Reporter: “I am here with PNW Star and former WWA World Cruiserweight Champion Wolf! How are you doing tonight sir?”
Wolf: “I am well.
Reporter: “How does it feel to be sitting here ringside? Do you wish that you were in a match tonight or fighting for team PNW?”
Wolf: “Every now and then, even I like take a break. If I would have been booked it would have been for a title shot against Wendy Briese.”
Reporter: “Ah, yes. As many of the WWA fans know, Wolf lost the title to Briese in a well-fought match just a short time ago during CCW’s Tuesday Night Talent! Wolf, how do you feel about that?”[The camera pans around the arena showing the fans as they enter, most of them already in their seats. As they pan down towards the entrance ramp, they stop on PNW Star and former WWA Cruiserweight Champion Wolf sitting ringside. He is dressed in a suit for the evening. Black pants, black suit coat, and a dark green shirt on. Soon, a camera crew and reporter come over to talk with Wolf before Summer Games 4 starts off] Reporter: “I am here with PNW Star and former WWA World Cruiserweight Champion Wolf! How are you doing tonight sir?” Wolf: “I am well.”..Reporter: “How does it feel to be sitting here ringside? Do you wish that you were in a match tonight or fighting for team PNW?” Wolf: “Every now and then, even I like take a break. If I would have been booked it would have been for a title shot against Wendy Briese.” Reporter: “Ah, yes. As many of the WWA fans know, Wolf lost the title to Briese in a well-fought match just a short time ago during CCW’s Tuesday Night Talent! Wolf, how do you feel about that?”
Wolf: “I had the belt, and I liked having the belt, I won’t deny that. That was perhaps one of the hardest matches of my career thus far. That woman put on one hell of a fight.”..Reporter: “So what are your plans now? Do you plan on going for a rematch when the PNW has their shot again?”
[Wolf is getting slightly annoyed at the questions as he would have much rather sat there alone and undisturbed]
Wolf: “What my plans are is my business alone. Very soon you will find out how much I am capable of doing.”
Reporter: “Alright, alright…no need to get angry Wolf. Can you at least tell us who your next opponent is?”
Wolf: “I face the newcomer Mike Smith on the seventh of September during our Sunday Night Showdown. For some reason, he got a spot on team PNW, probably because he is friends with Jason Lockhart. However, I have not seen what he is made of. Tonight I will be able to find out if I face a champ, or a chump.”
[With that the camera crew and reporter leave Wolf alone as the beginning of Summer Games 4 is about to start]
[We see the Nightbringer walking into the back hallway of the Thomas and Mack center in Las Vegas. He has his bag slung over his shoulder, and a gleam in his eye that just screams intensity. Normally, he is jovial and friendly with the backstage gang and ring crew, but not tonight. No, tonight this man is all business. ALL business.] [One of the backstage hands sees him, and raises a hand in greeting.] Backstage Hand: Hey Ryan! Long time no see man!
[Corey nods in his direction, expressionless, emotionless. He continues to walk down the hallway, seeking out his locker room, as the man steps forward, sticking his arm in front of the Nightbringer, trying to stop him for a converstaion.]
Backstage Hand: Hey man! C'mon...stop and talk to me Goose! I know you're all keyed up for this, but....GAHK!!!!
[Corey grabs the hand by the throat, shoving him hard against the unforgiving concrete wall in the hallway. his face is a ghostly white, the expression now changed from colorless to colorful in an instant. He takes off his sunglasses with his free hand, the ice-blue eyes full of rage and frustration, pent up for a few weeks after near misses at the National Title mini-tourney, Battle in Seattle, and just a few days ago against Michael Lennox for the World Title. He feels the man go slack in his hand, but there is no forgiveness this evening.]
NRC: Look into my eyes, friend....
[Corey lets go, if only for long enough to deliver a kick to the man's gut, then setting his head between his legs and CRUSHING the consciousness from his body with a vicious looking Night Driver on the hallway floor of pure concrete. Corey steps over him, getting within inches of his face, using one hand to pull his head up off the floor, the other to pry his eyes open as he looks into the rolled-back eyeballs of the backstage hand.]
NRC: ....you tell me whether or not I'm keyed up for this.
