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[Black screen, white text.] It begins, tonight, in Kentucky. [A drum beat begins.] It ends in Manitoba in two weeks. Thirty-two Competitors... Eight Teams... Two Alliances... One Champion... The World Wrestling Alliance in conjunction with the National Wrestling Alliance proudly presents: 
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[Arena, popping fans.] BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! [Pyro's aplenty emerge from the aisle that leads to the ring.] [Scan around the arena, fans ballistic, signs everywhere.] Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-BOOOM [Pryro's shoot from the ring posts, as we find 'Downtown' Darren Kiebler & Angus Skaaland behind the announce table.] DDK: Welcome everybody to Summer Games day 1, I'm Darren Kiebler alongside my long time partner in crime Angus Skaaland, and if you're not wetting your pants right now, with excitement your not a wrestling fan. AS: I'm a wrestling fan and wearing pampers just in case. DDK: *laughing* Well tonight someone will begin there path to glory and join the 5 men already lucky to have been immortalized for all eternity here in the WWA. AS: It's a once year event folks and the list of winners, it's exclusive to say the least. DDK: Syn took the first one, at the rebirth of the WWA Chilli took the second. AS: At the greatest event in the history of Wrestling, Summer Games III Eric Dane defeated all. DDK: Since then Dane's one it again, Ulfric & Mike Bell have also been inscribed as legends to the World Wrestling Alliance. AS: But we've got to add a new name to that list this year. DDK: Correct, none of the former winners are involved tonight, or at least not scheduled to compete. AS: I heard Dane was here, wouldn't be surprised if Bell was to. DDK: Me either. AS: And as a side issue to all that there's the small matter of the World Heavyweight Title match, Blasier defends against Henry. DDK: That'll take us into the early hours of the morning, let's give these people a quick run down of the teams on show tonight. AS: Get to it. [Fancy graphics, Quartered screen, face in each box.] [Team NWA. Bane, Durney, Cross, Mimic.] DDK: Our friends from the NWA have sent in a team they think can take this Thomas Bane, Jack Durney, Tyler Cross & Mimic, they'll take on the home town hero's of the AWA. [Team AWA. Inferno, Twisted, Danger, Matthews.] AS: Lot of pride at stake, the AWA guys will not want to go down in front of their home fans and they won't be wanting to give the NWA any bragging rights over the WWA, but it's gonna be tough. One region against an alliance. DDK: Agreed. [Team AFW. Hitchens, Hellbilly, Jimbo, Blue.] AS: AFW are here, and they're doing there thing. DDK: It'll be interesting to see what the latest WA region has to offer the Games. AS: Hellbilly, Harry Blue, OMJ & Hitchens… Erk move along. DDK: They face another outside team and again they're representing the WWA. Their opponents are somewhat of an unknown quantity, KingPRO have a good reputation. [Team KingPRO. Cashaw, Duran and Maldito] AS: It'll be interesting to see how these guys perform, personally I've heard great things about these guys, but can they get the job done in the ring. DDK: How Cashaw, Duran & Maldito get on is unknown the team already weakened as Fusion & Hoju have pulled out, only to be replaced by Anders Duran. AS: Let's get to the meatier stuff. DDK: They don't get more meaty than this OCW versus theStage. [Team TheStage: Fisher, Wynkoop, DeBough, Mandrake.] AS: Word. DDK: The only team that has two former World Heavyweight Champions are punching hard here, Mandrake & Fisher two of the most easily recognizable faces in the world of wrestling. AS: And they joined by two cruisers that can go. DDK: OCW don't have the same hype, the same fanfare reception but they certainly won't be backing down. [Team OCW: Granger, Zahn, Jordon, Kayne.] AS: OCW might not have superstar status right now but this is the place where reputations are made and crushed. DDK: Yeah. For Zahn, Granger, Kayne & Jordon this could be the place where they become household names. AS: Word. DDK: Then we have WMW versus BACW. [Team WMW: Light, Storm, Riley, Mara.] AS: Now talk about a team with experience here in the WWA, this is them. Light's been a top notch performer for many, many years. DDK: And Storm's seen & done it all. Mara's got the experience needed and they're joined by the rising star of WMW, Jimmy Riley. AS: But what about the Bad Ass guys, they won't be caring fro any reputations. DDK: They certainly won't. [Team BACW: Riel, Righteous, Natas, Spectre.] DDK: Another new addition to the WWA, and again, little is known about these guys, but that means that they'll be here to make a name for themselves. AS: My Summer Games tip for one to watch is on this team. DDK: Who's that? [Fade flashy graphics.] AS: Righteous, I've seen him in action before, solid competitor. DDK: Well lets hope you haven't put the kiss of death on the guy, Righteous is joined by Natas, Sepctre & Beil. AS: Pick a winner right now. DDK: Of Summer Games? AS: Yeah. DDK: You put me on the spot to pick a winner I'll go with Bane. AS: Traitor. DDK: I'm calling it as I see it. AS: Me, I'm saying Fisher. DDK: Ohh-Kay, well we're starting proceedings here tonight with a local regional match to get the fans excited, the AWA tag titles are on the line between the UnNatural Disasters and the Headliners.
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[The camera shows Sean Jackson standing in line, the next person to walk through the door, and into the arena housing Summer Games. As he hands his ticket to the girl, he has a frown on his face.] About time I get into this damn place. You know I have stood in this line for a better part of two hours? [She begins to speak, but he cuts her off] You dumbass hicks should have a separate line for celebrities, so we shouldn't have to wait in line like everyone else. [She just rolls her eyes, as if she has just come across the real life Al Bundy] girl: Let me guess, you once scored three touchdowns in a high school football game. [Sean begins to say something, but stops. He has made it to Summer Games and he isn't going to let some bitch ruin the night for him. He simply walks on through as the camera begins to follow him. He is heading to his front row seat, right there at ringside, where he has other plans for tonight.] The WWA is going to find out that they made a huge mistake by letting a talent like me slip through their fingers. The ACW slipped into obscurity, the IWX fell into financial ruin... [He smiles] But yet, here I am, alive and well, and about to retake my rightful place in the world of professional wrestling. [He is almost at his seat when he sees the back of someone, someone who looks strangely familiar.] What the ? [He gets to his seat, and sees the last person on the face of the planet that he wanted to see.] [ "The Natural" Mike Bell ] What in the hell are YOU doing here? [Before Mike gets to say anything, Sean Jackson loses his temper] OH HELL NO [He hops over the guard rail and angrily climbs into the ring. He motions for someone to bring him a mic, which has completely befuddled Mike Bell, who was simply sitting in his seat, watching the action like everyone else in the arena. Once Sean has the mic in hand, he begins his rant.] I'm so fucking sick and tired of this shit. No matter what I say, no matter what I do, there always seems to be someone there, someone to try to hold me back. [He walks over to the ring ropes, directly in front of "The Natural" and begins to point.] Namely you Bell. I just want to know, what in the hell is it? What is it that makes YOU so god damned important, and ME, nothing more than just a piece of crap under the shoe of the WWA? [This is something that Mike didn't anticipate, all he wanted to do was just watch Summer Games, for the first time as a fan.] For months I sat there, wanting the WWA to give me a fucking legitimate chance in this business, but all they wanted to do was let geriatrics like you take up all of the match spots. Well you know what Bell? I'm not going to be held back any longer. I'm here, right now, to call your ass out. I want you, right here, and right now. [The camera switches to Mike Bell, who simply smiles and shakes his head no] What is the matter Bell? you were all prepared to face that piece of shit Terry Woods, but when it comes to me, you say no? [Mike's refusal only pisses Sean Jackson off even more] I DEMAND JUSTICE BELL!!!!! [Sean is now screaming, veins sticking out from his neck] I DEMAND JUSTICE FROM EVERYONE!!!! [He halfway climbs through the ropes] GET YOUR ASS IN THIS RING BELL, OR I'LL COME OUT THERE AND GET YOU!!! [By this time, someone has brought a mic out to "The Natural", who tries to calm the situation down.] Look Sean, why don't you just cut with the dramatics. The only reason I'm here is to see John Henry challenge for the world heavyweight title. If your problem is the fact that I'm sitting on the front row, then I'll be more than happy to move to another location... [He smiles] Perhaps in the back, where I can watch with the rest of the VIP's. FUCK YOU BELL!!! [Sean Jackson is now completely standing on the ring apron, just in front of Mike Bell. You can tell that his mind is racing, and now he knows that he has the right game plan to get Mike Bell into the ring.] Either you get your ass into this ring, Or I'll mow over everyone man, woman, and child until I get you in this ring. [Mike looks to his side and sees several young children nearby. With as much as Sean Jackson is ranting and raving, he is concerned that Sean may be serious with the threat. With that, Mike stands up, and begins to make his way to the ring. Sean, now smiling has now stepped back through the ropes and prepares himself. Once both men are standing in the ring, Sean Jackson fires off first.] You don't know how long I have waited for this moment, to finally get you in the ring, to finally destroy you, to put you out of my misery. [However, Mike Bell has different ideas] I'm sorry Sean, but it isn't going to happen tonight, and it isn't going to happen ever. You see, I have retired from the sport of wrestling, but not completely, not yet. When I came back to the WWA more than three years ago, it was because I wanted a shot at the WWA World Heavyweight Title... [Sean cuts him off] Enough of the bullshit Bell. I'm so sick and fucking tired of the same old tired story about that fucking world title belt. It makes me want to throw up everytime I have to hear it. We all know about the blah, blah, blah story about you and that damned belt, all it makes me want to do is just ram my foot down your throat. [Sean thrusts his finger into the chest of Mike Bell] And tonight, I'm going to do just that [Mike swats his hand away, and that causes Sean to step back a tad] Don't put your hands on me Sean, don't you EVER put your hands on me. I'm not going to put up with your crap tonight. Like I said, I'm here to watch John Henry's match and nothing else. Why don't you just have a seat, in your bought and paid for seat, and enjoy the rest of the show. [He turns to walk out of the ring, but Sean grabs his shoulder] What's the matter Bell? You don't want to fight me because I'm not some puppet like Terry Woods? [Bell shrugs him off and keeps walking towards the ropes.] Your son's a retard Bell [That stops him in his tracks. Which was exactly what Sean Jackson wanted.] That's right Mike, your son is a fucking retard. [Mike Bell turns, takes a deep breath, then walks back towards Jackson.] Let me see Sean, you couldn't get onto Summer Games without purchasing a ticket, so out here you come... [Mike Bell stops, wow, there is now a smile on his face] In the same manner that Terry Woods came out months ago, looking for a sure fire way to get a match at the grandest stage of them all, right here at Summer Games. [Bell is now standing nose to nose with Sean Jackson] Well, I'm here to tell you one thing Sean. I've got one more match left in me, one more match with the opponent of my choosing. One more match, in a series of matches that I have had throughout my entire career, with top notch competitors, and championship calibur athletes... [Now Mike Bell is the one pointing the finger] And just like Terry Woods, you too, aren't worthy enough to be in the ring with me at Summer Games. [With that, Mike Bell finally exits the ring. He is halfway up the ramp when Sean Jackson finally recovers from Mike Bell's last statement.] YOUR SON IS A RETARD!!! [Mike Bell turns and smiles] And your nothing more than a cheap rip off of Terry Woods. I'll have my final match Sean, but it sure as hell won't be against a shock jock like you. [With that Mike Bell exits behind the curtain, leaving a deranged Sean Jackson still standing in the ring.] GET YOUR ASS BACK OUT HERE BELL!!!! DAMNIT BELL, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!! [Security starts heading to the ring] YOUR WIFE IS A WHORE!!!! [Too late, Mike Bell is gone] YOUR DAUGHTER IS A SLUT!!! [Still no response from Bell, but security is now in the ring and Jackson is quickly subdued. Once they take charge of Sean Jackson, he is quickly escorted from the ring.] I'LL GET YOU BELL, GOD DAMNIT, I'LL GET YOU!!! [He is then taken backstage, where he is turned over to the loal police, as the camera angle is shifted back to the Summer Games announcers.]
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[Cut to the parking lot. Jack Turney, in his wrestling gear, sneaks out an exit for a last-minute smoke before the match. He sucks back luxuriously as the flame hits the tip of the Camel.] Bane: You're really going to smoke before a match? [Thomas Bane holds the exit door open with one hand.] Bane: You think that's a good idea? [Turney nods.] Turney: I think it's a wonderful idea. [Bane shakes his head.] Bane: Really? Turney: Really. Cross: What's going on? [Tyler Cross sneaks up behind Bane. He looks at Jack.] Cross: Smoking before the match? Bane: I guess in Brooklyn it's okay if you hack up a lung on your opponent. Cross: Hey, Jack, you should look into nicotine gum or something. Turney: Ah, shut up! I'm trying to relax before we go out there. Bane: What you need to do is get your head together and get back inside so we can get down to the ring. [Turney takes one last drag and flicks his cigarette onto the asphalt.] Turney: Happy? Bane: Delighted. Now get inside. Cross: Plenty of time to smoke after the match, Jack. [Turney walks past both Bane and Cross. He turns back.] Turney: I just hope you guys are this persistent when we go out there. Cigarette or no cigarette, I get the job done. [He walks off.] Bane: He bothers me sometimes. Cross: People from Brooklyn in general bother me. But you know what really bothers me? You hear what everyone's saying about our match? Bane: I think so. [Cross nods.] Cross: Well, I'll say this... The only guys who are going to be upset after the match are the ones in Team AWA. Let's roll. [They go to leave but pause just as Mimic creeps behind them toward the exit door.] Bane: [not even looking back] Don't even think about it, Mimic. [Cut back to the ring.]
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AWA Tag Team Championship Match UnNatural Disasters vs The Headliners (C) *************************************************************** Scarlett Johansson: The following match is for the AWA Tag Team Titles, and will be contested under Texas Tornado Rules! [Tornado sirens go off over the building as the lights flicker on and off… Then lightning hits the ramp as Majik stands in the middle. The smoke starts to flow as Monoxide appears to rise from under the ramp way threw the smoke. As they both stand there as the lights flicker red to green "The Witching Hour" by ICP starts to play threw the arena and The UnNatural Disasters make there way to the ring ] Scarlett Johansson: Now making their way to the ring weighing in at a combine weight of four hundred and fifty pounds. The team of Monoxide and Blak Majik colectively known as The UnNatural Disasters! ['Right Now' by Van Halen plays over the speakers as Chris Ashley and Chris Kaladaro makes their way to the ring.] Scarlett Johansson: Now coming to the ring they are the current and defending AWA Tag Team Champions weighing in at a combine weight of four hundred and forty-five pounds. The team of Chris Ashley and Chris Kaladaro collectively known as The Headliners! [The bell sounds…] [Monoxide and Chris Ashley start the match off as they lock up in the center of the ring as Monoxide rakes Chris Ashley's eyes as Monoxide follows it up with a Scoop Slam. Monoxide showboats for the crowd as he as he slowly picks up Chris Ashley and Irish whips him into ropes and Monoxide connects with a double axe handle to the chest that sends Chris Ashley crashing down on the canvas.] DDS: Monoxide goes for a cover on Chris Ashley. [1.…] AS: And Chris Kaladaro comes in and breaks up the pin attempt. [Blak Majik comes into the ring and connects with a running boot that sends Chris Kaladaro through the middle rope and crashing down on the concrete floor as Blak Majik follows him.] AS: You had to wonder when this match was going to break down, look out cause all hell has broke loose in this match! DDK: It is a Texas Tornado Match I do not understand why they tried to start like that in the first place. [Blak Majik grabs Chris Kaladaro and sends him into the ring post head first, Chris Kaladaro goes crashing down onto the concrete floor. Blak Majik picks up Chris Kaladaro an Irish whips Chris Kaladaro in guardrail as Chris Kaladaro stumble forward Blak Majik connects with a Samoan drop. Back in the ring, Monoxide catches Chris Ashley with a Side Russian Leg Sweep. Slowly Monoxide picks up Chris Ashley and tosses him out of the ring as Chris Ashley slowly stumbles around to get up Monoxide comes over the top rope with a Tope Con Helo as both men go crashing down on the concrete.] AS: The former champions are showing a fire in the ring that they haven't shown in months. DDK:Yeah, sometimes it takes a lost to get a wrestler refocused on their goals. [Monoxide picks up Chris Ashley and connects with a Snap Suplex on the concrete floor as Monoxide goes for a pin attempt on Chris Ashley [1...] [2...] DDK: Chris Ashley kicks out of the pin attempt. [Blak Majik picks up Chris Kaladaro and tosses him back into the ring as Majik slides a chair into the ring and Majik picks up Chris Kaladaro, and Irish whips Kaladaro into the ropes and connects with a Side Walk Slam sending Kaladaro crashing into the steel chair back first. Blak Majik goes for a cover on Kaladaro ] [1...] [2...] [Thre…] [Chris Kaladaro gets his left shoulder up just before the three count.] AS: Damn, I thought we had new tag team champions! DDK: The Headliners still have a lot of fight inside of them! [Blak Majik picks up Chris Kaladaro an Irish whips him into the ropes again as Majik sets for a Back Body Drop on Kaladaro, but Kaladaro turns it into a DDT driving Blak Majik's head in the steel chair as Kaladaro makes a cover on Blak Majik as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt. [1...] [2...] [Monoxide comes into the ring and delivers a boot to the back of Chris Kaladaro's head breaking up the pin attempt.] [As Monoxide turns around Chris Ashley hits him with a Springboard Dropkick. Ashley picks up Monoxide and tosses Monoxide outside of the ring and down onto the concrete floor as Monoxide gets to his feet Chris Ashley connects with a Suicide Dive. Chris Ashley gets up and he motion for Chris Kaladaro to come outside of the ring as Ashley pulls a table from under the ring.] AS: What is this legal? DDS: It is a Texas Tornado Match and that means anything can go. AS: I guess it is going to be a table for two. [Chris Ashley puts Monoxide on the table as Chris Kaladaro climbs to the top of the ring post, and comes off with a Senton driving both men through a table. Chris Kaladaro makes a cover on Monoxide as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt. ] [1...] [2...] [The pin is broke up by Blak Majik who tosses a steel chair from the ring hitting Kaladaro in the back of the head. ] AS: It's raining chairs in Lexington, Kentucky! [Chris Ashley goes to the apron but Blak Majik that sends Chris Ashley flying off the ring apron and crashing into the guardrail hits him with a Forearm. As Chris Ashley struggles to his feet, Blak Majik goes flying between the middle ropes with a Flying Forearm that connects with Chris Ashley sending both wrestlers crashing into the guardrail.] DDK: OUCH! That is gonna leave a mark. AS: No doubt... All four competitors are risking their lives for some AWA gold! DDK: Just goes to show. How impotant the tag team titles are in the AWA. [Blak Majik takes Chris Ashley and tosses him over the guardrail and into the crowd as the two wrestlers start to fight their way through the crowd.] AS: Watch out! DDK: I agree you have to wonder how far these two wrestlers will take it through the crowd. AS: As long as it takes to win this match. [Chris Kaladaro picks Monoxide and tosses him into the crowd as Kaladaro stand up on the guardrail as Monoxide slowly gets to his feet, and Kaladaro comes off the guardrail with a Flying Clothesline but hits nothing but concrete as Monoxide moves out the way. Monoxide pushes a fan out of the way, as Monoxide grabs the fan chair and sends the chair crashing into the back on Chris Kaladaro as Monoxide goes for a cover on Kaladaro as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt. ] [1...] [2...] [Kaladaro kicks out of the pin attempt.] AS: The champs kick out again! DDK: Just goes to show you, The Headliners don't have the word 'QUIT' in their vocabulary. [Monoxide slams his fist into the floor as he seems to be upset with not being able to get the three count on Kaladaro. Monoxide is quickly to his feet as he grabs a chair, and Monoxide motion for Chris Kaladaro to get to his feet. As Kaladaro struggles to his feet Monoxide sends the steel chair crashing into the head of Kaladaro busting him open as Kaladaro goes crashing down on the concrete floor face first. ] DDK Chris Kaladaro is busted wide open! AS: Yeah that was one brutal chair shot from the former champions, Monoxide. [Blak Majik connects with a couple of Knife-Edge Chops on Chris Ashley as Majik grabs a trash can and sends it crashing into the head of Chris Ashley. Blak Majik slowly picks up a bleeding Chris Ashley as he connects with a Snap Suplex on Ashley as Majik covers Ashley as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt. ] DDK: Now both of the champions are busted wide open. AS: The Headliners are in dire straights. [1...] [2...] [Thre…] [Chris Ashley get's his right shoulder up before the count of three.] AS: It's just a matter of time now before The UnNatural Disasters win the tag titles back. DDK: I'm afraid to say this but I do believe you are right because the former champions are sticking it to the current champion. [Monoxide waits for Chris Kaladaro to get back up on his feet, Kaladaro struggles to his feet as Monoxide goes for another chair shot on Kaladaro but this time Monoxide is caught with a Super kick by Kaladaro that sends Monoxide crashing to the floor. Kaladaro grabs the chair as he motion for Monoxide to get to his feet as Monoxide stumbles around he turns around just as Chris Kaladaro sends the chair crashing into the head of Monoxide. Kaladaro picks Monoxide up and Kaladaro connects with a Inverted Atomic Drop and Kaladaro follows it up with a Running Elbow that sends Monoxide crashing down to the floor as Kaladaro makes a cover on Monoxide as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt.] [1...] [2...] [thr...] [Monoxide gets his right shoulder up.] AS: Another close call DDK: Monoxide looks like he still has the will to fight. [Blak Majik picks up Chris Ashley and tries to ram Ashley's head into a wall but Ashley puts his boot up on the wall to block his head from being rammed into the wall. Ashley fires a couple of elbows in the stomach of Blak Majik as Majik stumbles back Ashley grabs Blak Majik by the head and Ashley sends Majik into the wall head first. Majik stumbles backwards as Ashley catches Majik and excites a Northern Lights Supple. Chris Ashley picks Blak Majik up and heads back to the ring as Ashley tosses Blak Majik over the guardrail as Ashley comes over the guardrail, and picks Blak Majik up and sends Majik crashing into the ring post head first. Ashley picks Majik up and rolls him into the ring as Ashley connects with a Split-Legged Moon Sault as Chris Ashley covers Blak Majik as the referee comes sliding into the ring as he makes the count on the pin attempt.] AS: SPLIT-LEGGED MOONIE!!! [1...] [2...] [Thre…] [And Blak Majik gets his left foot on the bottom rope as the referee points toward Majik's boot to Chris Ashley.] DDK: Great ring presence from Black Majik. AS: Wow, what a match these two teams are giving it all they got in this AWA showcase match! DDK: I'll agree with you once again. These four men are out there giving their best for all these Summer Games fans! [Monoxide and Chris Kaladaro make their way back to the ring as the four men continue to brawl inside the ring. Monoxide catches Chris Ashley with a low blow as Monoxide tosses Chris Ashley outside of the ring. Monoxide and Blak Majik double team Chris Kaladaro as they execute a Double Vertical Suplex as Kaladaro crashing to the canvas. Blak Majik motion to Monoxide to go to the top rope, and comes off with Foot Stomp to the stomach of Chris Kaladaro.] AS: Chris Kaladaro is gasping for air. [Monoxide makes a cover on Chris Kaladaro as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt .] [1...] [2...] [Thre...] [Chris Kaladaro gets his right boot on the bottom as the referee point it out to Blak Majik and Monoxide.] DDK: That foot on the ropes. Saved the champions from defeat. [The UnNatural Disasters Irish whip Chris Kaladaro into the ropes as they go for a Double Clothesline, but Chris Kaladaro ducks the Double Clothesline as Chris Ashley comes back into the ring with a Flying Cross Body-Block on both of The UnNatural Disasters. Chris Ashley rolls off both members of the UnNatural Disasters as Ashley connects with a Running Elbow on Blak Majik. Monoxide tries to go for a Clothesline on Chris Ashley but Ashley ducks the Clothesline and counters it with a Dragon Suplex as the referee makes a count on the Dragon Suplex.] [1...] [2...] [Thre…] [Blak Majik breaks up the pin attempt.] DDK: Save by Black Majik [Chris Kaladaro catches Blak Majik with a Charging Head butt As Blak Majik stumbles back from the Charging Head butt he gets caught with a Neck Drop Clothesline. Chris Kaladaro picks up Blak Majik and connects with a Backbreaker, Kaladaro goes to the top rope and connects with a 450 splash as the referee makes a count on the pin by Kaladaro ] [1…] [2…] [Thre…] [Monoxide breaks up the pin attempt.] DDK: Monoxide returns the favor by saving his partner, Blak Majik from defeat. AS: Kaladaro almost had the match won; he should have hooked the trunks. DDS: I don't think The Headliners are going to gain a cheap victory but hooking the trunks. [Monoxide connects with a couple of punches to the head of Chris Kaladaro as Monoxide connects with a Running Clothesline that sends both Monoxide, and Kaladaro over the top rope and onto the concrete floor. Monoxide gets to his feet first as he grabs a steel chair and crashes it into the back of Chris Kaladaro, Monoxide goes under the ring and pulls out a baseball bat wrap in barbwire.] AS: BARBWIRE IN LEXINGTON! DDK: Monoxide is bringing out the heavy artilitery, now. [Monoxide takes a swing at Chris Kaladaro but misses as Kaladaro moves out of the way and counters with a Thrust Kick to the stomach of Monoxide causing him to drop the barbwire bat. Chris Kaladaro sets up a steel chair as he places Monoxide in the chair as Chris Kaladaro walks to the other side of the ring as he takes a run, and connects with a Boot Scrape across the face of Monoxide causing Monoxide head to hit the guardrail. Chris Kaladaro grabs the barbwire baseball bat and shows it to the crowd as he turns around in time to hit Blak Majik with it as Blak Majik comes over the top rope with a Springboard Splash. Chris Kaladaro picks up both member of The UnNatural Disasters.] AS: Chris Ashley is going to fly! [Chris Ashley comes over the top rope with a Shooting Star Press as all three wrestler go crashing into the guardrail. Chris Kaladaro picks up Monoxide and tosses him over the guardrail as both wrestler start to fight through the crowd once again making their way to the food court of Rupp Arena.] AS: I smell a serious lawsuit against the WWA DDS: No I think that is the smell of popcorn! AS: You think Kaladaro or Monoxide will pick us up something to eat? DDS: I doubt they are taking any orders my friend! [Kaladaro rams Monoxide into a Hotdog Stand as the customers and workers ran off as Monoxide slides into the stand as Kaladaro follows him into the Hotdog stand. Kaladaro grabs a cup full Pepsi and takes a drink as he looks down at Monoxide and takes another drink of the pepsi and the spit's the pepsi into the face of Monoxide. Monoxide gets to one knee as Kaladaro sends a trash can crashing in the skull of Monoxide, Kaladaro goes for a cover on Monoxide as the referee jumps over the hotdog stand counter to make the count.] [1...] [2…] [Thr…] AS: Monoxide barely kicks out of the pin attempt. DDK: This match has to be taking a toll on everyone by now. [Kaladaro grabs a bottle of Mustard and starts to cover Monoxide with mustard as Monoxide catches Kaladaro with a low blow as Monoxide sends Kaladaro head crashing into the hotdog stand counter. Monoxide stumble and slides around as he gets up to grabs potatoes' chip rack and sends it crashing into the back of Kaladaro. Monoxide grab a bottle of ketchup and covers Kaladaro with ketchup as Monoxide connects with Side Russian Leg Sweep as he goes for the cover on Kaladaro as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt. ] AS: KETCHUP COVERED LEG SWEEP! DDK: SAY WHAT? AS: Just calling them how I see them. [1...] [2...] [Thre…] [Chris Ashley comes into the scene just in time to break up the pin attempt with a boot to the back of Monoxide.] AS: Last minute save by Chris Ashley. DDK: I think Chris Ashley must have been a track star in high school, because if he was just half second late on that break up. We would have had new champions. [Chris Ashley takes Monoxide and tosses him back on the Food Courts floor as Ashley follows after Monoxide. Ashley tries to Irish whip Monoxide into a T-shirt stand but Monoxide reverses Ashley's Irish whip and sends Ashley into a Big Boot by Blak Majik. A Double Body Slam by The UnNatural Disasters sends Chris Ashley crashing into the T-Shirt stand as Blak Majik grabs a T-Shirt and starts to choke Chris Ashley with the T-Shirt.] AS: These four men have fought everywhere in the damn building! DDK: My question is when and where is this match going to end? [Blak Majik brings Chris Ashley out of the T-shirt Stand still choking with the T-Shirt as Monoxide locates a table, and motions Blak Majik to bring Ashley over to the table. Blak Majik places Chris Ashley on the table as he continues to choke him with the T-shirt as Monoxide locates and grabs a ladder and Monoxide climbs to the top of the ladder and comes off with a Flying Leg Drop sending both Ashley and Monoxide crashing through the table. Monoxide leans over to make a cover on Chris Ashley as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt [1...] [2…] [Thre…] [Chris Kaladaro makes the save as he pulls Monoxide off of Chris Ashley.] DDK: And once again one of the Chris's saves the other. [Chris Kaladaro tries to connect with a Super Kick on Blak Majik but Majik catches Kaladaro leg, and connects with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip. Blak Majik picks Chris Kaladaro up and sends Kaladaro crashing into the Ladies' Bathroom as screaming women come out the bathroom running in all direction. Blak Majik walks into the Ladies' bathroom as he picks Kaladaro up and rams Kaladaro head first into the bathroom stall. Blak Majik picks up Kaladaro and tries to stick his head into the toilet but Kaladaro hits Blak Majik with a low blow, and Kaladaro sticks Blak Majik's head into the toilet, and flushes the toilet.] AS: I hope there was nothing in the toilet. DDS: That is nasty no matter which way you look at it. [Chris Kaladaro grabs a wet Blak Majik and rams his head into the stall door as both wrestlers head back out to the food court and back into the ring. Kaladaro and Blak Majik enter back into the crowd as the two wrestlers fight their way back down toward the ring and over the guardrail as Kaladaro sends Blak Majik crashing into the ring post. Kaladaro picks up Majik and tosses him back into the ring as Kaladaro connects with a Springboard Moonsault as Kaladaro makes a cover as the referee makes a count on the pin attempt.] AS: SPRINGBOARD MOONIE!!! [1...] [2…] [Thre…] [Monoxide comes back into the scene as he breaks up the pin attempt with Elbow Smash to the back of Kaladaro's head.] DDK: Monoxide saves his partner once again. AS: You know I think the only way we are ever going to get a pinfall is if one team handcuffs one of their opponents that way they can't make the save. DDK: You know what that is probably not a bad idea. [Monoxide picks up Kaladaro an Irish whips him into the ropes and connects with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Monoxide directs to Blak Majik to put Kaladaro on his shoulder as Monoxide gives the signal for the Doomsday Device.] AS: If the UnNatural Disasters hit this move we're going to have new AWA Tag Team Champions! DDS: I agree! [Blak Majik places Kaladaro up on his shoulder as he positions his self and Kaladaro in the right direction as Monoxide climbs to the top rope as he prepares to come off. Chris Ashley comes into the scene as he jumps up on the ring apron and knocks Monoxide feet from underneath him causing Monoxide to straddle the top rope. Chris Kaladaro executes a Victory Roll on Blak Majik as the referee makes the count on the pin attempt. [1…] [2…] [3...] [Bell Sounds!] AS: The Headliners just grab victory out the jaw defeat! DDK: What a match! I was sure that The UnNaturals Disasters were going to win this match, but it was The Headliners who come out on top!
