Graveyard Shift 109
Posted: February 18th, 2010 | Category: Televised Results | No Comments »
The Card:
Nothing Nice to Say
Matrix vs. The Analog Kid
Wone vs Eric Dillinger
Jordan Keyser vs. Hecate (c)
Midwest Tag League Tournament 3
The Misfit Ninjas vs. The Zepple Brothers (dark)
AWS Man & Adam Pyre vs. Gras-Dawg & Mo’ Bad
The Hardcore Icons vs. Revolution
Graveyard Shift 109 - February 18th, 2010 - WMW Arena in Cleveland, Ohio
Matrix Arrives in Cleveland
[The scene shifts into the backstage area of the WMW Arena, where one of the smaller locker rooms are being used. Inside is a man with long black hair, wearing a black WMW shirt. Further inspection shows it's Scotty Kames, who is unpacking a duffel bag. A knock comes at the open door and someone enters.]
Matrix - Yea? Who the hell are you?
[The angle of the camera moves to reveal the General Manager, Sault St. Marie.]
Sault St. Marie - Mr. Kames. It's great to finally meet you. I just wanted to come introduce myself to you before your match, tonight. I'm the General Manager here in WMW.
[He offers his handshake out as a sign of good faith. Matrix remains skeptical and just looks at it before he resumes the conversation.]
Matrix - You make it a habit to say hello to random fighters before they go out and beat the shit out of each other?
Sault St. Marie - I make it a habit to get to know everyone I work with, including new talent. So, yes.
[At that, the former WMW superstar knocks the hand away matter-of-factly, causing a frown to form on the face of the general manager. Trix raises an index finger at the GM, pointing accusingly]
Matrix - I am NOT new talent. I've been in the WMW since before you knew what it was.
[The former WMW Midwest champ moves around Sault, towards the door. Sault looks around with a smirk on his face.]
Sault St. Marie - Apparently, I've hit a nerve somewhere. So, I must apologize. I'm not here to start troubles. I'm sure we can have a good working relationship, but we should star this off right.
[Trix stops in the doorway and turns around, clearly agitated but keeping his cool for the match ahead.]
Matrix - You just book people against me, and I'll beat 'em. Don't do anything stupid and that's the extent of our relationship, boss.
[With that, Scotty Kames leaves the GM in his locker room, though Sault quickly exits with a disturbed look on his face.]
Opening Commentary
Jack Gene - Hello and welcome to WMW Graveyard Shift 109! And, we're all set to bring you another edition of Graveyard Shift, live from WMW Arena in Cleveland, Ohio! And, Bill... huge show tonight.
Bill Hughes - Yeah, it is pretty big.
Jack Gene - Obviously, MTL3 continues tonight, as we've got 3 Tag Team matches up. Well, one already took place earlier in the night. In a dark match, as two new teams debuted as the The Zepple Brothers, Mark and Chaz, defeated the Misfit Ninjas.
Bill Hughes - Yeah, it was kind of creepy. Zombies vs. Ninjas.
Jack Gene - Well... I don't think it was quite like that. But, yes. And the Zepple Brothers picked up in a win in MTL3. We've got 4 other teams hoping to do the same, as Adam Pyre and AWS Man compete against Mo' Bad and Gras-Dawg, while in tonight's Main Event.
Bill Hughes - Oh, just huge main event.
Jack Gene - Yes it is. It's Kronin and Ryven, the self-proclaimed "The Revolution" take on The Hardcore Icons. And, this time, it's not the MTL Championships on the line. No, this mathc means much more.
Bill Hughes - That's right, Jack. WWA Tag Team Championships.
Jack Gene - In a week's time, we'll be sitting here at GS110 calling the WWA Tag Team Championships match, as either Revolution or the Hardcore Icons will fight for those titles.
Bill Hughes - Bringing home WWA gold.
Words from the Dark Priestess
[Just then, "Wytches" by Inkubus Sukkubus explodes over the audio system in the WMW arena as Hecate makes her way out of the back , dressed in her ring attire with her scepter in one hand and a microphone in the other hand.]Jack Gene - Well, this is unexpected.
[The Heartland champion pauses at the top of the ramp, looking around the arena as the fans in attendance give her a rather mixed result, she gives the fans a smirking grin before making her way down to the ring and slithering under the bottom rope.]
Jack Gene - Looks like the Heartlands champion has something to say, could we be finally getting an answer to Gras-Dawg's challenge.
Bill Hughes - What was your first clue genius, the fact that she is heading to the ring, or was it the microphone in her hand? Why else would she be coming down to the ring before her match? And you wonder why they pay me more.
Jack Gene - I don't think...wait...you know how much I make?!?
Bill Hughes - Hush up, the Champion with the hottest ring entrance is about to speak.
[Hecate lifts the mic up to her mouth, holding it there a moment as she looks around the arena with one hand resting on her cocked hip. A few wolf whistles and cat calls can be heard from the fans in attendance, while mixed boos and cheers emanate from the rest and Hecate just smirks at the whistles and calls.]
Hecate - Seriously Adam... clowns? What were you trying to accomplish there? I have to say that was one of the pathetic attempts of a comeback I've ever seen, I mean even AWS Man (also known as Bill) thought it was so pathetic he locked you in a closet with Pen.
[With her smirking grin, Hecate pauses and walks around the ring as a replay tape of the clowns from last week plays on the videotron, leaning over the ropes and chatting with a couple of the fans at ringside while motioning to the clip playing.]
Hecate - Drek, even the fans here agree with how pathetic it was, but you will be happy to know I found a use for all those clowns... one I am sure you will appreciate.
Bill Hughes - She has a very good point, we've all seen much better from Pyre in the past.
[Hecate drops the mic to her side a moment as she paces back and forth, lifting the mic part way, then dropping it again before lifting it all the way to her lips as she moves about the ring.]
Hecate - Apparently some of our newer talent thinks they know me, they believe they have me all figured out. Claim I'm scare to move up in the divisions, scared to run with the big boys...jealously brings out the ugliest side of people doesn't it.
I am even hearing how I planned it all, how I convinced Jordan Keyser and Wone to interfere in the match last week to make sure I retained my title. Sorry pup, all I know about Wone is he seems fixated on me for some reason but if you watch the tapes you will see how both Jade and myself tried to get him out of the ring.
Jack Gene - We've had champions in the past do similar things, Hecate wouldn't be the first to take the easy path to retain her title.
[The Heartland champion runs her fingers through her hair as she drops the mic for a moment before lifting it back to her lips.]
Hecate - Now Jordan Keyser, he comes in here from the defunct WTF with an ego as big as Umbrage and Ryven's egos combined, the kind of person that disgusts me, living on his past deeds and disparaging everyone else's past and current deeds. Tonight I'm going to take that ego of his and shove it so far down his throat he will wish he was back in WTF getting the ever living smeg kicked out of him by Eric Dillinger.
So Gras-Dawg, I didn't need anyone's help to beat you and trust me, had they not interfered I would have beaten you and no matter how much bluster you put out saying otherwise, we both know it to be true. Nothing personal pup, I would have preferred a clean match as well but this is a lesson for you in this business...life ain't fair and this business is far worse than life in that regard.
[Hecate lets the mic hang away from her face a moment as she looks around the ring and then up towards the entryway.]
Hecate - Dawg, I know you're in the back getting ready for your match later so listen up and listen up good. As far as your challenge goes, my title vs your career, I know you were so pissed that you jumped before looking. I don't take pleasure in ruining careers but you're not the first person to lay down that stipulation and you will end up just like the others I've sent from the WMW.
I don't take any pleasure in this....but I accept your challenge, we will have the rematch, a street fight at Graveyard shift 110.
Jack Gene - Good Lord, what a huge announcement....Hecate has accepted Gras-Dawg's challenge...title vs career.
Bill Hughes - A rash challenge by Gras-Dawg and the champion will make him pay for it next week. Sad to see, I was really starting to like the guy.
[The STO theme suddenly blasts through the audio system as Sault St. Marie walks out of the back with a microphone in hand. He has on an Eric Bischoff like smirk as he looks around the arena.]
Sault St. Marie - Last I looked, I was the General Manager around here. Apparently, there are some people here that have forgotten that. You know, I'm starting to get the feeling that people don't respect me around here. Whether that be "new" talent... or veterans. So, let me remind you, Hecate, exactly where you stand. I have the authority to make matches. Not you, not Gras-Dawg, not Valora, not anyone else in the back.
[Hecate gestures in the ring, motioning for Sault St. Marie to make the match then, working the fans up to call for the match. Sault St. Marie just shakes his head.]
Sault St. Marie - And, regardless of what is thought around here... these fans have the least amount of pull when it comes to booking a match. All though myself, management and the network do what we can to make the WMW fans happy, we aren't their puppets. However, Hecate - you on the other hand...
Hecate - What are you trying to prove Sault?
[The fans erupt into boos directed at Sault St. Marie and chants of "Let them fight...let them fight." echo around the arena.]
Sault St. Marie - It's quite simple really. It is my job to make sure this company is run smoothly and productively. Hecate, you are one of the faces of Wrestling Midwest whether you want to be or not. And, for me to allow you to participate in a street fight that could potentially put you on the shelf for months with an injury, just really doesn't seem logical. It is not a risk I am willing to take and for Gras-Dawg, he has to learn his place in this business. He is a part of the Midwest Tag League 3, which means he doesn't have the luxury of tossing his career away like that.
[The fans scream and boo Sault St. Marie badly as he walks to the back while the STO theme pleace, meanwhile Hecate storms around in the ring before finally spiking the microphone down and climbing out of the ring, absolutely fuming asshe makes her way to the back as well.]
Jack Gene - Sault St. Marie just vetoed the match between Hecate and Gras-Dawg and told Gras-Dawg he has to earn another title shot? Wow talk about laying down the law.
Bill Hughes - Sault St. Marie just saved Gras-Dawg's career, he knew how foolish that challenge by Gras-Dawg was and stepped in to make the level headed call. Sault St. Marie has to look out for what is best for this company and that match was far more damaging that helpful for WMW, glad to see Sault St. Marie doing his job.
Jack Gene - A suicide dive! That got the fans on their feet. (...1!) Looks like Tyler is starting the count.
[‘Critical Acclaim’ by Avenged Sevenfold plays as Keyser makes his way out, wearing knee length black work-out shorts with a gold X at the bottom of each leg. He also sports a long sleeve hooded t-shirt with EXECUTIONER written in gold across the front. On the back it says PERFECT EXECUTION in bleeding gold script. Keyser ignores the fans for the most part as he walks down the ramp.]
Wayne Inkster - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a non-title match, introducing first hailing from Nueces County, Texas and coming into tonight's contest at a height of 6'5' and weighing 230lbs, he is The Executioner...JOORRRRDAAAN KEEEEYYYYYSEEEERRRR!
Jack Gene - Jordan Keyser feels he should have been the one to face Hecate for the Heartlands Championship last week and made his feelings loud and clear by getting involved in that title match.
Bill Hughes - The Heartlands Division is turning into a powder keg and something is going to happen that sets the whole thing off and I don't think I would want to miss that for all the porn in AWS Man (Also known as Bill)'s collection.
Jack Gene - Well tonight he's going to get his chance to prove himself here, but it certainly won't be easy.
[Jordan waits on in the ring with a bored expression as Inkster announces his opponent.]
Wayne Inkster - And his opponent, hailing from Delphi, Greece and coming into tonight's contest at a height of 5'10" and weighing 157 lbs, she is the current Heartlands Champion and a member of the Daughters of Darkness, being accompanied to the ring by her tag team partner Jade....she is the Dark Priestess herself....HECATE!!!
[The arena suddenly goes black as the opening cords of "Wytches" by Inkubus Sukkubus start to play through the arena while on the videotron images start to flash past; images of 3 candles, owls, black sheep, crossroads, 3 masks, 3 torches, groves of willow and yew trees, the images cycling through as the song plays. Suddenly as a single spot light shines down on a figure at the top of the entry ramp completely concealed by a full black cloak, who remains still for several moments as the song plays through the arena, then tosses the cloak off and lifting one hand to the sky holding a dark yew wood scepter. The figure is Hecate who is dressed in black hot pants with the image of a jade dragon wrapping around the waist band of the hot pants. Hecate also is wearing a matching black halter style crop top with a silvery white owl over her left breast. Her face paint is done up in black with a silver-white owl's head.]
Jack Gene - Hecate was in a foul mood earlier after the confrontation between her and General Manager Sault St. Marie, and I'm not sure it has improved any since then.
Bill Hughes - Keyser already was on her bad side, and Sault St. Marie just poured gasoline over her smoldering rage, folks this won't be pretty and I don't see it ending well for anyone.
[Hecate slowly makes her way down to the ring, the single spot light following her as makes her way down towards the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd, breaking out into a jog about ten feet from the ring and when she reaches the ring, jumps up and lands in a splits on the ring apron before bending over at the waist and sliding her head and torso under the bottom rope and slithering into the ring before rising to both knees where she mutters a prayer to her Goddess with her scepter raised high. As the lights slowly raise in luminance, Hecate rises to her feet and moves over to stand on the middle turnbuckle, lifting her scepter one more time to the mixed cheers and boos of the fans before hopping off the middle turnbuckle. Moving to her corner, Hecate pulls off the silver crescent moon shaped arm bands which encircle her upper arms, placing them in the corner with her scepter and follows up by pulling the golden dragon shaped bracelets from around her wrists, revealing the black leather straps which encircle her hands and forearms in place of normal athletic tape. The Greek warrior squats and stretches using the ring ropes, her thigh high black leather boots creaking a bit as she does and the silver owl and jade dragon on each boot moves as if it were almost alive while she waits for the match to start.]
Jack Gene - And lets not forget what we saw earlier with Adam Pyre and his beloved car, Killswitch.
Bill Hughes - This is getting more confusing than the soap opera's your wife loves to watch.
Jack Gene - Wait a minute...how do you know...