[Corey's protege and pupil, Ethan Smith, better known to the wrestling world as Phoenix, walks up on the scene, seeing his boss over top of an innocent bystander. He walks over and puts his hand on his menotr's shoulder.]
Phoenix: Ryan....dude....
NRC: Ethan, go to the ring....
Phoenix: But this guy...
NRC: Will be just fine as soon as the ambulance arrives. I said go to the ring, Ethan. NOW!
[Smith complies, heading down a short tunnel, then onto the go position. He steps out from behind the curtain, and a massive roar ascends from the crowd as Ryan Corey's music hits. The crowd becomes silent as they see it's not the Nightbringer, not really knowing what to make of Phoenix. He slides under the bottom rope, bounces up, and asks for a microphone. The ringside staff tosses one into the ring, and Smith catches it, beginning to speak.]
Phoenix: Umm...well...hello WWA! My name's Phoenix, and I've been training with someone you all know very well, apparently, and that's one 'Nightbringer' Ryan Corey. He's asked me to come to the ring, though to be honest, I'm not exactly sure why....AHHRCK!!!!!
[The poor kid never saw him coming. Corey had snuck through the crowd, and while Smith was speaking, slid under the bottom rope and taken up residence behind him, listening quietly to his little diatribe. When he had tired of hearing his pupil ramble, he quickly wrapped Smith up in a Kata Hajime, and even the passed-out drunk watching at home knew what was coming next.]
Jonny C: NIGHTFALL ON PHOENIX IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!! RYAN COREY HAS JUST ATTACKED HIS OWN PUPIL!!!!
Ern Bishop: Now this is certainly a side of the Nightbringer we've never seen before. He's almost....well....cool!
JC: I don't know how cool it is, but he's definitely trying to make a statement to the world here this evening!
[Corey bends over and picks up the mic Smith dropped as he was getting the breath choked out of him.]
NRC: I want this entire business, this entire alliance, the entire NWA, and the entire world to take notice of this. I want everyone to take a good look at the young man lying on the mat behind me unconscious. This is a young man that sought me out to teach him this sport. This is a young man who has lived in my home for the past year, eaten my food, spent time with my family, and basically for all intents and purposes become a brother or a son to me. This is a young man that may as well be my flesh and blood relative at this point. I want you to look at your monitors real hard there in the back right now, and I want you to ask yourself one question....
[Corey drops the mic down to his waist, and paces around the ring like a tiger looking for something to pounce on. He stops, looking straight into the camera as it zooms in on his face....that colorless, emotionless face we saw just a few moments ago. The spittle forms at the corners of his mouth, and his whole head vibrates with anger.]
NRC: ....if I did that to him...to my own flesh and blood....then what in the name of all that is good and holy will I do to you to walk out of here with that World Title shot in my hand?
[Corey steps back, standing next to the head of his fallen pupil.]
NRC: Night Falls Soon, gentlemen....
[Corey sets the mic down, pulling Smith up by his head, unconscious, unable to defend himself. He pulls the dead-weighted youth up into a vertical suplex, then brings him crashing down on his head with a Michinoku Driver from that position.]
JC: NOT AGAIN! RYAN COREY WITH TOTAL DARKNESS ON HIS OWN STUDENT!!!!!
Ern: Yep, definitely moving into that cool category now.
[Corey picks up the mic again.]
NRC: ....the Nightbringer is coming for your souls.
[Corey throws the mic at the camera, and drops to the mat, rolling out of the ring under the bottom rope as his music hits again, and the crowd roars at the local hero. Corey makes his way to the curtain, turns, and raises a fist to the fans in salute before disappearing.]
JC: THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE INTENSE EVENING!!!!!
Ern: Yeah, especially if Ryan Corey is that intense....everyone else will be about three times worse! This'll be great!
JC: Folks, welcome to Bee-yoo-tee-full Las Vegas Nevada and the Thomas and Mack Center, as once again we here in SSW play host to the WWA's marquee pay-per-view extravaganza, SUMMER GAMES FOUR!!!!!
Ern: Damn, Catch. Quit yelling in my friggin' ear!
JC: Folks, there's no time to waste, and let's jump feetfirst right into our next matchup.
Ern: Yeah, a Team PNW squash!