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[Thomas Bane wipes his glistening forehead before continuing down the hallway. Before a match, he always likes to take a stroll around the premises before walking through those curtains. It always seemed to calm down the nerves.] [Not this time. Standing at the end of the hallway is the World Champion, Ryan Blasier. The two have traded words once already, at Stampede, and tonight looked like it would go that route again judging by the wide, toothy grin of Blasier. Bane doesn’t change course, he continues to travel on his predetermined route.] [His eyes met Blasier’s, without a hint of fear. A sarcastic smile formulated on his lips which seemed only to anger Blasier. Bane continued on his walk, he needed to focus on the match ahead.] Blasier: “How does it feel to know you’re going to lose to the laughing stock of the WWA?” [He knew the buttons to push, as Thomas came to a halt. He turned to meet the champion’s icy gaze.] Bane: “We’ll see about that.” [Bane turned, but Blasier wasn’t finished.] Blasier: “I’ll be glad when you return to that worthless alliance of yours after Summer Games. Your presence on this card brings down the quality of the show. Go back to the easier goals in life, you know, like winning piece of trash they call a title.” Bane: “It may be a trashy title to you, but I defended it like a champion. I can’t say the same for you.” [Bane takes a step forward, closing in on the already small distance between their noses. They’re eye to eye now.] Bane: “Also, I’d thought it would be nice to let you be the first one to know about my future. I’m going to sign with Outlaw Championship Wrestling after Summer Games, so get used to seeing me around.” [Thomas turned and began to walk toward the locker room where the rest of his team waited.] Blasier: [to himself] “Be careful of what you wish for.”
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[The scene opens in the AWA locker room where you can see Twisted getting ready for his matchup. While lacing his boot, a man stops right beside him. The camera pans to reveal Inferno.] Twisted: What the hell you want? Inferno: I only wanted to say that I feel sorry what's happening to Lucy. [Twisted quickly raised up and gets eye to eye with Inferno.] Twisted: What in the hell do you know about it? You walk in here and think that you can relate to me when really all you are doing is pissing me off. My Daughter is in the hospital dieing and you come to me saying you feel sorry for what is happening. You know you have a lot of nerve [Inferno slowly step backs and stay cool.] Inferno: Woah man. Relax, I didn't meant to upset you. Twisted: You just make sure you do your part in tonight’s match because I do not want to hear how we lost because big clumsy Inferno fell down and got pinned. You can forget about my daughter and start thinking about the match. Inferno: Anyway, I know that we are not on great term, but tonight is different. Tonight, I hope that you will have my back as you can be assured that you'll have mine. Jeremy, we need to win this thing. Let's do this and let's fight like we used to. Let puts some MSWA spirit in that match. Let's win this thing. [Inferno then walks out of the locker room, leaving Twisted smiling.]
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Summer Games Round 1 Match Team NWA [NWA] vs Team Chaos [AWA] *************************************************************** [The Rolling Stone’s “Paint It Black”, the NWA theme song, begins to play with the soft opening guitar riff as the fans await the arrival of team NWA.] DDK: “Here we go, folks, and this team may not be well liked here in the Alliance, but if you try and say they aren’t talented, I’ll say you’re wrong!” AS: “You are just gay for the NWA. And that rhymed, which is awesome.” [The captain of team NWA, Thomas Bane, steps out from the back, dressed in his aloha shirt and dress pants. Even though his shirt is loose, one does not have to question the man's physical build. His brown hair glimmers in the flashing lights coming from all directions. He nods at the insane pop he has recieved.] Announcer: “FIRST COMING TO THE RING… REPRESENTING THE NATIONAL WRESTLING ALLIANCE…” DDK: “Thomas Bane is one talented man, you cannot deny that much, Angus.” AS: “He may be talented, but I beat jamokes like him all day, every day. He’s just another Johnny-come-lately, and I think that some of the AWA bloodmarks might just have it out for him!” [Jack Turney, NWA Heritage title draped over his shoulder, enters to a chorus of boo's. He smiles arrogantly, giving them a mock wave. He isn't known for epic entrances, similar to Bane, and steps aside for his other teammates.] DDK: “Turney is one gifted competitor… Look at that gold!” AS: “He might be a champ, but that’s in the NWA. This… is the WWA!” [The mood changes quickly from adoration for Bane to disdain for the rest of the members of team NWA. Tyler Cross and Mimic are next to enter, standing side by side discussing pre-match plans. Cross, Mimic, and Turney are all sporting the same white shirt which reads, "Team NWA: Simply the Best".] Announcer: “THOMAS BANE… JACK TURNEY… TYLER CROSS… AND MIMIC!” DDK: “Team NWA is here, and I do believe they’re ready. And tonight… They’d better be.” [Turney catches up to Bane and the team begins to walk down, in pairs. The team enters as one by sliding under the ropes. Each man takes a corner, raising their arms for all to see. Bane strips off his collared shirt and tosses it into the crowd.] AS: “Look at the showboating. I’m not sure if they want to win the crowd over, or just plain don’t care!” [Mimic motions for the fans to boo louder, smiling at their obvious disdain for the enemy alliance. The team is ready to do battle.] DDK: “Well, one team’s in the ring… Where’s the other?” (The lights in the Rupp Arena suddenly drop out and a single beam of light illuminates the four member of Team Chaos, representing the AWA. They stand in a semi-circle at the very edge of the light, all clad in sleeveless t-shirts. One of them raises a microphone and the distinct, booming voice of Ryan Matthews erupts through the loudspeakers in the arena) Matthews: AWA and WWA fans, get on your feet and make some motherfuckin noise! DDK: “THERE THEY ARE!” AS: “DON’T CALL IT A COMEBACK, THEY’VE BEEN HERE FOR YEARS!” DDK: “What?” (As the pro-AWA and WWA crowd in total respond, the opening drum beat of "We Will Rock You" by Queen beings. The fans, seemingly more energized by the music, begin stomping and clapping in time with the beat. On the big screen, the letters AWA fall from the top of the screen and seem to pulse with the beat until Freddie Mercury launches into the first verse. The lights in the arena come up, and the four members of Team Chaos, lead by Twisted, begin making their way to the ring.) AS: “Ya gotta love how they’re going for a cheap pop with Queen there. And by love, I mean the opposite.” DDK: “…What?” (As they proceed down the aisle, only Twisted differing from his teammates in that he is clad in an MSWA shirt while the rest wear AWA attire, a highlight reel is shown of each man, ending in a black and white still shot with each one's name.) MSWA/AWA Champion, Twisted AWA Television Champion, Inferno "Handsome" Jimmy Danger "The Anathema" Ryan Matthews (Matthews and Inferno slap a few hands while Twisted and Danger seemingly ignore the crowd. When the four men finally reach ringside, they file out into a line and a tense staredown begins with their opponents in the ring. Twisted, seemingly already agitated and ready to get things underway, sets the MSWA title that he had been carrying over his shoulder down on the floor and quickly slides in under the bottom rope. Immediately he is set upon by the four members of Team NWA and begin beating him mercilessly. Twisted's teammates seem to hesitate for a second before sliding in and evening the odds as the match starts quickly and chaotically with all eight men in the ring.) DDK: “AND HERE WE GO!” AS: “Danger and Mimic already going outside the ring!” DDK: “Inferno, Twisted, Cross, and Turney locking up, and forcing their opponent to the corner, leaving just two in the center of the ring!” (Ryan Matthews and Thomas Bane both smirk, and begin to circle one another, staring each other down, as Twisted lays in the chops on Cross, Turney elbowing Inferno in the head. Matthews and Bane keep circling, sizing each other up, like any intelligent competitors would.) (The two locked up, grabbing ahold of each other firmly, each testing the other, pushing forward some, then getting pushed back a bit. Meanwhile, Twisted and Inferno had managed to get the upper hand, the two getting both their opponents into the corner. Taking a few steps back, Twisted and Inferno charge forward, to clothesline the NWA wrestlers.) (As if on cue, both NWA wrestlers duck, catching the AWA talent around the stomachs, and lunge upward, tossing the two men up… and over the top, Twisted and Inferno coming crashing down to the floor. Turney and Cross get to their feet, as Matthews sends Bane off to the ropes.) (Underestimating Bane, Matthews bull-rushes forward, wrapping his arms around the smaller man, and lifting him up, right off his feet, trying for that snap spinebuster he loves so. However… Bane was not the type to let his opponent get such a powerful move off so quickly. Matthews found his head hung up in a headlock as the two descended, and Matthews’ forehead bounced off the mat, his attempted spinebuster turned into a solid DDT.) DDK: “WHAT A REVERSAL! THOMAS BANE ALMOST GETS HIT WITH A SPINEBUSTER, BUT TURNS IT INTO A DDT!” AS: “If Bane had let himself get hit with a move like that that quick, I’d have lost all respect for him.” (Coming to his feet, Bane smirked, and headed to his corner, flanked by Cross and Turney. Mimic and Handsome Jimmy Danger had finally broken apart, Mimic heading to his corner, but the impetuous Danger dove back into the ring, charging the three NWA wrestlers!) (Realizing halfway there that he had no backup, Danger skidded to a stop, eyes widening for a moment, and he quickly backpedaled. Twisted had managed to get back to the corner, limping, after falling over the top rope, almost directly on his knee, and as Danger slid out of the ring, his hand smacked Twisted on the shoulder.) AS: “I like that. Jimmy Danger realized that it was about to be four on one, so he decided that he’d let one of his tag partners be the first one really into the ring.” (Twisted sighed, and as Tyler Cross came into the ring, Twisted slowly pulled himself up onto the apron. Cross sauntered over towards Twisted, a grin growing on his lips, and so, Twisted shook his head… and springboarded to the top, leaping off. Cross’s eyes widened as Twisted secured an arm across Cross’s chest, and kicked his legs forward, spinning the two around, Cross’s face bouncing off the mat.) AS: “DAMN! I don’t even know what to call that!” DDK: “Impressed even your bitter soul, eh? I’d say that’s a… Tornado reverse STO?” AS: “All I know is, Cross has little birds fluttering around his head. I can see ‘em.” (Twisted began to push himself up, smirking, as he wiped at his upper lip. Eyes flicked to the rest of Team NWA, and he grinned, inclining an eyebrow. Mimic, standing on the apron, snarled some, beckoning Twisted on. Not an idiot, Twisted just turned back to Cross, and began to lay the boots in.) DDK: “Twisted lifting Cross up, and I think he’s gonna try to isolate Cross, keep him from getting to his teammates, here.” AS: “Really? Not like, y’know, that’s how you win tag matches.” DDK: “You’re just a kind and thoughtful soul, aren’t you, Angus?” (Cross came running across the ring, only to be hit by a flying Twisted, cross body blocking the NWA superstar. Coming up to his knees, Twisted smirked, and turned, slapping Inferno’s hand, to tag in his compatriot.) (Inferno came in, as Cross began to push himself up, and it was real easy for Inferno to almost trip himself up, charging forward to crack a foot into Cross’s side, sending the smaller man tumbling to the ground, back-first. Using his much greater size and power to his advantage, Inferno began to lay in the stomps, working Cross over like he was a gimp.) DDK: “If Cross can’t get to his feet here, and try to mount some type of comeback, this is going to be a very quick match. Inferno has never been known to go easy on anyone!” (Inferno helped Cross up to his feet, only to scoop him up, over a shoulder, like Cross was a child, or a scrap of lumber. Dropping to a knee, Inferno brings Cross down, spine-first, across his knee, and Cross drops to the mat, back arched, a hand clapped to the hurt area in agony.) DDK: “Backbreaker! Inferno wants to make sure Cross can’t surprise him and use any big moves!” AS: “Thought that up all by yourself? If you’re in a fight, and your back is in agony, you’re pretty much out of the fight.” DDK: “…Thanks.” (Inferno helped Cross back up once more, only to whip him to the ropes. Cross stumbled across the ring, rebounding off the ropes, and ran right into inferno’s outstretched boot. Or… almost did. Cross dove to his back, sliding under the boot, and as Inferno stepped forward, surprised that he missed the boot, Cross got the chance to force himself back to his feet. Inferno had barely gotten turned around, before Cross leapt up, grabbing Inferno around the neck, knees pressed to Inferno’s chest. With the extra weight on his chest, Inferno fell forward, Cross kicking his legs out, sending Inferno crashing to the mat, near a neutral corner.) DDK: “Monkey flip!” AS: “Cross needs to press his advantage RIGHT NOW RIGHT THE FUCK NOW or Inferno’s gonna come back and whoop his ass!” (Inferno came to his feet pretty quickly, shocked as hell. It was even more shocking to the AWA superstar when Cross spun in the air, foot cracking into his face. With Inferno downed from the spinning heel kick, Cross landed, and began to crawl for his corner, his back aching from the huge backbreaker.) AS: “I think I see a fan holding up a HOT TAG sign.” DDK: “Possibly, but CROSS TAGS IN MIMIC!” (In came Mimic, with absolutely no fear about the bigger man. Inferno came up, and Mimic put him right back down with an overhead release belly-to-belly. Inferno crashed to the mat in a heap, as Twisted hopped the top rope, going after Mimic. Things tend to devolve from this point, and Turney came in as well, leaving Matthews and Thomas Bane as the only members of their team not in the ring. Snap suplex on Twisted from Mimic, Cross coming off the top rope, legs wrapping around Danger’s neck. Danger stumbled forward some, and Cross and Danger went tumbling to the floor, right over the top rope.) DDK: “Things are breaking down, Angus!” AS: “I love it.” (Mimic decided that now would be a good time to open a school. And his first pupil would be Inferno. Suplexes were the lesson of the day, Thomas Bane just grinning, as Mimic went to work with a page from his book. Snap, head-and-arm, and then a Fisherman’s, arching the back, for the pin attempt.) (The ref slid in.) One. Two. Th… (A flying Matthews came off the top, legs crashing across Mimic’s stomach with a huge legdrop off the top, breaking the pin. Mimic doubled over, letting go of Inferno. Matthews smirked, and grabbed ahold of Inferno’s leg, dragging him over to the ring corner, and stepping out onto the apron. It was to a huge pop, and quite a wide grin, that Matthews bent down, tagging himself in.) DDK: “HERE COMES RYAN MATTHEWS!” (Mimic caught a kick to the face, and Matthews began to pound away on the fallen man, hammering him over and over with stomps. Scooping Mimic up, Matthews placed Mimic on his feet, wrapping his arms around Mimic’s waist. Lifting Mimic up, Matthews spun the smaller man around and dropped to a sitting position, slamming Mimic spinefirst to the mat with a ring-shaking powerbomb!) (Matthews grinned, helping Mimic up, and shoving him into a neutral corner. Boots began to stomp into Mimic’s stomach, over and over, hammering Mimic over and over and over. Stepping back, crossing the ring, Matthews turned back to Mimic, thumbing his nose. He charged, using the turnbuckle behind Mimic as a wall, to keep Mimic there, and to help Matthews’ impact some. Knee lifted, and Matthews leapt, slamming his knee into Mimic’s temple.) DDK: “TURNBUCKLE-ASSISTED SHINING WIZARD!” AS: “Matthews taking a page out of the book of one of the most successful wrestlers in the company!” (Matthews grabbed Mimic and pulled him close, hooking first one arm, and then the other, setting him up for that vicious chickenwing brainbuster Matthews liked so much. Taking a step back, Matthews hefted Mimic up, holding him straight upward, so there would be no covering up for Mimic. However, Mimic really liked having his vertebrae uncompacted, and began to kick his legs.) DDK: “Mimic trying to slip out of that Brainbuster…” (Somehow, Mimic managed to jackknife, and get his feet on the ground. One arm went around Matthews’ waist, and Mimic arched his back, hurling the Anathema overhead, dropping Matthews square on his back, for a northern lights suplex. Digging his feet into the mat, Mimic lunged across the ring, slapping the hand of the man yet to come in, the captain of team NWA, Thomas Bane.) AS: “Pfeh. Coward. Mimic could’ve real easy beaten on Matthews himself for a while.” DDK: “But, Mimic was tired, and one good blow to the head away from the AWA team regaining control. Now, a fresh man is in, and team NWA has the advantage!” (Bane grinned, dry-washing his hands, as he stepped over to Matthews, and hammered a boot between Matthews’ shoulderblades. Helping Matthews up, Bane began to hammer forearms into the Anathema’s chest, over and over and over. Bane shoved Matthews into the corner, and, taking a few steps back, charged in, slamming his entire body into Ryan’s.) (A drop toe hold later, and Matthews was on his belly, Bane hooking Matthew’s leg with his own. Coming down to lie on Matthews’ back, Bane wrapped his arm around Matthews’ neck, hooking in his Bane of Your Existance!) DDK: “STF! STF! Team AWA is jumping into the ring to break it up!” (Twisted AND Inferno both slam a boot into Bane’s head, breaking up the STF, as Mimic, Turney, and Cross all rush the ring as well. Twisted and Danger, as well as Mimic and Cross, all end up brawling to the outside, leaving Danger and Matthews, Turney and Bane. Matthews was still on his belly, so as Turney dropped Danger with a clothesline, Bane stood, and scooped Danger back up, helping Danger to his feet.) (Danger was lifted, and dropped down, across Bane’s knee, with a backbreaker, and held there. Turney went to the turnbuckle, and climbed up to the top, as Bane held Danger across his knee. Coming off the top, Turney extended a leg, dropping it directly across Danger’s throat, the two crashing to the mat together.) DDK: “Aided guillotine legdrop! It’s down to Matthews, as Danger’s GOTTA be out after that!” AS: “This doesn’t look good at all for team AWA!” (Matthews was pulling himself up using the ring ropes, and as Bane stepped over to him, Matthews fired off a snap jab, hammering Bane in the jaw with it. Coming fully to his feet, Matthews took a step forward, firing off another, and another. Matthews didn’t see Turney crouched behind him, waiting for Matthews to turn around, though…) DDK: “Turney’s got the full nelson on Matthews!” AS: “Bane’s lookin’ to soften up that chest with something…” DDK: “Running elbow to the chest, and Matthews with the Dragon Suplex! Matthews is down!” (And bane was going up. Climbing to the top rope, Bane perched precariously on the top, as Twisted bounced Cross’s head off the steel ring steps, and dove into the ring to try and stop Bane. However, Turney was still running interference, so as Twisted slid into the ring, Turney caught him, and dropped him with an arm wrapped around his throat, a VICIOUS lariat.) DDK: “Bane’s standing… He’s going for that Old School!” (The entire ring shook as Bane landed, elbow-first, onto Matthews, hooking the leg. The ref slid in.) (One. Two. Three.) DDK: “TEAM NWA ADVANCES! TEAM NWA ADVANCES!” AS: “Team AWA’s hopes have been shattered, and it looks like there’s a decent chance that Team NWA might just take the whole damn thing!” DDK: “They’ve still got to go through two other teams, Angus, so don’t count them as the champs just yet!” (The ref raised Bane and Turney’s hands, as Cross and Mimic slid back in, the Rolling Stones blasting over the house speakers.) Announcer: “YEEEEEER WIIIIIINAAAAAAHS… AND ADVANCING TO ROUND TWO… TEEEEEEEAM NWAAAAAA!”
