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Live from the MGM Grand, Las Vegas, NV,
--Let the Show Begin-- [The scene opens up in the casino of the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, Nevada, and says “Earlier Today” on the top of the screen, with the CWC logo in the bottom left hand corner. The camera pans around, and in one of the lounge areas, we see the Council Chairman Bryan Baxman sitting in a corner booth looking across the table at Michael Norcia, who’s chomping down on a rather large cigar. Baxman’s on his cell phone, however, and Norcia appears intent on listening to Baxman’s side of the conversation.] Baxman: Yeah, everything’s good to go. Considering how short of a time we had to put this damn thing together, I think we’ve got all of our bases covered. [Listening to the other person talk now, a man wearing an “MGM Staff” t-shirt with a radio headset in his ear approaches the booth as Norcia takes a sip of what we can only assume is a Jack and Coke. Baxman’s oblivious to the man, and Norcia shoots a dirty look up at him as if to say “What do you want?”] Baxman: Listen, don’t worry about that. You hired me because I’m damn good at what I do, right? I’ve got this covered. [Seeming a bit scared of Norcia, the staff member looks at his watch, and then stares at Baxman, hoping for his attention. Norcia finally looks up, and quietly - yet venomously - addresses him.] Norcia: ‘the fuck do you want? We’re busy. [The staff member turns and looks to Norcia with a concerned look.] Staffer: We have a bit of a situation in the locker room... [Narrowing his eyes, Norcia sips his drink again before responding.] Norcia: What TYPE of situation? Staffer: There’s a man saying that he wants to sign a contract, and is demanding to speak with Mr. Baxman right away. He has no credentials to be back there...and he appears to be rather intoxicated. [Norcia lets out a sigh, as Baxman continues his conversation on the phone.] Norcia: Did you at least get a name? [The staff member leans down and whispers something in Norcia’s ear, causing him to slam his drink down on the table, causing Baxman to stop mid sentence and give him a menacing look.] Norcia: Please...tell me...that you’re shitting me. [His southern drawl has no humor in it right now, as he grips on his glass tighter, with his hand covered in his drink which splashed out, as Baxman covers the mouthpiece of his phone and pulls it away from his ear. He looks to the staff member first, and then to Norcia.] Baxman: Is there a problem here? Norcia: A problem? You could call it that. Baxman: Big or small? Norcia: Depends on your point of view. But we need to go take care of this now. Baxman: As in RIGHT now? [Norcia nods.] Norcia: RIGHT now. [He changes his look up to the staff member.] Norcia: If this is a joke of any way, shape or form, don’t look forward to being able to drive yourself home from work tonight, son. [The staffer nods his head and runs off, as Baxman ends his conversation and stands up, and Norcia gets up right after him.] Baxman: So what’s the problem? Norcia: There’s a drunken idiot in the locker room demanding a contract. Baxman: And security hasn’t thrown him out.....why? ? Norcia: Just trust me...we need to take care of this ourselves, otherwise he’ll be a problem for a long, long time. Baxman: Alright...let’s go. [The two head off down the casino and disappear into the masses, as the screen completely fades to black. After a few seconds, “Showtime Entertainment Presents” fades into the screen, as the opening beat to “The Big Bang Theory” by the Eastsidaz thumps in with Xhibit’s voice starting it off. The CWC logo flashes across the screen, and right as the opening hook kicks in, the screen explodes in a fiery burst as “The Big Bang Theory” forms out of the fire, and then explodes again into numerous action sequences from the likes of Hardcore Legend, Obnoxio, Savage Youth, Peter Lenex, Adam “Crazed” James, Jeremiah Belmont, Kirsta Lewis and more go by. The shot then fades into the inside of the sporting venue of the MGM Grand, where a crowd of about 7,000 has the place packed full. Huge fire balls shoot up into the air from the corner of the ring posts, as the scaffolding around the video wall also has pyrotechnics firing off from all around it. The scene then cuts down to ringside, where we see Hal “The Beav” Cleaver and Mikey “The Mouth” Munson sitting behind the table, each in a tuxedo. Of course, Munson has a black ball cap turned backwards on with his long hair tucked underneath. The music fades out, but the crowd is still cheering loudly, causing them to have to raise their voices as they kick off the show.] Beav: WELCOME WRESTLING FANS TO THE FIRST EVER CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING COUNCIL EVENT I’M HAL CLEAVER SITTING BESIDE MY LONGTIME PARTNER MIKEY MUNSON AND THIS IS THE BIG BANG THEORY Mouth: Are you ready for this my tubby sidekick? ? When Bryan Baxman was putting this thing together, he wanted the best damn ringside crew around Beav: Wow, that’s one of the only nice things you’ve ever said that included me, Mouth Thank ya pal Mouth: Huh? No, they wanted to see if Bob Costas was available to work with me...but apparently he doesn’t “do” wrestling, so they settled on you instead Beav: [sighs] Some things never change, Mouth. But hey...I’ve got a surprise for you anyway Mouth: Really? What’s that? Beav: I saw Dazz back in the locker room. He said he couldn’t wait to come out and say hi. Mouth: .............. Beav: Whatsamatta Mouth? Cat got yer tongue? Mouth: ........he’s really here? You...you...you really saw him? Beav: Sure did, Mouth How do you kids say it? We... “smoked a fatty.” Mouth: BEAV You don’t even DRINK What the hell are you doing smoking weed with that piece of street trash Beav: I’m just joshin’ ya, Mouth... Mouth: Not funny... Beav: [chuckles] Well I got a kick out of the look on your face Mouth: Can we get on with this now? Beav: Absolutely We have one HECKUVA show lined up for you folks out there, with a HUGE Double Main Event Tell ‘em, Mouth Mouth: That’s right We’ve got former every-promotion-he’s-ever-wrestled-for World Champion Jackson taking on the legendary Hardcore Legend of TFWF in a Tai Pei Death Match ..........wait, isn’t that redundant Beav: Since when did you care about proper English? Mouth: Good point And we also have Kirsta Lewis taking on Ryu Nakajima in a Pure Rules match Beav: I’m not sure if that girl knows the meaning of “Pure Rules.” She’s downright vicious when she gets into that ring Mouth: We’ve also got... [The lights in the arena go out.] Mouth: What the? [The opening guitar riff to AC/DC’s “Ballbreaker” begins to blast over the PA system, as a series of fireworks shoot up and down the length of the ramp between the stage and the ring. The lights come back up dimmed, and standing on the stage to a decent crowd pop is the Chairman of CWC, Bryan Baxman, wearing a pair of boot cut blue jeans, a white button up shirt with a tie, and a black sport coat on. He looks around the arena.] Cassandra Randall: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the MGM Grand...Welcome to CWC...and Welcome to “The Big Bang Theory ” [The crowd’s pop explodes.] Cassandra: Now making his way to the ring, the Championship Wrestling Council Chairman...BRYAN BAXMAN Beav: Well there’s the man behind it all, and apparently he wants to come out and address the crowd before we get started He’s a VERY “get down to business” kinda guy, Mouth Mouth: No kidding...he sorta scares me in the “I think he just got out of prison” kind of way [Baxman makes his way to the ring and climbs up the steps and in through the ropes, where Cassandra hands him a microphone. The lights come back up to normal, and the music fades out. Looking a bit nervous, Baxman looks around the arena before wiping his brow with the back of his hand, and slowly raises the microphone towards his mouth.] Baxman: There’s always been the wonder of just how our universe started...of how anything truly came to be. Some people still believe that God created the earth in 7 days, giving us everything we would ever need to grow as a society. If you ask me...that story has quite a few holes in it. [The crowd gives a little bit of a laugh.] Beav: It’s a symbolic story from the bible Mouth: Can it, fatty I’m trying to listen Beav: I was only... Mouth: SHHHHHHHH [Baxman loosens up his tie a little bit, and turns to look at another section of the crowd.] Baxman: A pretty large contingent of the scientific community seems to think that the universe was created by from a primordial condition of enormous density and temperature. Beav: Did you understand what he just said? Mouth: Nope... Baxman: And then it blew up in a huge fiery explosion that would make the Nuclear Bomb the Americans dropped on Hiroshima look like a match in the wind That, my friends, is The Big Bang Theory in a nut shell. Mouth: But I get THAT part I LOVE huge explosions Baxman: So I decided to put the theory to the test. And I’m no scientist - in fact, all of that primordial density crap is something I just read off of the internet 15 minutes ago... Beav: At least he’s honest Mouth: I like this guy Baxman: So being that I’m not a scientist, and I have no means of putting the concept of how our universe came to be to any sort of scientific test...so I figured......Hell, let’s open up a damn wrestling company, and create a Big Bang of our own [The crowd pops massively, and Baxman starts to get a little more energized.] Baxman: So what you’re about to see is a show that wrestling promotions that have been in business for years could only dream about putting together Tonight, you’re going to see some wrestling matches that you’d never see anywhere else [Another big pop.] Beav: He’s sure right about that, Mouth Baxman: Former TFWF World Heavyweight Champion Hardcore Legend is here tonight to face the current RW and HiWF World Heavyweight Champion Jackson in a Tai Pei Death Match Mouth: I don’t even know what that is, but it sounds bloody... Beav: It’s where they tape up the competitor’s hands, Mouth...dip them in glue...and then dip them in broken glass Mouth: ...........um, do we have a wastebasket nearby? Beav: I wouldn’t sit next to you without it, ol’ buddy Baxman: Or how about RKW World Heavyweight Champion Kirsta Lewis taking on one hell of a newcomer in Ryu Nakajima You may not have heard of this guy before, but I’ve seen him work out....I personally GUARANTEE you that he will NOT disappoint Beav: I can’t wait to see it Mouth: Quiet, farm boy Baxman: We’ve also got Savage Youth, Obnoxio, Adam James, Jeremiah Belmont, Matthew Murphy, Kill Crazy, Kostoff, Matt Sloan and more all back in that locker room right this minute sitting and waiting to come out here and give you one hell of a night Beav: And that list of names only scratches the surface Baxman: Tonight, we put “The Big Bang Theory” to one of the biggest tests you can attempt....what happens when you start off a new wrestling company with one of the most stacked match line-ups this business has ever seen Mouth: WOO HOO Let’s get started Baxman: But before we do that, I want to get one little business item out of the way. I’ve been reading the speculation on the internet about the championships that will be up for grabs here in CWC...so I’m going to tell you about them right now, and just how we’re going to crown the first title holders. It’s really quite simple...every single person on the roster will have a chance to compete. We will hold a sixteen competitor double elimination tournament that will determine both the CWC World Heavyweight Championship, as well as our lower level championship named aptly after the network that was kind enough to trust in a former boxing promoter’s vision of a wrestling promotion....The Showtime Championship Beav: Well from what I can tell so far, their faith was warranted You heard the show he’s put together for you tonight Baxman: Depending on how many wrestlers are under contract by the time the tournament is organized later this week, we will automatically grant the winners of their matches tonight automatic entry into the field of 16. The rest of the field will be determined by a serious of qualifying matches. The tournament will take place over a fairly large window of time, culminating at the first CWC Pay Per View event, where the finals of the tournament will determine the first ever CWC World Heavyweight Champion, and the winner of the Consolation match will truly receive a consolation prize, as they will be awarded the Showtime Championship Beav: That sounds fair Mouth: Screw all that Just throw them all in a locked cage and let ‘em kill each other Baxman: But that’s not what tonight’s about. Tonight’s about giving you a taste of what we’ve got to offer you So let’s get rolling, and let’s find out how much credibility there really is to The Big Bang Theory [Baxman hands the microphone back to Cassandra Randall, as “Ballbreaker” reprises. Baxman raises his hand to the cheering crowd before stepping out of the ring and making his way back up the ramp.] Beav: You heard it A roster-wide tournament will determine both titles over the course of what I would imagine to be the next couple of months We’re in for a long road to crown a champion Mouth: I still like my cage idea........... [We cut to backstage]
[Hardcore Legend is backstage in his locker room pacing back and forward. From the arena we hear a huge amount of crowd heat go up for the despised former TFWF Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion. He doesn’t look unhappy in these unfamiliar surroundings. After a few more moments of nervous pacing he stops and takes his cell phone from his pocket. He punches in a number and waits a few moments for an answer.] HL: It’s me. What do you mean who? Legend. Yes. Ok you were right, I could do with some back up here tonight. No I’m not worried, I just don’t trust any of these CWC bastards. So you’re coming? Good, I’ll meet you later. [Legend flips his cell phone closed and looks very pleased with himself. He sits down and starts unpacking his wrestling gear from a bag on the floor as we cut back to ringside.]
