Fuel 38
Posted: October 7th, 2010 | Category: Non-Televised Results, Televised Results | No Comments »
Fuel 38 – October 8th, 2010 – WMW Arena, Cleveland, Ohio
Tim Tyler vs. Divion Sadistic
Hiawatha vs. John Bundy
Xavier Langston vs. El Oso
Heartlands Championship
Boris Drago (c) vs. Bob Wire
I Am Your Cure
Writer: ScottIt is dusk and cloudy. The land that surrounds the scene is filled with graves. A man, with long black hair and a pale complexion wearing a pleather trench coat buttoned all the way to the neck, sits on a large gravestone. Though it is dark, he wears shades, hiding his eyes. "In the eyes of man, the world is their kingdom... we simply live in it, dwell in it." he says in a strong and deep tone. "We take for granted the liberties our lives give us. Plantation and wildlife for food and sometimes even entertainment. Water to sustain our lives." He raises his arms, holding them out and looking around. "Yet all things that are beautiful about our world is covered in layers of concrete. Skies covered by your precious skyscrapers. Water wasted and diluted by your chemicals of death."
Divion leaps off the gravestone, kneeling to the ground. The grave is rather fresh, as the grass has not grown on the dirt patch yet. Divion sifts his hands through the dirt. "You... you look at yourselves as gods..." he barks. "I see you... as pestilence!"
Divion raises to his feet and brushes the dirt off his hands. He removes his shades to reveal his almost angelic blue eyes. While at first glance, his gaze is inviting. With time, you see how cold and calculating his glare really is. "I see you as an infection upon Lady Earth, who after all you've done to her still graces you with all she has to offer only for you to continuously abuse her with your lust for nicotine smoke, luxurious cars and oil spills." he shivers at the thought. "The only good thing your wars provide is that you lead yourselves to the slaughter like the pathetic lemmings that you are." saying with a very visible smirk on his face.
He walks away from the grave, the camera following him. He suddenly turns around. "I... am Divion Sadistik. Leader of the human revolution known as The Redeemers." He raises his arms once more, as if he is embracing the air around him. He closes his eyes and smiles widely. "Lady Earth shines on us because of our crusade to remove the parasites that dwell on her."
He laughs maniacally, falling to his knees. His laughter suddenly ends as he looks at the camera once more. "Your lives are a disease... I will be your cure." He laughs once more... while laughing he exclaims "I AM YOUR CURE!" loudly, the scene begins to fade.
Last Week on Fuel 37
Writer: Garvin
[The shot opens up showing Boris Drago standing on the outside of the ring, watching Dasha and The Angel of Death battle for the HLC #1 Contendership.]
Voice Over - At Fuel 37, two women fought for the opportunity to face Boris Drago for the Heartlands Champion. But, their dreams were shattered when Bob Wire, along with his Steel Chair stood in their way.
[The shot changes to show Bob Wire taking both Dasha and TAOD out with the chairs. Then, the final shot of the match, showing Boris Drago holding the Heartlands Championship and Bob Wire holding the Steel Chair.]
Voice Over - Bob Wire made the challenge. He took the initiative and tonight will fight for the title.
[The shot changes to show Eric Dillinger and Jasmine Lucky fighting in the Lions' Den.]
Voice Over - In a match that was scheduled for 3 3-minute rounds, Eric Dillinger went in as the underdog against the more experienced and highly favored Jasmine Lucky.
[The shot flashes to show Dillinger throwing her down, mounting her, and slamming her with rights and lefts.]
Voice Over - But, by the middle of the second round, it was all too obvious who Jade would be defending the Shoot Championship against at Burn.
[The shot changes to show highlights of the MTL Championship Main Event between Revolution and The Inquisition.]
Voice Over - And with the MTL Championships on the line, The Inquisition challenged Revolution, who had held the titles for close to a year. Not only were they over matched, though, the only question that was being asked was...
[The shot changes to show Father Nathan laying out cold on the outside as Xavier Langston hovers over him.]
Voice Over - Was Father Nathan ready for Xavier Langston?
...
Welcome to Fuel 38.
[The scene fades.]
Opening Commentary
Writer: Garvin
Jack Gene - Hello and welcome everyone to WMW Fuel 38! And we are coming to you from the WMW Arena in Cleveland, Ohio. My name is Jack Gene and I'm alongside Bill Hughes, and we've got another fast-moving webisode of Fuel ready for you. We'll see the debut of Divion Sadistik, plus, will Father Nathan confront Xavier Langston after his attack last week? Is Tim Tyler next on Jerry the Clown's "hit list"? And Will Boris Drago successfully defend the Heartlands Championship, in his first defense, here tonight?
Bill Hughes - You want to just do this entire opening commentary by yourself, Jack?
Jack Gene - Well, we don't have as much time as we used to on Graveyard Shift. And, so much to announce - and, that's without even referencing the fact that Hiawatha is in the ring. We haven't seen him since the epic Thanksgiving battle between him and Shank last year. You've got to wonder what he's here for, but - as we can all see, he's got a microphone in his hand, so maybe we'll find out. Let's turn it to the ring.
Hiawatha Returns
Writer: Garvin
[The camera focuses to inside the ring as Hiawatha stands with a microphone. He looks around as the arena boos him. He frowns.]
Hiawatha - You have every right to boo me. I deserve every bit of displeasure you have for me.
[The crowd continues to boo, causing him to hesitate.]
Hiawatha - I let you down. I let my people down. And I let myself down. And tonight, I'm walking down a new path. The right path. I do not come to this land with anger. I come to this land with the purpose of helping it grown.
[He looks at the crowd, who continue to boo him.]
Hiawatha - Please, I ask for your forgiveness. I ask for Shank's forgiveness. I disrespected you and your traditions while trying to push my own. As the great Chief Seattle said, "Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it."
[The crowd continues to boo, but Hiawatha closes his eyes and bows his head.]
Hiawatha - "Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect." Tonight, I reach out my hands in peace. I want to connect.
[Just then, "Elite" by The Deftones blasts from the PA and out walks John Bundy. He gets a mixed reaction from the crowd as he walks to the ring.]
Jack Gene - Looks like John Bundy is heading to the ring. We might be getting this match started.
Bill Hughes - Good. I'm already sick of Hiawatha. He should have stayed where ever it is he came from.
[Bundy climbs into the ring. He grabs a mic from a stagehand and shakes his head as the music fades. He walks up to Hiawatha and raises his right hand.]
John Bundy - How!
[He smiles, but Hiawatha understands the sarcasm and shakes his head, slowly walking away. Some fans start to cheer for Bundy.]
John Bundy - Look, Red. No one cares about you. No one wants to hear about how you've come with respect and honor. It's a snore fest.
Hiawatha - I'm only here to apologize for the wrongs that I've committed.
John Bundy - By wronging the people again by coming out here and standing in the ring that you disrespected the last time you were here?
[More of the crowd backs Bundy. Hiawatha hangs his head. He sighs.]
Hiawatha - Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.
[Bundy laughs.]
John Bundy - Like the grasses showing tender faces... please. The wish of the Grandfathers of the World is for me to kick your ass.
Hiawatha vs. John Bundy
Writer: Garvin
[Just then, Bundy kicks Hiawatha in the midsection causing him to drop the mic. Bundy drops his mic and grabs Hiawatha by the hair. Referee Luna Pier runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, calling for the bell. Bundy pushes him into the ropes and whips him across the ring. As he bounces back, Bundy takes him down with a belly to belly suplex.]
Jack says that this match is official: Hiawatha vs. John Bundy. Bill is glad that Bundy came up and put Hiawatha's speech, as it was just awful. Jack can't believe that he's agreeing with Bill and is also glad to see Bundy.
[Bundy stands up and quickly pulls up Hiawatha. He pushes him against the ropes again and goes for an Irish whip, but Hiawatha reverses it. Or, tries to at least, but he's unable to power him over. Bundy goes for a short arm clothesline, but Hiawatha ducks it. He lands a right hand, and another. He kicks Bundy in the midsection and again lands a hard right hand. He bounces off the ropes and charges back with a primal yell and goes for a knee lift to the face, but Bundy dodges it. He then scoops up Hiawatha and slams him down on his back. Bundy rests against the ropes, holding his head.]
[Hiawatha pulls himself up on the ropes. Bundy charges him and lands a shoulder into his chest, which almost causes Hiawatha to fall out of the ring, but Bundy grabs a hold of him and takes him down with a sidewalk slam. He goes for a pin, but only gets a two count. He pulls up Hiawatha by the hair, which gets a warning from the ref. He picks up Hiawatha onto his shoulder and goes for a powerslam, but Hiawatha counters it and slides down his back. He immediately jumps up and digs his knees into Bundy's back, grabbing a hold of his head. He pulls him back and they both fall, causing Bundy to land on his knees. Hiawatha goes for the pin, but Bundy kicks out at two. Hiawatha stands up and begins to do a ceremonial dance.]
Jack says he's surprised how much offense Hiawatha got in after Bundy blindsided him to begin the match. He expected Bundy to run away with the match, but Hiawatha is giving him a good fight. Bill says that it was only a matter of time before that momentum shifted back into Bundy's court.
[Hiawatha pulls himself up on the ropes. Bundy charges him and lands a shoulder into his chest, which almost causes Hiawatha to fall out of the ring, but Bundy grabs a hold of him and takes him down with a sidewalk slam. He goes for a pin, but only gets a two count. He pulls up Hiawatha by the hair, which gets a warning from the ref. He picks up Hiawatha onto his shoulder and goes for a powerslam, but Hiawatha counters it and slides down his back. He immediately jumps up and digs his knees into Bundy's back, grabbing a hold of his head. He pulls him back and they both fall, causing Bundy to land on his knees. Hiawatha goes for the pin, but Bundy kicks out at two. Hiawatha stands up and begins to do a ceremonial dance.]
Bill says that Hiawatha's rain dance isn't going to make beating John Bundy any easier. Or likely. Jack says that Hiawatha has the advantage and is just measuring him up, in his own, odd way.