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* Coming onto the screen you see "February 11th, 2005" come up in blood red as then after that the words " TSW Turmoil" comes up as the now closed down region of the WfWA still gets a cheer from the crowd as we go to a clip of that event where the reigning WWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Champions TCW defended the belts vs. the regions number 1 contenders Honor Bound in a Steel Cage match. [X is full steam as he whips Melly into the ropes…] __CRRRUUUUUUUUUNCHHHHH__ HUUUUUGE SPEAR!!! Dumas: Oh my GOD. Dunwoody: I think Melly’s body folded in half with that! [King X slams Melly into the cage for good measure, and turns just in time to duck a big clothesline attempt by Joey Average.] Rippenhaus: OOOH NOOOO!!!! Dumas: KING’S MOVE!! [It isn’t!] [IT IS!!] [Average gets flipped up and DRILLED into the mat…] KIIIIINNNNGGGGSSS MOOOOOOOVVVEEEE!!!!! [Pop for the cover!] 1.... 2… [Maybe?] [Could it be?] [Commercial break again??] [Just kidding.] [Mikey’s amazing.] [Everyone loves him.] THREE!!!!! [Ding Ding Ding!] Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, your NEW World Wrestling Alliance Tag Team Champions……HONOR BOUND!!!!! Dan: NEW CHAMPS!!! NEW CHAMPS!!! KING X AND RJ HARRIS BRING WWA GOLD TO TSW!!!! * The scene fades as when we come into view we are backstage at Summer Games with "The HarKore Warrior" King X as well as his Mistress of Justice Queen Viper have made a un announced visit to the Pay Per View. King X: That was the biggest moment of my WWA career & now almost a year after I last wrestled inside this Alliance I am back to once again claim the belt that I held proudly with RJ Harris for almost 4 months in 2005. This time a new partner shall stand with me from the AWA & we will bring home that gold be it around the waist of WWA legends CJ Rowels & Mike Lennox when we get our match or somebody else matters not. What matters is that I will bring glory & honor to the AWA like it has never seen before but I will earn my shot by first winning the AWA Tag Team Heavyweight Championship Titles. Unnatural Disaster or The Headliners the winner of this upcoming match does not matter as justice always prevails as finally the man that Vinny Mara once dubbed the hardest working man in the WWA with the best Global record in the history of that show has returned & to all whom get in my way my End Point awaits you. * The masked man with his lovely but deadly wife fade out of view as we get back to the arena to our announce team.
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[The Steel-Drivin' Man himself sat in his locker-room. It was hard to tell what he was feeling, so close to being at the summit, at the top of the mountain. Anxiety, of course. Anger was certainly a factor, given the recent circumstances between himself and the World Champion. John Henry was looking down at one of his big, meaty paws when a solid knocking came at the door.] "Ah wunder who dat is..." he mumbled to himself, walking to the door. [Opening the door, he couldn't have been more surprised to see probably the only man who's ever given him a powerbomb in his lifetime.] [Victor Mandrake.] "Hello, Johnathan." [A big, open smile appeared on John's lips, as he beheld just who it was. A feller who ain't never done him no wrong, except for the sledgehammer John gave Victor, and the powerbomb Vic gave to John...] "Well, Ah kin't say dat Ah wuz eckspectin' t' see yeh, Victuh... But seein' as Ah dowbt yew gon' try t' beat m' ass... It be nahs t' see yuh." [Victor grinned, a glint in his icy blue eyes seemingly a little off.] "You as well," Victor said, returning the polite gesture. "Indeed, I have not come to harm you. Rather, I have come as a sort of, shall we say, counselor in these undoubtedly anxious times." "Ah 'preciate dat." [John nodded, stepping aside, extending a hand inward.] "Why doan' yeh come in an' sit fo' a spell?" "Don't mind if I do," Victor said, proceeding in. [Diablo walked in, taking in the surroundings. He thought to himself that the space was a little cramped for a man that was as big as John Henry, but then again, Henry was used to less then humble accommodations.] "Let's get this out of the way," Mandrake said. "As far as I'm concerned, you and I are even. A sledgehammer shot for a powerbomb seems like an even exchange, especially given your remorse and how you were led astray by Eric Dane." "Ah feel it dun be set'l'd. Yew go 'hayd an' shake m' han'..." [A big paw was offered. Mandrake might be the only person around whose hand wouldn't be engulfed in the hugeosity of it.] "An' we be even." [A firm nod, as John let the door swing shut.] [Victor took John's hand, shaking it firmly as a sign of his accordance.] "Very good then," Mandrake said. "Now that that's settled, let's discuss tonight." [A brief pause.] "A terrible thing you've gotten yourself into, Johnathan. Betrayal by a seemingly good ally and friend, World Title's on the line on the biggest stage in the world of our profession, all seemingly orchestrated and calculated by your very opponent, Ryan Blasier. Tell me John, how do you plan to win this match?" "Dat be th' t'ing. Ah 'lready dun tawk'd t' Mike Bell... He dun put sum mo' conf'dins in meh den Ah dun hayd in a whal'... But Ah ain't nevuh trust'd Blayseyuh. Ah jes' thawt he wuz gon' be a mayuhn o' 'is wo'd." [A shrug, and a regretful shake of his head.] "So... Ah's gon' go out they, an' Ah's not gon' try t' out'rastle 'im... Ah's gon knock him dahn, Ah's gon' beat 'is legs an' back, an' Ah's gon' ht Blayseyuh 'til 'e dun stays down fo' th' t'ree." [Victor laughed.] "That's what I admire most about you, John Henry. Throughout everything that this world has thrown at you, you still maintain a childlike innocence and naivete that I could only dream of re-capturing. Don't take that as an insult, by any means, just chalk it up to a lesson learned." [He paused briefly.] "However, it's going to take more then a pep-talk from Mike Bell and simply cutting the legs out from Blasier to win the World Title." "Iffen Ah's not coreckt... Den dat be why Ah dun spe't th' las' week clamberin' up sheah rock fays's, runnin' mahls, luhnin' Yogi... Er... Yoga...'rastlin' allegaytuhs, liftin' weights fo' howuhs..." [John blinked a bit, as he ticked things off on his fingers.] "As well as othuh t'ings. But trainin' m' bawdy 'side... Wut do yew t'ink Ah needs t' win th' Worl' Tahtl?" "It's quite simple, really," Victor said. "Deep down inside of you, Henry, there's a beast. It's only come out rarely, but I know it's there. You know it's there. I saw it emerge when Blasier hit you over the head with that chair. Blasier fears that beast, Johnathan, he fears it so much that he tries to destroy it before it has a chance to take away the thing which he holds most dear." "There's only one thing stopping it." [Victor placed a finger on John's head.] "Your conscience. Your innocence. While it is the thing I most admire, it does severely limit your true potential in the ring. Forget what Mike Bell said. Bell doesn't have what it takes to be World Champion anymore. That's why I beat him when defending that same belt against him. But you, John, you have it. You have the heart. But most of all, you have the animosity. You repress it because of your guilt, you deny it because of your fear. You want to become World Champion? You have to let all of that go and become the one thing that they all fear." "Not John Henry the Steel Drivin' Man." "John Henry the beast." "The same John Henry who destroyed those KKK members for what they did to your father. The same John Henry who showed no mercy as the racist begged and pleaded on his knees. The same John Henry that awoke when that steel rung cleanly against your skull." "That's what you need, dear friend. That's who you need to be to win that title." [It was a long silence before John replied, but he nodded slowly, his hand stroking his chin gently.] "Ah ain't nevuh gon' be able t' let m' anguh out kumpleetly... But Ah cain't keep 't hidd'n 'way. Not dis tahm." [John sighed softly, looking down, hands on his hips.] "Dat wuz one o' th' reesuns Ah dun tried t' keep Blayseeyuh frum tryin' t' soffen me up sum befo' th' match. Ah ain't gon' be able t' keep frum smackin' dat boy 'roun', aftuh wut 'e did..." "Then don't," Victor said. "Show him that it was a mistake crossing you. Make him see that grazing that chair across your brow was the worst thing that he could have ever done. Go after him full force. Don't even concentrate on the belt. Concentrate on him, concentrate on what he did to you, on what all the people in the world did to you, and realize that this title is what you deserve. This recognition is what you need to show the world that you can rise above it all and claim yourself as King. All kings must be as feared as they are revered, and this is where you must let your anger out." "Make an example out of Blasier, and I promise you that you will be uncontended on top of your throne." "Heh. Ah ain't nevuh thot o' m'se'f as a King..." [Thumb and index pinched his chin some, as he nodded.] "All hail King Henry..." [John nodded.] "But... See, Blayseeyuh dun did wut alla th' t'ings th' peepul Ah dun show'd up down Souf dun, an' becuz o' jealusy, an' not wantin' sum uppity nigguh t' show dem up, dey's try t' hu't me..." [John's eyes cast downward, voice losing some of his cheerfulness.] "Try t' get John Henry t' not be able t' wo'k they, so dey kud look good fo' th' boss. Lahk Blayseeyuh trah'd t' knock m' ass owt, an' keep me frum bein' able t' 'rastle t'night..." "And that is exactly why you need to go into that ring tonight and show them who they're dealing with," Victor said. "This is beyond the South, this is beyond the United States. This is worldwide recognition, John. This is your chance to make all your enemies nightmares come true. This is your chance to show them all why you deserve to be where you are now." [Victor placed a hand on Henry's shoulder.] "It starts tonight, John. It starts with the downfall of the Blasier regime and the rise of King Henry the Great."
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Summer Games Round 1 Match Team FREAKSHOW [AFW] vs Team KINGPro [KINGPro] *************************************************************** Angus Skaaland: "Well this match certainly has sleeper written all over it." DDK: "I agree this could be one of the big surprises of the night" Angus Skaaland: "No, I mean sleeper as in I should get a lounge chair, and go to sleep." DDK: "I don't know about that I mean these KingPro guys I have seen their videos they all seem pretty awesome." Angus Skaaland: "Stop it! I predict both teams lose by virtue of the simply appalling lack of talent between the two of them." DDK: "Uh." Angus Skaaland: "Yeah lets get to someone that actually has talent lets go to Scarlett Johansson" [The camera zoom over to the ring where the lovely Miss Scarlett Johansson is standing mic in hand.] Scarlett Johansson: "Ladies and Gentlemen! The following match is a First Round! Summer Games Match! It is first fall to win it all." CROWD POPS FOR ONE FALL TO WIN Scarlett Johansson: "Introducing first, coming to by way of Washington D.C. TEAM KingPro!!!" [On the tron, a picture of a huge, purple, evil jester face appears. An explosion sound can be heard, and the] [picture is replaced by a massive clay golem. The song "Clayman" by In Flames begins to play. As its playing, ] [Anders rushes into the arena with red pyro going off on both sides off him. He has both his hands open, and raised] [up high and to the side. Anders walks in a very nonchalant manner. His expressionless face makes it hard to tell] [what Anders is thinking, or even what emotions might be running through his system, as if he were some kind of robot.] [Duran's face all of a sudden morphs into one of great enthusiasm. Anders screams "YEA!", does a quick headbang, and begins to stomp to the ring, trying to stir up the crowd as much as he possibly can. And with the last words of the lyrics a huge explosion sound is heard again as the music continues. Finally Anders leaps over the ropes and begins to take a look at the audience with focused eyes, surveying the crowd as he walks around the ring.] DDK: "Where the hell is the rest of Team KingPro?" Angus Skaaland: "I have no idea." [Scarlett Johansson looks around a bit, and Anders look confused as well.] Scarlett Johansson: "Team KingPro!" ["What's New Pussy Cat? What's New Pussy Cat Whoa WwWHoa" Tom Jones sings as "Whats New Pussy Cat?" beings to play over the PA system as Maldito, and Paul Cashaw slowly make their way down to the ring.] Angus Skaaland: "Ha!" : "Well now I know why Anders wanted to come down to the ring by himself." Angus Skaaland: "This might have been the saddest thing I have ever seen in professional wrestling." Scarlett Johansson: "And their opponents! Representing WWA: Alabama." MAJOR POPAGE FOR THE FREAKS! Scarlett Johansson: "Team Freak Show!" [The feet tapping sounds of Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" sweeps through the arena as all the country bumkins in attendance starts singing along. Old Man Jimbo comes out cover his eyes from the flashes, while Cowboy, and Harry Blue stroll out in awe over the crowd. The Hellbilly follows them out with a sack slung over his shoulder, and the crowd is visible displeased with the odor coming from the Hellbilly.] DDK: "Oh my god I can smell that from up here." Angus Skaaland: "That is disgusting, you know the World Wrestling Alliance is in trouble when we allow an organization like the AFW in Summer Games." [Anders Duran wastes no times and runs at the ropes vaulting over them and taking out Harry Blue, and Cowboy with a flying body. Old Man Jimbo runs over to help but Anders plants a boot in his gut, and then body slams him into the railing. Scarlett Johansson flees the ring as the Hellbilly throws his bag into it.] Angus Skaaland: "Run Scarlett!" DDK: "That stinks!" [The bag hits the mat right in front of Paul Cashsaw and Maldito, and what looks to be a half chewed raccoon, and a headless squirrel both cover in dried blood roll out of the bag.] DDK: "Ugh!" [DDK vomits right next to the broadcaster's table.] Angus Skaaland: "You pansy!" DDK: "Screw you." [DDK vomits again, Angus is hysterical.] Angus Skaaland: "You little girl!" [Paul and Maldito both back up away from the back and the Hellbilly slides in under the ring, and steps right through the roadkill in the ring. Hellbilly throws the raccoon at Maldito who dodges it by jumping out of the ring, and Hellbilly runs over to punch Paul in the face. Hellbilly knocks Paul into the corner and proceeds to punch, punch, punch, punch, and punch him.] DDK: "I knew this match was going to be nasty." Angus Skaaland: "Stop being a baby this is ratings!" [Outside the ring, Maldito runs up behind Harry Blue just as Anders launches a spinning heel kick at Blue, Cowboy stumbles into Blue taking him down, and Anders plants Maldito right in the jaw with the kick. Maldito stumbles backwards towards the ring when the Hellbilly throws his sack over Maldito's head. Other small pieces of what can only be assumed were animal fall out of the bag, and Maldito turns to run, but only gets as far as the steel ring post.] DDK: "Oh my god! I think, I think I am going to.UGH!" [DDK throws up again as he begins to run to the back, Angus covers his nose, and pulls his chair away.] Angus Skaaland: "Someone get out here and cleaned this up." [Paul Cashsaw tries to sneak up on the Hellbilly but Hellbilly turns around and smiles as Paul revealing the chewed up raw animal flesh in his teeth, Paul is frightened and starts walking backwards until he steps on the raccoon, the squishy corpse causing him to slip. Hellbilly wastes no time and begins to punch Paul in the face.] Angus Skaaland: "You know here I was thinking that this match was going to be terrible when really this is the perfect match for such a low-brow southern audience." [Outside the ring Ander Duran grabs old man Jimbo and Harry Blue, and then proceeds to DDT both of them at the same time onto the exposed concrete. Cowboy tries to sneak up on him but he trips over the unconscious Maldito, Ander catches him and tosses him into the ring.] Angus Skaaland: "Wow, people in a ring!" [Paul Cashsaw is throwing his feet wildly like a little girl as he finally gets up from to his feet; he is covered in raccoon entrails and trying to wipe him himself off when the Hellbilly lets out a scream and charges straight at him spearing him through the middle ropes. While this was happening Ander Duran had climbed the ropes.] Angus Skaaland: "Oh the Gore right through the ropes." Angus Skaaland (in a girle voice pretending to be DDK): "Oh I don't like violence because I am a little girl my name is Darren wah wah wah." [Ander leaps off the top ropes!] FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! [THE REVELATION!] Angus Skaaland: "He nailed that missile dropkick!" Angus Skaaland (in a girle voice pretending to be DDK): "Missile drop kick my name is Darren wah wah wah I am a little girl." [Anders hook the leg for the pin.] ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! ["Clayman" by In Flames begins to play.] Scarlett Johansson: "The winners of this match TEAM KINGPRO!!!" [Anders celebrates by himself in the ring, as he look outside Hellbilly is still punch, punch, and punching Paul Cashsaw, and Maldito is still unconscious in the bag of road kill.] Angus Skaaland: "What a clusterfuck!" Angus Skaaland (in a girle voice pretending to be DDK): "Wah wah wah my name is Darren I don't like the word fuck because I am a little girl."
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[We cut up into the ring where Vinny Mara, and former WWA Executive Jen Caserta are standing. Vinny is holding that steel briefcase that Jen has been totting around for the last week. Jen stands in the center of the ring with a mic in her hand.] Jen Caserta: “I know you are all happy to see me.” [The “Jens-A-Whore” chant starts, as Jen stares dagger out at the crowd, and Vinny screams at them.] Jen Caserta: “Shut up and go f(bleep) your sisters you stupid rednecks.” [Vinny laughs as the crowd jeers!] Jen Caserta: “If you guys are done though I have major news. September 10th 2006, Live from Olympic Sports Hall in Athens, Greece…” [Insert Dramatic Pause] Jen Caserta: “GTC: Presents The Global Cup 2006!” [Major she might be a bitch but I WANT MY GLOBAL BACK POPPAGE!] Jen Caserta: “That’s right the GTC is bringing you Global Cup 2006!” [Still more poppage.] Jen Caserta: “But the good news doesn’t stop there.” [Jen smirks.] Jen Caserta: “When I started Global I introduced a Television title it was only held by the best, and defend on a regular basis. This belt gained some much prestige the WWA recognized it as a alliance wide title the World Television title.” [Jen signals to Mara as he brings over the case.] Jen Caserta: “I have found and individual who deserves an honor such as this, I have found an individual who has earned it, a man who in reality already won, and never lost it.” [Jen pops the briefcase, and raises the WWA National Title Belt in the air.] Jen Caserta: “Look familiar.” [HOLY SHIT POPPPAGE!] Jen Caserta: “I personally stripped this belt off of Jon Smith, but as you all know the WWA doesn’t recognize this belt anymore, so I give you the GTC Touring Championship!” [Jen lifts the belt up in the air for all to see as Vinny stands behind her clapping.] Jen Caserta: “An now I give you your new GTC Touring Champion, a man who never lost the ‘National’ title in the first place…” [Another dramatic pause.] Jen Caserta: “Darius! Leonidas!” [The lights dim themselves as the keys of a piano begin to serenade the audience. From nothing at all to loud, some indistinct sound that’s almost wind-like starts out in bursts almost like drums and then ends up being just a long wind noise until the harsh distorted sound of Nine Inch Nails self-defining guitars along with a drum line comes in to kick off their song, ‘Everyday Is Exactly The Same’.] I believe I can see the future# Cause I repeat the same routine # I think I used to have a purpose # But then again # That might have been a dream # [Onto the ramp way while Trent Renzors gruff voice spouts off the words to the song comes Darius Leonidas, nonchalantly as usual. Short hair, scruffy bearded, black shirt with some random catch phrase on the front, reading ‘Mediterranean Contraband’ on the back, some black cargo pants, and some of those skateboard brand of Nike shoes also black with yellow Nike checks. Hands inside his pockets, no pyrotechnics, no flashy light show, no puns intended, he begins walking down the ramp lazily with a huge grin on his face.] I think I used to have a voice # Now I never make a sound # I just do what I've been told # I really don't want them to come around # Oh, no [The fans give him a mixed reaction as he doesn’t even register their presents with him staring all around at everything he can taking the supposed enormity of what is Summer Games in. The song he’s coming out to is reminiscent of everyone’s current downplay on how Leonidas’ career is going. Darius sees it quite to opposite.] Every day is exactly the same # Every day is exactly the same # There is no love here and there is no pain # Every day is exactly the same # [The Greek Physique pulls his huge gold ring incrusted hands from his pockets and launches himself onto the ring apron, and shoots himself over the top ropes and onto the second turn buckle. Showing his size is not an option over agility. Here he holds up the peace sign sort of like Micheal Jackson does, Darius walks over and embraces Jen with a hug and shakes his good friend Vinny’s hand. Jen Caserta hands Darius what has been announced as her Global Touring Company’s highest prize. The gold and jewel plated GTC Touring championship title. Derived from the prestige and prowess that was also held in the WWA ‘National’ title. A championship that was fought for and showcased on Global when it was a worldwide WWA event. Jen hands Darius her microphone.] [Darius taking spit from his mouth dabs it under his eyes to emulate himself to be ‘tearing up’.] Darius: “Wow guys, this.. This right here. It’s a great honor.” [Darius burying his head into his hands begins to fake cry. A joy filled fake cry. Vinny pats him on the back mumbling something that looks like ‘It’s alright man’. Darius suddenly gains composure. Darius turns toward Vinny and Jen.] Darius: “This means a lot to me guys. That two of the worlds most talented people, whether it be in the entertainment realm or the business realm, would pick me over everyone in the WWA to be the first to hold this belt..” Darius: “But obviously I was the best choice over any of Summer-Games so called talent, which really consist of a bunch of hack-job, botch worthy peasants. That is of course excluding Vinny Mara’s spot in the Summer Games tournament. I’m sure he’ll win, regardless of whether it burns people up inside.. “ [Darius shrugs. Think Zotto. Yes we will continue to use the fact that people got burnt by us in a ring one WMW show long ago.] Darius: This title right here. Look at it. It represents all of the hardships I’ve gone through while working for this company. One I remember awhile back that was a real injustice to me and the things I’ve earned in the past. Once upon a time I was striped of a title similar to this one, also referred to as the National championship. It was a real travesty, the masses booed the WWA, much as they must have been tonight with some of the garbage booking being promoted at such a huge event. [Darius licked his lips, draping the title over his shoulder.] Darius: “Sure they thought it was in the company and my best interest to be vacated of the title, especially when I was receiving a WWA World Heavyweight title shot. Which undoubtedly I won.” [Darius drops down to his knees looking toward the entrance.] Darius: “I bet our WWA boss remembers this night just as I do.. Don’t you remember Mister Ryan Corey? I went kinda like this..” [Darius slaps the mat three times, then jumps up raising his arms into the air happily.] Darius: “..AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!” [Darius grins.] Darius: “So how’s that desk job going? Whatever, that isn’t the point of this is it? No. The point is, a championship just like this one was taken away from me long ago, wrongfully! To my better judgment, World Heavyweight title shot or not, it shouldn’t have left my grasp. I didn’t lose it, so therefore it wasn’t there’s to take. Company policy bullshit is all it was, they told me. It was the proper way of doing business they told me. BULLSHIT.” [Darius snarls into the microphone.] Darius: “It’s what I call conspiracy. It was the WWA plotting my downfall. Even though I was just a replacement at first for WWA’s failure to get what they wanted to be booked earlier. Regardless though, I went on to become the youngest WWA World Heavyweight champion ever. I was a newness to the company they didn’t want, couldn’t handle. Because they knew I wouldn’t be controlled by they’re ever present political grip on the company..” [He shakes his head dejectedly.] Darius: “So I went from golden child to nothing in a month’s time. Which let the mill be told wasn’t my doing. I had to fight to find stardom again, and I did, and still am.” [He points at the GTC Touring title.] Darius: “This is the ticket right here!” [pause.] Darius: “After the National title was taken from me. It was put into a tournament on what was global, where you saw a bunch of no talent hacks fight for and win. Jon Smith was the first replacement to what I originally made the National title.” [He puts a thumb down.] Darius: “Then came the WWA TV title and WWA National title merger. WHERE you saw a bunch.. of no talent hacks.. fight for and finally one of them won. Can someone say lackluster?” [He turns back to Vinny and Jen.] Darius: “Global was build to succeed and while it did, not to the extent everyone imaged it could. Right here. Tonight. Is where you finally get to see that succession.” [He turns toward the crowd one last time.] Darius: “Any non-believers?” [EXCESSIVE AMOUNTS OF HEEL HEAT!!] Darius: “No matter, you see who the money was put upon. F(bleep)k you!” [He drops the microphone and poses beside Vinny and Jen, and god said build the greatest touring promotion ever, and so GTC was born.]
