Heatwave - March 5th 2008
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VO: Tomorrow night on WWW.PVWRESTLING.ORG eight men -
[Camera fades through a quick slide show; CDK Abdullah with a
spinning kick, Tyrone Parker lifts his opponent up in a northern
lights suplex, Outlaw walks down the isle way jawing away, Christopher
Michaelson has his opponent up in an old fashion piledriver, RJ Souza
swings the blunt end of the baseball bat down into Oakes ribs, Caleb
Foley slaps the hands of the fans, Chris Hartt locks the avenger on
Paul Styles, Johnny Oakes drives his fist into the head of Montana
Bishop.]
VO: Eight men fight for the chance to be called the Rising Phoenix
Heritage Champion.
[Cut to a close up to the prestigious golden title. The image of the
Phoenix sits proudly displayed in the middle.]
VO: Tune in tomorrow night and celebrate Tradition!
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[The screen fades to black for a split second. A red P appears
followed by a yellow V and finally a red W.
The logo is gone and we are ring side at 52nd Street Armory. The
camera pick up on the two men who will breath life into the PVW with
their words. On the left has a black sports coat, dress shirt and
navy tie. He is a well groomed man in his early 30's with a black
trimmed goatee. Mic in hand he is considered an up and coming play by
play in wrestling, we introduce Chip Lester.
To his right, we have confidence and arrogance. An older man in his
mid 40's in an expensive golf shirt and slacks sits full of pride. He
has short hair and the start of a receding hair line, a small pair of
red shaded sun glasses sit firmly across his eyes. Somewhat new to
the wild world of wrestling, but wont admit it sits "Putter" Preston
Winfield.
They sit just at ring side in front a pretty plain wooden table set.
Stacks of paper sit in front of the two men as they await their que to
begin.]
CL: It's March the sun is shining and we are live in Phoenix for
another night filled with action packed wrestling on Heatwave! I am
Chip Lester and my partner in crime, 'Putter' Preston Winfield sits at
my side.
PW: That's right Chip tonight is the night we get to watch greatness
in the ring! Chase Williams defends his title when the prodigal son
returns to Phoenix.
CL: It's been the buzz around Phoenix as 'Wild Cat' Chris Tate has
returned from the Orient and face the PVW Champion. We also have
quite the main event when Charles Lassiter and The Spectre finally
step inside the ring and go at it one on one.
PW: It's time to finally find out just how much The Spectre has gotten
into Lassiter's head.
CL: And don't forget to tune into PVWrestling.org tomorrow night as
Tradition will be live!!! One lucky man will win three matches in one
night to become the first, Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion.
[Dragonforce's 'Through the Fire and Flames' plays over the speakers,
as "The Paladin' Chris Hartt makes his way down to the ring in jeans,
heavy boots and a hockey jersey with his logo on it. He greets the
fans, slapping and shaking hands. He climbs into the ring and takes a
microphone.]
CL: Speaking of Tradition tomorrow night, here is one of the favorites
to win the Rising Phoenix Heritage Title!
PW: No Chance!
[The fans are on their feet giving The Paladin quite a reaction. He
stands tall and nods to the fans with respect as their cheers die
down.]
Hartt: It seems that there is a real string of cancer in this
company. There are far too many who want to strut around, all full of
themselves, ready and willing to elevate themselves at the cost of
their co-workers, fans, loved ones, anyone! And I, for one, think it
has got to STOP!!
[Crowd cheers as Hartt paces around the ring a bit.]
How often does it happen that we have to sit back and suffer at the
hands of some bloated assbag who's only goal is to make everyone hate
him so much, yet they grab so hard for the top prize in the company?
How many times must we suffer through long tirades of how pathetic and
useless the fans are? How much better they are than the rest of the
world and OOOH what baaaadasses they are?
[Crowd cheers more to Hartt's passion filled words.]
They won't rest while someone gets the cheers that they will never
get. Nobody should ever be happy around here because if they can't
be, then nobody can be.
And I say, right here, right now… Enough…Is ENOUGH!!
I am sick of the whining, mewling, spi-dribbling pablum from whiny
jerks like Paul Styles…Rob Cole…Jonathan Monarch…especially our
[finger quotes in the air] "esteemed" champion…and to backstabbing,
no-nothing useless jackasses who don't know what it means to be a true
friend! RJ Souza…
[Crowd boos loudly, some start a 'SOUZA SUCKS" chant.]
…you're the worst of them all, man. I've never called anyone else
here a friend, except for you. You and I went up and down the road
together and shared good times, despite how badly we hurt, how tired
we were, no matter how much either one of us wanted to just bail out
and go home. We were there for each other, man! There were times
when we were like brothers. Closer than you and Destiny were, at
times. We felt the same things, shared the same trials and
tribulations!
AND YOU KILLED IT ALL WITH ONE SWING OF THE BAT TO THE BACK OF MY
HEAD, YOU SON OF A BI***!!!
[The crowd leaps to its feet, wild with the excitement and fury
stemming from Hartt.]
You drove that bat into my skull and killed the brotherhood we
shared!! Again and again, you hit me and tried to kill my spirit, all
the while, pissing on our friendship!!
You won't sneak off and get away clean, man. The line has been drawn
and I will CROSS IT…just to get back at you!! There is NO greater
act of evil anyone could have done to me, than to show me false
friendship. You betrayed my trust….you left me exposed with one true
weakness; my compassion for a friend!
YOU BROKE MY HEART, YOU SON OF A BI***!! There's NO amount of pain…no
amount of BLOOD…no amount of physical and mental anguish that I won't
unleash on you!! It may not be my place to pass any judgement on you,
Souza, but I will DAMN SURE make you WISH you'd met your GOD instead
of betraying my respect for you!!
May the Gods have mercy on your soul….because I will NOT!!
[Hartt tosses down the microphone and climbs out of the ring. He
walks to the back with a furious look on his face, barely able to keep
his head up straight.]
CL: You can see the emotion just pour out of Chris Hartt. RJ Souza
was like a brother to the Paladin. He broke his heart.
PW: Cry me a freakin river ya big baby. RJ Souza went on to better
things and at Rise from the Ashes he is going to finish you.
CL: Chris Hartt is as talent as they come. You don't see that much
emotion from him, but tonight it was staring us all in the face.
HD: From Phoenix, Arizona... Standing at 6 foot 2 and weighing in at
230 pounds...
' W I L D C A T ‘ C H R I S T A T E ! ! ! !
[The opening riffs to ‘Black Dog’ by Led Zeppelin begin to throughout
the 52nd Street Armory.]
Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move
Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.
Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing
Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.
Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way
Watch your honey drip, can't keep away.
[‘Wildcat’ Chris Tate appears atop of the entranceway and thrusts his
hands high into the air. Chris Tate is wearing a pair of long white
wrestling tights with three black strips running along the sides of
both legs. His short brown hair is wet and some water from the hair
drips slowly onto his face. He begins to walk the aisle slapping the
hands of the fans on his way.]
CL: Tonight is the return to the ring for ‘Wildcat’ Chris Tate here
in the United States.
PW: Unfortunately for him he’s going up against the PVW HEAVYWEIGHT
CHAMPION the one and only ‘Conceited Bastard’ Chase Williams.
CL: I hope that Chase doesn't count the Wildcat out; who is coming
off a successful three year tour of NJPW where he teamed with Akira
Shinashi to win the NJPW Pacific Tag Team Championship on two separate
occasions.
PW: Tag team wrestling is a whole different scene and plus Tate is
what forty years old. Chase is thirty this match is going to be all
Chase!
HD: From Beverly Hills, California... Standing at 6 foot 7 and
weighing in at 297 pounds...
' C O N C I E T E D B A S T A R D ' C H A S E
W I L L I A M S ! ! ! !
[The pounding bass of "Heavy Metal Kings" By Jedi Mind tricks rocks
the arena, and the ramp way begins to fill with smoke.]
##I murder you and laugh##
##I'm Barry Sanders slashing through the path##
##you a magician's assistant, I'm sawin' you in half##
[A figure appears atop the entryway, his shadow looming behind a
shroud of smoke. He emerges, standing smugly at the edge of the ramp,
arms crossed. Chase Williams regards the crowd with a disgust he does
not try in the slightest to hide as he takes the first few steps down
the ramp.]
##you a heathan that rely on the beast##
##I'm a demon at the fire crucifyin' the priest##
##I shine over beats##
##a motherfuckin' beast on the mic##
##I'm a lion out the jungle, raw meat what I like##
[Chase shadows a few punches as he ascends the ramp way, focusing
solely on the ring. He reaches ringside and climbs the stairs,
stepping over the top rope. He circles the ring and finally turns
towards the entryway with a look that can only be described as utterly
hateful.]
PW: And there’s the champ! Look at the size difference he has at least
four inches and roughly seventy pounds on Tate.
CL: And Chase Williams knows it as he just smirks at Chris Tate.
PW: You can hear Chase telling him that this is just going to be a
walk in the park.
[All of a sudden "The Warriors Code" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays
over the PA. as the arena fills with cheers. On the PVW LCD Phoenix
Screen we see a graphic and it reads "From Dublin, Ireland" CALEB
FOLEY]
You're the fighter you've got the fire
The spirit of a warrior, the champion's heart
You fight for your life because the fighter never quits
You make the most of the hand you're dealt
Because the quitter never wins
No!
[The lights begin to flicker and the camera zooms into the entrance
way but "The Fighting Irishman" isn't there. The crowd begins to stir
as the camera does a complete 360 and is now zooming in on the crowd
and you see the fan favorite Caleb Foley sitting in the crowd. Foley
stands up and starts bouncing to the beat of the music. He has his red
hair buzzcut and an eager look on his face. Dressed in all black, from
the kick pads to the boots and the jacket itself, Caleb stands up and
just stares at the PVW World Heavyweight Champion Chase Williams. The
World Champion is irate and throwing a fit in the ring and is
complaining to the referee.]
PW: Foley has no business being out here tonight. He should
concentrate on his match against The Golden One tomorrow night...
You were born to box in a city that's seen their share
Mello, Ryan, Carney, among them your photo proudly hangs there
Above the bar in the Gaelic Club
They tell the story of a throwback
With the heart of a lion
They salute your glory
[Foley just smirks as he begins to walk through the crowd that has
surrounded him. Foley is slapping high fives with the fans as other
fans are patting him on the back. Foley has now made it to the ring
barricade and just stares inside the ring at Phoenix Valley Wrestling
very first
ever World Heavyweight Champion. Foley is not taking his eyes off the
champ...]
CL: Preston listen to these fans get behind the Fighting Irishman...
PW: Does this rookie have a death wish or something...
CL: Actually I think Foley wants his shot against the World Champion.
PW: Well he better get in line because there are many more deserving
to have a match with the World Champ.
It's another murderous right
Another left hook from hell
A bloody war on the boardwalk
And the kid from Lowell rises to the bell
[Foley then leaps over the barricade and begins to walk towards the
announcers table. Before Foley sits down he grabs the PVW World
Heavyweight Championship and raises it high above his head so all the
fans in the
arena can see the belt...]
[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
PW: Foley is gonna have a very short lived wrestling career if he
keeps getting involved in Chase's business..."
[Foley then tosses the belt back to the PVW time keeper and walks
towards the announcing table. Chase just staring at the Fighting
Irishman as Foley has a big smile on his face...]
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PVW Heavyweight Title Match:
'Wildcat' Chris Tate
v. 'Conceited Bastard' Chase Williams [c]
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<<< DING DING >>>
[As the bell rings Chase Williams pulls down on the top rope stretching
his arms and shoulders for a brief moment. He slowly turns around and
is met by a quick kick to the mid-section that doubles Chase over
allowing Chris Tate to apply a side lock. Chase forces Chris into the
ropes and muscles out of the side head lock whipping Tate to the far
side ropes. The veteran ducks under a lariat attempt, rebounding once
again of off the ropes and leaps into the air with a cross body block.
Chase catches Chris in the air drives him to the mat with a modified
version of a powerslam.]
PW: Tate attempted to gain a cheap advantage but the champ showing why
he is the champ quickly put the momentum on his side with that vicious
powerslam.
CL: Chase stays on the attack as he goes to the ground and pound
method drilling elbow after elbow into the head of Chris Tate.
PW: All the Wildcat can do is cover up and I'm not sure exactly how
much that is actually helping him at the moment. Caleb Foley better be
paying attention cause if he’s not this pummeling will be him!
[Finally the referee is able to Chase Williams up allowing Chris Tate
to get to his feet. Tate shakes his head in an attempt to regain his
footing just before Chase Williams grabs Tate by the right arm and
whips Tate into the corner. Tate crashes into the corner and Williams
rushes forward crashing into Tate with a lariat in the corner.
Williams pushes Tate’s Head back and drives a back elbow into the side
of Tate’s face. He quickly follows up with a second elbow that rocks
Tate.]
PW: I told you it didn't matter what title’s Tate has won in the past
he is just out classed here tonight.
CL: At the moment it is all champion.
PW: Moment? Outside of the headlock what offense has Tate had?!
[Once again the referee pulls Williams off of Tate. Williams glares at
the referee and says don't touch me again! With that momentary
distraction Tate fires a left into the jaw of Williams surprising the
champion. He follows up with a right creating some space between
Williams and himself. The Wildcat connects with a standing dropkick,
taking the champion the mat. Tate throws his hands in the air getting
the crowd behind him as he drives a knee into the side of Williams’
head. Foley stands up and leads the crowd in cheering the Wildcat.
Tate floats to the head of Williams and locks on an inverted front
chancery.]
CL: Chris Tate has grounded Williams here and is using this inverted
front chancery as ..
PW: A choke hold! Call it for what it is Chip.
CL: The referee is checking and so far he hasn't deemed it a choke
hold Preston.
[Chris pulls Williams up to his feet and whips the champion to the far
side rope. Chris Tate follows closely behind Chase and connecting with
a stiff clothesline that sends both Williams and Tate over the top
rope crashing to the floor!]
PW: Tate being overly aggressive there and sending both men crashing
to the floor!
CL: The two men toppled right out in front of Foley.
[Foley leans over the railing asking Tate if he is okay. Williams
looks at Foley and tells him to keep out of the way.]
PW: Chase with a few choice words for Foley there.
[The referee begins the standard issued ten count as Tate holds his
head and slowly rolls his right shoulder before getting to his feet.
He pulls Chase Williams to his feet and is met with a right hand to
the midsection for his troubles. Chase hooks Tate and powers him over
with a vertical suplex onto the concrete floor. The crowd lets out a
collective groan as Williams gets to his feet and slides into the ring
to break the count. He once again rolls to the floor and grabs Tate
and slides him back into the ring.]
PW: Great sportsman ship there as Williams helps the fallen Tate back
into the ring.
CL: Yeah it was the least he could do after hitting that vertical
suplex on the floor.
[Williams slides back into the ring and fires a quick palm thrust to
the side of Tate’s head knocking the ‘Wildcat’ to a knee. Williams
grabs Tate’s head and goes for a snap DDT but Tate drops to a knee
blocking the hold. A look of frustration crosses the champs face so he
unloads with a series of elbows to the back of Tate. Williams forcibly
pulls Tate to his feet and finally drive him skull first into the mat
with the snap DDT. Williams brushes his heads off as he rolls Chris
Tate over and goes for the pin.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: KICKOUT! Chris Tate slips that right shoulder up.
PW: And Chase Williams looks pissed. You know as well as I do that he
had the dub with that DDT.
CL: That might be the case but Chris Tate has a lot of heart and it’s
going to take a lot more than that to finish off the Wildcat.
[Williams glares at the referee, obviously telling him to learn to
count faster. Both Williams and Tate are back to their feet and Tate
fires off a right hand and a second one rocking Williams back to the
rope. HE Irish whips Williams to the far side ropes, Williams rebounds
caught by Tate with an inverted Atomic drop. Tate rebounds off of the
rope and drives the champ’s head to the mat with a bulldog.]
[Hometown face pop for the rallying Wildcat.]
CL: The Wildcat making a run at the champ here with that bulldog.
PW: Its just a bulldog, Williams will get back to his feet.
