the corner waiting for Joey to get up as the crowd goes crazy.]

AJ: Looks like Red Wolf is about to take Joey's head off if he doesn't do something.

[Light gets back into the ring as Red Wolf charges in when Light pushes Joey out of the way and takes another lariat as the fans jump to their feet.]

BJ: OH MY GOD!!!!!! Christian Light might have a broken neck after that.

AJ: I've never heard of anyone eating two of these things in one match and actually surviving.

[Red Wolf sends Light in to the ropes and hits Light with a sidewalk slam. Light rolls out of the ring. Tesauro runs up towards Red Wolf but Red Wolf comes up with the big boot almost knocking off Tesauro's head. Red Wolf picks up him, and walks him back to the corner, where he tags in Shinjiro. Red Wolf begins to howl. Red Wolf has Light set up in a standing scissors.]

BJ: HOWL FROM BEYOND!!!!!

[Shinjiro is climbing up on to the top rope as Red Wolf has him hoisted up when Shinjiro jumps off with a Spinning Heel Kick, as Red Wolf slams him down when he modifies it to a leg drop!]

BJ: ONA-HAIGARA!!!!

AJ: What the hell does that mean?

BJ: It means Ashes of Honor and Light is out cold.

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

1...

2...

3!!!!

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

BJ: THEY DID IT!!!! RED WOLF AND SHINJIRO MISAWA HAVE JUST WON THE WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES!!!!

[Red Wolf grabs Misawa and helps him up when the ref awards them with the World Tag Team Championship belts. Misawa and Red Wolf look over and offer their hands to the former champs who take them and give them a handshake. Red Wolf hoists Misawa up on his shoulders as they play to the loud cheering crowd.]

Long: Now you pay up, and don’t forget…it was double or nothing!

Reed: I HATE YOU!

Long: Hate me all you want but pay me baby pay me we have new CHAMPS!!!!!!!!!

Reed: This whole celebration is disgusting!

Long: Stop being a hater!

Reed: Look, we are going to go over our time limit, and then what huh!

Long: Look, Red and Misawa are taking their celebration up the ramp, there are only two matches left to go and I’m sure Bell, Red Wolf and Saint are too tired to be out here for very long!

Reed: Heh, with a chance at the world title on the line, they may fight all night.

Long: As interesting as that might sound, the human body just couldn’t handle it!

Reed: One more bet…come on….I’m willing to put my money on Saint, triple the money, third times the charm I can feel it!

Long: Heh….what are you nuts…Saint? I’m putting my money on Red Wolf!

Reed: Not giving Bell a chance?

Long: I don’t know….he’s good…but Red Wolf is looking for redemption, he’s come too far to lose!

Reed: Fine, Triple or nothing, we have a deal!

[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 really pumped for the match at hand because it is going to be between himself and the other two finalists. He knows that the winner gets the world title shot and he isn't going to blow this golden opportunity. He is completely unaware that the camera is there when he begins to talk to himself]

Bell: Round 3, They doubted me. They all doubted me. Now I stand one match away from being the number one contender to the WWA World Heavyweight Champion.

[A smile rolls across his face for the first time tonight. He then looks straight at the camera.]

Bell: This one is for you Jimmy

[His manager "Sweet" Sherry approaches him and stands by his side]

Sherry: Just so you know, he is ALREADY proud of you

[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) Not as proud as he is going to be when I win this thing.

[Back to ringside.]

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the FINAL MATCH in the WWA's SUMMER GAMES 5! This is a triple threat match fought under elimination rules! The last remaining wrestler will be named the winner -- and the #1 contender to the World Heavyweight Championship!

[~RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!~]

Ring Announcer: Introducing first!

[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.]

OFF THROUGH THE NEW DAY'S MIST I RUN
OUT FROM THE NEW DAY'S MIST I HAVE COME
I HUNT
THEREFORE I AM
HARVEST THE LAND

TAKEN THE FALLEN LAMB

[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.]

OFF THROUGH THE NEW DAY'S MIST I RUN
OUT FROM THE NEW DAY'S MIST I HAVE COME
WE SHIFT
PULSING WITH THE EARTH
COMPANY WE KEEP
ROAMING THE LAND WHILE YOU SLEEP

[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.]

Ring Announcer: The survivor of Team BPP! Standing 6'10" and weighing 280 pounds... He is "THE URUFU" RED WOLF!!

BRIGHT IS THE MOON HIGH IN STARLIGHT
CHILL IN THE AIR COLD AS STEEL TONIGHT
WE SHIFT
CALL OF THE WILD
FEAR IN YOUR EYES
IT'S LATER THAN YOU REALIZED

[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.]

I FEEL A CHANGE
BACK TO BETTER DAY
HAIR STANDS ON THE BACK OF MY NECK
IN WILDNESS IS THE PRESERVATION OF THE WORLD
SO SEEK THE WOLF IN THYSELF
SHAPE SHIFT NOSE TO THE WIND
SHAPE SHIFT FEELING I'VE BEEN
MOVE SHIFT ALL SENSES CLEAN
EARTH'S GIFT
BACK TO THE MEANING OF WOLF AND MAN

[The Urufu walks to the center of the ring and proudly waves the flag high above his head. 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 opponents.]

Ring Announcer: And the NEXT competitor...

[The lights dim.]

Right up in here, is the sweet spot
Stay right up in here, and don't bend unda pre'sure
Is that what it is? The cake will do
Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do
Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em
Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you
Check it out

[FLASH]

CHRIS SAINT

[Out comes out SWF savior Chris Saint. His long blonde hair is down covering his face.]

Ring Announcer: The survivor of Team SWF! Standing 6'1" and weighing 215 pounds... He is CHRIS SAINT!!

I - opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my game off into amphetamines
Looked around and had a small wall green
But tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my fiends
Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam
Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching
Just another - hustle to add to my schemes
Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams
cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green
I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks
or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin T-shirt
When the - spot get hot don't stop, move shop
Find another block restock and take it from the top now

[Saint snaps his head up and his hair falls behind his hair. Now Saint's face is visible. Saint slowly begins to walk down the ramp. He never takes his eyes off of the ring. ]

Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do
Fuck tha game don't let the game fuck you
Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels
Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do

[Saint slides into the ring and crawls to the center.]

So you think you're the shit nigga YA smell me
Shouts out to my nigga NORE
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these icey roleys Scob done showed me
And hoes ignored me, now they blow me
Them niggas that loaned me now they owe me
Oh me Oh my I can see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie
While you five stand by I stand by tha captain
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends
Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin
Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool
Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool

[Chris Saint stands in the center and looks at all the fans around him. With a sudden movement, Saint rips off his shirt and reveals his muscular body. A new large panther tattoo is on his back. On his right chest muscle reads "Revenge" in blood red ink.]

Ring Announcer: And our THIRD and FINAL participant!

[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...]

[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]

Voiceover: 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 erie 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 once again they see "The Natural" Mike Bell and his manager/ex-wife standing at the top of the ramp.]

Ring Announcer: The survivor of Team BWA! Standing 6'5" and weighing 265 pounds... he is "THE NATURAL" MIKE BELL!!

[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 once again as they make their way towards the ring apron.]

[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.]

Long: Here we are, Garret... after two arduous elimination rounds, these are our three finalists!

Reed: Deserving ones at that!

Long: That's for DAMN sure. Red Wolf may have had the toughest route to the final match, in that he had to survive all four members of Team Angels of Misery in the opener... and then survive TWO members of his own Team BPP in the Survivors Round -- including his own tag team partner, Shinjiro Misawa! Not only that, he's JUST come back to the ring after wrestling -- and coming out victorious -- in tonight's World Tag Team Title match! So that's THREE matches Red Wolf has already had to compete in tonight!

Reed: Jeez. I'm surprised the man can still stand.

Long: You're not the only one. But Red Wolf has been at the top of the mountain before -- he defeated Mike Sloan to become the World Heavyweight Champion at International Wars 2004 -- and you can bet the bank that there's nothing he wants more than to get there again. And the shadow of his previous Summer Games outing, which didn't end too well for him, is still looming heavy in his mind. He wants to dispel the weight of that loss in the worst way -- I'm sure that's the overriding thing that is keeping him on his feet right now.

Reed: Heh. Some guys are obsessive that way.

Long: It's called a competitive spirit, Garret, which Red Wolf has in SPADES.

Reed: Just don't let Diablo near him.

Long: Moving on, you have Chris Saint, who has come SO close to winning the highest honor in the WWA on previous occasions. His team's opener against Team SSW was a HELL of a scrap, which left only Saint and C.J. Rowell remaining... And it was no easy feat for Saint to get past Rowell in the Survivors Round, not by far! Having come this far, I don't see Chris Saint letting this golden opportunity slip away if he can help it.

Reed: Doesn't hurt to aim high, George.

Long: No indeed, and some would say that Saint is one of the favorites to take it all home.

Reed: Hey, stranger things have happened. Like a 134-pound chick winning the World Heavyweight Title. Compared to that, Saint winning Summer Games would be almost PLAUSIBLE!

Long: And last but not least, we have "The Natural" Mike Bell -- a man who's earned a truckload of honors in the NWA, and who is making HUGE strides toward making a mark in the WWA with his performance here tonight! The opening round between Team OCW and Team BWA was one BRUTAL ordeal... and when you consider that OCW sent such heavy hitters as Michael Lennox, Sam Horrey, and two members of the imposing Syndicate of EVIL, it's a remarkable -- some might say a LUCKY -- thing that any member of the BWA team made it through. But one did... and ONLY one. That man is Mike Bell.

Reed: I'm kind of leaning toward "lucky" on that one, myself. Especially since he managed to have himself a nice long rest through the Survivors Round, because there was no one left on his team to eliminate!