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Summer Games Round 1 Match Team BadAss [BACW] vs Team Summit [WMW] *************************************************************** AS: Man, that last match was painful to watch but thankfully we got some real talent coming up next and about damn time too. DDK: You mean the match that puts Team Summit and Team Bad Ass against each other, Angus? AS: *rolls his eyes* No, I mean Team Bayou against Team Sadistic. Of course I mean Summit and Bad Ass..and speaking of a**s.. (Scarlet Johansson is back in the ring and brings the mic up as the crowds at ringside die down a little) Scarlet: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, the following Summer Games is scheduled for one fall. Introducing team number one! [Through the speaker comes the voice of Mr. Batee as he says, “Enjoy the Brutality!” Then busting through the speakers comes ”Killing is my Business” by Megadeth as Team Bad Ass make their way through the curtain, out first is The Spectre dressed in purple and accompanied by his pet Hyena Johnny. The rest of his team follow behind him cautiously looking out for Johnny. On the left Sam Natas has his weapon of choice Sledge in his hand, his newly won Ewrestling.org title proudly around his waist and the letters BACW proudly across his chest in white letters on his black t-shirt. On the right is Ric Righteous dressed in a long red hooded robe, with his BACW Heavyweight Championship in his right hand as he looks at the crowd with utter distain for each and every one of them. In the center the walking wounded, Lee Riel, dressed in his Canadian Maple Leaf tights and a BACW t-shirt. The entire team make their way to the ring too a very mixed reaction being the new kids in town, no pyro, lights or fanfare needed, tonight it’s all about business.] Scarlet: Introducing weighing in at a total combined weight of one thousand and eighty nine pounds, representing BACW, Ric Righteous, Sam Natas, The Spectre and Lee Riel…Team Bad Ass! [The arena darkens.] [A faint humming can be heard in the background briefly, but it's replaced by some foreground noise.] [Sound bytes with accompanying video bytes, coming at us fast and furious, one after the other.] [First up, a shot of Benner & Demarco, the White Mountain announcer's team.] Michael Benner: Welcome everyone to White Mountain Wrestling [Our next shot, Jimmy Riley plastering Shawn Hilliard with his brainbuster finisher.] Frankie DeMarco: Holy crap. That was sick. Michael Benner: He calls that the Ego Check! [Flash. This time, we see El Tormenta, setting up and hitting a Vertebreaker on his opponent, Christopher Addiction.] Frankie DeMarco: Triturador De las Vértebras! [POP!] [And another: to the "Zotto thing". Mara turns around and picks up a super soaker and drenchs the ring, and the ring apron with it.] Michael Benner: “Do you smell that?” Frankie DeMarco: “Kind of smells like gasoline.” Michael Benner: “Holy shit, he is using gasoline!” [And another. Light spearing Reno Dumont through the ropes and to the floor.] Michael Benner: What a move by The Last Nighthawk! Frankie DeMarco: Wow, just wow. Michael Benner: “Christian Light was impressive" [And one final clip, zoomed in on Michael Benner up close.] Benner: "Welcome to the flagship of this alliance." [White spotlights flash and move through the crowd. "Unlease Hell" by Norther plays over the loudspeakers, and out walks Team Summit, together. The Last Nighthawk is shirtless, dressed in his usual blue and white wrestling trunks with the letters RTD written down the outside of each leg. El Tormenta's got navy blue trunks with a gray cloud and a lightning bolt on the front, navy blue boots with the same logo on them, and a navy mask with the logo on either side of the head. Vinna Mara is in a pair of Carolina blue basket ball shorts with no shirt and is accompanied by Jen Caserta who is sporting a black Gucci min skirt, and Vinny's Jordan NC Jersey. And The Star of The Show is wearing a white jersey with an image of a mountain on the front with “J. Riley” on the back and dark blue tights with “WMW” on the back.] [The four men walk down the aisle, as a unit. Light and Tormenta each walk down the aisle on one side, slapping as many hands on their side as they can. Vinny and Jen walk down the aisle, probably talking up some last minute strategy. Riley is a picture of focus, not taking his eyes off of the ring. They all reach the ring together, and they all enter together. Jen remains on the floor.] [Each man takes one corner, standing up on the middle turnbuckle. Light and Tormenta raise both hands high in the air. Riley raises one hand in the air. Vinny Mara has a sick smile on his face. But before any member of Team Summit can do anything, they are each jumped from behind by members of Team Bad Ass, which causes Scarlet to leave the ring quickly] Scarlet: And introducing, at a total combined weight of Nine Hundred and forty three pounds, the team of the Vinny Mara, Jimmy Riley, The Merrimack River champion Ryan Storm and the "Last Nighthawk" Christain Light...TEAM SUMMIT!! AS: HAHAHAH, I knew it! I knew this wasn't going to be just any run of the mill wuss match! DDK: I don't believe it, Team Bad Ass has taken the early advantage over Team Summit by jumping them before the intros where done and Miss Johansson had a chance to get out of the ring! (Team Bad Ass manages to get all of White Mountain's team with the expection of Ryan Storm out of the ring and start to beat him down in the middle of the ring as the ref attempts to restore some semblence of order. As the members of Storm's team move to their spots on the outside while Team Bad Ass does the same which leaves only Storm and Ric Righteous, with Ric locking on a pretty strong armbar on Storm's left shoulder before he yanks the smaller wrestler up to his feet and cinches in a german suplex and hits it but doesn't let go but instead pulls both men back up and hits another one and then repeats it for a third time, driving Storm over to his team's corner as the big man quickly tags in Riel.) DDK: Impressive showing by the BACW team as well as a gutsy move in trying to isolate and contain "El Tormenta" who's height and weight makes him the smallest man in this match. AS: Yeah but to put it in simple english for all the trailer trash out there is that out of the entire summit team, Storm's the weak link. (Somehow Tormenta grabs with arm of Riel locking his head and arm with a figure four around his head he pulls back with all his might. Riel reaches across with his free hand, lacing his fingers to relieave the pressure, he gets up to his knee, then up to his feet, pulling Tormenta up with a quick jerk he suplexes him, breaking the hold. Before Riel gets back up to his feet and stomps on the left shoulder of Storm a couple of times before tagging Natas into the ring while holding Storm's left arm up in a painful looking twist which allows Natas to get a stomp in but instead of capitalizing on it, Natas mocks Light and Mara which causes the two to get into the ring but they are quickly met by the ref who doesn't catch Natas and Riel to quickly get in some stiff blows to Storm before the ref turns around and forces Riel to get out of the ring.) AS: See, just like I told you. Ryan Storm is team summit's weak link and he's going to cost them the match and the games. DDK: Unless he manages to tag in one of the other members of his team that is. AS: Not happening, now that Natas has him, you are looking at the end of this match. (Natas whips Storm into a far turnbuckle and then quickly charges in with a full head of steam to try and hit a clothesline when suddenly Storm forces himself to leap towards his team as Natas quickly slams into the turnbuckle hard and is met while Storm tags in the "Exile" himself, Vinny Mara) AS: Oh boy, I think that Natas may have made a real mistake in trying for something like that without making sure that Storm was more out of it first. DDK: It doesn't matter now as Vinny Mara is now in the ring with Natas, Angus. Now we'll see how Natas feels against the "Exile" who's fresh and more than rearing for a fight! (Natas and Vinny start to exchange blows in the corner where Natas had attempted to clothesline Storm and this exchange lasts a few more seconds until Mara dodges a punch, grabs Natas' arm and drags him into an arm bar to the mat and cinches it in tightly before Vinny slowly stands up with the armbar still locked in and then he twists it enough so that Natas goes where Vinny wants him to the middle of the ring before he uses that same pressure to shoot Natas into the far ropes and after the man he ducks under a Mara clothesline but Natas gets caught on the rebound with a spinning spine buster) DDK: Incredible showing by the "Exile" AS: You know, you keep saying that like he's somekind of impressive wrestler or something! DDK: Well, the way that he used the armbar to make the most suicidal member of Team BA go where he want to was pretty effective. AS: BullSH**!! (Mara quickly locks in a crossface but before the ref can get into position to check on Natas, Riel comes off the turnbuckles with a suicide dive right onto Mara and his own teammate!) AS: Now that's how you stop a false advantage by a crappy team. DDK: I would call it a near save but to each his own I guess. (As the ref forces Riel to get out of the ring, Natas uses this to quickly move away from Mara to tag in Specter who quickly enters the ring and quickly locks in a rear choke which he then quickly turns into a inverted facelock ddt which drives Mara's head hard into the mat. Specter then picks up Mara and tosses him back into his corner and motions that he wants Light with a sadistic gleam in his eyes) DDK: Okay, now I know that Specter's lost it. He's actually asking for Christain Light to step into the ring now. AS: Pure insanity or pure genius? I mean specter has got to be in Light's head following that one promo he cut. I mean the bit about the chains and Sara, pure genius for someone who everyone calls bloody nuts! DDK:...yeah, you've done that too Angus. AS: Not saying I did or didn't, just saying that wow. (Mara tags in Light and the two big men of both teams stand toe to toe in the ring and for a couple of seconds, both men are standing there as Specter attempts to psyche Light out even more but the "Last Nighthawk" isn't having it as he starts laying in some pretty stiff knife edged chops to Specter's chest, driving him back with each step) Crowd: WHOO!! Crowd: WHOO!! Crowd: WHOO!! AS: Okay, that's just annoying. Can we get the crowd to stop egging on Light please?! DDK: Come on Angus, they're just backing their wrestler! (After a few chops, Specter starts to return Light's with his own as the two men start a chopfest in the ring) Crowd: WHOO!! Crowd: WHOO!! crowd: WHOOOOOO!!! (Light finally feels shows the madman of BACW that he's had enough by kicking Specter in the stomach and picking him up in a Death Valley Driver which he then drives specter to the mat but instead of letting go, Light instead moves around and picks Specter up again into a Fisherman's Brainbuster and then attempts for a pin) Ref: 1....2...3..NO!! (Once again, a member of Team Bad Ass gets into the ring and once again, it's Lee Riel who stomps on the back of Light's head but before the ref or Riel can do anything, Light is chopping away at the other wrestler and forces him to go over the top rope to the floor as Light then quickly hits a spinning forearm shot for both Righteous and Natas before turning around right into a big boot by Specter who had gotten back to his feet at that point and attempts for his own pin attempt) Ref: 1...2...NO!!! (Specter looks slightly frustrated as he grabs Light by the hair only to get another stiff kick to the other man's stomach and Light quickly turns it into a Muscle Buster in the middle of the ring, makes three quick turns and then drops down, laying out specter before quickly tagging in Ryan Storm who comes charging into the ring and stomping away at the big man before finally trying for a pin but Specter catches Storm by the throat with one big hand before standing up and chokeslamming the smaller Storm hard into the match but Specter kept his grip on Storm and then pulled him back up and drug him over to Team Bad Ass' corner where Specter tagged in Natas before finally letting go of Storm's throat) AS: Now we went from the big man that can to the little man who can't even touch anyone on Team Bad Ass. DDK: Yes but I don't think that you should count Ryan Storm out quite yet, Angus. AS: Too late. (As Natas starts laying the boots to Storm, the camera shows us that Riel is working on his team's turnbuckle cover which he removes at which point he gives Natas a thumbs up geasture.) DDK: What was that all about? AS: Just watch and learn. (Natas then picks up Storm and hits a stungun on Storm into the exposed turnbuckle which promptly busts open the smallest member of Summit's team. Natas then starts laying blow after blow into the bloody gash on Storm's head before the ref makes him stop but before the ref can check on Storm, all three other members of Team Summit charge across the ring and start attacking their opposite numbers which leads to a strong brawl but somehow Jimmy Riley gets Storm back over to his side where he does a quick blind tag on his fellow teammate which the ref sees as Jimmy charges in at Natas to get a little measure of revenge against the other wrestler for the attacks from the beginning of the match) AS: *dripping with sarcasim* Oh look, Little Jimmy Riley is trying to play tough with the big boys. I wonder what will Natas do against "Wrestling's Savior"? DDK: There is no need to be rude, Angus. But you do have to respect the actions of Riley due to the fact that his fellow teammate has been busted wide open due to actions of their opponents. AS: Heh, well see. (Riley charges at Natas and nails him with a yakuza kick and then the two men start to trade blows left and right until finally Natas slips under one of Riley's punches and hits an STO on Riley at which point Natas starts to stomp away at Riley's chest but as the ref sees Riel about to try to get into the ring and is distracted, Riley manages to hit a low blow on Natas which allows Riley to get back up to his feet long enough to quickly tag Light back in as the ref turns and sees this but Natas doesn't as he stands up and when he turns to see what's up, Light charges at him and hits him with an incredible spear!) AS: HOLY SH**!!!! DDK: That spear nearly tore Natas in half!! (Light then stands back up as the various members of Team Summit move as Light waits for Natas to stand up again which earns the BACW wrestler a stiff kick to the gut followed by a front body press that quickly gets changed into a Ace Crusher) DDK: DANGER STRIKE!! AS: NO!! (The other members of Team Summit get ready to move as the ref starts the count) Ref: 1...2....3!!!! *DING, DING* AS: I DON'T F**KING BELEVE IT!! DDK: Team Summit won the match, Angus, and you saw it with your own eyes too. Scarlet: The winners of your match, Team Summit!! (Light stands over the fallen Natas and raises his arms up in victory as the other members of Team Summit congradulate the "Last Night Hawk" on the win)
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[Team Tidal Wave’s locker room is busy.] [There are probably hundreds of people bustling about. It doesn’t resemble a locker room at all. It looks more like the lobby of a hotel during traveling season in the Alps.] [Or something.] [Hordes of beautiful women walk to and fro. Press from all over the world is trying to get last minute thoughts on the events of the evening. Even the Swedes are here. It’s amazing.] [And in the corner, away from it all, sits one Brian Fisher. He glances slowly around the room—to Tyson DeBough talking to a group of women, to Doug Wynkoop snacking on a deli sandwich and talking to a number of different people, to Victor Mandrake trying to walk away from a nosy group of Japanese interviewers. Son of a bitch never did like talking to the press.] [Don’t get the wrong idea, though. Fisher has made his rounds. He’s given more interviews than he’s cared to and gotten more numbers from women than he expected to. But for now, he sits and waits. What he’s waiting for only he knows, but his patience is starting to wear thin.] [Mandrake makes his way over to him, probably since that's where the least amount of people were, as Fisher shifts his weight in his chair and runs his hands through his hair with a sigh. Normally not one for confrontation, Fisher decides that now’s the time to step up. Now’s the time to focus. His intense training sessions of snorting cocaine and random sex with women have all led to this point, and he knows what needs to be done. He clears his throat, leans back in his chair.] “Okay, fuckwads, time to go," he says in a raised voice. [DeBough and Wynkoop both drop what they’re doing and walk over to Fisher.] Fisher rolls his eyes, says, “I wasn’t talkin’ to you two. I was talkin’ to everyone else. They need to get the fuck out so we can have a little pre-match pep talk.” [It's at this point Mandrake pipes up in his deep, booming voice.] “You heard the man! Be gone!” [The room begins to clear out almost instantly. Fisher points to a buxom blonde on her way out.] “Except for you. You stay. I’m gonna need to…stretch out…before the match.” He gives her a wink, and she smiles. [DeBough looks at the blonde and then to Fisher.] “So what—” “No,” Fisher says. [He stands up, facing his teammates and begins to pace back and forth.] “So,” Fisher says, “I’m gonna proclaim myself as the official unofficial leader of this team.” [Wynkoop looks at DeBough, DeBough looks at Wynkoop and both begin to say something.] [Victor raises his eyebrow skeptically at Fisher, not one to normally take orders. Out of curiosity's sake, however, he raises one of his big, meaty paws.] “Let him talk.” Fisher nods at Victor. “I’m not one for long-winded, let’s-go-out-there-and-win-one-for-the-gipper speeches, but I feel the need to say something.” [Fisher pauses and reaches down by his chair and picks up a bottle of water. He unscrews the cap, takes a sip and continues.] “I don’t really know you guys. I’ve done battle with Mandrake, but that’s it. Despite the fact that I don’t know you, though, I still think we have what it takes to get the job done. It’s rare for me to show this much feeling, especially to other people who happen to have penises.” [Everyone exchanges an awkward glance.] “Anyway,” Fisher continues, “I just wanted you guys to understand that winning this event means more than you may think to me. So if we happen to falter and don’t make it to day two, if we don’t make it to where I think we should be, all of you are gonna have to answer to me.” [Fisher locks eyes with Mandrake.] “Even you, fatboy.” [Cut.]
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Brian Fisher walks into Ryan Blasier’s dressing room without knocking. Blasier isn’t as surprised as you may think. It turns out that Fisher is more surprised at Blasier’s not being surprised. “Wow, I’m surprised,” Fisher says. Blasier shrugs and says, “When you’re me, you kinda expect people to waltz into places and try to take my time when they don’t particularly deserve it.” Fisher nods. “Like Dark Wolf.” “Exactly. So, what is it you want?" asks Blasier. Fisher shrugs. “If my memory doesn’t fail me, this is a first.” Blasier eyes him curiously. “For what?” “Well, let’s see. First time I’ve seen you since you beat Shane Steele.” Blasier nods. “First time I’ve seen you since you organized the five-star-see mutiny against me.” Blasier feigns a smile. “Don’t worry,” Fisher says, “I’m not here to extract revenge. It crossed my mind on my way here, believe me, but I figured I’d wait until after I win Summer Games and do it in the ring for the title.” Fisher smirks and Blasier smiles himself. The champ says, “What you’re forgetting, Fish, is that I have to step into the ring tonight with a six foot, eleven inch monster who seems destined.” Fisher shrugs. “Destiny? I was thinkin’ more along the lines of right place, right time, knowin’ some people and bein’ ‘different.’ When I say ‘different’ what I really mean is black.” Blasier chuckles, even though he probably shouldn’t. "Destiny, Chosen.” He shrugs. “In this business, it's often the same thing." “Heh, you're right on that one,” Fisher comments. “Funny how the conversation always ends up about Dark Wolf, huh.” Blasier shrugs. “That waste of air time should thank us. Without you and me, his title reign would have been forgotten long ago,” He snorted. “How pathetic is it when the most hype a guy can get for a title reign is from his opponents talking about how undeserving he is.” “Shh! We better shut up about him, otherwise the booking staff might think it's a good idea to book the fucker at the next pay-per-view,” Fisher comments as he brings a finger up to his lips. “Yeah, you're right. Then we'd better not mention Eric Dane, either,” Blasier added. “That guy gets pissy whenever someone drops his name. Just look what happened to Omar Emerson.” “Hey, at least Dane's earned it...or so he reminds everyone every second sentence. But I'd take Dane in a main event any day over John Henry.” Fisher scoffs. “Seriously, what's the big deal about the guy? Are speech impediments the ‘in’ thing, nowadays?” “Beats me,” replies Blasier. “All I know is everywhere I turn, there's talk about how my odds of beating John Henry tonight are about as good as the AFW's chances of winning Summer Games. I think part of it's because Ryan Corey sees a lot of himself in Henry.” Fisher frowns. “Black and dumb?” “No.” Blasier shakes his head. “A whole bunch of hype, with no real substance to back it up. Of course, that could describe a whole bunch of guys in the entire Alliance. Our current World Tag Team Champions are a prime example.” Fisher cringes. “Yeah, Rowell and Lennox. How the fuck did those two end up with those belts?” “Heatwave sticking his nose in someone elses business,” replies Blasier. “Ah, yeah, Heatwave.” Fisher shakes his head. “It's a shame what happened to his career.” “A shame? Or an inevitability?” asks Blasier. “Touché.” Fisher begins to make his way to the exit. “Well, fag, I guess I better hit the road. Just keep that belt nice and polished for when I win Summer Games and get my shot at it.” “Whatever you say, Fish. Our match will be a five star classic,” says Blasier with a smile. Fisher groans. “That was so fucking cheesy, dude.” “Cheesy sells,” says Blasier “Just look at John Henry.” Fisher laughs and then exits the locker room. Blasier goes back to lacing up his boots.
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Summer Games Round 1 Match Team TidalWave [theStage] vs Team Stampede [OCW] *************************************************************** Scarlett Johansson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a first-round match in the Summer Games 2006 tournament, and it is scheduled for one fall to a finish! [A set of flaming dice rolls across the screen, one landing on "5" and the other on "2" for a lucky seven. Then, a phrase fades onto the screen over the dice.] "Do you feel lucky??" [Cut the lights. Cue: "Bat Country" by Avenged Sevenfold.] [Smoke begins to pour out of the entry way, and down the ramp as the screen changes to a deck of cards, and the word "Dice" flashes in neon "Vegas" like lights.] [Cue strobe lights.] [Tyson DeBough appears at the top of the entrance, much to the appeal of all the females in the arena, who look just about ready to take off their clothes for the former model. Indulging his fans, he does a slow turn to show off his physique.] [The lights go down as "Mr. Self-Destruct" by Nine Inch Nails blasts through the speakers. Pyro explodes with the beat of the music, as the massive Victor Mandrake can be seen standing at the entryway, dressed in his usual custom-designed black trench coat, Acolyte-style tights, and black combat boots. His long, pitch-black hair looks stringy and wet as he joins DeBough at the top of the ramp.] ["Remember the Name" by Fort Minor comes over the P.A. Most of the crowd doesn't recognize the theme, except for theSTAGE marks. The lights dim, as Doug Wynkoop, the Crimson Cup Champion, comes from behind the curtain.] [Wynkoop stops at the top of the stage alongside Mandrake and DeBough. Wynkoop looks around at the crowd and cracks a smirk. He hoists his Cup high over his head to a mixed reaction.] [Cue darkness.] [Cue slow techno.] [Two spotlights flash on and illuminate two cages on either side of the stage. Two semi-nude girls dance in them as KMFDM's "Megalomaniac" speeds up and the lights start to flicker maniacally back and forth, flashing every color imaginable.] [Cue the man with no gimmicks, the man that needs no nickname, that needs no introduction but gets one anyway. Cue your motherfuckin’ rightful and deserving world champion.] [Brian Fisher looks pissed off as he appears from behind the curtain.] [He wears white boots and white trunks tonight, trimmed in black, the latter going down to his mid-thigh. A small ‘BF’ sits at the top of the waistline in red and on the back of his trunks, also in red, reads one word: "Survive."] [He stops at the top of the ramp, standing with his teammates before nodding towards the ring and leading their walk down the aisle.] Scarlett Johansson: Introducing first, the team now approaching the ring. Representing theSTAGE -- TYSON DEBOUGH, DOUG WYNKOOP, VICTOR MANDRAKE, and BRIAN FISHER... TEAM TIDAL WAVE! [Fisher climbs into the ring via the steps, makes his way to a far corner, and poses on it to a mixed reaction.] [Wynkoop slides underneath the bottom rope. Wynkoop heads over to the other far corner, climbs the turnbuckles and hoists the cup high in the air for all the world to see. He drops back down and hands it to the time keeper.] [DeBough climbs in through the ropes and makes his way to a near corner, posing atop of it.] [Mandrake steps over the top rope, entering the ring. He climbs to the top of the other near corner, peeling off his trench coat and tossing it to the side, showing off the copious amounts of tattoos and his chiseled physique.] [The music fades and the lights return to normal as all four dismount from their respective corners.] DDK: This is a truly imposing team, Angus, from a fed that's known for not taking guff from anyone, and would like very much to have the bragging rights for going all the way at Summer Games. AS: And probably the team that's best equipped to do it, too, thanks to that big long-haired gorilla up there, easily the most physically imposing wrestler in the whole event! DDK: You're talking about Mandrake, and I can't argue with you there. But it's tough to single him out as the deciding factor when you've also got a former World Champion in Brian Fisher, and two proud, hungry young upstarts, Wynkoop and DeBough. TheSTAGE is well represented here tonight. AS: By the way, what kind of name is "theSTAGE", anyway? Did they turn the company into a theater troupe? DDK: I don't know, but it's different, isn't it? AS: I swear, I'm going to cockpunch the first one of those guys who breaks into song. [As the wrestlers converge in their designated corner, we cut back to the entranceway.] Scarlett Johansson: And their opponents... ["Bodies" by Drowning Pool hits the speakers of the Rupp Arena, sending the crowd to their feet, getting their first glimpse of team OCW, hailing from the Texas Territory. It's not everyday that they get to see wrestlers of this caliber grace their presence, so armed with camera's, they anticipate four completely different men coming together for one night.] [The stage has a goldish tint to it as the team captain steps forward, gracing the arena with his presence.] ["The Diceman" Travis Zahn.] [Zahn's glittery, black, floor length overcoat glides with him as he comes front and center. His shoulder length black hair is pulled tightly into a pony tail, his silver hoop earrings hang from his ears. He slowly raises his arms above his chest and folds them, resting them on his upper pectorals. A grin appears on his face. His tights for the night's action are a black and white zebra print with two dice on each pant leg in shiny silver and "Diceman" written on the back in the same color combination. Wrists taped in black athletic tape and his black boots finish off the look.] [Just as the crowd dies down "Every Womans Fantasy" Dominic Granger comes out from the back along with his long time girlfriend Kali, Granger is wearing a Camo colored trucker cap with a black t-shirt that says.. "I AM OCW" on it along with his black wrestling pants with GRANGER printed in red on the ass. Next to him is the ever so luscious Kali who is wearing a midriff baby T with the words... "Let me be your Fantasy" on it. Her blonde hair tied up in pigtails and some tight black pants that just seem to sculpt her ass like no tomorrow. Granger stands there for a bit sucking up the atmosphere in the arena and then walks towards the ring as he points at some of the signs which say...] MARRY ME GRANGER! I LOVE YOU LONG TIME! KALI YOUR MY FANTASY! [Granger steps up the steps as Kali climbs in the ring and smiles at Zahn as Granger climbs up the ropes and takes off his OCW t-shirt and throws it to the crowd as females scramble over it like a frenzy to try and get a hold of it and tosses his cap over to Kali who kisses him lustfully and then exits the ring...] [Simon Kayne enters the arena to a warm welcome from the crowd. He comes out wearing his trademark black boots with one having a S and the other a K in red, as well as his black trunks with the interlocking S and K on the back. Simon violently throws his hands in the air and then pounds his chest.] [Kayne stops and looks out at the crowd, pointing to the fans and continues to walk down to the ring. He greets some fans as he strolls towards the ring. Simon grabs a fans sign and holds it for the camera.] What kind of name is theStage OCW RULES AS: See? I'm SO not the only one who thinks that's just weird. [Kayne gives the sign back to the kid. He makes his way to the ring and