Bill Hughes - Well would you look at that, Hecate is getting right in Keyser's face before the referee can even start to check either one for a foreign objects. The two are really jawing about something in the middle of the ring
Jack Gene - Most likely about last weeks match, oh my! Keyser just pie faced Hecate and you can see she's ready to explode. Keyser is totally disrespecting her and there is another pie face by Keyser on the champion.
[Hecate looks away from Keyser after the second pie face, her eyes looking out and over the fans in attendance before she suddenly twists her hips and turns back towards Keyser while at the same time snapping her leg forward and upward to connect with the Keyser family jewels. Jordan Keyser lets out a loud grunt of pain and doubles over which prompts Hecate to pull his head under her arm, grab his near arm and pull it up into a hammer lock behind his back and then wraps her leg around his near leg and takes him down with a leg sweep DDT.]
Bill Hughes - Hecate just showed how she felt about Keyser's disrespect, shattering the Keyser family jewels and then taking him down with a Devil Lock DDT.
Jack Gene - Referee Stephen Tyler just called for the bell, looks like we are starting this match right now.
(Ring, ring, ring)
Hecate - So you want to stick your nose in my business Keyser, you think I'm a paper champion? You are no different than every other has been and never was that comes through these doors!
[The Heartland champion punctuates her words with wicked stomps to Keyser's prone body, not stopping even after she finishes yelling down at Keyser forcing Stephen Tyler to physically pull the champion away to a neutral corner where Jade hops up on the ring apron and starts to chat with Hecate while Tyler checks on the downed Keyser.]
Bill Hughes - Looks like Jade is trying to get Hecate to calm down, we've never really seen Hecate lose it in any of her matches to date.
Jack Gene - I'm not sure she's really lost it here either, she's show she can "play" the part of losing it while still being completely in control. That's part of what makes her so hard to counter in the ring. Stephen Tyler checking on Keyser who is back up to his knees, good lord, Hecate just charged across the ring and blasted the side of Keyser's head with a running knee.
[Keyser goes down to the mat and Hecate gives him several stomps before using the ropes to spring off of and dropping an knee on Keyser's upper check and throat area. Hecate goes for another knee drop but Keyser rolls under the bottom rope and Hecate crashes down on her knee, wincing and clenching at it as Keyser takes a moment to catch his breath.]
Bill Hughes - Keyser able to get out of the way and give himself some room to recover here.
Jack Gene - Keyser back in the ring now as both wrestlers are on their feet. Keyser takes Hecate down with a clothes line and then follows up with an attempted elbow drop but the champion rolls out of the way, Keyser up to one knee and Hecate up to her feet. Keyser with a blow to Hecate's midsection, followed by another and another before finishing off with a jawbreaker on the champion.
[Keyser follows up the with a boot to Hecate's midsection and then scoops her up and slams her down with a scoop slam, this time connecting with the elbow drop. Keyser pulls Hecate back up to her feet, then picks her up and after posing and walking around inside the ring with her held up, drops the champion to the mat with a sidewalk slam. He looks over at Jade with a smirk before making a lazy showboating cover which Hecate kicks out of before the count of one. The Executioner frowns a bit but quickly continues his offense with a couple of knee drops to Hecate before grinding the shin of his boot down across her neck, only breaking when the referee gets to the count of 4.]
Bill Hughes - Keyser looking to take control of this match, using his size and power advantage over her to do so.
Jack Gene - Not to mention a blatant choke with his boot on her neck!
Bill Hughes - Which he broke before the count of 5 so nothing wrong there.
Jack Gene - Keyser whips Hecate across the ring, dropping his head going for a back body drop, but Hecate is able to adjust and ends up connecting with a drop kick on Keyser. Hecate quickly back up to her feet and oh my god, she just drove Keyser's head into the mat with an jumping knee drop to the back of his neck!
[Hecate rolls Keyser over and looks like she's going for the cover but actually just locks on a shoulder lock, which sends Keyser spasming on the mat before he's able to get a foot on the ropes, forcing the referee to break the hold. Hecate smirks as she rolls over and puts one knee on Keyser's wrist as she holds the arm out and then explodes into a series of rapid fire knee jabs into the extended arm before finishing off with a jumping knee drop to that same arm, Keyser grabbing the arm and rolling into the corner to recover.]
Bill Hughes - I like Hecate going for the quick submission with the shoulder lock there, not expected at all and if Keyser was in the middle of the ring, this match would have been over.
Jack Gene - Keyser was barely able to get his foot on the ropes as it was and the champion is going right to work on that arm, Hecate has him up and into a hammerlock, pulling it up until his hand is nearly touching his neck. She really has it locked in, Keyser is trying to find a way out of the hold but Hecate spins him around while kicking his knee out, driving his head and shoulder into the mat!
[Hecate wraps Keyser's arm around her leg and then drops back to the mat, jerking on the arm before pulling herself back up and dropping back to the mat again causing Keyser to yell out in pain from the torque on his arm. The Heartland champion holds the arm down with one foot while stomping down on his arm with the other foot. ]
Bill Hughes - Hecate is really being vicious out there tonight, I think she seriously want to break Keyser's arm.
Jack Gene - You might be right, she has a grape vine arm bar locked on him now, but Keyser is fighting through it, he lifts her up and drops her down to the mat with a powerbomb like move, breaking the arm bar. Now Keyser is lifting Hecate up and dropping her with another power bomb, using his power game to put a pause in Hecate's offense.
[Hecate response to the second powerbomb by wrapping her legs around Keyser's head and locking on a head scissors, squeezing down tightly and making Keyser's face turn red from the pressure.]
Bill Hughes - Yes! Hecate with her own version of the Coochie Clamp!! They so need to use that as a double team in one of the MTL matches!
Jack Gene - Someone is coming out of the entryway, it's Wone! Wone is coming down to ringside but Jade has moved around to stop him from getting into the ring. Keyser has broken free of the head scissors and has Hecate lifted up in the air...he just tossed Hecate over the top rope and down onto Wone and Jade arguing at ringside taking all of them out.
[The crowd gives Wone a mixed reaction to his appearance and Keyser gets a light pop at the over the top rope launch of Hecate. Keyser slides out of the ring and rolls Hecate back into the ring, smirking at Wone and Jade before slipping into the ring after Hecate and pulling her up and setting her up for the Lethal Injection.]
Bill Hughes - Lethal Injection by Keyser, this match is over.
Jack Gene - Here is the count...1...2...No Hecate gets her shoulder up.
Bill Hughes - What's that, there is some disturbance in the crowd...clowns? We have clowns coming out of the crowd now?
[Wone and Jade are back up to their feet and looking at the two clowns, the clowns both have large well built bodies and they charge Jade and Wone as soon as they are over the guard rail. Jade and Wone turn and unload with punches on the clowns who fire back with punches on their own. Inside the ring Keyser and Hecate exchange a look before Hecate connects with another low blow while the referee is trying to restore order with the fighting at ringside. As Keyser stands there with his hands covering his family jewels, Hecate bounces off the ropes and delivers a thunderous Hades bound to the stunned Keyser.]
Bill Hughes - Hecate taking advantage of the referee not doing his job and following my creed that if it's not seen it didn't happen.
Jack Gene - Stephen Tyler turning around now as Hecate goes to cover Keyser, but she doesn't see the third clown sliding into the ring with a orange tire iron with two black stripes on either side in his hand. The clown has Hecate lined up and he just clocked the Heartlands champion with the tire iron, Stephen Tyler is calling for the bell but that's not stopping this clown who is pummeling Hecate with the tire iron.
[Outside the ring, Wone has taken one of the clowns down with a tornado DDT off the steel steps and ring apron while Jade has stunned the other one with a series of kicks that dropped the clown to his knees and allowed Jade to connect with a lightning quick Jade Dragon Kick that leaves both clowns laid out on the outside. The ring attendants continue to ring the bell as Jade slides into the ring seeing Keyser and a third clown beating down on Hecate, she she spins Keyser around and staggers the big man with a crescent kick that sends him back several steps only to turn around and get stunned by a shot from the tire iron, then the clown backs up a few steps..]
Jack Gene - Six Minute Miracle! The last clown just took Jade out with the Six Minute Miracle! Wone in the ring now and he's connecting with several hard shots on the last clown before getting clobbered from behind by Keyser. Wone is trying to fight off both Keyser and the last clown, he's holding his own with several hard shots to both men but the clown catches him with a shot to the midsection with the tire iron. Keyser with the Perfect Execution! Wone is down and out on the mat.
[The last clown looks around at the carnage and slowly pulls out the full headed clown mask and reveals himself to be Adam Pyre, motioning for Keyser to pull Hecate up to her feet and holding the unconcious champion while Pyre delivers another Six Minute Miracle, this time to Hecate, and causing the knocked out wrestler to fall face first overtop Jade so the pair are face to crotch each causing Adam Pyre to take one look at them and bust out laughing while Keyser pulls Wone to his feet once more and drops him to the mat one more time with a Lethal Injection.]
Bill Hughes - Total carnage, two clowns down and out, Wone, Jade and Hecate out but I am getting a copy of this show for that shot if nothing else. DEEAAMMNNNNN! I'd buy that for a dollar! Hecate wins the match with a disqualification but I think Pyre is the real winner here tonight.
Jack Gene - Adam Pyre certainly made a statement here tonight, total destruction is the only words I can use to describe this scene. Wait, what is this now, Gras-Dawg is charging out of the back with a lead pipe in each hand, Pyre and Keyser are bailing out of the ring as Gras-Dawg slides into the ring, the two of them pulling the other clowns to their feet and walking to the back as Gras-Dawg motions for them both to get back into the ring as medical personal rush to the ring to check on inside it. We will update you as soon as we know something, both Jade and Hecate are being helped to the back by medical personal.
[The shot fads out with the scene of the medical staff taking both Jade and Hecate to the back with Wone unsteadily making his way to the back as well.]
[Kronin comes running back and ducks the clothesline from Valora, and stopping in his tracks. Valora turns and is hit with a kick to her gut as Kronin tries to then set up the Death By Metal. Valora struggles and manages to get free before throwing Kronin into the ropes and immediately leaping off of the turnbuckle to try and hit a huge body splash. She hits Kronin hard, sending both competitors to the mat. Valora immediately jumps to her feet and looks out into the crowd, pointing right at the top turnbuckle.]
Jack Gene - Valora's calling it! Valora's calling for the Aztec Moonsault!
Bill Hughes - Oh baby, I've been waiting all day to see her to do this to Kronin!
Jack Gene - Listen to this crowd! She's on the top rope! Oh my God! She did it! The Aztec Moonsault!
Bill Hughes - She has Kronin wrapped up for the pin! 1! 2! 3! She and Umbrage did it! The Hardcore Icons beat the Revolution!
Wayne Inster - Your winners, The Harcore Icons!!!!
Jack Gene - Well, it looks like the current GLC champ and a WMW Hall of Famer are going to go represent our company for the big WWA Tag match!
Bill Hughes - And then they'll take the WMW Tag Titles from these two idiots! It'll be great!
Jack Gene - Kronin and Ryven are exiting the ring - seperately, I may add. I guess a victory over Valora and Umbrage hasn't done much to really help out the strife these two have currently.
Bill Hughes - Ryven can always pull an Oko and break up the band.
Jack Gene - Wow, where's Valora going? She's in a hurry!
Bill Hughes - Oh I could watch her run all day!
Jack Gene - Looks like the Heartlands champion has something to say, could we be finally getting an answer to Gras-Dawg's challenge.
Bill Hughes - What was your first clue genius, the fact that she is heading to the ring, or was it the microphone in her hand? Why else would she be coming down to the ring before her match? And you wonder why they pay me more.
Jack Gene - I don't think...wait...you know how much I make?!?
Bill Hughes - Hush up, the Champion with the hottest ring entrance is about to speak.
[Hecate lifts the mic up to her mouth, holding it there a moment as she looks around the arena with one hand resting on her cocked hip. A few wolf whistles and cat calls can be heard from the fans in attendance, while mixed boos and cheers emanate from the rest and Hecate just smirks at the whistles and calls.]
Hecate - Seriously Adam... clowns? What were you trying to accomplish there? I have to say that was one of the pathetic attempts of a comeback I've ever seen, I mean even AWS Man (also known as Bill) thought it was so pathetic he locked you in a closet with Pen.
[With her smirking grin, Hecate pauses and walks around the ring as a replay tape of the clowns from last week plays on the videotron, leaning over the ropes and chatting with a couple of the fans at ringside while motioning to the clip playing.]
Hecate - Drek, even the fans here agree with how pathetic it was, but you will be happy to know I found a use for all those clowns... one I am sure you will appreciate.
Bill Hughes - She has a very good point, we've all seen much better from Pyre in the past.
[Hecate drops the mic to her side a moment as she paces back and forth, lifting the mic part way, then dropping it again before lifting it all the way to her lips as she moves about the ring.]
Hecate - Apparently some of our newer talent thinks they know me, they believe they have me all figured out. Claim I'm scare to move up in the divisions, scared to run with the big boys...jealously brings out the ugliest side of people doesn't it.
I am even hearing how I planned it all, how I convinced Jordan Keyser and Wone to interfere in the match last week to make sure I retained my title. Sorry pup, all I know about Wone is he seems fixated on me for some reason but if you watch the tapes you will see how both Jade and myself tried to get him out of the ring.
Jack Gene - We've had champions in the past do similar things, Hecate wouldn't be the first to take the easy path to retain her title.
[The Heartland champion runs her fingers through her hair as she drops the mic for a moment before lifting it back to her lips.]
Hecate - Now Jordan Keyser, he comes in here from the defunct WTF with an ego as big as Umbrage and Ryven's egos combined, the kind of person that disgusts me, living on his past deeds and disparaging everyone else's past and current deeds. Tonight I'm going to take that ego of his and shove it so far down his throat he will wish he was back in WTF getting the ever living smeg kicked out of him by Eric Dillinger.