[Almost as if on queue Williams gets to his feet and is met with a
quick knee lift. Williams staggers and Tate slips next to him
executing a side Russian Leg Sweep driving the back of Williams’ skull
to the mat hard. Tate hops to the second rope and drives the point of
his elbow into the heart of the PVW Heavyweight Champion. Tate hooks
the leg.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
[The crowd lets out a disappoint gasp as Williams powers out of the
cover.]
PW: Williams kicks out!
CL: The Wildcat is on the loose!
[A fired up Chris Tate leaps to his feet and grabs the legs of Chase
Williams turning him over into a Boston Crab! Williams screams as Tate
pulls back on the legs applying as much pressure as possible on the
lower back. Foley begins to cheer as Tate pulls back once again and
Williams lets out a furious scream. The crowd follows suit and the
roar for Tate is deafening.]
CL: Tate has that Boston Crab locked in tight!
PW: But Williams is reaching for that bottom rope.
[Williams reaches for the bottom rope but is just mere inches away
from it. He continues to struggle for the bottom the rope. The referee
leans forward asking Williams if he wants to give. The Champ screams
NO! Williams slams his head into the mat in pain as Tate tightens his
grip on the Boston Crab.]
CL: Tate won his first ever championship in Arizona with this very
hold!
[Williams pulls himself forward just a few inches and reaches for the
rope again … his fingers just slip off the bottom rope. Williams
screams and reaches one last time for the rope …]
PW: YES! Williams has the bottom rope. BREAK THE HOLD REF!
[Foley applauds as Williams reaches the bottom rope. Tate reluctantly
releases the hold but is quick to stomp on the small of the back of
Williams before he pulls him to his feet. Tate drives a forearm to the
jaw of Williams and follows up with a stiff palm thrust that knocks
Williams to the ropes. Chris whips Williams across the ring …]
PW: AND TATE DROPS HIS HEAD TOO QUICKLY!
[Williams with a Mafia Kick; driven the sole of his boot into the
lower head of Chris Tate; sending the Wildcat sprawling to the mat.
Williams points at Foley in the front row and screams this is for you
kid! Williams pulls Tate to his feet and slips behind him locking on a
waist lock. Chase Williams powers the Wildcat over with a vicious
German suplex.]
PW: Chase with a beautiful German suplex and he’s maintain his grip
and rolling through executing a second German suplex!
CL: Looks like Chase is going for a tri-fecta!
[Williams rolls through and pulls Tate to his feet. Williams though
slips his hands into a full nelson around the neck of Chris Tate and
powers him over once again.]
PW: DRAGON SUPLEX! AND CHASE BRIDGES FOR THE PIN!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
[The crowd cheers as Tate just kicks out of the Dragon Suplex bridge
attempt. Foley leads the cheers for Tate as an annoyed Chase Williams
stands to his feet and glares at the referee. He quickly grabs Tate
and whips him into the far corner with so much authority that Tate
staggers out of the corner …]
PW: REVALTIONS! Chase Williams just hit his Roaring Elbow and Tate
crumples to the mat in a heap.
[Williams glares at Foley who stands up and the crowd begins to chant
FOLEY – FOLEY – FOLEY !
FOLEY – FOLEY – FOLEY !
FOLEY – FOLEY – FOLEY !
Williams just smirks and goes for the limp body Chris Tate. Chase
Williams reaches down but Tate hooks his head and far side leg rolling
Williams up with an inside cradle.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
CL: Williams kicks out! But you can tell that inside cradle surprised
Williams there.
PW: And Williams didn't take to kindly to that surprise as he is up
and just stomping the head of Chris Tate like there is no tomorrow.
[Caleb Foley on the outside is screaming for the referee to get some
order in the ring, as the referee is doing all that he can to get
Williams under control. Williams shrugs off the grip of the referee
and pulls Tate to his feet by the back of his head. He locks on a
front chancery and hoists him into the air for a vertical suplex but
part way up he drops the legs of Chris Tate across the top rope and
uses the extra momentum to connect with a slingshot suplex. Foley
winces on the outside as Tate gets planted in the center of the ring.]
PW: Chase using the top rope there for some leverage before executing
that suplex.
CL: Williams is once again in complete control.
PW: I told you he would be. Tate was lucky a few times in the match …
CL: And Caleb Foley would tell you that sometimes luck is all you
need.
[Chase Williams drives an elbow into the heart of Chris Tate before he
pulls him to his feet. Williams pushes Tate into the ropes as he says
You can't mess with the champ. Williams drives two consecutive knees
into the gut of Tate and then drags him to the center of the ring.
Williams smirks as he points to Foley for a split second. He grabs
Tate and hoists him into a body slam position, but Tate is back is
against the chest of Williams. Williams kicks out his feet driving
Tate into the mat with all his weight behind it.]
PW: MOMENTS OF CLARITY! That’s got to be it!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !!!
<<< DING DING >>>
CL: Chase Williams successful in his first PVW TITLE DEFENSE here
tonight.
PW: Did you expect anything less from the Champ?
[The booming voice of Herk Douglas is heard.]
HD: And your winner and STILL PVW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION,
' C O N C I E T E D B A S T A R D ' C H A S E
W I L L I A M S ! ! ! !
[HEEL POP!!!]
[Caleb Foley hops over the guardrail and slides into the ring to check
on Chris Tate. The referee hands the PVW Championship to Chase
Williams. Williams thrusts the title belt high into the air for the
crowd to see. He slowly turns around to see Caleb Foley slowly helping
Chris Tate to his feet. Williams smirks as he exits the ring as Foley
just stares at him.]
PW: Look at Williams, the smart man not even wasting his time on the
likes of Caleb Foley.
CL: Caleb Foley is a talented young man …
PW: All he is a loud mouthed punk who doesn't deserve to be in the
same federation with a man the caliber of Chase Williams! He has
disrespected the champ - TWICE now!
CL: I'm not too sure if Caleb is actually disrespecting Chase Williams
rather then attempting to earn a shot against the Champion.
PW: You don't see Paul Styles out here... You don't see The Spectre
out here pestering Chase Williams.
CL: You do have a point there I guess.
PW: Damn right I do!
CL: What a way to start the night off though with the PVW title on the
line. Chase Williams is on a roll and he has once again shown Phoenix
why he is the champ.
PW: Chase Williams is what this business is about. He knows what it
takes to stand as the king of the mountain. It's going to take more
then Chris Tate or Caleb Foley to knock him off.
CL: It was good seeing Chris Tate back in Phoenix. Hopefully it's not
the only time.
[The Piano Exit from Layla by Derek and the Dominos plays as the crowd
turns towards the entrance as Rolemodel Paul Styles steps out in a
sweater vest over a dress shirt. followed by Carl Stevenson in a three
piece suit. Paul starts arguing with some passionate fans along the
aisle but Carl managers to keep him moving towards the ring. Behind
them Johnathan Monarch comes out in his wresting gear, black dress
pants, black dress shirt, maroon suspenders and matching dress shoes.
Johnathan doesn't pay the fans much attention…]
[UNTIL a group of small children along the guardrail start waving
enthusiastically with large smiles. Johnathan returns with a half nod
that gets the kids so excited they start jumping around squealing and
clapping as Johnathan continues to the ring where Paul and Carl are
already inside]
Rolemodel Paul Styles: Phoenix Arizona…
[a loud rumble of audible boos from the crowd envelope the entire
arena]
PS: I don't blame you for not being happy. I know everyone here
tonight feels they've been ripped off by the man because I'm not
wrestling tonight. And you have been ripped off. We've all been ripped
off because Paul Styles should be taking the title of Williams tonight
but he’s busy wrestling enhancement talent to try and stretch out his
short reign… but that’s beside the point. The point is tonight I am
here to publicly support my friend and partner Johnathan Monarch in
his match.
[turns to Johnathan]
PS: Johnathan, I'm not going to mention your crappy opponent… but good
luck tonight. I know it will be a success even without me at ringside.
[Paul outstretches his hand to Johnathan who smiles and says something
to Paul off microphone causing Paul and Carl to start laughing off
microphone as Johnathan shakes Paul’s hand]
PS: I'm sure you will be as successful as I was last Heatwave when I
beat PVW’s only Paladin, Chris Hartt, with two Ts! I knew going into
the match Chris wasn't very good but that match was an easy one. It’s
almost as if he'd been poorly trained. Either that, or he was too busy
fooling around with married women to prepare at all. Better luck next
time Hartt, with two Ts… and learn to keep better company.
PS: And hopefully Johnathan is as successful tonight as he was at
throwing Apollo Creed around ringside like a sack of garbage two weeks
ago. Apollo might be unrivaled in funk but he’s overmatched as a
professional wrestler. As a matter of fact, the only guy around here
I'd consider on Apollo’s level would be [bleep]’in Outlaw… and that’s
a pretty low level since that maniac couldn't even beat PVW’s Generic
Cocky Heel Christopher Michaelson.
PS: Or as successful as Urban Legend were at making their history seem
relevant to life today in PVW! It’s beginning to look like everyone
that had anything to do with me before I retired is showing up hoping
I can make them rich and famous for a few months all over again. Urban
Legend you were a second tier tag team in your prime and your just two
old men today. But if you two want to show up and lose a few bumper
matches for my main events, I don't have a problem with that. But if
you two keep name dropping Paul Styles and The Royal Family we will
have a problem with that. And for the record Stalker, that was the
weakest debut I've ever seen… take a little pride in your work and put
some thought into it next time.
[Pauses as he looks around at the crowd, starting to distract himself]
PS: As a matter of fact, the only part of Heatwave that dragged on
longer than The Stalker’s return was watching Charles Lassiter’s phone
ringing. I didn't think Lass was going to be able to top the
excitement of his pen not working when he got a phone call a few weeks
ago… but wow.
[Paul spots some cute girls at ringside and pauses, saying something
to them off microphone and smiling before he continues]
PS: It all a great story Charles. The memory loss, the mysterious
phone calls, the police, your hair… just great stuff. The only problem
is Charles Lassiter is a loser so it’s boring! No one in this crowd or
that locker room cares about Charles Lassiter meeting his wife in room
1120 of the San Carlos Hotel, how long he lets the phone ring, his
pens, his hair. It’s all amateur film student crap, Charles. You want
to try and write dramas for NBC? Great, I'll even buy you a new blue
pen so you can start. But until then why don't you act like a
professional and start talking about business… if I hadn't already
watched you stumble around a ring already, I wouldn't know Charles
Lassiter was even a wrestler… just some loser getting
phone calls.
[The Piano Exit for Layla plays as Paul drops the mic resulting in a
distorted THUD that brings a easy going smile to Paul’s face having
gotten everything off his chest. Carl starts to coax him towards the
ropes where Johnathan has already left and started towards the locker
room as Carl catches up to start talking about his match later. Paul
follows, flirting with the girls
along the guardrails]
PW: More poetry from Paul Styles.
CL: Styles out to do his daily run down the PVW. Lassiter appeared to
be his weekly target.
PW: He did have a point.
CL: Maybe one day he will respond to Rob Cole.
['Big' Gene Gaines and 'Mean' Ed Green are already standing inside the
ring.]
PW: You better watch these two they are dangerous!
CL: Well they are experienced I will give you that.
[An almost morbid classical piece fades in over the loudspeaker,
reaching a short climax... and is abruptly cut off by a screeching
guitar riff as FM Revolver's "Black Dove" blasts over the P.A. system.
[A slightly red-tinged light provides ambiance to the entranceway as
three figures step out, causing a large pop -- a nostalgic pop for
longer time fans, but mostly for the figure on the left:
[Outlaw grins beneath a matting of brown hair. A PVW T-shirt and
camouflage knee-high shorts provide a recognizable fashion sense. He
raises one arm in greeting -- or presentation, holding up the PCWF
Intercontinental Title proudly, the other hand dragging one trademark
duffel bag along.
[On the right, Johnny Styles glances at the crowd, a proud but serious
expression on his face. Plain black wrestling tights and boots are
draped by a tabard-cut T-shirt bearing likenesses of Livestock & the
Gutch. Black gloves and a matching bandana complete the Stalker's
current look.
[Towering in the middle, Semi casually strolls a bit behind, wearing
faded grey, baggy jeans and a black tank top. He smiles easily as he
follows the two smaller men towards ringside.]
HD: And their opponents... accompanied by Outlaw, at a combined weight
of five hundred and seventy five pounds...
' S T A L K E R ' J O H N N Y S T Y L E S
A N D
S E M I
U R B A N L E G E N D ! ! !
[The trio pause to take in the crowd response just down the ramp, Semi
almost threatening to get misty-eyed. After a moment, they continue
towards the ring.]
PW: What the heck is Outlaw doing down here. I was so looking forward
to the night knowing this guy wasn't scheduled.
CL: Outlaw is down and mingling with the fans.
PW: Hurry cover that young childs ears!
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Tag Team Action, 15 Minute Time Limit:
'Big Gene' Gaines & 'Mean' Ed Green
v. 'Urban Legend
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<<< DING DING >>
CL: There is the bell and Gene Gaines appears to be starting things
off as Semi and Johnny Styles are discussing something.
PW: Knowing them who is going to baby sit Outlaw after this match.
CL: It appears Semi is going to begin things for Urban Legend. For
you young wrestling fans out there. Urban Legend was quite a popular
tag team eight or nine years ago. They had quite a feud with the
Royal Family.
PW: They wouldn't stand a chance now.
CL: I wouldn't be so sure.
[The two big men start things off and 'Big' Gene Gaines raises his
right hand just daring Semi to accept it and begin a test of strength.
Semi looks at Stalker then to the crowd who yell out, NOOOOOOO!
Against what everyone says - Semi accepts the test and it begins!!!!]
CL: The two big men are in a full test of strength both hands clasped
and attempting to gain the upper hand. 'Big' Gene Gaines the big
Wisconsin begins to get the upper hand as Semi has dropped to one
knee...
PW: The fans warned him. I guess if you hang with Outlaw long enough
then you are going to do stupid things.
CL: The fans getting behind the outgoing tag team and Semi is back on
his feet and has turned the tides!
[Semis is now up and is backing Gaines up, Gaines kicks Semi in the
stomach breaking the test of strength and drops a axe handle on the
mid back.. He whips Semi across and the big man ducks under a swing
right hand. Semi rebounds and BIG shoulder tackle sends Gene Gaines
to the mat.]
CL: Semi has Gaines back up and BIG haymaker he wraps his arms around
him and bone crushing belly to belly suplex!
ONE ...
TWO ...
PW: Not this early, Gaines with a kick out. Semi pulls 'Big' Gene
Gaines over to his corner and tags in Stalker. 'Stalker' Johnny
Styles springboard off the ropes into a sunset flip!
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: Another kick out. Semi and Stalker pull Gaines up and Send him
into the corner with an Irish Whip. Semi charges into a big avalanche
splash! Stalker follows his partner and leaping baseball slide
dropkick into the slumping jaw of Gaines! Look at the team work of
these two.
[Ed Green reaching through near the corner where the action is and
Stalker is up and kicks the palm of Green's hand away. Stalker
drives Gene Gaines back with an European uppercut. He goes to whip
Gaines across with another Irish Whip, but Gaines stops him and pulls
him into a desperation short arm clothesline. Gaines makes the tag
into Ed Green.]
PW: Now Urban Legend is going to feel the pain!
CL: Green begins putting the boots to Johnny Styles. Drops a big
right hand. He pulls him up and sets him up for a big Piledriver....
[BIG POP, Johnny Styles counters with a back body drop! He hits the
ropes and stops landing a Do-Se-Do elbow drop! The fans give The
Stalker a big pop as he hooks the leg!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: Green with a shoulder up. Stalker tags Semi back in and Semi with
a quick snap suplex. Stalker off the ropes with a Second Rope Fist
Drop!!!!! More excellent double teaming by Urban Legend.
PW: I'd like to see them face Royal Family now.
CL: So would I!
[Semi locks on the STF and Ed Green looks in a bad position. The fans
cheer as the referee bends down asking if he 'gives up'.]
CL: 'Mean' Ed Green looks to be in a bad spot. Who would of thought
Semi would be so good as submission wrestling?
PW: With Outlaw and Urban Legend you never know what you are going to
get when they walk out here. You thought it was bad having Outlaw
inside the PVW.... Now we have three of them.