he jumps onto the apron, wiping his feet on the mat and then steps through the ropes. Simon goes to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope, and poses for the crowd. He goes over and meets his teammates Travis Zahn and Dominic Granger.] [Finally Lemual Jordon walks out, the music's still pumping, the fans are popping louder than ever, at the top of the ramp Jordon pauses, looking down on proceedings. He wears a pair of white basketball Nike sneakers, 80's style with big tongues, white Indianapolis Colt's shorts and a white OCW 'Stampede' wifebeater, with his surname inscribed across the shoulders in generic black print. It's the latest, greatest OCW merchandise, he's flogging it, go buy now dickweeds.] [Jordon sprints to the ring, slides in under the bottom rope, pops up and high five's his team mates. OCW are at full force and ready to shine.] Scarlett Johansson: Now in the ring, representing Outlaw Championship Wrestling -- SIMON KAYNE, DOMINIC GRANGER, LEMUAL JORDON and TRAVIS ZAHN... TEAM STAMPEDE! DDK: The OCW reps appear to have brought a true team mentality with them tonight, all the better to compete in the name of Outlaw Championship Wrestling... But anyone following the Texas territory lately will know that Jordon has been at odds with Granger and Zahn, so it remains to be seen if that cohesion will hold for the duration of this match. AS: My prediction: it won't. DDK: For their sake, they'd better work together! Especially since, being the biggest member of the team, Jordon is the one bringing the power, and may be Stampede's best shot at neutralizing Mandrake. That's what OCW owner Eric Ramirez is banking on, at least. So it wouldn't be in their best interests to let any existing issues leak into tonight's performance. AS: Well, okay, if Zahn is a responsible team captain, he'll put those issues aside for the night, but... c'mon. I'll believe it when I see it. DDK: Indeed. At any rate it's an impressive group in its own right. And considering all the bad blood and heated words that have passed between OCW and theSTAGE, formerly known as the AWO, and with so much pride riding on the outcome, you can be sure that both promotions have sent the best teams they could muster! It's going to be a hell of a match, Angus. AS: Did you say blood? That's what I want to see. [Team Stampede have gathered in their corner to discuss some last-minute strategy, but many a withering glare is being thrown toward the corner occupied by theSTAGE -- who, in turn, are beaming malevolent looks right back.] DDK: And you just might get to see it. [As both sides have seemingly organized themselves, the ring announcer exits to the outside and the referee comes in.] [Ding, ding, ding!] DDK: We're underway, folks. Brian Fisher is leading off for theSTAGE, and Travis Zahn steps up for OCW. Both team captains are taking the initiative as this first round match gets started, and you can see the confidence radiating from the two of them. [No hesitation as they meet in the center of the ring -- Fisher jawjacking arrogantly at the OCW rep, and Zahn seemingly unfazed by it, lasing his theSTAGE counterpart with a look of focused determination. Seeing that his words are not having an effect, Fisher feigns shock and turns to mug for the crowd -- then suddenly slashes his hand up toward Zahn's face! But the intended slap does not connect: Zahn had seen it coming and shot his own hand up to catch Fisher's wrist.] [Two pairs of eyes lock in a hostile glare. All around them, a murmur of anticipation rises from the crowd.] [And then Zahn and Fisher lock up -- eschewing the traditional collar-and-elbow position for the more direct approach of going right for each other's throat.] DDK: This didn't take long to get ugly! AS: Right on, the sooner the better! [Putting his 25-pound weight advantage to good use, Fisher tilts into his opponent and forces Zahn against the ropes, where he starts to dig in with sharp kneelifts into Zahn's midsection. Zahn takes two in the gut but blocks a third, and quickly ducks under Fisher's arm to go behind the former World Champ. The Stampede team captain clubs Fisher between the shoulderblades with stiff forearm shots, adding a shot to the back of the neck for good measure. Fisher lashes back with an elbowsmash, connecting squarely with the cheekbone of Travis Zahn, successfully causing a break in the offense and knocking him back a step or two.] [Looking to capitalize, Fisher whips around and charges with a lariat -- but it's ducked by Zahn, who manages to latch onto Fisher and grab him in a rear waistlock. Fisher anticipates a German suplex and bends his knees to lower his center of gravity, but this plays right into Zahn's strategy: Zahn instead drops low and takes Fisher down with a rolling cradle, putting Fisher on his neck and shoulders as Zahn rolls back up to his feet. The referee drops to make a count, but he doesn't even get to '1' before Fisher explodes out of the pinhold with a thrust of both feet.] DDK: Nice takedown by Zahn, but Fisher says it's way too early to think about a pinfall. [Zahn moves in as Fisher shoots back to his feet, but Fisher gets in the pre-emptive strike with a blatant rake to the eyes, which gets the referee all worked up. Ignoring the striped shirt, Fisher grabs Zahn by the arm and cranks it viciously against the shoulder joint, making Zahn double over. From there, it only gets worse as Fisher winds up and punts Zahn right in the face.] AS: Yes! I love it. [Fisher goes for another one, but Zahn is covering up his face with his free arm while trying to duck under Fisher's grip to counter the armlock. Fisher lets the arm go and switches to a front facelock instead, cinching his forearm tightly against the larynx of Zahn as he grabs a fistful of tights, and heaves the smaller man into the air with a vertical suplex! But Zahn kicks his legs, upsetting the balance, and he manages to swing himself down to land behind Fisher. As the two men turn to face each other, Zahn reaches up and reciprocates Fisher's earlier rake to the eyes with one of his own!] DDK: It seems Travis Zahn is no more a fan of fair play than Brian Fisher is. AS: Rules are for suckers anyway. [The referee again takes umbrage at these tactics, but Zahn doesn't concern himself with that: taking advantage of the momentarily blinded Fisher, Zahn grabs him by the head and delivers a swinging neckbreaker. Then, popping back to his feet, he beckons to OCW's corner.] DDK: Zahn's calling in some assistance here -- and Dominic Granger answers the call! [As Granger moves along the apron to climb the turnbuckles, Zahn bends down to pick up Fisher again -- but Fisher shoves him roughly away, getting upright on his own.] DDK: Anger is evident on Fisher's face as he stalks toward the OCW team captain... but he doesn't see Granger on the top rope behind him! Granger launches himself! AND CONNECTS with a missile dropkick to the back of Brian Fisher! AS: One order of whiplash, on the double! DDK: That was nasty, for damn sure. [The bombardment sending Fisher stumbling down to hands and knees, Zahn and Granger go to work ruthlessly stomping at their Tidal Wave opponent's ribs and shoulders and head. Switching things up, the OCW reps pull Fisher to his feet, slap on a double front facelock, and with a combined effort throw him up and over with a double suplex!] DDK: Tandem offense is doing the trick here, for these two men known collectively as the Heartbreakers down in Texas. [Pressing their advantage, Zahn and Granger start to set up their prey for something else -- but Tyson DeBough has seemingly had enough!] DDK: Wait a second, DeBough shooting into the ring like a bullet! Lunges across the canvas and FLATTENS Travis Zahn with a lariat! DeBough coming to the aid of his teammate with intensity-- AS: Teammate nothing, he was just itching to get a piece of the spotlight! [As Zahn tries to pick himself up, DeBough whirls toward Granger and swings another lariat -- but Granger ducks it, charges to the side of the ring and leaps onto the middle rope. DeBough turns again just as Granger rebounds with an Asai moonsault -- but he sidesteps the aerial maneuver and pushes down on Granger's falling body, augmenting the impact as "Every Woman's Fantasy" hits nothing but canvas. Out on the floor, Granger's girl Kali shrieks with concern.] DDK: That didn't work out for Granger, and his girlfriend sure didn't appreciate it either. AS: I wonder if she makes noises like that when he's ramming-- DDK: THAT'S enough! [DeBough moves to follow up on Granger, but the OCW member quickly rolls out of range and out of the ring. Before DeBough can do more than a quarter-turn, Travis Zahn blindsides him with a charging forearm smash to the head that sends theSTAGE's rep staggering. Zahn tries to capitalize with some form of grapple, but he doesn't get any farther than that before the recovered Brian Fisher comes in from behind, grabs two fistfuls of Zahn's hair, and wrenches "The Diceman"'s head backward. Zahn lets go of DeBough to bring his hands up in an attempt to pry Fisher's fingers away from his locks, which only frees up DeBough to straighten up and start unloading on Zahn's exposed chest and midsection with closed fists!] DDK: The double-team has gone the other way here, and now it's theSTAGE with the advantage. AS: Okay, so really, did Terry Woods just throw a dictionary open at random, put his finger down on the page, and call his company whatever word he ended up with? DDK: I'm sure there's an intelligent and well-reasoned explanation for it. AS: You hate it too, admit it. [DeBough's assault on Zahn continues, as Fisher keeps tipping his opponent backward until he can apply an inverted facelock. From there he goes the logical next step: drilling Zahn to the canvas with an inverted DDT! Looking annoyed, Fisher gets up and begins laying the boots to Zahn, with DeBough joining in, much as the Heartbreakers had done earlier.] [As the referee starts to get antsy about the double-teaming, Fisher and DeBough drag Zahn off the canvas and, each grabbing an arm, whip him hard into a neutral corner. DeBough follows in first with an avalanche that knocks the wind out of the OCW man, before stepping out to the apron; and Fisher, wearing a sneer, charges in second -- BOBBLING the head of Travis Zahn with a running yakuza kick!] DDK: MAN! He's not playing around in there! AS: But I bet stuff like that amuses him, just like me. [Zahn is left half-draped on the top rope after the kick, but Fisher isn't content to leave him there. Pulling with a handful of hair, Fisher leads Zahn into the Tidal Wave corner and tags off to DeBough. DeBough re-enters the ring and takes over: plastering the groggy Zahn with closed fists to the face and a boot to the midsection. As Zahn doubles over, DeBough clamps on a front facelock and goes for a snap suplex -- but "The Diceman" fights back with body shots. DeBough interrupts things with a kneelift, then backs off a second, before stepping back in with a vertical leap, a headscissors, and--] DDK: Hurricanrana by Tyson DeBough! Zahn put flat on his back! [DeBough doesn't give an inch, either: he remains straddling Zahn's torso while he rains mounted punches down on his opponent's face. Trying to cover up with his arms, Zahn worms partly out from under DeBough, but DeBough is done anyway. He gets to his feet and stomps at Zahn a few times before reaching down and pulling him up off the canvas. A scoop and a slam by DeBough puts Zahn right back where he started.] DDK: DeBough has taken charge here, Angus. AS: Considering the size of this kid's mouth, it's about time he proved he could back it up. [Over in Team Stampede's corner, Lemual Jordon and Dominic Granger are leaning over the ropes and shouting their encouragement, while Simon Kayne is cursing loudly in the direction of DeBough. With a sense of purpose showing on his face, DeBough drags Zahn into a better position, and starts toward a neutral corner... but veers off midway to walk up to the OCW wrestlers and give them the finger. Then, quickly but with purposeful intent, DeBough pie-faces Simon Kayne with one hand and shoves him roughly off the apron!] DDK: What a show of chutzpah by Tyson DeBough, and he's got the whole OCW team riled up like a hornet's nest! This guy doesn't care who he pisses off! [Indeed, the referee has to physically interject before Granger and Jordon can storm into the ring. DeBough just laughs at them.] DDK: Once again, an example of how deep the OCW/theSTAGE rivalry goes... And DeBough now turning back to the match -- but Zahn is up! Right in position to-- [WHAM!] DDK: --DRIVE DeBough with a spinning spinebuster! AS: What an idiot! DDK: TheSTAGE's man is down in the middle of the ring, and Zahn jumps for his corner... [No sooner does Travis Zahn stick his hand out for the tag, than Simon Kayne scrambles back up onto the apron and slaps it.] DDK: And Kayne tags in! And he explodes into the ring! [Yes, like a man possessed, Kayne barrels past Zahn and hurls himself onto DeBough, hammering at him with lefts and rights, most of which connect in spite of DeBough's attempt to cover up!] DDK: There's a man who didn't take kindly to Tyson DeBough's manners a minute ago! AS: Are you kidding? If someone put his hand in my face like that, I'd go ballistic on the bastard myself! [As a little of the steam goes out of Kayne's jackhammering fists, he gets up off of DeBough and grabs a handful of hair, pulling the Las Vegas native to his feet. Stunned by the barrage, DeBough can't put up much resistance as Kayne grabs him in a front waistlock and hurls him with a belly-to-belly suplex. DeBough lands hard and the leftover momentum makes him sit up in a daze -- giving Kayne a perfect opportunity to run in from behind and deliver a flipping neck snap.] DDK: I wonder if DeBough is maybe regretting his little cocky display from before. AS: His mom probably regrets his dad's little cocky display from twenty-odd years ago. DDK: ... AS: Yeah, I went there. DDK: I don't even know what that's supposed to mean. [With DeBough still down and clutching at his neck, Kayne stomps a few times at DeBough's left leg before hooking it up and trying to force him over onto his belly.] DDK: Single-leg crab about to be applied by Kayne, OCW's mat technician, if DeBough can't find a way out of this-- [And then a man breaks away from the crowd in theSTAGE's corner and sprints across the canvas to barrel into Kayne's back, sending him sprawling!] DDK: ...And salvation arrives in the form of Doug Wynkoop! AS: I bet you a million dollars that phrase has never been spoken before in the whole of human history. DDK: Well, it came just in time for DeBough! [Kayne gathers himself up and wheels on Wynkoop angrily, taunting him to "come on" if he wants to involve himself in the ring. For a response, Wynkoop points at DeBough and pantomimes two hands slapping, before he heads back to his corner.] DDK: Kayne wants Wynkoop to bring it, and Wynkoop says he's fine with that, as soon as he's tagged into the match. AS: Sure, everything's got to be on HIS terms. DDK: Well, it makes sense. [Waving his hand in disgust, Kayne turns back to DeBough -- who by this time has gotten up on one knee, and with the advantage of preparation unleashes a hard, fast right hand to the abdomen of Simon Kayne, stunning the man. Quickly getting fully upright, DeBough doesn't let up: it's a machine-gun torrent of fists battering Kayne from belly to chest and finally to face, and through it all DeBough is wearing a grim frown of hatred and determination.] DDK: Jeez! There's issues between these guys, that's for sure! [Kayne manages to block a punch and attempts to counter with a Fujiwara armbar, but DeBough puts up as much resistance as he can muster and clamps his free forearm against Kayne's throat. Kayne responds in kind, and what follows is a strange, herky-jerky dance that bounces the two men around the ring in their struggle to throttle each other. Finally, DeBough brings his knee up hard into Kayne's gut, making him bow in pain -- then using Kayne's own knee as a springboard, DeBough leaps up and swings his foot for an enzuigiri!] [--But it's DUCKED by Kayne, and DeBough lands unsteadily with his back turned. Immediately, Kayne grabs him in a rear waistlock and HURLS DeBough backward with a released German suplex!] AS: I've seen a horsefly, and I've seen a dragonfly, but I've never seen a DeBough fly! DDK: WHAT a throw by Simon Kayne, and it sent Tyson DeBough RIGHT into his own corner! [DeBough has to grope for the bottom rope before he can start to pull himself off the canvas, but his teammate won't wait for him to get all the way up: Doug Wynkoop reaches down, slaps DeBough's hand, and slips into the ring just as Kayne is picking himself up.] DDK: Wynkoop is now the legal man for theSTAGE-- AS: Or if things had gone differently, theSANDWICH... DDK: Shut it, will you? And Simon Kayne wants to know if Wynkoop is ready to put up or shut up. [As Kayne goes into a defensive posture, Wynkoop takes a moment to glance out at the fans, who give an approving cheer -- and then he throws himself into a grapple with Kayne, the two men jockeying hard for position and advantage.] DDK: Wynkoop telling Kayne he will not back down! [While Kayne seems to be trying to maneuver his arm around Wynkoop's head, Wynkoop in turn is attempting to wrench Kayne's other arm against the joint.] DDK: There's been a long, long war of words between these two men, Angus, and you have to believe that all that pent-up aggression is finally getting an outlet here in this battle of proud wrestling technicians. AS: It's not quite a Jedi lightsaber fight, but it'll do. [The larger of the two men, Kayne powers Wynkoop into the ropes, then stings him across the chest with a knife-edge chop. Wynkoop returns with a right hand. Another chop by Kayne makes the smaller man from Team Tidal Wave start to cover up the growing red welt on his chest, and Kayne goes on the attack: he grabs Wynkoop by the hand, pulls him in for a short-arm clothesline -- but Wynkoop ducks underneath the arm, and delivers a pinpoint dropkick to the back of Kayne's left knee. Kayne stumbles a little but keeps his footing. He turns to face Wynkoop, but Wynkoop is circling in the same direction, kicking at the knee and the flesh of the thigh to soften up the joint.] DDK: This is good strategy for Wynkoop, picking a body part and wearing it down. AS: Yes, it'll pay healthy dividends in the long run if Simon Kayne never tags off. [Growing frustrated, Kayne darts in toward Wynkoop only for theSTAGE's rep to slip off to the side and once again attack with a low dropkick to the knee. Kayne is noticeably favoring his leg at this point. Having momentarily immobilized his opponent, Wynkoop charges into the ropes and returns at speed -- but never sees it coming as Kayne lowers his shoulder, boosts Wynkoop up into a fireman's carry, and sheer-drops him backward all in one fluid motion!] DDK: The Chicago Roll! Kayne was waiting for Wynkoop to make a mistake, and that was it! [Kayne doesn't attempt to make the pin, though, instinctively knowing that it would prove fruitless at this juncture. Instead he picks himself up -- putting most of his weight on his non-weakened leg -- and moves to intercept Wynkoop who is also getting up... but abruptly hits the deck just a fraction of a second before a Tyson DeBough superkick passes through the space where his head had been!] DDK: What the hell? DeBough just jumped back in the ring and tried to take Simon Kayne's head off! And he WOULD'VE if not for Kayne's split-second timing! AS: Too bad! DDK: DeBough now begging off from the referee, who's livid at the interference by a non-legal man-- WAIT! Lemual Jordon's in the ring too! Bull charge and-- [WHAM!!] DDK: THE SACK! Jordon CRASHES into DeBough with that signature shoulderblock and DeBough goes RIGHT THROUGH THE ROPES! [A ringside camera catches a shot of Tyson DeBough flopping chaotically to the floor mats with a thump.] DDK: How's THAT for an invitation to get the hell out? AS: Jesus, does Jordon have some POWER behind him or what? [As the fans in attendance briefly go nuts, Lemual Jordon gazes around him with a confident smirk. Then he sights Victor Mandrake looming in theSTAGE's corner with a cloud of foul temper encircling his head... and Jordon raises his arm to point at the giant, and gives him a meaningful nod of the head. Taking this for the challenge it is, Mandrake locks eyes with "The Colt" and starts to step over the top rope -- but it's at this point that the referee steps between them, admonishing Mandrake to remain on the apron, and ordering Jordon back to his corner. Jordon goes with that same smirk pasted on his face.] DDK: You know, OCW's Eric Ramirez selected Jordon to be his team's Diablo-slayer, and I'm getting just a little curious to see what happens when he actually clashes with Mandrake. AS: Yeah, right. TheSCROTUM kind of stacked the deck in its own favor by including a seven-plus-foot, 400-plus-pound animal on its team. So unless Granger is OCW's real secret weapon, Jordon's gonna be the man to watch in this match. DDK: Indeed, but in the meantime, this interlude has given Simon Kayne and Doug Wynkoop a chance to catch their breath... [Kayne is getting up off the canvas, glancing warily back at theSTAGE's corner in case another attacker comes for him... but in doing so, he misses Wynkoop standing a few feet away from him, and the moment Kayne turns in his direction -- BAM! He's flattened again by a textbook dropkick to the mouth!] DDK: Beautiful dropkick there by Wynkoop, catching his opponent unawares. [Immediately Wynkoop scrambles to grab for Kayne's left leg, but Kayne pulls his knee in, and simultaneously lashes out with his other leg, kicking Wynkoop away. Both men get up again, and Wynkoop starts to take jabs at Kayne's face -- until Kayne captures the other man's arm and twists it painfully, before rearing back and chopping Wynkoop across the pectorals! In response, Wynkoop twists out of the arm hold and reverses it, shooting Kayne into the ropes near Team Stampede's corner. As Kayne rebounds, Granger reaches out and slaps his teammate's back.] DDK: Blind tag by Dominic Granger, but I don't think Wynkoop saw it. [Indeed, Wynkoop is standing ready to intercept Kayne on the return -- but Kayne grabs him by the wrist instead and transfers his momentum to the other man, and Wynkoop is now shot into the ropes! But before Kayne can ready his next move, Wynkoop flies out of the ropes again -- CLOCKING Simon Kayne with a flying forearm smash!] AS: Nice one! [With Kayne down, Wynkoop kips back up to his feet as the fans cheer their approval!] [And half a second later, Dominic Granger tears in, hooks the unsuspecting Wynkoop by the head, swings around, and DRILLS him into the mat with a running tornado DDT!] AS: HA! DDK: Wynkoop lost track of who the legal man is, but Granger sure didn't! And he got every bit of that move he wanted to get! [Caught up in the moment, Granger bounds to the side of the ring and leans over the top rope, posturing for the crowd. Down below, Kali hoots and claps in encouragement. Then, not wasting any more time, he jumps up onto the second rope and springboard off with an Asai moonsault--] DDK: But Wynkoop rolls out of the way! [--which Granger aborts by landing on both feet behind Wynkoop, who is trying to get upright. Spotting an opportunity, Granger charges at him, hooks the head, and bounces Wynkoop's forehead against the canvas again with a bulldog headlock! Then he makes a beeline for the corner, where he quickly ascends to the top rope...] DDK: Granger says it's time to fly! AS: Wait, look out for Diablo! [Before Granger can get his footing, Victor Mandrake breaks away from his own corner, runs along the apron and rams two giant hands into the OCW member -- launching the kid clear off the turnbuckle and--] [CRASH!] DDK: GOOD LORD, HE LANDED RIGHT ON THE GUARDRAIL! [The arena erupts in boos and chants of "HOLY SHIT!" A ringside camera closes in on the disaster scene: A section of metal guardrail has broken free from the rest and fallen onto the laps of three or four unlucky ringside fans, with a dazed Dominic Granger lying haphazardly on top of it. Kali is screaming as she runs up to check on him.] AS: That was the greatest thing ever!! DDK: You WOULD say that, Angus, but that young man's in a bad way! And the referee is rightly giving Mandrake an earful for leaving his corner! [That being said, Mandrake doesn't even seem to hear the referee's screaming as he moves along the apron to rejoin the rest of Team Tidal Wave, slapping high fives with his mates.] [But Team Stampede won't leave it at that!] DDK: Hold it, the OCW guys are storming into the ring here, and they do not look happy! Lemual Jordon in particular seems to be drawing a bead on Mandrake... and Mandrake is once again starting to step through the ropes! [But again, the impending brawl is defused as the referee bravely makes himself a (rather puny) human wall between the two sides. Another wave of boos washes down toward the ring, but this one is meant more for the hapless man in the striped shirt.] AS: You hear 'em, ref! The people want a fight! DDK: And Team Stampede wants a fight, too, but the ref's doing the right thing by enforcing the rules. AS: That's the squarest thing you've ever said. [Barking orders, the referee commands Jordon, Zahn and Kayne back to their own corner -- but whips around to make sure Mandrake, Fisher and DeBough don't get up to any trouble either. Finally the ring is clear again -- except for Doug Wynkoop, who is using the ropes to pull himself upright, rubbing painfully at his head.] DDK: Wynkoop is back on his feet, but a little worse for wear -- but a far cry from Granger, I should say! And Mandrake is now leaning over the top rope with his hand out, bellowing at Wynkoop to make the tag! AS: Things are about to get REALLY serious here. [Down on the floor, Travis Zahn has left his team's corner to join Kali at the sundered guardrail and tend to his partner. Granger is sitting up now, shaking his head and favoring his back with obvious pain. Muttering encouragingly, Zahn helps Granger to his feet and walks him to the ring, where he helps "Every Woman's Fantasy" roll under the bottom rope and back into the match.] [--RIGHT as Wynkoop slaps Mandrake's outstretched hand.] DDK: Ohhh boy. [Granger grabs hold of the ropes and manages to pull himself to a standing position, apparently meaning to tough it out despite his pain... until he turns around and sees all 7'4" of Victor Mandrake raise his leg, swing it over the top rope with menacing deliberation, and place his foot down inside the ring. The other leg comes next, and in a second the giant from Team Tidal Wave is bearing down on the much-smaller man with sinister intent.] AS: Jesus, he's gonna EAT Granger. DDK: That ring's a bad place to be right now! --But Lemual Jordon wants in, BAD! [That's right: Over at Team Stampede, Jordon is eagerly calling for the tag, dancing with impatience! Granger doesn't need to be told twice -- he flashes along the ropes, staying as far from the approaching Diablo as possible -- and lunges for Jordon's hand!] DDK: And THERE'S the tag to Jordon! [A grin forms on the face of Victor Mandrake, who cracks his knuckles audibly and starts to home in on the OCW corner. Lemual Jordon enters on the double and charges straight for theSTAGE's behemoth, who swings a lariat -- but Jordon ducks it and goes into the ropes. Rebounding at speed, Jordon hurls himself and CONNECTS with a diving shoulderblock to the chest/shoulder area of Mandrake -- and the big man staggers!] DDK: What an impact there on THE SACK -- the same hit that sent DeBough to the floor may not have knocked Mandrake down, but it was nonetheless felt! [Not pausing to let a chance get away, Jordon leaps back to his feet and attempts to scoop Mandrake up for a slam... but the weight of his opponent stymies "The Colt", who strains for a second without success. It's long enough for Mandrake to regain his faculties, and he puts a stop to Jordon's efforts with a clubbing blow to the spine, beating him down.] AS: So much for Eric Ramirez's giant-killer! DDK: You can't fault the attempt, Angus. Who else has a better chance? AS: Nobody, and that's the point! TheSTATIONWAGON pretty much has this one wrapped up. [Shaking his head in shock at the force of Mandrake's strike, Jordon fights back to his feet -- only to be clubbed again with a gigantic forearm that knocks him down to one knee. Mandrake grabs Jordon's head in one great palm and hauls him upright, holding him while he delivers a closed right hand right to "The Colt"'s exposed face. The shot makes Jordon flinch, but he returns with hard body blows to Mandrake's trunk, the punches effective enough to make the big man back off a step or two.] DDK: Look, he's rallying back. This isn't a lost cause yet, not for Lemual Jordon! [Without a pause, Jordon grabs Mandrake by the wrist and attempts to pull him into a short-arm clothesline -- but Mandrake leans his weight the other way, which results in Jordon being pulled instead, right into a thunderous kneelift! Doubled over and the wind knocked out of him, Jordon is easy prey as Mandrake pulls him into a standing headscissors, preparatory to a piledriver!] AS: You were saying? [But as Mandrake leans down to execute the move, Dominic Granger shoots out of OCW's corner, vaults onto Jordon's bent back like a platform, and leaps again -- BLITZING Mandrake in the head with a totally unexpected Shining Wizard!] DDK: HA! Great move by Granger! [Granger quickly slips back out to the apron, not wanting to dawdle. With Mandrake momentarily reeling, Jordon reaches around and hooks those massive legs, pulling hard and succeeding in yanking them out from under the giant, putting Mandrake on his back! From there, Jordon tries to manipulate the legs into a figure-four leglock, but Mandrake still has too much strength in him, and he stops Jordon's attempt with a hefty boot to the chest. Jordon is sent stumbling back a few steps, hugging his hurting chest for a moment.] DDK: Mandrake is still a beast, Angus, but