So Gras-Dawg, I didn't need anyone's help to beat you and trust me, had they not interfered I would have beaten you and no matter how much bluster you put out saying otherwise, we both know it to be true. Nothing personal pup, I would have preferred a clean match as well but this is a lesson for you in this business...life ain't fair and this business is far worse than life in that regard.
[Hecate lets the mic hang away from her face a moment as she looks around the ring and then up towards the entryway.]
Hecate - Dawg, I know you're in the back getting ready for your match later so listen up and listen up good. As far as your challenge goes, my title vs your career, I know you were so pissed that you jumped before looking. I don't take pleasure in ruining careers but you're not the first person to lay down that stipulation and you will end up just like the others I've sent from the WMW.
I don't take any pleasure in this....but I accept your challenge, we will have the rematch, a street fight at Graveyard shift 110.
Jack Gene - Good Lord, what a huge announcement....Hecate has accepted Gras-Dawg's challenge...title vs career.
Bill Hughes - A rash challenge by Gras-Dawg and the champion will make him pay for it next week. Sad to see, I was really starting to like the guy.
[The STO theme suddenly blasts through the audio system as Sault St. Marie walks out of the back with a microphone in hand. He has on an Eric Bischoff like smirk as he looks around the arena.]
Sault St. Marie - Last I looked, I was the General Manager around here. Apparently, there are some people here that have forgotten that. You know, I'm starting to get the feeling that people don't respect me around here. Whether that be "new" talent... or veterans. So, let me remind you, Hecate, exactly where you stand. I have the authority to make matches. Not you, not Gras-Dawg, not Valora, not anyone else in the back.
[Hecate gestures in the ring, motioning for Sault St. Marie to make the match then, working the fans up to call for the match. Sault St. Marie just shakes his head.]
Sault St. Marie - And, regardless of what is thought around here... these fans have the least amount of pull when it comes to booking a match. All though myself, management and the network do what we can to make the WMW fans happy, we aren't their puppets. However, Hecate - you on the other hand...
[The crowd boos. Sault catches himself before he continues.]
Sault St. Marie - You know, Hecate. I put you in a prime position last week to become the next big tag team going into the WWA's Tag Team Wars. And, all though you did well in that competition, here in WMW... you and Jade have not only let me down, but you've let down the fans of WMW. You two got beat again by The Hardcore Icons, I'm starting to wonder if I should send you two back for Tag Team Wars #2 or should I send a more deserving team in your place.
Hecate - Now wait just a moment, Valora cold cocked Jade with brass knuckles to get the win, everyone sees how badly the Hardcore Icon's have to cheat to win any matches lately.
Sault St. Marie - Your excuses are worded very well, but you aren't here to speak. You are here to compete. And you two lost. Now... tonight, you want to accept Gras-Dawg's challenge for a street fight? Well, as General Manager for Wrestling Midwest, it is my honor and privilege to inform everyone that the match will indeed...
Hecate - Now wait just a moment, Valora cold cocked Jade with brass knuckles to get the win, everyone sees how badly the Hardcore Icon's have to cheat to win any matches lately.
Sault St. Marie - Your excuses are worded very well, but you aren't here to speak. You are here to compete. And you two lost. Now... tonight, you want to accept Gras-Dawg's challenge for a street fight? Well, as General Manager for Wrestling Midwest, it is my honor and privilege to inform everyone that the match will indeed...
[He smiles then looks around before turning his attention back towards Hecate.]
Sault St. Marie - ...that match will NOT be happening at Graveyard Shift 110 or anytime for that matter.
Hecate - What are you trying to prove Sault?
[The fans erupt into boos directed at Sault St. Marie and chants of "Let them fight...let them fight." echo around the arena.]
Sault St. Marie - It's quite simple really. It is my job to make sure this company is run smoothly and productively. Hecate, you are one of the faces of Wrestling Midwest whether you want to be or not. And, for me to allow you to participate in a street fight that could potentially put you on the shelf for months with an injury, just really doesn't seem logical. It is not a risk I am willing to take and for Gras-Dawg, he has to learn his place in this business. He is a part of the Midwest Tag League 3, which means he doesn't have the luxury of tossing his career away like that.
[The crowd boos.]
Sault St. Marie - No, no. I see big things in the future for Gras-Dawg, but it will be when and where I say so, not something to appease his bruised male ego. Gras-Dawg, you had your shot at the Heartlands Title and were not able to deliver, so now it is up to The Leaderboard to decide who will get the next shot. Don't be disappointed with me, be disappointed with yourselves.
[The fans scream and boo Sault St. Marie badly as he walks to the back while the STO theme pleace, meanwhile Hecate storms around in the ring before finally spiking the microphone down and climbing out of the ring, absolutely fuming asshe makes her way to the back as well.]
Jack Gene - Sault St. Marie just vetoed the match between Hecate and Gras-Dawg and told Gras-Dawg he has to earn another title shot? Wow talk about laying down the law.
Bill Hughes - Sault St. Marie just saved Gras-Dawg's career, he knew how foolish that challenge by Gras-Dawg was and stepped in to make the level headed call. Sault St. Marie has to look out for what is best for this company and that match was far more damaging that helpful for WMW, glad to see Sault St. Marie doing his job.
[The shot turns back to Jack and Bill.]
Jack Gene - Well, Hecate not getting the answer she wanted.
Bill Hughes - Yeah. I feel for Jordan Keyser. He's going to have to be in the ring with her later on tonight, and that's definitely not something anyone could wish for. Not with the current mindset she's in now.
Jack Gene - No. But, as Hecate came down here to accept Gras-Dawg's challenge... Sault's decision was definitely not what Hecate was hoping for. Or, who knows. Maybe she did want this happen? Maybe that's why she came out here like she did? I mean, a Hecate vs. Gras-Dawg match would be awesome to see, but out of everyone in the Heartlands race, a lot of people are suggesting he could be the one to take the title away from her.
Bill Hughes - I could see it. And for sure, he deserves another shot. Last week ended in a way that just didn't give either competitor a fair shot. So, whether or not Sault St. Marie wants to see it, this is a match that will have to happen again, and soon.
Jack Gene - Either way what a huge announcement and now we head to the ring for our first match, the returning Matrix vs the Analog Kid.
[Scene pans from Jack and Bill at the announcers table back to the ring.]
Bill Hughes - Matrix is quickly following him out. StormRider seems to not have the same edge he had last week against Hell Rell.
[The Analog Kid walks along the ring, holding his midsection. Matrix follows closely behind. He grabs StormRider by the back of the head and goes to throw him back into the ring, but StormRider strikes him with a back elbow. (...1!) Referee Stephen Tyler starts the count out.]
Outlaw Biker - Thanks for having me.
Michael Albertson - So, we heard you've got something to announce?
Outlaw Biker - Well, not so much announce. I guess it was just a realization that happened, and I figure it's time I come out and apologize to the fans and to the company for what I've become. You don't get many chances in this business, but for one reason or another, I seem to have been handed quite a bit - and... again, for one reason or another, I let it slip away.
Michael Albertson - You're not retiring are you, here on Nothing Nice to Say, right?
Outlaw Biker - Well, not exactly. My luck has run out. I know my health is going. I don't have the same competitive drive that I once did. But, I know that if I'm going to end my career right, I've got to start now. I can't just sit behind a guy like Damien Knight, and be disrespected week in and week out. I need to leave this business on a positive note.
Eric Dillinger - A major turning point for your career, or the end the of it… Whatever… What made you come to this decision?
Outlaw Biker - It's reality, Eric. And, I've just come to accept it. 2010 will hold my last opportunity.
Michael Albertson - What was up w/ working for Damian Knight, anyway? Do you not work for him anymore?
[Biker looks down, almost shamefully as he laughs to himself.]
Outlaw Biker - No... no, I don't work for Damien Knight anymore. It was a mistake. I fell into a giant hole, and the man had the financial backing I needed to pull out of it. It's just, I've always had a hard time taking orders from people. I'm a stubborn biker from the South West. I know I don't know much more then the taste of desert air and whisky. But, never have I had the sour taste of embarrassment in my mouth like I did under Knight's wing. He took advantage of an old and desperate man, but I can't blame him. I was pitiful. I was a broken down, drunk man who let his career slip away. And, that's just not how I want to be remembered.
Eric Dillinger - Post wrestling career, what are you going to do with your life?
Outlaw Biker - I suppose the only thing left for me to do after I leave Wrestling Midwest, is to ride away towards the sunset. But, 2010 isn't over. The last ride of Outlaw Biker will begin at Ides of March.
Michael Albertson - Ides of March, huh? Any special plans for Damien Knight?
Outlaw Biker - Look, I can't blame Damien Knight for treating me like he has. Nor do I really feel it's necessary to get back at him. He helped me out, regardless of how he made me feel. He got me back on my feet. So, no - I don't think I'll be taking on Damien Knight. But I will be asking the company for one last opportunity. And hopefully, they'll give me something that will begin my journey.
Eric Dillinger - Guys, what’s your take on this?
Jordan Keyser - Meh...
Hecate - I don't like Damian Knight, everyone knows that by now...and I've kicked his ass enough this last month that I'm still trying to get stains out of my boots. Outlaw, he bought you like a piece of meat and used you as such. To Damian, you were no different than slave labor, and you need to call him out on it. Plus it will make you feel a lot better kicking his ass around the ring, and that hag he calls a wife.
Michael Albertson - Well, I for one will be looking forward to the final run of the Outlaw Biker. Good luck on finding the respect you so desperately are looking for at the eclipse of your career.
Eric Dillinger - I'm sorry, let's cut the shit right now. Outlaw Biker... you really have drug yourself through the mud and I think I speak for everyone in the arena tonight when I say no one gives a damn about the eclipse of your career.
Michael Albertson - Eric--
Eric Dillinger - No. The whole time I've been watching WMW I've seen another washed up old timer who straight up sold out because reality finally hit him. You made bad decisions in your career prior to this and you ended up sucking on the teet of Damien Knight just to get by. Now, all of a sudden, you realize how important self respect is and its time to make ammends? Bull shit.
Michael Albertson - Come on. You can't say you've never backed yourself into a hole before? Made any mistakes?
Outlaw Biker - No, no. Let him talk.
Eric Dillinger - Sure, who doesn't have regrets? But y'know something I have never done anything to tarnish my legacy in the ring. You, OB, remind me of the washed hacks from the 80's who rolled into the 90's forgetting what needed to be done for the business but you put up the glass ceiling to keep the next generation down. It's no surprise to me what got you here.
Outlaw Biker - Here? You mean, at this point in my career, acceptant that I've made mistakes and ready to make good for the things that I've done wrong? Or you mean here...
[He looks around with a smirk.]
Outlaw Biker - Here... on this second rate show? Well, I am here... on this second rate show because WMW no longer lets me into the second half of their shows anymore. That's why I'm here.
Eric Dillinger - I'll break your fucking hip, old man.
Michael Albertson - Guys, guys... Let's calm down.
Eric Dillinger - You calm down.
Michael Albertson - Well, Outlaw Biker is back in it to make one last run of things in WMW and we should all wish him the best of luck.
Eric Dillinger - Fine. OB... good luck, you're going to need it.
Outlaw Biker - My luck has run out. It's time to make the most of what I've got left to give.
Eric Dillinger - And all right folks. That's Nothing Nice to Say, I'm Eric--
Michael Albertson - Wait... you didn't ask anyone if they'd like to punch someone in the face?
Eric Dillinger - Oh yea... Quickly, round table, go!
Jordan Keyser - Bill Nye.
Eric Dillinger - The Science Guy?
Hecate - Whoever came up with the bright idea to design an unsafe luge track at the Olympics and whoever forgot to frakkin test it properly. Inexcusable to see an young athlete die like that.
[The shot opens back up at ringside as Wone walks down to the ring as "Our Truth" by Lacuna Coil plays over the speakers.]
[As Eric pulls himself up, Wone grabs him and pushes him up against the ropes. Wone goes for an irish whip, but Eric reverses it, sending Wone charging across the ring. As Wone bounces off the ropes, Eric goes for a clothesline, but Wone ducks it. He spins Eric around, and boots him in the midsection. He locks on a front face lock, and goes for a DDT, but Eric blocks it and pushes him off. Eric goes for another clothesline, but Wone catches him with a right hand. And another. He bounces off the ropes and throws himself through the air with a flying forearm, which sends Eric to the outside.]
Jack Gene - Either way what a huge announcement and now we head to the ring for our first match, the returning Matrix vs the Analog Kid.
[Scene pans from Jack and Bill at the announcers table back to the ring.]
Matrix vs. The Analog Kid
Written by Garvin
[The lights in the arena dim as a guitar solo begins. The big screen shows a 'Countdown to Cyber Jump' starting from 5 and moving downwards. Once it gets to 0, the chorus to "With Arms Wide Open" by Creed begins.]
["Mother" by Danzig blasts from the PA as The Analog Kid appears at the top of the ramp.]
Wayne Inkster - The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Hamilton, Ontario Canada, weighing in at 206lbs, he is... StormRider... The Analog Kid!
[He's clad in black work boots, faded blue jeans, black tee shirt under faded blue unbuttoned overshirt, black "quickdraw-style" glove on his right hand, saddlebag over the left shoulder and wide-brimmed black hat and black leather duster, analog emerges from the back. With his head down, he walks with purposeful stride to the ring. He climbs the ring stairs and comes in between the middle and top ropes, then walks over to his corner. He climbs to the middle turnbuckle and raises his head, unleashing the intensity in this pale blue eyes.]
Jack Gene - It's time for our opening contest. And here comes the Analog Kid, Bill.
Bill Hughes - He's got a chip on his shoulder and a smile on his face, Jack. He picked up a big win against a WMW veteran last week.
Jack Gene - A veteran? Well... for sure, Analog Kid turned a lot of heads last week with that win against Hell Rell. Tonight, he's got a bigger challenge. The return of Matrix.
[The lights in the arena dim as a guitar solo begins. The big screen shows a 'Countdown to Cyber Jump' starting from 5 and moving downwards. Once it gets to 0, the chorus to "With Arms Wide Open" by Creed begins.]