Long: Good, GOOD point. He may be the more rested of the three... but he's also come into tonight's event with a powerful driving force, the will to prove his critics wrong and show he's still got what it takes. And as if there wasn't enough riding on this match, Mike Bell has dedicated this match to his father-in-law, Jimmy Carmouche. Now I know he will be going all out to get the win.

Reed: As will his opponents, George -- don't forget that!

Long: Oh, I haven't. This, right here, is a match for the ages with a shot at the world title hanging in the balance. All hell is about to break loose and we all have ringside seats.

Reed: Good call. So let's get it STARTED already!

[In the ring, the three finalists stand in different corners, all in ready postures, eyeing each other warily. It's obvious that they can't wait for the bell either.]

[Ding, ding, ding!]

Long: And that sound means the final match in the 2004 edition of Summer Games is officially ON!

[As soon as the referee gives the signal to begin, Mike Bell and Chris Saint come out of their corners and converge in the middle of the ring. Red Wolf moves out of his corner as well, but he hangs back, circling slowly around the periphery of the ring and watching intently as Bell and Saint lock up.]

Long: Not too surprisingly, Red Wolf is staying out the the fray for the moment, trying to regain what strength he can...

Reed: Wuss.

Long: Don't be an idiot. That's a smart thing to do, considering the stakes here. Meanwhile, the two fresher men in this match are grappling in the middle of the ring, each trying to power the other into a position where he can be taken down.

Reed: If it's a game of power, then Chris Saint is at a major disadvantage here -- he's the smallest man in this match, by a pretty noticeable margin.

Long: That's true, but if one thing's been proved above all else this year, it's that size just ISN'T a factor if the ability is there!

[Even so, Mike Bell is winning the grapple with his greater size and strength: forcing Chris Saint into the ropes. He takes Saint by the arm and whips him toward the opposite ropes -- but Saint stops on a dime and reverses the whip, or tries to. But Bell plants his feet and draws Saint in with a short-arm pull -- and DRIVES the knee into the midsection of Saint. As Saint doubles over, all the air rushing out of him, Bell takes two handfuls of the smaller man's hair, and THRUSTS him down to the canvas on the back of his head. Even as Saint's hands go to rub the pain out of his skull, Bell straddles his chest and starts laying into him with right hands!]

Long: Good GRIEF! Mike Bell is just GIVING it to him!

Reed: With extra sauce, too!

[Standing up, Bell leaps straight up into the air and DROPS a vicious elbow right to the face of Chris Saint. Saint reacts with a violent convulsion, and then he tries to claw away from his opponent and regroup -- but Bell won't let him. He snatches a handful of Saint's hair and drags him to his feet. Again he whips Saint into the ropes and goes into a ready position as Saint returns.]

Long: Bell boosts him up! Samoan Drop-- No! Saint flips through it! Grabs Bell by the head -- NAILS a Russian legsweep! Nice counter! Saint to his feet again... and he DROPS the leg across the face! Bell definitely NOT liking that, as he rolls away, holding his face. Mike Bell gets to his feet now, but Chris Saint is right behind him-- OH! Saint with a dropkick RIGHT between the shoulderblades, and Bell goes face-first into the ropes!

Reed: Wow, maybe you were right about Saint before!

Long: Bell staggers back... and Saint catches him with a schoolboy!

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Long: Kickout by Mike Bell on that first pin attempt of the match. Saint was no doubt hoping to get rid of one of his opponents early, but you can't forget that Bell's going to be coming into this match LESS fatigued than the others, and it's going to take more to take him down.

Reed: Pff. Anyone could be caught by surprise here, George.

Long: Well, that's true too.

[Saint doesn't give Bell a chance to get up on his own: he grabs Bell by the hair and hauls him up, giving him a hard shot to the face with a closed right hand, and then kicking him hard in the knee. Saint scoops him up for a slam -- but Bell slips out the back way, and returns the favor with a sharp kick to the back of Saint's knee. Saint gives a grunt of pain, and whirls around -- JUST as Bell swings his arm in a lariat!]

Long: DUCKED by Chris Saint! Bell spins back -- Saint catches him and lifts -- DROPS him with a bearhug slam! And immediately Saint is going for the legs, trying to lock something on... but Bell kicks him away, scrambling to his feet. They lock up again in the middle of the ring -- and this time Saint drops low, tossing Bell over with a fireman's carry. OH! Bell twists and lands on his feet!

Reed: Pretty nimble for a guy his size!

Long: Saint turns with a frown-- INTO a clubbing forearm to the face! Bell now grabs the stunned Saint in a front facelock, handful of tights and lifts him WAY UP--

[~WHAM!~]

Long: --and DELIVERS the vertical suplex! Saint sits right up, holding his back in obvious pain, but Saint shoves him down and makes the cover!

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Long: No such luck, Saint getting the shoulder up at one. Bell backs off a few steps, going into a crouch as Saint picks himself up... Saint is facing away, he doesn't know where Bell is, but Bell is waving his hand up and down, signalling for something-- and he CHARGES! OHH! SPEARS Saint in the back of the knee! Saint practically doing a 3....










60 degree spin in the air before he comes down!

Reed: Jebus! That was VICIOUS!

Long: But look at the crowd go NUTS for that move by Mike Bell!

[Bell takes a second to acknowledge the hysterical fans -- and then a hand grabs his shoulder and spins him around. Suddenly Red Wolf clamps both hands around Bell's throat, lifts him up, and DRIVES him to the canvas with a two-handed choke slam!]

Long: And Red Wolf takes Bell OUT!

Reed: Oh, look at THAT! He sits around after the bell, and now he's attacking his opponent when he's not ready! Where's your four pillars NOW, you big hypocrite?

Long: He's doing what he has to do -- surviving and picking his spots! And Red Wolf with the cover...

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Long: Kickout by Mike Bell!

Reed: Ain't gonna be that easy!

Long: Red Wolf knows that -- but think about this, Garret: Mike Bell may have had a power advantage over Saint, but Red has a power advantage over Bell! Red is the biggest man in the ring right now, and you can bet he'll use that if he can.

Reed: That would be the fifth pillar -- brute strength.

[Red Wolf remains on the attack: He hauls Bell upright, scoops him up -- brings him DOWN across the knee with a rib-breaker. And Bell is once again on the canvas, his hand clutching at his back. Red Wolf sits Bell up, wedges his knee between Bell's shoulderblades, and pulls back on the arms, locking him in a modified surfboard. The strain is evident on Mike Bell's face as he tries without success to get himself free.]

Long: Good strategy by Red Wolf -- wearing down his opponent while preserving his own energy. Indeed, with the fatigue factor in full sway in this match, a good submission hold is going to go a long way.

Reed: Or even a simple one, George. If you're dead tired, even a headlock could do you in.

Long: It could, you're right. This is quite a bit more strenuous than a headlock, though, and Red Wolf is NOT letting up on the pressure... Bell trying to shift himself to one side and break Red's leverage, but Red has him where he wants him! Wait! Chris Saint is up again and on the move!

[Running into the ropes with a slight limp, Saint charges toward the two men -- and SMACKS the helpless Mike Bell FULL in the face with a low dropkick!]

Reed: JEBUS!

Long: Man, Bell had no choice but to eat EVERY BIT of that! And with Red Wolf's knee in his back, Bell's head snapped RIGHT back from the impact! Saint looks EXTREMELY satisfied with himself here, Garret.

Reed: Why not? That's a receipt for the damage Bell was inflicting on his knee.

Long: And it's going to help Red Wolf put Bell away faster--

[Abruptly, Chris Saint charges in again -- this time drilling Red Wolf in the face with a low dropkick!]

Long: WHOA! Why'd he do THAT?

Reed: Because he could?

Long: Well, yeah, fair enough -- but he broke up Red Wolf's hold and saved Mike Bell from a possible submission!

Reed: Hey, Saint is in this to WIN -- not to sit around and WAIT for someone else to do the work, unlike a certain rust-colored lupine I could mention...

Long: In any case, Red Wolf is starting to get up again, and he looks VERY unimpressed by that attack by Saint... but Saint is already following up on his shot. He grabs Red Wolf by the hair -- RAMS a knee into the big man's midsection, and a second one, and SMASHES him with a closed fist to the face. Saint taking him in a front facelock, grabs the tights -- but no luck in getting Red Wolf up for a suplex, because Red just lifted him up for one of his own! Aaaaand--

[~WHAM!~]

Long: DOWN he goes! A long way down, at that! Saint's back is in pain here... and Red Wolf capitalizing: he picks Saint up, whips him to the ropes -- catches him on the rebound aaand-- PLANTS him with a HELL of a powerslam! NICE move by Red, and he covers! 1....










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Long: Shoulder up by Saint. Red Wolf gets up, moving off a step to stalk Saint-- LOOK OUT FOR BELL!

[~WHAM!~]

Reed: HA!

Long: BULLDOG! Bell caught him TOTALLY unaware with THAT one, driving Red Wolf's face into the canvas!

[Pushing up to his feet, Bell frowns, squirms his back and tilts his head to one side and the other, still feeling the effects of the combined offense by Red Wolf and Saint earlier. But he only pauses for a moment. Deciding that Saint is the opponent in the worse condition, he goes over and hauls Saint off the canvas. He takes him by the arm, whips him out -- then pulls him back -- and CLOBBERS him with a short-arm lariat!]

Reed: MAN! Is he trying to take off Saint's head?

Long: Could be! Bell doesn't let go of Saint's arm; he hauls him back up, and whips him into the corner -- Chris Saint smacking HARD into the turnbuckles. Mike Bell charges in -- RAMS his shoulder into the exposed midsection of Saint! Saint folds up like a lawn chair! Bell stands him up again in the corner--

[~SMACK!~]

[~WHOO!~]

Long: Stings him with a knife-edge chop across the chest! You could hear that one clear across the arena! Bell taking him by the arm, and there's a cross-corner whip-- But Red Wolf is in the way!