JC: I think the fellows from TSW will account well for themselves.
["Know Your Enemy" by Rage Against The Machine plays, and Carlos Manticore comes down to the ring for the final time.]
JC: Sad to see this talented guy go. His speech last week in TSW was heartfelt, and the fans in Missouri gave him an excellent reception.
Ern: Feh. No water off my back.
[The crowd is on their feet waiting for the arrival of the next member of Team TSW.]
[BOOM]
[BOOM]
[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!]
[The crowd errupts as AC/DC's "Big Gun" Blares over the PA system. Pyro Explodes all over the stage as the Vegas Fans cheer their old hero.]
[As the smoke clears Dan Dehart is seen standing at the top of the ramp with the gorgeous Madison standing by his side. Dan's wearing his usual black tights with "The Express" printed down the left leg. He's got the leather vest, the Trademark Oakley Eyejackets. He looks over the crowd but he's not smiling... he's all business.]
[Dan takes him time walking down the aisle, looking over the crowd as Madison waves walking closely behind him. Dan rolls into the ring, and shares a few words with Manticore, a man he beat in TSW just a few weeks ago.]
JC: One of the men who, in a matter of moments, will take on Raine Atmosphere in an Iron Man matchup for TSW's Midwest Heavyweight Title.
Ern: I can sum up the Midwest in one word. Cow pies.
["Nothing Better To Do" by LA Guns begins to blare through out the arena, as the arena goes black. Suddenly a red spot light hits the entrance way, to reveal Dan Easton in a all white singlet, white boots, a single white elbow pad on his left elbow, and white framed Oakley sunglasses, standing a few steps from the entrance way.]
Announcer - Soon to be making his way to the ring, from Miami, Florida; weighing in at 265 lbs. DAN EAAASSSSSSTTTTOOONNNN!!!!!!!!!
[Dan begins to make his way to the ring, as he gets mixed reactions from the crowd. Dan makes it to the ring slides in under the bottom rope and comes to stand in the ring. Looks out to the crowd from behind his Oakley's, cracks his trademark grin and waits.]
JC: Easton has been impressive as of late himself, having taken Michael Lennox to the limit last week in Missouri. Would've been the new champion except for a big idiot in a black outfit.
Ern: You mean the Armani Army was in Columbia?
[We cut to the back to find TSW Team member, "The Wind Wizard" Raine Atmosphere. He's dressed in a long green and white robe with a yellow cross on the front. There's a hood on the robe and it's up, covering his face and head. We seem to be outside... in the darkness. He sits on the ground, his back leaned up against a large tree.]
Atmosphere - "The time has come... Summer Games Four..."
[He pauses.]
Atmosphere - "Raine Atmosphere, 'The Wind Wizard,' has been changing. Changing a lot... in many ways. And tonight, everyone will see truly what I'm all about. No more lies, no more hiding, no more acting, no more pretending. Tonight is the real deal... tonight is nothing but true. And all will be explained post-Summer Games Four."
[He pauses, yet again, then talks after a short moment...]
Atmosphere - "And Ulfric?"
[He stands, putting his arms in oppisite sleeves, nodding his head slowly, then hanging it downward towards the ground.]
Atmosphere - "You'll be first."
[Simple.]
[Out.]
Ern: Pretty strong words froma mere Rookie!
JC: And that was a pre-recorded segment from Raine Atmosphere, who will take on his fellow Team TSW teammate Dan Dehart here in a little bit.
["2 Lions" by Dis-Harmony starts up in the arena and the man known as "The Wind Wizard" Raine Atmosphere enters from behind a black curtain, wearing a long green and white robe with a yellow cross on the front. There's a hood on the robe and it's up, covering his face and head. The man walks out slowly, and and also slowly lifts his hands up to either side of the hood. As soon as a huge burst of guitar, bass and drums kick in, he quickly pulls the hood off his face, looking around, reveling a head of long pure white hair that flows down to his broad shoulders. The crowd fills with boos as the man slowly walks towards the ring.]
[He walks to the ring more, his bright blue eyes on the ring the whole time, and then he starts to take off the robe, showing his ring gear underneath it. He wears a pair of pitch black wrestling tights with yellow crosses on each side, representing Jesus, and a pair of dark blue wrestling boots. He also wears elbow pads and the like (wrist tape) and knee pads under his tights.]