CL: I never said it was bad. I actually like the kid.
PW: The heck?
['Big' Gene Gaines enters the ring and gives Semi a boot to the back
breaking the hold. This forces Stalker to enter full steam...
Stalker with a series of rights and then drops him with a Russian
legsweep. Meanwhile Semi lifts Ed Green up and whips him into the
rope and short-arm clothesline! Outlaw is now on the outside sitting
in a chair and has propped his legs up on the ring apron.]
CL: All four men inside the ring. Urban Legend in full control.
Stalker and Semi turn and pull up Gene Gaines and toss him right over
the ropes. They turn as Ed Green is stumbling up and Sudden Death DDT
by 'Stalker' Johnny Styles!!!!
PW: I hope somebody leaps over the top ropes and right on Outlaw.
[Semi has made his way onto the second ropes and Stalker pulls Ed
Green up and hands him to his larger partner. He lifts him up into a
Super Dragon bomb!!!!!]
CL: This thing has to be over!!!
PW: It appears they aren't finished with Ed Green yet. I thought he
was Outlaw's buddy.
CL: Stalker is now headed to the top ropes....
PW: These guys keep trading places.
CL: Semi powerbomb lifts Ed Green up and holds him as Stalker flys off
with an INVERTED DDT!!!!!!!!
PW: What do they call that?
CL: Well looking at their list of moves it's errmm... That [bleep]
bent him [bleep] sideways.
PW: What?
CL: I am not repeating that.
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !!!
[POP!!!!]
CL: What a debut by Urban Legend! Stalker and Semi came down here and
had their ways with 'Big' Gene Gaines and 'Mean' Ed Green.
PW: That sounded so wrong.
CL: ....
[Outlaw has rolled inside the ring and the three raise their arms.]
PW: What is Outlaw celebrating? He didn't do anything.
CL: It's been a long time since we have seen this trio standing side
by side inside the ring. It's good to have them back.
PW: Says who?
CL: Welcome back Urban Legend... Welcome back!
PW: They join a stacked tag team world. Wait until they step in the
ring with Prophets, Livestock and Gutch, or the Royal Family.
CL: Urban Legend has _beaten_ Royal Family before.
[The lights go out as static appears over the screen.]
Voice: There will be no reunion.
["KGB" appears on the screen, as per usual.]
Voice: Schizophrenia is only as bad as you make it out to be.
[Laughter begins to play over the speaker as "Omni" appears on the
screen, replacing "KGB"]
Voice: See you tomorrow.
[Screen goes dark as the lights return.]
PW: Who the heck is this KGB? He has to be Russian!
CL: Your guess is as good as mine. Is it someone sending a message to
Urban Legend?
HD: Introducing first led to the ring by Samuel Cunningham. From
Durham, North Carolina Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds
and standing at six foot three.
' H A N D S O M E ' S T E V E N H A Y E S ! ! ! !
["Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple plays over the PA, and the fans
boo as Samuel Cunningham rolls out in a wheelchair and a brace tightly
around his neck. The well dressed manager is joined side by side by
'Handsome' Steven Hayes. The duo slowly makes their way down the
aisle.]
PW: Poor Samuel Cunningham I still can't believe Darius Walker did
this to him
CL: Speaking of Darius Walker he has been banned from ring side
tonight. It appears the business alliance between Livestock & The
Gutch and The Thrillers has done enough damage already.
HD: His opponent standing at six foot two and weighing in at two
hundred and thirty seven pounds. From Juneau, Alaska -
' B L A C K I C E ' G I D E O N F R O S T ! ! !
[As the opening piano begins to play for “Our Foes Shall Fall” by
Summoning Gideon Frost slowly makes his way out from behind the
entrance way. Frost is wearing a pair of full length white wrestling
tights, white wrestling boots with white laces. His white hair falls
to his shoulders as it not tied back for the match.]
The sword is sharp, the spear is long
The arrow swift, the gate is strong
The heart is bold that looks on gold
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong
[He slowly begins to walk down the aisle staring at the ring the
entire walk, ignoring the fans who try to slap his hands as he passes
them.]
The mountain throne once more is freed
O! Wandering fold, the summons heed
Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste
The king of friend and kin has need.
[Gideon slides under the bottom rope into the ring. He slowly stands
to his feet and leans against the ropes stretching his back.]
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One on One Match:
'Handsome' Steven Hayes
v. 'Black Ice' Gideon Frost
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<<< DING DING>>>
[The two men circle one another in the ring, the fans urging Frost to
a win over Steven. Frost motions for a tie-up, and he and a grinning
Hayes lock horns, collar and elbow, in the center of the ring...]
CL: Here's a tie-up, Frost with the size advantage...
PW: But he's no match for Steven! Yes!
[Much to the chagrin of the crowd, Hayes clamps his opponent in a
side-headlock, and looks into the camera with his million-dollar
smirk. It's quickly wiped from his perfect visage, however, as Frost
twists into an arm-wringer, and whips Hayes over...]
CL: Frost with a text-book arm-drag!
PW: What the heck?!
[With the fans cheering, 'Handsome' bounces to his feet, slightly
stunned. He glares at Frost, and charges him, but pays for his
recklessness as he finds himself being whipped over again...]
CL: Another arm-drag, and 'Handsome' is down again!
PW: It's okay, Steven's just getting started. No worries.
CL: Hayes having some trouble getting out of the blocks...
[Getting back to his feet with the fans ecstatic, Hayes dusts himself
off, almost humbled, even. What was once his trademark smirk twists
into a snarl, and he spins around and throws himself at Gideon with a
wild lariat attempt...]
CL: Hayes misses with the clothesline!
PW: What's going on, Steven?!
CL: Frost with right hands to the face of 'Handsome'...
PW: Get in there, ref! He'll ruin Steven's perfect looks!
[Under the flurry of offence from Frost, Hayes staggers back into the
corner, the top rope the only thing keeping him on his feet. With
Hayes on the back foot, Frost reaches back, and....]
[CROWD]: WHOOOOOO!!
CL: Good GRIEF! What a chop by Frost!
PW: Referee! Do something!
[CROWD]: WHOOOOOO!!
CL: ANOTHER!
PW: No! Steven!
CL: Frost is HUNGRY...
[With the welts beginning to raise themselves on Hayes' rock-like
pectorals, Frost grabs him, smacks a forearm against his chin, and
launches him across the ring, where he slams against the turnbuckle
with audible impact...]
CL: Frost with the whip... HAYES HARD INTO THE CORNER!
PW: ARGH!
[The collision with the turnbuckle sends Hayes staggering out into the
middle of the ring, a hand pressed to his lower back. With the fans
cheering him on, Frost lines himself up, charges in...]
CL: OH MY!
PW: This CAN'T be happening. It just CAN'T!
CL: Flying reverse elbow! Right on the money!
PW: No! Don't do that!
CL: Frost with a cover! This could be all over early!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THRE- NO!
PW: PHEW!
CL: Hayes just got that right shoulder off the mat...
[Frost is back to his feet in an instant, bringing Hayes up with him.
The fans are electric as he lifts a knee high into Hayes' ribcage,
sending him reeling back into the ropes...]
CL: Frost, now, shoots Hayes across...
PW: This is looking BAD, Hayes. REAL bad.
CL: Handsome is in trouble, here, no doubt about it...
[Frost swings with a clothesline, but Hayes ducks. The momentum
carries Frost around, just in time to see his opponent bounce off the
ropes, and launch himself...]
PW: YEEEA- NO!
CL: Hayes went for the cross-body, and MISSED!
PW: Oh come ON! Somebody give this guy a break!
CL: Maybe his good luck has deserted him here tonight...
PW: ... to say the LEAST!
[Hayes is curled up, underneath the far ropes, as Frost grabs a
handful of his hair, and hauls him back to his feet. He seems a little
unsteady on his feet, as his opponent synches in a front face-lock,
sets himself, and lifts...]
CL: SUPLEX!
[The 'Handsome' comes down hard on his lower back, and Frost, like a
flash, rolls back into a lateral press...]
CL: Frost with ANOTHER cover! This could be all...!
PW: Come on, Steven! Come on!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE- NO!
PW: Two! Two!
CL: Man... what a close near-fall...
PW: Steven knew what he was doing, Hayes. He's okay.
['Handsome' seems slightly more frustrated this time, getting back to
his feet. He stomps, hard, on Hayes chest, before grabbing him and
lifting him back to a standing position...]
CL: Frost has been more than impressive, here tonight...
PW: Oh, shut up, Chip. This is TERRIBLE!
CL: Well, the fans don't seem to think so..."
[A right hand, and Hayes, once again, is dazed. Frost grabs him by the
wrist and attempts to shoot him across the ring, although Hayes
somehow manages to counter...]
CL: Hayes reverses the whip...
PW: Come on, Steven. You can do it...
[Hayes lines up a stiff back-elbow, but Frost ducks underneath it. He
spins around and drops his head, but telegraphs the maneuver, and
Frost launches himself into a sunset flip. Hayes nearly goes down, but
just manages to stay on his feet...]
CL: Sunset flip! Can he get Hayes over...?
PW: Fight it, Steven! Fight it!
[Just when it seems like Hayes is going to go down, he drops to his
knees, pinning Frost' shoulders to the mat...]
CL: HAYES COUNTERS THE SUNSET FLIP!
PW: YES! HE'S GOT HIM!
[He raises his fists in celebration, as the referee slides in...]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THRE-
[Just as his hand is coming down the three, Frost brings his feet up,
and hooks them under his opponent's arms, and rolls him on to his back
in a smart pinning combination...]
PW: WHAT THE-?!
CL: FROST RE-COUNTERS! HE'S GOT HAYES ROLLED UP!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THRE-
CL: TWO COUNT ONLY!
PW: THANK GOD!
[Hayes kicks out, and the two men roll out of the cover and get to
their feet almost in stereo. 'Handsome' charges at Frost with a
lariat before he's even fully upright, but Frost, it seems, is ready
for it...]
CL: FROST BLOCKED THE CLOTHESLINE!
PW: NOOOO! NOOOO!
CL: T-BONE SUPLEX!! T-BONE SUPLEX!!
PW: ARRRGH!
[The force of the move almost carries Hayes out of the ring, but, in
the end, he ends up landing hard on the relative 'safety' of the mat,
next to the ropes. Holding his back, he rolls out to the floor, and
into a heap on the ringside mats...]
CL: What a suplex by Gideon Frost...
PW: That's right, Steven. Just catch your breath out there.
CL: Can you believe Frost' dominance in this match, Preston?
PW: Dominance?! Hayes is just... tired. That's all.
CL: And how would you know that?
PW: Well, uh... y'know... the, err...
[As Preston struggles for a reply, Frost attempts to follow Hayes out
to the floor, only to find his path blocked by the referee. The fans
at ringside are giving 'Handsome' a less-than-homely reception as he
pulls himself to his feet with the aid of the guardrail...]
PW: ... y'know, the, err... the...
CL: Frost in FIRM control of the match, and you have to believe that
Hayes is in danger of losing this match...
PW: Not a chance, Chip. He loves it too much.
CL: Well, he may have to learn to live without it if Gideon Frost
continues to punish him like we've seen him do up to now...
['Handsome' is finally back up, and his opponent, not wanting to give
him too much time to recover, weaves his way past the referee, and
begins to climb the turnbuckles...]
CL: Frost is gonna take a chance, here...
PW: Look out, Steven!
CL: Frost is gonna risk it all to win the match...
[With a groggy Hayes seemingly out on his feet, propped up against the
security rail, Steven catches his balance, and leaps towards his
opponent...]
CL: Frost-!
PW: YES! YES! YES! WHO'S THE SMARTEST?!
CL: HAYES MOVED! FROST TASTES THE GUARDRAIL!
[Frost puts a hand to his mouth, but there is no blood. He slumps to
the mats, and Hayes isn't exactly quick to follow up, before
staggering over to him, and hauling him back up...]
CL: Nobody home for Frost' big high-risk move...
PW: And that was just the break Steven needed!
CL: He's got Frost back up...
[The fans sound a heel pop, as 'California Love' catches a mouthful of
Hayes' right hand, before being grabbed, and irish whipped...]
CL: OH MY!
PW: YEEEEEEEES! HA-HA!
CL: Frost just crunched into those steel steps...
PW: BEAU-TI-FUL!
[Frost is clearly hurting as his opponent grabs a handful of his hair,
and rolls him back into the ring. Frost, seemingly, is still tasting
the steel from his earlier exploit, as a still-dazed Hayes follows him
in...]
CL: Hayes back in... drops a fist right into Frost' mouth!
PW: He's all burnt out, Hayes! Steven is a GENIUS!
CL: If anything, Frost was just TOO hungry...
PW: And Steven let him punch himself out! BRILLIANT!
[Hayes hauls Gideon back to his feet, and, to a chorus of boos from
the thousands on hand, nails him straight in the face with a right
hand, before whipping him across...]
CL: Irish whip... Frost into the ropes...
PW: This is where Steven shows what he's REALLY made of...
CL: Dropkick!! Superb elevation!
PW: Oh man! How great was THAT?! Right in the kisser!
[Frost goes down like he's slipped on ice, but bounces right back up.
He staggers around in a circle, but his opponent is just waiting to
hammer home a knee into his gut, hook him up, and...]
CL: RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!
PW: WHOO-HOO!
CL: PERFECT execution by Hayes...
PW: He's got him now, Chip!
[Hayes rolls back into a lateral press seamlessly...]
PW: This is it, Chip!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THRE-NO
PW: THREE! THREE! YES! STEVEN DID IT!
CL: Uh... Preston? Frost kicked out at two.
PW: What?! No! What's wrong with you, ref?!
[The 'Handsome' seems to share Preston's sentiments, exchanging a few
words with the referee as he gets back to his feet, bringing a groggy
Frost up with him. The referee just shows him two fingers, and Hayes
delivers a swift kick to the gut...]
CL: Boot to the mid-section... irish whip...
PW: Finish him off, Steven!
CL: ... Frost shot off the ropes... AGAIN...
PW: OOOOHYEAH! WHADDAMOVE!
CL: POWERSLAM! POWERSLAM!
[Frost reaches for his lower back, and Hayes wastes a split-second
celebrating the maneuver, before dropping into a lax cover...]
PW: GET IN THERE, REF! STEVEN'S GOT IT WON!
CL: This could be all she wrote for Gideon Frost...
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE-NO!!!
PW: Oh, COME ON, referee! Can you count ANY slower?
CL: Shoulder up, and Frost was within a hair of three...
PW: That WAS three! The referee was counting in slow motion!
[Hayes pounds the mat in frustration, before getting back to his feet.
Despite having rolled his shoulder off the canvas, Frost is still down
as his opponent spends a few moments pondering his next move, before
stomping him, and heading for the top rope...]
CL: Hayes is gonna go upstairs, now...
PW: Yes! Get your cameras ready, folks...
CL: ... Frost getting back up, Hayes is still climbing...
PW: You've got him now! He's all yours!
[Gideon finally pulls himself back to his feet, as Hayes reaches the
top turnbuckle. Frost spends a split-second staring, helplessly at his
perched opponent, who leaps...]
PW: INCOMING!!
[But, at the very last instant, Frost snatches him in mid-air...]
CL: OHMYGOD! OH MY GOOD GOD!
PW: AAAAAAARGH!!
CL: THE MOST AWE-INSPIRING POWERBOMB I'VE EVER SEEN!
[Hayes arches up off the canvas, clutching his lower back, and a
fatigued Frost just flops on to his back. The fans are going
absolutely ballistic, with the two men down in the ring...]
CL: Frost caught him in mid-air!
PW: I... I... I'm in shock, Hayes. I can't believe that.
CL: He caught him, and delivered a HUGE powerbomb on him!
PW: But he can't make the cover! Thank GOD!
CL: Frost is spent! Can he capitalize...?
[Finally, Frost sits up, if slowly, and rolls over the prone body of
Steven Hayes, as the referee slides in...]
CL: YES! FROST WITH A COVER!
PW: NOO! DON'T DO THAT!
ONE ...
PW: KICK OUT, Steven!