[~THWACK!~]

Reed: LARIATOOOHHHH!

Long: Also known as a CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! Turning Chris Saint INSIDE OUT! It's a friggin' miracle that Saint's head is still attached to his neck, 'cuz he ran RIGHT into that! Red Wolf drops to cover--

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Long: Saint kicks out, though I have no idea how. I have a feeling Red Wolf is wondering the same thing. Red starting to get up again-- but there's Mike Bell! What the-- grabs Red Wolf, runs him to the ropes -- EJECTS Red Wolf to the outside!

[A ringside camera catches the BPP star hitting the mats with a loud THUMP.]

Long: And now that he's gotten Red out of his way, Bell is now hauling Chris Saint to his feet! Bell boosting him up across the shoulders -- HE'S GONNA FINISH THIS WITH THE NATURAL DRIVER!

Reed: NO! Saint just raked Bell's eyes!

Long: And Bell drops Saint and starts rubbing at his eyes... Saint definitely saved himself there! But Saint has to stop and catch his breath, still feeling the effects of the punishment he's just taken...

[Saint stumbles back a few steps, shaking his head a bit, trying to clear the fog. Bell turns, squinting through hurting eyes, and spots his target -- and charges!]

Long: Mike Bell on the move! OH! Saint catches him with a drop toe hold -- and Bell goes THROAT-FIRST into the top rope! Bell did NOT see that coming!

Reed: He had his eyes on the prize, and he missed what was right in front of him!

Long: Well, it's sure stopped his momentum cold, Garret! And Chris Saint now pulling Bell out of the ropes, applies a rear waistlock aaaand--

[~WHAM!~]

Long: DROPS him with a solid belly-to-back suplex! Bell is down, and Saint is now charging into the ropes... springboard and-- CONNECTS with the lionsault! NICE move by Chris Saint, square across the chest of "The Natural"! Saint hooks the leg...

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Long: No! Mike Bell kicks out at two. Chris Saint getting up now to consider his next move-- LOOK OUT FOR RED WOLF!

[~WHAAAMM!~]

Long: HE LANDS *ALL* OF THAT FLYING ELBOWDROP ON MIKE BELL! WHAT an impact!!

Reed: Where the hell did he come from?!

Long: He just came off the top rope! Had Saint dawdled for a second longer, I bet HE'D have gotten the brunt of Red Wolf's offense!

Reed: Man, sucks to be Mike Bell right now!

Long: Yes it does, and Red Wolf is making the cover!

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Long: ...NNNO! Bell JUST gets the shoulder up!

Reed: I think Bell's advantage coming into this match is quickly being whittled away, George.

Long: Sure looks that way!

[Pressing his own advantage, Red Wolf pulls Bell off the canvas, grabs his wrist, and shoots him hard into the corner -- Bell's back arching in pain as he collides with the turnbuckles. Wolf immediately moves in and boosts Bell up onto the top rope, and then begins to climb up with him.]

Long: Red Wolf setting up for a superplex here-- but Chris Saint is now running in! OOHH!!

[~GROOOOAN!~]

Long: Saint with a totally SHAMELESS low blow to Red Wolf! Red caught in a VERY precarious spot, right there on the second rope! The referee is reaming Saint out, but Saint is ignoring him... he ducks in between Red's legs, grabs him by the waist aaand--

[~WHAAAMM!~]

Long: --POWERBOMB by Chris Saint! All 280 pounds of Red Wolf driven hard to the canvas! And now Saint is picking up where Red Wolf left off: he climbs up to execute the superplex on Mike Bell! No -- Bell putting up a fight... he rams a forearm into Saint's face, and another. Bell now slapping a front facelock on Saint! He lifts him up--

[~WHAAAMM!~]

Reed: YEEOUCH!

Long: And lets him DROP, FACE-FIRST, all the way down to the ring below!! That was a NASTY landing for Chris Saint!

Reed: Meanwhile, Red Wolf is picking himself up...

Long: He is indeed, and he turns around to see what became of Mike Bell -- and Bell goes AIRBORNE!! OHHH!! LEVELS Red Wolf with a diving lariat off the top rope!!

[The exertion of the last minute leaves all three men in a state of fatigue. Mike Bell rolls to his hands and knees, but just stays there hanging his head, trying to catch his breath. Red Wolf is down, his chest heaving. And Chris Saint is pushing up from the mat, gingerly prodding his nose to see if it's broken.]

Long: These three men are all in increasingly bad shape as this match goes on, Garret... but for the moment it looks like Red Wolf is in the worst condition.

Reed: Yeah -- and Chris Saint is about to capitalize!

Long: Saint throws himself over Red Wolf for the cover!

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Long: ...NNO! Only a two count. Saint looks annoyed at Red Wolf's resilience... he gets up -- DROPS a ruthless knee across the forehead of the man from BPP! Red Wolf FLOPPING on the canvas in sheer AGONY at that blow! And Saint now forcing Red to sit up -- he goes behind and claps on a TIGHT sleeperhold!

Reed: Ohhh, this is gonna do him in for SURE!

Long: It very well COULD! With the punishment Red Wolf's head has taken, not to mention the fatigue that HAS to be infecting every muscle in his body, this hold could spell the end of his dreams of winning Summer Games!

[Not content just to apply the hold, Saint is wrenching back and forth at Red Wolf's neck, whiplashing his head one way and the other. It's all Red Wolf can do just to stay in a seated position, let alone try to break the sleeper. Gradually, Red's responses get slower and weaker.]

Long: You can SEE Red Wolf fading, Garret. Chris Saint is probably a matter of seconds from eliminating him from this match. Mike Bell has maneuvered over to the corner, using the ropes for support and taking a breather, and watching intently as Red Wolf claws feebly at Saint's arms locked around his throat...

Reed: No, look, Red's arm just dropped. He's done for!

Long: Looks like it! The referee is coming over now, holding up Red Wolf's hand... it drops!

[~ONE!~]

Long: He raises it again... it drops a second time!

[~TWO!~]

Reed: Hey, I have to give the guy credit. He wrestled THREE matches before this. Four matches in one night? C'mon. He couldn't have really expected to WIN here, right?

Long: Definitely a long shot by any measure, and Chris Saint is sneering as the referee raises Red Wolf's hand one last time--

[~THR--~]

Long: NO! NO! Red Wolf's hand STAYS UP!

Reed: Say WHAT?!

Long: He's STILL in this! Chris Saint staring in utter disbelief! Red Wolf's hands clawing at those arms again, and now he plants his feet on the mat... pushes himself back -- and on top of Saint! Saint's shoulders are pinned!

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Long: And Saint is forced to break the sleeperhold to avoid getting pinned just now!

[Despite his apparent recovery, Red Wolf is still in a state of grogginess, slow to get up. Saint is up faster, and he absolutely radiates irritation. Grabbing Red Wolf by the hair, Saint brings him all the way to his feet, then boots him in the midsection. Saint sets him up in a standing headscissors, and grabs the waist...]

Long: Chris Saint going for the piledriver! This is NOT going to bode well for Red Wolf-- WHOA! Back body drop by Red sends Saint up and OVER! Red Wolf more or less saving himself there and--

Reed: MIKE BELL ATTACK!

Long: Bell with a bull charge right for the unwary Red Wolf -- NO! Red sidesteps it and Bell goes into the opposite ropes! Bell on the return, but this time Red Wolf's ready -- CRASHES into Bell with a HARD shoulderblock!

[The force and momentum pushes both men against the ropes, where they grapple madly at each other, both trying to apply some kind of hold or get in a clean shot on the other.]

Long: And we have a WILD scuffle at the ropes between Mike Bell and Red Wolf... Wait, Chris Saint is moving in! He shoves hard at BOTH men -- and Bell and Red go RIGHT over the top rope to the floor!

[A ringside camera gets a dangerously close shot of the two men dropping to the pads in awkward positions.]

Reed: That was NOT a pleasant-looking landing for those men!

Long: Hell no it wasn't... Red Wolf is having some difficulty with his knee, it seems, and Mike Bell is picking himself up with obvious pain. Those repeated falls are definitely going to put dents in their chances at outlasting their opponents here, and-- Hold it, up in the ring Chris Saint is gripping the top rope! He slingshots himself out!

[~WHUMP!~]

[~HOLY SHIT!~]

Long: CROSSBODY LANDS ON MIKE BELL!! Bell has been FLATTENED by that suicide attack by Chris Saint!! I think he hit the back of his head on the floor!!

Reed: So that brings our concussion count for the night up to... what, twelve? Thirteen?

Long: At LEAST!

[Getting up, Saint turns and spots Red Wolf limping weakly. Like a shark tasting blood in the water, Saint goes RIGHT for him!]

Long: And Saint CRASHING into Red Wolf here, grabs him by the head--

[~BONK!~]

Long: RAMS HIM INTO THE POST! My GOD that had to sting! Red Wolf recoils in ENORMOUS pain, holding his face--

[~GROOOAN!~]

Reed: JEBUS ALMIGHTY!

Long: Saint AGAIN hitting Red Wolf with a blatant low blow! Red Wolf folding over with a loud groan... Saint is just hitting him with EVERYTHING here! And he takes him by the head again-- SMACKS Red's face into the ring apron!

Reed: This is just plain BRUTALITY by Chris Saint!

Long: You're not kidding, Garret! With Red Wolf reeling, Saint finally rolls him back into the ring... and now Saint is up on the apron, climbing up the turnbuckles! I have a feeling he's about to put the big man away!

[Saint perches on the top rope, steadies himself as he peers down at Red Wolf lying on the canvas... and then he launches himself!]

Long: 450 SPLASH!!