Mouth: Hardcore Legend's here! I LOVE that guy! Beav: Mouth, he's a downright mean son of a gun! Mouth: Yeah...but the mustache is AWESOME! What do you think, Beav? How would that look on me? Beav: You'd look like an ass, Mouth...and not the type you'd find "down on the farm!" Mouth: HEY! DING! DING! DING! Cassandra: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a triple threat match [The crowd lets out a roar, obviously ready for the first action of the night. Beav: Well here we go Mouth The Big Bang’s about to start Mouth: This is a bathroom match. Beav: That’s not a very nice thing to say Mouth: Hey...the truth hurts, sometimes. [“The Howling” by Within Temptation begins to blare over the arena’s PA system, and the crowd comes to their feet and lets out a chorus of boos.] Cassandra: Introducing first, weighing in at 254 pounds, and wrestling out of Mt. Pearl, Newfoundland, Canada.....MATTHEW MURPHY [As the lyrics actually begin their is a blast of pyro and Matthew makes his way to the ring. He is dressed in a long pair of tights wearing a long black leather jacket that is undone. He runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He stands up smiling and looks around the crowd. They are booing as he takes off his jacket and snickers at the hate being directed to him.] Beav: And there’s the former PWX star who many thought was retired for good, but apparently the addiction to competition was too strong for him to stay away Mouth: From what I remember of this guy...he should have. Beav: Some may say that about you, Mouth Mouth: HA I’m ALWAYS on top of MY game [Murphy’s in the ring, and the music dies down. The lights flash blue and white as the opening chords of Blue is the Colour run through the arena. Cristiano da Cunha Oliveira arrives on the ramp, the picture of douchebaggery in his remarkably expensive outfit. You'd think he was showing up for a photoshoot, not a wrestling match. Anyway, he walks up to the ring, giving a very cocky pose to the chagrin of the CWC faithful. Eventually he takes off both of his collared shirts and lays them neatly in the corner.] [More heel heat is being given to the ring, as Oliveira and Murphy don’t take their eyes off of each other, and the music dies out.] Beav: Neither man wanting to take their eye off the other...and I can’t blame ‘em Mouth: Dude...Murphy’s about to get his ass kicked by a skinny Portuguese guy...THAT’S AWESOME Cassandra: And the final competitor, weighing in at 256 pounds, and wrestling out of Hell, Michigan.... Beav: Hell, Michigan? Is that really a town? Cassandra: THE DEMON [The lights in the arena go completely out, a poweroutage of sorts... Reddish lights soon strobe from underneath the ring apron, as I want my innocence back by Emilie Autumn begins to play... About fifteen or twenty second into the song, as the lights remain dim, the red lights suddenly go out, and ALL the pyro and fireworks pour out, in a flash, as The Demon stands in the center of the ring... At his feet, a pentagram rotates, illuminating The Demon and the ring area in a dark red glow... He raises his arms skyward, as the lights regain their normal illumination.] Mouth: .......ummm....what in the hell is this? Beav, you know I don’t like this sadistic crap... Beav: Well, he’s certainly a character of a fella, ain’t he? [The three wrestlers all look at each other as referee Dewey Cheatum is holding his arms out telling them to stay away. When he’s satisfied all three are ready, he calls for the bell, as the crowd’s intensity rises waiting for the first action of the night.] DING DING DING Beav: Here we go Beav: They both had the same idea, Mouth These two are very evenly matched in size, so this should be a heckuva barn burner Mouth: .......well that didn’t take long. Beav: What didn’t? Mouth: You to reference a barn. Don’t you ever get sick of that farm garbage? Beav: It’s just a saying, Mouth [Murphy gets the upperhand initially, backing The Demon into the corner with a barrage of lefts and rights. The referee finally breaks it up and tells Murphy to back off, and he does slowly, but only for a second before he unleashes a nasty knife edged chop across the chest of the Demon, generating a “WOOOOO ” yell from the fans. He unloads another chop, which in turn gets another “WOOOOOO ” and then grabs him by the left arm and pulls him out of the corner to whip him across the ring, but the Demon stops on a dime and reverses it, sending Murphy crashing into the far turnbuckles. The Demon charges in after him with a big clothesline, sandwiching Murphy into the corner.] Mouth: That guy seriously scares me. Beav: [chuckles] Awww, Mouth...it’s just clothes and such. Mouth: No...look at him...he’s SICK [Grabbing Murphy by the back of his neck, he forces Murphy down as he lifts his knee into the midsection. He then leads him out into the center of the ring, where he hooks him up in a front waist lock, and quickly turns him over for a powerful belly to belly suplex. He hooks the leg quickly.] Beav: We’ve got our first cover of the night TWO Kickout Beav: Not enough Mouth: Yeah...even though it IS Murphy Beav: What is your problem with Matthew Murphy, Mouth? Mouth: I don’t think I’ve EVER seen this guy win a match [The Demon gets up and pulls Murphy back up with him, and whips him towards the ropes. Murphy bounces off of them and comes back, ducking a clothesline. He bounces off the far ropes and charges The Demon, but The Demon side steps him and uses Murphy’s momentum to “help” him out of the ring over the top rope, and crashing into the security barrier between ringside and the crowd. The Demon looks down at his handywork, not realizing that “The Pride of Portugal” has re-entered the ring and climbed to the top turnbuckle in the far corner. The Demon takes a few steps backwards before turning around, but is met with a missile dropkick from Oliveira square in the jaw, putting him flat on his back. Oliveira pops up to his feet, and is quickly off the ropes, and drops an elbow right into the sternum.] Beav: Well the skinny Portuguese kid is going to work after a bit of a rough start now Mouth: Why couldn’t you just say skinny? Why’d you have to bring up that he’s Portuguese? Is that IMPORTANT INFORMATION YOU RACIST? ? Beav: Mouth, you know durn well I’m no racist He calls himself “The Pride of Portugal ” I don’t think he’d mind me calling him by his ethnicity Mouth: Whatever. Beav: The Demon is dominating right no....what in the world? ? Mouth: What? Beav: There’s a fan trying to get at Murphy Mouth: The fan’s smart [The camera cuts over to Murphy, where there’s a man on the crowd side of the barrier in a hooded sweatshirt reaching over trying to get his hands around Murphy’s neck. He finally climbs over the barrier, and we can see he’s got a beer bottle in his hand. He chugs what was left in it, and then cracks the bottle over Murphy’s head.] Beav: OH MY Mouth: SECURITY [Pulling Murphy up, the man whips him hard into the ring post, and then pulls his hood off.] Mouth: WHAT IN THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE? ? ? Beav: IT’S DARIN ZION [Sure enough, former PWX star and former tag team partner of Matthew Murphy, seeming a little on the drunk side as he can’t stand up perfectly still, is yelling profanity at Murphy, who’s clawing and trying to get back to his feet. Zion stumbles over to him, pulls him up, and tries to fire a punch, but Murphy blocks, grabs his arm, and pulls Zion into the ringpost, disorienting him.] Mouth: He’s not under contract Hell, I don’t think anyone even WANTS him under contract Beav: Well Murphy’s certainly letting him know that his presence isn’t appreciated [Back in the ring, The Demon now has Oliveira and whips him to the ropes. He ducks under a clothesline, and then comes back from the opposite ropes with a flying cross body press that takes The Demon down. Oliveira scrambles back to his feet and quickly hoists himself up onto the second rope, and jumps down looking to drive his knee into the head of the Demon, but the Demon rolls out of the way, causing “The Pride of Portugal’s” knee to impact directly into the mat. On the outside, Zion and Matthew Murphy are in fisticuffs.] Mouth: This is crazy Beav: Well we’ve certainly got action all over the place This is crazier than... Mouth: STOP RIGHT THERE, FARMER JOHN You’ve reached your quota of ONE “farm” reference per match Beav: [chuckles] Oh Mouth... [Murphy and Zion are trading haymakers up the aisle towards the stage, as The Demon gets back to his feet once again, and looks down on Oliveira who’s holding his leg in pain. Grabbing him by the ankle, The Demon pulls his foot high up into the air, and slams that injured knee right back down into the canvas.] Beav: Well The Demon’s looking to take advantage of that injured body part, Mouth. Mouth: He’s like a hungry lion stalking his prey right now... Beav: Speaking of that, my tummy’s startin’ to rumble a bit...do ya have anything to snack on there, Mouth? Mouth: FOCUS, TUBBY [Murphy and Zion reach the stage, still just beating the absolute hell out of each other before they disappear behind the curtain.] Beav: Well I’m not sure we’ll be seeing anymore of Matthew Murphy in this match Mouth: That means this match just got BETTER [The Demon grabs Oliveira and and pulls him back up to his feet, and literally throws him into a corner, and then charges in with a lowered shoulder aimed for the midsection, but Oliveira spins out of the way JUST in time, and The Demon goes right between the middle and top turnbuckle, slamming his shoulder into the steel ringpost. Oliveira is barely able to stand on his own, having to hang on to the top rope to keep a vertical base. The Demon’s slowly pulling himself out of the corner, holding his shoulder, and right before he stands up straight, Oliveira lunges at him with a double axehandle right to the injured shoulder, causing his bigger opponent to drop down to a knee in pain. Oliveira’s still limping on his injured leg, but is able to get around now, and pulls The Demon back up to his feet. He grabs the Demon by the head and throws him down on his back on the mat, takes a mount position, and begins to fire right hands to the head. After a good 10-12 shots, he gets back up, looks down on The Demon, and yet again makes his way to the top turnbuckle. VERY unstable on the top rope, he takes his time to straighten up.] Beav: I don’t think this is a good idea for the young fella, Mouth That knee’s not going to hold up Mouth: BUT HE HAS TO DEFEND PORTUGAL’S PRIDE DO IT FOR YOUR COUNTRY, MAN [He finally gets completely vertical, raises his hands up into the air, and launches into a frog splash, hitting squarely. His momentum causes him to roll past the Demon a bit, but he quickly scrambles back and gets a cover.] Beav: Is this it? ? ONE!!!
TWO!!! Kickout. Mouth: NO! [Oliveira looks devastated as he gets up to his knees. The Demon starts to sit up, shaking his head, and Oliveira gets back up to his feet gingerly, and reaches down to pull The Demon up. As he gets to a vertical base, he tries to fire a hard right hand, but it’s blocked, and the Demon almost takes his head off with a clothesline.] Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Beav: Did you see his head bounce off of the mat, Mouth? ? Mouth: No....I was busy checking out the blonde with the huge rack over there in the second row...Do you see that Beav? DAMN I love Vegas Beav: Mouth, it’s called Sin City for a reason...and no woman could ever stand up to the beauty that was my sweet Vera. Mouth: I’ll go to confession when I get home...but after the show tonight, I’M A SINNER, BABY [Reaching down and pulling Oliveira back to his feet, he delivers a big boot to the stomach, double underhooks his arms, and hits his modified version of the double underhook driver.] Beav: I BELIEVE HE CALLS THAT DEMON JUICE! Beav: He’s got the cover! ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! Beav: And it’s over The Demon wins Mouth: Good...now get him the hell out of here. He still scares me. Cassandra: The winner of this match by pinfall....THE DEMON [The crowd lets out a chorus of boos as The Demon raises his hand up in the air, brushing off the referee as his music reprises.] Beav: The CWC is officially on the books now, folks And we’ve still got 8 more big matches to go here. I can’t.....wait, I’m being told that Matthew Murphy and Darin Zion are STILL going at it back in the locker room area, and we’ve got a camera back there] --WINNER VIA PINFALL: THE DEMON--
--Old "Friends"--
--Tag Team Tables Match: Matt Sloan/Brandon Watkins vs. The Ace/Kameron Chase--
Beav: We’ve got tables all around the ringside area and these four men are getting ready to go to war. Mouth: There’s no doubt we’re going to see some high impact offence and a lot of smashed tables. Beav: And maybe even a little blood? Mouth: I seriously hope not. Beav: Why, scared? Mouth: Um…no, just…um…health and safety…you know how those guys are. Beav: Ok, sure thing partner. [The referee is keeping all four men apart but it doesn’t last for long as the bell sounds and they meet in the middle of the ring exchanging punches to a big crowd pop. Watkins pairs off with Ace as Sloan and Chase move to the other side of the ring. Watkins gets the advantage and nails some stiff chops across the chest of Ace before clotheslining him over the top rope and to the floor. Chase and Sloan are trading punches in the middle of the ring, but Sloan is able to cut Chase off with a knee to the mid section. He gets a double leg take down and then drops back with a slingshot as Watkins ducks and hauls down the top rope sending Chase crashing onto Ace on the outside to a big crowd pop!] Beav: Oh my the first spill to the floor and Chase lands right onto his partner on the outside. Mouth: Good team work there from Watkins and Sloan, I didn’t expect that considering this is a new team. Beav: All four of these men are teaming up and looking to catch the eye of CWC management here tonight. Mouth: I think Chase and Ace have a better chance, at least they wonder pander to the people all the time! Beav: And remember folks, the first man put through a table by his opponent will lose the match for his team. [Watkins and Sloan high five in the ring before going out to the floor and taking the fight to Chase and Ace. Sloan hits a running clothesline on Ace as Watkins nails Chase with a running boot to the side of the head. He is leaning against the guard rail as Watkins charges, but Chase drops down and back drops Watkins into the front row of fans at ringside! Sloan picks Ace up by the hair but doesn’t see Chase who clubs him in the back allowing Ace to smash him with a few forearm shots before ramming his head into the guard rail. Ace and Chase fire up and trash talk some ringside fans as they turn the tide on the outside of the ring.] Mouth: Well looks like I was right, as usual. Beav: Oh come on now, you can’t judge the how these teams are after two minutes of the match! Mouth: Yes I can and I will, now call the action dummy. [With Sloan down and hurting Ace and Chase turn their attention to Watkins who has just climbed back over the ring barricade. They both drill him with right hands before Kameron Chase goes onto the ring apron and then leaps with a big clothesline knocking Watkins down. Ace moves around the other side of the ring and picks up a table off the floor and sets it up on the outside of the ring. He then slides another table into the ring and walks back around to start putting the boots to Sloan.] Mouth: Ace moving furniture around early here. Beav: He looks mighty keen to put someone through a table here tonight! [Chase slams Watkins on the floor with force before sliding into the ring and propping the table up in the corner. Ace rolls Sloan into the ring as Chase turns around and hits some forearm shots to the head before whipping him off the ropes and sending Sloan flying overhead with a back drop. Ace sets himself in the corner opposite the table as Sloan staggers to his feet. Ace charges and leaps for a spear, but Watkins reaches under the ropes and grabs Sloan’s leg and pulls him out of harms way sending Ace crashing through the table to a huge crowd pop!] Beav: Oh my! Ace just took himself out with that missed spear in the corner! Mouth: But remember that doesn’t count towards winning the match as neither Sloan or Watkins put him through that table! [Ace is lying in the remains of the table as Watkins slides into the ring and nails Chase with a back cracker to a big pop. He signals to Sloan on the outside who nods and slides two more tables into the ring. With Ace still out in the remains of the table Chase is in trouble. Watkins sets one of the tables up near the corner and points to the top turnbuckle to a big crowd pop. Sloan is setting up the other table in another corner as Ace finally rolls out of the wrecked table and onto his knees.] Beav: Well Ace is at least out of what’s left of that table, but he sure got his bell rung. Mouth: He better get his brain back in order quick, his partners about to get put through a table! [The crowd are going wild as Watkins has Chase sitting on the top turnbuckle and then climbs up to the top looking for a superplex. He heaves Chase over, but Ace is just able to move the table out the way in time and they hit the canvas instead! With Chase and Watkins down, Sloan turns around and takes a boot to the mid section and then a brain buster from Ace as the crowd boo. Watkins gets to his feet and Ace catches him with a big swinging neckbreaker before helping Chase to his feet. They stomp away on Watkins before picking him up and hitting a double suplex. Watkins is hurt as Ace throws him over the top rope to the outside and they then turn their attention to Sloan!] Beav: This doesn’t look good for poor Matt Sloan! Mouth: He calls himself The Messiah of Awesome, but he’s about to find out there’s nothing awesome about being put through a table! [The crowd boo as Chase and Ace double team Sloan with boots to the head before Chase picks him up and goes for a brainbuster, but Sloan is able to break free and land on his feet behind Chase. Ace charges with a lariat and Chase ducks but Sloan doesn’t see it coming and he is flattened. Chase nods his thanks to his tag team partner who turns around and makes sure Watkins can’t get back in the ring. Chase picks Sloan up and whips him off the ropes and on the return spikes him with a big spinebuster. The crowd boo as he stands up posing before picking up the limp Sloan and laying him on one of the tables near the corner.] Beav: Matt Sloan is in a world of trouble here, Watkins can’t get back in the ring to help his partner! Mouth: Great strategy here by Chase and Ace, they’ve thought this through, no doubt about it. [Chase climbs up the ropes and looks to be going for a moonsault, but Watkins is able to grab Ace’s foot and pull him out the ring. He throws him into the ring barricade and then rolls into the ring. Chase looks set but Watkins grabs the table and pulls it out the way. Chase leaps back with the moonsault but hits nothing but canvas to a big crowd pop!] Beav: Crash and burn for Kameron Chase there and Watkins and Sloan look like they’re coming back into this match. Mouth: Ace is still down on the floor. [With Ace still out of the ring Sloan picks Chase up and lands some forearm shots to the side of the head before whipping him into the corner. Watkins charges with a big running mafia kick to the head and Chase slumps onto the mat in a seated position in the corner. Sloan and Watkins go to opposite corners and then charge both nailing Chase with kicks to the face to a big crowd pop. Ace is back up on the ring apron but he eats a double drop kick that knocks him back down to the floor. Chase is up but dazed and he staggers out the corner and into a side slam from Watkins. He points to the corner and Sloan goes to the second turnbuckle, Watkins hits a back breaker and holds Chase over his knee as Sloan comes off the second turnbuckle with a leg drop to Chase! The crowd pop for the double team move as Watkins moves the table into the middle of the ring and then turns back to Chase as Sloan dives through the ropes with a tope knocking Ace down again!] Beav: Watkins and Sloan are working like a well oiled machine now, I don’t think Chase and Ace can take much more of this! Mouth: Well they better get it together soon, Watkins looks like he’s getting ready with that table! [Watkins drills Chase with a belly to belly suplex and he rolls out the ring as Sloan throws Ace back into the ring. Watkins is waiting and he places Ace on the table. He goes to one corner as Sloan goes to the opposite corner and they both climb to the top turnbuckle. They steady themselves and then leap off at the same time, Watkins with a big splash and Sloan with a leg drop, driving Ace through the table for the win!! The crowd pop huge as Ace is smashed through the table as Chase watches on helpless from the outside!] Beav: Oh, that’s it folks, Ace has been put through the table, chalk one up to Watkins and Sloan! Mouth: Oh thank God, no blood! Beav: What? Mouth: Nothing, I didn’t say a thing! Beav: Well folks that was one intense and hard hitting match but a great win for Brandon Watkins and Matt Sloan! [Sloan and Watkins stagger to their feet in the ring as Ace isn’t moving in the wreckage of the table. The crowd pop as they have their hands raised in victory!] [WINNERS: SLOAN & WATKINS]
--New Victims--
[A video screen is our focal point, and for the moment, it remains black. After a few seconds, a whitish light swallows the dark screen, followed by three letters. C. W. C. As the letters grow larger, a voice begins to fill in over top.] Today, a new challenge has arrived. New doors have opened. New chances arise. New victims to prey on. [Various shots of various wrestlers taking part in the CWC's Big Bang Theory show. Jackson. Ryu Nakajima. Adam James. Matt Sloan. Shane Hahn.] But even though these new events have occurred, one thing still remains the same. [Quick shots of a familiar head, a familiar grin, a familiar stone-like gaze.] Like a phoenix, he transcends time. He has risen from the ashes of his former self. [A shot of a phoenix, bordered with flames, rising up to the sky, wings stretched.] Like a war god, he marches on to battle. Marches on to victory. [A shot of soldiers feet marching along the ground, marching on to battle.] In a new setting, he looks to turn heads and etch his name deeper in history. Cement himself deeper in the foundation. [Another shot is seen, this one of a name literally etched into a wooden desk. The name is one we've seen many times.] He's a sadist, a brute, a determined man, hell-bent on throwing aside anyone who opposes him. [The name becomes clearer, the light catching it at the right angle.] After the big bang has been silenced, and after the theories have been proven - or not - his name will ring throughout the rafters. Ring inside the heads of everyone in attendance. [Peter Lenex.]