[He slowly walks to the apron, handing his robe to someone, and he steps up onto the apron then steps through the ropes into the ring. He spins in a slow circle in the ring, his arms extended, a grin on his face as the crowd boos more. He takes off the pair of small black sunglasses he was wearing, and he tosses them to the ground... no one really wants 'em - they hate this guy, for some reason.]
[The song slowly fades out.]
JC: And the entirety of Team TSW finally in the ring, let's bring on the PNW gang!
[All four members of Team TSW are in the ring as the ring announcer begins to speak again.]
Ring Announcer: And now ladies and gentlemen… Team PNW!
[The offspring’s “Self-Esteem” begins to play in the arena signaling the arrival of the first member of the team.]
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown… weighing in at 184Lbs… Scorn!
[The television cameras and the crowd are all focused on the entryway, but nobody is there. As the TSW team members are taking over strategy and awaiting Team PNW Scorn appears from under the ring and slides in behind them.]
Commentator 1: There’s Scorn! He hid under the ring just like he did in his last match with Ulfric.
Commentator 2: He’s not stupid enough to try and take all four TSW guys from behind at once is he?
[Scorn may be thinking about just that, but Raine Atmosphere turns and sees him sneaking in the ring from behind. Team TSW turns and Scorn slides back out to the floor before they can come after him.]
Ern: Scorn's trying to play some head games with TSW here tonight. I like that in a scrawny little bastard.
[The arena goes dark and then "Voices" by Disturbed plays. The opening plays with the arena still dark. Right when the opening hits the high spot the lights come on and at the top of the ramp is Mike Smith. The words begin to play as Mike walks to the ring. Mike has on a signature shirt of his own creation. It reads: “Mike Smith: The Next Great One”]
Wake up, are you alive
Will you listen to me
I'm gonna talk about some freaky sh*t now
Someone is gonna die
When you listen to me
Let the living die, Let the living die (say)
Announcer: On the way to the ring. Weighing in at 250 lbs; from Battle Creek, Michigan.
What's up, I wonder why
Do you listen to me
I'm gonna make you do some freaky sh*t now
Insane, you're gonna die
When you listen to me
Let the living die, Let the living die (say)
Announcer: Mike Smith!
[The song keeps playing and starts to fade as Mike gets in the ring. He gets in the ring and takes off his shirt and throws out of the ring and then he just waits for his opponent.]
["Trapt" by Headstrong begins to play over the PA. Red, white, and blue laser lights piece the arena, moving over the crowd [video plays, if there is a screen set up that shows Lockhart doing various signature move and his finishers, as well as winning matches and even some of his amateur wrestling shots like his World championship win]. A man moves from behind the curtain and stands looking at the crowd, his green eyes surveying everything, before then moving his focus to the ring. The monster of a man is wearing his PNW "Locked Hart" t-shirt over his singlet for his entrance to the ring and his PNW Oregon State Championship belt. He poses a bit, flexing and bouncing on the balls of his feet. Then he begins his move towards the ring.]
#Circling, your circling, you circle in your head/Contemplating everything you ever said/Now I know the truth, I got a doubt/A different motive in your eyes and now I'm out, see you later#
[Stops mid-way to pose some more and then abruptly raising his arms pointing towards the sky and looking up.]
#I see your fantasy you want to make a reality paved in gold / See inside, inside of our heads / Well that's all over, I see your motives inside/And your decision to hide#
Announcer: Now coming to ring, standing at 6'3 and weighing in at 265 pounds... #Back off we'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong / Headstrong we're Headstrong / Back off We'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong /And this is not where you belong/I can't give
Announcer: A former amateur World Champion and internationally renowned wrestling superstar, as well as the PNW Oregon State Champion...
#Conclusions manifest your first impressions got to be your very best / I see you're full of s*** and that's alright / That's how you play I guess you get through every night / Now that's over#
[Continues his move to the ring, stopping right before getting to the ring.]
Announcer: "The Shooter" Jason Lockhart!