[~GROOOOOOAN!!~]

Long: NOOO!! RED WOLF GOT THE KNEES UP!! Ohhh, Saint landed in the WORST possible way on that one!! Both men are down, and I don't know which of them can POSSIBLY get up after that!

[Saint is rolling back and forth on the canvas, clutching his abdomen and making a horrendous grimace; Red Wolf is trying, and failing, to hitch himself up to a sitting position, his face a mask of pain and disorientation. Outside the ring, Mike Bell is just starting to pick himself up -- but he has a glassy-eyed look, too.]

Long: This match has been hell for all three of these men so far... but the sheer INTENSITY of this battle only reflects the importance of the prize they're all fighting for! There's not a man or woman in the WWA who doesn't want the honor of facing the World Heavyweight Champion, and these three combatants are closer than ANYONE else to achieving that goal!

Reed: Assuming any of them LIVES past tonight...

[Finally, Red Wolf has pushed himself up to one knee, and Chris Saint is up on his feet, though he still holds his gut painfully. Saint's gaze locks on the ailing Red Wolf -- and in that instant, he rushes him!]

Long: Hold it, Saint making a mad dash for Red Wolf! Red Wolf is a sitting duck here-- Saint steps up Red's knee and goes for the Shining Wizard-- NO! Red CAUGHT him!

Reed: LOOK OUT, SAINT!

Long: Red Wolf is SOMEHOW powering up to his feet, with Saint clutched in his arms! Where is he GETTING this strength?!

Reed: Fumes, George! He's running on FUMES here!

Long: Red Wolf is fully upright! Chris Saint has NO idea what's going on! Red Wolf--

[~WHAAAAMMM!~]

Long: THE HOWL FROM BEYOND!! RED WOLF'S PATENTED JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB!! CHRIS SAINT HAS BEEN *PLANTED*!! Red Wolf all but COLLAPSING on top of Saint, and the referee counts!

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[~RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!~]

Long: CHRIS SAINT... HAS BEEN *ELIMINATED*!

Reed: And then there were two!

[More or less unconscious and unable to leave the ring by himself, Chris Saint is pulled out from under Red Wolf and rolled to the apron by the referee. Meanwhile, Red Wolf is utterly depleted: after the extreme exertion of executing his big move, he can't even shift on the canvas, let alone get up.]

Reed: Damn, is Red Wolf dead?

Long: Dead TIRED is more likely, Garret... I think you were right on when you said he was running on fumes a second ago, and now I think he doesn't even have THAT left in him.

Reed: Sucks to be him, because Mike Bell is getting back in the ring!

Long: So he is! And Bell makes a beeline for Red Wolf -- rolls him onto his back and hooks the leg! Bell's gonna steal this one!

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[~RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!~]

Long: NO! Red Wolf GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Reed: Is he, like, BIONIC or something?!

Long: He MUST be!

[Frowning in frustration, Mike Bell kneels up, pulls Red Wolf up by the hair, and stands him up. Then he grabs Red Wolf in a front facelock, clamps his other arm under the chin, and squeezes hard on the throat.]

Long: Mike Bell applying a guillotine choke here, using the same approach that Saint tried before -- squeeze out whatever life is left in this man!

Reed: Shouldn't take long, I'm thinking!

Long: I think you're right -- see how fast Red Wolf is fading! Already he drops to one knee, and his arms look absolutely limp! Bell keeping that hold clamped on tight... the referee already moving in to do the arm check, and I think it's a foregone conclusion now. The ref lifts Red's hand--

[~GASP!~]

Long: And Red Wolf TEARS his hand out of the referee's grasp! He wraps arms around Bell's waist and gets to his feet again! WHOA!!

[~WHAM!~]

Reed: HOLY CRAP!

Long: NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX by Red Wolf! He got Bell ALL the way over and slammed him good! But he can't hold the bridge!

[Indeed, the moment he lands the move, Red Wolf lets go and more or less goes limp on the canvas, his chest heaving mightily. Mike Bell, meanwhile, is not exactly quick to get up either: the suplex knocked the wind out of him, and he lies there breathing hard.]

[After several long moments, both men stir again -- slowly and painfully. Red Wolf and Mike Bell pick themselves up, and spotting each other, they immediately fall into a clumsy grapple.]

Long: These guys are not giving an INCH, despite the arduous battle they've already waged in the ring! Bell is trying to go for Red's leg... Red trying to shove him away -- OH! Red Wolf NAILS him with a clubbing blow to the head, following up with a knee to the gut to stagger him! And now Red runs into the ropes! On the return--

[~WHAAAMMM!~]

Reed: SHEEE-IT!!

Long: HELLACIOUS SPINEBUSTER BY MIKE BELL!! He caught Red Wolf COMPLETELY by surprise with that, and there's the cover!!

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Long: NOOO! Red Wolf got the shoulder up at about 2.99996!

Reed: I'm telling you, the guy's functioning on instinct alone now -- there's no way he's still conscious!

Long: Bell getting up now, and he's saying it's all over! Pulls Red Wolf off the canvas... heaves him up across the shoulders!! NATURAL DRIVER-- NOOO! COUNTERED INTO--

[~WHAAAMM!~]

Long: SPIKE DDT!! Red Wolf has LAID MIKE BELL OUT!! Red Wolf with the cover!

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Long: Bell BARELY kicking out of that!! Red Wolf looks INCREDULOUS!!

Reed: He's not the only one, George!

Long: The punishment to the head's caught up with Bell, though! He's clutching his head between his arms, and he's not even TRYING to get up! Red Wolf sucking in a deep breath, and he stomps Bell in the face -- grabs him by the leg and arm, drags him closer to the corner. Oh god... Red Wolf is GOING UPSTAIRS!!

Reed: He's lookin' to finish this off in a BIG WAY!!

Long: NO KIDDING! Red Wolf pausing on the top rope, facing out of the ring... Can he pull off the HARVEST MOON?!

Reed: WAIT! BELL IS UP!

Long: Bell in desperation, throws himself at Red Wolf -- SMACKS him in the back with a thrashing blow, making Red Wolf lose his balance!! And Bell now pulling him down into the torture rack position--

[~WHAAAMMM!~]

Long: NATURAL DRIVERRRRRR!!!

Reed: HE HIT IT!

Long: HE HIT *ALL* OF IT! MIKE BELL EXHAUSTEDLY DRAPES AN ARM OVER RED WOLF!!

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[Ding, ding, ding!]

[~RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!~]

[Almost immediately, "Sweet" Sherry slips into the ring and scuttles over to throw herself on Mike Bell, embracing him in congratulations. It's all Bell can do to shift himself off of Red Wolf, but when he does, he folds his arms around Sherry in turn, a look of utter exhaustion and unmitigated ecstasy on his face.]

Long: IN... CREDIBLE!

Reed: That was a HELL of a final, George. A HELL of a final!

Long: Yes, Garret... yes it was. Let's get the official decision!

[Cut to the ring, where Bell, supported by Sherry, is slowly getting back on his feet. The referee grabs his hand and raises it in the air.]

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen... The winner of WWA Summer Games 5, and the man who is now named the #1....










contender to the World Heavyweight Title... "THE NATURAL" MIKE BELL!!

[A RAUCOUS ovation fills the arena. Seemingly filled with new energy, Mike Bell goes to the corner and mounts the top turnbuckle, taking in the adulation of the crowd, as Sherry stands behind him clapping.]

[On the outside, Red Wolf has rolled out of the ring; he slams his fist down on the apron with disgust, before stalking off, favoring his knee.]

Long: A disappointing loss for Red Wolf, who really WANTED it this year... but frankly, he can't and shouldn't feel bad about his performance tonight. He arguably fought longer and harder than anyone else in the Games, and he was one of only three men to make it all the way to the final match. I think that's an effort he can be proud of.

Reed: Sure. That's nothing to sneeze at, at all.

Long: And then we have the man who took it ALL home -- a man who came to the Las Vegas Motor Speedway with a heavy weight on his mind and a powerful drive in his heart, and by god, he made the most of it! That man -- Mike Bell -- is your 2004 Summer Games champion!

Reed: I guess all that remains is to find out who he might be facing when he redeems his World Title shot, huh?

Long: Yes indeed! Ladies and gentlemen, coming up next -- the WWA World Heavyweight Title IS ON THE LINE!

Long: Ummmmmmmmmm

Reed: What the hell does that mean for our bet?

Long: I don’t know, but Mike Bell is the new Number one contender to the world Heavyweight title.

Reed: And I think things in the Bayou are about to get a lot more interesting!

RA: Introducing first, the WWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, STANDING 6 foot 5 inches talla nd weighing in at 265 pounds, he is the Silent Warrior, he is the Dark Angel…he is ULFRIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Smoke begins to pour down the entrance ramp as the heavy guitar laden opening rift of “Time does not heal” by Dark Angel blares from the house PA system. The lights dim, and as a blue glow emenates from somewhere deep inside the tunnel. For a moment the haunting cords give way to equally chilling words.

A dark shadow can be seen through the fogs thick blue haze. The arena is suddenly alive with the sound of revving engines, motorcycle engines

A series of blue Pyro erupts in front of the entrance as Ulfric and Soul Rider ride though the fog, Ulfric in the lead on a black and silver Harley Davidson., his long blue/black hair hanging lose in his face, he is wearing a pair of frayed blue jeans, a black Angels of Misery t-shirt, and motorcycle boots with “Lucifer” his black barbed wire wrapped baseball bat strung over his left shoulder like a guitar and the WWA World Heavyweight title around his waist. He wears a long gray duster that billows out behind him as he rides the bike around ringside, his pale green eyes are full of focus and intensity.