TWO ...
THREE!!
CL: YES! YES! YES! HE DID IT!
PW: NO! NO HE DIDN'T! LOOK AT THE REF!
[Indeed, the ref is holding up two fingers, as Steven Hayes managed to
roll a shoulder off the canvas a fraction of a second before the three
count. Frost, dazed and confused, rolls off his opponent's carcass,
and pulls himself to his feet, arms raised in celebration.]
PW: No! No! This ISN'T over! You haven't won!
CL: What's going on, here? I though we had a three-count...?
PW: No we didn't! You saw it, Chip; Steven kicked out.
CL: He did?
PW: Yes. He did. Look at the ref, are you BLIND?
CL: What's going on, here?
PW: What, so you're deaf as well, now? STEVEN KICKED OUT!
[The announcers confusion is shared, not only by the fans, some of
whom are cheering and others looking on in bemusement, but by Frost as
well, while Jason Taylor tries to explain that the match isn't
over...]
CL: Frost is as puzzled as we all are, it seems...
PW: Hayes kicked OUT! Do I have to draw you a PICTURE?
[Meanwhile, the 'Handsome' stirs on the canvas, rolling on to all
fours, and crawling over to where an oblivious Gideon Frost is deeply
engaged in a conversation with the referee...]
CL: He's back up!
PW: What resiliency! That's a true athlete for ya', Chip!
CL: LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW!
PW: Take THAT!
CL: Hayes RACKED Frost!
PW: YEEEEE-ES!
CL: Is that something a 'true athlete' would do, Preston?
PW: Well, err..... oh, shut up, Hayes!
[Gideon is doubled over as he staggers around. The ref is pretty much
sandwiched between the challenger and the turnbuckles, as Hayes gets
back to his feet, and charges in...]
[CROWD]: OOOOOOOOOOH!
CL: OH MY!
PW: WHAT?
CL: HAYES JUST CLOTHESLINED THE REFEREE!
PW: That cheat Frost must've pulled him into his path!
CL: WHAT?! Frost DUCKED, and Hayes clocked the ref!
PW: Oh... SURE. Maybe that's what it LOOKED like...
CL: What ARE you talking about, Preston-? WAIT! Frost!
[Hayes spends a moment looking at the official, sprawled on the
canvas, cradling his head, before shrugging, even smirking slightly,
and turning around, only to find himself right in Frost' grasp...]
PW: NOOOO!
[A kick to the gut is followed by the underhook of the arms, and...]
CL: DOUBLE ARM DDT!! Frost SPIKED Hayes!
PW: BUT THERE'S NO REF!
[Hayes forehead disappears a good half-inch into the canvas on impact,
before recoiling, and ending up flat on his back. Frost, paying the
price for his 100mph offence at the start of the match, stays down,
along with the ref, who hasn't moved yet either...]
CL: FROST IS DOWN! HAYES IS DOWN! THE REF... IS OUT!
PW: It's CARNAGE, Chip!
[Eventually, with the crowd cheering him on, Frost rolls over on to
his stomach, and throws an arm over the chest of a semi-conscious
Steven Hayes in a cover. The referee, however, is down, out, and
unable to count the fall...]
[CROWD]: ONE.......... TWO........... THREE!!
PW: There's no ref! You can count all you want!
CL: Frost has got this match won!
PW: No he hasn't! Who's gonna count the pinfall, eh?!
CL: Surely there's got to be another referee backstage...!
PW: Oh, stop whining, Hayes! We're FINE out here!
CL: Wait a minute! Who's this coming down the aisle?!
[All eyes turn to the walkway, expecting to see another official
charge down to count Frost to a victory. However, upon seeing who it
REALLY is, the fans sound a ground-shaking heel pop...]
CL: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! IT'S, IT'S...
PW: YES! YES!
CL: ... IT'S LANE! WHY'S THIS GUY COMING DOWN HERE?
PW: He's coming to give his buddy a helping hand, Chip!
CL: No he's not! He's coming to ROB Frost of a win!
PW: Must you be SO negative about everything?
[The heel heat is searing as Lane stalks up the steel steps, on to the
apron, and jumps, effortlessly over the top rope. Neither Hayes,
Frost, or the official have shown any signs of life since he made his
presence felt.]
CL: This looks BAD for Gideon Frost...
PW: And it looks GREAT for the rest of us!
[Jimmy Lane grabs Frost by the hair and the tights, and lifts the limp
body up, off the prone body of his partner...]
CL: Oh man... look at this!
PW: Yes! Yes! Incredible!
CL: OH NO... WE'VE SEEN THIS BEFORE!
[Lane helps his partner Hayes up. Lane then picks Frost up and
delivers a sitout powerbomb and then Hayes follows it up with a leg
drop...]
[MEGA FACE POP...]
[All of a sudden Shawn Covell is show running down the entrance way
and slides into the ring. Covell spears Hayes right into the mat and
as soon as Covell gets up Lane clothesline him over the top with such
force that both men go over the top rope. Cunningham has gotten out of
his wheel chair and slides in a pair of brass knuckles. Hayes grabs
the brass knuckles and brings them into his chest. Meanwhile Frost is
back up on his feet and picks up Hayes. Frost lifts Hayes up...]
CL: DID YOU JUST SEE THAT?
PW: WHAT?!?
CL: HAYES JUST LEVELED FROST WITH THE BRASS KNUCKLES...
PW: WHAT BRASS KNUCKLES?
CL: THE ONES CUNNIGHAM JUST SLIDE INTO HIM...
PW: CUNNIGHAM IS IN A WHEEL CHAIR AND HASN'T MOVED...
[Meanwhile on the outside of the ring Covell has just been irish
whipped into the ring post. Lane is trying to revive the referee as
Hayes is just sitting on top of Gideon. The referee has come to and
starts to count...]
ONE ...
CL: THIS IS HIGHWAY ROBERRY...
TWO ...
PW: I DON'T SEE NOTHING WRONG WITH IT. IT IS A LEGAL PIN...
CL: YOU WOULDN'T WOULD YOU. JUST LIKE YOU DIDNT SEE CUNNIGHAM SLIDE
THE BRASS KNUCKLES INTO THE RING...
THREE ...
PW: WHAT BRASS KNUCKES. CUNNIGHAM HAS BEEN SITTING OUTSIDE ALL THE
TIME IN HIS WHEEL CHAIR MIDNING HIS OWN BUSINESS.
CL: I THINK YOU NEED GLASSES... Darius Walker was banned from ring
side and the three on two was too much on Frost.
[Jimmy Lane rolls back in and the two begin to stomp on the fallen
Gideon Frost.]
CL: Enough is enough! The damage has been done!
PW: They haven't gotten enough revenge for their boss.
[Samuel Cunningham is on the outside in his wheel chair barking orders
and a MASSIVE face pop as Shawn Covell rolls under the ropes with a
steel chair. Quickly The Thrillers fall outside the ropes and away
from the swinging chair by Shawn Covell.]
PW: Look at that wild man with the chair!
[We cut backstage and Semi and Stalker is approached by, 'Swingin'
Dean Hayes.]
Hayes: I just wanted to congratulate you too on your hard fought
victory and return to --
[Just as Hayes was finishing his first question from behind Semi and
'Stalker' Johnny Styles were attacked from behind by 'Rolemodel' Paul
Styles and Johnathan Monarch. The duo capitalize on the sneak attack
as Monarch drives Semi through the back table with a belly to belly
suplex!!! Stalker begins to trade blows with Styles as Monarch grabs
him from behind and Styles drops down and drills him with a Low Blow!]
Hayes: Excuse me -
[Stevenson grabs the microphone from Dean Hayes, but before he could
say anything "The Master of Afrodynamics" Apollo Jones and "Doctor"
Bones Ellis emerge from the side and attack Paul Styles and Johnathan
Monarch! Jones lands a standing sidekick on Paul Styles from behind
and goes into a robot dance move. Ellis has Monarch and a big russian
leg sweep!!!! Semi and Stalker have now made it to their feet, but
security has flooded the backstage area breaking up the mess!]
CL: Wowsers!!! Royal Family was there to spoil Urban Legend's debut
celebration, but it was interrupted by the Unrivaled Funky Ones!!!
Apollo Jones and Bones Ellis has been chomping at the bits to get some
revenge on the Royal Family.
PW: That was a mistake. You don't interfere in official Royal Family
business.
HD: Introducing first... From West Palm Beach, Florida.. At a
combined
weight of four hundred and forty pounds...
I A N R O S E
A N D R E W S T E V E N S
S E X U A L E N E R G Y ! ! !
[A shot of red and white pyro explodes as "Gett Off" by Prince begins
to blare throughout the arena. From behind the curtain walks out
Andrew Stevens and Ian Rose, both wearing red tights with the word
"Sexual" written on the right leg in white lettering, and "Energy"
written on the left leg in white lettering.]
CL: Sexual Energy hasn't lived up to their hype thus far, but it's
only going to take one win to get this team on a roll.
PW: Don't expect it against the Prophets of Rage. You saw what they
did to Highway 44.
HD: Their opponents, Accompanied to the ring by Pizzazz Elysee...
Weighing at a combined weight of five hundred and seventy three
pounds...
S H A D O E R A G E & D E R E K R A G E . . . . .
T H E P R O P H E T S O F R A G E ! ! ! !
[The houselights go down to be replaced by purple spotlights. Smoke
fills the arena and the broad, slow, deep, gloomy notes of Chopin's
"Death March" suck the joy out of the arena. The curtains part and out
sweeps the Angel of Death, Shadoe Rage. In sharp contrast to the
dirge, Rage is animated. He wears his sparkling sequined cloak. He
throws out his arms, flourishing to the dirge's heavy beat. His
partner, Derek Rage strides out from behind the curtains. He wears a
boxer's robe with the hood up over his head. He looks like a giant
Grim Reaper. The two are joined by Pizzazz Elysee as they head down
the ring.
Shadoe Rage pulls of his sunglasses and hands them to a child at
ringside. His eyes burn with an almost inhuman fever. From the floor
he springs up the ring steps and leaps over the top rope. He spins and
flourishes in the ring to the time of the music before he whips off
the cape. He leans over the ropes, pointing at the child he gave his
glasses. "The violence tonight is all because of you!" he screams.
Derek Rage joins him inside the ring.]
CL: There is a lot of tag team experience inside that ring right now.
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Tag Team Action, 20 Minute Time Limit:
Prophets of Rage
v. 'Sexual Energy
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[Shadoe Rage rushes towards the ring as Derek and Pizzazz take their
time walking the aisle. Shadoe slides into the ring and tosses his
cloak over the head of Andrew Stevens. He fires a series of hard right
hands that stagger Stevens to the ropes. With a vicious knee Stevens
is sent crashing to the floor.]
PW: Shadoe Rage caught Andrew Stevens unaware there! And he quickly
follows Stevens out to the floor.
CL: Rose is going after Shadoe!
[Without warning Rose stumbles to the mat as Derek Rage has connected
with a chop block. Derek is quick to his feet and begins to stomp upon
the knee of Ian Rose. On the outside Shadoe has Stevens slumped
against the ring apron raining right and left hands to the jaw of
Stevens.]
<<< DING DING >>>
CL: The referee has lost control of this one already!
PW: Like that surprises you?! Prophets of Rage are out to make a
statement here in the PVW and apparently Highway 44 wasn't enough.
[On the outside of the ring referee Nick Roberts finally has Shadoe
Rage making his way to his corner as a groggy Andrew Stevens tosses
the cloak of Shadoe Rage to the floor and begins to slowly make his
way to his own corner. Roberts slides into the ring as Derek Rage
whips hard Ian Rose into the far side corner, the impact of the whip
forces Rose to stagger out where Derek grabs him and lifts him into
the air and drops to the mat with a body slam. Rage follows up by
dropping knee first into the right knee of Rose.]
PW: Derek Rage is continuing that assault of the right knee with that
knee drop.
CL: Since before the bell rang Derek has been targeting that knee …
PW: Didn't I just say that?
CL: Maybe something similar.
[Rage pulls Rose to his feet and quickly places Rose’s right arm over
his own shoulder as he lifts him into the air by his leg. Derek drops
to his knee driving the knee of Rose squarely into his own. Rose
winces in pain as Rage once again grabs the leg and locks on a
spinning toe hold.]
CL: Text book spinning toe hold and Derek is wrenching that hold
deeply.
PW: I hate to say it but since this match began moments ago Sexual
Energy has just been man handled!
CL: When you are the size of the monster Derek Rage manhandling people
is easy!
[Rose begins to slam the mat in pain as on the outside Stevens is
slapping on the top turnbuckle trying to motivate his partner. Rose
slams the mat in frustration as Roberts ask him if he wants to give.
After a fifth spin on the leg Derek releases the hold and drives an
elbow into the knee.]
PW: Did you hear the agony in that scream from Rose.
CL: I heard that and the cackle of joy from Pizzazz as well.
[ Pizzazz slaps the ring apron issuing orders from the outside.]
PW: Like Derek needs any encouragement to continue his assault of Ian
Rose.
[The cold Derek Rage pulls Ian Rose to his feet and whips him across
the ring; Rose rebounds and runs directly into a Mafia Kick.]
PW: Did you see the amount of momentum that Rose’s head whipped back
after that kick.
CL: If you didn't just the sound of it could have awoken the dead!
[Derek Rage hooks the near side for a slightly cocky cover.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: AND ANDREW STEVENS WITH THE SAVE.
PW: That kick to the side of Derek’s head was a perfect example of why
when they are on their game Sexual Energy is a contender!
[Shadoe Rage glares at Andrew Stevens as he once again reaches his
corner as Derek pulls Ian to his feet.]
CL: I don't like that look in Shadoe’s eyes … where is going?
[Shadoe leaps off of the apron as Derek takes Ian down with a short
arm clothesline. Shadoe grabs Stevens by the foot and connects with a
right hand that staggers Stevens for a brief moment.]
PW: Shadoe didn't take to kindly to the save!
!!! CRASSSSSHHHHHH !!!
PW: And Stevens hits the guardrail with authority!
CL: And Nick Roberts has finally turned his attention towards Shadoe
Rage and orders him back to his corner.
PW: To bad this isn't helping Ian as Derek has just decided to CHOKE
THE LIFE OUT IAN!
[Derek Rage’s has both his hands around the neck of Ian who is flat
upon his back legs flailing as he struggles in vain attempt to break
the choke. As Shadoe Rage returns to his corner Nick Roberts once
again returns to the action in the ring and begins to admonish Derek
to break the hold. Derek drives a stiff elbow into the jaw of Ian
Rose.]
CL: I'm not sure how much more of this that Ian can take.
PW: Or for that matter what kind of condition the ribs of Andrew
Stevens are in at this very moment.
[Derek pulls Ian to his feet and Irish whips him hard into the far
side ropes, Ian rebounds ducking under a vicious lariat attempt. As he
rebounds again he connects with a dropkick to the upper thigh of Derek
forcing the big man to one knee. Ian stands to his feet… ]
CL: Ian should be going for the tag to Andrew …
PW: But instead connects with a stiff kick to the jaw of Derek!
[Ian shakes his head for a moment before trying to make it to his
corner. Shadoe Rage rushes into the ring connecting with a clothesline
to the back of Ian’s head sending him crashing to the mat.]
PW: And Shadoe drills Stevens with a elbow to the jaw for good
measure.
[Pizzazz orders Shadoe to drag Ian towards his corner. Derek glares at
Ian and pulls him to his feet as Shadoe exits back onto the apron.
Derek locks on a Dragon Sleeper forcing Ian Rose to his knees as he
does so.]
PW: He calls that The Revolution Will Not Be Televised!
CL: Derek has Ian grounded and is using his full 325 pounds to his
advantage at the moment!
[Pizzazz continues to cackle on the outside as Stevens screams for
Rose to fight the hold. After a few moments Derek breaks the hold and
looks towards Shadoe Rage.]
PW: I have no idea why Derek broker that hold he had Ian passing out!
[Derek tags in Shadoe Rage who drops and elbow to the back of the
skull of Ian.]
CL: Apparently he wanted Shadoe to have some fun here tonight as well!