he's proving to be a beast who CAN be knocked down. AS: Not without a lot of effort... and a lot of help! [Throwing a brief hand signal toward his corner, Jordon moves in on Mandrake, who's sat himself up and is picking himself off the canvas. Jordon grabs a fistful of black hair and with all the focus of a man on a mission, he starts pounding at Mandrake's face with closed fists. Mandrake tries to cover up as he gets fully upright; but once at his full height, he suddenly grabs Jordon under the arms in a bearhug, lifts him off his feet, and charges at full tilt into a neutral corner!] [WHAM!] DDK: OHHH! Jordon got CRUSHED against the turnbuckles there! [Stunned and coughing for breath, Jordon stumbles a step or two out of the corner... right back into Mandrake's arms. The giant ducks his head under Jordon's armpit, locks his hands around the OCW star's waist, and hurls him up and back with a HUGE Northern Lights suplex! Jordon flies a good halfway across the ring before landing with a painful thud, immediately clutching at the small of his back.] AS: I told you, dude! He's unstoppable! DDK: Seems to be hitting his stride, that's for sure... [But as Mandrake gets back to his feet again, suddenly two bodies rocket out of Team Stampede's corner!] DDK: Waitaminute! The Heartbreakers on the move! [Before Mandrake is ready for it, Dominic Granger hurls himself with a spinning heel kick, connecting with the middle of the chest -- Granger more or less bounces off, but the hit staggers the big man a little. Following up immediately is Travis Zahn with a flying forearm to the chest, knocking Mandrake back further. It only takes him a second to regain his balance, and then Mandrake is lunging for Granger, who ducks those huge hands and dances around to the side, kicking hard at Mandrake's knee. Zahn moves in and stomps on the other knee, slipping out of range as an elbow comes hurtling at his head.] DDK: They're going at it the right way, Angus -- cutting him down to size by attacking the legs! AS: This is unfair triple-teaming! [Angrily, Mandrake thrashes out to knock Zahn away, while Granger drives the point of his boot into the back of the knee again. With a snarl, Mandrake's hand snakes out and he manages to close his fingers arounda tuft of Granger's hair, pulling him closer -- but at this point Simon Kayne rushes the ring as well, and dives low with a chopblock that finally cuts the leg out from under Victor Mandrake! The giant hits the canvas with a shuddering WHAM!] DDK: The three-pronged attack has taken down the monster from theSTAGE! AS: Yeah, and now theSUNDIAL's corner's emptying out! [That's right! Having had enough of this, Brian Fisher, Doug Wynkoop and Tyson DeBough flood into the ring and go toe-to-toe with Team Stampede -- Fisher duking it out with Granger, DeBough and Zahn trading shots, and Wynkoop and Kayne grappling their way into one of the neutral corners! Meanwhile, the referee isn't so much trying to restore order as he is trying to stay out of the way of the riot!] DDK: This thing has totally gotten out of control, Angus! AS: Yeah, I know! Finally! [Getting the upper hand with a kneelift and a blatant rake to the eyes, Fisher proceeds to grab Granger by the collar of his shirt and the waistband of his pants, and unceremoniously throws the smaller man through the ropes to the outside. Meanwhile, Zahn has DeBough against the ropes, pounding away at his face. With DeBough stunned, Zahn backs off two steps, then charges in -- and CLOBBERS DeBough with a clothesline that sends the Team Tidal Wave member up and over the top rope, tumbling down to the floor! Zahn takes a moment to taunt his fallen opponent, but he doesn't get more than that, because Fisher rams into him from behind, knocking Zahn flat with an elbow to the back of the head.] [As this is going on, Lemual Jordon has gotten back on his feet and moved to intervene in the continuing skirmish between Kayne and Wynkoop. A double axhandle to the back of Wynkoop's neck decides the matter, and now outnumbered, the young gun from theSTAGE is easy pickings for Kayne and Jordon. Jordon sets himself in position by the ropes as Kayne takes Wynkoop by the arm; Kayne goes for the whip, and Jordon follows up with a back body drop that sends Wynkoop airborne! A hard thump a second or two later announces his less than pleasant landing on the floor.] [Before Jordon and Kayne can celebrate, Brian Fisher barrels into the two of them, elbowing Jordon in the face to knock him away, and kicking Kayne hard in the midsection. Across the ring, Victor Mandrake, back on his feet, is beckoning Fisher to set something up, so Fisher obliges: taking Kayne by the arm and whipping him toward the monster!] DDK: Not good for Kayne-- OHHH! BLASTED with a big boot! [A big, Mandrake-sized boot, that is! Kayne is flattened, but Mandrake's not content with that: he leans down, clamps his beefy hand around the OCW technician's neck, and hauls him bodily off the canvas. Kayne pries desperately at the thick fingers encircling his throat, but it's no good: Mandrake grunts, and heaves Kayne up into the air one-handed... then turns and dumps the man clear over the top rope and ten feet down to the unforgiving floor!] [Cue the "HOLY SHIT" chants!] AS: DID YOU JUST SEE THAT! DDK: CHOKE SLAM ALL THE WAY TO THE OUTSIDE! [A ringside camera zooms in on Simon Kayne's body, arms and legs askew, as he stares glassily up at the ceiling. Nearby, Granger and DeBough are trading punches, with Doug Wynkoop limping toward them to help his teammate.] [And up in the ring, Brian Fisher has Lemual Jordon cornered. Keeping Jordon at bay with kicks to the gut and stinging right hands to the face, Fisher follows up with an uppercut that rattles "The Colt"'s teeth and knocks him back against the ropes. Fisher quickly lowers his shoulder and boosts the staggered Jordon into position for a Death Valley Driver -- but to his consternation he can't move away from the side of the ring, as Jordon has managed to reach out and grab hold of the top rope.] DDK: Jordon is in bad straits, but he's resisting in every way he can! [Snarling impatiently, Fisher twists aggressively away from the ropes, hard enough to dislodge Jordon's grip. Now unhindered, Fisher steps toward the middle of the ring -- but before he can deliver the move, Jordon somehow slips out and escapes behind! Not hesitating even a second, Jordon puts his hands against Fisher's back and thrusts him roughly forward -- right into Mandrake, caught off-guard! Both members of Team Tidal Wave teeter precariously against the top rope, trying to sort themselves out... and it's while they're thus distracted that Jordon runs up, grabs each by one leg, and levers them BOTH out of the ring!] AS: AHHH! He can't do that! DDK: Well, he just did! This thing's spilling out everywhere! [Lemual Jordon leans on the top rope for a moment to catch his breath, as raucous cheering echoes through the MTS Center. Then, because it seems to be the happening thing to do, he steps through the ropes, jumps down to the floor, and wades right into a massive brawl involving both four-man teams! The referee just looks down at the violent mass of thrashing forms with an air of resignation.] [Did I say both four-man teams? There's actually one man missing, and that man is still in the ring.] [Shaking the cobwebs out of his head after the attack by Brian Fisher, "The Diceman" Travis Zahn gets to his feet and looks out at the OCW/theSTAGE fistfight in progress. Then he looks at the top turnbuckle. Then he glances out at the crowd, and cracks a huge, toothy grin.] DDK: Uh oh... I think Zahn's getting ideas! AS: I thought I smelled something burning. [Down on the floor, the ringside area is a pull-apart mob of seven men grappling, punching and shoving at each other. And none of them has even noticed the fact that Zahn has gone to the top rope.] DDK: Travis Zahn perched to fly! HE JUMPS! [--Roar of approval, ripple of camera flashes--] DDK: SOMERSAULT PLANCHA! AND HE WIPES EM' ALL OUT! AS: Good god, the man's suicidal! DDK: No way, he's pulling out all the stops for Summer Games! [The whole arena is more or less going bonkers, and the ringside area is now a tangled mess of bodies and body parts, with very little movement but the odd twitch of battered muscle. Oh yeah, and we've got ourselves another "HOLY SHIT" moment!] [Up in the ring, the referee surveys the wreckage with a frown. Then he begins a ring-out count.] AS: That was crazy as hell, but I can't believe the ref's actually going to count both these teams out. DDK: What else is he supposed to do? Like the nursery rhyme says: All the King's horses and all the King's men couldn't put Humpty Dumpty back together again... and I doubt the referee can do much with what's left of Team Tidal Wave and Team Stampede down there! [But at about the count of four, the body parts start to crawl away from one another and resolve themselves into human bodies again. At six, some of the wrestlers are getting back on their feet. At seven, Victor Mandrake rolls into the ring, and at eight, Lemual Jordon follows him in. The ref breaks off his count.] DDK: Our two legal men are now in the ring again, and this match can finally continue properly. AS: Boo, I was digging the carnage. [As the other wrestlers stream slowly around the ring toward their respective corners, inside the ring Jordon is pushing himself up on hands and knees. Mandrake, seeing this, lunges across and drops a heavy elbow across Jordon's back, knocking him flat again. Mandrake rolls to his feet, immediately drops the elbow again before Jordon can roll away. Once again standing up, the giant reaches down to drag Jordon off the canvas, scoops him up sideways, then brings Jordon down HARD across his knee with a pendulum backbreaker. The move forces a groan from deep inside "The Colt", and Mandrake lets him flop to the canvas, where he rolls up the OCW member and goes for the pinfall.] 1... 2-- DDK: Kickout by Lemual Jordon. AS: Not that he's not hurting, mind you. DDK: That's for sure. [Sweeping his hair out of his face, Mandrake climbs up to his feet again -- noticeably favoring the leg that had been chopped out by Kayne earlier -- and drags Jordon up with him. Mandrake slams his elbow into the side of Jordon's face once, twice -- as Jordon's eyes start to take on a foggy appearance -- then takes him by the wrist and shoots him into the ropes.] DDK: Big boot coming up-- NO! Jordon had the presence of mind to cling to the top rope! [Momentarily off-balance, Mandrake lowers his upraised foot -- but not before Jordon charges at him with a furious energy!] DDK: Here's Jordon-- [WHAM!] DDK: HITS HIM WITH THE SACK! ALL of Jordon's nearly 300 pounds behind THAT flying shoulderblock and he hit it SQUARE! Mandrake is DOWN! AS: Where the hell did THAT come from? [Flattened, the giant squeezes his eyes shut and clutches his arms against his chest, breathing hard. Jordon stays on the canvas a few seconds, sucking in air and shaking his head to clear his thoughts. Then he fights to his feet, but doesn't go for the pin -- instead he leaps for his corner, reaching out a hand to his teammates.] DDK: Jordon makes a desperation tag -- and Simon Kayne comes in! AS: How's that guy standing up after what Diablo did to him a few minutes ago? DDK: Beats me, but by the look on Kayne's face, he wants a little payback for it. [As Kayne steps through the ropes, Jordon lingers a while. The two Team Stampede members converge on Diablo, cooperating to muscle the 400 pound man off the canvas, to his feet, and then boosting him up into a double fireman's carry. With a 1-2-3-heave-ho, Jordon and Kayne deliver a double slam on the former WWA World Champion that makes the entire ring quake!] DDK: Now THAT'S how you deal with someone of Mandrake's size! AS: Maybe, but the fact remains: Jordon still couldn't pick up Mandrake by himself. [The effort seems to have exacerbated the strain on Jordon's back, however, and he heads back toward his corner slightly bowed, kneading the muscles around his spine with his knuckles. Kayne, meanwhile, immediately goes to work on Mandrake's left leg, stomping at the kneecap before lifting the foot to kick at the inside of the knee. Mandrake tries to kick Kayne away with his free foot, but the technician manages to avoid contact, and counters by yanking forcefully on the knee he'd been battering, drawing a growl of pain and frustration from the big man. Then, moving quickly, Kayne laces his own legs around that same knee and locks on a grapevine. He doesn't skimp on the pressure, either: squeezing hard and pulling on Mandrake's foot in an effort to hyperextend the joint.] DDK: Again attacking Mandrake's base, and if he can compromise it, he takes away Mandrake's power advantage. [The hold is plainly working: Victor Mandrake's face contorts torturously as he hitches himself up on the heels of his hands, starts shifting himself toward the ropes, already reaching out well before he's in range. Encouraged, Kayne redoubles his efforts, as Team Stampede cheers him on.] [And then--] [WHAM!] AS: Ahahahaha! DDK: JESUS! Doug Wynkoop breaking it up with a guillotine legdrop off the TOP ROPE! Kayne never knew what HIT him! [With Kayne more or less squashed, Wynkoop releases Mandrake from the leglock and helps his teammate get to his feet. Now using the ropes for support, Mandrake tags off to Wynkoop. Wynkoop immediately moves in on Kayne, hauling his half-conscious form to his feet. With a grip on the wrist, Wynkoop whips Kayne into a neutral corner -- and Kayne, not having all his faculties about him, rams the turnbuckles full-on with his chest! The wind knocked out of him, Kayne staggers back a few steps -- and as he does this, Wynkoop is already running into the far side ropes, returning at speed -- and flips over Kayne's head, landing a neckbreaker! Wynkoop wastes no time rolling Kayne over and hooking the leg...] 1... 2-- [The count is broken as Dominic Granger darts in and stomps on Wynkoop's back. The referee orders Granger back to his corner, as Wynkoop gets to his feet, quickly goes to theSTAGE's corner and slaps DeBough's hand. Then Wynkoop returns to Kayne, hauls him off the canvas and leads him to the neutral corner. While DeBough ascends Team Tidal Wave's corner, Wynkoop sets up Simon Kayne on the top rope, and climbs up with him, hooking on a front facelock.] DDK: We've got some tandem strategy happening here, Angus! Wynkoop sets up the superplex-- [WHAM!] DDK: --and HITS it! And now DeBough takes flight! [WHAM!] DDK: BEAUTIFUL SPLASH by Tyson DeBough, and he landed it SQUARELY on the chest of Simon Kayne! DeBough with the cover! 1... 2... [The referee's hand is this close to dropping for the three when Travis Zahn slips into the ring and drops an elbow on DeBough's head, breaking the pin.] DDK: And Zahn makes the save for Kayne. He's absolutely proven his worth as a captain for Team Stampede tonight. AS: I'm sure he'll find that a consoling thought when his team LOSES! DDK: You're an idiot. [As Zahn backs away toward his corner, DeBough jumps up in a rage, shouting epithets in Zahn's direction. The OCW team captain just smirks and shrugs his shoulders, as he ducks through the ropes to the apron.] DDK: Well, DeBough must've thought he had that one in the bag. The guy's furious, Angus. AS: He should be! Someone's always out to ruin your life. [DeBough stands there staring at Zahn, nostrils flaring, a moment. But then he gives a "whatever" wave of the hand and turns to deal with Kayne further. Suddenly, DeBough spins around again -- and charges right for Zahn, crashing into him with his shoulder and popping Zahn off the apron to the floor!] AS: Attaboy, Tyson! He had that coming! DDK: And here I was, thinking he was just going to carry on with the match, but no, he needed retaliation THAT badly. [And the referee is practically having to physically restrain Jordon and Granger from entering the ring to go after DeBough. Satisfied, DeBough finally turns away from the OCW team and goes to intercept Simon Kayne, who is starting to stir again.] [Putting a stop to any thoughts of a comeback with a kneedrop to the skull, DeBough heads for his own corner and tags off to Brian Fisher. As Fisher begins to climb to the top of Team Tidal Wave's corner, DeBough drags Kayne to a better position, and then he runs to a neutral corner and scales to the top as well.] AS: Man, this is not Simon Kayne's night! DDK: He's definitely not going to last much longer if this scheme succeeds! [Brian Fisher crouches on the top rope, steadying himself with hands on the ropes, waiting for his cue as Tyson DeBough stands on his own top turnbuckle, readying for flight.] [And then--] DDK: LOOK OUT FOR ZAHN! [--Travis Zahn appears on the apron, and lunges at DeBough, knocking him sideways off the top rope! But DeBough doesn't fall all the way: one foot catches in the turnbuckles, and he flops upside down, hanging awkwardly over the floor by one knee!] AS: Now that was totally uncalled-for! DDK: Weren't you the one who said ZAHN had it coming to HIM? What about turnabout being fair play? AS: This is NOT fair! DDK: Well, DeBough just went from flight preparation to this extremely painful looking situation, and-- what the hell is Zahn doing now? [In fact, Travis Zahn is climbing up the very same corner that he'd just pushed DeBough down from, while DeBough flails desperately below him, calling for help. Zahn stands up on the top, looking down at his upside-down prey. Then he jumps off.] DDK: Oh SHIT-- [--And stomps Tyson DeBough on the bottom of the jaw on the way down.] AS: Oh SHIT! [And when Zahn lands on the floor, DeBough isn't struggling or screaming anymore. He's just hanging there, limp as a doll.] [Zahn turns and sneers at the inverted man. Then he raises his hand and slaps DeBough across the face with his open palm. It raises a red welt on the flesh of the cheek, but otherwise there's no conscious reaction.] [Brian Fisher, who'd been perched for an aerial assault on Simon Kayne, is staring with some alarm.] DDK: I think we're gonna need some trainers or a doctor out here, Angus. This doesn't look good to me. AS: Seriously now, did Travis Zahn have any reason to do that? DID he? DDK: Well, all I can tell you is that DeBough started something, and Zahn finished it, at least as far as we can see here... [As for Zahn, he's on his way back to join his team on the apron, clapping his hands together as if he's just completed a job to his satisfaction. In the ring, Fisher has jumped down from the top rope and headed for the corner where his teammate hangs by his leg, Kayne forgotten for the moment. Wynkoop drops to the floor and goes to hold DeBough steady while Fisher extricates the caught foot; and when it's free, Wynkoop eases his partner to the ground as carefully as he can.] [At this point a small army of WWA officials, trainers and paramedics shows up, towing a gurney behind them, loaded with straps and foam blocks for immobilizing the head. Fisher and Wynkoop leave DeBough in their care and turn their attention back to the match, their animosity level bumped one notch higher.] DDK: We've got trained medical personnel on hand, so DeBough is getting good care from them... but it sure looks like he's not going to be finishing this match with the rest of the team! And Fisher and the others do NOT look happy about this. AS: Neither would I. Look, theSAUERKRAUT is down one guy -- it's a handicap match now! DDK: Yes... there's that... but how about the fact that one of their own has just been taken out by Team Stampede? By representatives of the region that theSTAGE hates? AS: I guess that sucks, too. [By this point, Kayne has recovered sufficiently to make his way back to his corner, where he stands now, about to tag off to Lemual Jordon. Seeing this, Fisher barks out to him, wags his finger 'no', and points at Zahn.] DDK: Here we go, Angus. Fisher says he wants Zahn in there. [Kayne glances at his team captain for direction. Zahn nods briskly, holds his hand out for the tag, and then steps through the ropes. He saunters to the middle of the ring and stands nose-to-nose with the Team Tidal Wave captain. Wearing a look of sheer hate, Fisher jabs Zahn in the chest with his index finger and shouts in his face: "You think you're hard? So you're hard, huh? Show me!"] [And then it's a knock-down-drag-out fistfight, with no semblance of style or technique: just two fighters swinging fists as hard as they can, aiming for whatever they can hit, taking the blows just as long as they can dish out more themselves.] [When the pace of the punching slows down, this boxing match turns into a choke fight, both men trying to wrap fingers around the other's windpipe. Grappling viciously, they end up in the ropes, and here Fisher gets the upper hand with a headbutt to Zahn's nose and a kneelift into the gut. Fisher whips Zahn to the opposite side, but Zahn stops midway and reverses the whip. Rebounding off the ropes, Fisher runs right into Zahn's waiting arms -- and he's PLANTED with a spinebuster! Zahn unloads with mounted punches, but Fisher shifts his weight and manages to reverse the positions, and now it's Team Tidal Wave's captain raining fists down on Travis Zahn.] [Struggling, Zahn is able to get out from under Fisher. They lock up again and Zahn goes for a whip, but Fisher blocks with a kick that lands suspiciously low in the abdomen. As Zahn doubles over and groans, Fisher executes a vertical leap -- and CLOCKS Zahn with a standing enzuigiri that puts him facedown.] [Quickly, Fisher goes to the corner and leaps to the top. Steadying himself, he measures the distance -- and then goes airborne!] DDK: Brian Fisher's going for everything!! [WHAM!] DDK: And gets EVERY BIT of it! INCREDIBLE shooting star press lands across the back of Travis Zahn! He rolls Zahn over, and this is gonna be it: 1... 2... 3-- DDK: BROKEN UP by Lemual Jordan and Dominic Granger! Fisher can't believe it... and here come Mandrake and Wynkoop! AS: Here we go again! [Wynkoop barrels into the back of Jordon, knocking him into a corner, while Granger just barely avoids the diabolical hands of Victor Mandrake by diving to one side. With Kali shrieking her head off at ringside, Granger sidesteps Mandrake another time, but has the chutzpah to deliver a kick to the giant's weakened left knee. A daredevil at heart, Granger does it again -- but this time it costs him, because Mandrake finally gets both hands on the cruiserweight. Lifting Granger up by the neck, Mandrake snarls in his face -- and then PLASTERS him on the ring canvas with a choke bomb.] [Over in the corner, a barrage of right hands by Wynkoop is keeping Jordon in place, forcing the larger man to cover up. Wynkoop capitalizes with a sharp kick to the midsection, then hooks the head, trying to hoist Jordon up onto the top rope. But Jordon resists, and counters with a clubbing blow to Wynkoop's back, folding him over. Now it's Jordon's turn: he reaches down with a gutwrench, lifts Wynkoop onto his mighty shoulder -- and SLAMS him down with an inverted front powerslam!] DDK: What a DOMINATING move by the powerful Lemual Jordon! AS: But look out for Fisher! [SMACK!] DDK: SUPERKICK by Brian Fisher! Jordon is DOWN! [As Jordon blearily rolls to the outside, Fisher and Mandrake converge in their corner, where Fisher tags off to the seven-foot monster. Taking over, Mandrake goes over to where Travis Zahn is picking himself up with difficulty. Mandrake helps him upright, but that's the extent of his assistance: now he pushes Zahn against the ropes and raises one thick arm... before slamming it down against Zahn's chest, compressing the ribcage and forcing a hacking cough out of the smaller man.] DDK: This is a bad situation for Zahn, and he needs to tag out as soon as possible. AS: Even with only three members, theSOCKEYE's team is still kicking a lot of ass! [Setting Zahn up in the ropes, Mandrake charges off into the opposite ropes and rebounds, cocking his arm for the Clothesline from Hell -- but suddenly he stumbles as if his foot caught on something, and nearly falls on his face.] AS: HEY! Lemual Jordon hooked Mandrake's foot! [Mandrake whips around, sees Jordon standing just outside the ring, and comes to the same conclusion. Furious, Mandrake points down at "The Colt", demanding he own up, and the referee wants answers too -- but Jordon feigns innocence, and starts pantomiming the action of peeling a banana and throwing the skin into the ring.] DDK: Haha, he's saying someone must've left a banana peel in there, and Mandrake slipped on it. AS: Bullshit! I SAW what he did! [Just as Mandrake is making a murderous face at Jordon, he's suddenly jolted as Simon Kayne and Dominic Granger dive low at the backs of his knees, both at the same time! The attack is too much for joints already tired from exertion and weakened from damage -- and Mandrake goes down, first hitting the top rope with his chest, then bouncing back to land on the canvas!] [Brian Fisher and Doug Wynkoop try to enter the ring, but Kayne and Granger charge into them, knocking the two theSTAGE wrestlers off the apron. And at the same time, Travis Zahn is reaching for his own corner...] [...And Jordon sprints around the ring and vaults onto the apron to meet him!] DDK: Jordon is BACK in the ring! None too soon for Zahn! [As Zahn gratefully returns to his spot on the apron, Jordon slips through the ropes, his gaze intently fixed on Victor Mandrake as the huge wrestler battles against his own failing limbs to stand up.] DDK: What's he got in mind, Angus? You know Jordon was placed on this team to fulfill a specific mission! AS: Yeah, he's here to neutralize Mandrake -- but so far everything he's done to Mandrake, he's needed help to do! And Jordon's gotten knocked around quite a bit since this match began, so if he couldn't take out Diablo at the START, what chance has he got NOW? DDK: But the look on his face, Angus -- Lemual Jordon BELIEVES he can do it! AS: Oh god... [Finally upright but toddling on treacherous legs, Mandrake gingerly lets go of the rope and turns around... and then Jordon makes his move. "The Colt" goes to scoop up the 400-plus-pound adversary, pain from his battered back evident in the lines on his face--] AS: He's never gonna do it. [A hoarse cry of mortal effort escapes Jordon's throat -- and Mandrake leaves his feet!] DDK: He's doing it! [Jordon scoops Victor Mandrake up into his arms!] AS: I don't believe it! [Every muscle in Lemual Jordon's body is bulging with tension under his chocolate skin... and then he turns Mandrake upside down and just plain ol' SLAMS the big son of a bitch in the middle of the ring!] [And this crowd? Goes FREAKIN' NUTS.] DDK: HE DID IT! AS: I DON'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW! DDK: I'll tell you what you just saw! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED, that's what! [Quivering from exertion, Jordon nevertheless has enough in him to run to the side of the ring, grip the ropes, and roar a victory cry into the crowd. He gets a standing ovation in reply.] [Then, following along the ropes for support, Jordon goes past Mandrake -- still laid out flat from the impact of a 425-pound bodyslam -- and tags to Simon Kayne, with instructions to "Finish him off!" Obligingly, Kayne mounts the Team Stampede turnbuckles and perches on the top rope in preparation to fly!] DDK: Here we go! This is gonna end the match if he hits it! AS: I can't watch this... DDK: Kayne stands up... he JUMPS! TOP ROPE DIVING ELBOWDROP!! [WHAM!!] DDK: --DOES NOT CONNECT! AS: HAHA! DDK: Kayne put everything on the line there, but Mandrake rolled out of the way! [The result of the high-risk attempt: one Simon Kayne, rolled up on the canvas and hugging his ribs tightly; and one Victor Mandrake, on his front side, hitched up on his hands.] [Suddenly, hands grab at Team Stampede's feet, pulling them down off the apron -- it's Brian Fisher and Doug Wynkoop, having sneaked around the outside of the ring. Fisher quickly thrusts Granger into the ringsteps with a BANG, and then joins Wynkoop in beating down on the heads and backs of Jordon and Zahn...] [...And in the ring, Mandrake ponderously struggles to his knees, then up on one knee, then all the way up to a standing position. He grabs hold of the suffering Kayne, pulls him upright too, then lifts him up across Mandrake's shoulders. A second later, Mandrake throws himself sideways and drives Kayne head-first!] DDK: THE KILLING FIELDS! Mandrake NAILS his signature move right there! Kayne folded up like an accordion... and Mandrake covers for the pin! 1... [Jordon tries to dive into the ring to make the save--] 2... [--but Fisher snatches his boot and drags him back out!] 3! [Ding, ding, ding!] DDK: And we've got a winner, at last! [The ordeal over, Brian Fisher and Doug Wynkoop slip into the ring to join their teammate. Mandrake pushes himself up to a seated position, and rests there for a moment, wiping sweat out of his eyes before directing a hostile gaze out at Lemual Jordon. There's a similar look passing between Zahn and Fisher, and even Wynkoop is looking down at the motionless form of Kayne with some turbulent emotion. After a few moments, Mandrake's comrades help him up.] Scarlett Johansson: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, and the team that will move on to the semi-final round: TEAM TIDAL WAVE! [There's a mixed reaction, as the cheering fans of the wrestlers from theSTAGE and the booing fans of the wrestlers from OCW compete for dominance. Fisher, Mandrake and Wynkoop raise their hands in victory, savoring the moment.] DDK: Well, Angus, theSTAGE is going to the semis... but whether Tyson DeBough is going to be able to compete on the team is still up for debate. He looked to be in bad shape after Travis Zahn was done with him. If he's not cleared to wrestle, then Team Tidal Wave is looking at entering Day Two of Summer Games with one man short. AS: That's how the game is played, sad to say! DDK: Indeed. Anyway, let me say congratulations to the winning team... and it was also a great effort by Team Stampede, who gave it their all and shouldn't feel ashamed in any way of their performance tonight.