--Kill Crazy vs. Adam Joseph--
Cassandra Randall: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall... [Suddenly, 'Bussyoheadopen' by Twiztid hits the sound system as Adam Joseph, with Jennifer by his side, appears on the stage. Adam strides to the ring with Jennifer on his arm, and a chip on his shoulder.] Cassandra Randall: First, on his way to the ring, accompanied by Jennifer Joseph... Hailing from Chicago, Illinois... Adam Joseph!" [The crowd gives a general poor reaction, simply because he doesn't seem to want to acknowledge them. As they near the ring, Adam kisses Jennifer and then enters the ring, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.] Cassandra Randall: And introducing his opponent, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... [A crashing thunder is heard from somewhere in the arena and rain begins to fall on the fans as a pitch darkness falls, with just one single blue spotlight looking down at the arena entrance. Another loud thunder is heard and then 'Death Valley 69' by Sonic Youth begins to play, a mix of blue and white lights begin to flash all around the arena, generally making it difficult to see anything going on] Cassandra Randall: Here by way or RKW, He is... Kill Crazy! [As the vocals of Thurston Moore and Kim Gordon begin, Crazy dances out to the entrance way along with the screaming fans chanting his name. Eventually the lights change to a single white colour which flashes on and off as the rain soon stops falling. Crazy rolls under the bottom rope and crawls over to the far turnbuckle on his hands and knees, where he sits, staring at Joseph from across the ring.] HC: And we are underway! [Crazy hops down from his perch and the two begin to slowly walk opposite one another, trying to size each other up. As they move around the ring, the space between them continues to shrink as they finally meat in the center of the ring. Adam makes the first move, forcing a lock up. They struggle in the center of the ring for a few seconds, trying to over power each other. Suddenly, Joseph sends a knee to the midsection, causing Crazy to break his grip and double over. Joseph grabs him by the arm and head, tossing him into the ropes.] HC: The match already starting off with both men trying to get the upper hand. MM: I bet you think that was clever don't you? HC: I think it was quite 'Cleaver'! MM: I uh...*goes silent* [On the rebound, Joseph ducks, setting up for a back body drop but he sets to early and Crazy sees it coming. Kill Crazy stops short and sends a nasty knee to Adam Joseph's face, only to drop him in a fast paced DDT. Kill Crazy sits on the mat with his knees up and his arms rested on them. He looks around to the crowd with a smile on his face and then back to Adam Joseph who has rolled a few paces away from Crazy, holding his face and grunting in pain.] HC: Lordy, RKW's Kill Crazy just performed a little re constructive surgery on Adam Joseph's face. MM: Joseph needs to step it up. He is the one under contract here. [Crazed gets himself to his feet and walks over to Joseph, sending a boot into his rib provoking a 'OOH' from the crowd. Kill Crazy takes another step and brings his foot back. However, this time, Joseph catches it and pulls Crazy toward the ropes, sending him stumbling through them and falling to the outside. As soon as Crazy hits the outside, he slams his fist into the mat and gets to his feet, just in time to catch a baseball slide to the face sending him backward into the guard rail. As Crazy tries to use the railing to get to his feet, Adam Joseph places his hands onto the top rope and rears back. The crowd gets louder as he pull himself up and over the top rope, launching his body toward the dazed Kill Crazy.] Crowd: OOOHHH! [Crazy sees him coming and side steps, sending Joseph shoulder and hip first into the spine of the guard railing. He slides off and crumbles to the floor as the ref restarts the count. At seven, Kill Crazy rolls in and then out again, forcing the ref to restart once again.] HC: Obviously, Kill Crazy not wanting to let this match end in a count out situation. MM: His name is Kill Crazy for christ's sake... HC: That's right... Maybe we will see some blood? MM: Don't even joke about that kind of thing. HC: What are you going to do when it happens... You KNOW it will happen... MM: *dry heaves* I hate you [Crazy grabs Joseph by the back of his neck and tosses him back into the ring by five, following right behind him. Joseph scurries to his hands and knees, crawling, trying to put some distance between him and Kill Crazy. Crazy gets to his feet, and catches Joseph by stepping on his ankle, much to the crowds delight. Crazy straddles Adam Joseph's back and begins raining down rights and lefts to the back of his head. The ref wars to open his hands and Kill Crazy finally stops punching, but quickly wraps his arms around the neck of Adam Joseph. He rolls himself and Joseph over and locks his legs around his wait applying a rear naked choke.] MM: Kill Crazy trying for the submission. HC: His MMA background taking effect. This could be a fast end to the match. MM: That would be...anti-climactic... [The ref checks the hold and then asks Joseph if he will quit. This only causes Joseph to fight more, as he shakes his head 'no'. With a few well placed elbows, Adam Joseph breaks the hold and quickly turns over to try and cause some damage of his own. He drops a knee to the midsection of Kill Crazy and then takes hold of his arm. Joseph kicks his feet into the air and brings both knees down across the elbow joint of Kill Crazy. As soon as the knees come down, Joseph grabs Kill Crazy's wrist and slips over, twisting it into an arm bar.] HC: Now Joseph going for the submission. MM: I hate wrestling... HC: What?! We are wrestling commentators. MM: But I mean... This kind of wrestling. Why can't it be like those other places. With the women, and the midgets running through walls and... HC: Because thats not wrestling, and I'm sure it's' copy written some where... [The ref once again checks for the submission but the crowd is behind Kill Crazy and he begins to slowly makes his way to his knees. As he kneels on the mat, he sends his free arm wildly back, catching Joseph in the jaw with his elbow. Joseph is rocked and leaves time for Kill Crazy to send him over with a snap mare. The crowd sounds off as Crazy gets to his feet and sends a stiff boot to the spine of Adam Joseph. Joseph rolls on the mat in pain as Kill Crazy begins sizing him up.] HC: Looks like... MM: More Wrestling! HC: Oh stop. It looks like Crazy is looking to put Adam Joseph away! MM: Who said you can call him Crazy? What, are you guys buddies now...? How come I wasn't invited to go out drinking. Why doesn't anyone care what I think. HC: Mouth.... The match... MM: Fine... [Adam Joseph slowly staggers to his feet and receives a boot to the gut from Crazy. Crazy wraps his head up with a front face lock and lifts him vertical.] HC: Here it comes... NO! [Joseph struggles and suddenly Crazy can no longer hold his weight. Joseph falls behind Crazy, landing on his feet to a large amount of boos from the crowd who wanted to see the Brainbuster DDT. Joseph spins Crazy around and sends a boot to the nuts, doubling Kill Crazy over. Without a second thought, he grabs Crazy by the neck and places him in a standing head scissor, pulling his arms up into the butterfly position.] MM: YES! He's gonna 'Smash Yo Face'! HC: Why, what did I do to him? Im just out here calling the match. MM: No... I mean... Thats the name of his fin... gah never mind. [Suddenly, Kill Crazy lifts Adam Joseph over his back. The crowd roars as Crazy holds his arms and drops into the sit out position, dropping Joseph in an inverted back drop driver-like maneuver.] MM: WOW... HC: My God... [Crazy drops down and shoots the half as the ref hits the mat.] HC : It's over... 1.... 2.... MM: There's thee... 3! MM:.. Three! [The bell sounds as 'Death Valley 69' by Sonic Youth replays over the loud system. The crowd is hot as Cassandra makes her way back into the ring.] Cassandra Randall: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner.... Kill Crazy!
[WINNER VIA PINFALL: KILL CRAZY]
--Time to Rock & Roll--
[Double$s standing in a the back with a mic in his right hand & a serious look on his face.]
--Four Corner Survival Match: Kostoff vs. Kyle Kaupp vs. Double$s vs. Don Tirri--
Beav: Well this ought to be a good match. I don't know who is going to get the nod in this match tonight all 4 men are solid wrestlers in the ring. Mouth: Well I like Kostoff's style, but I'll tell ya that Doubles is impressive. [Green streaks of pyro fall from the sky as *Money* by Pink Floyd plays through the arena. In the entrance ramp appears Kyle Kaupp out of the darkness. He seems quite busy on his cell phone as he pays no attention to the crowd as he starts to make his way down the ramp. He takes the steps slowly only stopping in the middle of the ring to continue his conversation while putting his finger over his mouth to hush the crowd.] Beav: Here is Kaupp, he is definatly ready to win this match. Mouth: He's full of shit. We'll see how he does. [“Hell Song by Sum 41 hits the sound system as the lights begin to flicker & then go completely out. The crowd goes silent, as the big screen lights up & then darkens & then lights up rapidly going from dark to light over & over again. Then it stops & all you can see in black cloud & black letters “Enter The Darkness” appears on the screen. [The crowd becomes rowdy with boos & cheers as a figure stands in front of the entranceway. The lights come back at as a man in black clothing, balled head & black glasses runs down towards the ringside area. He slides into the rind & heads towards the far corner & leans on it and waits for his opponent.] Mouth: That's my man I'm pulling for him tonight [The lights dime down as Don Tirri makes his way out onto the stage. He begins to make his way down the ramp.....Lights dim out as the open cords of Bodies on Bodies pounds thorugh the arena. Tirri turns around to get nailed by a sprinting Kostoff with a clothesline Kostoff pulls Tirri up and drives a knee into his stomach. Tirri doubles over as Kostoff grabs him and DDT's him down onto the metal ramp. Tirri lays in a heap as blood begins to pool up at his face. Kostoff gets to his feet and makes his way to the ring as the crowd is going wild.] Mouth: Well, I might want to roll with this boy now. Beav: Kostoff has made his enterance and made it big time. Looks like Don won't be in this match now. [Kostoff gets to the ring and slides in as both Doubles and Kaupp both unleash kicks into his ribs. Kostoff lays on his stomach as the two men grab him by his hair and pull him to his feet. They double shoot him into the ropes and nail him with a double clothesline ] [Doubles looks at Kaupp...and then takes him out with a whicked right to the jaw. Kaupp hits the mat as Doubles pulls him up by his head and drives a massive right into the face of Kaupp sending him to the mat. Kostoff rolls outside the ring and watches as Doubles pulls Kaupp up and sends him crashing into the corner. Doubles charges...Kaupp gets his boots up and nails Doubles in the face. Doubles falls to his knees as Kaupp pulls him up and tosses him into the corner. Kaupp begins to land a series of rights to the face and stomach of Doubles.] [Kaupp backs up a few steps and takes off...he delivers a running knee shot to the face of Doubles. Kostoff sldies into the ring as Kaupp turns and charges at him. The two men being to exchange blows in the ring. Kaupp drops Kostoff to one knee with a right to the face. Kostoff nails Kaupp with a low blow. Kostoff gets to his feet and pulls Kaupp up and drops him with a DDT ] Beav: These men are really going at each other. Mouth: These fools are trying to kill each other. [Kostoff gets to his feet and turns around....Doubles nails Kostoff with a massive clothesline Kostoff hits the mat with a thud as Doubles pulls him up and sends him into the corner. Doubles charges and lands a clothesline into the throat of Kostoff.] [Doubles pulls Kostoff up and drives a knee into the stomach of Kostoff. He doubles over as Doubles hooks his head and gets him up and drops him with a suplex. Doubles to his feet...Kaupp drops him with a hard shot to the head with a elbow smash. Kaupp grabs Doubles and sends him into the ropes and catches him coming back with a drop kick to the face. Doubles hits the mat hard as Kaupp gets to his feet and quickly climbs to the top rope. He looks down and leaps....ha nails Doubles with a Swanton Bomb Kaupp hooks the leg....1....2.....Kostoff breaks up the pin.] [Kostoff grabs Kaupp and shoots him into the ropes. He catches Kaupp coming off and drops him with a spine buster Kostoff to his feet. He grabs Kaupp and pulls him to his feet and lands a series of rights to the face of Kaupp. Kostoff shoves Kaupp into the corner and begins to grind his elbow into the skull of Kaupp. A grin crosses the face of Kostoff as he lets go of Kaupp and drives his boot into the guts of Kaupp. Kostof turns around and watches as Doubles gets to his feet. The two big men look at each other as they make their way across the ring. They get into each others face and beign to jaw back and forth. Kostoff goes for a shot...Doubles blocks it and nails Kostoff with a right. Kostoff staggers back as Doubles lunges forward....Kostoff catches Doubles in mid motion and drops him to the mat with a power slam ] Beav: This is a high impact match so far. All three men are beating away on each other. Mouth: They are going at it like a pack of wild dogs [Kostoff gets to his feet and pulls Doubles up. Kostoff sends Doubles into the ropes and plants him with a clothesline. Kaupp is on his feet and comes out of the corner and drop kicks Kostoff in the side of the knee. The big man falls to one knee as Kaupp kicks him again in the knee as Kostoff hollers out in pain. Kaupp laughs as the big man falls to the mat. Doubles is on his feet and grabs Kaupp from behind and gets him up and drives him down to the mat with a German Suplex Doubles back to his feet and grabs Kaupp and sends him though the ropes and outside the ring.] [Doubles slowly makes his way over to Kostoff and grabs him by his leg and begins to pound away on his leg. Kostoff hollers out as Doubles grabs his leg and stomps on the knee over and over. Doubles looks down at Kostoff and pulls him up. Doubles gets Kostoff up and drops him with a back breaker ] Mouth: Damn, Doubles is taking it to Kostoff now [Doubles looks down at Kostoff and locks in the Lights OUt Kostoff is hollering out in pain as the ref asks him if he wants to give in. Kostoff shakes his head no as he tries to fight to the ropes. Doubles leans back more, trying to snap his leg. Kostoff shakes his head no again as he hollers out in pain. Kaupp gets up onto the ring apron and looks over at Doubles. Kaupp leaps up onto the top rope and springs off. Doubles looks up as Kaupp nails Doubles with a Missle Drop kick Doubles falls backwards, letting go of the hold and falls to the mat. Kaupp grabs Doubles and pulls him up and quickly hits a swinging neck breaker ] [Kaupp is on his feet and pulls Doubles up and sends him into the ropes. Kaupp catches Doubles coming back off the ropes with a Hurricanranna Kaupp hooks the legs.] ONE TWO Kickout Beav: Kaupp had a shot to win it there. He needs to work Doubles over some more before he goes for the win. [Kaupp rolls to his feet and looks over at the fallen Doubles. Kaupp gets to his feet and drops a quick leg down across the throat of Doubles. Kostoff is on his feet and moving towards Kaupp. Kaupp turns and catches Kostoff with a whicked open hand chop to the chest. Kostoff stops and grimaces as Kaupp goes for a second shot...Kostoff blocks it and hits him with a quick right to the ear. Kaupp falls down to one knee as Kostoff drives his knee into the face of Kaupp. Kostoff gets Kaupp up and drives him down with a power bomb Kostoff turns around slowly...Doubles catches him with a boot to the stomach. Kostoff doubles over as Doubles grabs him by his head and quickly drops him with Enter the Darkness Doubles drops across Kostoff for the cover.] ONE TWO THREE Mouth: That was a fast ending Cassandra: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match via pinfall....DOUBLE$S! Beav: It was a good solid back and forth match. Nice win for Double$s tonight.