[Bundy gets up to his knees. He then powers up, and just as he does, Hiawatha charges across the ring and goes for a bulldog, but Bundy catches him and throws him down on his back a front-layout backdrop. Bundy then bounces off the ropes and hits a splash. He makes the cover and gets the 3 count for the pin. This match is over.]
Inkster announces that John Bundy has won the match. The crowd reaction is slightly different from his entrance. More mixed, than boos. Jack notes that, and says that Bundy looked very strong in the match, and seems to be different since the last time we saw him. Focused. Bill suggests that it's because he's here alone. Bob Wire isn't here to lose the match for him.
[As Bundy leaves the ring, he keeps looking over his shoulder towards the ring. As he reaches the top of the ramp, he turns and holds up his arms in victory. Hiawatha looks on.]
Tim Tyler Backstage
Writer: Garvin & Steph
[The shot opens up backstage to show Tim Tyler walking through the hallways.]
Jack Gene - And, as we showed you at the top of the broadcast, we will finally see the debut of Divion Sadistik, as he wages war against society alongside "The Redeemers". He says that he's the cure.
Bill Hughes - ...and Tim Tyler, he needs a cure. A cure from that clown.
Jack Gene - I... I'm still unsure what we witnessed last week. Did Jerry the Clown admit to taking out Lumberjack, Handlebeards McGee and Shank?
Bill Hughes - That's... that's a good question. But, when Tim called the attacker out, Jerry the Clown showed up. He answered that call.
[As Tyler turns a corner, he passes a "shady looking area". You see eyes peeking out from the shadows, but Tim doesn't notice it.]
Jack Gene - Wait a second, did you just see that?
Bill Hughes - What?
Jack Gene - In the shadows... I could have sworn I saw something. Nevermind. Let's go to a commercial. Coming up next, Tim Tyler vs. Divion Sadistik. Stay tuned.
[The scene fades.]
[Eric Dillinger is seen walking through the hallway of a hospital in a plaid scally cap, white Misfits t-shirt, blue jeans, and black Converse holding what appears to be a bouquet of flowers. He passes by room after room, peeking in and glancing at the numbers, until he comes to the room he’s been looking for. He knocks quickly and walks right in with out waiting for a reply.]
Eric Dillinger - Yooooooo-hooooooooo...
[The camera follows Eric into the room. We can’t see who is in the room as the camera stays focused on the Bastard Icon, but judging by the grin on his face it doesn’t seem like he’s in the wrong place.]
Eric Dillinger - Howdy, love. I heard you had an accident and thought I’d come by and cheer you up. I know what you’re thinking. It ain’t very well likely that I’d come by and see you of all people, but I’ve had a change of heart recently. These’re for you and--
[A wheezing, pain filled voice cuts Eric off there.]
Female Voice - What do you want Eric? If you really wanted to come and wish me well, you would have done that as soon as you heard.
Eric Dillinger - C’mon. Does there really need to be some kind of ulterior motive for me coming here?
[That soft wheezing voice drifts out of the room once more.]
Female Voice - Just because I’m laid up here in the hospital doesn’t mean I don’t know what’s going on in Wrestling Midwest. This wouldn’t have anything to with trying to get me to help you for your match against Jade?
Eric Dillinger - Come to think of it... D’ya want to?
Female Voice - No!
Eric Dillinger - Why the hell not? I respect you and I know you gotta respect me somewhat.
[Eric takes a step into the room, allowing a glimpse in as he does. Laying in a hospital bed is Hecate, a very frail looking Hecate at that. Both of her arms and one leg have been put into rigid casts, the other leg is fixed into a brace. The bit of thigh and her upper arms that can be seen around the blankets and the hospital gown, have been wrapped in bandages. The Greek woman watches Eric with a resigned look.]
Hecate - Respect has nothing to do with it, Eric. Why should I help you against Jade? The woman who is my wrestling partner?
Eric Dillinger - Well, I happen to hear on good authority you’re really good at Pan-cre-ass. I figure we’re two peas in a pod. I wrestle and grapple and so do you. I figure you help me train, give me some insight on Jade and, hell, I’ll help you find the car that run you down. What’cha say?
Hecate - You mean Pankration? Look at me Eric, I’m laid up in a hospital and will be here for Goddess knows how much longer. Even if I had the slightest inclination to help you, which I don’t. I’m in no shape to help anyone out with training.
Eric Dillinger - C’mon. We could put some more asses in the seats in Mexicooooooooooo.
Hecate - I’ll grant that if I did train you, it would make the match a bit more competitive. But the bottom line is, even if I wasn’t like this; the only way I would help you is if Jade herself asked me to.
Eric Dillinger - Fine. I understand, but I’ll let my offer stay on the table. I got ears everywhere, y’know?
Female Voice - What the hell are you doing here? Get out, don’t go getting her all worked up when she’s trying to heal!
[Coming down the hall is Diana and Carlos, Diana’s eyes narrowed and looking ready to tear into Eric. Carlos for his part, just looks on passively but ready to react.]
Eric Dillinger - Because you’re a Dr. right? Like a friendly visit ain’t gonna help things along?
[Diana works her way into the door frame and, without touching him, ushers Eric back a foot and into the hallway. He looks over at Carlos and then back at Diana before tensing up, but the frail image of Hecate laid up in the bed brings him back down. He cracks a smile, scoffs, and shakes his head.]
Diana - Look Eric, it’s nice of you to visit her and all, but don’t bring up wrestling at all. OK? The doctors right now are saying it’s unlikely she will ever be able to return to the physical level she was at before the accident.
Eric Dillinger - Yea, I gotcha. I can tell just by looking at you and...
[Eric looks Carlos over for a second and shakes his head again.]
Eric Dillinger - handsome over here... That you’re concerned, but I’ve known guys to bounce back from worse. If she stays dedicated she’ll bounce back. Level with me, how does she feel about all this?
Diana - It’s eating her up inside, the thought of not being able to ever wrestle again. Jade and I have been working to get a few specialists in here as well as get Dr Williams to take back over as her primary doctor. While she could use the company and seeing some of her co-workers at the same time I’m worried it’s only going to make her more depressed. Just..just keep it off wrestling and her future.
Eric Dillinger - Understood... So Jade is spending her time here instead of training?
Diana - What?
Eric Dillinger - Nothing, love. Just thinking out loud. Be sure Hecate gets these and let her know if she ever decides to switch times and my wife ever leaves me...
[Diana chuckles softly.]
Diana - I doubt that Eric, she’s very happy in that regard, but I’ll make sure she gets these.
Eric Dillinger - Thanks.
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A Visitor
Writer: Eric and Tabi
[Eric Dillinger is seen walking through the hallway of a hospital in a plaid scally cap, white Misfits t-shirt, blue jeans, and black Converse holding what appears to be a bouquet of flowers. He passes by room after room, peeking in and glancing at the numbers, until he comes to the room he’s been looking for. He knocks quickly and walks right in with out waiting for a reply.]
Eric Dillinger - Yooooooo-hooooooooo...
[The camera follows Eric into the room. We can’t see who is in the room as the camera stays focused on the Bastard Icon, but judging by the grin on his face it doesn’t seem like he’s in the wrong place.]
Eric Dillinger - Howdy, love. I heard you had an accident and thought I’d come by and cheer you up. I know what you’re thinking. It ain’t very well likely that I’d come by and see you of all people, but I’ve had a change of heart recently. These’re for you and--
[A wheezing, pain filled voice cuts Eric off there.]
Female Voice - What do you want Eric? If you really wanted to come and wish me well, you would have done that as soon as you heard.
Eric Dillinger - C’mon. Does there really need to be some kind of ulterior motive for me coming here?
[That soft wheezing voice drifts out of the room once more.]
Female Voice - Just because I’m laid up here in the hospital doesn’t mean I don’t know what’s going on in Wrestling Midwest. This wouldn’t have anything to with trying to get me to help you for your match against Jade?
Eric Dillinger - Come to think of it... D’ya want to?
Female Voice - No!
Eric Dillinger - Why the hell not? I respect you and I know you gotta respect me somewhat.
[Eric takes a step into the room, allowing a glimpse in as he does. Laying in a hospital bed is Hecate, a very frail looking Hecate at that. Both of her arms and one leg have been put into rigid casts, the other leg is fixed into a brace. The bit of thigh and her upper arms that can be seen around the blankets and the hospital gown, have been wrapped in bandages. The Greek woman watches Eric with a resigned look.]
Hecate - Respect has nothing to do with it, Eric. Why should I help you against Jade? The woman who is my wrestling partner?
Eric Dillinger - Well, I happen to hear on good authority you’re really good at Pan-cre-ass. I figure we’re two peas in a pod. I wrestle and grapple and so do you. I figure you help me train, give me some insight on Jade and, hell, I’ll help you find the car that run you down. What’cha say?
Hecate - You mean Pankration? Look at me Eric, I’m laid up in a hospital and will be here for Goddess knows how much longer. Even if I had the slightest inclination to help you, which I don’t. I’m in no shape to help anyone out with training.
Eric Dillinger - C’mon. We could put some more asses in the seats in Mexicooooooooooo.
Hecate - I’ll grant that if I did train you, it would make the match a bit more competitive. But the bottom line is, even if I wasn’t like this; the only way I would help you is if Jade herself asked me to.
Eric Dillinger - Fine. I understand, but I’ll let my offer stay on the table. I got ears everywhere, y’know?
Female Voice - What the hell are you doing here? Get out, don’t go getting her all worked up when she’s trying to heal!
[Coming down the hall is Diana and Carlos, Diana’s eyes narrowed and looking ready to tear into Eric. Carlos for his part, just looks on passively but ready to react.]
Eric Dillinger - Because you’re a Dr. right? Like a friendly visit ain’t gonna help things along?
[Diana works her way into the door frame and, without touching him, ushers Eric back a foot and into the hallway. He looks over at Carlos and then back at Diana before tensing up, but the frail image of Hecate laid up in the bed brings him back down. He cracks a smile, scoffs, and shakes his head.]