Wayne Inkster - And his opponent, hailing from Landings, Florida... he is... Matrix!
[The lights flash blue and white as Matrix walks out wearing a black trenchcoat, sneakers and gloves. He heads down to the ring without much glamor or drama, playing to the crowd.]
Jack Gene - And here he comes...
Bill Hughes - Scotty Cornelious Kames! The Matrix!
Jack Gene - Cornelious? I thought you said Theodore.
Bill Hughes - Then you're obviously deaf. I just said Cornelious.
Jack Gene - ...right. I don't think you're a big of a Matrix fan as you're trying to play on TV.
Bill Hughes - Shut up, hater.
[Just as Matrix slides into the ring, The Analog Kid immediately dives at him with a falling forearm to the back.]
Jack Gene - And once again, The Analog Kid not allowing his opponent an opportunity to get into the ring without a cheap shot.
Bill Hughes - Hey, you would do the same thing with the opportunity. Matrix is an unknown to this kid, and vice versa. Any opportunity to get the advantage in the early goings in the match, you take it.
[Referee Stephen Tyler calls for the bell to begin the match as StormRider pulls up Matrix. He slams a right hand into the side of his head, knocking Matrix back into the ropes.]
Jack Gene - Oh, and the Analog Kid with a right hand.
[StormRider goes for an irish whip, but Matrix reverses it, sending StormRider charging across the ring. Rider bounces off the ropes and Matrix goes for a clothesline, but StormRider ducks it. He puts on the brakes, turns around and takes a quick swing, but Matrix dodges it. Matrix hits a few stiff right and left hands to the midsection. He pushes StormRider against the ropes again. He goes for an Irish Whip, but StormRider reverses it, sending Matrix across the ring. As Matrix bounces off the ropes, StormRider charges with and goes for a drop kick, but Matrix puts on the breaks and blocks it, causing StormRider to land on his back. He quickly gets up, but Matrix turns and hits a drop kick of his own.]
Jack Gene - Dropkick by Matrix!
[Matrix quickly gets to his feet and pulls off his trench coat. The crowd cheers as he pulls up StormRider. He lands a right hand, and another. As the Kid stumbles backwards, Matrix charges the ropes. He bounces off and before The Kid can react, Matrix takes him down with a spear.]
Jack Gene - Spear! Matrix hit the spear and StormRider rolls out of the ring.
Bill Hughes - Matrix is quickly following him out. StormRider seems to not have the same edge he had last week against Hell Rell.
[The Analog Kid walks along the ring, holding his midsection. Matrix follows closely behind. He grabs StormRider by the back of the head and goes to throw him back into the ring, but StormRider strikes him with a back elbow. (...1!) Referee Stephen Tyler starts the count out.]
Jack Gene - StormRider with a back elbow, (...2!) catching Matrix right in the side of the head.
[StormRider slams a right hand into Matrix's head and another. (...3!) He grabs Matrix's head and pushes him towards the ring steps. (...4!) He tries to slam Matrix's head into the ring steps, but Matrix counters with an elbow to the midsection, (...5!) causing StormRider to lose his grip and stumble backwards.]
[StormRider slams a right hand into Matrix's head and another. (...3!) He grabs Matrix's head and pushes him towards the ring steps. (...4!) He tries to slam Matrix's head into the ring steps, but Matrix counters with an elbow to the midsection, (...5!) causing StormRider to lose his grip and stumble backwards.]
Jack Gene - StormRider showing some pain in the midsection from that spear. (...6!) Maybe a bruise? Maybe a broken rib?
[Just then, StormRider charges Matrix, but Matrix sees him and dives forward with a drop toe hold, taking StormRider down, face-first onto the ringsteps.]
Jack Gene - Oh! (...7!) Matrix slammed him down onto those steel ring steps!
Bill Hughes - That definitely took some gas out of the tank of The Analog Kid.
[The Analog Kid quickly rolls into the ring, holding his head in pain. (...8!) Matrix follows him in and quickly pushes him into the corner. He tries whip him across the ring, but StormRider gets a thumb to his eye.]
Bill Hughes - And a thumb to the eye by the Analog Kid!
Jack Gene - And Matrix, oh, that took a lot out of Matrix. Analog Kid trying to catch a breather. This match has definitely not gone the way he wanted it to.
[Just then, StormRider charges from the corner with a clothesline attempt, but Matrix sees it and catches him. He lifts him up and slams him down with a 360 Spinebuster.]
Jack Gene - My god! Cyberspace! Matrix just hit the Cyberspace spinebuster! And here's the cover! ...1! ...2! ...3! It's over!
["With Arms Wide Open" by Creed blasts from the PA as Matrix celebrates in the ring. He still holds his eye in pain, but smiles as the ref holds his hand up.]
Wayne Inkster - Here is your winner by pinfall... Matrix!
[The crowd cheers as referee Stephen Tyler checks on StormRider, who lays in the center of the ring holding his midsection in pain.]
Jack Gene - And the return of Matrix is in full effect. A big win over The Analog Kid.
Bill Hughes - Got to be disappointing for StormRider, who was trying to begin a win streak here. This takes him down to 1-3 in his first four matches here in WMW. He tried to take the same gameplan he used in his match last week here tonight, and obviously, Matrix was prepared.
Jack Gene - Stay tuned, folks. We still have a lot more left. MTL3 continues, including the match that will determine the WWA Tag Team Championships #1 Contender. Who will fight for those titles? The Hardcore Icons or the reigning MTL Champions, The Revolution... Kronin and Ryven. This is Wrestling Midwest Graveyard Shift 109! Oh! And we've got Nothing Nice To Say coming up, too! Stay tuned!
[The scene fades.]
A Psychopathic Valentines
[The scene cuts to Pyre and Valora as they both walk out to the parking lot of the arena though the loading area. They seem to be in some sort of heated debate about something...]Adam Pyre - Listen Vally Val... No one is saying that Umbrage isn't a hardcore legend. But he just doesn't live up to the sheer awesomeness that is AWS Man (also known as Bill). The man is the four time GLC champ!
Valora - Umbrage is a five time Tag Team Champion, which not only is one more reign than AWS had with the GLC, but also far more relevant to the argument of whom the better tag team partner is. Besides that, the man can outdrink me. And that's saying something. AWS Man can't even handle one shot!
Adam Pyre - Please, this is just like your silly argument of who would win in a fight, a Pirate Ninja or a Cyborg Zombie, Billy is clearly a Ninja Pirate, heavy on the ninja, and just the difficulty of getting a Ninja and a Pirate to stop fighting long enough to create the twisted union of the two speaks volumes on just how much more powerful it is to the lame Cyborg Zombie.
Valora - This has nothing to do with that, but for the sake of sakes, it's just as hard to make a Cyborg Zombie. You have to figure out some way to stop the Zombie from eating you long enough to add something mechanical to him, and then if it's an arm or eye or something, It'll have laser vision or heat seeking missiles or something. Umbrage drinks enough to act like a zombie, and I'd be scared as hell if someone gave him a robotic arm. And let's look at AWS Man here a sec. He can't even get our damn names right! He might be a ninja fan but AWS Man is more a zombie to me, only instead of groaning out "Braaaains" he groans out "Pooorn!" And since AWS Man is in fact, or very possibly might be a new breed of zombie in disguise, I win this damn argument, so booyah. Knock Umbrage all you want, least the man knows my [bleep]ing name and doesn't talk to inanimate objects. And he's great in a bar fight. That's a must for tag team partners.
Adam Pyre - You know I'm starting to reconsider this whole relationship. I'm just not sure I can date a Cyborg Zombie supporter. In fact I think I might have to return your valentine's day present. Maybe I shouldn't even get it out of my car...
[Valora socks Pyre in the arm, a bored smirk on her face. Pyre grins and rubs his arm, getting ready to recite another comeback when he stops short, mouth agape.]
Valora - What's wrong Pyre, you forget it at home or something? Did "Demon" steal it? I swear if you give me the 'my dog ate it' bullshit I'll-
[Pyre waves absent mindedly with his arm as he slowly steps further ahead of Valora, speeding up with every step. Pyre's car comes into focus, and we start to realize why the sight of it has put Pyre in a state of shock. Laid out in a precise fashion around Pyre's car are all the clowns that Pyre hired last week to occupy Hecate's locker room, only the clowns are not doing anything at the moment. Each and every one of them is knocked out, with imprints of boots and gloves in their makeup, giving evidence of what happened to the various clowns; with an overhead view of the scene, the bodies of the clowns form an image of a bird around the car. The drip drop of liquid falling onto asphalt filled the parking are as a dark reddish brown liquid covers the bodies of the clowns and completely covers Pyre's car from top to bottom, bottles and cans of Cherry Coke lay scattered all about the scene and a large number of the have been tossed half empty into Pyre's car.]
Adam Pyre - Killswitch... my beautiful Killswitch!!! And all the cherry coke... it'll peel the paint... and what a waste of sweet nectar...
Valora - Where's my present?
[Pyre opens the car door, and as he does more cherry coke pours from the interior of the car like a waterfall. Pyre falls to his knees as he pulls out a string of barbed wire, flecked with dried blood and bent into a heart. Now, from all of the soda, it's sticky and wet. Pyre hands the heart to Valora as if in a daze, still stunned about his messed up car. Valora cups a hand over her mouth as she looks at the heart.]
Valora - Is this from the Hardcore Hell match?
[Pyre nods without looking at her.]
Valora - Aww. That's...sweet. Least someone gets me. Here I thought it was going to be candy or something lame like that... Hey. What's wrong? The pop will dry, you can clean it out... it's no big deal.
[Pyre's brow furrows and his mouth curls into a scowl.]
Adam Pyre - I think I just need to be alone right now...
Valora - It's not like she destroyed the car. You saying that damn machine is more important then hanging out with me?
Adam Pyre - I just want to be alone.
[Valora turns and walks away, muttering in Spanish, gripping her present so hard, she leaves blood from her hand as she walks. Pyre lifts his head up from the ground and gets back to his feet.]
Adam Pyre - Of course you know, Hecate, that this means war...
[Adam Pyre pulls out his mobile phone and presses one of the numbers he has on speed dial, lifting it to his ear before the shot pans to see Valora walking away with the barbed wire heart in one hand. The shot then cuts back to Jack and Bill at the announcers table.]
Jack Gene - Adam Pyre looked like he had just been stabbed in the heart, the only time I've seen him look like this was losing some of those epic matches to Valora.
Bill Hughes - Messing with a man's ride like that is so over the line, this feud between Adam Pyre and Hecate just got taken to the next level. Now the question is how will Adam respond.
Jack Gene - With a man like Pyre, there is no way to guess how he will respond but it looked like he had something or at least someone in mind to call about all this or he could have just been calling his insurance agent about the car. But coming up after the break, the next edition of Eric Dillinger's Nothing Nice to Say and the Bastard Icon himself will be in action a bit later as well.
[The scene fades out to commercial.]
Valora - Where's my present?
[Pyre opens the car door, and as he does more cherry coke pours from the interior of the car like a waterfall. Pyre falls to his knees as he pulls out a string of barbed wire, flecked with dried blood and bent into a heart. Now, from all of the soda, it's sticky and wet. Pyre hands the heart to Valora as if in a daze, still stunned about his messed up car. Valora cups a hand over her mouth as she looks at the heart.]
Valora - Is this from the Hardcore Hell match?
[Pyre nods without looking at her.]
Valora - Aww. That's...sweet. Least someone gets me. Here I thought it was going to be candy or something lame like that... Hey. What's wrong? The pop will dry, you can clean it out... it's no big deal.
[Pyre's brow furrows and his mouth curls into a scowl.]
Adam Pyre - I think I just need to be alone right now...
Valora - It's not like she destroyed the car. You saying that damn machine is more important then hanging out with me?
Adam Pyre - I just want to be alone.
[Valora turns and walks away, muttering in Spanish, gripping her present so hard, she leaves blood from her hand as she walks. Pyre lifts his head up from the ground and gets back to his feet.]
Adam Pyre - Of course you know, Hecate, that this means war...
[Adam Pyre pulls out his mobile phone and presses one of the numbers he has on speed dial, lifting it to his ear before the shot pans to see Valora walking away with the barbed wire heart in one hand. The shot then cuts back to Jack and Bill at the announcers table.]
Jack Gene - Adam Pyre looked like he had just been stabbed in the heart, the only time I've seen him look like this was losing some of those epic matches to Valora.
Bill Hughes - Messing with a man's ride like that is so over the line, this feud between Adam Pyre and Hecate just got taken to the next level. Now the question is how will Adam respond.
Jack Gene - With a man like Pyre, there is no way to guess how he will respond but it looked like he had something or at least someone in mind to call about all this or he could have just been calling his insurance agent about the car. But coming up after the break, the next edition of Eric Dillinger's Nothing Nice to Say and the Bastard Icon himself will be in action a bit later as well.
[The scene fades out to commercial.]
Nothing Nice To Say
[We open to packed minimal capacity crowd inside the WMW arena in Cleveland, OH where the Nothing Nice to Say show is set up inside the WMW ring. Eric Dillinger wears a devilish grin, a blue and white Fred Perry, blue jeans, and his Oxblood Gripfast boots as Michael Albertson sits nearby in his normal WMW polo, brown slacks, with brown shoes. Eric struts about the ring before turning to Michael.]
Eric Dillinger - Mike, it’s time to say some more not so nice things on Nothing Nice to Say.
Michael Albertson - I should hope so. Lately I think we’ve been lacking in the conflict area in WMW.
Eric Dillinger - What do you mean?
Michael Albertson - AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) called you out for being a nice guy.
Eric Dillinger - Give it time. If anything I gave him the perfect opportunity to attack Kronin. Sat two feet away from and did nothing to the guy who took his title.
Michael Albertson - Then again, the guy’s so loopy I doubt it ever occurred to him that he lost the Great Lakes Title in the first place. But what about Druscilla losing the ASC Title to Father Nathan and her sobbing apology to him afterward?