[WINNER VIA PINFALL: DOUBLE$S]
--Do you hear it?--
[A woman's voice is a soft hush that fills the entire arena. ]
--Two out of Three Falls: Savage Youth vs. Obnoxio--
[An Air Raid Horn begins to blast throughout the arena, causing the crowd to come to their feet. The sound of an old engine can be heard, and pulling out from the side of the stage is an old VW Bug, swerving down the aisle badly, bumping into the guard rails and causing the fans along the aisle to back away.] Beav: Here comes that crazy clown Obnoxio Mouth: I LOVE this guy Did you see him in the tea bag match in RKW? Beav: The what kinda match, Mouth? Mouth: The TEA BAG MATCH Beav: I’ve never even heard of that type of match. What is it? Mouth: You win by tea-bagging your opponent Beav: What in the world do tea bags have to do with a wrestling match, Mouth? Mouth: You really are THAT sheltered, aren’t you? Beav: I do know this...I love a nice cup of green tea It’s very healthy Mouth: .....unreal. [The bug comes to a stop at ringside, and climbing out of the car is the insane clown Obnoxio. He looks around as the crowd boos him, pretending like his feelings are hurt from the reaction he’s getting. He jumps up onto the ring apron and walks over to the referee trying to talk to him, but the referee points him towards a corner and ignores him as the siren fades out.] Beav: Well it doesn’t look like he brought any tea bags with him tonight, Mouth Mouth: Oh, he’s got the most important one with him at all times...don’t you worry about that my barn dwelling buddy Beav: Why would he always carry a tea bag around with him? Mouth: *sigh* ....maybe you should ask him and he’ll show you why after the show. Beav: I just might do that [“Mr. Disaster” by The Madhats begins to blare throughout the arena, and Savage Youth comes running out onto the stage from behind the curtains holding his hands high above his head, and the crowd lets out a big pop for the man most famous in Sin Wrestling. He looks around the arena with a smile and then makes his way down the aisle yelling something about “stealing your nose” towards Obnoxio in the ring, who is pacing back and forth awaiting his opponent’s arrival.] Mouth: This guy’s disturbed... Beav: You’re a very judgmental person, Mouth... Mouth: Dude...HE TAKES ADVICE FROM AN EVIL TEDDY RUMPKINS DOLL Beav: Oh, that’s just a joke, I’m sure, Mouth... Mouth: Ah, to be as naive as you... [Savage Youth reaches the ring and pulls himself up onto the apron by the second rope, and climbs in. He hardly straightens up before being charged by the bigger Obnoxio, and takes a running knee to the side, causing the referee to call for the bell. The clown begins pounding on Savage Youth with an onslaught of big forearms being dropped down across his back, causing him to drop down to one knee. Pulling him right back up, the larger Obnoxio throws him back into the corner to the left and begins pummeling his rib cage with a flurry of lefts and rights before whipping him out of the corner and across the ring.] Beav: The powerhouse of a circus performer isn’t wasting any time in laying into SavageYouth [Savage Youth slams hard into the turnbuckles, and Obnoxio builds up a head of steam, charging directly at him. He spins to slam an elbow into Savage Youth’s jaw, but Savage Youth ducks out of the way and Obnoxio finds nothing but turnbuckle. Savage Youth lands a hard right hand to the jaw of Obnoxio, and follows it up with a boot to the stomach. Putting him in a front face lock, he pulls the clown out of the corner, slips his free arm up and over his neck, and hits a vertical suplex on the big man.] Mouth: And crazy-boy is fighting back Imagine that [Jumping right back to his feet, Savage Youth stomps right down onto the chest of Obnoxio, and then reaches down to pull him back up to his feet before unloading a hard knife edged chop across Obnoxio’s chest, causing him to stumble backwards a bit. Savage Youth runs off to the side, and launches into a springboard dropkick off of the second rope, knocking Obnoxio back down onto the mat. Savage Youth scrambles to cover him and hook a leg.] ONE
TW... Kickout. [Jumping back to his feet, Savage Youth kicks the bottom rope as Obnoxio sits up and tries to shake the cobwebs from his head before pulling himself up to his feet with the help of the ropes. Savage Youth sees him to his feet and charges with a clothesline, but Obnoxio lowers his shoulder and flips his charging aggressor up into the air and over the top rope, crashing down to the floor, and then exits the ring himself. Dropping down to the floor, he pulls Savage Youth up, grabs him by his hair, and leads him towards the ring steps where he slams his face down onto the top steel step. He pulls him up again, looking to repeat his effort, but is distracted by a fan holding a Teddy Rumpkins doll that’s yelling about it being Robo Teddy. Obnoxio, ever-easily distracted, just shoves Savage Youth back into the ring steps with a smirk and walks up to the fan, and snatches the doll from him. He looks at it with a funny expression at first, and then smiles. He takes the doll and and pulls Savage Youth back up, yelling “Look who I’ve got, Wasted Youth ” Savage Youth sees the Teddy Rumpkins, thinking it’s his Robo-Teddy, and freaks out “LET GO OF HIM ” he screams as he lowers his shoulder and tackles Obnoxio down to the thin padding surrounding the ring.] Mouth: I TOLD YOU THIS DUDE’S OFF HIS ROCKER Beav: I think BOTH men may have fallen off of the hay wagon [Savage Youth, with a crazed look in his eyes, begins to pound away at the head of Obnoxio, as the Teddy Rumpkins doll is tossed aside. After a good barrage of punches, Savage Youth gets back to his feet and pulls Obnoxio back up to a vertical base, grabs him by the arm, and whips him into the security railing, causing some fans in the expensive seats to jump backwards and spill some beer.] Mouth: PARTY FOUL [Grabbing onto the top rail of the barrier, Savage Youth takes his foot and drives it into the throat of Obnoxio, pulling back on the railing to give himself leverage. Obnoxio’s trying to find a way out, but Savage Youth has him pinned pretty well. Obviously losing oxygen, Obnoxio starts to fade, and Savage Youth removes his foot, pulls the clown back to his feet, and rolls him into the ring. He jumps up and drops a knee right across Obnoxio’s forehad, gets back up, and pulls him up to his feet. Grabbing the clown by his throat now, Savage Youth appears to be setting him up for something.] Beav: My lord, he’s looking for a choke slam Mouth: Pfffft.....right.... Beav: No, really [Savage Youth, with his hand on the throat of Obnoxio, tries to lift him up, but gets nowhere. With a frustrated look, he tries again, but this time Obnoxio throws an elbow to the back of his head, sending him stumbling into the ropes. Rubbing at his throat for a few seconds, Obnoxio glares at Savage Youth in anger, grabs him, spins him around and yells “THIS IS HOW YOU DO A CHOKE SLAM ” He grabs him by the throat, lifts him up high into the air, and slams him down flat on his back.] Beav: WOW Mouth: DAMN Beav: He bounced a durn 3 feet back into the air off the canvas [Obnoxio drops across him for the cover.] ONE
TWO
THREE DING DING DING Mouth: The clown wins the first fall Cassandra: The winner of the first fall via pinfall....OBNOXIO [Obnoxio gets up and goes to pull Savage Youth back up, but the referee pulls him off, admonishing him and telling him that there’s a 30 second rest period between falls. Obnoxio glares at the referee, but then something catches his interest out of the corner of his eye.] Beav: What’s he doing? [Obnoxio climbs out of the ring and grabs the Teddy Rumpkins doll off of the floor, while Savage Youth is starting to sit up in the ring. Getting back into the ring with the talking bear we all remember from our childhood, he looks at the toy maniacally with his back turned to Savage Youth, who finally makes his way back to his feet, looks over to Obnoxio while holding the back of his head, while the referee calls for the bell to start the second fall. Savage Youth goes to charge Obnoxio, but the clown turns around and is holding the doll out in front of him - body in one hand, head in the other, threatening to separate the two. Savage Youth stops in his tracks and holds up his hands pleading him not to do it, yelling “Don’t do it Robo-Teddy, I’ll save you I told you to stay home ”] Beav: You didn’t have a childhood toy that you cherished, Mouth? Mouth: Are you kidding me? I used to shoot the heads of my G.I. Joes off with a pellet gun [Savage Youth takes another step towards Obnoxio, who shakes his head and pulls on the head a little bit, causing some of the stitching to pull loose, and Savage Youth lets out a shriek.] Mouth: MY GOD He’s acting like a little girl [Taking another step forward, the smile on Obnoxio’s face grows as Savage Youth gets closer, he pulls harder on the head, tearing away part of the fabric, and exposing some of the electronics built into the talking toy, eliciting another shriek out of Savage Youth as he pauses with a begging look in his eyes.] Beav: This is...um....interesting... [As Savage Youth slowly reaches out and takes another step towards Obnoxio, the clown gives a firm pull and rips the head right off of the toy and laughs. Savage Youth’s eyes fill with rage as he screams and charges Obnoxio, catching him off guard, and forces him back into the corner. Like a man possessed, he assaults the clown with everything he’s got, and Obnoxio tries to cover up the best he can.] Mouth: ........I don’t even know what to say.... Beav: Obnoxio really got under his skin like a splinter in the paw of a dog Mouth: That doesn’t even make any sense Beav: Does to me... [chuckles] [Savage Youth hip tosses Obnoxio out of the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He launches himself into the air and drops down with an elbow right to the chest of Obnoxio, and hooks the leg.] ONE
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THRE... Beav: So close, but coudn’t quite finish it [Savage Youth slams his hand down onto the mat and glares at the referee. Getting to his feet, he gets right into the referee’s face and claps his hands together three times signifying the three count, but the ref just shakes his head and holds up two fingers. While Savage Youth continues to argue, Obnoxio reaches up and pulls him down by his waistband, rolling him up for a cover. ONE
TWO Kickout Mouth: That damn bear almost lost him the pinfall here Beav: And the match [Both men get to their feet quickly with fists cocked, but each are startled to see the other in the same position and freeze for a second. Still with a rage filled look in his eyes, Savage Youth takes a step backwards, causing Obnoxio to lower his guard a bit, but then runs off the ropes, comes back at Obnoxio, jumps at him and spins him into a Tornado DDT. Jumping back to his feet, Savage Youth reaches down and pulls him back up to his feet, rocks him with a stiff right hand, and then bounces off the ropes again, and hits him with a bulldog from behind. He rolls the clown over and hooks the leg.] Mouth: Here we go again ONE
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THREE DING! DING! DING! Beav: And Savage Youth wins the second fall We’re down to the final one Cassandra: The winner of the second fall...SAVAGE YOUTH [The referee orders Savage Youth to his corner for the mandatory 30 second rest period, as Obnoxio stirs slowly on the mat, reaching up to his head. Savage Youth is pacing in the corner, waiting for the referee to start the match again.] Beav: This has been a heckuva contest so far, Mouth I’m itchin’ to see how it ends Mouth: Are you sure it’s the match that has you itching? Or is it those 20 year old tighty whities you’re still sporting from when you were 80 pounds lighter? Beav: Funny, Mouth. I’m a boxer man. [Obnoxio is back on his feet now, and the ref calls for the third fall to begin. The two men glare at each other and circle the ring before Obnoxio finally steps forward with a big boot to the stomach, followed by a European uppercut which rocks Savage Youth backwards and sends him reeling into the ropes. But Savage Youth uses his momentum off of the ropes to charge Obnoxio and level him with a clothesline. Obnoxio jumps right back to his feet, as Savage Youth goes off of the ropes in the other direction, and comes back to level him with another clothesline.] Mouth: Savage Youth is building up some momentum Beav: He’s like a barn on fire right now Mouth: HOUSE, Beav...the saying is a HOUSE on fire Beav: Not where I come from [Again, Obnoxio pops right back up to his feet and Savage Youth is off the ropes again. This time he comes flying in at Obnoxio with a cross body press, but the clown catches him and turns it over into a big powerslam, and keeps the lateral press for the cover.] ONE
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THRE... Shoulder up Mouth: THAT was close [This time Obnoxio is the one disgruntled by the count, but he doesn’t waste any time. He gets up to his knees, and pulls Savage Youth up by the hair, only to slam the back of his head right back down to the mat. Getting to his feet now, he pulls Savage Youth back up yet again, this time all the way to his feet, and grabs him in a front waist lock and lands a big belly to belly suplex. Standing up again, Obnoxio grabs Savage Youth by his feet and holds them up in the air, stomping right down into the abdominal area, causing Savage Youth to curl up in the fetal position trying to catch his breath.] Mouth: Looks like the clown’s looking to bring the show to an end He’s picking him apart Beav: He’s got the upper hand right now...no doubt about it. But Savage Youth has shown to be resilient...I wouldn’t count him out of it yet. [Obnoxio doesn’t want to give him a chance to rest. He pulls him up, and lifts him up over his head in a guerilla press, and hurls him across the ring. Savage Youth arches his back in pain, and Obnoxio stalks him. He pulls Savage Youth back up, throws a monster haymaker, but Savage Youth manages to block it and get a thumb into the eye of the clown He hoists him up onto his shoulders and lets out a blood curdling scream, and hits the Yo-Yo Driver, laying Obnoxio out flat in the ring.] Mouth: That came out of NOWHERE Beav: But it might have gotten the job done ONE
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THREE DING! DING! DING! Beav: And it did Savage Youth wins the third fall Cassandra: The winner of the third fall, and of the contest....SAVAGE YOUTH [Savage Youth’s music reprises as the referee raises his hand in victory. But after a couple of seconds, Savage Youth seems to think of something, and breaks away from the referee and jumps out of the ring down to the floor, where he picks up the pieces of the Teddy Rumpkins doll looking in fear. After examining it, he gets a confused look on his face and walks up to the side of the ring, where Obnoxio’s just starting to sit up. He holds the pieces of the doll up for the clown to see and yells “THIS ISN’T EVEN ROBO-TEDDY, YOU IDIOT ” and throws the pieces into the ring at him before heading back towards the locker room with his hands raised.]
[WINNER VIA 2 FALLS TO 1: SAVAGE YOUTH]
--Who the hell is this guy?--
[We cut backstage to show Tiffany Jackson standing alone in a deserted corridor; she seems frustrated, as if she would rather be somewhere else. She appears unaware that the camera is rolling as she begins to talk to a producer off camera.] TJ: Look I don’t care who this guy is, we were supposed to tape this interview before the show, and not do it live halfway through! [The Producer says something inaudible.] TJ: You think I give a shit if this guy is a major signing? For all we know he could be some punk off the street looking for a handout. [ Just as she finishes her last word a suave yet powerful man enters the shot. He sports a three piece Armani suit and is putting away a blackberry into his breast pocket.] Man: Alright I’m here; let’s do this I have places to be. [ Tiffany looks bewildered, the man takes advantage.] Man: Look I flew here from a board meeting in Seattle to film this thing so could we please get going I have better things to do then to waste my time shooting a stupid interview segment. TJ: Oh so you’re Patrick Sharp? [Patrick smirks.] Sharp: Hell yeah I’m Patrick Sharp, and if you don’t have a question for me then I’m out of here. You’re lucky I even flew out here for this. [Tiffany hesitates, she composes herself but Patrick cuts her off prematurely.] Sharp: Alright you seem to have the IQ of a goldfish so I’ll just say what I came here to say. CWC, I’m Patrick Sharp, the newest signing to your ‘elite’ group of wrestlers. I am a man o wealth and power, a man of intensity and strength…and am also a man of competition. I thrive on it. Be it business or sport, it’s my bread and butter. I came to the CWC for some intense physical competition. Too bad there doesn’t seem to be much around here. I’ll take what I can get though, the owner of this joint made me an offer I couldn’t refuse to compete here. So I’ll see you around athletes and wrestlers…be prepared to think sharp. Oh and sweetie we’ve been live this whole time. [Patrick vanishes from the shot, leaving Tiffany utterly perplexed.]
--Sadistic Madness: Jeremiah Belmont vs. Adam "Crazed" James--
Cassandra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is to be competed under Sadistic Madness Rules Mouth: Sadistic Madness? What the hell kind of match is that? Beav: It’s like a first blood match, Mouth... Mouth: .........excuse me? Mind repeating that? Beav: It’s like a First Blood Match, Mouth...but instead of causing your opponent to bleed giving you the win, it only gives you the opportunity to GO for the pinfall Mouth: .....uh....great. Mind passing that waste basket over here? Beav: Preventative measures, Mouth? [chuckles] Mouth: ....SHUT IT, TUBBS [“Terrible Lie” by Nine Inch Nails begins to blast over the arena speakers, as the lights dim down low and the stage area fills with fog. Simulated lighting flashes from the lighting above light up the fog on the stage, and Jeremiah Belmont appears out of the haze, walking slowly towards the ring.] Beav: Here comes a veteran of the ring, Mouth This should be a bar... Mouth: [cutting him off] A BARN BURNER YES WE KNOW HOLY CHRIST, BEAV Beav: You seem a bit tense, Mouth... Mouth: .........I’M FINE [Belmont reaches the ring and walks up the steps slowly, looking around the crowd who is giving him a nice ovation. He climbs into the ring and holds his arms up high in the air, as the lights come back up to normal and the music fades out.] Beav: I’ve been waiting for this one all night, Mouth I can’t wait to get it under way This is two former PWX Hybrid Champions doing battle here Mouth: Whatever. [The opening chords of Metallica's The Frayed End of Sanity hits the sound system as the lights in the arena cut to complete darkness. The crowd falls silent, as the faint chanting can be heard over the guitar and base drum. SOMEONE PLEASE STOP THE VOICES The words come over the speakers in a child's frightened voice. Suddenly the music kicks in again and the lights return to normal. The man standing on the stage is still in the same pose, his eyes pointed toward the ring, even though his head is down. The look in his eyes is almost frightening as a smirk slowly builds across his lips. Cassandra: And his opponent, making his way to the ring....weighing in at 243 pounds and wrestling out of Nyack, New York....ADAM “CRAZED” JAMES [He slowly makes his way to the ring, still keeping his eyes on the ring, looking past his eye brows as his head remains down. He rolls in, under the bottom rope, and hops to his feet, walking to the furthest corner from the entrance and allowing himself to sit on the second turnbuckle with his hands down at his sides, glaring at Belmont as the music fades out. The referee looks at both men and calls for the bell.] DING DING DING Beav: And this one’s ready to go, but Crazed isn’t moving off of his perch Mouth: Good...he can stay there all night for all I care... [Belmont looks at Crazed rather confused, almost as if to say “are we going to do this or what?” But Crazed just stays sitting on the turnbuckle, glaring at Belmont.] Beav: This is rather odd... Mouth: I’m okay with it. [Belmont takes a few steps towards Crazed, points at him and then down at the mat, telling him to get down. But still, Crazed doesn’t budge, just sitting there staring a hole through Belmont.] CROWD: BO-RING BO-RING BO-RING BO-RING Mouth: You NEVER disagree with the crowd Be your own man for once, Cleaver Beav: I’m always my own man, thank you very much...that’s what my dear Vera loved about me when we met down in Two Egg, Florida... Mouth: .......oh boy, here we go... Beav: You shoulda seen ‘er, Mouth...her skin was as soft as a Georgia peach...her hair flowed like....OH [As Belmont took another few steps closer to the corner, yelling at Crazed to get down off of the turnbuckle, Crazed launched himself down out of the corner and leveled Belmont with a clothesline, and then assumes a mount position, holding Belmont’s head from the back and starts driving right hands right into the forehead in a vigorous manner. After plenty of hard shots, Adam James slams Belmont’s head into the canvas and begins to choke him with both hands.] Mouth: Holy crap, this guy is out of his mind Beav: Didn’t the name “Crazed” tip you off, Mouth? Mouth: HEY I’M the one who’s supposed to make snide comments to YOU, pal It’s in the contracts Beav: No it’s not Mouth: Damn...I need a new agent... Beav: You don’t HAVE an agent, Mouth Mouth: THAT’S WHY I NEED A NEW ONE [Crazed is back to his feet now, and pulls Belmont to his feet. He whips him into the corner and charges him driving his left shoulder into Belmont’s ribs. Grabbing him by the back of the head, he circles him out of the corner, builds up some momentum, and tosses him out over the top rope, causing Belmont to land throat first over the top of the security railing. Not wasting any time in following him out, Crazed is quickly down on the floor as he pulls Belmont back to his feet and hurls him right into the ring post, causing him to collapse back down to the floor. He then pulls the top section of the ring steps off of the lower section, measures up Belmont, raises the steps over his head and throws it right down onto Belmont’s head.] Beav: OH MY WORD THAT COULD HAVE BUSTED HIS SKULL Mouth: Screw that...it could have killed the bastard [Crazed quickly kicks the ringstep piece out of his way and pulls Belmont up to his feet, lifts him up, and snake eyes him right onto the edge of the ring, causing his head to snap backwards in a rather unnatural manner.] Beav: Adam James isn’t just looking to win this match...he’s looking to destroy Jeremiah Belmont Mouth: The faster the better, in my opinion. [Crazed heads to the timekeeper’s table and grabs a steel chair and tosses it into the ring. He then pulls Belmont up, who is almost unconscious, and rolls him back into the ring before digging under the ring.] Beav: What’s he looking for Mouth: Like I have a damn clue Why the hell don’t you ask him Beav: Because he’s not sitting next to me, Mouth...besides, it’s one of those whimsorical questions Mouth: Rhetorical... Beav: What? Mouth: RHETORICAL, LARD ASS THE WORD IS RHETORICAL Beav: You don’t have to call me names.... [Crazed pulls out a strand of barbed wire about 7 feet in length, and gets back to his feet looking at it with an evil look in his eyes. He slides in under the bottom rope, as Belmont is barely stirring in the ring. He drops down to a knee right behind Belmont’s head, pulls him up, and starts wrapping the barbed wire around Belmont’s head. Belmont, feeling the piercing barbs cut into his flesh, suddenly awakens in rage, flailing his arms around trying to get free, but James cinches in a rear chin lock, using his free hand to keep wrapping it around the top of his head.] Beav: Dear lord, it looks like a crown of thorns Mouth: [not sounding too great] .....oh god....he’s bleeding... Beav: He sure is, Mouth And the ref just signaled that he’s eligible to pin Belmont Mouth: THEN HE SHOULD [gurggles] [Finally getting the barbed wire crown wrapped tight, Crazed pulls Belmont up, spins him around, and throws a hard right hand, but Belmont blocks and returns the favor with a shot of his own.] Beav: OUT OF NOWHERE, BELMONT’S FIGHTING BACK [Crazed tries another punch, but ends up with the same result. Belmont wipes some of the blood dripping out of his eyes and grabs Crazed, whips him towards the ropes, but Crazed reverses and it’s Belmont who is sent for the ride. He ducks under a clothesline, hits the far ropes, and comes back with a missile like flying headbutt with his crown of barbed wire right into the head of Crazed, who has a laceration opened up on his forehead from it.] Mouth: .....oh god.... Beav: Keep your composure, Mouth It’s just a little blood... Mouth: I know what it is, jack ass That doesn’t make it any better [Crazed goes down hard, but gets right back up. He reaches up to the cut and touches it, and then looks at his fingers. The sight of the blood seems to humor him, as he starts laughing. Belmont, who used quite a bit of what he had left in the tank for that, is slow to get back up to a knee, and Crazed takes advantage by running towards him and kicking him in the head. Belmont ends up near a corner, where he reaches over and begins to pull himself up by the ropes. Crazed grabs the steel chair that he had thrown in to the ring, holds it parallel to the mat with the top aimed right at Belmont, and charges him, jamming it right into the temporal area of Belmont’s head. Belmont drops all the way to the mat, but pulls himself back up to a knee immediately, only for Crazed to wind up and take a baseball swing.] *CRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKK * Beav: OH MY WORD HE DURN NEAR TOOK BELMONT’S HEAD OFF WHAT A SICKENING SIGHT Mouth: I think that shot is STILL echoing in here Crowd: YOU SICK FUCK YOU SICK FUCK YOU SICK FUCK YOU SICK FUCK [Crazed smirks at the crowd’s reaction, and looks down at Belmont. He takes the chair and opens it up slightly, positioning Belmont’s head between the seat and the back of the chair. He then climbs out of the ring and grabs the ring bell from the timekeeper, and brings it back into the ring. He bounces off the ropes, launches into the air, and slams the ring bell down onto the chair, smashing Belmont’s head into it, causing him to go into convulsions.] Beav: Oh my... Mouth: Ummm...I don’t think he’s supposed to be doing that.... Beav: This isn’t good at all. [Crazed gets back up, ring bell still in hand, and looks down at Belmont. He throws the ring bell out of the ring, pulls the chair off of him, and drags him over to the ropes. Belmont’s face is completely soaked in blood, and his eyes are open, but it’s obvious that nobody’s home. Crazed pulls Belmont up and ties his arms into the top and middle ropes, and then mockingly takes a crucifixion pose, causing the crowd to boo.] Beav: Someone needs to stop this, Mouth... Mouth: For once....I agree with you.... Beav: Thank the lord I think the referee’s putting a stop to this Mouth: Let’s hope so... [Crazed is trying to get back at Belmont, but the referee’s doing his best to hold him back. A couple of more referees come running down the aisle, followed by a couple of medics and more staff. Crazed breaks away from the referee holding him back and begins assaulting Belmont again. The others who reach the ring slide in and try and pull Crazed off of Belmont, but he’s persistent about continuing the attack.] Beav: This is absolutely horrible... [Finally, about five guys are able to pulls Crazed off of him and restrain him. The referee of the match leans down and tells Cassandra Randall something, as the rest of the crew literally have to tackle Adam James to the mat to restrain him.] Cassandra: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has called an end to this match. Your winner by referee stoppage....ADAM “CRAZED” JAMES Mouth: Whoop-dee-do Beav: Crazed may have won, but what he’s done here is just an absolutely tragedy [They finally get James out of the ring and are escorting him back towards the locker room, as the medics attend to Belmont.]