Diana - Look Eric, it’s nice of you to visit her and all, but don’t bring up wrestling at all. OK? The doctors right now are saying it’s unlikely she will ever be able to return to the physical level she was at before the accident.
Eric Dillinger - Yea, I gotcha. I can tell just by looking at you and...
[Eric looks Carlos over for a second and shakes his head again.]
Eric Dillinger - handsome over here... That you’re concerned, but I’ve known guys to bounce back from worse. If she stays dedicated she’ll bounce back. Level with me, how does she feel about all this?
Diana - It’s eating her up inside, the thought of not being able to ever wrestle again. Jade and I have been working to get a few specialists in here as well as get Dr Williams to take back over as her primary doctor. While she could use the company and seeing some of her co-workers at the same time I’m worried it’s only going to make her more depressed. Just..just keep it off wrestling and her future.
Eric Dillinger - Understood... So Jade is spending her time here instead of training?
Diana - What?
Eric Dillinger - Nothing, love. Just thinking out loud. Be sure Hecate gets these and let her know if she ever decides to switch times and my wife ever leaves me...
[Diana chuckles softly.]
Diana - I doubt that Eric, she’s very happy in that regard, but I’ll make sure she gets these.
Eric Dillinger - Thanks.
[The scene fades.]
Tim Tyler Backstage
Writer: Garvin
[The shot opens up in the back. Tim Tyler is talking with a stagehand. Just then, he hears a creeking sound. He turns and just then, a stack of chairs topples over.]
Stagehand - Oh, [bleep]! Watch out!
[It falls inches away from him and the stagehand, and obviously startles them. Tim holds his heart and head as he checks to make sure the stagehand is okay. He is. Then, you hear laughter.]
Stagehand - What the hell is going on?
[Tim pops a piece of Nicorette.]
Tim Tyler - I... I don't know.
[The scene fades.]
Wayne Inkster announces the next contest. He introduces the first fighter: Divion Sadistik. He gets a mixed reaction. Jack talks about his history, and why Divion is here. Bill thinks its a bit outlandish to think that one man, and a group of followers, is going to take over the world. Now, what he should be focusing on isn't going after the world as a whole right off the bat. He should start small, like going after the crummy politicians in Cleveland. The only big city in the World that isn't actively developing on the lake front.
[Just then, "Oh Susanna" hits the PA and the crowd pops. Out rides Tim Tyler, solo, on the bicycle built for two. He rides to the ring.]
As Tim rides to the ring, Jack and Bill try to figure out what happened backstage. Was Jerry the Clown behind the accident backstage? Was he trying to take out Tim Tyler? If he was, he was very close. Bill agrees, and says that Tim will have to shake it off and focus on this match if he plans on getting further in the Heartlands tournament.
[Tim Tyler enters the ring and listens to the crowd cheering. He turns to look at Divion and waits for the ref's sign. The ref calls for the bell and the match has begun. Tyler walks to the center of the ring and meets up with Divion. Divion just smirks at him, but doesn't go for any type of move. Tyler goes for a lockup, but Sadistik moves out of the way. Tyler turns to counter any type of move, but Sadistik slowly stalks him from a distance. Tyler tries for another lockup, but again, Sadistik avoids it. The ref urges them to begin, so they do. Tyler and Sadistik meet up in the center with a lockup. Sadistik powers him into the corner and the ref quickly breaks it up getting to a 4-count. Sadistik walks away and calls Tyler to meet him i the center. As they do, they lock up once again and Tyler gets him into a headlock. Sadistik quickly moves towards the ropes and the ref breaks it up. Tyler walks backwards with his hands up, jawing at Sadistik. They meet again in the center, but Sadistik pushes him off. Tyler goes for another headlock, but Sadistik counters it, throwing him into the ropes. As Tyler bounces back, they immediately lock up again. Sadistik pushes him into the corner. Tyler switches it up on him, and then it's reversed again. Finally, the ref tells them to break it up.]
Wayne Inkster announces that Divion Sadistik the winner of this match by pinfall. Jack was impressed by the debut of Divion Sadistik. He's not too keen on the whole "Redeemer's" ideology, but thinks Sadistik has a place here in the wrestling business.
[Divion kneels in front of Tim Tyler raising his arms up and raising his head with his eyes closed. He visibly is talking to himself, praising Lady Earth for his victory. He looks back at Tim with a smirk and raises to his feet, leaving the ring at a casual pace. He walks up the ramp as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction.]
[The camera opens in a darkened studio where we see Eric Dillinger sitting with Louie Cwik. Eric sports a brand new t-shirt that reads Cauliflower Crew with the image of an inflamed ear as the centerpiece. He wears black basket ball shorts and a pair of blue Converse with no socks. Cwik, on the other hand, is dressed business casual with a button up shirt, no tie, slacks, and dress shoes.]
Louie Cwik - Eric, thank you for sitting down with me today.
Eric Dillinger - Hey, thank you. I’m the one who asked for this.
Louie Cwik - It’s my pleasure. I love getting to pick people’s brains from time to time.
Eric Dillinger - I could tell.
Louie Cwik - So you just had your first official MMA match which you won. How does it feel?
Eric Dillinger - Feels great. Never thought the fight would’ve gone as well as it did, but, hey, I guess all that training’s paid off.
Louie Cwik - Louie Cwik – Ah, yes, all the training by your team the Cauliflower Crew. Tell me, how did you come to assemble such a group?
Eric Dillinger - How’d I come by them? Each person I met at a different time in my life. The story between Mike Barr and I is nothing new. We met at a Dropkick Murphy's show in Boston on St. Paddy’s Day. I was there with Mike Kidd and we started chatting up this bouncer. He recognized us from the WTF pay per view we had there, Street Justice. From there he got us back stage because it turns out he’s Al Barr’s cousin. Y’know, the singer to Dropkick.
Louie Cwik - You were basically friends from the start, then?
Eric Dillinger - Mike and I, yea.
Louie Cwik - I guess we can’t say the same for someone else on your team?
Eric Dillinger - Eric Dillinger – Hell no. The longer haired guy, if you don’t remember him, is Andrew O’Reilly. Before the WTF folded he and I had a hell of a feud going on. You remember Audrie McLaughlin?
Louie Cwik - Yes.
Eric Dillinger - My protégé, right? Well, we had a falling out in the WTF. Andy was her boyfriend and the natural enemy of the two guys I was hanging out with. One of them was Aramis and the other was a guy you know pretty well.
Louie Cwik - Jordan Keyser?
Eric Dillinger - Yup. Even after I left my GM position for six months to come back as a wrestler the guy hated my guts.
Louie Cwik - I believe we have footage from one of those altercations.
Eric Dillinger - Really? I’d heard all footage was liquidated to ESN… Damn it. I forgot about that.
Louie Cwik - Something wrong?
Eric Dillinger - Nah, just a bitter taste in my mouth is all. Let’s roll the clip.
[We cut to a segment with a small logo in the right hand corner saying “WTF 2009” as Eric Dillinger is seen lounging in a steel folding chair with his feet up on a production table. What was once the US Title lay draped across his lap as his arms are crossed. He’s clearly in deep sleep as people are trying to work around him, many being careful enough not to wake him. Andrew O’Reilly, a man we now see in Eric’s Cauliflower Crew, steps into view and takes one long look at him. He clenches his fist and gets ready to swing… but doesn’t. Instead with one hand he knocks Eric’s feet off the table, waking him. Eric looks startled for a second, but smiles as he realizes who it is.]
Eric Dillinger- I’m sorry, Andy, is there something I can help you with?
Andrew O’Reilly- Don't call me that. It's Andrew O'Reilly.
Eric Dillinger - Fine, if you want to keep things so formal between us then, Mr. O’Reilly, what can I do you for?
Andrew O’Reilly - How about, number one; how you can show up on TV saying you're gonna pay tribute to Audrie? Two; when are you gonna f*ck us all over again by taking the GM job away from Jesse Kingery? And finally, my personal favorite, three; you're full of sh*t.
Eric Dillinger - Friend—
Andrew O’Reilly - I’m not your friend.
Eric Dillinger - Mr. O’Reilly, as far as the GM role goes that’s a road I’ve already traveled down. I’ve proven that I’m great at that job and I’ll only take it if the WTF needs saving again. I know you and Audrie were… are close, but she was my student. I’ll pay homage to her if I want to.
Andrew O’Reilly - Haven't you ruined her life enough already?
[The United States Champion presses on, ignoring the comment.]
Eric Dillinger - I’m only here to do what’s right by me. Right now that’s being the US Champion and fighting my damnedest to keep this title prestigious.
[The Emerald Hero rolls his eyes. Eric catches the reaction and sighs.]
Andrew O’Reilly - Riiiiiight. I've heard so many goddamn people say that over the past couple of years, it's lost it's touch.
Eric Dillinger - Well, Andr-
Andrew O’Reilly - Mr. O'Reilly was fine.
[Eric smirks.]
Eric Dillinger - Mr. O'Reilly. I stand by what I said. I'm simply here to carry this wonderful piece of gold-
[The Bastard Icon takes note of Andrew rolling his eyes again.]
Eric Dillinger -that I earned rightfully. I'm simply here to make it more prestigious. You liken me to a psycho like Aramis, and frankly, it's getting pretty old.
[Andrew takes a step forward, standing directly in front of Dillinger.]
Andrew O’Reilly - Now, I know this may be hard and all with one ear, but you listen up and listen good. I don't like you at all, Eric. I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. If you think for one-
[O'Reilly stops dead as Eric looks away at a crew member, shooting them a friendly smile. Andrew snaps his fingers in front of his face. Dillinger turns back with a frown.]
Andrew O’Reilly - Hello? Helloooooo, McFly! Look at me when I'm talking to you. If you think for one second that the slate is wiped clean after what you did to me last year. After what you did to Audrie--
Eric Dillinger - And I apologize. I was out of my head, and-
Andrew O’Reilly - Enough. I got enough of your bald-faced lies and rhetoric while you were GM.
Eric Dillinger - Then what do you say you get some more of them as a wrestler?
[The Emerald Hero lays on a vicious grin. He throws his arms out, ready for a fight.]