Eric Dillinger - What about it?
Michael Albertson - Well, hell, she's just retreated to England since. Call me old fashioned, but I remember a time when you didn’t like someone in this business you just didn’t like them. There was no respect, just mutual hatred.
Eric Dillinger - Don’t worry, I think Ryven and Umbrage have some of that going.
Michael Albertson - Speaking of Umbrage, how about that Riot Act?
Eric Dillinger - Meh, I’ve felt worse. The only thing that hurt me in the All In was that table from Damian Knight who I plan on repaying in kind.
Michael Albertson - Been awhile since you felt that one, eh?
Eric Dillinger - Definitely. Was totally unprepared to feel the unforgiving wood again.
Michael Albertson - And the award for the gayest comment of the year goes to—
Eric Dillinger - Sonovabitch…
(Eric shakes his head as the audience shares a laugh with Michael and the Bastard Icon.)
Eric Dillinger - Anyway! We got a great show tonight. Three guests who all got some big news for the entirety of WMW.
Michael Albertson - Let’s bring out the first guy, already!
Eric Dillinger - Fine, fine. I know him fairly well, you know him Mike… and, let’s face it, he’s got the personality of a marmot. Welcome to the show, Jordan “The Executioner” Keyser!
(Jordan Keyser makes his entrance wearing a black suit with a red shirt and tie underneath. The fans give him a less than warm welcoming into the arena.)
Eric Dillinger - Welcome to the show, man.
Jordan Keyser - Yeah, sure. Its wonderful to be here, I suppose.
Michael Albertson - Long time no see.
Eric Dillinger - So I’ve been meaning to ask you, man, what brought you to WMW?
Jordan Keyser - Well, since the WTF went under, I've been out of wrestling completely, and I missed it. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed spending time with my daughter, managing my stock in ESN, and hitting the World Poker Tour, but you know as well as I do. After you've gotten a taste of what it's like in the ring, that never leaves you. This place looked like it provided some good competition, and I thought I'd give it a try. Plus there were some old...ah...friends...that I couldn't resist stepping into the ring with one more time.
Michael Albertson - What do you think of the place so far?
Eric Dillinger - Mike, it’s time to say some more not so nice things on Nothing Nice to Say.
Michael Albertson - I should hope so. Lately I think we’ve been lacking in the conflict area in WMW.
Eric Dillinger - What do you mean?
Michael Albertson - AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) called you out for being a nice guy.
Eric Dillinger - Give it time. If anything I gave him the perfect opportunity to attack Kronin. Sat two feet away from and did nothing to the guy who took his title.
Michael Albertson - Then again, the guy’s so loopy I doubt it ever occurred to him that he lost the Great Lakes Title in the first place. But what about Druscilla losing the ASC Title to Father Nathan and her sobbing apology to him afterward?
Eric Dillinger - What about it?
Michael Albertson - Well, hell, she's just retreated to England since. Call me old fashioned, but I remember a time when you didn’t like someone in this business you just didn’t like them. There was no respect, just mutual hatred.
Eric Dillinger - Don’t worry, I think Ryven and Umbrage have some of that going.
Michael Albertson - Speaking of Umbrage, how about that Riot Act?
Eric Dillinger - Meh, I’ve felt worse. The only thing that hurt me in the All In was that table from Damian Knight who I plan on repaying in kind.
Michael Albertson - Been awhile since you felt that one, eh?
Eric Dillinger - Definitely. Was totally unprepared to feel the unforgiving wood again.
Michael Albertson - And the award for the gayest comment of the year goes to—
Eric Dillinger - Sonovabitch…
(Eric shakes his head as the audience shares a laugh with Michael and the Bastard Icon.)
Eric Dillinger - Anyway! We got a great show tonight. Three guests who all got some big news for the entirety of WMW.
Michael Albertson - Let’s bring out the first guy, already!
Eric Dillinger - Fine, fine. I know him fairly well, you know him Mike… and, let’s face it, he’s got the personality of a marmot. Welcome to the show, Jordan “The Executioner” Keyser!
(Jordan Keyser makes his entrance wearing a black suit with a red shirt and tie underneath. The fans give him a less than warm welcoming into the arena.)
Eric Dillinger - Welcome to the show, man.
Jordan Keyser - Yeah, sure. Its wonderful to be here, I suppose.
Michael Albertson - Long time no see.
Eric Dillinger - So I’ve been meaning to ask you, man, what brought you to WMW?
Jordan Keyser - Well, since the WTF went under, I've been out of wrestling completely, and I missed it. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed spending time with my daughter, managing my stock in ESN, and hitting the World Poker Tour, but you know as well as I do. After you've gotten a taste of what it's like in the ring, that never leaves you. This place looked like it provided some good competition, and I thought I'd give it a try. Plus there were some old...ah...friends...that I couldn't resist stepping into the ring with one more time.
Michael Albertson - What do you think of the place so far?
[Keyser shrugs.]
Jordan Keyser - I don't have much good to say about it. The roster is about half as talented as I was led to believe.
Eric Dillinger - There’s one thing that’s been bugging me, though, and that’s why weren’t you in the All-In challenge?
Jordan Keyser - Oh, excellent question. Why wasn't I involved in a massive cluster fuck with a group of people that would want nothing more than to hit me while my back is turned? Shit, Eric, I can't think of a good reason why I wasn't involved, really...
Eric Dillinger - Yea? Well, I could have used the help.
Michael Albertson - He needs all the help he can get.
Eric Dillinger - Well, Jordan and I have reached an agreement. He’s going to watch my back and I’m going to watch his.
Michael Albertson - Does that mean you two are going to keep teaming together?
Jordan Keyser - No, Mike...its means we're starting a knitting club... Of course we're still going to team up.
Michael Albertson - That’s a horrible idea.
Eric Dillinger - What the hell? Why?
Michael Albertson - I don’t know I just felt like knocking you down a peg or two.
Jordan Keyser - Use your head, Albertson. Can you remember two wrestlers from the WTF that were as dominant as Eric and I in the tag division? We spent two years beating each other around the ring, trading the Tag titles back and forth like eight year olds playing hot potato. We've held the WTF tag titles a combined nine times over the span of seven years. There hasn't been a time in either of our careers that we weren't in contention for tag belts. Combine that with the fact that we're two of the most decorated wrestlers in the history of the WTF, and you have a lethal combination. We've got brains, as evidenced by the fact that the two of us were far more successful at running the WTF than our lackwit owner, Vance Bonesteel. When Eric and I partnered to run the place, it was as successful as it had ever been...
Michael Albertson - Yea, but didn’t Eric end up hitting you over the head with a chair at the Xtreme Rumble?
Eric Dillinger - Water under the bridge.
Jordan Keyser - Heh, sure Eric. Water under the bridge...
Eric Dillinger - Anywho, I'll tell you about someone who you probably won't be having water under the bridge with come Graveyard Shift.
Jordan Keyser - And that is?
Eric Dillinger - My next guest, the current Heartlands Champion. Folks, welcome to the show Hecate!
[Hecate comes out wearing an ankle length black leather duster with a Jade Dragon and Silver Owl air brushed on the back each arm. Underneath she wears a pair of jeans tucked into jump boots and a Daughters of Darkness official T-shirt.]
Eric Dillinger - Welcome, girl friend.
Hecate - [Nodding her head to both Eric and Michael] Eric, Michael, thanks for having me on.
Eric Dillinger - So what’s new in the world of Hecate?
Hecate - Outside of always improving my arsenal inside the ring, I've been working with WMW management on some exciting things for the Heartlands and Tag divisions.
Eric Dillinger - Coming off of Ground Hog’s Slay were you happy with how the All In Challenge turned out for you?
Hecate - It's always a disappointment to not come out victorious in a match, you know what I mean by that Eric but the All In Challenge is such a chaotic match, and being one of the smallest competitors in the match, I think had a decently strong showing. Granted I would have loved to last down towards the end and perhaps have been the one to take out Adam Pyre.
Eric Dillinger - Congrats on the win over Damian Knight, but looking forward do you think you’re prepared to take on Jordan over here?
Hecate - [Grins a bit] I wouldn't have gone to Sault St. Marie and requested the match if I wasn't prepared for Jordan, the question you should be asking is, will Jordan be prepared for the fury he's unleashed by getting involved in my match.
Eric Dillinger - You’re teaming with Jade in the WWA Tag Team event. How’re things working out with the new partner?
Hecate - Jade and myself have been working hard to get in sync with each other and becoming a solid tag team and we've shocked ourselves a bit with how well we have been teaming. It's sorta like the feeling they have always been there beside you, a bit shocking at times.
Eric Dillinger - So when do y’all go for the Midwest Tag Titles?
Hecate - We've been entered into the next Midwest Tag League and the winner of that gets a shot at the tag titles.
Eric Dillinger - Well, I have to interject and say Jordan and I will be there to head you off in that quest for the titles when we get the chance.
Jordan Keyser - Got that right.
Hecate - At that time the best team that night will win, but I'm confident Jade and myself will be able to counter anything you and Keyser bring to the ring.
Michael Albertson - And your rebuttle?
Eric Dillinger - I look forward to it. Anyone that can beat Audrie in the ring has at least caught my attention in WMW. But since we're on the subject of opponents is there anyone you haven’t faced in WMW that you want to face off against soon?
Hecate - Sooner or later, WMW will toss Valora and myself in the ring one on one, it's something people want to see and I think it can be one spectacular match. One person I'm looking forward to getting into the ring as soon as possible is Adam Pyre.
Michael Albertson - So where do you stand with Adam Pyre? Do you think he had anything to do with you being laid out at GS 107?
Hecate - Adam Pyre...things are not settled between us, but I've been told by WMW management they will be booking a match between us soon. As for what happened at GS 107, I wouldn't put it past him, but it doesn't quite have his style. For all I know, it could be whoever is leaving me all these presents.
Eric Dillinger - I think it's my opponent for Graveyard Shift, but we'll see what unfolds from that.
Michael Albertson - Eric, I think it's time we bring out Outlaw Biker.
Eric Dillinger - Fine. Let’s bring out our last guest. I don’t know why he’s on the show, but he’s got something to announce to the world. Everyone, Outlaw Biker.
Jordan Keyser - I don't have much good to say about it. The roster is about half as talented as I was led to believe.
Eric Dillinger - There’s one thing that’s been bugging me, though, and that’s why weren’t you in the All-In challenge?
Jordan Keyser - Oh, excellent question. Why wasn't I involved in a massive cluster fuck with a group of people that would want nothing more than to hit me while my back is turned? Shit, Eric, I can't think of a good reason why I wasn't involved, really...
Eric Dillinger - Yea? Well, I could have used the help.
Michael Albertson - He needs all the help he can get.
Eric Dillinger - Well, Jordan and I have reached an agreement. He’s going to watch my back and I’m going to watch his.
Michael Albertson - Does that mean you two are going to keep teaming together?
Jordan Keyser - No, Mike...its means we're starting a knitting club... Of course we're still going to team up.
Michael Albertson - That’s a horrible idea.
Eric Dillinger - What the hell? Why?
Michael Albertson - I don’t know I just felt like knocking you down a peg or two.
Jordan Keyser - Use your head, Albertson. Can you remember two wrestlers from the WTF that were as dominant as Eric and I in the tag division? We spent two years beating each other around the ring, trading the Tag titles back and forth like eight year olds playing hot potato. We've held the WTF tag titles a combined nine times over the span of seven years. There hasn't been a time in either of our careers that we weren't in contention for tag belts. Combine that with the fact that we're two of the most decorated wrestlers in the history of the WTF, and you have a lethal combination. We've got brains, as evidenced by the fact that the two of us were far more successful at running the WTF than our lackwit owner, Vance Bonesteel. When Eric and I partnered to run the place, it was as successful as it had ever been...
Michael Albertson - Yea, but didn’t Eric end up hitting you over the head with a chair at the Xtreme Rumble?
Eric Dillinger - Water under the bridge.
Jordan Keyser - Heh, sure Eric. Water under the bridge...
Eric Dillinger - Anywho, I'll tell you about someone who you probably won't be having water under the bridge with come Graveyard Shift.
Jordan Keyser - And that is?
Eric Dillinger - My next guest, the current Heartlands Champion. Folks, welcome to the show Hecate!
[Hecate comes out wearing an ankle length black leather duster with a Jade Dragon and Silver Owl air brushed on the back each arm. Underneath she wears a pair of jeans tucked into jump boots and a Daughters of Darkness official T-shirt.]
Eric Dillinger - Welcome, girl friend.
Hecate - [Nodding her head to both Eric and Michael] Eric, Michael, thanks for having me on.
Eric Dillinger - So what’s new in the world of Hecate?
Hecate - Outside of always improving my arsenal inside the ring, I've been working with WMW management on some exciting things for the Heartlands and Tag divisions.
Eric Dillinger - Coming off of Ground Hog’s Slay were you happy with how the All In Challenge turned out for you?
Hecate - It's always a disappointment to not come out victorious in a match, you know what I mean by that Eric but the All In Challenge is such a chaotic match, and being one of the smallest competitors in the match, I think had a decently strong showing. Granted I would have loved to last down towards the end and perhaps have been the one to take out Adam Pyre.
Eric Dillinger - Congrats on the win over Damian Knight, but looking forward do you think you’re prepared to take on Jordan over here?
Hecate - [Grins a bit] I wouldn't have gone to Sault St. Marie and requested the match if I wasn't prepared for Jordan, the question you should be asking is, will Jordan be prepared for the fury he's unleashed by getting involved in my match.
Eric Dillinger - You’re teaming with Jade in the WWA Tag Team event. How’re things working out with the new partner?
Hecate - Jade and myself have been working hard to get in sync with each other and becoming a solid tag team and we've shocked ourselves a bit with how well we have been teaming. It's sorta like the feeling they have always been there beside you, a bit shocking at times.