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[Okay. Slow your breathing.] [You’ve been reading up on yoga and meditation. Use it. Relax. Center yourself.] [There’s a lot to think on, and a lot to prepare for.] [Blasier’s effectively a wall of force. A cult of personality, a tower of power. He’s going to come in with technical skills I’ve never even seen. Never thought of. Never been around, save perhaps my brief time hanging with Eric Dane.] [And so, I have to think on how to beat him-] “JOHN HENRY~!” “MOMMA~!” [The Henry clan had come to visit.] [Five strong, they were, with John’s brothers, Andre, Isaih, and Lemarr Henry, and lil’ Susie Henry, as well as Momma Henry. And all were flooding into the room, grins as wide and as clear as the full moon on a cool Kentucky night.] [John stood from his seat on the floor, his overalls belted around his waist, his white t-shirt tight on his chest, and held out his arms, scooping up all four of his siblings, for a beloved, long-missed hug. The four hugged John back, until the one in the middle, Isaih, squeaked, and began to smack John on the head.] “Air, John! Air!” [It looked like six months of Hawaiian education had been enough to make the younger Henry siblings start to lose their accents. Good… While it had been a good quirk for John’s particular profession, it wasn’t good for just about anything else.] [John chuckled, letting his siblings down, ruffling the hair of all of them with a gentle pat, before he straightened, turning to his Momma. She stepped in, all a-glow at her baby boy all grown up, wearing a lovely flower-print dress. John wouldn’t know, but it happened to be Hibiscus-print. In fact, all of the Henries were clad in their Sunday best, Momma and Susie wearing big straw sunhats, the three boys in white button-up shirts and black pants with awkwardly done ties, Momma and Susie both in flower-print sundresses. They all did indeed look good…] [Seeing as Momma would probably scream her lungs out for John, it was an interesting choice of outfits. John just smiled, and shook his head. Momma and John embraced, John giving her a pleasant kiss on the forehead.] “Ah dun miss’d yuh, Mommah.” “Oh, I miss’d yew too, baby.” [After a moment, the two broke their hug, and all of the fambly sat down, John giving a happy sigh.] “Ah wuzn’t sho’ iffen th’ tick’ts Ah dun sent wuz gon’ get they in tahm…” [Momma Henry just smirked.] “Andre learn’d dat he’s a whiz wit’ computuhs. He was gon’ orduh some if yew couldn’t get us no-… Any.” [Momma was learning, too. And she smiled widely, beaming at her newfound “lack” of accent.] “Dass goo’.” [John nodded, putting his hands to his head, indexes rubbing his temples. Momma looked on in concern, reaching over to put a hand on her baby’s shoulder.] “What’s wrong, John?” [John sighed deeply, as his brothers and sister looked up at him. They idolized him. How could they not? He had fed them for years.] “Ah dunno wut t’ do. Y’see… Ah’s faysin’ th’ bigges’ chal’n’g’ Ah evuh dun fays’d.” [John looked up slowly, eyes unfocusing.] “Ah dun thot Ah mayd frien’s wif ‘im, but Ah nevuh trus’d ‘im. So, ‘e turn’d on m’, an’ hit me wif a chaih.” “Den, ‘e sez dat ‘e’s gon’ kill hisself a fo’k legind. ‘E wo’k’d hahduh in ‘is lahf, an’ desuhvs it mo’. An’ den, ‘e tried t’ hu’t me by goin’ fo’ m’ haht.” [A shake of the giant’s head, as he looked down, sadly.] “Ah nevuh thot ‘e wuz m’ bes’ frien’, but Ah thot ‘e wuz a good puhsun, ‘t leas’…” [Well. You say something like that about a son to a mother, and you’ll get a rabid animal, slavering and snarling. Momma Henry looked like she was about to go find Blasier, and hit a Sledgehammer herself on him.] “John Henry, you lissen t’ me, an’ you lissen GOOD~! This Blayseer feller you’re fightin’, is nothin’ but a lowdown dirty scoundrel of a man! A gutless, witless, spineless yellow-bellied coward! I’s done some readin’ on him, and he’s jus’ a bad man!” [Momma Henry took ahold of John’s shoulders, shaking him once, firmly.] “He’s lower than a snake’s belly, and you don’t lissen t’ a word he says! He’s jus’ trying t’ make you doubt y’self, jes’ like he knows you’ve done y’ whole life!” [She stared into her son’s eyes.] “He wants t’ call you a bad puhson, wit’ no values, an’ no honor, when he’s the one who attacked his brother for no good reason, jus’ t’ try and make himself look like a bad guy?!” [John nodded, looking down a bit.] “Yes’m. Ah’s not b’leev’in’ ‘im much… Still, it nevuh feels nahs when a felluh dun lies t’ yo’ fays, an’ ain’t got no r’grets ‘bowd it.” [John stood up, smiling softly.] “It be nahs t’ see yuh, Momma. Yew an’ th’ boys an’ Susie go an’ fahn’ yo seats. They be fron’ row.” [It wasn’t a tearful goodbye, but everybody did have a bit of moisture in their eyes before they left. And much hugging happened. In fact, the youngest boy, Lemarr, tugged John’s arm down low, and told John to win the match for him. John said he would.] [The fambly left, and John Henry sighed deeply, putting his hand to his eyes. He sunk to the floor, knees coming to his chest with a bit of a depressed sigh.] [Breathe in slowly… Center yourself…]
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[Outside the Champ's locker room.] [Ryan Blasier is seen pacing in a small semicircle in the backstage hallway, as a couple of stage hands are busy at work, careful to keep their distance from the volatile champion. [The expression on his face as though his mind is elsewhere, and his legs move on autopilot. He wears his black wrestling tights, with silver trim, but still wears his casual dress shirt, as if a thought had struck him midway during his change from street clothes to wrestling attire.] [Suddenly, a loud clapping noise is heard from one of the darker corners of the backstage. As Blasier peered into the darkness to see the source of the noise, Victor Mandrake emerged.] "Bravo, Blasier. Bravo." [Startled momentarily, Blasier's eyes go wide. Then recognition sets in, and his eyes narrow to slits. He glanced over his shoulder, as if expecting an ambush, then turns to face Mandrake.] "Victor, isn't it? What do you want?" [Blasier glanced toward the World title, resting on a crate a few feet from where Blasier stood, then back at Mandrake.] "Who sent you?" "No one except for myself," Victor answered. "I just like to pay the World Champions a visit every once in a while and see how they're treating my belt." [Despite his apparent suspicions, this actually caused Blasier to laugh.] "Do you always live in the past, Victor? This belt hasn't been around your...rather large waist for quite some time, now. And as long as it's in *my* possession, it won't be yours for an even longer time." [Even as he spoke the words, Blasier instinctively took the couple of steps closer to where the World title lay, and picked it up, to hold protectively in his arms.] "Like a parent cradling their beloved child..." Victor lamented. "I could take my belt from you as easily as I stole it from Dane, but that's not why I've come here." [Blasier raised an eyebrow.] "Is that so? Rather big words. If I didn't already have an important match later tonight, I might be tempted to test that theory." Blasier smiled. "But since we're both busy men today, I'll humor you...for now. Why are you here, then?" [He held a hand up to forestall response from Mandrake.] "But make it quick. The stench of Eric Dane on your breath is making me ill." [Victor chuckled.] "Your arrogance aside, I've come to congratulate you on the remarkable job on luring John Henry in just to turn your back on him on the last possible moment before the grandest stage of them all takes foot. Of course, I don't know if 'remarkable' is the proper adjective given John's intelligence quota, but a commendable job nonetheless. I'm just curious as to whether or not you've even considered the repercussions of your actions." [Blasier shrugged, as an amused smile crept across his expression.] "Let the repercussions come. I did what I did to Henry for the same reason I'll do it to anyone who has the gall to try and take what is rightfully mine." he says, as he glances down at the World title, now resting over his right shoulder. "I'm a little offended you'd confuse me with these other mindless drones who do something without realizing the possible consequences." [Blasier's mirth disappeared almost instantly, his eyes narrowing suspiciously once more.] "But something tells me there's more to your visit than what you say. Perhaps Henry is smarter than I gave him credit for. Perhaps he's employed you to..." [Victor cut him off.] "No one has employed me to do anything. I come of my own volition, this I assure you. Believe what stories about me as you may, but know that I am a man of my word." [He pauses, turning a skeptical eye towards Blasier as he takes a couple of steps towards him.] "I'm curious, however, why you seem to recoil from me and hold that belt a little tighter around your shoulder with each word that I speak. I don't make you nervous, do I Champ?" [Blasier shot him an even glare.] "Nervous you might go on another cannibal spree and try to munch on an appendage? Yes. Nervous you're as psychotic as your reputation dictates, and thus might decide to pull a weapon on me? Yes. Nervous that you'd ever be able to defeat me, in the ring, for this belt? Not on your life, chief." "Keep up the arrogance, and I might not even have to try and take my belt back from you," Victor warned. "But like I said, I've not come here to make idle threats, nor have I come to exchange witless banter from a worm such as you. Rather, I've come as an advisor of sorts, as someone who's been where you are, fighting in the worldwide spotlight against seemingly implausible odds. I mean, John Henry has the significant height and weight advantage over you. I wonder what you'll do when your games stop working and the Steel Drivin' Man gets those giant sized hands around your throat for what you've done to him." [Blasier fixed Mandrake with an amused grin, tilting his head.] "All right, then, Victor. Humor me. In your infinite wisdom, what do you suggest I do to offset Henry's strength and weight advantage? After all, you'd know about 'significant weight' better than most, wouldn't you?" [Blasier crossed his arms over his chest, waiting patiently - or as patiently as Blasier was capable - for Mandrake's reply. Victor just chuckled.] "Well, I'm certain I don't need to tell you to use his speed against him. You already know you're much more agile and faster then him. And you know you're smarter then him too, as evident in your plot to get him close only to drive that knife into his back." "What you're not realizing, what you're not seeing, is what you've done to Henry, what you've awoken inside of him. Spare me your homosexual insinuations for a moment and allow me to elaborate. You see, Johnathan is a somewhat of a conflicted man. Conflicted by wanting to tear you apart and the guilt he would feel by doing so. So, this conflict creates in him an unstability, an inability to properly channel his emotions to the point where he will most likely erupt into a killing machine. To put it simply, Mr. Blasier, he'd turn into me. Someone who's not after the gold, but after your blood. You're playing a dangerous game, and I don't think you have the wits to survive it." [Blasier smirked.] "Perhaps you're correct. Perhaps I've awoken something I cannot control. Or perhaps I've got him right where I want him." [He began to walk past Mandrake, but shot a parting comment.] "I guess we'll see which one of us is correct later tonight." [Victor grinned.] "For your sake, Ryan, I hope it is you." [Blasier kept on walking.] "Until next time, Champion."
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[A dark room.] [Sitting in the middle of three brooms, two mops, a bucket of soapy water, a rack of different cleaning chemicals, and a bag of sawdust, was one of the most famous men in the arena.] [The man who quite a few of the buyrates were depending on to pop the money spent on this show. The undefeated in singles competition, unstoppable monster of the mountains, the Summit Champion, and possibly the World Champion, after this evening.] [The man who out-hammered the steam drill come back to life. The living legend, and the idol of thousands of people who felt that education was pointless OR that honesty was a wonderful trait and should be emulated.] [And he didn’t know what the Christ to do.] [His hands were pressed to his eyes as he sat on the plastic footstool in the dim, faded light of the single, uncovered lightbulb.] “Y’ got Mahk Bell… Who dun says Ah gots t’ not give Blayseeyuh a chans t’ breath, an’ t’ go out they an’ make m’se’f m’ own legind.” [A sigh.] “Y’ gots m’ momma… Who dun says Ah gots t’ go out they, beet Blayseeyuh wif m’ honistee an’ troof, an’ use m’ strenth t’ beet ‘im.” [Another sigh.] “Y’ gots Deeyablow… who dun says Ah gots t’ unleesh th’ hatr’d dat Ah gots insahd. Ah gots t’ use th’ rayg an’ hate an’ anguh an’ beet Blayseeyuh ‘till ‘e’s dead frum it.” [A shake of the big head.] “But… Ah kin’t do ‘em all… M’ momma’s allus been raht… but Mahk Bell AN’ Deeyahblow dun been Worl’ Champeens befo’…” [John’s head hung low. He was as lost as ever. No guiding light, no nothing.] “All Ah needs nah is fo’ Eric Dayn t’ show up an’ tell m’ t’ use submishins an’ suchlahk t’ beet Blayseeyuh.” [A soft chuckle, as John hid his face in his hands.] “Mebbe…” “Mebbe Ah kin do alla ‘em…” [John blinked, as he lowered his hands, staring at the floor, eyes unfocused.] “Mebbe… Iffen Ah goes out they wif m’ own stahl… Use m’ strenth an’ powuh…” [A soft, shy, childlike smile began to appear.] “Not use no unduh-hand’d tricks, lahk Ah’s sho’ dat Blayseeyuh’s gon’ do…” [He nodded a wee bit.] “An’ beet th’ heck out o’ ‘im wif m’ big-ass han’s, knock ‘im ‘roun’ wif m’ sahz, an’ not gib ‘im no chanset t’ get ‘is win’… Mebbe not evin let ‘im get a chanset t’ run ‘roun’, lahk Riley did…” [John stroked at his chin with a thumb.] “Mebbe none o’ they wuz raht… O’ mebbe they all wuz.” [The big man nodded, standing slowly. He stepped to the door, and turned the knob, stepping out into the light of the hallway, the door nearly smacking a woman in the face. She stepped back, and John closed the door, glancing to her.] [She was staring at John, a wee bit annoyed from the door almost smashing her face in, but a bit awed by his size…] [And that was the point where someone opened a door to the outside, and a sharp wind kicked up, gusting through the hallway.] [Miz Scarlett Johansson, the ring announcer for the evening, blushed brightly as the wind shot through, lifting the front of her dress, flashing the lovely black bikini-cut undergarments she chose to wore this evening. Hands smacked at the fabric, and held it down as the wind died down. John Henry blinked a bit, and smiled softly.] “You wuz in th’ Islin’, wit dat felluh Mikal Clahk Dunkin dat peepul say Ah looks lahk!” “Um. Yes. Yes I was.” “Yew’s a good actuh.” “Thank you.” “…Got nahs legs.” “Thank you.” [Scarlett Johansson blinked, rather embarrassed. At least he was handsome. And didn’t seem to be a lecher.] “Yew have uh nahs nite.” [John turned, and began to head back toward his locker room. He might now know exactly what he’s gonna do… But he has a decent idea.]
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WfWA World Championship Match John Henry vs Ryan Blasier (C) *************************************************************** DDK: Well we know who exactly will be going to Canada with a chance of winning Summer Games seven, what’s left to be decided is the fate of the World Heavyweight Championship. AS: This is bigger than anything else in your life period, the WWA World Heavyweight Championship made famous by the likes of Eric Dane. DDK: Michael Lennox. AS: Kevin Cage DDK: Matt McClain AS: CJ Rowell DDK: Terrence 'Twister' Thompson AS: I knew you'd mention fellow. But even though he held it, it's still what any wrestler in the World wants around his waste more than anything else. DDK: That's very true, it seems as though everybody's been longing for John Henry to get a shot at the title, he's been the talk of every town he's wrestled in, every wrestling chat room and there's not a man been set before him that he hasn't beaten. AS: But he's never come across Ryan Blasier has he? Never once beaten the Champion. DDK: They've never been booked to face. AS: Blasier's as cunning as any man alive; if that guy has an ounce of integrity he hasn't shown it. All that is important to him is keeping that title, staying on top of the pile. Hell he even pretended to like Henry but ending up clouting him with a chair during a tag match. DDK: It's nothing compared to what he did to take the title from Steele, I'm not going into details but it's not right folks. AS: Enter, the oaf! [The arena slowly went silent, fans sitting on their hands in order to do so. It was time, or so said their programs. Time for destiny to be decided. The biggest show of the year, the biggest stage of them all, and now… One of the biggest matches since Bush met Gore. One of the biggest showdowns since Mike Bell and Eric Dane locked up for the last time. One of the most final of final showdowns since the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny, but this time, there’d be no stupid Chuck Norris jokes.] [No. It was time. The announce-woman in the ring adjusted his dress some, and lifted his microphone to her lips, casting an expansive look over the assembled crowd.] “Ladies and gentlemen in attendance…” [The people buzzed, all of them anticipating the match. Even if they didn’t like either man in this match, and it was the rare person who didn’t like one or the other… It promised to be something interesting.] “For all the thousands watching around the world…” [The people watched with open eyes, staring at the announcer-woman like he were Jesus come back down to preach the updated Gospel, complete with “Thou wilt stop being total fucking assholes”. He grinned, loving the attention. He got off on it, those thousands staring at him.] “It’s time for the main event.” [A deafening cheer went up from the crowd, the announcer-woman drowned out for a moment by the sheer volumes of the screams. Knowing the tradition, challenger coming out first, then champ, the fans began to chant, waving inflatable sledgehammers like flags.] “HEN-RY! HEN-RY! HEN-RY!” [The announcer-woman grinned, and waved a hand towards the entryway of the arena.] “HE IS THE WMW SUMMIT CHAMPION…” [Woooooooohoooooooolypoooooop the cheers went. The chanting continued, people stomping away in a steady, rhythmic pattern as the announcer man paused dramatically, fingers splayed as he pointed toward the back with his whole hand.] “HE IS THE STEEL DRIVIN’ MAN…” [The announcer girl’s words could barely be heard over the chanting and cheering, and John even had his own line of cheering people in the front row of the arena, right next to the ring. A big, middleaged woman of African descent, three teenaged boys of the same, and a pretty young girl, nearing ten years of age, a family of five… The Henry clan. And a few seats down, a beautiful dark-haired femme wearing a John Henry t-shirt, back from the C2W days of his career, an inflatable WMW sledgehammer waving around as she cheered, standing, like nine tenths of the arena.] “WEIGHING IN AT THREE HUNDRED SEVENTY FIVE POUNDS, STANDING TALL AT SIX FOOT ELEVEN, FROM TUCKER’S CORNER, MISSOURI… HE IS JOOOOOOOOOOOOOHN HEEEEEEEEENRY~!” [The arena’s screaming went on, like the people had been told to cheer or die… But no music, whatsoever. Usually, the house speakers would be kicking to life with whatever song the challenger came to the ring using, but not this time… A few sounds, chaotic, and random, echoed from the speakers, but it just sounded like someone moving around sound equipment. And then… it happened.] [The arena went dark, a set of five spotlights all turning to focus their eternal glow onto a silver-steel pyramid structure standing next to the entryway ramp, an as of yet unused and unexplained bit of decoration silhouetted in the light.] [A line split the pyramid, from about halfway up, turning into an upside down T, and the pyramid’s sides began to blossom open, splitting into three long triangles of metal. As the structure opened, a group of people, nearly twenty or twenty five of them, stood on it, dressed in long black robes, a single man standing in the front of the group, a microphone in his hand.] [The people, all women save the man, began to stomp their feet in time with one another, as the man took a step forward, a few streaks of gray at the temples of his hair, but otherwise looked like a perfect example of a black minister, a kindly face, and as he held the mike to his lips, a strong voice.] [The people who had recorded John Henry’s theme song, “Wasn’t That A Big Ol’ Storm”, the New York Restoration Choir, were here, and were singing it, live for him, and as they did, the curtains somewhat to their left parted, and out stepped the man himself, a huge grin on his lips.] [Sledgehammer held high, those normal blue overalls on his legs, a gray t-shirt underneath the overalls, John was grinning like a kid in a candy store, flashbulbs illuminating the man as he stood under those lights. His golden title, the WMW Summit Championship, was held on his other shoulder, a big hand clapped to the faceplate of the belt. He began to walk, glancing over to the Choir with a grin. Some of the women there waved at John as they sang, and he just chuckled some.] [Climbing up the apron, and over the top rope, John ascended smoothly into the ring, and went up one of the turnbuckles, holding that sledgehammer and that Summit title high, one in each hand, bathed in the glory of the light of those cameras. This could very well be one of the greatest moments of John Henry’s life.] DDK: What a rousing reception the challenger has received, can John Henry, beast of a man take the title here tonight. AS: He can, but will he, it all depends on the Champion, speaking of which he's due out next I doubt he'll have a choir to serenade him to the ring, and if he did there would be some ulterior motive as how & why. [As “My Hero” by the Foo Fighters plays over the PA system, Ryan Blasier emerges from the back.] Scarlett Johansson: And making his way to the ring, hailing from Detroit, Michigan & weighing in at 231 lbs, he is the WWA WORLD HEAVYWIGHT CHAMPION... [Blasier is wearing his black full length wrestling tights, with silver trim along the legs, and a white t-shirt which reads “By Any Means Necessary” on the front. Around his waist is the biggest prize in the business, the shining example of what being the epitome of the sport is all about.] [The WWA World Heavyweight Title.] Scarlett Johansson: RRRYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNN BBBBLLLLAAAAASSSSIIIEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Blasier unbuckles the belt from around his waist and holds it up high in the air. He has a permanent grin on his face as he glances around at the fans while he walks to ringside. He exchanges the odd word with various fans along the way, taunting them by holding up the WWA World title.] [As he reaches the ring, Blasier slides under the bottom rope. Blasier mounts one of the turnbuckles and hoists his right arm up in the air, holding the WWA World title belt high. He then leaps down off the turnbuckle and then leans casually against one of the turnbuckles with a huge grin on his face, title belt draped over his right shoulder. ] [Blasier hands the referee his WWA World title and then removes his t-shirt, tossing it into the crowd for some lucky spectator to keep as a souvenir.] AS: Far less an idyllic entrance, Blasier looks like a man on a mission, he's all business. DDK: Agreed. So you want a bet on this, who you picking. [The referee drew the two competitors together, they stood next to each other, Henry dwarfing Blasier who looked up into the giants eyes, the referee spoke to both men.] AS: I'm going with Blasier, that little chit chat about not gouging your opponents eye out, he's certainly not listening. DDK: That's true, I just think the odds are against the OCW guy, first off look at the size difference. Secondly you have to wonder what his mental state is coming into this match he's been paranoid to all hell and turning on Henry in a match where they were booked together show's he's worried about this. I have $10 that says Henry takes it. AS: Done, deal, you can write me a check when this match is over. [The referee sends the two competitors to their corners, when he was ready he called for the bell.] *Ding, Ding* [Henry is quick to come forward, Blasier circles, Henry taking up the centre of the ring, Blasier its extremities, Henry comes in for a tie up but Blasier avoids it sidestepping the challenger, Henry turns to chase, Blasier keeps backing away.] DDK: Blasier not ready just yet, playing cat & mouse. AS: Henry had to expect this, if Blasier ties up with him, Blasier isn't coming out on top. [Henry's plod around the ring continues as he pursue Blasier.] DDK: Come on now, lets get this on Blasier. [The crowd begin to get jittery, the first couple of boo's emanate from the upper tiers. Blasier stops, looks ready to tie up with Henry, Henry smiles, the two close in wiggling fingers, eager, Henry lunges Blasier sidesteps and quickly backs off.] AS: There is literally no point in the Champion tieing up, I'm telling you, why should he? DDK: He's booked in a match for heavens sake, because he's the World Heavyweight Champion. AS: That he is but he's also not retarded, I'm telling you if Blasier tie's up it's handing the initiative to the challenger. [Henry sighs and composes himself, the referee gives Blasier a look, Blasier sneers back. Henry approaches the champion who's actually calling him forward with hand gestures, Henry comes forward, readying himself for the tie up, Blasier with a quick rake of the eyes stuns Henry as the Champion nails the Steel Drivin Man with a series of knife edge chops, Blasier backs in to the ropes, rebounds off and catches Henry with a flying forearm, the staggering Henry looks open for another attack and Blasier looks for a Swinging Neckbreaker, gets it Henry goes down.] DDK: How big and brave of the Champion first move hit, an eye rake. AS: Worked didn't it? [Blasier is the first to