Andrew O’Reilly - Then let's go, Eric. You say you're such a badass, how about n-
Eric Dillinger - Not here. When the time is right. Maybe next Xtreme, the show after—
Andrew O’Reilly - Oh, I get it.
[He throws his arms down and leans forward, getting right into Eric's face with an ugly sneer.]
Andrew O’Reilly - The big dog is all bark and no bite, huh?
[Dillinger merely smirks.]
Eric Dillinger - Think what you want. I’m not ducking you by any means but throwing down the gauntlet. Maybe you should try for a second reign at this guy—
Andrew O’Reilly - Why the [bleep] not? I'll bring some class to the title.
[They both stare at each other. Eric smirking, Andrew sneering.]
Eric Dillinger - Say what… I’ll run this by the guys who make the decisions and maybe they’ll decide you’re worthy of a shot at this. Meanwhile, I find myself a partner and—
Andrew O’Reilly - Now I get it! Now you want me to up the ante and give you a Tag Team Title shot! Just what in the unholy hell are you planning Dillinger?
[Eric stops smirking immediately, giving the upstart from Boston a cold stare.]
Eric Dillinger - It’s just friendly competition, Mr. O’Reilly.
[Andrew returns the cold expression with a livid glare. He snarls through gritted teeth.]
Andrew O’Reilly – [bleep] you, Eric. There's not a goddamn thing friendly about you.
Eric Dillinger - Funny, everyone else around here seems to be happy and friendly to me. Maybe you're the problem.
[Eric turns away, waving him off.]
Eric Dillinger - See ya, Andy.
[O'Reilly stands there for a moment, then makes to walk away, turning his back to Eric. He stops.]
Andrew O’Reilly - Oh, one more thing Eric.
[The Bastard Icon looks up and is met with an echoing slap across the face! Eric leaps to his feet in wide-eyed fury, staring down the equally as livid Emerald Hero! All the stagehands and crew members in the back stare on with shock!]
Andrew O’Reilly - THAT, was for Audrie.
[The stare down continues for a few more moments, before Andrew grins and walks away. Eric stares after him, one hand rubbing his reddened face. He slowly begins to grin as well, before we cut back to the studio. We see Cwik and Dillinger in the studio again. Cwik looks surprised as he sits back in his chair and looks over at Dillinger who’s smirking.]
Louie Cwik - And how did you convince him to get on your training team? I mean, clearly the guy hated you.
Eric Dillinger - It was easy. As you know Audrie and I settled our differences and that opened the door for Andrew and I to let the past be the past. Besides, I got a way with people.
Louie Cwik - Ummm...
Eric Dillinger – I’m paying him to punch me in the face. Andrew was a Golden Gloves champion back in Boston before he was a pro wrestler so naturally I turned to him to teach me boxing. I learned the hard way that going toe-to-toe with him and Padre Nate ain’t the smartest way to go about your business.
Louie Cwik - Then it’s safe to say that when it comes to striking this man is your teacher.
Eric Dillinger - Bingo. I’m tired of being called a brawler like all I can do is throw wild punches, but that ain’t all me. D*ck face on the announce team downplayed me as a brawler when I’ve made it clear that I can grapple with the best of them. I figure If I can throw some educated fists then maybe I can change the way people think about me.
Louie Cwik - And how is your punching game going to have an effect on Jade? She’s a well accomplished martial artist--
Eric Dillinger - with experience in Judo, Tai Kwan Do, and Kung Fu. Those are all great disciplines, and I mean that, but in the clinch is where I intend to do the most damage. I’ll throw in a few knee strikes, but these hams right here are gonna be what do the most damage once I’m inside.
Louie Cwik - So a punching strategy is the route you’re going to take?
Eric Dillinger - Louie, when you say it like that you make it sound stupid. Not just in the clinch where I can land some hard punches, but on the mat as well. Jade is, what, 150 lbs? Her victories over guys twice her size in the past shows one thing and one thing only. Ryven, Umbrage, Lucky, and Keyser were bigger guys who allowed her to do what she does best and that was land those perfect kicks she’s so famous for. Almost every win has been a knock out and that tells me that these bigger guys didn’t use their size to their advantage. They stayed in range of those kicks and didn’t hit her hard enough where it mattered.
Louie Cwik - You’re sounding pretty confident, Eric.
Eric Dillinger - I call it like I see it. I’ve been rolling with Mike and sparring with Andrew long enough to realize kicks don’t mean much when you can’t land them. Call me what you want, but the truth of the matter is that I’m a wrestler who’s easily made the transition into MMA with the help of a great training team. I’m in better shape and I’m a whole hell of a lot smarter than all the other guys who’ve challenged for the strap, apparently.
Louie Cwik - There you have it from our number one contender for the Shoot Championship. Now we take you back ringside.
Divion Sadistik vs. Tim Tyler
Writer: Garvin[In the WMW Arena, Wayne Inkster stands in the center of the ring alongside Divion Sadistik. Referee Stephen Tyler tries to give Divion instruction, but he ignores him completely.]
Wayne Inkster announces the next contest. He introduces the first fighter: Divion Sadistik. He gets a mixed reaction. Jack talks about his history, and why Divion is here. Bill thinks its a bit outlandish to think that one man, and a group of followers, is going to take over the world. Now, what he should be focusing on isn't going after the world as a whole right off the bat. He should start small, like going after the crummy politicians in Cleveland. The only big city in the World that isn't actively developing on the lake front.
[Just then, "Oh Susanna" hits the PA and the crowd pops. Out rides Tim Tyler, solo, on the bicycle built for two. He rides to the ring.]
As Tim rides to the ring, Jack and Bill try to figure out what happened backstage. Was Jerry the Clown behind the accident backstage? Was he trying to take out Tim Tyler? If he was, he was very close. Bill agrees, and says that Tim will have to shake it off and focus on this match if he plans on getting further in the Heartlands tournament.
[Tim Tyler enters the ring and listens to the crowd cheering. He turns to look at Divion and waits for the ref's sign. The ref calls for the bell and the match has begun. Tyler walks to the center of the ring and meets up with Divion. Divion just smirks at him, but doesn't go for any type of move. Tyler goes for a lockup, but Sadistik moves out of the way. Tyler turns to counter any type of move, but Sadistik slowly stalks him from a distance. Tyler tries for another lockup, but again, Sadistik avoids it. The ref urges them to begin, so they do. Tyler and Sadistik meet up in the center with a lockup. Sadistik powers him into the corner and the ref quickly breaks it up getting to a 4-count. Sadistik walks away and calls Tyler to meet him i the center. As they do, they lock up once again and Tyler gets him into a headlock. Sadistik quickly moves towards the ropes and the ref breaks it up. Tyler walks backwards with his hands up, jawing at Sadistik. They meet again in the center, but Sadistik pushes him off. Tyler goes for another headlock, but Sadistik counters it, throwing him into the ropes. As Tyler bounces back, they immediately lock up again. Sadistik pushes him into the corner. Tyler switches it up on him, and then it's reversed again. Finally, the ref tells them to break it up.]
Jack says that Sadistik is trying to size up his first opponent here in WMW. Not doing anything aggressive. Lots of counters, trying to make Tim make the first moves. Bill says this is a smart approach, as you usually see guys come in and try and start with a spark, and that rarely happens, and if it does, it rarely lasts.
[They circle each other once again in the ring. They lock up once again, and Tim sends him back into the ropes. The ref starts another 5-count, gets to 3 and Tim lets go. He takes a few steps back, and Sadistik pounces towards him, locking him in a headlock. He wrenches a few times before Tim sends him into the ropes. As Sadistik bounces back, they collide, with Tim getting the majority of the shoulder block. He falls to the mat. Sadistik quickly hits the ropes and as he bounces back, Tim dives at his feet, causing him to jump over. Sadistik continues running and bounces off the ropes again. Tim goes for a hiptoss, but it's countered with a vicious forearm to the chest, followed by a swinging neckbreaker. He goes for the pin, but only gets a 1-count. They both get back to their feet, and Sadistik rams a boot into his chest. He lands a right hand that sends Tyler stumbling into the corner. As he hits the corner, he darts back out hitting Sadistik with a chop. And another one, but Sadistik rakes him in the eyes. He hits a snapmare, and then uses a double foot stomp on his face, dragging his boots down the sides of his heads. Tyler quickly gets into a seated position, holding his face. Sadistik locks on a rear chin lock.]
Bill compliments Sadistik's poise in the ring. He says that Sadistik saw what type of offense Tim was bringing and has completely taken over this match. Jack says that it's obvious Tim is not focused on this match. He keeps looking over his shoulder, expecting to be attacked at any moment. Bill says that he should feel like he's going to be attacked: because he's in a wrestling ring with a man who wants to pin him or make him submit.
[As Tim fights back to his feet, he lands an elbow to Sadistik's midsection. Sadistik takes a few steps back and Tim lands a boot to the midsection. He gets him into a facelock and goes for a DDT, but Sadistik blocks it and pushes out of it. Sadistik charges with a clothesline, but Tim takes him down with a big boot. Then, the lights flicker. Tim hesitates as he looks around. Sadistik stands up, and as Tim turns back to keep the advantage, Sadistik jumps into the air, grabs him by the head and hits a modified DDT. He goes for the pin and gets the 3. The ref calls for the bell. The match is over.]
[They circle each other once again in the ring. They lock up once again, and Tim sends him back into the ropes. The ref starts another 5-count, gets to 3 and Tim lets go. He takes a few steps back, and Sadistik pounces towards him, locking him in a headlock. He wrenches a few times before Tim sends him into the ropes. As Sadistik bounces back, they collide, with Tim getting the majority of the shoulder block. He falls to the mat. Sadistik quickly hits the ropes and as he bounces back, Tim dives at his feet, causing him to jump over. Sadistik continues running and bounces off the ropes again. Tim goes for a hiptoss, but it's countered with a vicious forearm to the chest, followed by a swinging neckbreaker. He goes for the pin, but only gets a 1-count. They both get back to their feet, and Sadistik rams a boot into his chest. He lands a right hand that sends Tyler stumbling into the corner. As he hits the corner, he darts back out hitting Sadistik with a chop. And another one, but Sadistik rakes him in the eyes. He hits a snapmare, and then uses a double foot stomp on his face, dragging his boots down the sides of his heads. Tyler quickly gets into a seated position, holding his face. Sadistik locks on a rear chin lock.]