[WINNER VIA REFEREE STOPPAGE: ADAM "CRAZED" JAMES]
--Are you afraid of the dark?--
[A solitary figure sat at the top of a short flight of stairs that led nowhere but to a rusty blue door. Cloaked in shadows, his face was almost invisible. He was sitting with his back to the wall, by all appearances relaxed, dressed casually in a black Bad Religion hoodie, the crossbuster on the breast barely visible in the gloom. It was partially unzipped, just enough to reveal his bare chest; sleeves were pushed up, revealing deeply tanned and tattooed forearms. He was tossing a small red, white and blue striped ball back and forth between his hands. As he looked up, a small smile crossed his lips. His indigo blue eyes were charged with a restless energy, like the calm before a storm. Lightning seemed to crackle in that knowing gaze as he looked in the camera, the smile stretching wider, growing more predatory. He looked pumped, ready, determined… which might have been a bad thing where Hardcore Legend was concerned. Abruptly, he stopped tossing the ball and threw it at the wall across from him, where it bounced back with a resounding thwock. He began to speak, all the while continuing to whip the ball at the wall, each time with more force.]
--Shane Hahn vs. Peter Lenex--
Cassandra Randall: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall. First, on his way to the ring... [The lights dim down as "Ether" begins to play throughout the arena. Smoke begins to pour onto the stage, covering the floor from the entrance to the ringside area.] "I'll never hesitate "I know everyone Cassandra Randall: He is Peter Lenex! [The curtains part and the "God of War" himself walks out from the back wearing his black trench coat. He pauses at the top of the ramp, smoke swirling around his legs, before slowly walking down the ramp. He reaches the ring and climbs up the ring steps, slowly climbing into the ring and pacing around in a circle, his eyes showing no response to the crowds boos.] Cassandra Randall: And the opponent... [Suddenly "Back in Time" by Huey Lewis and the News hits the PAs and Shane Hahn appears on the stage. He takes a moment to look around and then makes a b-line for the ring, not stopping or looking away from his opponent.] Cassandra Randall: He is, Shane Hahn! [Hahn rolls into the ring and both main glare at one another, waiting for the bell to sound. When it does, the two circle the ring both trying to figure out the other before the match has even begin. The bell rings and the two rush toward each other.] HC: Here we go! [Lenex goes for a single leg trip and then tries to apply a single leg crab but Shane rolls through it and applies a knee submission, Shane wraps his own legs around the leg and then stands and drops back done in a sharp motion. Lenex screams in pain as Shane repeats the move a second and third time.] MM: Indian death lock being applied by Shane Hahn, who looks to be one of the most technically sound guys we have here in CWC. HC: I'd agree on that one partner, but I don't think Indian death lock is the most appropriate name for it. Why don't we call it the Native American ...uhm... leg lock? MM: Because that's not what it is called... [Shane smiles as he stands up again, this time dropping back and latching onto Lenex's head with an STF type move. The ref checks on Lenex who refused to get up. Lenex reaches out and fingertips the rope, forcing the break.] [Shane rolls off of Lenex and stands to face the crowd. Lenex uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet as the two are back to square one. Shane looks out to the crowd charges Lenex, who drops down with the top rope causing Shane to spill over to the outside. Lenex pulls himself back up to his feet and vaults himself over the top rope and down onto Hahn.] MM: They are right out in front of us now! HC: just a few matches in and what a night this is. I can honestly say that this company has something to offer everyone. [Peter rolled around on the floor holding his ribs after landing directly on Shane’s midsection. Slowly Lenex make his way to his feet as random crowd members patted him on the back as he leaned against the railing. He stumbled over to Hahn and grabbed him by his hair, lifting him to his feet. Wrapping his arm around Shane’s. Lenex whipped him into the corner of the barricade, moving it back into the crowd more. Lenex looked to the crowd as they cheered for both men. He then looked to the ring and climbed up to the apron, sizing up the distance he needed to get to land on Hahn.] HC: What does he have planned here? MM: Probably not checking to see if he is alright. [Not happy with his positioning, he climbed the turnbuckle and leaped from the ring post with a frog splash. Lenex landed on Shane and the barricade with a thunderous “UHG” from the crowd. The fans chanted “Holy Shit… Holy Shit… Holy Shit!” as both men lay motionless on the floor.] HC: My lord! What are these men going to do to one another tonight. MM: Wrestle? HC: Wow, you are just... wow. MM: What can I say, that's why I make the big bucks. HC: You get paid? [Lenex is the first to stir as he crawls back toward the ring steps. Shane then pulls himself to his feet, then stumbles forward, dropping a very week elbow drop to the back of Lenex, and manages to take him down again. Shane gets back up and slides into the ring, taking the opportunity to rest up while Lenex struggled to his feet and rolled back into the ring as well.] [Shane pulled Lenex to his feet and stood in the center of the ring. Wit a quick kick to the gut, Shane forced Lenex over and delivered a devastating gut-wrench power bomb. Without wasting anytime Shane rant to the corner and pulled himself to the top rope. Looking to the crowd momentarily, Shane launched himself from the top turnbuckle with a corkscrew leg drop.] HC: Looks like Shane Hahn may have hurt himself right there with that move. [Shane rolled around for a moment, grasping at his leg, before making the cover.] 1... MM: Will he get it. Was the legdrop enough?! 2... 2 ½…Kick out! HC: NO! [Hahn backs off, giving Lenex the time to recover as he comes up to his feet. His hands coming up and motioning for his opponent to come at him. Shane charges with forearm extended, Peter ducks down grabbing hold of Hahn's midsection - setting him up for a suplex, but at the very last moment Shane reverses sending Peter back down to the mat.] HC: Lenex back down with that suplex reversal by Hahn. What a competition we have here tonight. [Shane moves over to Lenex as he's down on the mat and delivers several kicks to the ribs of his opponent. Peter attempts to shield his body, rolling onto his side - Shane bears down onto his knee into the side of Lenex, causing him to be grunt and yell in paint.] MM: I gotta say, I like this bit of mean streak being shown by Hahn. I hope he brings this kind of intensity every week. [Shane jumps back up to his feet, signaling to the turnbuckle, as he begins to climb it. The fans cheering for the newest entrant into the ESW as he reaches the top. Raising his hands into the air, he delivers a leap of faith, gaining great air on his descent. Lenex tries to move out of the way, but luck is not on his side as his opponent comes hurtling down on top of him.] [Shane rolls away, holding onto his ribs, as Peter is curled up in agony. Both men seem to be down and dazed as the ref begins to count.] 1... 2.... HC: The ref starting the ten count. MM: Both men need to get up here for this thing to continue. I think the crowd would riot if it didn't [Neither men move.] 3.... 4... 5... [Lenex begins to stir.] 6... [Lenex is first onto his feet, though moving sluggishly towards Shane. As he nears his opponent, he grabs hold of his hair and begins to try to pull him up. However, Shane delivers a stiff shoulder to Lenex's abdomen and staggers to a vertical base] [Lenex stumbles back but before Shane can get to him, he winds up and sends a devastating right to the side of Shane's head, sending him reeling. Shane gets his bearings and returns firing with a right hand of his own. The two trade back and forth, the crowd marking out with each huge fist. Suddenly, Shane gets the upper hand and hits three right hands in a row, the last dazing Lenex] HC: Both of these men look as if they can barely walk let alone fight. I don't see how either of them can keep up this pace. [Hahn hits the ropes behind him and launches himself through the air with a flying forearm smash. Lenex's legs give out and he crumbles to the mat. Hahn rolls over, exhausted and tosses his arm over Lenex's shoulder. ] 1... 2... 3.... HC: NO! Kick out! MM: Jesus Christ! [With both men exhausted, neither really are able to get up. Shane is the first to begin moving, crawling toward the ropes. Lenex sits up with a dazed look and glassy eyes. He turns over and gets to his knees and Shane pulls himself to his feet, using the ropes to hold himself up.] MM: Looks like Hahn just had an idea... [Seeing an opening, Shane Hahn pushed himself from the ropes and charged the dazed Lenex. He leaped into the air and tries to deliver a shining wizard-like move, but Lenex sees it coming and leans to the side, causing him to miss. With that, Lenex pushed himself to his feet, stumbling a bit before getting his balance back. Hahn rolls over and stands up once again also, leaning against the ropes for support. He again charges Lenex but Lenex takes him over in a powerslam for the cover.] 1... 2... [Hahn reverses the move, rolling both men over and laying atop Lenex now] 1... 2... [Lenex wraps his leg around Hahn's and pulls it over, tying him up into a small package. Hahn's shoulder's are down.] 1... 2... [Kick out by Hahn.] HC: What a show of athleticism we are seeing by these two men. The crowd is loving it. Crowd A: Let's go Shane Hahn... Crowd B: Let's go Lenex... Crowd A: Let's go Shane Hahn... Crowd B: Let's go Lenex... [Both men get to their feet simultaneously and Shane is the first to make contact, hitting Lenex in the face with not one, but three forearms, pushing him back to the ropes. He then sends Lenex barreling across the rings to the far side. On the way back, Hahn shoots forward with the superkick, but Lenex ducks it and stops short, spinning Hahn around and tying him up. Lenex lifts Hahn and drops him in the Cradle Driver] HC: The Former PWX CHAMPION! Just dropped Shane Hahn in the 'Guerrilla Warfare'! [Lenex makes the cover.] 1.... 2.... 3! [The bell sounds as Lenex rolls off of Hahn. Cassandra makes the announcement as his music reprises over the sound system.] Cassandra Randall: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, by pinfall. Peter Lenex!
[WINNER VIA PINFALL: PETER LENEX]
--Angel's Among Us--
[We cut to the parking lot at the rear of the MGM Grand. The usual array of limos, rental cars and other vehicles are here. We linger for a moment as a new, black stretch limo rolls into the parking lot. It moves towards us slowly as from the left of the shot Hardcore Legend appears. He looks very pleased as the limo stops in front of him and he opens the rear door. A huge amount of crowd heat goes up as TFWF icon and four time former World Heavyweight Champion, ‘The Career Killer’ Fallen Angel emerges from the car. He is dressed in his custom made designer suit and looks very confident as he and Hardcore Legend shake hands.] FA: So this is CWC huh? A little bush league for us don’t you think? [More crowd heat from the CWC fans as Angel laughs and Legend looks more cocky and confident.] HL: Well it’s not exactly up to the level of the TFWF, but I felt like some different competition. [Angel nods his head as the limo driver removes his bag from the rear of the car.] FA: Well alright then, let’s go find out about this Jackson guy and we can formulate a plan. I see a nice win for you tonight Legend, trust me. [The two TFWF mainstays walk out of shot laughing as we cut away.]