[Shadoe grabs Ian by the hair pulling him to his feet. He slaps Ian
squarely across the face and tosses him through the middle rope to the
floor.]
CL: No respect from the Prophets of Rage to Ian Rose at all tonight!
PW: There is no question who is the better team is at this moment.
Sexual Energy just has not brought their A game to PVW.
[Shadoe Rage steps onto the apron and looks down at Rose who is laying
flat on his back on the floor. I a fluid motion Shadoe leaps off of
the apron driving his elbow into the heart of Ian Rose!]
CL: GOOD LORD! Elbow drop from the apron! Shadoe has no regard for
himself or his opponents!
[Shadoe grins as he pulls himself to his feet. Ian rolls over from the
pain of the impact but Shadoe is quick to grab him by the arm pulling
him to his feet and whipping him hard towards the far side guardrail.
A few steps behind Shadoe begins to rush forward following Ian towards
the guardrail.]
!!! CRASSSSHHHHHH !!!
CL: Rose hard into that guardrail!
!!! THUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD !!!
PW: And Shadoe hard into Rose with that Lariat taking both men over
the railing into the crowd!
[The referee leaps from the ring and rushes to the guardrail to make
sure both men are okay. Shadoe is to his feet first as the referee
begins the count.]
ONE ...
PW: Shadoe to his feet first! And he grabs Ian by the hair forcibly
pulling him to his feet and tosses him over the guardrail towards the
ring.
THREE ...
[Shadoe leaps over the guardrail and pulls Ian Rose to his feet and
connects with an European Uppercut staggering Rose to the ring apron.
Shadoe rushes forward driving his shoulder into the gut of Rose and
forcing Rose hard into the apron. As Shadoe rears back for a second
shoulder Stevens kicks him in the head causing Rage to glare at him
and shoving Rose into the ring.]
PW: Not sure that kick was the brightest idea on Stevens’ part.
CL: Maybe not but it apparently bought Rose some time as Rage is now
just jaw jacking with Stevens.
PW: Rage should focus on the task at hand!
CL: SCHOOLBOY BY ROSE!
ONE ...
TWO ...
PW: Rage with a kick out!
CL: And Rose dives making the tag!
[Andrew Stevens finally makes his way into the ring and like a house
of fire connecting with a series of right hands forcing Rage into the
ropes. He whips Rage across the ring and leveling him with a
clothesline.]
PW: Stevens looking strong here at the moment!
[Stevens attempts to pull Shadoe to his feet but Derek comes into the
ring and grabs him by the shoulder spinning him around. Derek winds up
for a right hand … blocked by Stevens who fires back with one of his
own … a second and a third stagger the big man back.]
CL: Stevens forcing Derek into the ropes …
PW: And that’s as far as he gets as Shadoe connects with a chop block
forcing Stevens to his knees.
[Shadoe grabs Stevens and executes a reverse atomic drop which Derek
quickly follows up with a Mafia Kick!]
CL: Stevens was just beheaded!
PW: It’s only a matter of time before this match is over.
[Ian Rose is still laying on the apron as Shadoe Rage leaps onto the
middle rope executing a picture perfect Asai Moonsault. He doesn't go
for the cover as he pulls Stevens to his feet once again.]
CL: This is getting vicious! The Rage’s are showing no mercy as
Stevens is being pulled to his feet by Shadoe.
[Shadoe hooks both hands around Stevens head and then leaping to bring
both knees up to the face of Stevens. Shadoe falls backwards to the
mat, thus forcing the victim to fall forwards and impact the exposed
knees. ]
CL: Codebreaker by Shadoe!
PW: Stevens is on Dream Street!
[Derek Rage has made his way over to Ian Rose and pulls him to the
cement floor.]
CL: And Derek Rage is going to work on Ian Rose again!
PW: DEREK RAGE HAS LOCKED THE CONSTRICTOR ON ROSE!
[The referee rushes to the outside and begins to attempt to pull Derek
off of Ian. In the ring Shadoe has pulled Stevens to his feet and
Pizzazz has climbed to the top rope.]
CL: Derek is not releasing his variation of the step over toe hold!
PW: Does it even matter? Neither Rose nor Derek is the legal man!
[Pizzazz leaps from the top rope executing a flying bulldog that
drives the skull of Stevens squarely into the mat. With a smirk on her
face Pizzazz slides from the ring and orders for Derek to release the
Constrictor. Derek releases the hold and the referee slides into the
ring as Shadoe places his foot upon the chest of Stevens.]
CL: Look at the smug arms crossed cover by Shadoe!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !!!
CL: Thankfully this match is over!
PW: I'm not sure about that! Derek grabs the ankle of Andre Stevens!
CL: 360 Degrees of Revolution! Derek has that reverse ankle lock
locked in!
[Shadoe Rage slides out of the ring and pulls Ian Rose to his feet.]
CL: IMPLANT DDT ON THE FLOOR!
PW: Did you hear that thud as Rose’s skull hit the floor?!?
CL: Stevens is pounding the mat in pain but Derek refuses to release
the hold!
PW: And here comes officials!
CL: It’s about time!
[Pizzazz and Shadoe stand in the ring as Derek Rage finally drops the
hold. Carnage and Chaos all around him as PVW officials check over
the bloodied and destroyed legendary tag team, Sexual Energy.]
CL: Can these two be stopped?
PW: I don't think so.
CL: They have just went through both Highway 44 and now Sexual Energy
like a hot knife and butter. I am starting to feel sorry for the
other seven teams involved in the gauntlet match at Rise from the
Ashes.
PW: Prophets of Rage are the most feared tag team in all of
professional wrestling today. By the looks of it Sexual Energy will
be joining Highway 44 in the hospital.
CL: Andrew Stevens can't even stand on that ankle.
[Backstage, Chris Hartt is shown preparing for his match when the door
bursts open and Rob Cole storms in... he charges Hartt, who quickly
rises to his feet and gets into a defensive stance as Cole stops nose
to nose. He glares into the mans' eyes for a moment... and then
speaks, his voice a low growl.]
RC: Tonight.... I'm carving up a 500 pound butterball and serving him
up for the bloodthirsty audience in attendance. That's a lot of
sammich from just ONE man... so I'm here to remind you of something,
Chris. Shut your mouth!!! I'm here to tell you that you and I have
unfinished business... I got you ready for Styles, trained you day and
night, showed you all his moves, and you didn't get the job done.
CH: Look, dammit!! I did the work, alright?? I remembered every
hold, every lock, every counter. Seems to me that the only tactic you
conveniently forgot to factor in was Styles' use of superior numbers!
Did you happen to miss the interference by Jonathan Monarch?? I got
schooled like a frickin' rookie out there, Cole!
RC: Oh, I know all about Monarch... I saw all the interference... and
that's why you and I have unfinished business! I'm not happy with the
way it went down, Chris. Not happy at all... and when Cole ain't
happy, that means a lot of other people are NOT going to be happy.
They're going to be downright miserable, since I have a tendency to
spread the love.
CH: Like you did in the locker room after I tried to "thank" you for
your advice?? You wanna talk about spreading love, but all you know
how to do is incite hate! You're not happy. I'M not happy!! Care to
take a good look at the bruise on the back of my head?? I'm not so
sure that I should trust you any further. As I see it, you're as much
of a threat to me as Souza, Styles and Monarch! As I see it, I should
be and AM ready to take any of you on! Anytime, anywhere! As you've
so thoughtfully shown me, the only one I can rely on is myself! And
that's just what I plan on doing!
[Cole chuckles, looks down and then back into Chris' eyes.... his gaze
harsh, hateful, and furious. He licks his lips, and grins.]
RC: Anytime? Any place? Good... because RJ Souza needs to find out
that there is a PRICE for crossing my path...
[Confusion twists Hartt's features as he takes a step back and stares
at Cole with an unbelieving gaze... he shakes his head as this
conversation takes a leap off the rails and Chris Hartt struggles to
get back on.]
RC: I'm going to demand the match next week, Chris... The Paladin and
the Outcast, together for the first time. The two of us against RJ
Souza and Paul Styles... or the Masked superstar... or the Monarch...
or whoever else wants to step into my affairs! There is a price to be
paid, Chris... you had Styles tapping out before they threw in that
bat!
You have a chance to taste revenge... while I'm stuck carving up the
gristle in a popcorn match! I'm not going to let it stand, and I
wanted to make sure you were on board.
[Cole spins and stalks out of the room, angrily slamming the door open
and shut as Hartt is left staring after the monster in confusion.]
CH: What the hell does gristle and popcorn have to do with revenge?
[Fade back to the ring.]
[The arena lights dim and laser lights begin to play along the
rafters. After a moment a breathy woman's voice comes over the PA
system and asks "Are you ready to go Wild?"
"Wild Side" by Motley Crue kicks into high gear over the announce
system as three figures appear at the entryway.
The first as smallest is a fair skinned man wearing navy blue long
legged trunks with bluish white spotlights crisscrossing up his legs
from the top of his black boots. He wears black knee and elbow pads,
and has the word "Showtime" stenciled across the butt of his trunks.
The second, by far the largest of the three is a heavily muscled, bald
man with a goatee. Standing nearly seven feet tall, he wears a black
long legged singlet with purple tights over the top. On the outside
of his black wrestling boots there is a picture of a pair of cards
(Jack of Spades and Ace of Spades...which matches the tattoo on his
right bicep). He wears black elbow and knee pads to finish off his
gear.
The third is a well built man with short cropped sandy blond hair
wearing a white t shirt with "Wild Cards" on the front and "Go Wild"
on the back, a pair of blue jeans and sneakers.]
HD: Now making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined total
of 520 lbs and accompanied to the ring by their manager "The Gambler"
Judd Marley. They are -
' S H O W T I M E ' R I C K M A R L E Y
A N D
B L A C K J A C K B A L D W I N
T H E W I L D C A R D S ! ! !
[The fans erupt into applause as the three men make their way down to
the ring slapping hands with the fans as they go. As they reach
ringside, Baldwin steps over the top rope while Marley climbs the
turnbuckle in the 'Cards' corner points out to the fans, stands on the
top and performs a back flip into the ring to a thunderous ovation.
Judd Marley takes a moment to chat with the official before taking up
a spot on the outside of the ring on the opposite side from the
entryway.]
CL: Remember folks if the Wildcards win then Major Damage would stop
harassing Rick Marley. If
the Wildcards lose then they must wear Cammo gear, in and outside the
ring for a full month.
PW: That's a shame it's so fun watching Rick Marley soil his pants
every time Major Damage's name comes up.
#There I was completely wasting, out of work and down#
[With no lighting effects, no fanfare, just the words "The Gutch and
Livestock" on the PVW video screen, a pair of big men in business
suits carrying briefcases emerge from the entrance portal.]
#all inside it's so frustrating as I drift from town to town#
#feel as though nobody cares if I live or die#
[The Gutch stops just outside the portal and begins doing what can
only be called a "Stupid white man dance". ]
CL: He calls it "The Gootch Bartilootch."
PW: The Gootch is the true lord of the dance…see how nimble he is?
[Livestock just looks the other way, pretending that his partner isn't
an idiot.]
#so I might as well begin to put some action in my life#
#Breaking the law, breaking the law#
[At this, they begin walking down the aisle.]
#Breaking the law, breaking the law#
#Breaking the law, breaking the law#
[Still walking.]
#Breaking the law, breaking the law#
HD: Weighing in tonight at a combined weight of 675 pounds, this is
the team of LIVESTOCK and THE GUTCH!
[Aaand they reach the ring. Saints be praised.]
PW: 90% of that is The Gutch.
CL: All six men stands in the ring. Ezekiel Craven has now called his
men over to huddle up.
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Tag Team Action, 20 Minute Time Limit:
Wild Cards
v. Livestock & The Gutch
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<<< DING DING >>>
CL: The bell has been sounded and the Wild Cards attack!!!
PW: They can't do that!
CL: They just did! Zeke Craven quickly steps out of the ring and the
unexpected attack has scored the upper hand for the Wild Cards!
Baldwin drilling the four hundred ponder with huge forearm shots.. He
whips him across the ropes and full speed charging clothesline stuns
the heavyweight. Baldwin backs up and charges leaping into a full
shoulder tackle and SENDS The Gutch tumbling over the top ropes.
PW: That was uncalled for!
[Meanwhile, Rick Marley ducks under a wild right by Livestock and
leaps into a standing dropkick and Livestock tumbles over the top
ropes as the fans roar as The Wild Cards stand back to back in the
center of the ring!]
CL: The Wild Cards have came out on fire, Preston!
PW: No good cheating....
CL: Baldwin steps outside the ropes and the highly decorated, Rick
Marley begins things off. Livestock and The Gutch continue their
huddle on the outside with Zeke, but this time looking over their
shoulders.
PW: Keep all six eyes on those sneaky...
CL: The smaller of the two, Livestock now stepping in the ring.
PW: Usually you don't call a man that is six foot six and weighs two
hundred and seventy pounds small, but when you put him next to The
Gutch....
CL: The two go to lock up -
[A quick thumb to the eyes by Livestock blinds Marley. Now with the
advantage Livestock puts Marley in a headlock. The sly Marley sends
him across and off the ropes.... Marley drops down as Livestock leaps
over him. Marley back up and goes for a hip toss, but Livestock
blocks it, A right hand, but Marley ducks under. Marley goes for a
right kick. Livestock catches his foot and spins him around and takes
him down with a STIFF short arm clothesline!]
CL: What an impressive series of moves by the two tag team wizards in
there. Marley showing his speed and ring awareness.
PW: Look who came out on top.
CL: Livestock now places his knee of the throat area of Rick Marley
and uses that big body to choke the veteran. Baldwin shouts at the
referee to break the hold, but Livestock is ignoring the referee's
warning.
One ...
Two ...
Three ...
Four ...
[...right before the five count, Livestock removes his knee as Marley
rolls onto his stomach gasping for air. Livestock slaps the palm of
the 6'6", 405 pound mammoth. The Gutch finds his way into the ring
and right over to Marley. He steps onto Marley's back.]
CL: Holy Crap! 405 pounds stands on the mid back of Rick Marley. He
might SNAP the mans back!!!
PW: The danger of the business, Chip.
CL: Finally The Gutch steps off as Marley is in a world of hurt in the
early going here. Black Jack Baldwin reaches through trying to tag
his partner, but The Gutch surprising enough is able to lift his leg
high enough to kick his palm out of the way.
PW: Oh your a comedian now eh, Chip?
CL: I try.
[The Gutch pulls Marley to his feet and the four hundred pounder just
launches Marley into the corner. the right corner of the ring shook
with impact. The Gutch points towards the slumped down Rick Marley
and takes off into a big Corner Avalanche!]
CL: The Gutch _flattened_ Rick Marley.
PW: Anyone for pancakes?
[Judd Marley covers his eyes as The Gutch backs away and Rick Marley
does a swan dive right out of the corner and face first to the mat.
The Gutch drops down and hooks a leg.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: No, Marley gets a shoulder up!
PW: I know it's early, but after being smashed over and over by four
hundred pounds that's enough to end the match for anyone.
CL: Apparently not Rick Marley.
[The Gutch back over and tags Livestock back in. Livestock locks
Marley and takes him down with a vertical suplex as The Gutch is off
the ropes and a big Splash! The referee refuses to drop down for the
count pointing to Livestock saying he is the legal man. Livestock
pushes The Gutch as he rolls off Marley and Livestock hooks a leg.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
CL: No Marley shoots his shoulder up again and listen to the crowd get
behind Rick Marley!
PW: They don't know what they are talking about.
CL: Livestock quickly pulls a wore down Marley to his feet. He turns
towards Baldwin and with a smile he locks his arms on Marley's head
and drives him down with a running bulldog.
[BOOOOO! The fans are now in full mode booing as Marley has been on
the wrong end of the spectrum for quite some time now. Baldwin is
half way tempted to step inside the ring, but Judd Marley stops him
from the outside. Zeke Craven raises a briefcase in support as
Livestock hooks another leg for the cover.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
CL: NO!!! Marley shoots his shoulder up AGAIN! He is fighting
through the punishment and hanging on and the look on Livestock's face
is starting to show a little frustration.
PW: Tag the big guy back in!