Bill compliments Sadistik's poise in the ring. He says that Sadistik saw what type of offense Tim was bringing and has completely taken over this match. Jack says that it's obvious Tim is not focused on this match. He keeps looking over his shoulder, expecting to be attacked at any moment. Bill says that he should feel like he's going to be attacked: because he's in a wrestling ring with a man who wants to pin him or make him submit.
[As Tim fights back to his feet, he lands an elbow to Sadistik's midsection. Sadistik takes a few steps back and Tim lands a boot to the midsection. He gets him into a facelock and goes for a DDT, but Sadistik blocks it and pushes out of it. Sadistik charges with a clothesline, but Tim takes him down with a big boot. Then, the lights flicker. Tim hesitates as he looks around. Sadistik stands up, and as Tim turns back to keep the advantage, Sadistik jumps into the air, grabs him by the head and hits a modified DDT. He goes for the pin and gets the 3. The ref calls for the bell. The match is over.]
Wayne Inkster announces that Divion Sadistik the winner of this match by pinfall. Jack was impressed by the debut of Divion Sadistik. He's not too keen on the whole "Redeemer's" ideology, but thinks Sadistik has a place here in the wrestling business.
[Divion kneels in front of Tim Tyler raising his arms up and raising his head with his eyes closed. He visibly is talking to himself, praising Lady Earth for his victory. He looks back at Tim with a smirk and raises to his feet, leaving the ring at a casual pace. He walks up the ramp as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction.]
After Match Happenings
Writer: Garvin
[As Divion walks out of the arena, the lights flicker, and the shut off.]
Jack Gene - What? The lights! Oh, no! Tim is alone in the ring.
[And, then the lights turn back on. Tim stands in the ring, ready to defend himself. But, he's standing across the ring from a very well-dressed "bell-hop" type who has a black messenger bag on his shoulder and a microphone.]
Bellhop Type - Telegram for Mister Tyler.
[Tim looks around, confused of what's happening.]
Bellhop Type - Are you Mister Tyler, sir?
[Tim nods. The bellhop type smiles and reaches into his inside vest pocket and pulls out the telegram.]
Bellhop Type - Mister Tyler. Stop. There seems to be a misunderstanding with the intentions of our last communication. Stop. Apparently, you think that I'm the one behind the attack of Shank, Handlebeards McGee and Lumberjack. Stop. But, I assure you, Mister Tyler, that I am sincerely saddened for what happened to them. Stop. Well, as sad as a clown can be, of course. Stop. You might even say that you see the tears of a clown. Stop. So, please, take these as a sign of my respect for you. Stop. Your friend, Jerry the Clown. Stop.
[Tim looks around , gritting his teeth. The bellhop looks up and smiles. He then raises a finger, as if just remembering something.]
Bellhop Type - It came with these, Mister Tyler.
[Just then, he reaches into a bag on his shoulder and pulls out a bouquet of flowers. He hands them to Tim.]
Bellhop Type - Have a nice day, Mister Tyler.
[With that, he leaves. Tim looks at the bouquet and looks around. He shakes his head and begins to walk back towards the edge of the ring. He stops and looks at the flowers and drops them suddenly.]
Jack Gene - My god! It's a snake! There was a snake in the flowers!
[Tim slides out of the ring looking worriedly at the snake. The scene fades.]
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Introducing Andrew O'Reilly
Writer: Eric
[The camera opens in a darkened studio where we see Eric Dillinger sitting with Louie Cwik. Eric sports a brand new t-shirt that reads Cauliflower Crew with the image of an inflamed ear as the centerpiece. He wears black basket ball shorts and a pair of blue Converse with no socks. Cwik, on the other hand, is dressed business casual with a button up shirt, no tie, slacks, and dress shoes.]
Louie Cwik - Eric, thank you for sitting down with me today.
Eric Dillinger - Hey, thank you. I’m the one who asked for this.
Louie Cwik - It’s my pleasure. I love getting to pick people’s brains from time to time.
Eric Dillinger - I could tell.
Louie Cwik - So you just had your first official MMA match which you won. How does it feel?
Eric Dillinger - Feels great. Never thought the fight would’ve gone as well as it did, but, hey, I guess all that training’s paid off.
Louie Cwik - Louie Cwik – Ah, yes, all the training by your team the Cauliflower Crew. Tell me, how did you come to assemble such a group?
Eric Dillinger - How’d I come by them? Each person I met at a different time in my life. The story between Mike Barr and I is nothing new. We met at a Dropkick Murphy's show in Boston on St. Paddy’s Day. I was there with Mike Kidd and we started chatting up this bouncer. He recognized us from the WTF pay per view we had there, Street Justice. From there he got us back stage because it turns out he’s Al Barr’s cousin. Y’know, the singer to Dropkick.
Louie Cwik - You were basically friends from the start, then?
Eric Dillinger - Mike and I, yea.
Louie Cwik - I guess we can’t say the same for someone else on your team?
Eric Dillinger - Eric Dillinger – Hell no. The longer haired guy, if you don’t remember him, is Andrew O’Reilly. Before the WTF folded he and I had a hell of a feud going on. You remember Audrie McLaughlin?
Louie Cwik - Yes.
Eric Dillinger - My protégé, right? Well, we had a falling out in the WTF. Andy was her boyfriend and the natural enemy of the two guys I was hanging out with. One of them was Aramis and the other was a guy you know pretty well.
Louie Cwik - Jordan Keyser?
Eric Dillinger - Yup. Even after I left my GM position for six months to come back as a wrestler the guy hated my guts.
Louie Cwik - I believe we have footage from one of those altercations.
Eric Dillinger - Really? I’d heard all footage was liquidated to ESN… Damn it. I forgot about that.
Louie Cwik - Something wrong?
Eric Dillinger - Nah, just a bitter taste in my mouth is all. Let’s roll the clip.
[We cut to a segment with a small logo in the right hand corner saying “WTF 2009” as Eric Dillinger is seen lounging in a steel folding chair with his feet up on a production table. What was once the US Title lay draped across his lap as his arms are crossed. He’s clearly in deep sleep as people are trying to work around him, many being careful enough not to wake him. Andrew O’Reilly, a man we now see in Eric’s Cauliflower Crew, steps into view and takes one long look at him. He clenches his fist and gets ready to swing… but doesn’t. Instead with one hand he knocks Eric’s feet off the table, waking him. Eric looks startled for a second, but smiles as he realizes who it is.]
Eric Dillinger- I’m sorry, Andy, is there something I can help you with?
Andrew O’Reilly- Don't call me that. It's Andrew O'Reilly.
Eric Dillinger - Fine, if you want to keep things so formal between us then, Mr. O’Reilly, what can I do you for?
Andrew O’Reilly - How about, number one; how you can show up on TV saying you're gonna pay tribute to Audrie? Two; when are you gonna f*ck us all over again by taking the GM job away from Jesse Kingery? And finally, my personal favorite, three; you're full of sh*t.
Eric Dillinger - Friend—
Andrew O’Reilly - I’m not your friend.
Eric Dillinger - Mr. O’Reilly, as far as the GM role goes that’s a road I’ve already traveled down. I’ve proven that I’m great at that job and I’ll only take it if the WTF needs saving again. I know you and Audrie were… are close, but she was my student. I’ll pay homage to her if I want to.
Andrew O’Reilly - Haven't you ruined her life enough already?
[The United States Champion presses on, ignoring the comment.]
Eric Dillinger - I’m only here to do what’s right by me. Right now that’s being the US Champion and fighting my damnedest to keep this title prestigious.
[The Emerald Hero rolls his eyes. Eric catches the reaction and sighs.]
Andrew O’Reilly - Riiiiiight. I've heard so many goddamn people say that over the past couple of years, it's lost it's touch.
Eric Dillinger - Well, Andr-
Andrew O’Reilly - Mr. O'Reilly was fine.
[Eric smirks.]
Eric Dillinger - Mr. O'Reilly. I stand by what I said. I'm simply here to carry this wonderful piece of gold-
[The Bastard Icon takes note of Andrew rolling his eyes again.]
Eric Dillinger -that I earned rightfully. I'm simply here to make it more prestigious. You liken me to a psycho like Aramis, and frankly, it's getting pretty old.
[Andrew takes a step forward, standing directly in front of Dillinger.]
Andrew O’Reilly - Now, I know this may be hard and all with one ear, but you listen up and listen good. I don't like you at all, Eric. I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. If you think for one-
[O'Reilly stops dead as Eric looks away at a crew member, shooting them a friendly smile. Andrew snaps his fingers in front of his face. Dillinger turns back with a frown.]
Andrew O’Reilly - Hello? Helloooooo, McFly! Look at me when I'm talking to you. If you think for one second that the slate is wiped clean after what you did to me last year. After what you did to Audrie--
Eric Dillinger - And I apologize. I was out of my head, and-
Andrew O’Reilly - Enough. I got enough of your bald-faced lies and rhetoric while you were GM.
Eric Dillinger - Then what do you say you get some more of them as a wrestler?
[The Emerald Hero lays on a vicious grin. He throws his arms out, ready for a fight.]
Andrew O’Reilly - Then let's go, Eric. You say you're such a badass, how about n-
Eric Dillinger - Not here. When the time is right. Maybe next Xtreme, the show after—
Andrew O’Reilly - Oh, I get it.
[He throws his arms down and leans forward, getting right into Eric's face with an ugly sneer.]
Andrew O’Reilly - The big dog is all bark and no bite, huh?
[Dillinger merely smirks.]
Eric Dillinger - Think what you want. I’m not ducking you by any means but throwing down the gauntlet. Maybe you should try for a second reign at this guy—
Andrew O’Reilly - Why the [bleep] not? I'll bring some class to the title.