--Co-Main Event--
Cassandra: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is one half of your double main event of the evening! [The crowd pop big for this announcement!] Cassandra: This match will be fought under pure rules…introducing first… [The arena lights go down as "Animal" by Nickleback pipes though the arena's PA system to some big crowd heat. There is a loud thundering roar as a huge Harley appears at the entrance. It stops as its engine roars even louder. Kirsta Lewis appears dressed all in black leather and a motorcycle helmet, covering her head. As the music stops, the engine roars and she rides the bike down to the ringside area. Circling the ring three times before it stops and is turned off. Kirsta slides off the bike and pushes the kick stand down. Looking around the arena and walking over to the ring steps, mounting them slowly sliding though the ring ropes, she motions to the back as Jackie Daniels makes her way down to ringside.] CR: Making her way to the ring, accompanied by Jackie Daniels, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, weighing 130 pounds…Kirsta Lewis! Beav: She’s one of the most recognisable female wrestlers in the history of the business and tonight she headlines the first CWC show! What an honour for Kirsta Lewis. Mouth: This woman has it all, looks, brains and a vicious streak a mile wide! CR: And her opponent… [The opening strings of “Getting High” by Ian Brown ring out around the arena as the lights dim down. The big screen provides the only light, and shows Ryu Nakajima standing in an empty room wearing a suit and shades. The camera zooms in slowly until just after the guitars kick in, when it switches to a montage of him in action. A burst of red pyros brings the house lights back up as we see Ryu Nakajima standing in the centre of the entryway, wearing a long white silk coat over his ring attire of red wrestling pants with silver flashes. He turns around as his manager Steve McCroski walks out clapping and looking confident Ryu strides quickly down the ramp ignoring the crowd, and leaps over the top rope. He climbs onto the far turnbuckle and surveys the crowd, before taking of his long coat and carefully rolling it up in the corner of the ring. He makes a signal for the referee to keep an eye out, and does a few stretches in preparation for the bell.] CR: Making his way to the ring…from The Peak District in England, weighing 239 pounds…Ryu Nakajima! Beav: Nakajima is a master mat technician and sure to be one of the top stars here in CWC. Mouth: You’d expect the crowd to be against this guy, but as he’s up against Kirsta, he’s getting a pretty good reaction. I wonder if that’ll stay the same throughout the match? Beav: Folks this is going to be a true wrestling master class in this match. It’s pure wrestling rules, taking us back to the good old days of mat work and fair play and I can’t wait to see how this match pans out. Mouth: You really think Kirsta is going to play by the rules in this one? She’s less trustworthy than you left alone with a freshly baked apple pie! Beav: Ah now well I don’t know about that… Mouth: Trust me, she’s going to do whatever it takes to win, this is the double main event of the night! Beav: Well Kirsta and Ryu are already in the ring so let’s go to the referee who will explain these pure rules to both wrestlers and you fans. [In the ring Ryu and Kirsta stand on either side of the referee as Cassandra Randall holds the microphone for him to be heard.] REF: Kirsta, Ryu, as you both know this match is being fought under Pure Rules. Please listen closely to my instructions. In this match there is a strict twenty count on the floor. You each have three rope breaks. If you use up all three rope breaks the ropes can not save you from a pinfall or submission attempt and the ropes can be used by your opponent. In this match there are to be NO closed fist punches. If you use a close fist punch you will receive a warning. If you use a closed fist again you will loose a rope break and if you have no more ropes breaks you will be disqualified. Now do you both understand these rules as I have explained them? [Kirsta nods her head as does Ryu] REF: Ok then, shake hands, go to your respective corners and lets have a good clean match. [The crowd pop as Ryu and Kirsta shake hands before going to their corners. Jackie Daniels and Steve McCroski have some final words for their wrestlers as the referee makes his final pre match checks.] Beav: Well folks that’s the rules of this contest explained, keep mindful of the rope breaks and watch out for those closed fist shots. Mouth: You’re lucky I don’t use a closed fist on you sometimes you know. Beav: Now why’ve you gotta be so mean all the time? Mouth: It’s just in my nature, tubby! [The bell sounds and Kirsta and Ryu slowly circle each other as the crowd roar for the opening moments of the contest. They lock up in the middle of the ring and Ryu takes control with an arm wringer, into a arm bar. Kirsta quickly rolls forward, reversing the pressure before taking control with a top wrist lock. Ryu turns out of the move and into a hammer lock on Kirsta. She struggles to get free as Ryu cranks on the hold before she is able to turn into a hammer lock of her own. Ryu is quick though turning out of the hammer lock and into a side head lock. He cranks on the hold before bringing Kirsta down to the mat with a side head lock take down. She goes for a head scissors but Ryu uses his arm to block the attempt and keeps the side head lock in place. Kirsta is able to stand up and tries to shove Ryu off towards the ropes but he keeps the side head lock firmly in place. Kirsta has to fire off some short forearm shots to the mid section to break the hold before shoving Ryu off to the ropes. He rebounds and Kirsta drops down, Ryu hits the opposite ropes and on the return Kirsta leap frogs him. He hits the ropes again and she goes for a clothesline, but Ryu ducks it, kicks her in the mid section and then snaps her over quickly with another side head lock take down to a nice crowd reaction.] Beav: Nakajima is in control in the early stages but there’s a long way to go in this contest. Mouth: Both these wrestlers are so quick and good on the mat, this one could be like a game of human chess. Beav: No doubt about it, one mistake could cost them the match. Mouth: I prefer the way I said it. [Ryu is in control with the side head lock on the mat as Jackie Daniels thumps the mat to try and fire Kirsta up. She is able to turn her body and hook on a head scissors which Ryu struggles to get free from. He is able to use his legs to hop from one side of Kirsta to the other before nipping up out of the head scissors and to his feet. He swings a kick at Kirsta who lies back flat on the mat to avoid the kick! She rolls backwards onto her feet as Ryu charges and goes for a roundhouse kick, but Kirsta is able to dodge out the way and grab a waist lock on Nakajima. She heaves him up and down onto the mat face first before folding his legs over one and other and applying some pressure. With Ryu face down and his legs trapped Kirsta quickly stands up and while holding his legs in place drives her knee into his back. She pulls back on his chin, with her knee in his back and grabs his legs held before rolling back into a painful looking bow and arrow. Ryu looks in pain as Kirsta cranks on the hold and the referee checks on Ryu.] Beav: The first real submission attempt in this match from Kirsta Lewis and she’s got it locked in nicely. Mouth: I just can’t believe she’s wrestled the opening of this match so cleanly! [Ryu is in a lot of pain as Kirsta pulls back on his chin further. He reaches out towards the ropes but then pulls his arm back and is able to flip over and land on Kirsta and pins her to the mat.] 1….. 2….. [Kirsta kicks out and she is first to her feet. She swings at Ryu but he ducks and lifts her up for a back suplex and drops her right on the back of her head to a decent crowd pop. He drives an elbow down onto her before making the cover.] 1….. 2….. [Kirsta rolls her shoulder up and then slides to the outside to create some distance between her and Ryu. He spots this and charges at the ropes but fakes out on the dive, sliding between the ropes and landing on the floor behind Kirsta who had dived out the way. She turns around and Ryu cracks her with a running mafia kick before rolling her into the ring and making the cover.] 1….. 2….. [She kicks out in time again as Ryu keeps the pressure on her by hooking on a seated abdominal stretch.] Beav: Nakajima has come back into this match in a big way, great fire and determination and now he’s got that submission hold locked in. Mouth: Kirsta is near the ropes, this could be the first rope break used up! [Kirsta is struggling to get to her feet as Ryu keeps the pressure on as much he can. She reaches out towards the ropes but then stops and tries to stand up, she manages to get to her feet and goes for a hip toss on Ryu, but he lands on his feet, kicks her in the mid section and then spikes Kirsta with a DDT to a good crowd pop! Ryu makes the cover.] 1….. 2….. [Kirsta kicks out in time as Ryu quickly hooks on a rear chin lock and cranks away on Kirsta’s neck.] Beav: Ryu is showing all that technical skill he is famous for throughout the world, Kirsta just can’t seem to catch a break at the moment. Mouth: Yeah well I think Jackie is going to lend her a helping hand, she’s up on the apron. Beav: Oh now this isn’t right, this is supposed to be pure rules, she shouldn’t be on the apron. Mouth: Ah relax she’s probably just going to give the referee a drink of water, it’s hot as hell in here! [The crowd are booing as Jackie Daniels hops onto the ring apron and distracts the referee. On the floor McCroski is going nuts but the referee turns his attention to Jackie. This allows Kirsta to wriggle free from the rear chin lock and then punch Ryu in the face before kicking him hard in the groin! The crowd heat is huge as Ryu drops to the mat in pain as Kirsta acts innocent and Jackie goes back to the floor. With Ryu down and hurting Kirsta stomps on his head and chest before picking him up, she whips him off the ropes and then nails Ryu in the jaw on the return with a double foot drop kick to the face! She makes the cover.] 1…. 2…. [Ryu kicks out as the crowd cheer but Kirsta is right back on him with forearm shots to the side of the face before picking him up and whipping him into the corner. With Ryu stunned in the corner Kirsta charges and nails a flying splash. Ryu falls forward out of the corner as Kirsta goes to the second turnbuckle and hits a nice leg drop. She makes the cover again.] 1…. 2…. [Again Ryu rolls his shoulder off the mat to a good crowd pop.] Mouth: I love it! Kirsta uses Jackie as a distraction, then nails Nakajima with two illegal moves and she’s in total control of this match, nicely done Miss Lewis! Beav: That’s disgraceful, it goes against everything a pure wrestling match is supposed to be! Mouth: Hey, it’s CWC big debut show, this arena is sold out and Kirsta knows what a win here against a competitor like Ryu will mean, so she’s going to do whatever it takes. Beav: It just doesn’t sit right with me is all. Mouth: Then maybe you should change seats! [Kirsta grabs Ryu and hooks his right leg before hitting a shin breaker/back suplex combo. With Ryu clutching as his knee Kirsta goes to work with elbow drops, knee drops and other impact moves to soften up his leg. McCroski is yelling encouragement but Ryu is in trouble as Kirsta drapes his right leg across the bottom rope before using the middle rope to spring up and then crash down with all her weight on his knee. She keeps the pressure on by driving his knee into the mat a few times before picking him up and pushing him back into the corner. She wraps Ryu’s leg around the middle rope and kicks away at it as the referee makes his count. At four she backs off and the referee turns his back on Ryu. Jackie Daniels is back on the ring apron and she kicks away at Ryu’s leg to some big crowd heat. Kirsta waits for Jackie to drop down off the apron and then pulls Ryu out the corner, but he fires back with some thrusts to the throat of Kirsta before going for a hip toss, but Kirsta blocks it, drives her knee into his bad leg and then gets a quick dragon screw leg whip which leaves Nakajima writhing in pain! With him down Kirsta signals that the match is over and hooks on a figure four leg lock in the middle of the ring!] Beav: Again Jackie Daniels interferes in this match and Ryu is in a lot of trouble here folks. Kirsta Lewis has worked over his leg for several minutes and now she’s locked on the painful figure four leg lock. Mouth: McCroski looks like he’s about to have a heart attack on the outside! Nakajima looks in a ton of trouble here! [Nakajima is yelling in pain as Kirsta has the hold locked in tight. She moves her body closer to the ropes and yells at Ryu to use his rope break but he shakes his head and grits his teeth. The crowd roar as he tries to turn the pressure of the hold and Kirsta looks to be struggling to keep the figure four locked in place, Ryu almost has her turned but Kirsta is able to roll back and put the pressure back on Ryu and his bad right leg! He reaches towards the rope, but then pulls his arm back and shakes his head.] Mouth: Why doesn’t he just use the rope break? Beav: Well he knows how important they are in a match like this, plus he’s a proud warrior, he won’t want to admit he needs help to get out of the hold. Mouth: That’s a bit stupid if you ask me. Beav: Yeah, well, no one did! Mouth: Hey! [Ryu lets out a yell and goes to reverse the pressure again, he slowly turns over, inching ever closer, but just as he does, Jackie Daniels reaches into the ring as the referee checks on Nakajima and grabs Kirsta’s arm and pulls her back onto the mat! The crowd boo mightily as Kirsta regains control and really puts the pressure on, Ryu finally reaches up and grabs the rope to break the hold.] Mouth: Oh man that’s a big moment, Nakajima just used his first rope break of the match. Beav: Only because of that darn Jackie Daniels, this is so wrong! Mouth: Will you settle down! Beav: This is supposed to a pure rules match and that young lady on the outside is ruining it! [Kirsta hops to her feet very proud of herself as Ryu rolls out to the floor clutching at his leg. McCroski comes over to check on him, but Ryu pushes him away and looks extremely angry. In the ring Kirsta leans back against the ropes as the referee begins his count.] 1…. 2…. 3…. 4…. [Ryu struggles up to his feet using the guard rail and tries to work some feeling back into his leg.] 5…. 6…. 7…. 8…. [He finally rolls back into the ring but Kirsta is waiting, she tries to kick him in the head, but he catches her foot as the crowd pop. Ryu stands up and holds Kirsta foot before getting a back heel trip and then diving forward, pinning her to the mat with a jack knife cradle.] 1…. 2…. [Kirsta kicks out and gets back to her feet but Ryu catches her in an inside cradle.] 1…. 2…. [Again Kirsta kicks out, Ryu is up but he’s a second too slow because of his bad leg and Kirsta is able to land a drop kick to his bad leg before hitting a hard karate kick to the side of the head that knocks Ryu loopy. He falls back and Kirsta lands on him with a back senton before grabbing his bad leg again and hooking on a painful looking heel hook submission hold!] Mouth: See look, no help from Jackie and Kirsta is back in control, you can’t complain now can you? Beav: They still cheated, it’s just not right. [Ryu yells in pain as Kirsta cranks on the hold and he has struggles on the mat on his stomach. He tries to roll out of the hold but Kirsta hangs on tight. They roll near the roes and Nakajima is forced to reach out and grab the ropes using up his second rope break! The crowd boo as Kirsta stands up in celebration looking very pleased with how the match is going so far.] Beav: That’s Ryu’s second rope break used up, one more and the ropes won’t be able to save him again. Mouth: I don’t think Kirsta could’ve planned this match any better, it’s all obviously going just as she and Jackie thought! [Ryu is clutching at his leg as Kirsta stands over him looking confident, she laughs loudly and kicks him in the head a few times just to add insult to injury. The crowd are roaring Nakajima on as he starts to shake his head and a look of pure fury comes across his face. Kirsta doesn’t seem to notice and keeps kicking him mockingly in the back of the head. She turns away from him and trash talks the crowd as Ryu uses the ropes to stand up and he looks like a man ready to kill! The crowd pop as he is all fired up as Kirsta continues to ignore him and look to the crowd.] Beav: Oh my look at Nakajima now! He’s all fired up and Kirsta isn’t even looking. Mouth: Turn around woman, God damn it! [Finally Kirsta turns around and Ryu is waiting for her. She looks in total shock as he charges and smashes her with a running clothesline, then another and finally a third. Kirsta pops back up to her feet only to be caught in a deep arm drag by Ryu before he rolls over locking her into a cross arm breaker submission! Kirsta screams in pain as Ryu has the hold locked in perfectly and she quickly reaches out and grabs the bottom rope.] Beav: Wow, just like that Ryu has forced Kirsta to use up a rope break. It’s now two rope breaks left for Kirsta and one for Ryu. Mouth: The plan is falling apart, this isn’t good. [Ryu shakes off his leg as he stands up but he’s running on pure adrenaline. He nails some stiff kicks to Kirsta before picking her up, hammer locking her left arm and then slamming her down onto the arm! She yells in pain as he quickly locks in a fugiwara arm bar to a big crowd pop and Kirsta again has to quickly get to the ropes and use up another rope break!] Beav: I don’t believe it, Ryu’s forced Kirsta to use up another rope break! It’s one a piece and this match is anyone’s. Mouth: Listen to this crowd go nuts for Nakajima, what a come back! [The crowd are chanting for Ryu as he picks Kirsta up and whips her off the ropes before sending her over with another deep arm drag. He hold on into an arm bar and then hooks his leg around her free arm holding her in place. He grabs her injured arm, turns it into a top wrist lock and then falls back, wrenching on Kirsta’s arm, wrist and shoulder with one movement! She yells in pain as Nakajima keeps up the pressure as he brings her to her feet and then goes for his ‘Suplex 66’ release dragon suplex, but Kirsta is able to block it and kicks back at his bad leg! Ryu is staggered and Kirsta goes for a spear, but Ryu leap frogs over her and her smashes her bad arm off the ring post to a huge crowd pop! Ryu grabs her from behind and hits his ‘Suplex 66’ to a big crowd pop and makes the cover.] 1…. 2…. [From the outside Jackie Daniels places Kirsta’s foot on the bottom rope stopping the count!] Beav: That’s Kirsta’s final rope break used up and I’ve got to say it’s great to see what goes around comes around. Mouth: What do you mean? Beav: All that interference from Jackie earlier and now she has to save Kirsta by using up her final rope break. Mouth: Whatever, all I know is it was a smart move. [The crowd are going wild as Ryu stands up with a look of evil intentions on his face. He knows Kirsta has no more rope breaks left! He grabs her and lifts her up and goes for a Northern Lights suplex but Kirsta is able to block it, she kicks his bad leg and then hits the ropes and goes for a chop block, but Ryu dodges out the way, Kirsta turns around and takes a kick to the stomach that doubles her over and then a stiff kick to the head that knocks her loopy! Ryu makes the cover again.] 1…. 