#I see your fantasy you want to make a reality paved in gold / See inside, inside of our heads / Well that's all over, I see your motives inside/And your decision to hide/Back off we'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong / Headstrong we're Headstrong / Back off We'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong /And this is not where you belong (where you belong)/I can't give everything away (this is not where you belong)/ I won't give everything away#
[He then continues to move toward the ring, jumping onto the apron, and moving between the ropes into the actual ring.]
#I know, I know all about/I know, I know all about/I know I know all about your motives inside and your decision to hide#
[He stands in the middle of the ring, as the song is finishing, then balls up his fist and strikes his chest three times before raising it, pointing his index finger to the sky.]
#Back off we'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong / Headstrong we're Headstrong / Back off We'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong /And this is not where you belong (where you belong)/I can't give everything away (this is not where you belong)/ I won't give everything away (this is not where you belong)#
[He then either stands staring at the entryway, waiting for his opponent to come out or stares across the ring at his opponent in the ring.]
[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. ]
"It's always darkest before it goes completely black
I'm older now so I should know, you can never look back
But the scars of childhood memories dominate my head
The inner pain I've vowed to keep until the day I'm dead"
[A dark shadow can be seen through the fogs thick blue haze.]
"You can't see, the life I was forced to lead
What it's like to die daily
You can't feel, the thoughts I've learned to steal
Survivals my reality"
[A series of blue Pyro erupts in front of the entrance as Ulfric steps through the fog, his long white/green hair hanging lose in his face, he is wearing a pair of frayed blue jeans, a black Dark Angel t-shirt, and motorcycle boots. Over his shoulder is the PNW and Wx3 heavyweight titles, gleaming proudly beneath the lights.]
"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 pauses midway down the ramp to remove his t-shirt which he throws into the crowd before banging his head in time to the music. Finally he sprints the rest of the way to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and stepping right into the ring. He looks focused, pacing the ring until the opening bell.]
JC: The Wx3 champion looks ready to roll!
Ern: Wx3 is dead. We bought them, remember?
[The bell rings, and Carlos Manticore and Mike Smith start out for their respective teams. They meet in the center collar-and-elbow, and Manticore takes a headlock, which Smith quickly escapes from with a belly-to-back suplex. He stands and looks to pick Manticore up, but the big veteran surprises him with a small package, which Smith kicks out of before the ref slides over. Both men stand and go to their corners. Smith tags in Ulfric, as Manticore tags in Raine Atmosphere at the other end of the ring.]
JC - Here is what we've been waiting for... Ulfric against Raine Atmosphere.
Ern - They've shared some words back and forth with their televison time...
JC - Indeed.
[Ulfric and Atmosphere walk towards each other, and they stop in the middle of the ring, staring at each other. Ulfric being much taller, he looks down, but Atmosphere isn't intimidated. He looks Ulfric in the eye, then nails a knife edge chop across the chest.]
"WHOOOOOOOOOO!"
[Ulfric just laughs and grabs Raine's hand then throws him into the ropes. Atmosphere leaps up onto the second rope and flips back in a Moonsault Press, landing across the chest of Ulfric, however Ulfric catches him upside down almost. Raine gets free, landing on his feet behind Ulfric. Raine nails a stiff kick to the back of Ulfric knee, then another, then another, then another. Ulfric doesn't fall as Raine runs to the ropes, bouces off them and then runs back, ducking a Clothesline from Ulfric who turned around. Raine waits for Ulfric to turn around once more, and goes for a Superkick but stops in mid-move as Ulfric ducks. Raine stands there, and waits for Ulfric to come back up and when he does, Raine uses the edge and boots Ulfric in the gut hard, then lifts him up onto his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry.]
Ern - Atmosphere has the big man up!
[Raine holds Ulfric up for a bit, really struggling, but still keeps the move alive. Raine tosses Ulfric up into into the air a little bit, making him spin, then Raine starts falling with him... hooking his head...]
Ern - Fireman's Carry into 3/4 Neckbreaker!
JC - He calls that the "Stratosphere!"
[Raine does the smart thing and goes for a pin.]
1....
2....
[Ulfric powers out, shooting Raine up into the air, then standing, a sick grin on his face.]
JC: And Ulfric is actually ENJOYING this!