“When I was young I lived in fear
The hands of doom forever drawing near
I wonder how I earned to perservere
As time advanced deceit was my life’s truth
Spurred on by the peace I never knew”

Ulfric stops the bike, killing the engion. Ulfric stands up on the Harley, holding the belt up for the crowd to see and banging his head to the music. He rips off his t-shirt and throws it into the crowd, then hands the WWA title to the referee. Once there he waits for Diablo, the anticipation and determination burning within his eyes.

RA: THE CHALLENGER: Weighing in at a scale-topping 425 lbs. and standing tall at 7'4", he hails from Parts Unknown. He is a former two-time WWA World Heavyweight Champion and former BWA Heavyweight Champion, "The Immortal One" DIABLO!!!!

(The lights cut out from the arena and come back up in dark blues, as the introduction to "The Virus Of Life" by Slipknot starts to play over the PA system, with strange and eerie percussive sounds of trash cans and lids. The BayouTron displays a hovering blue pentagram, floating around with the beat of the intro. Suddenly, Corey Taylor's voice screams in the background.)

(The lights stay dark and low, as the BayouTron displays Diablo in all his madness, brutalizing people with some of his most devastating maneuvers. The ramp has been lit by successive torches, low to the ground, as Corey's voice comes back over the PA, raspy and deranged.)

(A few more seconds of nothing, then, almost as if in a flash, Diablo's massive figure can be seen facing us, his pitch black hair stringy and wet, down around his face. He wears his usual custom-made black trenchcoat, Acolyte-style pants with his black combat boots. Corey's voice turns haunting over the PA.)

(Diablo walks slowly down the aisle, head bowed still, as he makes his way to the ring. Strobe flashes are seen every now and again, making his movements jerked and eerie. He slowly raises his head, as his hair parts from his face, and we see the cold, ice-blue eyes staring intensely directly towards Ulfric. Corey's voice goes back to the raspy and maniacal.)

(He makes his way down to the ring, as the flames are put out in succession behind him. New flames surround the ring, as he lifts himself up on the apron, and climbs over the top rope into the ring.)

(Diablo strips off his trenchcoat, revealing his gothic tattoos and chiseled chest and abs to the world. He tosses it aside, and looks around at the thousands of fans, jeering him to their hearts content. Corey's voice goes raspy once more.)

(Diablo goes to the nearest turnbuckle and steps on the first, looking out at the crowd, almost as if to absorb all the hate he's receiving from the fans.)

(Diablo descends from the turnbuckle, as the flames erupt from the posts, startling the fans and turning the arena bright red. The guitar riffs and vocals hit a fevered pitch.)

(The lights fade to normal, as Diablo stares intently at his opponent, his eyes never leaving.)

Reed: Both men look as serious as death.

Long: Considering the backgrounds of these two man, and the fact that both have fought in matches resulting in the loss of human life, or at least, that’s how the rumors go, I would say you are right on the money with that statement.

Reed: Diablo's grabbing a mic now.

Diablo: Ulfric. My friend. My enemy. My greatest achievement. My worst failure. You're such a complicated individual. Such a diverse and complicated paradox of emotions, ideals, and beliefs. And here we are, competing for the grandest prize in wrestling today. The belt. MY belt. Competing not as a result of skill, though we both know we're fully capable of being champion of the world, but from a deal. Your son's life, for that piece of gold.

(Pause.)

Diablo: I have taught you a great many things over the course of our time together, and now, in front of the entire world, your lessons come full circle, with this.

(Diablo points upward, as Ulfric and the audience look to the massive cage above them.)

Diablo: This is your fourth and final lesson, Ulfric. We play it on your battlefield, the cage, with your rules, being none. Let's see who truly deserves to be the World Champion.

(Diablo throws the mic out of the ring, never letting his gaze shift.)

Long: And here we have it folks! A cage match for the World Title!

Reed: Ulfric has, as far as we know, never defeated Diablo. The closest he has come was nearly four years ago in the Bayou when a hardcore title match between the two of them went to a draw. Diablo on the other hand, has defeated Ulfric, in a three way match consisting on now Number on contender Mike Bell who I am sure is watching this match in the back waiting to see which of these monsters he is going to face.

Long: Well in that three way match you just eluded two, Diablo pinned Mike Bell to retain the BWA heavyweight title after throwing Ulfric from the ring. Tonight though, these men are surrounded by mesh and steal which I only hope can contain them.

Reed: The silence in this arena is deafening at this point, Ulfric and Diablo just staring at each other across the ring, and I know many of use spent t he week wondering what the hell they were thinking, these two trained together to prepare for this match, with of all things, the challenger taking on more of a mentor role to the champion.

Long: we still don’t fully understand what the deal is between them, and something tells me that tonight is just them taking it to a different level, I’m getting goose bumps waiting to see who is going to break this standoff first.

Reed: This is amazing, Diablo completely dwarfs Ulfric, how the hell is a wrestler who relies on his power and strength, the way the Silent Warrior does, suppose to beat a man the size of Victor Mandrake.

Long: He’s going to have to out wrestle him if he wants to keep that title, he’s just going to have to break Victor down and take him to the mat.

Reed: Can it even be done?

Long: By the likes of Mike Bell, I would think so, by a Micheal Lennox, we’ve seen it happen, the Legendary Nightbringer Ryan Corey could have stretched Diablo out on the Matt and a man with the technical abilities of Superstar Jason Ramsey could have had the big man screaming in pain…but by Ulfric…I gotta admit, I don’t think the champion has what it takes to get the job done. He’s better off trying to knock that monster out.

Reed: In that case, we could be here for a good, long while!

Long: Yes!

Reed: I don’t believe it, Diablo breaking the stalemate first and charging after Ulfric who slides easily out of Diablo’s grasp, ulfric with the speed advantage there, and he’s saying something.

Long: I think he just taunted Victor Mandrake!

Reed: Nice way to get yourself killed.

Long: Diablo going after Ulfric a second time, he’s got those massive fists ready looks like he wants to make this a slugfest early on, Diablo with a hard left, lucky for Ulfric he ducks out of the way…

Reed: And Ulfric backing away!

Long: He’s trying to keep some distance between himself and those massive fists of Diablo. He knows the damage they can do.

Reed: Ulfric in the center of the ring, he looks like he wants to tie up!

Long: Now this is a change of pace, Ulfric looking like he wants to make this a wrestling match!

Reed: Diablo with another swing, Ulfric ducking, right into a rear waistlock!

Long: GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!!

Reed: He got the big man off his feet.

Long: And Diablo looks pissed. Diablo rolling to his feet, charges Ulfric and Spears him back into a corner.

Reed: My god the ring shook with that move.

Long: And look at Diablo just burying that shoulder into the ribs of Ulfric, and following it up with some stiff punches to the midsection.

Reed: BLOCK!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! ULFIC BLOCKING AND HE JUST ROCKED DIABLO WITH A RIGHT TO THE JAW!!!!!

Long: WE HAVE A SLUGFEST!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!! TOE TO TOE ULFRIC AND DIABLO IN THE CENTER OF THE RING AND NEITHER MAN IS LOSING GROUND!!!!!!

Reed: I cannot believe Ulfric can stand up to the onslaught of the massive Diablo!!!!

Long: Diablo with a left….

Reed: And Ulfric ducking again, and again he has Diablo in that rear waistlock.

Long: Takedown by Ulfric, he still has that rear waistlock locked in, Diablo with the hard back elbows, Ulfric refusing to break the hold, Diablo quick to fight his way back to his feet, Ulfric keeping his head pressed to the massive back of Diablo, making it hard for the big man to hit him with those elbow….

Reed: But a few of them taking effect….

Long: Oh and standing switch by Diablo, belly to back overhead release suplex and

Reed: GOOD GOD!!!!!!!!! ULFRIC JUST HIT THE CAGE!!!!!!!!

Long: I think I saw a few of those metal stays fly off!

Reed: That’s not good.

Long: NO! THIS ISN’T GOOD, HERE COMES DIABLO!!!!!

Reed: Diablo launching himself over the top with a lariet into Ulfric driving him back into the cage and this time it is obvious that stays go flying.

Long: I don’t think this thing is going to be able to hold those two.

Reed: Both men falling to the floor. Long; Yeah but both quick to get back to their feet. Diablo trying to grab hold of Ulfric….

Reed: Drop toe hold and Diablo just hit the corner of the mat face first!!!!

Long: He may need a dentist after that.

Reed: Add a plastic surgeon as well….Ulfric taking the face of Victor mandrake and dragging it across the steal!

Long: Yeah and Diablo laughing, laughing as he drives Ulfric back into the side of the ring!

Reed: Nice way to throuw the spine out of alignment that’s for damn sure!

Long: and now we see the power of Diablo…Diablo standing on the floor and hoisting ulfric up over his head just tossed that 265 pound man back into the ring like he was nothing more than a child.

Reed: And the ref had better be careful, he almost got taken out with that@

Long: Hope he is getting hazard pay.

Reed: Ulfric bouncing hard, but he’s shaking it off, right back to his feet…..

Long: Baseball slide dropkick into the face of Mandrake and now Ulfric using the ropes to propel himself over the top rope….

Reed: VICTOR CAUGHT HIM!!!!!!!

Long: DIABLO WITH ULFRIC ON HIS SHOULDER!!!!!!!

SLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Long: HOLY SHIT!!!!! DIABLO WAS LOOKING TO RAM ULFRIC FACE FIRST INTO THAT CAGE BUT ULFRIC SLIPPING DOWN THE BACK OF DIABLO JUST DROPKICK VICTOR AND VICTOR TASTING THE STEAL!!!!!

Reed: GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!!

Long: The recoil from hitting that cage sent Diablo right into the arms of Ulfric who planted him on the outside with yet another german suplex and now where’s Ulfric going….

Reed: High risk time……

Long: It’s been years since this man has been a cruiser….

Reed: Slingshot guilitine legdrop and it connects!!!!!!!