2…. [Kirsta just kicks out in time to a big crowd reaction. Ryu gets up, bringing Kirsta to her feet and then throws her to the outside. He follows her out, still favouring his leg slightly, before dropping to the outside. He hammer locks Kirsta’s arm and then drives her into the ring post, before hooking her arm and dropping back with a divorce court arm breaker! The crowd pop for the move as Ryu rolls back into the ring to get his breath back and work some more feeling back into his leg. The referee’s count has reached 8 as Kirsta lies on the floor clutching at her injured arm.] 8… 9… 10… 11… [With Jackie Daniels helping her she gets to her feet cradling her arm which looks in really bad shape.] 12…. 13… 14… [She rolls back into the ring where Ryu is waiting with a knee drop to her arm before picking her up and hitting a great looking fisherman’s suplex with a bridge. The referee makes the count.] 1…. 2…. [Kirsta kicks out again as Ryu quickly gets to his feet and points to the top rope. The crowd pop big as he limps across the ring and starts to climb the turnbuckles.] Beav: Oh my, it looks like Ryu is going to the top, this could be a mistake, it’s a high risk move! Mouth: Let’s hope so, Kirsta can’t take much more punishment on that arm and she’s got no rope breaks left. [With the crowd cheering him on Ryu slowly climbs the turnbuckle and then gets to the top rope. With McCroski holding back Jackie Daniels from stopping him Nakajima launches himself off the top with a leg drop, but Kirsta rolls out the way just in time!] Beav: Oh! Crash and burn for Nakajima and he’s clutching at that injured leg once again! Mouth: This is the opening Kirsta needed and she’s taking full advantage. [The crowd boo as Kirsta quickly hooks Ryu in a dragon sleeper, before spinning around and planting him face first into the mat. With Nakajima dazed Kirsta motions to the crowd and then hooks him up in a painful looking Laso from El Paso!] Beav: That is one of the most painful moves in wrestling and Kirsta Lewis has Nakajima’s bad leg trapped with it! Mouth: She rarely uses this move but it’s perfect for this situation! [Ryu is writing in pain as Kirsta leans back on the hold as much as she can and after struggling for a few moments he is forced to reach out and grab the ropes, breaking the hold.] Beav: That’s it, no more rope breaks for Ryu or Kirsta. Mouth: The ropes are in play and Kirsta will come into her own now. She’s shown already she’ll do whatever it takes to win and now with the ropes at her disposal, she’ll cripple Nakajima. [Kirsta falls back from the hold and clutches at her arm as Ryu does the same with his leg. They both take a few moments to recover as the referee counts but Kirsta is up by the count of five. She stomps on Ryu’s head before lifting him up and hitting a snap suplex, she floats over into the cover.] 1…. 2…. [Ryu kicks out again to some big cheers from the crowd. Kirsta goes to the outside and waits as Ryu stands up slowly in the middle of the ring. When he is on his feet she hops onto the top rope and springboards in with a flying side kick right to the jaw that knocks Ryu down. She quickly gets up and brings Ryu to his feet, she whips him off the ropes and goes for a clothesline but he ducks, hits the opposite ropes but eats a huge spear from Kirsta on the return! Ryu is knocked backwards out of the ring as Kirsta lays on the mat clutching her arm again.] Beav: Folks that could be it for Nakajima he’s down and out on the outside of the ring. Mouth: No way is he getting up after that spear, that was brutal. [With Ryu down on the outside the referee starts his count once again.] 1….. 2….. 3…. 4….. [The crowd and McCroski are trying to encourage him but Ryu still doesn’t move.] 5…. 6…. 7…. 8…. 9…. [He slowly rolls over onto his stomach and then struggles up onto the ring apron but Kirsta spots him coming. She sprints across the ring and nails him in the head with a drop kick that sends Nakajima off the ring apron and onto the guard rail with a sickening thud!] 10… 11… Beav: Ryu might’ve broken a rib there, that was a bad, bad landing. Mouth: Great thinking by Kirsta there, a count out win is still a win. 12… 13…. 14… [Ryu is up on his knees as the crowd are cheering him on. He staggers up and onto the ring apron again.] 15…. 16…. [Kirsta charges and goes for a shoulder block, but Ryu gets his knee up and rams it into Kirsta’s face! She is stunned as he vaults over her and flips her over with a sunset flip!] 1…. 2…. [She just kicks out as Ryu is on his feet and waiting with a brutal looking superkick, Kirsta stumbles forward and he grabs her shoulder, hits two knee shots to her ribs then hits the ropes and knocks her down with a huge running axe kick!] Beav: That’s the ‘third times a charm,’ he’s beaten so many with that combination! Mouth: This could be it. [Ryu collapses onto Kirsta for the cover.] 1…. 2…. [Again she kicks out in time. Ryu can’t believe it as he stands up and limps around on his bad leg. Kirsta is on dream street as he sets himself and waits for her to stand up. She gets to her feet and he charges, he swings with a lariat, but Kirsta ducks, Ryu spins around and eats the ‘Hell’s Bitch Kick’ to a massive crowd reaction! He drops to the mat out cold as Kirsta makes the cover.] 1…. 2…. [Ryu kicks out to a huge crowd pop! Now it’s Kirsta’s turn to stare in disbelief at the referee.] Beav: I can’t believe he kicked out of that superkick from Kirsta, that puts them all away! Mouth: Nakajima showing the kind of heart and fighting spirit that has made him so famous. Beav: Folks this is what wrestling is all about and this is what the CWC will deliver! What a match. Mouth: You’ve got that right! [The crowd are applauding the efforts of both competitors as they lie on their backs in the middle of the ring sucking air. Kirsta is the first to move as she stands up and looks to Jackie Daniels who yells at her to go up to the top turnbuckle. Kirsta nods her head and goes to climb the turnbuckles.] Mouth: Looks like Kirsta is going for the finish here, the Cat Splash from the top. Beav: If she hits this, it’s all over for Ryu. [The crowd boo as Kirsta as she gets to the top rope and poses, but they erupt with a huge cheer as Ryu is up and he charges into the corner, hops onto the second turnbuckle and then sends Kirsta flying off with an arm drag to her injured arm. They land on the mat and Ryu rolls back into a cross arm breaker without letting go as the crowd pop huge!! Kirsta is screaming in pain as he hauls and yanks on her bad arm with all his strength!] Beav: This has got to be it, Kirsta has no rope breaks left and she’s trapped in that excruciating cross arm breaker. Mouth: She got to the ropes but there’s nothing the referee can do! [Kirsta is frantic holding onto the bottom rope but the referee shakes his head as Ryu yells and rolls forward, pulling Kirsta away from the ropes and into a painful looking crossface! The crowd are chanting ‘tap’ as Kirsta looks to be in real trouble and fading fast. Ryu has the hold synched in and won’t let go as McCroski is yelling encouragement to him and Jackie does the same for Kirsta. Just when it looks like Kirsta is done for, she is able to grab Ryu’s bad leg and turn out of the crossface and into an ankle lock!] Mouth: Oh what a reversal by Kirsta, ankle lock on Nakajima, he’s got to tap! Beav: This is unbelievable, what a move by Kirsta! [Ryu is now screaming in pain as Kirsta stands up and cranks on the ankle lock hard. He rolls forward to get out of the hold, but Kirsta holds on and stands back up with the ankle lock still in tight. The crowd are going insane, but Ryu is just able to grab Kirsta’s leg, bring her down to the mat and as she lets go he hooks her back into the crossface to a huge crowd pop!] Beav: Crossface! Crossface! Nakajima has the cross face back on, what an exchange! Mouth: No ropes breaks left either, this has to be it! [Kirsta is yelling in pain but is able to roll backwards pinning Ryu to the mat.] 1…. 2…. [He kicks out and rolls forward, but keeps hold of Kirsta turning into a painful looking Kimura on her injured arm! Again Kirsta yells in pain and reaches the ropes but the referee can do nothing! She is screaming and her free arm hovers just above the mat and she looks like she might tap out! Nakajima quickly hops behind Kirsta and drives knee strikes into her shoulder and bad arm over and over! The crowd go nuts as he lands a double knee strike to her arm and then locks the Kimura in again! Kirsta is in real trouble as Jackie Daniels hops onto the apron but McCroski grabs her and pulls her down! The referee is distracted long enough for Kirsta to move her body around and punch Nakajima as hard as she can in the groin!! The crowd heat is intense as he lets the hold go and she rolls away clutching at her arm!] Beav: Again Kirsta Lewis resorts to a low blow, gosh darn it that’s just wrong! Mouth: Easy on the potty mouth there partner! Look, she just did what she had to do to stay in this, Nakajima was going to break her arm. [The crowd boo as Kirsta stands up and sets herself for the ‘Hell’s Bitch Kick’ again. She waits as Ryu gets slowly to his feet and then goes for the kick, but he catches her foot, spins her around and then nearly decapitates her with a massive lariat!! He makes the cover.] 1… 2… [At the last possible second Kirsta kicks out to a huge ‘ohh’ from the crowd! Ryu makes the cut throat gesture and picks Kirsta up onto his shoulders, he goes for a Go To Sleep, but Kirsta wriggles down his back and into a pinning combination.] 1…. 2…. [Nakajima just kicks out in time as the crowd gasp! Both wrestlers stagger to their feet as the crowd are freaking out for the action they’ve seen. Kirsta swings with a clothesline, but Ryu ducks. He sweeps her legs and quickly hooks on the fugiwara arm bar again!! The crowd are freaking out as Kirsta tries to fight out of the hold but she can’t do it. Ryu leans back as far as he can and Kirsta screams before finally tapping out to a huge crowd pop!! Ryu lets go of the hold and falls back exhausted as the respective managers come into the ring to check on their wrestlers.] Beav: What a match and what a performance from both these amazing wrestlers. This was a technical dream match and Nakajima deserved his victory in the end. He fought clean, he fought hard and the people here in Las Vegas are showing him respect for just those reasons. Mouth: Hell of a match, Kirsta tried all the tricks but Ryu just worked that arm over too much! [Ryu gets to his feet and gets his hand raised. Kirsta gets to her feet and chrages Ryu and takes him down. She slams his head into the mat as he fights to get her off of him. Ryu manages to get get her off of him and get to his feet. Kirsta charges him...Ryu drops her with a shot to her stomach. Ryu pulls her up....Kirsta nails Ryu in the balls with a nasty right Ryu falls to his knees as Kirsta drives her boot into the face of Ryu.] Beav: I'm not sure that I agree with this. Mouth: Well I do, I dig this shit [The crowd come to their feet as Kostoff comes through the crowd and gets into the ring. He picks up Ryu as Krista nails him with the Hell's Bitch Kick Ryu falls forward into the waiting hands of Kostoff who drops him with the Dominator! Krista pulls Ryu up and tosses him out of the ring as the two embrace in a hug in the ring as Kostoff raises the hand of Krista.] Beav: I don't believe what I am seeing! Kirsta and Kostoff are apparently picking up where they left off the last time they were in the same company!
[WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: RYU NAKAJIMA]
--What a Night--
[The camera cuts back to the office of Bryan Baxman, where he sits behind his desk with his feet up on the mahogony surface, and a cigar in his mouth. Off to the side, sitting on an overstuffed leather couch and also puffing on a cigar, sits Commissioner Michael Norcia. Both men are watching the moniter before Baxman glances over to the wrestling business veteran.] Baxman: Well, this may be my first official night in the wrestling business, Mike. But I'd say this has been a hell of a night. [Norcia solemnly nods.] Norcia: It has. Baxman: So I'm thinking that there are a couple of guys that we need to just give up on now after tonight. If they couldn't rise to the occasion for something like this, how are they going to be week in and week out? [Norcia nods again.] Norcia: Ace and Cristiano, I assume? [This time it's Baxman who gives the nod.] Baxman: Yeah...why don't you just go ahead and show them the door now...the same exit you gave that Zion idiot. [A grin forms across Norcia's face as he slowly stands up and takes the cigar out of his mouth.] Norcia: Thought you'd never ask... [Norcia leaves the office and Baxman grins as he puffs on the cigar.] Baxman: Yep... [He stretches out his arms to each side.] Baxman: What a night indeed.... [Cut back to ringside.]
--Co-Main Event--
Cassandra: Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s now time for the second co-main event of the evening, and it is a Tai Pei Death Match Beav: Now THIS should be one brutal fight, Mouth! Hands wrapped in tape...dipped in glue, and then rolled in broken glass These two men are going to look like fresh goat cheese through the grater Mouth: That’s a pleasant visual... [“Symphony of Destruction” begins to blast, and the arena erupts in boos as the former two-time TFWF World Champion emerges onto the stage, holding his broken glass covered hands out to the sides, smirking at the crowd.] Beav: This sure is a treat to be able to have someone like Hardcore Legend, who really has only been wrestling exclusively in TFWF, to be here for our very first show to take on who many view as one of the early favorites to win the CWC Championship....Brad Jackson Mouth: I have mustache envy... Beav: Mouth, you couldn’t grow a mustache like that if your life depended on it. You hardly have as much fuzz as a peach Mouth: HEY I could grow a mustache like that if I wanted to You just wait I’m gonna do it [Hardcore Legend makes his way down to the ring with a smug look on his face the entire way. He reaches the ring climbs in, and yells out a few off color comments towards the crowd before he looks at his hands and starts playing with the broken glass to see how firmly it’s stuck to the tape. The music dies down, as the crowd is still giving Legend quite a bit of heat.] Beav: Those hands covered in broken glass certainly are a menacing sight I’m glad I don’t have to shake the man’s hand right now [The lights dim, heavy mist filling the ramp as strobe lights begin to pulse slowly. A steady bass throb begins, growing in volume, sounding much like a heartbeat. A single gunshot shatters the silence, followed by mocking laughter and Jackson's voice hurling insults before the music skips, and then the sounds of 'Lies' by Evanescence filters through the speakers. Dark red strobes pulsate on the entranceway, and a dark figure moves among them, stepping forward as indigo fountains of pyrotechnic spark either side of him. He strides forwards, ignoring the crowd reaction. He circles the ring once, his eyes steady, a look of angry concentration on his face, before ascending the ring steps and climbing between the ropes. Jackson stands in the middle of the ring, his head thrown back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback.] Mouth: I have a feeling this is going to be absolutely BRUTAL... [Once again the boos rain out, as Legend just smirks and glares around the arena seeming amused.] Cassandra: And his opponent...he is a former multi-time World Champion, weighing in at 287 pounds, and wrestling out of Chicago, Illinois.....CWC’s own....JACKSON [The crowd gives a huge pop, but Jackson pays it no mind, as his glare is focused right on Hardcore Legend, whose own glare is locked right back on him. Both men both look at their hands covered in the broken glass and smirk, as CWC Head Referee Seymour Fawles checks with both men to see if they’re ready, and calls for the bell.] DING DING DING Beav: And there’s the bell, but neither of this men are moving They’re stares are locked right on each other Mouth: What the hell is this? A staring contest? [The two men finally slowly approach each other until they meet in the center of the ring, eye to eye, nose to nose, and they’re exchanging some inaudible words that don’t appear to be the friendly sort asking about each other’s families and such. The crowd is growing restless, as the two men both seem to be getting angrier and angrier, when finally each men throws a hard right hand at the same time, and they both connect to the jaw at the same time, opening up small cuts on each of their left cheeks. The surprising sting from the broken glass obviously catches them both off guard, as they both spin away and reach up. The cuts aren’t bad, but they are definitely noticeable.] Beav: Both men just got a reality check as to what this match is going to be like with those opening punches, Mouth They’re going to remember this match every time they look in the mirror for the rest of their lives Mouth: Yeah...great... [The two men return their glares to each other, and begin to circle the ring. Jackson makes the first move, lunging in and grabbing Legend by the back of the head and lifting a knee into the midsection, and clobbers Legend with a jarring punch to the side of the head. Staying on the attack, Jackson pushes Legend up against the ropes and whips him across the ring, leveling him with a running clothesline. Legend pops right back up to his feet, and Jackson bounces off the ropes again. This time Legend ducks under the clothesline attempt, and Jackson comes back the other way and is flipped up and over with a back body drop. Jackson pops right back to his feet though, and both men are cocked to throw a punch, but freeze as they see the other with their glass covered hand pulled back and ready to fire.] Beav: And this one’s off to a quick pace after the ominous start, but as you can see, both men are still weary of their loaded hands Mouth: As long as they’re weary, I’ll be okay. Beav: Mouth, how can you have been in the wrestling business as long as you have and still be bothered by blood Mouth: .........SHUT UP [The two men look to lock horns, but this time it’s Hardcore Legend catching Jackson off guard with a boot to the stomach that doubles Jackson over, and then begins dropping massive forearm shots across Jackson’s back, dropping him down to a knee. Legend pulls him back up and unloads a massive chop across Jackson’s chest, causing a few small scratches from the glass in Jackson’s pectoral area. Throwing a couple of hard punches to the jaw, Legend opens up the cuts on Jackson’s face a little bit more before whipping him into the corner, and charges in after with a big splash, crushing Jackson up against the turnbuckles.] Beav: And now it’s Hardcore Legend gettin’ him some of Jackson here [Legend pulls Jackson out of the corner and sends him for the ride across the ring. Jackson slams hard into the turnbuckles, and once again Hardcore Legend charges the corner, but Jackson explodes out of the corner and meets him near the middle of the ring, tacking him down with a shoulder tackle and slamming him down hard to the canvas before unloading a series of rights and lefts.] Mouth: This thing’s going back and forth I have a feeling these two are going to beat each other into bloody pulps....LITERALLY Beav: Well we were expecting an explosive match with this one, and so far it looks like that’s exactly what we’re going to get [Jackson’s back to his feet now and pulls Legend up to a vertical base. Lifting a knee to the stomach again, Jackson hooks Legend up in a front face lock and hits a vertical suplex. Jumping right back to his feet again, Jackson reaches down and pulls Legend up again and fires three hard shots to the face of Hardcore Legend, causing his cuts to open up a little bit more now, sends him off the ropes with an Irish Whip, and grabs him on the come back, spinning him into a big spinebuster. Jackson floats over him for a cover ] Beav: Here’s the first pinning predicament of the night ONE