[Livestock apparently heard Preston as he drags Marley by the hair to
his corner and tags The Gutch back in. Livestock sends Marley across
the ropes as The Gutch steps in... Marley ducks under a swinging
clothesline by Livestock that gets a POP and leaps into a full body
press at The Gutch, but the 400 pounder catches him and the cheers
quickly turn into jeers as The Gutch leaps down in a powerslam.]
ONE ...
PW: This has to be over!
TWO ...
CL: Marley looks out of it.
THR ---
[HUGE POP!!!]
CL: SOME HOW... SOME WAY.... RICK MARLEY SHOT HIS SHOULDER UP!!!
[Fans are now on their feet cheering. Jack Baldwin and Judd Marley
are joining in. The Gutch pulls Marley up and drills him with a
right. He swings again, BUT Marley blocked it!!!!!! Marley returns a
right, right, and another!! The Gutch is now stunned! He hits a low
dropkick to the big guys knee and The Gutch drops down to one knee!!
Marley leaps and SPRINGBOARDS -- ]
CL: ROCKER DROPPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Marley has collapsed on his
stomach!!! He had just enough left in him as he fought for survival.
Both men lay on the mat on their stomach as Jack Baldwin and Livestock
are reaching through the ropes trying to get the tag...
PW: Come on Gutch move that big body!
[Zeke Craven and Judd Marley both are on the outside slamming their
fist on the aprons trying to fire their men up. Both men move towards
their corner and The Gutch is the first one there and tags Livestock.
Livestock rushes in and grabs Marley by the ankle _right_ before he
could make the tag.]
PW: That was close...
[HOT TAG POP!!!!]
CL: Marley turned and launched himself forward and with just enough
force hit Baldwin's hand!!!!
PW: This isn't good...
[And as Preston said those words, Baldwin rushed in like a man
possessed! He took Livestock down with a charging clothesline!!! As
Livestock got back up Baldwin was there and scooped him up and SLAMMED
him hard to the mat. Baldwin hits the ropes and Zeke Craven grabbed
his ankle and The Gutch charged on the apron with a clothesline
attempt, but Baldwin was ready and ducked under and knocked the 400
pounder off the apron!!!]
CL: BIG BLACK JACK IS ON FIRE!!!!!!
PW: Do something Zeke!!!
[Livestock reached his feet, but not for long as Baldwin nails a mafia
kick!!!!! He hooks a leg!!!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: NO!!! Livestock with a shoulder up. Baldwin pulls Livestock back
to his feet and grabs and FRONT FACE SLAM!!!!!
[Baldwin pumps his fist and turns to retag in Marley who drills a
split leg Moonsault!!!!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
PW: NO!!!!!! Not this time bub!!!
[Marley quickly tags Baldwin in and the two send him across the ropes
and Baldwin lifts up Livestock whole Marley SPRING BOARDS INTo A
SPINNING HEEL KICK!!!!!!]
CL: Brilliant team work by these two.
PW: The Gutch is mouthing off to Baldwin...
CL: Baldwin has a big smile on his face he pushes Livestock to his
corner and dares The Gutch to bring it!!!!!
[The Gutch makes the tag and Baldwin stands tall ready to fight!!!!]
PW: Baldwin writing checks he can't cash in there.
CL: The Gutch steps in and Baldwin hits the ropes and attempts to take
the big man down with a shoulder block, but The Gutch just shrugs it
off. Baldwin hits the ropes again and hits the big belly of The Gutch
and is just shrugged off.
PW: Look at The Gutch laugh!
[Baldwin hits the ropes again this time he stops as The Gutch tenses
up as he is ready to shrug another one off and he holds two fingers up
and sticks them in The Gutch's eye's!!!]
PW: You can't do that!!!!
CL: [laughing] He just did!!!
[The Gutch stumbles around holding his eyes as he was blinded. Baldwin
dives forward and takes the right leg out sending the big man tumbling
down to the mat. Baldwin makes the tag bringing in Rick Marley. Zeke
Craven is on the ring apron just screaming that Baldwin can't do
that!]
CL: Apparently he can!! The Gutch is raising to his feet.
PW: Get him Gutch!
[Absorbing repeated punches to his thick skull, Gutch replies with a
thumb to Marley's eye. The borderline cruiserweight staggers
backwards, and is hit with a corner splash by the big, fat man.]
"___CRASSSHHHH___"
CL: Massive splash in the corner! The referee is admonishing Gutch
for that poke to the eye...
PW: Hey, Marley was using closed fists, why not say something about
that? Huh?
CL: Maybe when Marley's regained his sight, but for now--
[Indeed, he does, and Gutch walks inconspicuously, a half circle
around the referee, thus putting his back to the opposite corner, and
taking the referee's eyes off his own. Livestock, of course, uses
this opportunity to slap a blatant choke on Marley, dipping down to
one knee and bending him over the top rope. Heel pop!]
CL: Blatant choke by Livestock Zappa! Turn around ref!
PW: Wow, these guys have one hell of a gameplan tonight.
CL: Black Jack Baldwin in the ring, and the referee cuts him off.
[Laughing, Gutch heads over to his own corner, and starts laying into
the choking Marley with repeated headbutts to the face as the heel
heat continues to rain down.]
PW: HEADBUTTS OF DOOM~!
CL: What? That's the name of the move. It's the freakin' Gutch's
freakin' finisher!
[At that, Marley's body goes limp, as the lack of oxygen and 20 pound
caveman head beating just overwhelm him. At about this point,
however, Black Jack Baldwin grabs him from behind, having brushed
aside the referee. Face pop!]
CL: Baldwin has seen enough! Working the soft belly of Gutch, who
retreats, holding his gut! Livestock's trying to retreat, but BIG
BOOT! Kick to the face sends Livestock off the apron and to the
floor!
[But the face heat is short lived, as a sound is heard.]
"______WHHHAANNNNGGG!_____"
[And Baldwin looks around, confused, before realizing that both
managers are gone.]
PW: What was that noise? Sounded like a briefcase to the head.
[Cut to the other side of the ring, where Broderick Ezekiel Craven,
having freshly removed his neck brace, dusts off the front of his
jacket. Judd Marley lays in a heap on the floor, his nose and a spot
on his forehead bleeding.]
CL: The referee still trying to get Baldwin to his corner, but Black
Jack is just eyeballing Zeke Craven. What happened here?
[Cut quick to a screen that reads “PVW” in the upper left, and
“Instant Replay” at the bottom. As the madness takes place in the
ring, Judd Marley pounds the mat, screams at the referee, and points
at the opposite corner. Suddenly, he's blind sided as a sprinting
Zeke Craven leaps off the apron, slamming him in the face with a
briefcase, which sends him into the corner stairs. Obviously, this is
seen on the big screen, as the entire crowd boos loudly. They cheer,
however, as Baldwin bolts from the ring, and chases Zeke!]
PW: That got his attention! Baldwin chasing Zeke around the ring, and
up the entrance ramp!
CL: Baldwin on hot pursuit!!!
[The Gutch has now reached his feet and pulled Marley to his knees.
Marley has endured a match of punishment and pain and it looks like
it's nearly over - or is it? HUGE TEAR THE ROOF DOWN POP!!!!]
CL: MARLEY JUST GAVE THE GUTCH A LITTLE OF HIS OWN MEDICINE AND HE
NAILED HIM WITH A LOW BLOW!!!!! THE GUTCH HAS CRUMBLED TO THE MAT IN
PAIN!!!!
PW: DQ HIM!!!
CL: The referee was busy trying to keep Livestock out of the ring.
Rick Marley is on his feet and he is heated! He grabs the legs of The
Gutch and he starts to turn him..... IS IT!?!?!
PW: This can't be happening, Rick Marley was left for dead!!!
[Marley turns the legs of The Gutch into his version of The
Sharpshooter known as, The Showstopper!!! The Gutch quickly lets out
a bellowing yell as Marley has the move locked and loaded..]
CL: The Gutch may not be able to hang on!!!! The referee is now in
his face asking him if he gives up....
"____CRRRAAACCCCKKKKK_____"
[HEEEEEEL POP!!!!!!!]
PW: Take that!
[Marley crumbles face first as Livestock just smashed him in the back
of the skull with a briefcase from behind. The referee quickly calls
for the bell awarding the Wild Cards the match by disqualification.
Livestock hands The Gutch the briefcase and leans over grabbing the
other one. The Gutch pulls Marley up and the stunned and nearly out
of Rick Marley is barley able to stand on his feet, they bounce off
the ropes and --- ]
"____CRRRAAACCCCKKKKK_____"
CL: GOOD GOD... They call that Overturned.. They just sandwiched
Marley's head in-between those briefcases. Judd Marley has now made it
inside the ring and trys to cover up his brother and Livestock is
pointing at JUDD!!!!
PW: DO IT!!!
[SAVING POP!!!!]
CL: THANK GOD!!! BALDWIN IS BACK AND HE HAS A CHAIR!!!!!! Livestock
and The Gutch quickly leap out of the ring as the damage has been
done.
PW: Your right the damage has been done.
[Baldwin stands infront of the Marley brothers with the chair as Judd
busted open checks over his brother.]
CL: Baldwin and the Marley's have a score to settle.
PW: Well at least we don't have to see them in Cammo.
[The camera fades to the back and you see "The Fighting Irishman"
Caleb Foley walking out of the locker room. All of a sudden you hear
someone shout "Hey Lucky Charms" and Foley turns around and sees "The
Golden One" Christopher Michaelson standing next to three beautiful
ladies. Caleb approaches The Golden One slowly and careful not knowing
what to expect...]
Foley: "Before you get on your high horse Christopher and talk about
how the title is gonna look around the waist of The Golden One I wanna
say one thing. I respect you as a wrestler but as a person well that's
a whole different story..."
[Michaelson smirks as he motions for the three ladies to leave his
side. A look of disappointment falls upon their faces and after a few
moments they finally leave. Michaelson just watches them walk before
he begins to speak.]
Michaelson: “Honestly Caleb, I don't care what you think of me as a
person. In fact I don't really care what you think period. I only
called you over here to give you some friendly advice. You see
tomorrow night you reach the apex of your career when you step into
the ring with ‘The Golden One’ ”.
Foley: "Maybe you're right or maybe you're wrong. This very well could
be the highlight of my career stepping into the ring with The Golden
One. A veteran like yourself should know that anything can happen in
the ring. Anything can happen in a blink of the eye. All you need is a
little LUCK. Christopher you call yourself "The Golden One" but I
don't see any gold around your waist..."
[Michaelson slowly shakes his head to the side as he smirks at Caleb
Foley.]
Michaelson: “Ah Caleb, just a great sense of humor from a young child.
You see Caleb; if it wasn't for you I would have gold around my waist
at this very moment. But instead I have to enter into Tradition to
walk out as a champion.
[Michaelson smirks.]
Michaelson: But the good thing is I get to eliminate … better yet
dominate you and show you that you have no business in the wrestling
ring.
Foley: "You know something Christopher I agree with you 100% I don't
deserve to be in the same with ring you. Heck you probably think I
should be the person who shines your shoes..."
[Caleb pauses for a brief moment...]
Foley: "But guess what...You and me are gonna be wrestling one another
and we are gonna tear the roof off the place. And you wanna know what
the best part is..."
[Caleb looks up at the much taller Michaelson...]
Foley: "ANYONE can win at TRADITION. You only need to do two
things...Show up for your matches and have LUCK on your side.
Christopher I don't wrestle for the accolades...the money...or the
women like yourself. You see I wrestle for the FANS..."
[Foley pauses for a second as you the arena starts a very small Foley
chant...]
Foley: "I wrestle because it is my DREAM ... At TRADITION Golden One I
am gonna get step into the ring and show you what a little
DETERMINATION and a lot of LUCK can get you ... "
[Michaelson raises his hand to cut off Foley in mid sentence.]
Michaelson: “You know Caleb, I am really sick and tired of your all I
need is a little bit of luck line. Maybe if you were a little older
you might understand it but at twelve years of age I wouldn't expect
you to; so I am going luck has nothing to do with this business. This
business is based on skill, talent and pure abilities it has nothing
to do with luck. You aren't going to get to far in life relying on
luck when there is someone like me standing across the ring from you.
Foley: "So you're saying that my skill, talent and pure abilities
eliminated you in the Blood Bowl and LUCK had nothing to do with it?"
[A look of pure anger crosses the face of Christopher Michaelson.]
Michaelson: Perhaps my little friend you do not realize that it wasn't
just your punk ass that eliminated me it was you the so called
Paladin, and the Masked Outlaw …
[Michaelson pauses for a moment to regain his composure. He slowly
smirks at Foley.]
Michaelson: So if you really want to get technical your abilities
didn't eliminate it was the gang warfare mentality that did. But those
are the breaks aren't they … I mean at least for a split second you
can say your [Michaelson makes air quotes] abilities eliminated the
best wrestler that the PVW has.
Foley: "Well Golden One since you put it that way. I was wondering
should we give you the win over Outlaw or the ropes since that was the
only way you could pin him. And Michaelson whether you want to believe
it or not LUCK is a major factor in everyone's life..."
[Michaelson begins to chuckle but just as quickly as the chuckle came
it disappears.]
Michaelson: Oh are you a comedian now Foley?
[Christopher Michaelson steps closer to Foley and glares down at him.]
Michaelson: Last time I checked I beat the cursing future ditch digger
of America and that’s all that matters. Hell, I'll beat him again the
next time I face him in that squared circle … just like I'm going to
beat some respect into you. You see Foley, I've been in this game for
10 years now making a name for myself, having accolade after accolade
thrown my way, winning championship after championship and Tradition
is going to be no different!
Foley: "You don't know the first thing about TRADITION ... If you did
you wouldn't care about your accolades ... the women ... or your
looks. You can call me a comedian all you want ... you can say my LUCK
is about to run out ... but as far as TRADITION goes you know not a
damn thing about it. The fans are the ones who put that money in your
pocket. The fans are the ones who put food in your mouth and clothes
on your back. The fans made this business what it is today. The fans
are the ones who buy those escorts for you. Golden One I guess the
rumors are true I guess you are GENERIC..."
[Without warning Christopher drills Caleb in the gut with a vicious
kick that doubles the youngster over. As Foley gasps for breath
Michaelson grabs him by the head throwing him into the wall behind
him. Foley staggers off the wall right into Gold Strike Superkick.]
!!! THUD !!!
[Foley crashes to the ground in heap and for a split second it appears
as though Christopher Michaelson is smiling. Slowly Michaelson walks
over the fallen figure of Caleb Foley and glares down at him.]
Michaelson: Where’s your luck now Foley? Did you forget your four leaf
clover? Oh I know what it is … I forgot to give you the most important
lesson you will ever need to know. I am ‘The Golden One’ and that
means I AM BETTER THAN YOU!
[Cut back to ringside.]
PW: That will teach you some respect!
CL: Uncalled for! Caleb Foley has been nothing, but respectful. Guys
like Chase Williams and Christopher Michaelson just can't stand being
stood up too. Good for Caleb!
PW: Yeah get your head knocked off again!
CL: I was just informed that the Unrivaled Funky Ones will have their
opportunity at some redemption as The Royal Family has been chosen to
take on the UFO's at the Powers of Pride Mega Event with the first and
eight spot on the line in the 8 team gauntlet match.
PW: It's about time! The Royal Family are great ambassadors for the
PVW. They will represent the PVW well in New York.
CL: Apollo Jones and Bones Ellis have been chomping at the bits to get
Paul Styles back inside the ring.
PW: Isn't half the roster?
HD: Introducing first from Toronto, Ontario... Standing at six foot
ten and weighing in at five hundred and seventy five pounds.
Accompanied to the ring by Carl Stevenson.
J O H N A T H A N M O N A R C H ! ! !
[“Soul Coaxing” by Raymond Lefevre plays over the sound system,
nothing changes with the lights. The crowd turns towards the aisle
where Carl Stevenson comes out from the locker room. A few steps
behind then Johnathan Monarch appears from the locker room in a black
dress shirt with maroon suspenders, black pants and black/maroon boots
and walks towards the ring listening to the fans, but only saying a
few words to them as he walks to the ring where he climbs the steps
and joins Carl at ringside.]