Ern: You kidding me? Ulfric's idea of a good night in bed is a cold corpse resting on a bed of sharp tacks. Of course he's enjoying this.
[Atmosphere returns the grin...a possibly suicidal move on his part. They tie up, collar and elbow in the center of the ring, and Ulfric shoves Raine back to his corner. Manticore reaches over and smacks Atmosphere on the shoulder, tagging himself in, and charges at Ulfric!!!]
JC: This is not a smart decision.
[Manticore is met with a quick drop toe-hold, and Ulfric tags in Scorn, who reluctantly steps into the ring. He drops an elbow across the neck of Manticore, then rises and scores with another before tagging in Lockhart. Lockhart comes in, picks Carlos up, and shoots him across, scoring with a BEAUTIFUL dropkick to the bridge of the nose. He quickly grabs manticore up, and locks in the LOCKED HART I!!!!!]
Ern: LOCKED HART IN THE CENTER OF THE RING AND MANTICORE IS IN TROUBLE!!!!
[Dehart comes in for the save, but is headed off at the pass by Mike Smith with a flying forearm, and Manticore taps wildly!!!]
JC: AND THE END OF A FABLED CAREER AS MANTICORE TAPS OUT TO LOCKHART!!!
Ern: Thanks for the compliment.
[Dehart becomes the legal man now as Smith exits, then takes the quick tag from Lockhart. He picks Dehart up, and sends him across, but Dehart switches the whip, reversing it and CRUSHING Smith with a spear!!! Dehart covers....]
1...
2...
KICKOUT!!!
[Dehart quickly comes over and picks up Smith, lifting him and PLANTING him to the mat with the Devestator!]
JC: DEHART WITH THE MOVE THAT MIGHT WIN HIM THE MIDWEST HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!!!!
[Dan covers....]
1....
2....
Thr-NO!!! SMITH KICKS OUT AGAIN!!!
Ern: I'm not a big Dehart fan, but not many men have been able to kick out of that move.
[Dehart slams the mat in frustration, then goes over to an excited Dan Easton, making the tag. Dehart pulls Smith up, and the two work well together, as Easton goes behind for a belly to back suplex, and Dehart adds insult to injury with a clothesline as Easton lifts him up. Easton then quickly wraps Smith up in the Miami Cloverleaf, and pulls him to the center of the ring, cranking back on the hold!!!!]
Ern: MIAMI CLOVERLEAF IN THE MIDDLE!!!
[Smith tries to push up out of the hold, and Lockhart comes in for the save, but is met with a springboard missile dropkick from Atmosphere for his troubles, and Easton cranks back on the hold, forcing Smith to tap out!!!!]
JC: Easton evens the odds now at three men apiece!
Ern: Smith has a bright future, but just took too many big moves in too short a time period for any staying power.
[Easton goes over and tags in Raine, who quickly picks Lockhart up and sends him across. Lockhart falls victum to a Raine Atmosphere Drop Toe Hold, and right away Raine gets up to drop a Leg Drop across the back of Lockhart's head. Raine gets up once more and then does a standing summersault Leg Drop across the back of the head. Raine stands and runs over to the turnbuckle, sitting up
on the top turnbuckle, planting his feet on the scond turnbuckle. Raine
leaps off, once again dropping his leg across the back of Lockhart's head.
Raine gets up once last time and runs to the turnbuckles, sitting on the
top one. Raine leaps off, summersaulting, landing a summersault Leg Drop
off the second turnmbuckle across the back of Jason's head!]
JC: Things aren't looking so hot for Lockhart right now.
[Raine goes over and tags in Dehart, who quickly hits the ropes and bounces off with a huge Asai moonsault!]
Ern: Watch the big man fly!
JC: Gotta hand it to TSW, they're showing some nice teamwork, and two of them will try and beat each other in an Ironman match here in a few minutes for their company's top prize!
Ern: The question is, will it get them to round two?
[Dehart reaches down and pulls in a crawling Lockhart, who crotches him...DING!...and scampers to his corner, tagging in Ulfric. The man-monster quickly seizes upon opportunity, locking Dehart up and DRIVING him into the canvas with Last Rites!]
JC: LAST RITES FROM THE Wx3 CHAMPION!!!