Long: Ulfric trying to pull Diablo to his feet…..

Reed: Big mistake!!!!

Long: Diablo just rocked Ulfric with an Uppercut and now Diablo back to his feet, grabbing Ulfric by the hair and nailing him with a headbutt.

Reed: That’s enough to make you see double.

Long: OHHHH and Diablo doing it a second time….a third time….Diablo with a fourth headbutt and Ulfric looks dazed….Diablo pulling Ulfric up…..

Reed: Powerbomb time…..

Long: NO!!!! NO!!!! TRIANGLE CHOKE!!!! ULFRIC WITH THE TRIANGLE CHOKE ON DIABLO!!!!

Reed: And DIABLO SLAMS HIM ANYWAY!!!!!!

Long: Oh man, Diablo Slamming Ulfric back first on those steal steps.!!!!!

Reed: and ULFRIC HOLDING ON….ULFRIC STILL HOLDING THE CHOKE!!!!

Long: AND DIABLO GOING TO SLAM HIM AGAIN!!!!!

Reed: DIABLO JUST DROVE THE BACK OF ULFRIC’S HEAD DOWN INTO THAT STEAL!!!!!!!

Long: That made him let go!

Reed: Diablo putting the boots to Ulfric now, stomping and kicking him in the ribs, and that just might be the big man’s game plan, soften up those ribs so the champion can’t breath, and if he can’t breath he won’t have the stamina to keep fighting!

Long: Diablo picking ulfric up and ramming him back first into the ring apron and the steal ring post, several times before driving him into the cage, Ulfric trying to fight back, nailing Diablo with rights and lefts to the skull but they don’t seem to be helping as Diablo drives him back into the cage again and again….

Reed: Yeah and a couple more of those stays popped free that time as well.

Long: Diablo looking for another rpowerbomb….

Reed: COUNTER!!! COUNTER!!!!

Long: ULFRIC WITH A FRANKENSTEINER!!!!!!!!!

Reed: Baseball slide dropkick to the skull of Diablo and now Ulfric locking in that fujjiwara armbar out there on the floor!

Long: This might be a good idea by the champ, work the shoulder of Diablo and maybe take some of those power moves away!

Reed: Diablo fighting out of it, both men back to their feet now, right by Ulfric, Left by Diablo, staggers him, another left….

Long: CROSSFACE!!!!!!

Reed: I think Ulfric set him up! Ulfric letting Diablo think he’d stunned him just took the big man back to the floor with that Crossface!!!!!

Long: Yeah but Diablo with too much fight left in him, he’s already fighting to get back to his knees!

Reed: He broke the hold…Diablo breaking the hold, but he just got kicked in the mouth for his trouble. Ulfric locking in a front choke now…..

Long: yeah but Diablo using it as an opportunity to lay some more punches in on those ribs and Ulfric breaking the hold gets leveled by a Diablo clothesline and Diablo once more throwing him back inside the ring.

Reed: it’s been a pretty even match so far though, neither man able to get the upper hand and keep it.

Long: So far they haven’t seemed to manage to do a significant amount of damage to each other either…this has all the makings of being a long, drawn out war!

Reed: Diablo taking his time climbing back into the ring, I’m not sure if that was a wise move or not, as Ulfric is back on his feet.

Long: It’s Ulfric charging Diablo now, Ulfric with a knee to the gut but Diablo just thowing him off to the side. Ulfric rolling back to his feet and Diablo taunting him, Ulfric Charging, Diablo blocking his right hand and nailing him with a left, Irish whip, no, Ulfric managing a reversal, Diablo into the ropes comes off looking to nail him with a big boot, ulfric sliding through, Diablo turning, right into a boot to the gut and a DDT!

Reed: Big man went down hard!

Long: But he got up quick!

Reed: Right into a left to the jaw.

Long: That got him reeling…..

Reed: Ulfric driving Diablo back into the rope….Ulfric looking for an Irish Whip….

Long: Diablo putting on the breaks, Ulfric trying again, and again Diablo putting on the breaks…..

WHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Reed: Diablo damn near took Ulfric’s head off with that clothesline!!!!!!

Long: the impact alone shook the ring and Ulfric is holding the back of his head.

Reed: I would not be shocked if he ended this thing with a concussion.

Long: Diablo yanking Ulfric to his feet and right into a bear hold.

Reed: Going back to work on the ribs and lower back

Long: yeah but Ulfric quick to go to the eyes of Diablo to get out of that one.

Reed: Irish whip by Ulfric….

Long: Powerslam!! Holy shit ulfric just powerslammed Diablo!!!!!

Reed: yeah but he’s paying for it!

Long: Diablo rolling to his feet already and Ulfric on his knees, holding his back, looks to be in pain!

Reed: Houston, we have an injury!

Long: Diablo with a sadistic look on his face, heads over to Ulfric, and goes to yank him to his feet….

Reed: INSIDE CRADLE, ULFRIC WAS PLAYING POSSUM!!!!!!! HE SUCKERED DIABLO IN!!!!!!

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Long: Kickout but man, that was the first attempt at a pin and psychologically that has to give Ulfric the advantage.

Reed: Look at Diablo….Diablo shaking his head, pointing to his own head and then nodding at Ulfric…I think he was actually applauding the move.

Long: Well this was supposed to be a lesson of some sort between the two, guess it still is after all.

Reed: Diablo motioning for Ulfric to come get him, Ulfric shaking his head no, he wants Diablo to come tie up with him, Looks like victor is going to oblige him, coller and elbow…no…knee to the gut from Diablo right into a gutwrench Suplex and he plants Ulfric. Ulfric rolling over to get to his knees and Diablo with the axhandles, hammers him down into the mat. Diablo standing on the back of Ulfric now, stomping down and that has to hurt.

Long: I doubt he can even breathe that way!

Reed: OH MAN!!!! DIABLO WITH A KICK TO THE HEAD OF ULFRIC AND THE CHAMPION MAY BE OUT!!!!!

Long: Diablo rolling him over for the cover.

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Reed: Foot on the rope.

Long: That is not a very good sign.

Reed: Could be he was just conserving energy.

Long: Diablo looking to pull Ulfric to his feet….

Reed: Jawbreaker!!!!!!!

Long: Diablo didn’t go down though…..

Reed: HAMMERLOCK NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX AND HE’S DOWN NOW!!!!!!!!!

Long: Ulfric stomping the shoulder of Diablo now, Diablo rolling to get away and Ulfric with a dropkick to the shoulder of the big man.

Reed: We’ve seen Ulfric leave his feet a few times tonight.

Long: EMBRACE!!!!!! EMBRACE!!!!!!!! ULFRIC JUST NAILED DIABLO WITH HIS FINISHER!!!!!!!

Reed: Diablo refusing to tap though.

Long: I don’t think tapping was the point, I think Ulfric is trying to rip Diablo’s shoulder out, you remember what he did to Red Wolf two years ago, we all know the Embrace can be used as a submission move but we also know it cam be used to just plain injured and that’s how Ulfric used it a second ago.

Reed: Diablo holding that shoulder too….CROSSFACE!!!!! CROSSFACE AGAIN!!!!!!

Long: Ulfric looking to separate the shoulder of Diablo with that kind of force. Diablo once again fighting out of the hold, but I think the damage has been done, or at least started…..

Reed: Diablo climbing back to his feet…..

Long: SINGLE ARM DDT!!!!!!!

Reed: Its out….Holy shit…I think Diablo’s shoulder just popped out!!!!!!

Long: If it did that is not a good sign!!!!!

Reed: Ulfric kicking and stomping that Shoulder like a man possessed!!!!

Long: He’s pulling Diablo up by that injured arm now and …..

Reed: OHHHHHHH

Long: DIABLO caught him by the throat with his good arm and he’s squeezing!

Reed: He may squeeze the life outta Ulfric right here!!!!

Long: CHOKESLAM!!!!!! CHOKESLAM DIABLO PLANTED HIM……

Reed: But where the hell is he going?

Long: Looks like he’s heading outside the ring….Diablo….Diablo heading over to the ring posts.

CRACK…….

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Reed: That was sick!!!!!!

Long: Diablo putting his shoulder back into place with a little help from the ringpost, Ulfric is in the ring on his knees and Diablo is rummaging around under the ring now…..

Reed: This can not be good….Diablo has a chair!!!

Long: Diablo throwing the chair into the ring before climbing in after it. Ulfric sees it, he’s lunging for the chair now, and Diablo just dropping a massive elbow on the back of his neck.

Reed: Diablo pulling Ulfric up and whipping him into a corner, then nails him coming out with a chair shot to the ribs, Ulfric doubling over and Diablo standing him up straight again with a massive chop……

Long: Spear…oh mn spear…Diablo just speared Ulfric back in to the corner again. Diablo driving in the massive shoulder and notice he is not using the left one, the one Ulfric was working on previously.

Reed: If you had just had to put your shoulder back in place would you want to use it?

Long: Hell no!

Reed: Alright then!

Long: Diablo sending him across the ring intot he far corner now, and again Diablo charging….

Reed: He got out of the way!!!! Ulfric got out of the way and Diablo just smacked that Injured shoulder on the steal ring post and look at Ulfric…Ulfric has the chair…..

WACKKKKKKKKKKKKK

WACKKKKKKKKKKKKK

WACKKKKKKKKKKKKK

WACKKKKKKKKKKKKK

WACKKKKKKKKKKKKK

WACKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Long: Ulfric wearing out the back of Diablo with that chair and now he’s heading to the top.

Reed: Ulfric right over Diablo, leaps off the top with that chair and drives it down into the shoulder of Diablo!!!!!!!!

Long: He may have just separated it again!!!!!

Reed: Diablo looks to actually be in pain!!!!!!

Long: Ulfric going up top again.