[They both stare at each other. Eric smirking, Andrew sneering.]
Eric Dillinger - Say what… I’ll run this by the guys who make the decisions and maybe they’ll decide you’re worthy of a shot at this. Meanwhile, I find myself a partner and—
Andrew O’Reilly - Now I get it! Now you want me to up the ante and give you a Tag Team Title shot! Just what in the unholy hell are you planning Dillinger?
[Eric stops smirking immediately, giving the upstart from Boston a cold stare.]
Eric Dillinger - It’s just friendly competition, Mr. O’Reilly.
[Andrew returns the cold expression with a livid glare. He snarls through gritted teeth.]
Andrew O’Reilly – [bleep] you, Eric. There's not a goddamn thing friendly about you.
Eric Dillinger - Funny, everyone else around here seems to be happy and friendly to me. Maybe you're the problem.
[Eric turns away, waving him off.]
Eric Dillinger - See ya, Andy.
[O'Reilly stands there for a moment, then makes to walk away, turning his back to Eric. He stops.]
Andrew O’Reilly - Oh, one more thing Eric.
[The Bastard Icon looks up and is met with an echoing slap across the face! Eric leaps to his feet in wide-eyed fury, staring down the equally as livid Emerald Hero! All the stagehands and crew members in the back stare on with shock!]
Andrew O’Reilly - THAT, was for Audrie.
[The stare down continues for a few more moments, before Andrew grins and walks away. Eric stares after him, one hand rubbing his reddened face. He slowly begins to grin as well, before we cut back to the studio. We see Cwik and Dillinger in the studio again. Cwik looks surprised as he sits back in his chair and looks over at Dillinger who’s smirking.]
Louie Cwik - And how did you convince him to get on your training team? I mean, clearly the guy hated you.
Eric Dillinger - It was easy. As you know Audrie and I settled our differences and that opened the door for Andrew and I to let the past be the past. Besides, I got a way with people.
Louie Cwik - Ummm...
Eric Dillinger – I’m paying him to punch me in the face. Andrew was a Golden Gloves champion back in Boston before he was a pro wrestler so naturally I turned to him to teach me boxing. I learned the hard way that going toe-to-toe with him and Padre Nate ain’t the smartest way to go about your business.
Louie Cwik - Then it’s safe to say that when it comes to striking this man is your teacher.
Eric Dillinger - Bingo. I’m tired of being called a brawler like all I can do is throw wild punches, but that ain’t all me. D*ck face on the announce team downplayed me as a brawler when I’ve made it clear that I can grapple with the best of them. I figure If I can throw some educated fists then maybe I can change the way people think about me.
Louie Cwik - And how is your punching game going to have an effect on Jade? She’s a well accomplished martial artist--
Eric Dillinger - with experience in Judo, Tai Kwan Do, and Kung Fu. Those are all great disciplines, and I mean that, but in the clinch is where I intend to do the most damage. I’ll throw in a few knee strikes, but these hams right here are gonna be what do the most damage once I’m inside.
Louie Cwik - So a punching strategy is the route you’re going to take?
Eric Dillinger - Louie, when you say it like that you make it sound stupid. Not just in the clinch where I can land some hard punches, but on the mat as well. Jade is, what, 150 lbs? Her victories over guys twice her size in the past shows one thing and one thing only. Ryven, Umbrage, Lucky, and Keyser were bigger guys who allowed her to do what she does best and that was land those perfect kicks she’s so famous for. Almost every win has been a knock out and that tells me that these bigger guys didn’t use their size to their advantage. They stayed in range of those kicks and didn’t hit her hard enough where it mattered.
Louie Cwik - You’re sounding pretty confident, Eric.
Eric Dillinger - I call it like I see it. I’ve been rolling with Mike and sparring with Andrew long enough to realize kicks don’t mean much when you can’t land them. Call me what you want, but the truth of the matter is that I’m a wrestler who’s easily made the transition into MMA with the help of a great training team. I’m in better shape and I’m a whole hell of a lot smarter than all the other guys who’ve challenged for the strap, apparently.
Louie Cwik - There you have it from our number one contender for the Shoot Championship. Now we take you back ringside.
Eric Dillinger – Wait, can I just say one thing?
Louie Cwik - Sure, Eric. This is your time.
[The camera focuses solely on Eric. Only now do we get a good look at a healing black eye on his face and the devious grin that the Bastard Icon has been known to show in the past.]
Eric Dillinger - Jade, I give you all the respect in the world. I understand that you ain’t the type of person to be taken likely, but understand this. Take me lightly and it’s going to be lights out. I guarantee you, love.
[Cut back to ringside]
Louie Cwik - Sure, Eric. This is your time.
[The camera focuses solely on Eric. Only now do we get a good look at a healing black eye on his face and the devious grin that the Bastard Icon has been known to show in the past.]
Eric Dillinger - Jade, I give you all the respect in the world. I understand that you ain’t the type of person to be taken likely, but understand this. Take me lightly and it’s going to be lights out. I guarantee you, love.
[Cut back to ringside]
My Word Is Law
Writer: Brian
[Darkness falls over the arena.]
[A voice is heard over the speaker system.]
There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part; you can’t even passively take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop.
[And immediately after the words stop, the pulsing beat of “Wretches and Kings” by Linkin Park starts, with several red and blue spotlights strobing as they point at the entranceway. Upon the first symbol crashing, a hooded figure appears at the entrance, head down and microphone in his right hand. His long, unbuttoned trench allows us to get a glance of his chiseled upper-body physique and a tattooed Old English letter “X” across his heart.]
[His legs, covered in dark purple tights with white trim on the waist, move slowly down the aisle, carrying the rest of Da Man with him as he makes his way slowly to the ring. Once at the ring, he rolls under the bottom rope, springing quickly to his feet as the hood falls off of his head and the trench coat flows behind him. The boos begin to reign down as the blue eyes and bleach-blond flattop of Xavier Langston reveals itself. After absorbing the hatred for a moment, he makes a cutting motion with his free hand, which causes the music to fade out.]
[The boos, however, do not.]
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jack Gene - Well, it looks like Xavier Langston has something to say, but I don’t think the crowd is interested in hearing it.
Xavier Langston - I can wait here all day.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
[Finally, the boos die down enough for Xavier to speak.]
Xavier Langston - About one month ago, on Graveyard Shift, I had what ya might call a life-changin’ event.
As I sat in the back on da doctor’s table, tryin’ ta stop my ears from ringin’, I came to a realization.
Nathan is a [bleep].
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Xavier Langston - I know y’all know what match I’m talkin’ bout. Langston an’ Kilik versus Da Inquisition. An’ whatcha had there was three people dat got they asses kicked two weeks prior...an’ Black Friar. Now apparently I can’t get my takeback on Damien Knight’s punk-ass ‘cause he’s nowhere to be found. That careless (no audio) caused this problem I been havin’, but whatever. If he eva comes back, I’ll drop his ass like a bad habit.
But my biggest problem ain’t with da Emm Ooh Dee. Nah, it’s with you, Nate.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Xavier Langston - Go back into yo’ minds and think ‘bout dat tag match between Nate, Kilik, Friar, an’ I. Nah, better yet, we gots a big-ass screen, let’s put it up there.
[And with that, the footage of the match Xavier is referring to runs. We’re near the end of the match, where Xavier and Nathan are in the ring together. Voiced over is a commentary from earlier in the match that the commentators can see in Xavier’s eyes that he isn’t right. Nathan lands three punches to the face of Xavier, which cause him to keel over in pain.]
Xavier Langston - Stop, right dere.
[The frame freezes.]
Xavier Langston - Now, even da mos’ dumbass of fans can understand dat I ain’t myself in dis match. (No Audio), man, look at me. Aside from one Voodoo Plunge, I been dominant here. Ain’t no one here can throw a punch dat I cain’t take. But dere I am, slumped over from some head problems. Now, I know y’all ain’t too bright...
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Xavier Langston - But jus’ ta let ya know, a trained wrestler can tell what dey need to beat deir opponent. I know if I gotta kick ya, drop an’ elbow, or drop da Firs’ Rule to pin ya. Nathan knew dat all he needed was ta roll me up somehow…small package, inside cradle, sunset flip, any o’ dat woulda pinned me. So what did dis jerk do instead? Roll it.
[Back to the moving footage. Nathan picks up Xavier, and nails him with The Price of Sin to the head. Cover, three count, match.]
Xavier Langston - He had da balls ta try an’ end my career. He chose ta hit me wit’ dat knee...dat deadly-ass knee dat has broken harda men in da pas’, right in da head, when I know he could look into my eyes an’ know dat he didn’t need it dat day. In makin’ dat choice, he took a month o’ my life an’ livelihood away from me. An’ now...now I’m gon’ take from him. It started las’ week, wit’ dat Tag Title match. I took his tag title shot, an’ I lit it up like a joint an’ burned it away. But dat’s jus’ da start. I’mma break Father Nathan down ‘til he ain’t got nothin’ lef’ but his white collar. Cause I AM “DA MAN!”
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Xavier Langston - ...AN MY WILL...IS...LAW!
Wayne Inkster announces the next contest. He introduces the first fighter, who stands in the ring: Xavier Langston. Jack talks about how Langston returned last week by attacking Father Nathan during the MTL Championship match. Jack says that there are many people who have suggested that if Langston hadn't gotten injured, the ASC would be around his waist. Bill says that there hasn't been any real challenges for Nathan. Some close ones, but no one took Nathan to the limit. Langston could, though, and he thinks it's great to see him back, because - that means Nathan's reign will be going away soon.
[Just then, El Oso's music hits and he makes his way to the ring getting a chorus of cheers.]
Inkster introduces his opponent, El Oso. He gets a huge pop. Jack notes that this is the first time El Oso has been in a WMW ring in a few months, as El Oso has been dealing with some knee issues. Bill says that El Oso's one advantage in just about every match he's in is his speed. The way he moves around the ring, it's not matched by anyone here in WMW. Jack agrees.