Eric Dillinger - So when do y’all go for the Midwest Tag Titles?
Hecate - We've been entered into the next Midwest Tag League and the winner of that gets a shot at the tag titles.
Eric Dillinger - Well, I have to interject and say Jordan and I will be there to head you off in that quest for the titles when we get the chance.
Jordan Keyser - Got that right.
Hecate - At that time the best team that night will win, but I'm confident Jade and myself will be able to counter anything you and Keyser bring to the ring.
Michael Albertson - And your rebuttle?
Eric Dillinger - I look forward to it. Anyone that can beat Audrie in the ring has at least caught my attention in WMW. But since we're on the subject of opponents is there anyone you haven’t faced in WMW that you want to face off against soon?
Hecate - Sooner or later, WMW will toss Valora and myself in the ring one on one, it's something people want to see and I think it can be one spectacular match. One person I'm looking forward to getting into the ring as soon as possible is Adam Pyre.
Michael Albertson - So where do you stand with Adam Pyre? Do you think he had anything to do with you being laid out at GS 107?
Hecate - Adam Pyre...things are not settled between us, but I've been told by WMW management they will be booking a match between us soon. As for what happened at GS 107, I wouldn't put it past him, but it doesn't quite have his style. For all I know, it could be whoever is leaving me all these presents.
Eric Dillinger - I think it's my opponent for Graveyard Shift, but we'll see what unfolds from that.
Michael Albertson - Eric, I think it's time we bring out Outlaw Biker.
Eric Dillinger - Fine. Let’s bring out our last guest. I don’t know why he’s on the show, but he’s got something to announce to the world. Everyone, Outlaw Biker.
[Outlaw Biker walks out, wearing blue jeans and a leather jacket over a red WMW t-shirt. We waves to the crowd, who give him a big pop. He walks into the ring and immediately holds his hand up as the fans cheer. He turns to Eric and Michael, and shake their hands as he sits down.]
Eric Dillinger - Welcome.
Outlaw Biker - Thanks for having me.
Michael Albertson - So, we heard you've got something to announce?
Outlaw Biker - Well, not so much announce. I guess it was just a realization that happened, and I figure it's time I come out and apologize to the fans and to the company for what I've become. You don't get many chances in this business, but for one reason or another, I seem to have been handed quite a bit - and... again, for one reason or another, I let it slip away.
Michael Albertson - You're not retiring are you, here on Nothing Nice to Say, right?
Outlaw Biker - Well, not exactly. My luck has run out. I know my health is going. I don't have the same competitive drive that I once did. But, I know that if I'm going to end my career right, I've got to start now. I can't just sit behind a guy like Damien Knight, and be disrespected week in and week out. I need to leave this business on a positive note.
Eric Dillinger - A major turning point for your career, or the end the of it… Whatever… What made you come to this decision?
Outlaw Biker - It's reality, Eric. And, I've just come to accept it. 2010 will hold my last opportunity.
Michael Albertson - What was up w/ working for Damian Knight, anyway? Do you not work for him anymore?
[Biker looks down, almost shamefully as he laughs to himself.]
Outlaw Biker - No... no, I don't work for Damien Knight anymore. It was a mistake. I fell into a giant hole, and the man had the financial backing I needed to pull out of it. It's just, I've always had a hard time taking orders from people. I'm a stubborn biker from the South West. I know I don't know much more then the taste of desert air and whisky. But, never have I had the sour taste of embarrassment in my mouth like I did under Knight's wing. He took advantage of an old and desperate man, but I can't blame him. I was pitiful. I was a broken down, drunk man who let his career slip away. And, that's just not how I want to be remembered.
Eric Dillinger - Post wrestling career, what are you going to do with your life?
Outlaw Biker - I suppose the only thing left for me to do after I leave Wrestling Midwest, is to ride away towards the sunset. But, 2010 isn't over. The last ride of Outlaw Biker will begin at Ides of March.
Michael Albertson - Ides of March, huh? Any special plans for Damien Knight?
Outlaw Biker - Look, I can't blame Damien Knight for treating me like he has. Nor do I really feel it's necessary to get back at him. He helped me out, regardless of how he made me feel. He got me back on my feet. So, no - I don't think I'll be taking on Damien Knight. But I will be asking the company for one last opportunity. And hopefully, they'll give me something that will begin my journey.
Eric Dillinger - Guys, what’s your take on this?
Jordan Keyser - Meh...
Hecate - I don't like Damian Knight, everyone knows that by now...and I've kicked his ass enough this last month that I'm still trying to get stains out of my boots. Outlaw, he bought you like a piece of meat and used you as such. To Damian, you were no different than slave labor, and you need to call him out on it. Plus it will make you feel a lot better kicking his ass around the ring, and that hag he calls a wife.
Michael Albertson - Well, I for one will be looking forward to the final run of the Outlaw Biker. Good luck on finding the respect you so desperately are looking for at the eclipse of your career.
Eric Dillinger - I'm sorry, let's cut the shit right now. Outlaw Biker... you really have drug yourself through the mud and I think I speak for everyone in the arena tonight when I say no one gives a damn about the eclipse of your career.
Michael Albertson - Eric--
Eric Dillinger - No. The whole time I've been watching WMW I've seen another washed up old timer who straight up sold out because reality finally hit him. You made bad decisions in your career prior to this and you ended up sucking on the teet of Damien Knight just to get by. Now, all of a sudden, you realize how important self respect is and its time to make ammends? Bull shit.
Michael Albertson - Come on. You can't say you've never backed yourself into a hole before? Made any mistakes?
Outlaw Biker - No, no. Let him talk.
Eric Dillinger - Sure, who doesn't have regrets? But y'know something I have never done anything to tarnish my legacy in the ring. You, OB, remind me of the washed hacks from the 80's who rolled into the 90's forgetting what needed to be done for the business but you put up the glass ceiling to keep the next generation down. It's no surprise to me what got you here.
Outlaw Biker - Here? You mean, at this point in my career, acceptant that I've made mistakes and ready to make good for the things that I've done wrong? Or you mean here...
[He looks around with a smirk.]
Outlaw Biker - Here... on this second rate show? Well, I am here... on this second rate show because WMW no longer lets me into the second half of their shows anymore. That's why I'm here.
Eric Dillinger - I'll break your fucking hip, old man.
Michael Albertson - Guys, guys... Let's calm down.
Eric Dillinger - You calm down.
Michael Albertson - Well, Outlaw Biker is back in it to make one last run of things in WMW and we should all wish him the best of luck.
Eric Dillinger - Fine. OB... good luck, you're going to need it.
Outlaw Biker - My luck has run out. It's time to make the most of what I've got left to give.
Eric Dillinger - And all right folks. That's Nothing Nice to Say, I'm Eric--
Michael Albertson - Wait... you didn't ask anyone if they'd like to punch someone in the face?
Eric Dillinger - Oh yea... Quickly, round table, go!
Jordan Keyser - Bill Nye.
Eric Dillinger - The Science Guy?
Hecate - Whoever came up with the bright idea to design an unsafe luge track at the Olympics and whoever forgot to frakkin test it properly. Inexcusable to see an young athlete die like that.
Outlaw Biker - That's the sport, though, Hecate. It's a shame it happened, but it's part of the risk of sliding down a chute at 90 miles an hour. Now... the guys who decided to air the footage over and over again not even hours after it happened. They... they should get punched in the face.
Eric Dillinger - I'm the Bastard Icon, that's Michael Albertson, and this was Nothing Nice to Say. Thanks for coming out!
Eric Dillinger - I'm the Bastard Icon, that's Michael Albertson, and this was Nothing Nice to Say. Thanks for coming out!
[The scene fades.]
Wone vs. Eric Dillinger
Written by Garvin
[The shot opens back up at ringside as Wone walks down to the ring as "Our Truth" by Lacuna Coil plays over the speakers.]
Wayne Inkster - The following contest is set for one fall and has a 15-minute time limit. Heading to the ring, he stands at 6'2" and 226lbs. From Purgatory, Maine, he is... Wone!
[The crowd gives him a mixed reaction. He leaps up on to it grabbing the top rope with both hands. Finally he gazes out over the crowd before leaping over the top rope and in to the ring. He heads for the far corner and puts his back up against the turnbuckles. He kneels down on one knee to wait for the start of the match.]
Wayne Inkster - And his opponent...
["Never Let It Die," by Hatebreed starts up as Eric Dillinger steps out onto the ramp way. He seemingly moves to the pounding rhythm of the music as he slaps the hands of a few fans, keeping focused on the ring.]
Wayne Inkster - He stands at 6'5" and weighs in at 255lbs. From San Antonio, Texas, he is... Eric... Dillinger!
[Eric points the camera at a fan who holds a sign that reads "The Bastard Has Landed!". Eric high fives the fan and makes his way to the ring. As Eric reaches the ring he hops up onto the apron and faces the crowd. He looks them over and takes in their cheers before moving through the middle rope and taking his place in the middle of the ring where he crosses spreads his arms and looks up at the ceiling as if bathing in the flashes from the cameras in the arena.]
Jack Gene - And we are just in time for our next contest. It's Wone taking on Eric Dillinger. And, it seems like Eric Dillinger and Outlaw Biker were almost at eachother's throats if it wasn't for Michael Albertson at Nothing Nice to Say.
Bill Hughes - Well, if I were Eric Dillinger, I wouldn't give Outlaw Biker the time of day. Biker is lucky to even have the opportunity to be on the show, let alone, be in WMW at all. Especially after what we saw the last few months. He should go back to being on the shelf.
[The music fades as both fighters look across the ring at one another. Referee Stephen Tyler calls for the bell.]
Jack Gene - Well... and referee Stephen Tyler not wasting any time. Here we go. Wone vs. Eric Dillinger.
[They lock up and Dillinger immediately pushes Wone into the corner. Tyler breaks it up relatively quickly, and forces both fighters to get back to the center of the ring.]
Jack Gene - Both of these guys, making it known that they want to go after the Ace Superior Championship. They're both looking for that shot at Ides of March in just a few weeks. But, looking at the Leaderboard, Wone has a very sizable lead.
Bill Hughes - Well, definitely. I think Wone was sitting at 6 points. Even more points than the current Champion, Father Nathan.
[They lock up once again, and once again, Eric Dillinger forces him into the corner.]
Bill Hughes - Eric must win here tonight if he wants to even be considered for that shot. With a win tonight, he cuts Wone's lead in half.
Jack Gene - Dillinger is the stronger of the two here, once again pushing Wone back into the corner. Oh! And he just slaps Wone across the face.
[The crowd pops at this, but Wone immediately pushes out of the corner and slams a stiff kick to Eric's side. Eric stumbles back, before regaining his balance. He charges Wone with a clothesline, but Wone ducks. As he turns around, he slams a spinning kick to Eric's midsection, which causes him to fall back into the corner.]
Jack Gene - And Wone, getting some good offense here in the early goings of the match.
[Wone charges Eric in the corner and hits a forearm smash. He pulls Eric out of the corner and goes for a bulldog, but Eric counters by pushing him off. As Wone turns around to face Eric, Eric takes him down with a clothesline.]
Jack Gene - And Eric Dillinger takes him down with a clothesline.
[Wone slowly gets back to his feet. As he turns back towards Eric, Eric slams a right hand into the side of his head. He follows it up with a boot to the midsection. He grabs a hold of him with a front face lock, and then slams him over with a snap suplex. He quickly makes the cover. Stephen Tyler gets into position to start the count.]
Jack Gene - Dillinger has the cover! ...1! And Wone pushes out of the pin.
[Eric quickly pulls up Wone and slams another right hand into the side of his head. He then boots Wone into the midsection, and without hesitation lifts up Wone onto his shoulders.]
Jack Gene - And Eric Dillinger has him up! Looks like he's going for a powerbomb... no!
Bill Hughes - Holy... oh my!
Jack Gene - And Wone countered it with a sitout facecrusher. And Eric Dillinger is stunned.
[Wone quickly gets to his feet as Eric Dillinger gets to his knees, holding his head. Wone walks to the corner and climbs up. As Eric pushes himself up to his feet, Wone jumps from the top rope and hits a moonsault. He holds on for a pin.]
Jack Gene - Moonsault! Moonsault by Wone! And here's the pin! ...1! ...2! And Eric Dillinger is able to kick out.
[As Eric pulls himself up, Wone grabs him and pushes him up against the ropes. Wone goes for an irish whip, but Eric reverses it, sending Wone charging across the ring. As Wone bounces off the ropes, Eric goes for a clothesline, but Wone ducks it. He spins Eric around, and boots him in the midsection. He locks on a front face lock, and goes for a DDT, but Eric blocks it and pushes him off. Eric goes for another clothesline, but Wone catches him with a right hand. And another. He bounces off the ropes and throws himself through the air with a flying forearm, which sends Eric to the outside.]
Jack Gene - And Wone with a forearm shot! Wone is not interested in losing any ground in the ASC race here tonight against Eric Dillinger.
[As Eric walks along the outside, Wone charges the ropes. He bounces off the opposite end, and as he charges back, he pushes past the ref and executes a suicide plancha through the ropes and slams head first into Eric, sending both down to the floor outside. Wone immediately bounces back up and screams as the crowd commends him for the aerial work.]
Jack Gene - A suicide dive! That got the fans on their feet. (...1!) Looks like Tyler is starting the count.
[(...2!) Wone quickly pulls up Eric and hits a knife edge chop. He grabs him the back of the head and moves him closer to the ring, (...3!) but then Eric hits a back elbow, before slamming a knee into his midsection.]
Bill Hughes - Wone can do some death-defying things, (...4!) but going to the outside with Eric Dillinger was probably a bad idea.
[(...5!) As Wone holds his midsection in pain, Eric charges forward and takes him down with a clothesline. (...6!) He quickly slides into the ring, and then back out to break the count. He smiles as Wone pulls himself up to his knees. (...1!) Eric grabs Wone by the hair and lifts him up. He punches him with a right hand before locking on a front facelock. (...2!) He then goes for a suplex, but Wone counters.]