Reed: I think he wants to insure Diablo has no more use of that arm for the night.

Long: Ulfric driving that steal chair down into the shoulder of Diablo for a second time before smashing Diablo in the face with that chair.

Reed: Now we are seeing the true nature of the champion come out.

Long: ROLLING CRUSIFIX ARMBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Reed: Ulfric has it locked on that injured shoulder of Diablo and the big man is going for a tour of the ring.

Long: Man, I don’t remember ever seeing anyone besides McClain take the fight to Diablo like this.

Reed: But Diablo climbing to his feet, not only is he not done, but he’s motioning for Ulfric to bring it!

Long: Ulfric charging Diablo who nails him in the gut with a massive left hand, doubling Ulfric over. Diablo with a kick to the face of Ulfric and the champion is down on his back, looking up at a very pissed off Victor Mandrake.

Reed: Diablo pulling Ulfric to his feet, whips him into the ropes, Diablo looking for a clothesline but Ulfric holding on to the ropes and heading to the outside.

Long: Disgression is the better part of valor.

Reed: Doesn’t do much good when Diablo comes outside looking for him.

Long: Ulfric back in the ring, Diablo coming right after him and that’s just what the champion wanted, he broke up Diablo’s momentum and now he has the upper hand again with that boot to the face of Diablo, Ulfric raking the laces of his motorcycle boots down the face of Victor Mandrake.

Reed: Diablo pulling himself to his feet, Ulfric chopping him back into a corner kicks the knee out from under Diablo, bringing him down enough for Ulfric to hammer in some axhandles on that injured shoulder of Diablo and yes the challenger is in p ain.

Long: Ulfric beating on the shoulder of Diablo unmercifully, putting the boots to it, and hammering on it, forearm to the side of the head of Diablo and Ulfric hooking him for a hammerlock northern lights….

Reed: he delivers!!!!!!

Long: Oh man oh man!!!!!

Reed: Diablo rolling to his knees but Ulfric right there to work on the big man’s shoulder, pulling back on it, hammering on it, Diablo struggling to his feet, Ulfric trying to retain control…..

Long: CLOETHESLINE!!!!! DESPERATION CLOTHESLINE BY DIABLO AND THE CHAMP IS DOWN!!!!

Reed: Ulfric right back up though and Diablo with a boot to the head of the champion sends him down again.

Long: Diablo shaking some of the feeling back into his arm snatches up the chair and drives it down in the ribs of the champion, Diablo working on his ribs the way Ulfric worked on The Immortal ones shoulder and now the champion looks to be in pain.

Reed: Just like that the tide shifted again!

Long: Diablo setting up that chair…this doesn’t look good……

Reed: Ulfric is holding his ribs and I think the champion is spitting up blood.

Long: It may be over right here…Diablo pulling him up…no NO HE CAN’T MEAN TOO……………

Reed: DIABLO WITH A VISCIOUS PILEDRIVER DOWN ONTO THAT STEAL CHAIR AND ULFRCI HEAD JUST WENT RIGHT THROUGH IT, THE WHOLE BOTTOM OF THE CHAIR JUST CAVED IN OR FELL OUT OR SOMETHING!!!!!!!

Long: OH MY GOD THE CHAMPIONS BLEEDING AND DIABLO IS PINNING HIM RIGHT THERE IN THE WRECKAGE OF THAT CHAIR.

1….

2….

Reed: HOLY SHIT I CAN’T BELIEVE IT, ULFRIC KICKED OUT!!!!!!!!!!

Long: I thought Diablo might have snapped his neck for a second there…but the champion is still in this thing unbelievable.

Reed: Diablo looks like he can believe it, in fact, Diablo looks pleased!

Long: Yes, this is going to be a long night indeed.

Reed: Diablo pulling Ulfric to his feet and right up into a powerbomb, driving him down onto the broken remains of the chair!

Long: But he’s not letting go!!!!

Reed: Oh man, Diablo hoisting Ulfric up for a second powerbomb and…where the hell is he…..OH MY!!!!!!!

Long: DIABLO JUST POWERBOMBED ULFRIC OUT OF THE RING!!!!!!!

Reed: I think things are about to get turned up a notch!

Long: Diablo heading to the outside now and over to those steal ring steps, kicking them loose and picking up the top piece.

Reed: Somehow I don’t think that was designed to be a weapon.

Long: Funny, I think Diablo thinks it was.

Reed: Ulfric was already spitting up blood and Now Diablo with those steps driving them down into the exposed ribs of Ulfric who has not moved since being powerbombed to the outside.

Long: The refereee may want to head out there and see if he is still conscious.

Reed: And get in Diablo’s way, I seriously doubt they pay him enough for that!

Long: Diablo finally flinging the steps away with disgust, pulls Ulfric up on his shoulder and rams him face first into the steal.

Reed: FIRST BLOOD!!!!!!!!

Long: It took them long enough, though doesn’t spitting up blood count?

Reed: either way, the champs face is cut open!

Long: Like he needs another scar!

Reed: And Diablo going to do it again!

WHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Long: Diablo using Ulfric’s skull like a battering ram then dumbing him unceremoniously on the floor.

Reed: Some movement by the champion though, Ulfric wiping the blood from his eyes just in time to see Diablo’s foot catch him in the face. Diablo pulling a dazed Ulfric to his feet now….

Long: STANDING DROPKICK!!!!!!

Reed: That staggered the big man!

Long: Diablo not going down though.

Reed: Drop toe hold sent Diablo onto what remains of those steps and he’s down now.

Long: And Ulfric heading into the ring and it looks like he’s going up top.

Reed: Suicide dive!

Long: and Diablo counters with a massive fist to the gut.

Reed: if Ulfric didn’t have ribs broken before I’m sure he does now!

Long: Ulfric rolling around on the ground, clutching those ribs and Diablo just hammering away at him with those massive fists before grabbing him by the hair and throwing him into the side of the cage.

Reed: That’s the side they weakened already, one of those supports just popped loose!

Long: Ulfric slumped against the cage, and Diablo stalking him slowly, reaches down and grabs Ulfric by the arm and pulls him back to his feet. Ulfric with a thumb to the eyes before ramming a shoulder into the midsection of Diablo trying to get him up for a powerbomb.

Reed: maybe in the opening minutes of the match, but not now, Ulfric’s too damaged, he can’t!!!!!

Long: Never say can’t Ulfric got him!

Reed: sloppy as all hell

Long: who cares it was a powerbomb just the same!

Reed: Ulfric did more damage to himself though, Diablo is up and pullign Ulfric up with him.

Long: Ulfric firing firing rights and lefts into the abdomen of Diablo. Ulfric with a roundhouse kick to the left knee as well, trying to break the big man down but Diablo seems completely unphased, grabs Ulfric around the throat with both hands and flings him into the corner of the cage and Diablo unleashing with a series of hard body shots which drive the air out of Ulfric]

Reed: Those shots have got to be loosening more things up inside of Ulfric right now, Diablo punching like he’s looking to break something and Ulfric trapped in the corner!!!!

Long: Diablo with three solid right hands to the head before whipping Ulfric into the side of the ring. Ulfric striking with enough force to jar the ring…..

Reed: But he took him down!!!! Ulfric charging Diablo, ignoring the pain to cut the big man’s legs out from underneath him and now Diablo is down!

Long: Ulfric up on the ring apron leaps off with a knee to the back of Diablo!!!!

Reed: He’d better keep him down this time!!!!

Long: Ulfric with a swinging neckbreaker on a rising Diablo, taking him down to the ground once again. Ulfric heading up top now….

Reed: MOONSAULT!!!!!!! AND HE LANDED IT!!!!!!!!!!

Long: ULFRIC CAN MOONSAULT?????????

Reed: Ulfric can moonsault!

Long: Ulfric spitting up more blood though, look at him curl up into a ball on the floor out there. Diablo looks like he’s trying to catch his breath as well and the referee just looking down at the two of them like he cannot believe the amount of punishment they are willing to inflick on themselves and each other to get the win..

Reed: Diablo to his feet, kicks Ulfric in the ribs then reaches under the ring.

Long: What now!

Reed: Table time!!!

Long: Diablo throwing that table…no…now two…three tables into the ring….

Reed: This could be bad.

Long: Ulfric trying to push himself to his feet, Diablo in the ring, setting up the tables now

Reed: What the heck does he need three for!

Long: I don’t know but Diablo seeing that Ulfric is almost to his feet heading back to the outside now, drives Ulfric’s face into the mat then spins him around….. hoists him onto his shoulder and rams him right into the steal cage. Diablo backing up and doing it a second and a third time and Ulfric’s face a crimson mask now!!!!

Reed: I’ve lost count of how many times Diablo has done this!

Long: Diablo backing up now…what in the….

Reed: Diablo trying to hoist Ulfric up over his head but his shoulder giving him some trouble

Long: That might be a good thing for Ulfric….

Reed: No diablo got him up!!!!!!!

Long: Incoming!!!!!!!!

POP!!!!

POP!!!!

POP!!!!

CLANG!!!!!!

CROWD: HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!

Reed: DIABLO JUST BROKE OUT A SECTION OF THE CAGE WITH ULFRIC’S BODY!!!!!!

Long: Ulfric looking absolutely limp right now out there on the concrete and Diablo grinning like a madman!

Reed: This is what we didn’t want, those two maniacs free to come out here!

Long: He’s got to pin him in the cage, so he might as well drag him back in!

Reed: Diablo doesn’t look like he’s much interested in doing that yet, he’s got a length of cable in his hands….

THWAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LONG: OUCH!!!!! LOOK AT THE WELT ON ULFRIC’S BACK!!!!!!

THUD

POP

Reed: OH MY GOD!!!!! ULFRIC JUST TRIED TO KICK DIABLO’S KNEE THROUGH HIS LEG!!!! BIG MAN IS DOWN AND ULFRIC LOOKS PISSED!!!!