[As El Oso hits the ring, Langston charges him and quickly takes him off of his feet with a forearm. Langston goes to pick him up, but El Oso jumps up and takes him over with an arm drag. And another. Langston kips up as El Oso charges towards him and ducks under a clothesline. As El Oso turns around, he's taken down with an arm drag, followed by another. He kips up. The crowd cheers as both men stand up and stare at one another across the ring. They shake it off and quickly lock up, but Langston drives a knee into his midsection and locks him into a headlock and takes him down to a knee.]
Wayne Inkster announces Xavier Langston as the winner of this match by pinfall. Xavier quickly grabs the mic from Inkster and tells "Nathan" that it's only a matter of time before he gets his shot at him, and what he did to El Oso just now is exactly what "Nathan" has to look forward to.
[Langston pushes the mic back into Inkster's chest before exiting the ring. He walks up the ramp as the crowd boos him.]
[A voice is heard over the speaker system.]
There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part; you can’t even passively take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop.
[And immediately after the words stop, the pulsing beat of “Wretches and Kings” by Linkin Park starts, with several red and blue spotlights strobing as they point at the entranceway. Upon the first symbol crashing, a hooded figure appears at the entrance, head down and microphone in his right hand. His long, unbuttoned trench allows us to get a glance of his chiseled upper-body physique and a tattooed Old English letter “X” across his heart.]
[His legs, covered in dark purple tights with white trim on the waist, move slowly down the aisle, carrying the rest of Da Man with him as he makes his way slowly to the ring. Once at the ring, he rolls under the bottom rope, springing quickly to his feet as the hood falls off of his head and the trench coat flows behind him. The boos begin to reign down as the blue eyes and bleach-blond flattop of Xavier Langston reveals itself. After absorbing the hatred for a moment, he makes a cutting motion with his free hand, which causes the music to fade out.]
[The boos, however, do not.]
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jack Gene - Well, it looks like Xavier Langston has something to say, but I don’t think the crowd is interested in hearing it.
Xavier Langston - I can wait here all day.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
[Finally, the boos die down enough for Xavier to speak.]
Xavier Langston - About one month ago, on Graveyard Shift, I had what ya might call a life-changin’ event.
As I sat in the back on da doctor’s table, tryin’ ta stop my ears from ringin’, I came to a realization.
Nathan is a [bleep].
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Xavier Langston - I know y’all know what match I’m talkin’ bout. Langston an’ Kilik versus Da Inquisition. An’ whatcha had there was three people dat got they asses kicked two weeks prior...an’ Black Friar. Now apparently I can’t get my takeback on Damien Knight’s punk-ass ‘cause he’s nowhere to be found. That careless (no audio) caused this problem I been havin’, but whatever. If he eva comes back, I’ll drop his ass like a bad habit.
But my biggest problem ain’t with da Emm Ooh Dee. Nah, it’s with you, Nate.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Xavier Langston - Go back into yo’ minds and think ‘bout dat tag match between Nate, Kilik, Friar, an’ I. Nah, better yet, we gots a big-ass screen, let’s put it up there.
[And with that, the footage of the match Xavier is referring to runs. We’re near the end of the match, where Xavier and Nathan are in the ring together. Voiced over is a commentary from earlier in the match that the commentators can see in Xavier’s eyes that he isn’t right. Nathan lands three punches to the face of Xavier, which cause him to keel over in pain.]
Xavier Langston - Stop, right dere.
[The frame freezes.]
Xavier Langston - Now, even da mos’ dumbass of fans can understand dat I ain’t myself in dis match. (No Audio), man, look at me. Aside from one Voodoo Plunge, I been dominant here. Ain’t no one here can throw a punch dat I cain’t take. But dere I am, slumped over from some head problems. Now, I know y’all ain’t too bright...
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Xavier Langston - But jus’ ta let ya know, a trained wrestler can tell what dey need to beat deir opponent. I know if I gotta kick ya, drop an’ elbow, or drop da Firs’ Rule to pin ya. Nathan knew dat all he needed was ta roll me up somehow…small package, inside cradle, sunset flip, any o’ dat woulda pinned me. So what did dis jerk do instead? Roll it.
[Back to the moving footage. Nathan picks up Xavier, and nails him with The Price of Sin to the head. Cover, three count, match.]
Xavier Langston - He had da balls ta try an’ end my career. He chose ta hit me wit’ dat knee...dat deadly-ass knee dat has broken harda men in da pas’, right in da head, when I know he could look into my eyes an’ know dat he didn’t need it dat day. In makin’ dat choice, he took a month o’ my life an’ livelihood away from me. An’ now...now I’m gon’ take from him. It started las’ week, wit’ dat Tag Title match. I took his tag title shot, an’ I lit it up like a joint an’ burned it away. But dat’s jus’ da start. I’mma break Father Nathan down ‘til he ain’t got nothin’ lef’ but his white collar. Cause I AM “DA MAN!”
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Xavier Langston - ...AN MY WILL...IS...LAW!
Xavier Langston vs. El Oso
Writer: Garvin
[With that, Wayne Inkster enters the ring.]
Wayne Inkster announces the next contest. He introduces the first fighter, who stands in the ring: Xavier Langston. Jack talks about how Langston returned last week by attacking Father Nathan during the MTL Championship match. Jack says that there are many people who have suggested that if Langston hadn't gotten injured, the ASC would be around his waist. Bill says that there hasn't been any real challenges for Nathan. Some close ones, but no one took Nathan to the limit. Langston could, though, and he thinks it's great to see him back, because - that means Nathan's reign will be going away soon.
[Just then, El Oso's music hits and he makes his way to the ring getting a chorus of cheers.]
Inkster introduces his opponent, El Oso. He gets a huge pop. Jack notes that this is the first time El Oso has been in a WMW ring in a few months, as El Oso has been dealing with some knee issues. Bill says that El Oso's one advantage in just about every match he's in is his speed. The way he moves around the ring, it's not matched by anyone here in WMW. Jack agrees.
[As El Oso hits the ring, Langston charges him and quickly takes him off of his feet with a forearm. Langston goes to pick him up, but El Oso jumps up and takes him over with an arm drag. And another. Langston kips up as El Oso charges towards him and ducks under a clothesline. As El Oso turns around, he's taken down with an arm drag, followed by another. He kips up. The crowd cheers as both men stand up and stare at one another across the ring. They shake it off and quickly lock up, but Langston drives a knee into his midsection and locks him into a headlock and takes him down to a knee.]
Bill talks up Langston. Saying how the fans must have forgotten just how fast and just how good Langston was in the ring. He might not be as fast as El Oso, but he's got the strength to overcome. He can keep up with El Oso, and that is not good. At least for El Oso.
[Langston pulls El Oso back up. He whips him into the ropes, but El Oso reverses it, sending Langston across the ring. He bounces off the ropes and Langston takes him down with a shoulder block. Langston hits the ropes again. He bounces off and El Oso jumps over him. Langston hits the ropes again and El Oso takes him down with a jumping leg lariat. He quickly gets back to his feet. Langston gets up to one knee, holding his chin. El Oso bounces off the ropes and charges, but Langston goes a shoulder lift. El Oso jumps over it and goes for a sunset flip pin. He gets less then a one count, before Langston gets back to his feet and hits him with a Yakuza Kick out of nowhere. He goes for a pin, but only gets 2 before locking on a arm-chin lock.]
Jack says that El Oso is appearing to be a bit slower than last time around. Maybe the knee injury did take him out of his game. Bill declines to accept the idea, as it would mean that Langston isn't responsible for being the quality fighter he is, and that's just not the case. Langston is controlling this match, because he can and he should.
[El Oso fights to his feet. He lands some stiff elbows and then a legsweep causing Langston to fall backwards. Langston pops back up holding the back of his head and is met with a chop, and then another. He goes for an Irish whip, but Langston counters sending him in the corner. As El Oso hits the corner, he jumps up and springboards off hitting him with a moonsault. He goes for the pin and gets a two count. El Oso quickly gets back to his feet, as does Langston. Langston turns and launches a right hand, but El Oso dodges it. He boots Langston in the midsection and gets him into a standing legscissors. He tries for a powerbomb, but Langston struggles free of it. El Oso goes for a clotheslines, but Langston ducks underneath it and catches Oso's arm onto his shoulder. He lifts him up and falls backwards, slamming El Oso into the mat with "The First Rule". He goes for the pin, but pulls up El Oso before the 3 count.]
[Langston pulls El Oso back up. He whips him into the ropes, but El Oso reverses it, sending Langston across the ring. He bounces off the ropes and Langston takes him down with a shoulder block. Langston hits the ropes again. He bounces off and El Oso jumps over him. Langston hits the ropes again and El Oso takes him down with a jumping leg lariat. He quickly gets back to his feet. Langston gets up to one knee, holding his chin. El Oso bounces off the ropes and charges, but Langston goes a shoulder lift. El Oso jumps over it and goes for a sunset flip pin. He gets less then a one count, before Langston gets back to his feet and hits him with a Yakuza Kick out of nowhere. He goes for a pin, but only gets 2 before locking on a arm-chin lock.]
Jack says that El Oso is appearing to be a bit slower than last time around. Maybe the knee injury did take him out of his game. Bill declines to accept the idea, as it would mean that Langston isn't responsible for being the quality fighter he is, and that's just not the case. Langston is controlling this match, because he can and he should.
[El Oso fights to his feet. He lands some stiff elbows and then a legsweep causing Langston to fall backwards. Langston pops back up holding the back of his head and is met with a chop, and then another. He goes for an Irish whip, but Langston counters sending him in the corner. As El Oso hits the corner, he jumps up and springboards off hitting him with a moonsault. He goes for the pin and gets a two count. El Oso quickly gets back to his feet, as does Langston. Langston turns and launches a right hand, but El Oso dodges it. He boots Langston in the midsection and gets him into a standing legscissors. He tries for a powerbomb, but Langston struggles free of it. El Oso goes for a clotheslines, but Langston ducks underneath it and catches Oso's arm onto his shoulder. He lifts him up and falls backwards, slamming El Oso into the mat with "The First Rule". He goes for the pin, but pulls up El Oso before the 3 count.]