Jack Gene - Dillinger is trying to suplex Wone here on the outside. (...3!) But Wone doing what he can to block it.
[(...4!) Wone with a punch to the midsection, and then another. Eric drops his grip. (...5!) As he stumbles backwards, Wone jumps towards him with a sidekick, that takes him back down to the mat. (...6!) Wone quickly climbs onto the apron. He tries to get into the ring, but Eric jumps up and grabs him by the leg. He pulls him back out of the ring.]
Jack Gene - And Eric doesn't seem to be done fighting on the outside. He's bringing Wone back out!
[He smashes Wone with a right hand, but Wone returns with a punch of his own. He climbs back onto the apron, but Eric slams a forearm into his back causing Wone to fall against the ropes. Eric gets underneath Wone.]
Jack Gene - Oh no... Eric is going for a powerbomb... but Wone kicks him away. Wone holds steady onto the ropes and... OH!
Bill Hughes - Moonsault!
Jack Gene - Wone hits a springboard moonsault and just leveled him!
[Wone quickly grabs Eric and pulls him up. He rolls him into the ring and slides in.]
Jack Gene - And Wone's got a pin. Here's the count! ...1! ...2! ...No! Eric kicks out!
[Wone sits up onto his knees, unsure of how Eric kicked out. He stands up and pulls up Eric. He whips him into the ropes, but as Eric hits the ropes, he holds on. Wone quickly charges, but Eric lowers his shoulder and shoots Wone over the top.]
Jack Gene - Over the top ...no! Wone caught himself. He's on the apron! Eric turns around, and Wone with a right hand that sends Eric backwards. And here comes Wone. He jumps onto the top rope, springboard... NO! Eric blocked it and caught him. He's got him up and he's going for a Death Valley Driver! But Wone slides off! And Wone with a dropkick!
Bill Hughes - This is back and forth here! Neither of these guys will give up!
[Eric falls into the corner. Wone quickly charges, but is met with an elbow to the face, which sends him stumbling backwards.]
Jack Gene - Oh my! What a shot by Eric Dillinger. He's got Wone reeling here. And, Eric is going for a full nelson, but Wone is fighting it! No! Wone breaks free!
[Wone pushes off of Eric. He charges the ropes again. As he bounces off, he goes for a running clothesline, but Eric ducks it and catches him in a Full Nelson.
Bill Hughes - He's got it!
Jack Gene - He's got the Full Nelson on and... OH! Just slams him down to the mat! Punk 'N Disorderly by Eric Dillinger! And here's the cover! ...1! ...2! ...3! It's over!
[Just then, "Never Let It Die," by Hatebreed blasts from the PA as Eric Dillinger stands up and leans up against the ropes holding his hands high in the air. The crowd pops.]
Wayne Inkster - Here is your winner... Eric... Dillinger!
Jack Gene - My god, what a match put on by these two fighters. Back and forth the entire match, but Eric Dillinger able to capitalize with that Full Nelson Slam. The Drunk 'N Disorderly.
[Wone pushes himself up to his knees, and Eric immediately walks up to him. He helps him up.]
Jack Gene - And... apparently, Eric Dillinger showing a sign of sportsmanship here, lifting up Wone.
Bill Hughes - Well, he's full a class, that guy is.
[Just then, Dillinger slaps Wone across the face, before turning and rolling out of the ring. He walks up the ramp as Wone holds his cheek.]
Jack Gene - What? He just... he just slapped Wone across the face!
Bill Hughes - Oh, come on Jack. It was a friendly slap.
[Wone tries to go after him, but the ref stops him.]
Jack Gene - Whatever it was, I think he just made it very apparent that this feud is just starting.
Bill Hughes - Well, obviously, Jack. If he wants to fight Father Nathan for the Ace SUperior Championship, he'll have to go through Wone, and most likely, vice versa.
Jack Gene - Stay tuned.
[The scene fades as Eric continues to walk up the ramp. Wone reluctantly stays in the ring as the ref holds him back.]
Big Easy and the Far East?
[The scene opens up to show Gras-Dawg walking around backstage, when he comes across Jade and smiles.]
Gras-Dawg - Hey,Hey Hey, girl! What's shakin?
[Jade looks confused by this and looks around the hallway.]
Jade - I believe nothing is shaking. The ground and building seem quite stable.
[Gras-Dawg just stares at her in amazement, leading to several moments of awkward silence.]
Gras-Dawg - Umm, no girl...I mean.. that's a greetin' ya know? Like...Hi.
Jade - Ah. Hello. Now was there something I could do for you?
[Gras-Dawg smiles.]
Gras-Dawg - Oh ho, Ma chérie, I think there be a great many tings we could do for each oter but dats not why I'm here at the moment.
[Jade tilts her head to the side curiously as she watches him.]
Jade - What does that mean? 'Ma Cherie?'
[Gras-Dawg grins and nods his head impressed.]
Gras-Dawg - Not bad, you speak da cajun french pretty well ya? It's a phrase we use to politely describe a beautiful woman like yoself.
Jade - Ah. So you meant to compliment Hecate's beauty while threatening to take her Heartlands championship from her? Or is the meaning of the phrase dependent on context in which it's used?
[Gras-Dawg looks at Jade completely and utterly confused.]
Gras-Dawg - Uh..yeah... suppose it is dependent on context or whateva, but I didn't come for all dat. I just come to say I meant it when I said you might just be de most beautiful woman in WMW. Ya know my ma always siad that beauty in a woman was defined by physical looks and grace, and girl you got all kinds of grace don't ya? I mean you move so...
[Gras-Dawg shakes his head in amazement.]
Gras-Dawg - I mean, you put Bruce Li and Jet Li and all dem oter Li's to shame girl! I saw you at da tag wars... tose fellas didn't what da hell hell hit them you were kickin' dem from so many directions. It was a ting of beauty.
[Jade blushes a bit and nods.]
Jade - Umm t..thank you. You have potential to be quite impressive yourself.
[Gras-Dawg smiles and nods.]
Gras-Dawg - Well tank you. I'm jus a boy from Louisiana tryin' to make an honest livin' and not have to end up back on da street. I got a question though, if I may. If Wone and Keyser hadn't gotten up in our business... tink I woulda maybe won dat match?
[Jade gets a thoughtful expression on her face.]
Jade - Hard to say for sure. You had Hecate on the ropes more then I've ever seen her, but she, like me, has a great ability to make comebacks. I can't say for sure, but I think you would have had a good chance, but Hecate still could have won that match without the interference. Your main weakness, Gras-Dawg is that you're a street fighter. You telegraph your moves... you're clumsy to someone like Hecate or myself that have spent our entire lives fighting. Right now, you're above average athletic ability is what is helping you overcome that.
[Gras-Dawg smirks and shakes his head a bit, looking towards the floor.]
Gras-Dawg - Fair enough. Well, tank you for de lovely chat dere Jade. I gotta get on and get ready for my tag team match. I meant what I said bout AWS Man too. Any man dat had a chance wit you and blew it... whew whee, dat be a dumb cat right dere. I'm gonna go on and get outta here but lemme give you someting. You ever need my help for anyting, anyting at all, you go head and give a call ya? I be dere in a flash.
[Gras-Dawg hands a small business card to Jade who blushes again and watches him as he walks off before heading back into her locker room.]
Gras-Dawg - Hey,Hey Hey, girl! What's shakin?
[Jade looks confused by this and looks around the hallway.]
Jade - I believe nothing is shaking. The ground and building seem quite stable.
[Gras-Dawg just stares at her in amazement, leading to several moments of awkward silence.]
Gras-Dawg - Umm, no girl...I mean.. that's a greetin' ya know? Like...Hi.
Jade - Ah. Hello. Now was there something I could do for you?
[Gras-Dawg smiles.]
Gras-Dawg - Oh ho, Ma chérie, I think there be a great many tings we could do for each oter but dats not why I'm here at the moment.
[Jade tilts her head to the side curiously as she watches him.]
Jade - What does that mean? 'Ma Cherie?'
[Gras-Dawg grins and nods his head impressed.]
Gras-Dawg - Not bad, you speak da cajun french pretty well ya? It's a phrase we use to politely describe a beautiful woman like yoself.
Jade - Ah. So you meant to compliment Hecate's beauty while threatening to take her Heartlands championship from her? Or is the meaning of the phrase dependent on context in which it's used?
[Gras-Dawg looks at Jade completely and utterly confused.]
Gras-Dawg - Uh..yeah... suppose it is dependent on context or whateva, but I didn't come for all dat. I just come to say I meant it when I said you might just be de most beautiful woman in WMW. Ya know my ma always siad that beauty in a woman was defined by physical looks and grace, and girl you got all kinds of grace don't ya? I mean you move so...
[Gras-Dawg shakes his head in amazement.]
Gras-Dawg - I mean, you put Bruce Li and Jet Li and all dem oter Li's to shame girl! I saw you at da tag wars... tose fellas didn't what da hell hell hit them you were kickin' dem from so many directions. It was a ting of beauty.
[Jade blushes a bit and nods.]
Jade - Umm t..thank you. You have potential to be quite impressive yourself.
[Gras-Dawg smiles and nods.]
Gras-Dawg - Well tank you. I'm jus a boy from Louisiana tryin' to make an honest livin' and not have to end up back on da street. I got a question though, if I may. If Wone and Keyser hadn't gotten up in our business... tink I woulda maybe won dat match?
[Jade gets a thoughtful expression on her face.]
Jade - Hard to say for sure. You had Hecate on the ropes more then I've ever seen her, but she, like me, has a great ability to make comebacks. I can't say for sure, but I think you would have had a good chance, but Hecate still could have won that match without the interference. Your main weakness, Gras-Dawg is that you're a street fighter. You telegraph your moves... you're clumsy to someone like Hecate or myself that have spent our entire lives fighting. Right now, you're above average athletic ability is what is helping you overcome that.
[Gras-Dawg smirks and shakes his head a bit, looking towards the floor.]
Gras-Dawg - Fair enough. Well, tank you for de lovely chat dere Jade. I gotta get on and get ready for my tag team match. I meant what I said bout AWS Man too. Any man dat had a chance wit you and blew it... whew whee, dat be a dumb cat right dere. I'm gonna go on and get outta here but lemme give you someting. You ever need my help for anyting, anyting at all, you go head and give a call ya? I be dere in a flash.
[Gras-Dawg hands a small business card to Jade who blushes again and watches him as he walks off before heading back into her locker room.]
AWS Man & Adam Pyre vs. Gras-Dawg & Mo' Bad
Written by AWS Man
Wayne Inkster – The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is part of the Midwest Tag League 3 tournament! Introducing first ... hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana and A Street Called Bad Lands ... weighing in with a combined weight of 515 pounds ... they are the team of GRAAAS-DAAAWWWG AND MOOOOO’ BAAAAAD!
["Safe 2 Say" by Fat Joe kicks in as Mo' Bad makes his way from behind the curtain, sporting a doo-rag and loose fitting, camo-decorated tights (think Sabu) with long dark colored boots. His MMA style gloves fit around a bottled water as he nonchalantly stops a few steps away from the entrance and looks over at one of the fans and shakes some of his water leaving many in the front row soaked and angry. "Get Up" by 50 Cent then plays over the speakers and Gras-Dawg walks out with a cocky strut, holding a mic and singing/rapping along to the lyrics. He wears baggy jeans worn below his hips and a baggy New Orleans Saints Jersey with a Saints hat tilted sideways on his head. The tag partners turn to each other and nod before heading down the ramp together.]
Jack Gene – Here we go with out first MTL match of the night, with the team of Mo’ Bad and Gras-Dawg taking on the stranger half of That Damn Awesome, AWS Man (also known as Bill) and Adam Pyre. These two teamed for the first time last week and seemed to really gel, and they’re looking to continue their success this week with a win over the WMW veterans.
Bill Hughes – No way in hell that’s happening. I used to like both these guys, but when they’re together it’s almost like they’re pandering to the crowd. Look at Gras-Dawg, playing to the fans by trying to rap. It’s pathetic.
Jack Gene – But he’s always done that, Bill. That’s how he makes his entrance.
Bill Hughes – Then I guess I’m just now realizing how stupid he looks doing it.
[Mo’ Bad and Gras-Dawg slide into the ring and head over to their corner, where Gras-Dawg removes his bling and tucks it into his pockets as Mo’ Bad rests against the ropes.]
Wayne Inkster – And their opponents ... hailing from Freakville, North Carolina and Long Beach, California, respectively ... at a combined weight of 458 pounds ... representing That Damn Awesome!, they are AWS MAN (ALSO KNOWN AS BIIILLLL) AND ADAAAAM PYYYYYRRRRE!
[‘Three Point One Four’ by the Bloodhound Gang plays as AWS Man (also known as Bill) walks out with Pen in his hand. He pauses at the top of the stage to absorb the fans’ boos, and looks back over his shoulder for Adam Pyre to catch up. The King of Freaks walks out with his trademark psychopathic grin, although his appearance does garner a few cheers. The two members of TDA! walk deliberately down the ramp, not responding to the audience one way or another.]
Jack Gene – Adam Pyre and AWS Man are still looking for that elusive first win as a team. They seemed to have the majority of their match last week against Kronin and Ryven in hand, but had things turned around on them at the end.
Bill Hughes – You mean *Pyre* had things turned around on him. He’s definitely the weak link in their team, which AWS Man is smart not to let him forget.
Jack Gene – I don’t know how smart that is. There’s only so much verbal abuse anyone can take before they snap and fight back.
Bill Hughes – Pyre turn on AWS Man? Please. He’s like AWS Man’s little mohawked puppy dog.
[The members of TDA! climb into the ring and glance at their opponents. Neither seem too impressed, especially AWS Man (also known as Bill), who keeps shaking his head and laughing. He waves Pyre to get out of the ring, indicating that he’ll take care of their opponents by dusting his hands together. On the other side, Mo’ Bad and Gras-Dawg confer a moment before Gras-Dawg steps out onto the apron. The bell rings as the Insane One and Mo’ Bad face each other across the ring.]