his feet, but Henry isn't so far behind, Blasier unable to take advantage. Blasier leaps, looking for a dropkick but Henry steps into it and catches Blasier in Henry's big, strong arms. Blasier is spun around, around and dropped square onto his back, Henry drops chest-first onto the champ, to knock all the air out of him.] *POP* DDK: Clearly not. AS: 400 lbs on the chest can cause a hernia, not fun. [Henry drags Blasier back to his feet, as he pulls himself back up. Henry whips Blasier to the nearside corner and follows in with a chop to the chest that staggers Blasier, the challenger pulls the Champion from the corner and whips him to the ropes, Blasier rebounds into the grip of Henry, is elevated and side slammed onto the canvas. Henry rises back to his feet pulling Blasier with him. Blasier's lifted once more as Henry hits a Flapjack, Blasier landing stomach first on the canvas,] DDK: This is exactly what Blasier can't allow to happen, he can't allow Henry to dominate this match else he's pretty much toast. [Henry moves around and grabs the leg of Blasier, Henry rolls Blasier onto his back, looking for an elbow drop to the knee but Blasier kicks wildly with his free foot, catching Henry on the chin and allowing him to escape, Blasier scrambles under the bottom rope as Henry stands looking down from the ring, Blasier gesticulates, but the referee calls him back into the ring.] AS: Well the referee needs to get Henry away from the ropes, else Blasier enters to a huge disadvantage, that's exactly what Blasier's telling the buffoon in the black & white striped shirt right now. [Blasier's micro rant ends as the referee asks Henry to back away from the ropes, which the Steel Drivin Man is seemingly more than happy to do. Blasier slides back into the ring, but as soon as Henry makes a move towards him quickly slides back out without getting to his feet.] DDK: Blasier playing smart here, he's giving himself the maximum recuperation time, and trying to frustrate the challenger. [Henry motions to the referee, Blasier circles to the furthest point away from the pair and does slide back into the ring. Henry makes a move towards Blasier, Blasier's attack is quick a dropkick to the knee, Henry goes down to one knee, but is quickly back to his feet. But not quick enough as Blasier follows up with a left-right kick combo to the opposite knees, having taken a step backwards, Blasier hits a superkick that doesn't quite connect as he hoped, catching the chest of Henry and staggers the challenger against the ropes.] AS: Champ was just biding his time until he was able to catch Henry out. [With Henry on the rebound form the ropes Blasier follows up with a Springboard forearm smash, that sends Henry down. Blasier quickly back up hits a second rope Springboard 450 Degree Splash.] DDK: And then puts on a Cruiserweight style exhibition of Springboards. AS: Well the size on Henry means Blasier's regular array of moves are null & void. [Blasier covers, elbow stuffed into Henry's face.] [Blasier is thrown literally 3 feet in the air and two feet across the ring, Henry escaping before the referee had chance to slam his hand against the mat even once.] *POP* DDK: Impressive escape. [Blasier eyes tear into Henry with hate as Henry gets back to his feet, Blasier from a squatting position launches himself forward with a spear knocking Henry against the turnbuckle. Blasier lands one chop, then another, by the third the crowds calling each one.] AS: It was but Blasier must have known that he had no hope of beating his opponent right then, I think he was simply rubbing some salt into the wounds, trying to rile his opponent. There’s a psychological battle going on in that ring as well as a physical one. [As the crowd count the tenth chop of Blasier's hand against the chest of Henry, Blasier erks out a smile, before mounting the second turnbuckle and proceeds to reign closed fists to the forehead of Henry, once again the crowd count along.] DDK: Can't argue with that. AS: And I'm guessing that the one that wins the Psychological battle is the one that walks out of this arena as the champion. [Blasier jumps down off the second rope, Henry grabs Blasier by the head and headbutts him, sending Blasier to the canvas.] *POP* DDK: In a meeting of the minds right then it was Henry that was left standing. AS: That was a meeting of skulls dumbass, as if anyone's skull could be as thick as Henry's. [Henry, who has a handful of his hair draws Blasier looking a tad dazed back to his feet.] DDK: Suplex by Henry, Blasier must have thought Henry had been stunned by those mounted shots but he came straight back at the champion. [Once more Henry pulls Blasier back to his feet, this time Henry whips Blasier to the ropes, Blasier rebounds and is sent crashing to the canvas with a Lariat.] AS: Must feel like hitting a damn brickwall right there. [Blasier's down, Henry grabs a hold of Blasier's one leg and delivers an Elbow drop to the inside of the joint, before attempting to hyperextend the joint wrapping it around his trunk like body in a way it shouldn't bend. Blasier winces but then reaches over the head of Henry and attempts to poke him in the eye, Henry swats Blasier's hand away with his free huge paw, and gets back to his feet still with the lower half of Blasier's leg in his hand. Henry turns Blasier over onto his stomach and lifts the leg high in the air before slamming it down onto the canvas.] DDK: Henry knowing he was being out maneuvered in the early stages now concentrating on the knee's of Blasier, hoping I'm sure to slow the Champion down some. [Henry repeats the lifting of the leg and driving it into the canvas, before Henry twists Blasier over and then sits on his back while maintaining the hold of his leg.] DDK: Henry with a single leg Boston crab! [There are some jitters in crowd and first before, entire arena pop's wildly.] [Henry begins to rise, thinking he has the move sorted, Henry trying to increase the pressure exerted on the spine of Blasier's but it merely allows Blasier to escape, twisting beneath Henry’s spread legs and kicking the challenger in the nuts.] *HEAT* [Blasier takes advantage of the groinal aches of Henry and is quickly back to his feet, charges to the ropes, rebounds hitting another Dropkick to the knee, sending Henry down to a kneeling position, a Ryan Blasier enzuiguiri kick to the head see’s Henry fall face first to the canvas Blasier heads to the ropes once again at pace and rebounds and executes a running baseball slide into Henry’s face, that sends Henrys mass spinning on the canvas.] DDK: Henry obviously tried to take away the legs of Blasier to lessen his much smaller opponents speed, it's clearly not working, or hasn’t at least yet. [Up stands Blasier and rapidly, relentlessly stomps the body of Henry. Blasier pulls Henry to his feet as best he can and whips Henry to the ropes, it's reversed by Henry, Blasier hit's the ropes, rebounds swings for a clothesline, but Henry ducks, Champion hits the far side ropes, rebounds and as Blasier comes back, Henry grips put both hands on Blasier’s stomach, and shoots the Champion upwards, throwing Blasier skyward, with a flapjack toss. However, Blasier’s arms pinwheel and his legs kick, and as Blasier comes back down, Henry’s not quick enough be able to step back, and Blasier will hook John’s head, dropping down to his back with a huge DDT on the Steel Drivin’ Man!] *POP* AS: What a move, what a move by Blasier, it looked as though Henry was about to get back to an offensive stand point with that Flapjack but midair the Champion thought adjusted and nailed the challenger. After that I’m sure my ten bucks is safe. [Blasier covers.] [ONE!] [TWO!] DDK: Kick out by Henry! [Blasier’s back on his feet and is targeting the knees of the challenger, with lots of stomps.] AS: Looks like both men got the same idea here tonight, take their opponent out at the knees. [Blasier grabs the legs of Henry and looks to apply a Figure Four.] DDK: It's going to be tough for a man the size of Blasier to wrap those tree trunk like legs into a compacting hold like a figure four. [After several moments of contemplation with the legs of Henry in his hand Blasier shrugs and drops a leg across the exposed groin of the larger wrestler.] AS: Blasier agrees but it’s cool he can deal. [Blasier rises, Henry struggles to get back to a vertical base, Blasier mounts a turnbuckle, stalking the slow rising Giant.] DDK: I think Blasier is getting cocky now, he's ready to take some risks, having been very, very cautious to begin with. [Henry makes it to his feet and is on the wrong end of a Flying axe handle to the head, which staggers the challenger, Blasier follows up by a dropkick to Henry’s knee, dropping the big man to his on knee, finally a spinning heel kick to the head. sends Henry down once more.] AS: That combo's certainly got the big man reeling. [Blasier covers.] [ONE!] [TWO!] DDK: Henry rolls a shoulder off the canvas. [Blasier back to his feet stomps Henry, grabs his one leg and drives a knee into it. Blasier applies a kneebar, but Henrys size means that he can easily reach for the ropes, the referee calls for the break, Blasier does so on the count of four and a half. Blasier pops back to his feet quickly as Henry starts to get back to a crouching position, Blasier with a stiff kick into the stomach area, slows Henry but doesn't faze him. Blasier with a several kicks to the knee's of Henry tries to keep him down but Henry simply won't be kept down. Blasier charges to the ropes, rebounds swings for a clothesline but Henry sidesteps and ducks at the same time, Blasier’s arm grazing off the top of Big John’s head. Blasier hits the ropes, turns to come back, Henry with piston like fist hammers into Blasier in the face with his huge right hand. Blasier stumbles back but hits the ropes, rebounds, getting greeted by a forearm to the chest and jaw with it. Blasier falters further but makes it to the ropes bouncing back into a further Forearm to the chest that collapses the champ to his knees. Prone before Henry, who scoops Blasier up high in the air with a Gorilla Press Slam.] *POP* AS: Uh-Oh. [Henry keeps Blasier in the air a long, long time before finally ditching him to the floor.] DDK: Blasier dropped to the outside by Henry. [Henry steps over the top rope and jumps down to the outside area, he plucks Blasier back up and lifts him again with a Gorilla Press but Henry this time drops Blasier back inside the ring and rolls back in himself.] AS: Two Gorilla Presses one to the outside one back to the inside. Effective but aggressive enough for my liking. DDK: Henry's got a blood craving kinda guy. [Henry is the first to his feet and pulls Blasier up, scoops him in the air and drops him across his knee with a Backbreaker, Blasier slumps to the floor before he's heaved up again by Henry who can lifts Blasier high in the air with a Gorilla Press, this time however as Blasier is dropped Henry drops him once again across the knee of the big with another Backbreaker.] AS: Two backbreakers in a row has given Henry the advantage now, he needs to seize this and really tear into Blasier while Blasier's not moving. [Henry scoops Blasier back up, executes a forward-falling Powerslam, Henry drags Blasier back to his feet as the big man returns to his feet himself, Blasier is whipped to the ropes, rebounds into a Big Boot, Blasier hits it like hitting a brick wall and goes down in installments.] DDK: Considering the quick fire, aggressive offence that Blasier has offered us here tonight I think this could be Henry's big chance. [Henry stomps Blasier's body several times, then hoists the Champion back to his feet, Henry lifts Blasier and hits an Atomic drop, the stunner Blasier remains standing only for Henry to fell him with a short armed clothesline. Blasier slowly gets back up and Henry delivers another huge swinging clothesline, this time from behind. Henry picks Blasier up from the champs position face down on the canvas by his trucks and hits a Spinning Powerslam.] AS: Henry makes the cover. [ONE!] [TWO!] [Blasier kicks out. Henry pulls Blasier back to his feet and whips the Champ to the turnbuckle, Blasier hit's hard, Henry chops Blasier hard across the chest it sends Blasier down, Henry with a couple of stomps keeps Blasier down, before pulling Blasier back up by the arm and sending him across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle, Blasier hit's it hard chest first and staggers backwards, Henry grabs him from behind and tosses the Champ over with a German Suplex. Back on his feet again Henry stalks Blasier who slowly gets up, Henry charges in and takes Blasier down with charging Forearm.] DDK: This could be the beginning of the end of Ryan Blasier's championship reign, Henry cannot be allowed to dominate this match the way he is. [As Blasier reruns to his feet Henry grabs him and elevates him high into the air with a Belly to Belly Overhead throw.] *Pop* [Henry plods over and makes the cover.] [ONE!] [TWO!] AS: Not yet, Henry unable to put Blasier away. [Henry again turns Blasier over and again attempts to apply a Single Leg Boston Crab grabbing the leg of the champion and straddling him.] *POP* DDK: Well although this could be the most awkward looking Boston Crap in the History of wrestling, it's doing two things, it will effect Blasier how much I don't know but it also keeps the much smaller much quicker man from moving. Nullifying his advantage. AS: But this isn't going to win Henry the match, firstly he's not got it synched in properly and secondly he's way to near to the ropes, Blasier's literally within touching distance of them. [Blasier's stretching, reaching but can't quite get a hold of the ropes.] DDK: But will Blasier in that position be able to move near 400 lbs of Msucle that doesn't want to be moved? Somehow I just don't see it happening. [Blasier pulls himself up onto his elbows and attempts to move himself a little forward, he reaches for the ropes, his fingers scrape them but he can't get a hold of them. Henry notices the movement of the bottom ropes and drags Blasier into the centre of the ring.] *POP* AS: Now that’s a little more like it from the oaf! [The referee slides down and asks Blasier if he wants to quit, there's a look a shock on Blasier's face, he shakes his head.] DDK: The Steel Drivin man clearly hasn't gotten the Boston Crab perfected yet, but no doubt he will it's rare the man fails to achieve anything he sets him mind to. [Blasier's free leg flails, though the Boston crab clearly isn't going to win the match for Henry this time Blasier's reduced to wild kicking with his free led, he catches Henry several times, once in the gut next on the ear, guessing the Crab to be ‘work in practice’ Henry releases, though it's obvious Blasier's wild kicking hasn't forced him to quit.] AS: Well I think he's given that one up as a bad lot for today. [Henry pulls Blasier back to his feet lifts him and slams him into the canvas with a Running powerslam.] DDK: Cover by Henry. [ONE!] [TWO!] AS: Shoulder up, Blasier rolls a shoulder off the mat. [Henry pulls Blasier back to his feet, shoots him to the turnbuckle, follows in with a splash crushing Blasier between his own huge bulk and the turnbuckle, Henry doesn't allow the toppling Blasier to fall instead he grabs him elevates the Champ onto his own shoulders, Henry looks around, eyes wide, as he hooks Blasier’s head and legs, looking for all the world like he’s gonna nail a Death Valley Driver.] DDK: DVD? [But, John’s not the type. Henry pitchs Blasier forward, over his own head, and snaps a knee upward, cannoning a knee directly into Blasier’s face.] *Pop* AS: GO 2 SLEEEEEEEEEEEP~! [Blasier's prone, Henry covers.] [ONE!] [TWO!] [Three?] [Nothing] DDK: Blasier gets a foot on the ropes. [Henry eyes the referee confused until the referee points to the foot of the champion on the ropes. Henry shows a little sign of frustration slamming his big fist into the canvas, but is back on the ball lifting Blasier up with him, Henry scoop slams Blasier to the mat backs into the ropes and lands a big thigh across the face of the Champ.] AS: Now that's unpleasant, that thigh alone much weigh 50 lbs. Big, meaty and sweaty. Ugh. [Henry back to his feet pulls Blasier back to his feet and shoots him to the turnbuckle, backs off himself, points to the sledgehammer he brought to the ring.] *Pop" DDK: If Henry hits the Sledgehammer this one is over! [Henry charges in, Blasier spots him last second and manages to drop to the canvas and roll out of the way of danger, Henry looks rueful, Blasier staggers around on the floor getting his breath back.] AS: So'k the Champs still in this, just getting his wits about him, he had that one scouted. Had these bible-bashing idiots been have kept quiet Blasier may not have heard that coming. DDK: Champ drawing derision form the ringside fans but that wont faze him. [Blasier wonders around the outside, Henry thinks about going to join him but the referee puts a hand on the chest of Henry stopping him. The referee calls fro Blasier to re-enter the ring but just as he did previously Blasier motions for Henry to back up as the referee pleads to Henry Blasier charges forward diving through the legs of Henry, back into the ring, Blasier is quickly up Henry slow to turn, Neckbreaker by Blasier, takes Henry down.] AS: It’s like Luke Skywalker & the Rancor, who won that? DDK: Hardly. AS: Got to give Blasier credit he finds a way to take advantage of any adversity any situation. [With Henry on the mat, Blasier does a forward roll into a Somersault Senton.] DDK: I give Ryan Blasier great credit, he's the WWA Champion after all. [Blasier pulls Henry back to his feet a open handed chop to the throat stuns Henry, Blasier jumps hitting a dropkick to the chest that spins Henry around, the big man teeters and bounces off the ropes, Blasier hops up to the top turnbuckle and dives off taking the Challenger down with a diving clothesline.] AS: He has to pull out all the stops tonight, this is Summer Games the biggest event of the year. [Blasier stomps Henry relentlessly before driving a knee into Henry’s stomach, the champion lays in several mounted shots to the head of the Steel Drivin Man. Blasier pulls, Henry back to his feet and whips the challenger to the ropes, Henry bounces off and runs straight into a spinning heel kick by Blasier. Blasier’s up at the double and scales the turnbuckle.] DDK: Once again we see Blasier having to use the top rope to negate the huge size advantage Henry has over him. [Henry begins to get to his feet as Blasier leaps.] AS: Missile Dropkick perfection! [With Henry down Blasier covers.] [ONE!] [TWO!] DDK: Kick out by the Challenger. [Blasier frustrated gets back to his feet, stomps Henry again several times. Blasier backs off, Henry begins to rise to a seated position, Blasier charges at him, dropkicking him in the face, violently snapping Henry backwards.] AS: Blasier cannot allow himself to get frustrated, he has to stay focused, but it’s a bind wrestling a guy you can’t lift. [Blasier stands over Henry again, looks down on the Challenger with malice.] DDK: Nothing but hate in the eyes of the Champion. [Blasier, with a another stomp to keep Henry down, charges to the ropes, springboards off the second lands with a elbow drop to the chest of Henry. Blasier pulls Henry back to his feet, looks for an irish whip, it’s reversed, Blasier sent to the ropes, rebounds with a diving shoulder block to the front of Henry’s knee that sends the larger competitor twisting and reeling in the air, Blasier quickly mounts the second turnbuckle and leaps.] AS: Nothing but style in the way he’s wrestling. DDK: Blasier with a diving Elbow from the middle rope, could that do it? [ONE!] [TWO!] AS: Henry kicks out! [Blasier slams his fist into the canvas, then slides out the ring.] DDK: Where’s he going. AS: Why’d you think, what’d you do in this situation, Blasier’s thrown everything he can at Henry, but without being able to lift him is really struggling to put the huge man away. [Blasier shoves the timekeeper out the way, grabs the steel chair he was sitting on and snaps in shut. Blasier slides back in.] DDK: So this is the kind of Champion we have is it, one that uses a chair to get things done. AS: I think I may quote… by any means necessary. [The referee gets in Blasier’s face but he simply ignores the official pushing him off.] DDK: Yeah, what’s the referee gonna do end the show on the biggest night of the year with a cheap DQ win for the challenger, a get out of free card for the champ? AS: He could, but he won’t. You know that, Ryan Blasier knows that, even the oaf John Henry must have had an inclining. [Henry slowly gets to his feet, turns to face Blasier. The champion throws the chair to Henry, instinctively Henry catches.] *CLONK* *HEAT* DDK: Blasier with a spinning heel kick through the chair takes Henry down. [Blasier stomps Henry several time, pulls the challenger to his feet, drives a knee into the midsection of Henry and hit’s a DDT onto the chair.] AS: What brain the man from Tuckers corner had is now mangled. Blasier with the cover. [ONE!] [TWO!] [Three?] DDK: NOOO!!!! Henry gets a shoulder up just in time. [Blasier rages at the referee, who removes the chair from the ring.] AS: Dammit, what will it take to put Henry away? [Blasier drags a very dazed Henry up and to the corner turnbuckle slamming the head of the challenger against the turnbuckle. With Henry dazed, Blasier begins to remove the turnbuckle pad. Grabbing Henry’s head once more Blasier tries to hammer it again against the exposed steel pin. But Blasier’s arm’s momentum is stopped by Henry stopping moving, who turns, nearly taking Blasier’s head off with a hellacious clothesline.] DDK: The time spent removing that pad could be what costs Blasier the match here tonight. It allowed the briefest of times for Henry to recuperate. [Henry picks Blasier up, whips him to the ropes, Blasier rebounds into a clothesline that nearly turns him inside out. Henry grabs a handful of hair dragging Blasier back to his feet Henry elevates Blasier and slams him down with a Spinning powerslam.] AS: Well doing it certainly didn’t do the Champion any good did it Einstein? [Henry hauls Blasier back to his feet, whips the Champion to the ropes, Henry backs into the ropes on the opposite side, Blasier rebounds, Henry rebounds.. ___LLLAAARRRRIIIIIAAAAATTTTAAAHHHHHH___ ..Blasier hits the brick wall and hits the canvas hard.] DDK: What impact. AS: I’ve heard that move, when delivered by Henry, hit’s as hard as a small car DDK: You could be right. AS: Aren’t I always? [Henry grabs Blasier, quickly lifts him back to his feet then high in the air.] DDK: Gorilla Press into Gutbuster drop, that could do it! [ONE!] [TWO!] AS: Blasier kicks out! [Henry gets back to his feet, pulling Blasier up with him, Henry hits Suplex, then rolls back up again pulling Blasier with him, Henry with a Vertical suplex holds Blasier in the air.] DDK: I’m guessing with the strength of this guy, if Henry felt it necessary he could keep Blasier up there all day. AS: Cuz that’ll get him the win, sure. DDK: Each moment Blasier’s in the air, the bloods rushing to his head that can and will dizzy a man. AS: Since when were you medically trained? DDK: It also means less blood to the limbs. AS: And that matters how. DDK: No blood = no energy. [Blasier’s kept in the air a long time, finally Henry drops Blasier across the top rope, Blasier body bounces back up, Henry then falls sending Blasier crashing down.] *POP* AS : Henry covers. [ONE!] [TWO!] [Three?] DDK: The champ somehow gets a shoulder up. [Henry pulls Blasier to his feet again, whips him to the ropes, Blasier rebounds, Henry looks for the Lariat again but Blasier ducks out the way, Blasier hit’s the far side ropes, grabs the rope on Henry takes a step forward boot to the gut by Blasier.] AS : MY TIME!!!!!! [As Blasier jumps looking to hit the Tornado DDT, as he kicks his legs forward to start the swinging momentum, Henry’s hand grab Blasier, holding him up steadily.] DDK: NO! [Henry starts to rotate and keeps on spinning lifting Blasier onto his shoulders slowly, a little more each rotation. With Blasier caught into a fireman’s carry, Henry grabs ahold of Blasier’s legs and throws Blasier back, Henry dropping to his back, letting Blasier hit face and chest-first into the mat.] AS: I don’t believe it I thought Blasier was going get the win this out of nowhere. [Henry is the first to rise, he grabs a handful of hair pulling Blasier up.] DDK: Low Blow! Low Blow by Blasier. [Henry is stunned, Blasier, though groggy, looks to take advantage with a spinning heel kick, that staggers Henry, Blasier back up delivers a Superkick to the chin, that staggers Henry back into the ropes.] AS: Any means necessary. [The stunned challenger, is almost out on his feet. Blasier to takes a running start, scales the turnbuckle at an angle leaps off the top rope at the opposite angle, at the same time Blasier hooks his arm around Henry’s head, then does a leap off the turnbuckle, Henry’s head still firm under his arm, and drives Henry’s head into the mat with a running Tornado DDT.] DDK: MY TIME! AS: This is it. [ONE!] [TWO!] [Three?] [Up comes a shoulder.] DDK: Did he get it up in time? *DING, DING* AS: Clearly not. [Blasier stands shocked himself, until the referee raises his arm, Henry in a sitting position looks stunned, shakes his head in disappointment, covers his face.] Scarlett Johansson: Your winner and still WWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION RRRYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNN BBBBLLLLAAAAASSSSIIIEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Blasier raises his hands in the air as Henry slides out the ring, and plods slowly up the ramp.] DDK: Well Ryan Blasier retains, I think even was a little surprised that that won him the match, but he had to use every trick in the book to defeat the Steel Drivin Man. AS: Any means necessary. [With the title belt held aloft, Blasier stands on a turnbuckle, the lights begin to fade, once more the Foo Fighters “My Hero” is pumping through the arena.] DDK: Day 1 is over, Day 2 is less than a fortnight away. AS: WWA Tag Titles, the conclusion of Summer Games, my ticket to Canada’s booked, if yours isn’t.. you suck. DDK: Good night folks.
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