Ern: Yeah, the champ of a dead federation...ain't it nice.
[Ulfric with the cover....]
1....
2....
Thre-NO!!! DEHART KICKS OUT!!!!
JC: MY GOD HOW DID HE DO THAT!?!?!
Ern: Definitely not saving back anything for his title match.
[Ulfric grins sadistically, as he picks up Dehart and drives him to the canvas AGAIN with another Last Rites, before picking him up and OBLITERATING him with an F-5!!! He covers!]
1....
2....
3!!!!
JC: And Ulfric now whittles the TSW side down to two!
[Ulfric catches a charging Raine with a big boot to the gut, then pulls him over to the corner and offers a tag to Scorn. Scorn looks at Ulfric with trepidation for a moment, then tags himself in and straightens Raine up with a deep-outta-the-south right hand. Scorn goes for the whip, but Raine reverses and catches Scorn with a nice hurricanrana close to the edge, sending him to the canvas. Raine moves for the pickup, but Scorn tosses him over, using the tights to get some breathing room. Both men up, now, as Raine ducks a Scorn kick, then grabs his hands and throws him into the
ropes. Scorn bouces off and tries going the other way, only to find a stiff
Raine Clothesline which sends him over the top rope. Scorn hands on and
lands on his feet on the apron, and then Raine leaps up onto the second
turnbuckle and jumps off, nailing Scorn with a Dropick, which sends him
down hard on the outside. Raine waits a few seconds, then runs across the ring, hits the ropes and
runs across the ring once more. When he gets towards the other set of ropes
he leaps up onto the top rope in one jump, and then jumps off into the air,
getting amazing height, while spinning in a Shooting Star Press fashion.]
Ern - SHOOTING STAR PRESS PLANCHA!
[Raine rolls him in and tags in Easton, who works with Raine to shoot him across, and the two combine on a deadly looking double dropkick. Easton picks Scorn up, lifting him high overhead in a massive gorilla press. He strolls around the ring, but Ulfric comes in and clips Easton at the knee, and as he falls Scorn drops onto him, holding for a covers as Ulfric exits.]
1....
2....
[Easton kicks out with much authority, tossing Scorn high into the air. Ulfric calls Scorn over, and the former Double Crown champion looks at him suspiciously, watching Ulfric raise his hand high in the air. Scorn watches him for a moment, then slaps five with him as the PNW fans in the crowd go nuts, realizing they have just seen two men with a ton of animosity towards each other work together for the good of PNW!]
Ern: Now there's something you won't see everyday. Two untrusting bastards tagging in willfully.
[Ulfric kicks a standing Easton in the gut, sending him across and setting for a back body drop. Easton leapfrogs, and tags in Raine as he returns, ducking an Ulfric clothesline. Ulfric spins, and sees Raine coming off at him with a springobard dropkick, and Easton scores with a chopblock to the knees as Raine catches him full in the jaw with the dropkick, sending Ulfric down to the canvas HARD!]
JC: Nice double teaming from the TSW guys!
[Raine quickly mounts the top turnbuckle, and looks to score with Forgiven of Sins. Scorn sees it coming, and leaps to the top rope himself, flying across with a springboard missile dropkick that catches Raine in the back on the rotation!]
JC: SCORN SAVES ULFRIC!!!! SCORN SAVES ULFRIC!!!
Ern: Save him hell. Scorn knows Ulfy's his ticket to the second round.
[The referee scuttles Scorn back to the outside, and Ulfric rises, nodding at Scorn as he does in a show of gratitude. Ulfric picks Raine up, looking for the fireman's carry, but Raine rotates over, flipping onto his feet and jumping back up, taking Ulfric down with a hurricanrana. He sets himself, waiting for Ulfric to sit up, and as he does connects with a springboard dropkick to the back of Ulfric's neck, folding him in half! He picks Ulfric up, and DRILLS him to the canvas with a Tiger Suplex! He drags Ulfric over and, picking up his arm, smacks Scorn with it, forcing the tag! He kicks Scorn in the gut as he enters, and then sets him and plants him with a powerbomb. Raine locks his hands up with Scorn's, and drills him with a second consecutive powerbomb, then repeats the motion and KILLS Scorn with a third straight powerbomb!]