PW: The biggest man on the PVW roster.
CL: You have to expect this is going to be an all out fight!
HD: His opponent from Hudson Valley, New York... weighing in at two
hundred and eighty six pounds and Standing at six foot three.
R O B C O L E ! ! !
[“Rumatahatta” by Sepultura hits the PA system as the crowd cheers.
Out steps the Outcast. The long dark hair hangs in wet tangles around
his face and head, he is dressed in a pair of loose fitting black
pants with a silver barbed wire trim design up along the sides. Red
and black boots, taped fists, and a sleeveless teeshirt finishes out
Cole's attire. The camera zooms in on the face of the legend and it's
covered in scars from past battles. He walks slowly down to the ring
and rolls under the bottom ropes.]
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One on One Match:
Johnathan Monarch
v. Rob Cole
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<<< DING DING DING >>>
CL: This match is underway and surprisingly Cole is being a little
cautious here in the opening moments as he circles the behemoth.
PW: Cole might be a little unstable but even he has to see the size
difference here.
CL: Size doesn't matter to Cole he has been to war with monsters
before.
[The two men lock up in the center of the ring and quickly Monarch
overpowers Cole forcing him to the ropes. Stevenson laughs on the
outside asking Cole what he is thinking. Monarch slams his forehead
directly into Cole’s face.]
PW: That headbutt just gave me a headache!
CL: I'll have the medical staff in the back bring you some aspirin
Preston.
[Monarch quickly applies a side head lock and begins to apply
additional pressure by wrenching his forearm across the face of Cole.
Cole grimaces in pain as he forces Monarch into the ropes, with a
swift elbow to the ribs Cole is able to create some space in the side
headlock allowing him to shove Monarch off him towards the far side
ropes. Monarch rebounds and Cole catches him sending the massive
Monarch crashing to the mat with a hip toss. Cole follows up by
stomping squarely upon the forehead of Monarch. Monarch lets out a
moan of pain as Rob Cole applies a neck vice in the center of the
ring.]
CL: Cole is keeping the big man grounded with the neck vice.
PW: A solid game plan but personally I would be attacking the legs but
I'm not a wrestler.
CL: Nope you're a golfer.
[Preston sighs as Monarch begins to power his way back to his feet.
Cole continues to apply pressure to the neck vice but Monarch twists
his way free of the vice grip and drives an elbow into Cole’s gut.
Cole staggers back and Monarch with a second elbow. Monarch rushes
forward and misses a clothesline as Cole ducks beneath the arm of
Monarch. Monarch rebounds off of the far side ropes and barrels
through Cole with a shoulder block.]
PW: Did Cole really think that he could just stand there as the near
six hundred pounded plowed through him?
[Monarch goes for an elbow drop the chest of Cole, but no one is home
as Cole rolls to the side.]
PW: Did Monarch just put a hole in the ring with that elbow?
CL: I don't think so but it’s a good thing Rob Cole rolled out of the
way or there would be a hole in his chest.
[Monarch quickly rolls to his stomach as he tries to get back to his
feet. Cole though drives an elbow drop to the back of Monarch forcing
him to the mat once again. Cole grabs Monarch by the head and rubs it
across the mat.]
PW: Monarch is going to have a case of mat burn after that.
[Cole grabs Monarch by his hair and slams it with authority into the
mat. He pulls Monarch’s back up and once again slams it to the mat.
The referee begins to tell Cole to stop with the hair pulling; and
Cole just looks at the referee. He pulls Monarch to his feet and
quickly takes him to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker.]
CL: Textbook neckbreaker there.
PW: Which he is following up with a textbook choke hold!
CL: That’s the aggressiveness I expected from the outset of this match
from Rob Cole.
PW: He is closer to the monster under the bed now. But the referee is
finally forcing him to break the hold.
CL: Cole has broken the choke but he’s taking a bite of the forehead
of Monarch now!
PW: What is it with Rob Cole and The Spectre biting people? Don't they
know the health risks!?!
[Monarch pushes Cole off of him and grabs his forehead checking to see
if blood has been drawn. Cole grabs Monarch and applies a headlock
trying to force the monster to his knees. Monarch though begins to
overpower Rob Cole and forces him the corner. The referee tries to
step in between the two men but Monarch uses the opportunity to gouge
the eyes of Cole. Slowly Monarch steps back and as the referee moves
away from Cole Monarch rushes forward …]
CL: AVALANCHE IN THE CORNER!
PW: I could feel the wind being crushed out Rob Cole!
[Monarch steps back and grabs Cole hoisting him into the air and
dropping him to the mat with a body slam. Monarch steps back and drops
with a splash upon The Outcast.]
CL: What a nasty splash!
PW: Of course it was nasty! What else do you expect from that much
mass landing on you?
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: KICKOUT!
PW: DAMN I THOUGHT MONARCH HAD IT!
CL: Rob Cole just got that right shoulder up and I am amazed that he
was able to!
[Stevenson slams the mat on the outside screaming at the referee that
he needs to learn to count. Monarch pulls Cole to his feet and drives
a clubbing forearm to the back of Cole and a second.]
PW: Those forearms are like being hit by tree trunks!
[Monarch grabs Cole and hoists him onto his shoulder.]
PW: SHOULDERBREAKER!
[The crowd moans as Monarch hoists Cole once again to his feet.]
PW: Cole is being pulled like a rag doll right now!
[Monarch once again hoists Cole into the air …]
CL: Monarch placing Cole onto the top rope.
PW: He could be looking for Johnathan’s Suplex right here.
[Monarch steps onto the second rope and attempts to lock on a front
chancery. Cole though begins to fire right after right into the head
of Monarch.]
CL: Cole trying to create some distance.
PW: If he gets nailed with Johnathan’s Suplex I would say that
would put the nail into Cole’s coffin tonight.
[After five right hands Cole connects with a headbutt that staggers
the big man slightly … Cole shoves Monarch to the mat.]
PW: The arena just shook! I didn't know Phoenix was known for
earthquakes.
[Cole leaps from the second rope driving a knee into the side of
Monarch’s head.]
CL: That knee looks like it stunned Monarch! Rob Cole to the outside
and he goes under the ring… uh oh! The President told Cole to do what
he has to do… and it looks like Cole is going to take this advice to
heart!
PW: He has a sack… what’s in the sack?!?!! He could have anything…
broken glass, barbed wire, thumbtacks… ANYTHING!!!!
[Cole rolls back into the ring as Monarch gets to his feet… the crowd
is on their feet with anticipation as Cole lifts the sack, and upends
it. He spreads to contents across the ring, to the stunned shock of
the arena.]
PW: DONUTS?!?!!!
CL: Monarch turns and stares at the donuts… Cole with a kick to the
gut, and he cinches the Royal Family member… DDT!!!! DDT on the
donuts! And Cole gets to his feet… grabs a handful of donuts and
starts to stuff them in Monarch’s face!!!!
PW: What the hell? Are donuts legal?
CL: ummm ….
PW: IS Monarch busted open or was that a jelly donut?
CL: I think it was a jelly donut …
PW: PVW’s first ever food fight? Wait I think that Monarch is choking!
CL: He could be Cole is shoving those donuts in his mouth two at a
time.
PW: Someone help him!
[Cole pulls Monarch to his feet and connects with a swift kick to the
midsection of Monarch.]
CL: Was that the kind of help you were talking about?
PW: Not really but it appears to have worked!
[Cole grabs Monarch in a front chancery and drills Monarch with a
DDT.]
PW: DDT onto the Boston Cream! I feel sorry for the ring crew who has
to clean the mat before the final match!
[Cole pulls Monarch to his feet and begins to rain rights and lefts to
the monster.]
CL: Rob Cole forces Monarch up against the ropes, drilling him with
those hard right hands. He shoves the big man against the top rope…
he’s tying him up, twisting the ropes over his shoulders and trapping
the big man in the ring!!!!
PW: What the hell is Cole’s plan here? He’s going outside again… under
the ring and now he has a carton of milk?!?!!
[Cole lifts the milk up high and slides into the ring as the fans get
on their feet… he opens the milk and sniffs, gagging a little on the
smell.]
CL: Oh god… you can smell the rotten milk here on the floor!
PW: I think I'm gonna’ be… oh no!!! He’s not going to do it!!!!
[The crowd goes absolutely insane as Cole forces Monarchs’ head back,
holding him by the nose so the big man is forced to open his mouth…
and begins to just dump the chunky nasty contents of the sour milk
down the big man’s gullet!]
PW: THIS IS DISGUSTING! HOW CAN THE PVW ALLOW THIS! I MEAN WHAT ABOUT
US!
[Cole tosses the empty container at Stevenson who looks completely
disgusted that Rob Cole would stoop to such a level.]
PW: I don't know what to say this match has just become disgusting!
CL: This is a first that I have seen in my broadcasting career.
[Rob Cole gouges the eyes of Monarch and quickly fires another right
hand to the head of Monarch.]
PW: Cole has fired off more rights than a heavyweight boxer here
tonight!
[Cole pulls Monarch to his feet once again and goes to whip Monarch
across the ring. Monarch though uses his weight to his advantage and
blocks the whip attempt. He is able to reverse the whip knocking Cole
to the mat with a vicious short arm clothesline. Monarch glares down
at Cole and just drops his massive frame onto the prone Cole.]
PW: They are going to need a spatula to pry Rob Cole off of the mat
after that!
CL: And Monarch just sits there ordering the referee to make the
count.
ONE ...
TWO ...
THRE ---
CL: And Cole once again just gets his shoulder up!
PW: Why bother?!? Doesn't Cole realize that Monarch is just going to
continue his assault!
[Monarch steps up and pulls Cole to his feet hoisting him over his
head for a moment before driving Cole down onto his knee with a
vicious back breaker. For a few moments Monarch pushes the knees and
head of Cole down across his knee.]
CL: Monarch applying extra pressure to the back breaker!
[Stevenson screams at Monarch to end it now. Monarch pulls Rob Cole to
his feet and locks his massive arms around Cole pulling him into the
air with a bear hug.]
PW: There it is! Monarch has locked on The Career Killer!
[Monarch has Cole in the bear hug and begins to shake Cole side to
side.]
CL: Monarch has it locked in solid and look at Cole struggle!
PW: The Outcast is going to tap! He just too!
[Monarch continues to shake Cole side to side.]
CL: Listen to Stevenson just berate Rob Cole. He’s just begging Cole
to submit.
PW: Cole should just give it up. If he doesn't he'll have his back
broken! I mean Monarch doesn't call this the Career Killer for
nothing.
[Cole continues to struggle. Cole slams his both his heads into the
ears of Monarch causing the big man to stagger but not breaking the
hold. Again Cole slams his ears but once again Monarch doesn't break
the hold.]
CL: Cole trying his hardest to break the hold!
PW: And again he bites the forehead of Monarch!
CL: That broke the hold.
PW: But Monarch is quick to follow up right hand that staggers Cole
back.
[Monarch grabs Cole and whips him hard into the corner.]
CL: Monarch charges Cole in the corner… but the Outcast lifts a boot
and catches the big man beneath the jaw! Cole with a right… a left…
another right… and a rake of the eyes!!!
PW: And a clothesline that only staggers Monarch! Who’s the real
monster now?!?!! Another clothesline, and Monarch barely moves a bit…
he dares Cole to go for it again!
[Cole laughs an hits the ropes… and ducks the clothesline attempt from
Monarch! He puts on the breaks, sliding on his knees and scooping up
some donut chunks as both men spin!!!!]
CL: And the Monarch gets a face full of donut yet again!!!! Cole with
a
knee to the gut, and he cinches Monarch… I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!!!
[Cole double hooks the arms and screams as he hoists the 500+ pound
Monarch off his feet… the lift doesn't last long, but it doesn't need
to as Cole releases the under hook and sits out with the … ]
CL: CAST OUT POWERBOMB!!!!!!!
PW: How the hell… ?
[Cole rolls to the side, clutching his arms in agony from the strain
of lifting the fat jerk up. He rolls over across the prone body of
Monarch, his muscles shaking too much to hook the legs… ]
ONE ...
TWO ...
[Stevenson reaches into the ring and pulls Monarch’s leg onto the
bottom rope.]
THRE ---
PW: Good eyes by the referee!
CL: Oh please if it wasn't for Stevenson Cole had this match won!
PW: I don't know what you are talking about.
CL: What match are you watching?
PW: The same one as the referee! He saw Monarch’s foot on the rope and
so did I!
CL: Rob Cole slowly back to his feet and to honest I don't understand
how!
[Cole steps under the top rope onto the ring apron. He grabs the top
rope and slingshots himself back into the ring with a senton.]
CL: Cole like a missile with that slingshot senton! But he can't roll
over for the pin at the moment.
PW: That Outcast Bomb took a lot out of him and the senton had to
continue to aggravate that back of his!
[Cole slowly gets to his feet once again and pulls Monarch to his feet
as well. A swift kick to the mid section doubles over Monarch and he
bounces off of the near side rope executing a bulldog to the big man.
Cole slowly pushes over the big man and begins to head towards the
turnbuckles.]
CL: Monarch is done and I think that Cole might be trying to go to the
top rope!
[The crowd begins to buzz as the masked figure hops the guardrail.]
PW: Is that the same masked man from the last Heatwave.
CL: I would assume it is as he appears to be making a bee line towards
Rob Cole!
[The masked man begins to climb the ring stairs in front of Cole who
has pauses on the top rope. He glares at the masked man and makes a
move for him.]
PW: Monarch is up and has Cole just before he can reach the masked
man! Monarch presses Cole back into the ring.
CL: What is Stevenson doing with the referee?
PW: I would say talking about that mess that needs to be cleaned up in
the ring.
[The masked man climbs to the top rope and begins to position himself
for a moonsault.]
PW: The masked man has lost his balance and Cole catches Monarch with
a DDT!
CL: And the masked man leaps off of the top rope with that moonsault!
PW: Nailing Johnathan Monarch with it.
CL: The masked man looks stunned that it wasn't Cole he hit and he
quickly slides out of the ring.
[An irate Stevenson throws his hands up in frustration as Cole hooks
the leg and the referee turns around for the cover.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !!!
CL: Cole picks up the win!
PW: I can't believe it! That stupid masked man just cost Monarch the
match!
[Rob Cole slides out of the ring catching the masked man from behind
whipping him hard into the guardrail. Cole unloads a series of right
hands before the masked man slumps to the ground where Cole begins to
stomp away at the masked man’s head.]
CL: Cole is going nuts on the masked man with those rights lefts and
kicks!
PW: I don't think anyone man can take that sort of abuse for long!
CL: And it looks like Cole is going for the mask!
[The masked man tries to pry Cole's vice like grip on the mask off.]
CL: maybe tonight we will see who this man is!
[Johnathan Monarch slides out of the ring and slams his massive
forearm into the back of Cole breaking his death grip on the mask.
Monarch pulls Cole up and locks on a full nelson … as the masked man
gets back to his feet.]
PW: The masked man with a knife edge chop and a second one! He looks
like he is from Japan with those crisp chops.
CL: Japan? Are you kidding me!
PW: Who else uses martial arts in the wrestling ring?
CL: A lot of wrestlers use the chop!
[Monarch slides Cole into the ring as the masked man grabs Cole’s legs
as Stevenson grabs the arms of Cole.]
CL: Monarch going to the second rope as the PVW security is rushing
the ring.
PW: Security stepping in front of Monarch before he can execute Air
Monarch! Cole is one lucky SOB..
CL: Monarch has dropped down and he doesn't look happy with the Masked
Man either. The Masked Man however doesn't want any part of Monarch
and is walking off.
PW: Smart man. You don't want to piss off 575 pounds of pure muscle.
CL: Muscle? Anyways the PVW crew is cleaning the ring in preparation
of the next match.
PW: Thanks to Cole. What a disgrace that was.
CL: I found it rather funny.
PW: You would.
CL: Don't forget TOMORROW night live on webcast is Tradition!!!!
Eight men fight for the right to become the first Rising Phoenix
Heritage Champion.
PW: It's obvious RJ Souza or Christopher Michaelson will win.