Long: How the hell can he even stand?

Reed: I don’t know but Ulfric is screaming, screaming something at Diablo…he snatches the cord away and kicks Diablo’s knee and man that knee looks pretty messed up!

Long: Wonder if he’ll be able to stand on it!

Reed: I don’t know what Ulfric is saying but Diablo whipping him with that cord sure got some of the life and fire back in the champ.

Long: Maybe Diablo should have tried something else.

Reed: doesn’t matter now, Ulfric is beating the hell out of Diablo with that cord!

Long: He’s whipping him like a dog, I have never, and I do mean never seen anyone whip Diablo like this…Ulfric drew blood, my god, Ulfric is just beating on the exposed flesh of Victor mandrakes back and he has drawn the Immortal ones blood!!!

Reed: And he’s not stopping either, Ulfric screaming at Diablo and continuing to whip him with that cord, I think the champion has snapped!

Long: Ulfric wrapping the cord around Diablo’s neck now.

Reed: Is he going to choke the life out of him, are we going to find out if the immortal one is truly immortal?

Long: Ulfric strangling Diablo with that cord and dragging him back through the opening of the cage and into the ring!!!!!!

Reed: I don’t like the look of this.

Long: Ulfric rummaging around under that ring now, we already have tables in the ring and Oh shit!!!1 Ulfric found a chain!!!!!

Reed: Ulfric with a five foot length of chain in his hand and he’s whipping Diablo with that now!

Long: Diablo’s back is a bloody mess and Ulfric is excerting so much energy there is a line of blood flowing out of his mouth as he breathes!

Reed: Ulfric has handcuff!

Long: Jesus who the hell left those under the ring!

Reed: Hell if I know!

Long: Ulfric lashing one end of that chain to the top of the cage, and./…he’s not….

Reed: He is….Ulfric hanging Diablo!!!!!

Long: OH MY GOD!!!!! ULFRIC TO THE OUTSIDE AGAIN!!!!!

Reed: LUCIFER!!!! ULFRIC HAS THAT BARBED WIRE BAT!!!!!!!

Long: Ulfric using Diablo for a piñata!!!!! Beating him visciously with that bat, Diablo’s is struggling, screaming, I’ve never heard the Immortal one scream like that. Ulfric beating him mercilously with that bat and Diablo is a bloody mess. My God!!!!!

SNAP!@!!!!!!!

Reed: HOLY SHIT!!!!! DIABLO BROKE THE CHAIN FREE FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE AND THERE IS A WHOLE WHRE IT WAS ATTACHED!!!!!!

THWAP!!!!!!!

Long: HE JUST TORE ULFRIC OPEN!!!! DIABLO SWINING THAT CHAIN WITH THE CUFFS CAUGHT ULFRIC RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH IT!!!!!!!

Reed: Blood pouring down Ulfric’s face, I think that caught him near an eye.

Long: He better be lucky he didn’t lose it!

Reed: Still there’s so much blood there. Ulfric holding his face, and Diablo with that chain now is beating Ulfric with it!

Long: Diablo trying to choke him out!

Reed: Turnabout it fair play that’s for damn sure!!!!

Long: Yeah but Ulfric trying to crawl away!

Reed: I don’t know where he’s going, but Diablo is following and hammering on him with that chain!

Long: Ulfric sliding o ut of the ring and Diablo right behind him. Ulfric staggering through the hole in the cage, and Diablo continuing to beat him with the chain and Ulfric’s back is bleeding now!

Reed: Ulfric’s climbing the cage!

Long: well that’s one way to get away from the chain!

Reed: Why isn’t Diablo…..oh man…that’s why Diablo isn’t yanking him back down….Diablo….all 7 foot 4 of him. Is going up the cage with him!!!!!

Long: Can it even support them??!!! Theres already a small hole in the top….

Reed: Guess we’ll have to wait and see!

Long: Ulfric up top, he’s trying to catch a breather. Diablo coming up slowly but then, there is no other way for a man that size to scale a cage except slowly!

Reed: Ulfric graabing diabloo by the hair as he reaches the top and ramming Diablo’s face into the steal once, twice, three times but the big man won’t fall. Ulfric pulling Diablo up the rest of the way, boot to the gut and a DDT!

Long: They dented the cage!

Reed: But it held.

Long: Yeah but you can see Ulfric is spent. Ulfric right above us here, trying to catch a breather, and…..

Reed: HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

Long: MOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

Reed: I……I am….MY GOD I AM IN COMPLETE SHOCK RIGHT NOW FOLKS….FANS….OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Long: DIABLO SPEARED ULFRIC OFF THE CAGE!!!!!! THEY JUST DESTROYED OUR ANNOUCE TABLE!!!! THEY JUST DESTROYED EACH OTHER!!!!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

Reed: The referee is coming out through the cage, he’s coming out here to check…EMT’s coming down….but….HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

Long: DIABLO JUST MOVED!!!!!!!!

Reed: I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT I’M SEEING!

Long: Diablo is crawling back to the ring!

Reed: Yeah but he’s leaving Ulfric behind, what good is that going to do!

Long: No clue!

Reed: Diablo taking awhile to get back there, shaking the cobwebs out…his shoulder looks to be out of place again…man this match may be the end of both men at this rate and OH MY GOD!!!!

Long: Ulfric LIVES!!!!!!

Reed: Ulfric rolling over, spitting up blood, but he’s moving…he’s moving and Diablo…Diablo is stacking those tables!

Long: Ulfric may want to avoid….is he nuts!!!!!!

Reed: Ummm yeah, but damn!!!!

Long/Reed: Ulfric climbing the cage again!

Reed: Does he even know where he’s at????

Long: My guess to that would be no. Diablo has the third table piled on the other two and so I guess maybe the top of the cage is the best place for Ulfric to go to avoid them, but ….

Reed: Doersn’t he recall how long of a way it was down last time?

Long: Ulfric looks to be out of it, I think he’s just climbing it cause its there.

Reed: Then why in the fuck is Diablo climbing it after him!

Long: Cause there both friggen psychos!

Reed: Ulfric on the top of the cage now and what the hell did he just pull out of his tights????

Long: Ummmmmmmmmm

Reed: He is spraying Victor’s tower of tables with….oh you don’t think….he can’t intend to…..

Long: Matches…..

Reed: OH DAMN!!!! WE HAVE FLAMES!!!!! WE HAVE A BURN TRIPLE TEIR OF TABLES!!!!!!!

Long: And a pissed off challenger on the top of the cage!

Reed: When the hell did he start climbing!

Long: Diablo looking for a clothesline…

Reed: Ulfric ducked, Ulfric ducked….

Long: Ulfric with a series of kicks to the knee of Diablo…breaking the big man down…Bulldog by Ulfric and that hole structure just swayed…..

Reed: Low blow by Diablo…..Ulfric to his knees…

Long: Diablo climbing to his feet now, pulling ulfric up…no CROSSFACE CROSSFACE ON THE TOP OF THAT CAGE AND THOSE TABLES ARE STILL BURNING!!!!!!

Reed: Diablo fighting to his knees the agony on his face, the shoulder at such an odd angle and Ulfric letting him go….

Long: Hurricunrana!!!!

Reed: Oh MY GOD ULFRIC ALMOOST SENT DIABLO OFF THE CAGE!

Long: Diablo dazed, Ulfric right there in front of him, blood dripping from his mouth, both men bleeding….Diablo looking up at him, on his knees, Ulfric punching his so called mentor in the mouth then pulling him to his feet right into a hammerlock overhead belly to belly suplex…….

FALSHHHHHHH POPPPPPPPPPP FLASHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

CRASHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

Reed: THE CAGE GAVE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!

Long: THEY LANDED ON THOSE FLAMING TABLES!!!!!!!

Reed: MY GOD DIABLO HIT SO HARD HE CAVED IN THE RING!

Long: Ulfric looks to be out, I think he hit his head on the tables on the way down!

Reed: Diablo might be out as well he……

The referee checking both men….

Long: All someone has to do is make a cover here and it’s…..

Reed: Diablo moved…..DIABLO REACHING UP OUT OF THAT HOLE…..

Long: His hand is shaking too badly, I don’t think he can crawel out, I don’t…..

Reed: He doesn’t have to….his hand….look…DIABLO’S HAND DROPPING RIGHT ON ULFRIC’S SHOULDER!!!!

LONG: IT’S A PIN!!!!!! IT’S ENOUGH FOR A PIN REF’s COUNTING IT!!!!!

1……..

SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Long: What the……..

2………

POP POP PING POP POP POP POP POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Reed: OH MY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3.

Long: NEW CHAMP!!!!!! NEW CHAMP!!!!!!! NEW

THUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Reed: IT FELL HOLY SHIT THE CAGE FELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

With a series of sways and moans the cage falls down atop the carnage in the ring, atop the referee raising Diablo’s hand in victory and the two unmoving warriors.

Long: Someone get some help…oh my god, we have a new champion, but neither he nor the former champion are moving, the referee appears to have been knocked out by the sections of cage which collapsed and I…I

Reed: I have never seen anything like this in my life…folks….thank you all for joining us here at Summer Games at the Las Vegas Motor Speedway. This has truly been a night to remember, we have a New World Heavyweight champion, Teacher has upset student as Diablo took out Ulfric….

Long: I’m still speechless….we have EMT’s at ringside….we have security and ring technicians down here as well, but we have yet to see any, and I do many any movement from Ulfric or Diablo since Victor Mandrake reached up out of that hole and grabbed Ulfric’s shoulder resulting in a pin.

Reed: I’d wager the man doesn’t even know he’s won.

Long: I’ve taken a lot of bets tonight, but that won’t be one of then. Fans again, thank you for tuning in!