Ern: Raine really taking it to Scorn here.
[Atmosphere picks up Scorn, setting him on the top rope. He follows him up, hooks him, and flies off with a sick-looking top rope Tiger Suplex as Scorn's head bounces off the canvas!]
JC: GRAVITY'S MY AID!!!! THAT'S THE MOVE THAT GOT HIM INTO THE TITLE MATCH!!!!
[Raine with the cover....]
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[Lockhart enters for a save attempt....]
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[Easton cuts him off at the pass with a VICIOUS clothesline!]
3!!!!
Ern: Atmosphere has evened it out at two each here now!
[Raine doesn't rest on his laurels, as he quickly hits the ropes and comes off with an Asai moonsault onto Lockhart. He bounces up, picks Lockhart up, and comes off the opposite ropes as Lockhart staggers backward with a crossbody. Lockhart holds Raine though, and as he hits the ropes takes both of them over the top and back out of the ring!]
JC: BOTH MEN TO THE OUTSIDE!!!
[Raine quickly gets up, having had Lockhart cushion his fall, and grabs a chair from the timekeeper. He waits for Lockhart to stand as Ulfric drops down from the apron and moves in behind him, grabbing Raine by the hair. Easton sees this, and comes behind Ulfric, shooting a forearm into his kidneys, and a second, forcing Ulfric to let go, then wraps him up and DESTROYS Ulfric with a belly to back overhead release suplex onto the concrete! Raine regains his chair, and measures Lockhart....]
CCCRRRRRAAAACCCCKKKKKK!!!!!
Ern: That was a nasty blow to the Oregon State champ. I'm starting to like this Atmosphere guy.
[Raine rolls Lockhart in, then goes to his corner and tags in a standing Easton. Easton comes in and plants Lockhart with a belly to belly suplex, then picks him up and scores again with a German suplex, bridging for the cover!]
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2....
[Ulfric has rolled into the ring, and kicks Dan in the back of the head to stop the count as the ref backs the Silent Warrior out of the ring. Easton picks Jason up, sending him across, only to have Lockhart duck. Easton spins, and is met with a high crossbody as both men fall to the mat. Easton quickly rises, and Lockhart takes the back door between his legs and scurries over to his corner, tagging in Ulfric. Ulfric dodges a clothesline, then bounces off the ropes and, stealing a page from his brother's playbook, scores with a Roaring Elbow to the jaw of Easton. Easton crumples to the mat, and Ulfric quickly flips him over, grabbing his legs and DRIVING Easton to the mat with a wheelbarrow suplex. He quickly picks Easton up, drags him to the middle of the ring, and NAILS Dan with Last Rites!!!!! He covers....]
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2....
3!!!!
JC: ULFRIC HAS JUST KNOCKED TSW DOWN TO ONE MAN!!!!
Ern: Raine's tough, though. He can still pull this thing out. Anything but having that turncoat Ulfric move on.
JC: Why do you say that...he's an SSW guy.
Ern: Not tonight. Tonight he's the enemy.
[Raine quickly hops onto the turnbuckle, waiting for Ulfric to stand. He flies off as Ulfric spins, but Ulfric catches him in a HUGE belly to belly, planting raine into the mat.]
JC: I think Ulfric's about to introduce Raine to his good buddy Pain.
Ern: You're a poet who doesn't know it.
[Ulfric gets up, and shoot Raine across, catching him with a massive powerslam. He sends Raine across again....]
JC: F-5!!!!! F-5!!!!!
[Ulfric covers....]
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2....
KICKOUT!!!
Ern: Raine should've been smarter there. He has another hour of wrestling tonight, and really there's no chance of him advancing, so he should have saved himself for Dehart!
JC: Wait a second....two minutes ago you said Raine could win this!
Ern: I changed my mind.
[Ulfric grins, and picks Raine up, and for the third time tonight we see him drive someone to the mat with LAST RITES!!!! Ulfric covers....]
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2....
3!!!!
JC: And Ulfric ends the hopes of Team TSW, taking out three of their four men all by himself! He's on a mission here in Vegas tonight!
[Ulfric rolls out of the ring and heads to the back as Lockhart celebrates in the ring.]