CL: Any of the eight men could walk out the champion. It's quite a
group of competitors. We also found out that Royal Family and Urban
Legend will travel to Madison Square Garden to take apart of the Mega
Event known as Powers of Pride.
PW: Looks like Royal Family will secure the 8th spot.
CL: I wouldn't be so sure. UFO's have been on a roll and tonight got
a little redemption when the Royal Family tried to damper Urban
Legend's night.
PW: I just though of something and it made my stomach sick. What
happens if Outlaw wins tomorrow night?
CL: Then he would be -
PW: Exactly... That is just wrong.
CL: Why is that?
PW: Outlaw as a PVW Champion? That's not even funny.
CL: ....
PW: Yeah it makes you a loss for words doesn't it.
CL: Anyways the ring has finally been cleaned and we are ready for our
MAIN EVENT! Finally The Spectre and Charles Lassiter can settle their
blood feud inside the PVW squared circle!
PW: I can't wait!
CL: This match has been brewing since day one. The Spectre hand
picked the fragile mind of Charles Lassiter to mess with. The more he
prodded the more Lassiter prodded back.
PW: More like the deeper Spectre dug into that whacked out brain of
Lassiters, the more crazy Lassiter became.
CL: Tonight will this blood feud finally be put to rest?
PW: It's highly doubtful.
CL: Why is that?
PW: Call it a hunch.
[Main Event POP as Herk Douglas enters the squared circle. He stands
waiting for the cheers to die down.]
HD: Introducing first, From New York City, New York. Weighing in at
275 pounds and standing at 6 foot 4.
T H E S P E C T R E ! ! ! !
[The arena lights suddenly cut to pitch black without warning. Over
the PA system, the faint sound of a heartbeat begins after ten seconds
of complete silence.
Thump-thump
Thump-thump
Thump-thump
"Do you fear the Dark?" a gravelly voice asks in a whisper.
A single red spotlight cuts through the blackness, illuminating the
solitary form of The Spectre as "Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson
cuts in over the PA System. Spectre, clad in a pair of cutoff jeans,
a black t shirt and combat boots stands with his taped forearms held
up at angles away from his pale, scarred body as the combination of
his dark dreadlocks and the red lighting paints a ghastly picture over
the ghoulish wrestler.
As the music picks up, the lights start flashing in time with the
beat, creating almost a stobe-effect as The Spectre makes his way
towards the ring, ignoring the fans lining the aisles. As he reaches
the apron, the pale skinned grappler speeds up to a run and slides
smoothly under the bottom rope, standing and stalking towards the
ropes in front of the announce table. Climbing to the second rope, he
stares coldly at the announce team for a moment before stepping down
and moving to his corner to await the start of the match.]
CL: The Spectre has been quite the enigma. With his mind games and
methodical ways.
PW: We agrees.
CL: ....
#When you're talkin to yourself#
#And nobody's home#
#You can fool yourself#
#You came in this world alone#
#[whispered] Alone#
HD: Making his way to the ring at this time, from right here in
Phoenix Arizona...
[HUGE HOMETOWN POP!!!!!!!!!!]
HD: Weighing in at 301 pounds and standing at 6 foot 3.
C H A R L E S L A S S I T E R ! ! ! !
[Just as the weeping guitar solo in Guns 'n' Roses "Estranged" chimes
in, the entrance curtain is swiped aside by the massive paw-like hand
of Charles Lassiter. He is built like an offensive lineman -
overweight, but not grossly fat. Lassiter has a round face and looks
like a big friendly teddy bear... with a slightly dangerous glint in
his eye. Soft, thinning blond hair. Fair skin. He throws his arms
into the air and because of his commanding presence, hears some love
from the crowd. He slaps has many hands as possible atop the ramp.]
# So nobody ever told you baby#
How it was gonna be#
So what'll happen to you baby#
Guess we'll have to wait and see#
ONE, TWO
#Old at heart but I'm only 28#
#And I'm much too young#
#To let love break my heart#
#Young at heart but it's getting much too late#
#To find ourselves so far apart#
[Dressed plainly in blue jeans, a white t-shirt and carpenter boots
Lassiter finally ducks between the ropes and enters the ring with
boundless energy. One more time he turns to the fans, pumps a fist
into the air and manages to crack a small smile as he's showered with
applause.]
#I don't know how you're s'posed#
#To find me lately#
#An what more could tou ask from me#
#How could you say that I never needed you#
#When you took everything#
#Said you took everything from me#
[Music fades as Lassiter shakes out his arms and legs and struggles to
clear all distractions from his mind.]
CL: Look at these two stare across the ring at one another.
PW: It's a good night for blood!
CL: Tension is in the air. There is no love loss between these two
warriors.
[Referee Duke Martin stands in-between each man and explains the rules
of the match. The eyes of Lassiter and Spectre continue to stare
right across at one another.]
PW: Ring the bell already!
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Main Event One on One Action:
The Spectre
v. 'Charles Lassiter
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<<< DING DING >>>
[HUUUUGE ALL OUT BRAWL POP!!!]
CL: The bell is sounded and an all out brawl is started!!
PW: What do these two think this is bum fights?
CL: You could have said MMA or Boxing and you said "bum fights"?
PW: Yeah?
[Lassiter wins the exchange of rights due to his power advantage. The
Spectre is quickly backed into the corner where Lassiter drives his
big knee into the rib area of The Spectre repeatedly. Lassiter goes to
whip The Spectre into the opposing corner but stops and reverses his
own whip, throwing The Spectre chest-first into the top turnbuckle.
The Spectre staggers backwards right into a Clothesline to the back of
the head.]
CL: Lassiter has started off on fire!
PW: Just give it time before too long he will lose his mind and go
into a fit.
CL: Lassiter now putting the boots to The Spectre!!! Look at the
intensity in those kicks!!
[Lassiter turns and pumps his fist in the air as the fans explode!!
Lassiter walks over and nails The Spectre with a few clubbing blows to
the back. Lassiter places The Spectre over the second rope, then pulls
him backwards, bending him over the top rope where Lassiter blasts him
with some clubbing blows to the chest.]
CL: Look at the ferocity with every blow from Lassiter. The guy has
come down here to fight!
PW: I wonder if he even remembers that he hates The Spectre. Maybe by
mid match he will forget where he is?
[Lassiter pulls The Spectre back in and whips him off the ropes.
Lassiter bends over for a Back Body Drop, but The Spectre stops short
and kicks his opponent in the face. Spectre quickly shakes the
cobwebs and backs Lassiter into the ropes with a series of thundering
right hands.]
CL: Spectre now in control and Whips Lassiter into the ropes -
[... Lassiter reverses, going for a Short-Arm Clothesline, only for
The Spectre to duck it and hit a Back Drop. The Spectre hooks an
early leg.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: No, Lassiter with a kick out.
PW: The Spectre knew it wasn't over yet, but it's more mind games from
him.
[The Spectre begins stomping on Lassiter with a series of stomps.
Lassiter rolls over to the turnbuckles. Spectre then leans him up
against the bottom turnbuckle. The Spectre again puts the boots to
Charles Lassiter then backs up across the ring. The Spectre charges at
his opponent and nails him with a knee to the face.]
CL: What a crushing knee to the chops of Charles Lassiter. This isn't
a wrestling match it's a good old fashion brawl. Every move is stiff
and brutal by these two men.
PW: Are we still talking about the match?
CL: God I hope so!
[The Spectre pulls Charles Lassiter to his feet and takes him down
with a Spinning Neckbreaker! The fans roar in jeers as The Spectre
hooks another leg.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: Another strong kick out by Charles Lassiter. Lassiter has a lot
of fight left in him. The Spectre is now setting up Lassiter for a
Piledriver....
[COUNTER POP!!]
CL: Lassiter with a big back body drop to free himself!!!
[Lassiter staggers around the ring while The Spectre tries to pull
himself up with the ropes. Lassiter charges and Clotheslines The
Spectre over the top ropes!]
CL: The Spectre tumbles right over the top ropes and to the outside!!
Don't look now, but Charles Lassiter is ignoring official, Duke Martin
and is following right behind him.
PW: Duke Martin is just an obstacle out there. Does he really think
these two are going to listen to him?
[Charles Lassiter pulls The Spectre up and bounces his head off of the
steel steps. Lassiter doesn't appear to be done and he pulls a
slumped over Spectre up and goes to slam him again, but The Spectre
blocks it and SLAMS Charles Lassiter into the steel steps!]
CL: Both men just felt the steel steps and The Spectre begins GNAWING
the forehead of Charles Lassiter he turns sideways and spat something
out, DISGUSTING!!!
PW: Maybe it was a zit!
[A close up by the Camera shows blood oozing out from the Steel Steps
and broken up skin by the biting of The Spectre. The Spectre rolls
Lassiter inside the ring and climbs to the top rope.]
CL: Neither man known for their aerial game, but The Spectre stands on
the top ropes and He LEAPS ... HUGE FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!!!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
CL: ANOTHER LASSITER KICK OUT!!!
[The Spectre pulls Charles Lassiter to his feet, He rips his claws
into the open wound of Lassiter pulling away at his skin. Blood oozes
out in-between his fingers. The Spectre goes for a Pump Handle
Powerslam, but Lassiter slips out the back-door and shoves The Spectre
into the ropes. The Spectre comes charging and blasts Charles Lassiter
with a Big Boot.]
CL: Another cover by The Spectre!
ONE ...
TWO ...
NO!!!! Lassiter shows just how tough he is by kicking out yet
_again_!
[The Spectre is now in referee, Duke Martin's face. Charles Lassiter
pulls himself up slowly. The Spectre steps over Lassiter, hovering
over him as he pulls himself up to his hands and knees. The Spectre
starts nailing Lassiter with some Crossface punches to the face. The
Spectre pulls Lassiter up and whips him off the ropes, hitting
Lassiter with a big Powerslam.]
CL: As of late it's been full Spectre. He is pointing to the
turnbuckles and The Spectre is ripping off the top turnbuckle!
PW: There is that annoying pest, Duke Martin again warning The Spectre
like he cares.
[The crowd boos, The Spectre turns around and Lassiter rushes over
with big forearm smashes to the back of The Spectre. He grabs The
Spectre and drills him with a Running Powerbomb right into the center
of the mat!!!!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
CL: NOOO!!! The Spectre just got his shoulder up!
PW: Watch that turnbuckle it's still exposed. It could come into
play later!
[Both men begin to stir and get up slowly but Lassiter makes it to his
feet first and starts firing off one shot after another. The Spectre
gets backed into the ropes, then whipped. Lassiter readies himself and
hits the charging foe with a Revolving Spinebuster. Lassiter sets up
and looks ready to pick The Spectre up into his Human Torture Rack
submission move....]
[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]
CL: LOW BLOW BY SPECTRE!!!! Duke Martin looks very tempted to
disqualify him right there. He is again in The Spectre's ear.
PW: I think Duke Martin is afraid of The Spectre I mean who isn't?
[The camera picks up the crimson red face of Lassiter looking up as
The Spectre begins to pull him to his feet. He turns towards that
exposed turnbuckle and begins to charge him forward - HUGE POP as
Lassiter blocks it. Series of elbow shots pry's him lose and SLAMS
SPECTRE'S FACE RIGHT INTO THAT EXPOSED STEEL!]
CL: BACKFIRED!!!!! The Spectre slumps into that corner and Lassiter
backs up and charges - AVALANCHE!!!!!!!!
PW: This can't be happening!
[The Spectre drops to his knees and Charles Lassiter grabs his
forehead and begins slamming his knee repeatedly over and over into
the face area of The Spectre. Finally Lassiter drops down and hooks a
leg.]
CL: LASSITER HOOKING A LEG... WE COULD HAVE A WINNER!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE ???
[BOOOOO!!!!!]
PW: Not this time! The Spectre got his bottom foot on the ropes!
[Duke Martin holds two fingers up to pretty much everyone's disbelief.
Lassiter has that look in his eyes. Though this time he looks to be
fighting it he pulls The Spectre up wraps those big arms around The
Spectre.... The Spectre swings his head forward smashing it into
Lassiter... Both men stumble free...]
CL: The Spectre appears to be bleeding now too. BOTH MEN CHARGE ---
THEY TAKE EACH OTHER DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!!!
PW: How do you do that!?!
CL: I'm not sure, but they just did it.
[The fans and Duke Martin count as both men lay flat on the mat.]
One ...
Two ...
Three ...
Four ...
[The Spectre begins to stir.]
PW: The Spectre is up and -
[POP!!!]
CL: JAW BREAKER BY LASSITER!! He was holding back waiting patiently
for The Spectre. Lassiter charges and CLOTHESLINES The Spectre right
over the top ropes!!!
[The Spectre landed on his feet, but is stunned from the move.
Lassiter steps in-between the ropes and leaps off, but Spectre was
waiting and drills him in the midsection. The Spectre grabs Charles
Lassiter by the back of his head and spends him crashing into outside
turnbuckle. Bloodied, stunned, but still on his feet - The Spectre
whips Lassiter into the guard rail.]
CL: The fight has tipped to the outside as Duke Martin stands in the
ring counting.
"Three ..."
[The Spectre charges towards the slumped Lassiter and leaps at full
speed tipping both men OVER the guardrail and into the crowd!!!!!!]
PW: What the...
CL: The fight has now tipped into the wild crowd!!!
"Five ..."
[It's hard to see the two men due to the fans rushing around the two
competitors, but from what you can see is fist flying and the two
fighting their way _AWAY_ from the ring.]
PW: Ermmm that's the wrong way?
CL: The fans have blocked their way back towards the ring so they are
continuing to fight up towards the isle way of the 52nd Street Armory.
They obviously don't care about the outcome they just want to fight!
"Seven ..."
[Lassiter blocks being slammed into the cement steps and SLAMS The
Spectre instead!!!]
CL: They have reached the top of the isle way and unless they are the
Flash they aren't getting inside the ring before the ten count.
PW: A shame that was The Spectre's match to lose.
"Nine ..."
"TEN !!!"
<<< DING DING >>>>
CL: There is the bell and this is a double count out, looking back at
the last two shows it shouldn't shock anyone. These two just can't
stay inside the ring!
PW: The feud is far from being over too.
[They have now fought their way into the hall ways of the 52nd Street
Armory. The TV crew rush to keep up with the fight. Security hold
the fans back as fist fly!!! Lassiter charges and leaps with a knee,
but The Spectre just gets out of the way and he smashes it against the
hard cement wall. The Spectre spots a merchandise stand and grabs
Lassiter and Whips him across and right into the stand!!!]
CL: LASSITER SENT INTO THE MERCHANDISE STAND!!
PW: There goes all those Chris Hartt t-shirts that wasn't selling
anyways!
[The Spectre grabs the first t-shirt and wraps it around the throat
area of Lassiter and begins dragging him as he walks down the hall
way!]
CL: The Spectre is choking and dragging Lassiter with that t-shirt as
they head towards the DOORS!!!
PW: This could get interesting.
[Spectre pulls Lassiter up who appears to be trying to catch his wind
and sends him outside the door and into the parking lot!!! It's late
at night and the big lights - light the parking lot up. Spectre
drives a few forearms and goes to whip him into the side of the wall,
but Lassiter with a hiptoss counter sending Spectre hard down to the
pave way. Lassiter drops still catching his breath.]
CL: The match is over folks and we are close to running out of time,
but we are keeping with this blood feud that has led itself to the
outside of the 52nd Street Armory.
PW: Look at the people passing by the area. They don't know what to
think!
[Lassiter pulls a just as bloody, Spectre to his feet and charges him
forward and INTO THE WINDSHIELD OF A PARKED CAR!!!! The glass
shatters as The Spectre lays near motionless sprawled out across the
windshield of the parked car.]
CL: GOOD GOD!!!
PW: Lassiter tried to kill him!!!
[Security finally make their way to break the fight up and pull back
Lassiter. The last picture we see is the sprawled out Spectre laying
out across the shattered windshield... The camera gets closer and
there is a smile across the madman's face.... We fade to black.]
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Credits:
Brian: UL v. Green/Gaines, WC v. Livestock & Gutch
Spectre v. Lassiter
Rob: Williams v. Tate, PoR v. SE, Cole v. Monarch
Chris: Hayes v. Frost
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