TW... Kickout Mouth: Not even a two count [Jackson’s not surprised, as he gets back up to a knee and goes right back to work, grabbing Legend by the head and fiercely pounds away on the top of Hardcore Legend’s head. Getting back up to his feet, Jackson pulls Legend up with him, gets a double underhook, and drives Legend’s face right down into his knee for a facebuster. Legend bounces off of Jackson’s knee and falls right back down to the mat, but Jackson doesn’t let him rest. With a handfull of hair, Jackson “help” Legend back up once again and whips him towards the ropes, but Legend hooks his arms over the top rope to stop him from returning. Jackson smirks and charges him with a clothesline that causes BOTH men to topple out of the ring and down to the floor. They land in a heap down where the aisle from the stage meets ringside. Jackson’s to his feet fairly quickly, as Legend’s attempting to get up. Jackson doesn’t let him though, nailing him in the ribs with a vicious kick.] Beav: This thing’s spilled to the outside now, and Jackson’s continuing the assault on the former TFWF Champion And remember, Mouth He called in back up We KNOW that Fallen Angel is in the building tonight Mouth: That’s STRICTLY for moral support, I’m sure Beav: ....right. [Pulling Legend off of the floor, Jackson grabs him by the arm and whips him down into the steel ring steps with enough force to separate the two sections and knock them out of alignment, and then runs right at him, slamming his knee right into Hardcore Legend’s face. He pulls Legend up again, grabs him by the throat, and slams the back of his head up against the steel ring post.] Mouth: Jackson’s not taking any prisoner’s here He’s looking to hurt Hardcore Legend Beav: Well, there was definitely some big talking from both sides over the course of the past week leading up to this match, and all that type of talk does is feed the anger of a man like Jackson [Jackson, still in firm control on the outside, pulls Legend back over towards the aisle, scoops him up, and slams him down hard onto the metal rampway between the stage and ringside. Reaching down to pull him up again, Jackson is surprised by a punch thrown by Legend from his back, catching him right over the eye and opening up a decent sized cut which spins him away holding his face.] Mouth: Man...that glass on the fists can buy a guy some time, eh? Beav: Ain’t that the truth [Legend slowly makes his way back to his feet and sneaks up behind Jackson who’s trying to put pressure on the cut over his eye so the blood doesn’t hamper his vision, but Legend isn’t willing to give him the first aid break. He lowers his shoulder right into the lower back of Jackson and forces him face first right into the same ring post that the back of his head was just bounced off of a minute earlier. Jackson bounces off and stumbles away, but Legend stays in pursuit. He grabs Jackson by the back of the head and leads him down the length of the ring towards the side where the announcer’s table is at, and slams his face right into the top of the security barrier. Jackson drops down to a knee, leaning up against the barrier, as Legend puts him in a rear chinlock with his left arm and begins driving punch after punch right into the side of Jackson’s head, chopping up his skin underneath his hair. With both men’s faces splattered in blood, Legend pulls Jackson up grabs him by the back of the head and makes him look into his eyes, yelling “YOU AIN’T SHIT ” getting some heat from the part of the crowd who could hear him...but Jackson just narrows his eyes and spits right into the face of Legend, who responds by thrown punch right into the midsection and then rolling him back into the ring.] Mouth: This thing’s starting to get personal [Legend’s now back in the ring as well, as Jackson is attempting to pull himself back up to his feet with the help of the ropes. Legend assists him the rest of the way up, however, and shoves him into a corner. He grabs him by the jaw and starts some more trash talking, squeezing the jaw line as hard as he can and piercing the broken glass into his skin, before letting go and delivering a MONSTEROUS chop, leaving one big cut all the way across the chest of Jackson, with a few other smaller cuts, getting a “WOOOOOOOOO ” out of the crowd. Legend seemed happy with how that worked out, so he winds up and does it again, causing another series of gashes across Jackson’s chest. Legend, doing a little posturing now, walks out to the middle of the ring and is pointing at Jackson yelling “This is the best this damn place has? ?” getting the crowd to react to him negatively even more.] Beav: He’s not making any friends here... Mouth: He doesn’t NEED make anymore friends With a mustache like that, how could... Beav: ENOUGH ABOUT THE DURN MUSTACHE, MOUTH My gosh, I’m starting to wonder if you’ve got...what do they call it...a man crush? Mouth: HEY Beav: I’m just sayin’...you seem a bit preoccupied... [Legend turns his attention back to Jackson, looking to pull him out of the corner, but Jackson thrusts a boot out to the midsection of Hardcore Legend, turning him away. He’s still slouched down a bit in the corner though, trying to catch his breath. Legend turns back and comes back in at Jackson again, but ends up with the same result. Jackson pushes himself out of the corner, grabs Legend and spins him around, and throws him into the corner and begins throwing a flurry of punches to the ribcage of Legend, speckling his torso with small cuts from the glass. Pulling Legend out of the corner now, he hooks him up in a front face lock and drops down with an impaler DDT ] Mouth: This thing’s like a damn teeter totter Neither man can gain any control Beav: You’re looking at two highly decorated, grizzled veterans of the ring here, Mouth Neither one of these guys are going to willingly throw in the towel Mouth: I wish they would...all of the blood’s starting to make my stomach a bit upset... Beav: Oh for heaven’s sake... [Jackson pulls Legend up again, but Legend hits a low blow, causing Jackson to let go of him and stumble away in pain. Legend gets back up to his feet holding his head, grabs Jackson from behind, and hooks him up for a side Russian leg sweep, taking him down hard. He floats over Jackson for the cover.] Beav: And this is Hardcore Legend’s first official pin attempt of the night ONE
TWO Kickout Mouth: Damn it...he kicked out... Beav: I don’t want this match to end yet...this is one of the most evenly matched contests I’ve seen in quite some time, Mouth Mouth: Whatever... [Legend glares at the referee, but in the end knows that it was truly just a two count, and gets back to his feet. He pulls Jackson back up yet again and scoops him up over his shoulder, circles the ring and then goes into a running slam. Pulling Jackson back up with him, Legend whips him to the ropes, and then takes off in the opposite direction off of the ropes, and comes running back, nailing Jackson right between the eyes with a flying double axehandle right to the face, causing some blood to splatter onto the already blood speckled mat. Legend’s back to his feet quickly, as he can feel the momentum shifting his way, backs up into the ropes and bounces back, jumps in the air, and drives a fist right down onto Jackson’s forehead. He hooks the leg for another cover.] ONE TWO
T... Kickout Beav: Another two count Mouth: DAMN IT FINISH THE JOB, MAN [Legend again glares at the referee, but doesn’t waste any time arguing. He grabs Jackson by the head and pulls him up, backing him up into the ropes, but Jackson surprises him with a knee to the groin and yells “Turnabout’s fair play, asshole ” hooks him up in a front face lock, and suplexes Legend over the top rope and out of the ring, sending him crashing down right in front of Beav and Mouth. Jackson slowly climbs out of the ring, covered in blood, and drops down to the floor, where he reaches down and grabs a handful of hair, pulls Legend up, and slams his face right down onto the announcer’s table in front of Beav and Mouth.] Mouth: .....oh god....I’m not....feeling....[gurggles] Beav: Turn that way if you’re going to toss your cookies, please [Jackson pulls Legend back up, and slams his face down on the announcer’s table again, causing more blood to splatter all over the table, not to mention Mouth and Beav. Pulling him up again, this time, Jackson picks Legend up, and just drops him face first across the table, causing him to curly up and crumple down to the floor in a bloody heap. Jackson grabs a steel chair from next to the announcer’s table, taps it against the table, turns it upside down, and drives the top of it right into the ribs of Hardcore Legend. Now unfolding the chair, Jackson sets it up off to the side, and then pulls Legend up to his feet, leads him over towards the chair, sticks his head between his legs, lifts him up for a powerbomb, and slams him down with the back of his head hitting the seat of the steel chair.] Beav: MY WORD THAT COULDA KILLED HIM Mouth: ....I don’t...care...just get them...back in the ring... [Legend’s barely moving on the floor now, as Jackson does his best to wipe the blood from his eyes using his forearm. He then grabs the chair and throws it up and into the ring over the top rope and then pulls Legend up and rolls him back into the ring. Before getting back in, Jackson pulls up the apron on the side of the ring and pulls out a fire extinguisher, and then a table.] Beav: Uh oh...I think Jackson has some ill intentions here... [First he tosses the extinguisher in, and then slides the table in under the bottom rope, before slowly pulling himself back up into the ring, wincing in pain as he does so. As he gets to his feet, he pulls the table up onto it’s edge and extends the legs out, locks them in place, and sets the table up near the corner. He then reaches down and pulls Legend up, who can barely stand under his own power, and rolls him onto the table.] Beav: What in the world is Jackson doing? He’s not normally one to go for any sort of aerial move...but he’s heading for the corner now Mouth: ....good for him... Beav: Mouth, if you’re not going to be able to call the match with me, why don’t you just head back to the locker room? Mouth: No...I’m good...I just need.... [As the sound of Mouth vomiting into the the wastebasket can be heard, Jackson’s up to the second rope, sitting on the top turnbuckle before launching down for a splash onto Legend...] Beav: LEGEND ROLLED OFF THE TABLE JACKSON JUST PUT HIMSELF THROUGH THE GOSH DURN TABLE [As Jackson finds himself in the splintered mess of the table, Legend is still not moving much, but his eyes are open and darting around, at least showing that he’s mentally aware. He finally begins to stir, and starts to sit up, leaning on an elbow, and pulls himself over towards the ropes.] Beav: These two really ARE going to kill each other Mouth: [coughs a little] Huh? Beav: You need some water or something, Mouth? Mouth: I’ll be fine... [Struggling to get back to his feet, even with the help of the ropes, Legend pulls himself up and then stumbles back into the corner, using the top ropes to keep himself propped up. He looks down and sees the chair laying on the mat and staggers out towards it and kicks it to the middle of the ring. Then staggering over towards Jackson, he pulls him up slowly out of the broken table, sets him up for a DDT and pulls him right over the chair, and then slams his head down right onto the chair. Jackson lays motionless on the mat, but Legend doesn’t seem to have the energy to move either, and both men lay down in the middle of the ring. The referee checks on both of them, but with no count outs, can’t do anything but wait.] Beav: Jackson’s down Hardcore Legend’s down The brutality we’ve seen here has been absolutely devastating to both men [Legend finally starts to stir, clawing his way over towards Jackson. Using all of his strength, he slowly rolls Jackson over, and then draps an arm across his bloodied chest.] Beav: THIS COULD BE IT ONE
TWO
THRE.... SHOULDER UP [HUGE crowd pop] [Slowly trying to push himself up again, Legend carefully gets up to his hands and knees and looks around, clearing his blood soaked hair out of his eyes. Finally pushing his way all the way back to a vertical base, he stumbles around a bit, obviously off balance and weak from the blood loss, but gains some control and heads back for Jackson. But right as he leans down to pull Jackson up, Jackson grabs the fire extinguisher that was lying next to him and sprays it up into Legend’s face, blinding him and causing him to stumble and fall holding his eyes.] Beav: A DESPERATION MOVE FROM JACKSON I COULDN’T IMAGINE WHAT THOSE CHEMICALS HITTING THOSE OPEN CUTS FEEL LIKE [Jackson slowly rolls over and starts to crawl towards the ropes, and one rope at a time, as if he was climbing a ladder, Jackson pulls himself up to his feet and then leans back into the ropes, staring down Legend who’s on his hands and knees still trying to clear his eyes. Legend too finally gets back to his feet, and Jackson charges him, but Legend ducks a clothesline and the referee gets caught between Jackson and the turnbuckles, collapsing down to the mat. Jackson looks down at the ref, shrugs, turns around and walks right into a hard right hook from Hardcore Legend, but spins back around and lands one of his own Legend then throws another punch, landing it squarely, and Jackson goes to strike back, but Legend blocks ] Beav: Well they’re back at it, and now Legend looks like he may still have a bit more in his tank than Jackson does Mouth: I don’t think you can count Jackson out though... Beav: Oh, nice of you to join us again, Mouth Mouth: If I wanted any lip out of you, Beav, I’d scrape it off my zipper [Legend begins to land punch after punch to Jackson backing him up into the ropes, and then tries to whip him across the ring, but Jackson reverses and sends Jackson for the ride instead. Legend comes back taking flight, looking for a cross body press, but Jackson manages to catch him and use the momentum to hit a fall away slam Jackson floats over him for a cover.] Beav: And now Jackson has a cover again, but the referee’s down [The crowd suddenly lets out a huge pop, and as we look up the ramp, Fallen Angel is in a full sprint down to the ring now.] Mouth: Here comes the calvary [Fallen Angel slides in under the bottom rope, pops right up to his feet, and pulls Jackson off of Legend and throws him into the ropes before launching a hell of an assault.] Beav: AND YOU SAID HE WAS ONLY HERE FOR MORAL SUPPORT, MOUTH Mouth: Hey...if Hardcore Legend wins because of this, that would be good for his moral well being....so technically, this CAN be considered moral support Beav: This is cheating, Mouth You know it Mouth: Only if you get caught.... [As the beaten and bloody Jackson tries to cover up from the assualt that Fallen Angel is hitting him with, Hardcore Legend slowly gets to his feet and walks over to Fallen Angel and Jackson and joins in the assault. Both men now grab an arm and send him flying across the ring and off the far ropes, but Jackson takes them both down on the come back with a double clothesline ] Beav: JACKSON’S NOT GIVING UP [Jackson quickly sprawls over Legend and begins pounding him with punches again, as Angel gets back to his feet. Pulling Jackson off of his fellow TFWFer, Fallen Angel again begins to lay into Jackson with punches, backing him into the corner. Lowering his shoulder, he drives it into the midsection of Jackson, and then quickly looks around and grabs the chair off of the mat. He measures up Jackson and takes a swing, but misses as Jackson ducks out and under from the corner, causing Angel to connect with the top turnbuckle instead. Looking angry, Angel spins around just as Legend’s getting back to his feet, and sees Jackson between them. He takes another lunging swing with the chair, but Jackson is AGAIN able to avoid the shot, but this time Angel doesn’t hit the turnbuckle...he hits Hardcore Legend and lays him out ] Mouth: THAT wasn’t planned.... Beav: That’s a BIG oops Mouth: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING? Beav: Apparently he doesn’t want to be involved anymore Mouth: So you come out to help your buddy...accidentally hit him with a chair...and then just leave? Beav: Some friend, huh? [Jackson looks down at Hardcore Legend and smirks, as we see referee Seymour Fawles starting to come to. Jackson pulls Hardcore Legend up and holds him up by the throat, but it’s obvious he’s out of it. Jackson sets him up with the double underhook, spins him around, and hits his finishing move, Something Wicked ] Mouth: OH Beav: That’s got to be it [Jackson crawls over, rolls Legend to his back, and covers him, as the ref slowly makes his way over to them.] ONE
TWO
THREE DING DING DING Beav: AND JACKSON WINS JACKSON WINS THIS ABSOLUTE BLOOD BATH OF A MATCH Cassandra: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match.....JACKSON [The crowd pops as Jackson staggers to his feet and the referee raises his hand in victory, and his music reprises. Jackson makes his way to the ropes, drops down to the mat, and rolls out to the floor under the bottom rope, slowly making his way back up towards the stage. In the ring, Legend begins to stir and sit up, and asks for the microphone from Cassandra, even though he’s still sitting on the mat. The music dies down, and Legend glares up towards the stage, and mainly Jackson, who has his back turned.] HL: You people....cheer....THAT? [The smugness in his voice is still there even though he sits in the ring a bloody and beaten man.] HL: He couldn’t beat me on his own...that just shows what a bullshit company this truly is being built to be....he gets the victory over me because of outside influence.... Beav: IT WAS YOUR FRIEND WHO HIT YOU WITH THE CHAIR, NOT HIS HL: And then....you can just walk away feeling good about yourself.... [Legend fights his way to his feet, and leans over the top rope, pointing up at Jackson.] HL: If that’s the best you’ve got...this place is going to get flushed down the toilet faster than last night’s dinner You’re not in my league, Jackson...you never will be I can’t believe I even wasted my time not only with a worthless hack like you, but with a worthless damn start up wrestling company that’s only going to fold within two months anyway [Jackson slowly turns around, his face covered in drying blood and fresh sweat, and narrows his eyes. He takes a few steps back down towards the ring, causing Legend to give him a sick smile, but Georgie Nickles runs out from the back and immediately gets between him and the ring, pleading with him not to go back down.] HL: What’s the matter? Your little whore doesn’t want you to get hurt anymore? [Jackson tries to lunge past Georgie, who does her best to hold him back, when suddenly Peter Lenex, Adam James, and Michael Norcia all come running out from the back and blow by Jackson, causing some alarm for Hardcore Legend who quickly gets out of the ring and jumps the guard rail into the crowd. The three men end up in the ring, staring down Legend, who’s trying to work his way through the crowd to get the hell out of there. Bryan Baxman then appears from behind the curtain on top of the stage with a big smile on his face, as he watches Hardcore Legend high tail it out of the arena. Beav: MY WORD APPARENTLY PETER LENEX, ADAM JAMES AND THE COMMISSIONER MICHAEL NORCIA DIDN’T TAKE KINDLY TO THE WORDS ABOUT THEIR NEW COMPANY AND THEY RAN THAT ARROGANT BASTARD RIGHT OUT OF THE ARENA Mouth: He’s still cooler than anyone else here... Beav: And the Chairman looks on....and looks pleased What a night it’s been, but we are fresh out of time, folks Thank you for joining us! This certainly has been one heckuva “Big Bang” to start things off! We'll see you on the first edition of Whiplash next Thursday! [Fade to black.]
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