Jack can't believe that Langston didn't pin him. He hit him with his finisher, and pulled him up at the last moment. Bill says that he's obviously not done with him. Langston looks towards the camera outside the ring and starts barking at it, saying that what he's doing to El Oso is what he's going to do to "Nathan".
[Langston puts El Oso into a standing headscissor. He drags both thumbs across his throat before underhooking the arms and slams him down with a Tiger Driver '91. He makes an arrogant cover and gets the three count. This match is over.]
Wayne Inkster announces Xavier Langston as the winner of this match by pinfall. Xavier quickly grabs the mic from Inkster and tells "Nathan" that it's only a matter of time before he gets his shot at him, and what he did to El Oso just now is exactly what "Nathan" has to look forward to.
[Langston pushes the mic back into Inkster's chest before exiting the ring. He walks up the ramp as the crowd boos him.]
Bill calls this one of the most impressive wins he's seen from Xavier Langston, and touts him as the future Ace Superior Champion. Jack says that he doesn't know what he's asking for. Father Nathan is undefeated in singles competition as Champion, and it's unlikely to change if Father Nathan has anything to say about it.
[The ref checks El Oso out as the scene fades.]
Bob Wire Prepares For His Match
Writer: Garvin
[The shot opens up in the back to show Bob Wire staring at something off screen. He smiles.]
Bob Wire - Oh, I promise you, my beautiful zheena. We will get the title tonight. This is not a sinny. This is real. When the collocol rings, and the warble starts, the Championship will be around me tally. You and I will show the world, just how horrorshow we are.
[The camera pans back to show he is talking to his steel chair. He kisses it as the scene fades.]
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Boris Drago (c) vs. Bob Wire
Writer: Garvin[The shot opens up in the ring where Bob Wire and his chair, Wayne Inkster and referee John Law stand in the ring.]
Inkster announces the main event and says that the Heartlands Championship is on the line. He introduces the challenger first: Bob Wire. Bill says that he's got to give it to Wire, as Wire came out, took out both challenges and basically took over this Heartlands title shot. Whether or not it was a smart idea to openly challenge a man twice his size will be decided tonight. But, he's got balls and obviously a fire under him to get his career back on track.
[The crowd boos. Wire holds up his chair and then is immediately confronted by by the referee, who pulls it away from him. Wire argues, but the ref tosses the chair out of the ring. Then, Boris Drago's intro hits and ]
Inkster introduces the Champion: Boris Drago. Jack reiterates the fact that Boris is huge, and that this being his first title defense, it will be interesting to see how he fairs. It's a lot of pressure on him, considering he's still relatively new to the roster. He's only had a handful of matches, and not a lot of stiff competition. Bill notes that Dasha didn't come down to the ring with Boris, as she's out with a concussion from that chair shot last week.
[As Boris enters the ring, he walks up to Wire and holds up the title. Wire looks at it, then back at Boris. The ref gets in between them and takes the title from him. He displays it for the crowd and then to Wire. He hands the title to Inkster who leaves the ring, and then calls for the bell. Wire quickly charges the ring and tries to take Boris down with a waistlock takeover, but Boris blocks it. Wire hits him with a few forearm shots, but they have no apparent affect on the Champ. Boris turns and is hit with a chop, then a boot to the midsection, then a right hand. Boris grabs a hold of Wire by the head and pie-faces him down to the mat. Wire quickly pops back up and ducks under a clothesline, before dropping another boot to Boris' midsection. He lands a stiff right hand, one that causes Wire some discomfort. He shakes it off and delivers another boot, this time to the knee. He gets him in a headlock, but it's quickly broken out of, and Boris takes him down with a modified back body-drop throw. Wire pulls himself back up but is drilled with an open-handed chop to the chest. He stumbles into the corner, holding his chest.]
Jack notes while Wire is throwing everything he has at Boris, he doesn't seem to be doing much damage. Bill agrees that Boris looks unstoppable here. He has absorbed everything Wire has tried and is quickly taking the match over.
[Boris works on Wire in the corner with stomps and chokes. The ref continues to warn him to get out of the corner. Boris pulls him out and takes him down to the mat with a powerslam. He puts his foot on his chest for the pin, but Wire quickly rolls out of it. Wire pulls himself back up to his feet and gets booted in the face, which sends him into the ropes. Boris punches him in the midsection and forces him out of the ring. Wire hangs onto the ropes and lays on the apron. Boris pulls him up by the head and then grabs him by the throat, but Wire counters with a kick to the midsection. He then grabs Boris by the head and jumps off the apron, slingshotting him back in the ring. Wire slides back into the ring and mounts Boris, before landing rights and lefts. Some hit, some are blocked, but Boris manages to get out of the predicament. Boris tries to get back to his feet, but Wire kicks him in the side of the head causing him to fall back down to the mat. He then locks on a chinlock, digging his knee into the back of Boris' neck, pulling up on his back.]
[Boris works on Wire in the corner with stomps and chokes. The ref continues to warn him to get out of the corner. Boris pulls him out and takes him down to the mat with a powerslam. He puts his foot on his chest for the pin, but Wire quickly rolls out of it. Wire pulls himself back up to his feet and gets booted in the face, which sends him into the ropes. Boris punches him in the midsection and forces him out of the ring. Wire hangs onto the ropes and lays on the apron. Boris pulls him up by the head and then grabs him by the throat, but Wire counters with a kick to the midsection. He then grabs Boris by the head and jumps off the apron, slingshotting him back in the ring. Wire slides back into the ring and mounts Boris, before landing rights and lefts. Some hit, some are blocked, but Boris manages to get out of the predicament. Boris tries to get back to his feet, but Wire kicks him in the side of the head causing him to fall back down to the mat. He then locks on a chinlock, digging his knee into the back of Boris' neck, pulling up on his back.]
Jack is surprised that Wire was able to lock on this hold saying this could be the change of the match. Someone finally got Boris on the ground and is close to making him submit. Bill thinks a submission is unlikely, which is then proven to be true as Boris breaks out of the submission.
[Wire's grip is broken and quickly stays on the agression by driving a knee into Boris' head. Boris drives up to his feet but is knocked back into the ropes by Wire. Wire charges the ropes and clotheslines him over the top rope. He gets a big reaction from the crowd. Boris lands on his feet and begins to walk around the ring, trying to regain composure. Wire slides out of the ring and continues his attack on him. Law starts the 10-count. He lands a right hand. Boris pushes him away as he turns a corner. Wire grabs him and pushes him into the barrier. He lands a huge chop, but Boris quickly slams a knee into his midsection. He throws Wire to the side. Boris grabs the top rope and tries to pull himself up, but Wire slams a forearm into his back and brings him back down to the outside. He goes for an Irish whip into the steps, but Boris reverses it and tries for a short-arm clothesline, but Wire ducks it and gets behind him. Then, he lands a bulldog onto the outside floor. The ref reaches an 8-count before Wire slides in to break the count. He rolls back outside. Wire then reaches underneath the ring and pulls up a chair, which gets a huge reaction from the crowd. He throws it into the ring. The ref immediately grabs it and tosses it out the other side of the ring. He warns Wire. Wire smiles. Boris gets back to his knees holding his head.]
Jack can't understand why Wire would bring a chair into the mix. If he uses a chair, he'd be disqualified. Bill says that maybe Wire's focus isn't necessarily to take the title from Boris, but maybe it's to hurt Boris, something no one has done yet here in WMW. Bill remembers that a lot of times, Wire's focus has always been to do as much damage as possible. He references his feud with Lumberjack.
[Wire reaches back under the ring and pulls out a table. He slides it into the ring, which causes the ref to once again warn him that he will be disqualified. As the ref turns his focus to removing the table, Wire grabs his chair and slams it into the midsection of Boris. He then drives the chair into his head which causes Boris to fall backwards against the ring. Wire rolls him into the ring and goes for the pin. He gets a two count. He pulls Boris up and slams a right hand into his head, but Boris returns with a right hand of his own. He stumbles away holding his head as a cut is now visible to the crowd. He turns back to Wire and Wire charges and hits him with a boot to the midsection. He grabs him by the arm and drops him with a single-arm DDT. He makes the cover and gets the pin. This match is over.]
Inkster announces that Bob Wire has won the match and is the new Heartlands Champion. Jack can't believe it. He can't believe that Wire has defeated Boris. Bill says that the only reason it's even possible is because Wire used the chair on him. And even that didn't take him out. Wire still had to hit him with that DDT.
[Wire stands in the center of the ring holding the title. Boris comes back to and goes irate. He goes after Wire, but Wire escapes up the ramp. He collapses in the center of the ramp holding the title above his head. He brings it up to his face and smiles as he stares at it. He walks back to the ring and grabs his chair before walking back up the ramp. The crowd gives him a mixed reaction as Boris stands at the edge of the ring yelling at Wire. His forehead is covered with blood. The scene fades.]
Next Week on Fuel 39
Writer: Garvin
[The scene opens up in an ancient stone building to show a shadowed figure kneeling before an alter, a breeze blowing long dark hair.]
Voice Over - Months ago she faded from the public eye and a new day dawned for Wrestling Midwest, no longer afraid of the night. Now she returns to once again show her enemies the meaning of fear.
[The figure stands and as she turns the camera focuses on her face, showing the pale features of Amariie Maerthos smiling smugly as the scene starts to fade to black.]
Voice Over - Next week, The darkness returns.
[The shot changes to show Bob Wire, now, holding the Heartlands Championship and the Steel Chair.]
Voice Over - Bob Wire now reigns in the Heartlands. What does that mean for the future of the division now that "Hardcore" Bob Wire is their leader?
[The shot changes to show Xavier Langston and Father Nathan in action poses.]
Voice Over - Xavier Langston calls out the Ace Superior Champion. Will he finally respond?
[The shot flashes to show Kronin standing with the GLC around his waist.]
Voice Over - And Kronin remains without a challenger. Who will stand up to face the man that put AWS Man (also known as Bill) on the shelf?
...
Fuel 39, from WMW Arena in Cleveland, Ohio on October 15th, 2010.
[The scene fades.]
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