Jack Gene – Looks like AWS Man (also known as Bill) wanted to start things off for his team. From the looks of it, he expects to make short work of Mo’ Bad.
Bill Hughes – I expect him to, too. Why wouldn’t he? AWS Man’s a four-time Great Lakes champion and a Hall of Famer. Mo’s got nothing on him.
[The two legal men start to approach each other, but suddenly Mo’ Bad runs forward to knock AWS Man (also known as Bill) down with a shoulderblock. He follows it up by dropping a knee to the forehead, right above where the Insane One’s paintball mask ends. AWS Man (also known as Bill) rolls over and scrambles up, then tries to charge into Mo’ Bad for a spear, but he gets caught in a drop toe hold. Mo’ Bad follows this up by running to the nearest turnbuckle, quickly climbing it, and flying back onto AWS Man (also known as Bill) with a moonsault to the back, garnering cheers from the crowd.]
Jack Gene – Look at Mo’ Bad take it to AWS Man! The former GLC hasn’t known what’s hit him so far!
Bill Hughes – This is bullcrap! Mo’ Bad isn’t supposed to be this good! Has he been pretending to be worse than he is his whole WMW career so far, just to take AWS Man off his game when they meet? Because ... that would be pretty brilliant.
[AWS Man (also known as Bill) gets up in a daze and goes for a wild punch, but Mo’ Bad ducks and carries the Insane One over with a German suplex. He helps AWS Man (also known as Bill) back up, only to plant him down again with a gutwrench suplex.]
Jack Gene – Mo’ Bad is still relentless on AWS Man here. The Insane One can’t even get out of the box. I don’t think he was prepared for this kind of fight at all.
Bill Hughes – It’s fine. He’s just a little slow to get going, but there’s no way Mo’ Bad will be able to pin him ... I think.
[Mo’ Bad picks AWS Man (also known as Bill) up once again and leads him into Mo’s corner, where he makes the tag to Gras-Dawg. The New Orleans wrestler steps into the ring with a cocky smirk on his face, as the crowd continues to lend his team their support. He bounces AWS Man (also known as Bill) off the ring ropes and whips him to the other side, trying for a forearm on the rebound, but the Insane One ducks. As Gras-Dawg turns back around AWS Man (also known as Bill) puts on the brakes and executes the Knock Your Freakin’ Head Off, but Gras-Dawg sidesteps in, grabs the leg, and kicks the Insane One’s other leg out from under him. He immediately yanks his opponent back up and lifts him into a fallaway slam.]
Jack Gene – Gras-Dawg is in now, and already using his power to good effect. He’s the largest man in the ring by a good amount, and AWS Man’s going to have trouble combating his size after the beating he’s already taken in this brief match.
Bill Hughes – Do you always have to act like such a know-it-all? You don’t know AWS Man can’t turn things around here. He’s got an excellent track record against larger opponents.
Jack Gene – That may be, but right now I think he needs to make a tag and recoup.
[Gras-Dawg bounces off the ropes and leaps onto AWS Man (also known as Bill) with a big splash that leaves the Insane One holding his gut. Gras-Dawg gets behind his opponent and waits for him to slowly stand; when he does, Gras-Dawg grabs him in a full nelson, then falls forward for a facebuster. He rolls AWS Man (also known as Bill) over for a cover, which Stephen Tyler drops down to make. 1 ... 2 ... But the Insane One kicks out.]
Jack Gene – Two count already on AWS Man. Still think he doesn’t need to tag out, Bill?
Bill Hughes – I think he knows what he’s doing in there a lot better than you, so you just need to shut up and stop distracting him! AWS Man has very good hearing, you know.
Jack Gene – Hmm, guess that’s how he heard you call him a B-word at Groundhog Slay and proceeded to beat the tar out of you.
Bill Hughes – That was a misunderstanding!
[Gras-Dawg backs up as AWS Man (also known as Bill) gets up again, and with the Insane One still bent over, goes for a scissors kick. But AWS Man straightens up and grabs Gras-Dawg’s foot. He takes a moment to taunt now that he finally has the upper hand, but Gras-Dawg suddenly reverses into an enziguiri.]
Bill Hughes – Crap, I didn’t know he could pull a move like that off! That guy’s almost 300 pounds!
Jack Gene – Gras-Dawg’s very athletic, Bill. And the fans are showing their appreciating for that athleticism right now.
[Gras-Dawg laughs and takes a moment to acknowledge the crowd’s cheers, which he seems a little surprised by. He goes to lift AWS Man (also known as Bill) up again, but the Insane One takes him off his feet with a fireman’s carry. Gras-Dawg pops back up to his feet after being taken down for the first time this match, but AWS Man (also known as Bill) hits him with a couple stiff side kicks to the leg, backing Gras-Dawg up into the ropes. He whips him towards the other side, but Gras-Dawg reverses. Instead of rebounding off the ropes, AWS Man (also known as Bill) jumps and springboards off the middle rope into a moonsault that carries him over and past Gras-Dawg, grabbing his head on the way down for a reverse DDT.]
Bill Hughes – Finally! I mean, awesome move by AWS Man! I knew he was just biding his time this match.
Jack Gene – Right. Because it’s not like he hit that move out of desperation or anything.
[Gras-Dawg gets right back up, but moving a little more slowly this time. AWS Man (also known as Bill) quickly locks on a headlock and twists his hips to take Gras-Dawg back down to the mat. He bounces off the nearby ropes and, as Gras-Dawg sits back up, plants both feet in his face with a running dropkick.]
Bill Hughes – Ha ha, yes! AWS Man might be able to win this match on his own after all.
Jack Gene – Keep dreaming, Jack. AWS Man’s looking good right now, but it’s only his pride that’s keeping him from tagging out. He’s got to be in a lot of pain after all the punishment he took earlier. I mean, he’s still down on the mat himself after delivering that dropkick.
[Gras-Dawg rolls over and pushes himself to his feet, stumbling towards his corner to tag out. But AWS Man (also known as Bill) jumps up as well and runs up from behind, clipping Gras-Dawg’s legs out from under him with a kick to the back of his knees. After a few more stomps to the legs, the Insane One lifts Gras-Dawg up and leads him over to the TDA! corner, where he finally tags in Adam Pyre.]
Jack Gene – Pyre’s in now, and with him being completely fresh, now Gras-Dawg really needs to find a way to make a tag.
Bill Hughes – That he does. But I wouldn’t worry too much. Pyre will probably drop the ball again, since that’s what does.
Jack Gene – That seems a little harsh...
[AWS Man (also known as Bill) doesn’t exit the ring immediately; instead, he and Pyre double whip Gras-Dawg into a neutral corner. The Insane One charges in, but Gras-Dawg gets a boot up into AWS Man (also known as Bill)’s paintball mask, dropping him to the mat. As he quickly gets back up to his hands and knees, Pyre runs in and leaps off his back, sandwiching Gras-Dawg in the corner with a running front dropkick.]
Bill Hughes – Ha ha, Gras-Dawg didn’t even see that coming!
Jack Gene – What are you so excited about? I thought you just said Pyre can’t do anything right.
Bill Hughes – No, I said he always ends up dropping the ball. Big difference. But maybe the rigorous training AWS Man put him through before the match will pay off, and things will be different this week.
Jack Gene – Are you referring to when AWS Man locked Pyre in a closet with Pen, and Pyre somehow wound up bloody and unconscious?
Bill Hughes – Yeah, that’d be it.
[AWS Man (also known as Bill) finally leaves the ring as Tyler’s orders. Meanwhile Pyre, with his sick grin plastered on his face, drops down to his hands and knees and waits for Gras-Dawg to start to get up. When Gras-Dawg’s up to his hands and knees as well, Pyre rushes forward and headbutts him back down to the mat.]
Jack Gene – Well, now Pyre’s channeling past wrestlers who thought they were dogs. Makes sense.
Bill Hughes – That headbutt was especially deadly because of Pyre’s mohawk. That thing looks sharp. I wouldn’t be surprised if Gras-Dawg’s busted wide open now!
Jack Gene – ...He’s not.
Bill Hughes – Yeah, but he could have been.
[Pyre pops back up, surprised to hear a few pops from the crowd for him as well. He waits once again on Gras-Dawg to stand up.]
Bill Hughes – Is AWS Man the only one in this match *not* to get cheers? He’s the most deserving of the fans’ respect!
Jack Gene – Respect and popularity are two different things, Bill. I think most WMW fans do respect what AWS Man’s accomplished and what he still brings to the table, but the man is pretty darn unlikable ... except by you, for some reason.
[With Gras-Dawg back up, Pyre charges and tries to take him down with a hurracanrana. But Gras-Dawg catches the much smaller Pyre in the air and holds him for a moment, before slamming him into the mat with a powerbomb.]
Bill Hughes – Ah, I knew it! Pyre always finds a way to drop the ball!
Jack Gene – He made one mistake. But, it was a big one, and now Gras-Dawg has a good chance of tagging out to the very fresh Mo’ Bad.
[Gras-Dawg fell down as well after delivering the powerbomb. He begins to crawl towards his turnbuckle, but Pyre lunges and grabs him by the foot. With his free leg, Gras-Dawg begins kicking back, striking Pyre in the face several times before he finally drops his grip. Gras-Dawg then lunges and makes the tag to the outstretched hand of Mo’ Bad, who vaults over the top rope into the ring.]
Jack Gene – Here comes Mo’ Bad, and these fans sound pretty happy to see him!
Bill Hughes – The fans are gay. There, I said it.
[Pyre makes it up and lunges for Mo’ Bad with a roaring elbow, but Mo’ Bad ducks it and picks him up in a wheelbarrow suplex. He drops Pyre throat-first over the top rope, but doesn’t release him, instead using Pyre’s momentum from bouncing off the rope to turn around and allow Gras-Dawg to drive Pyre into the mat with a facebuster.]
Jack Gene – Look at that double team maneuver! This is only Gras-Dawg and Mo’ Bad’s second match as a team, and they’ve already perfected moves like that!
Bill Hughes – That was a fluke. Plus, it’s cheating. Gras-Dawg tagged out, he shouldn’t even be in there anymore!
Jack Gene – He gets five seconds after the tag, same as AWS Man did after he tagged out to Pyre. You know that, Bill.
Bill Hughes – (Imitating Jack’s voice) “You know that, Bill.” God, you’re gayer than the fans sometimes.
[Mo’ Bad stands and delivers a few boots to the prone Pyre, causing him to roll over onto his back. Mo’ Bad taunts AWS Man (also known as Bill) on the apron, then runs into the ropes and springboards off with a moonsault onto Pyre. But WMW’s resident King of Freaks gets his knees up, causing Mo’ Bad to crash and burn.]
Bill Hughes – Ha! Pyre might redeem himself in this match after all.
[Mo’ Bad struggles to get up, clutching his ribs, which makes him easy prey for Pyre to grab him from behind for a belly-to-back suplex. As Mo’ Bad rolls over and tries to get to his feet again, Pyre turns to the fans.]
Pyre – B! AND! E!
[He rebounds off the ropes and catches Mo’ Bad with a running big boot to the face, knocking him down once again.]
Jack Gene – Devastating big boot by Pyre, known simply as the B&E.
Bill Hughes – Yes, he’s redeemed! Now cover him!
[Pyre apparently doesn’t have the alleged excellent hearing of AWS Man (also known as Bill), as instead of covering Mo’ Bad, he bounces off the ropes again and delivers a running leg drop onto Mo’ Bad. After a few more boots, he picks up Mo’ Bad into a standing headscissors and walks him over to a nearby corner. Pyre lifts Mo’ Bad up into a powerbomb, slamming him back-first into the turnbuckle.]
Jack Gene – Ouch! Devastating powerbomb by Adam Pyre there, showing off his sadistic side. He’s still getting a few cheers from the crowd, but more of them seem to be rooting for a Mo’ Bad comeback.
Bill Hughes – What is that mohawked idiot doing? Just make the cover and pick up a win for once!
[Pyre drops down and seems about to follow Bill’s advice, but notices that one of Mo’ Bad’s feet is in the ropes. He shrugs and lifts Mo’ Bad back up to a standing position, then locks him in a rear waistlock. Pyre glances over his shoulder and backs up towards the turnbuckle, apparently preparing for a German suplex into the turnbuckle.]
Jack Gene – Man, if Pyre hits this he could break Mo’s back!
Bill Hughes – That’s what happens sometimes when you step in the ring with TDA! Bad things happen.
[But before Pyre can execute the move, AWS Man (also known as Bill) reaches out and slaps Pyre’s shoulder, tagging himself into the match. Pyre looks confused as his partner steps in and orders him out of the ring, but does as he’s told. The Insane One lifts up Mo’ Bad in a stalling scoop slam, then falls onto him with a corkscrew legdrop. He hooks the leg for the cover. 1 ... 2 ... 3- But Mo’ Bad gets the shoulder up.]
Jack Gene – I’m not sure why AWS Man chose that moment to tag himself in, when Pyre had their opponent in a very precarious position. I didn’t want to see Mo’ Bad’s back broken, but that move very well could have ended the match with a victory for TDA!
Bill Hughes – Hey, AWS Man knows what he’s doing. It was getting around that time where Pyre was going to screw up and get himself pinned, so AWS Man stepped in to make sure that didn’t happen.
[AWS Man (also known as Bill) waits for Mo’ Bad to get up, then takes him over with a monkey flip. He pulls Mo’ Bad up from that and hooks his arms for a butterfly suplex, but then abruptly knees Mo’ Bad in the face to knock him to the mat.]
Bill Hughes – Take That, Freakin’ Subspace! The name may still not make any sense, but the move itself makes perfect sense to finish the match right here.
[AWS Man (also known as Bill) grabs both of Mo’ Bad’s legs and flips over his head for a jackknife cover. 1 ... 2 ... But Mo’ Bad kicks out again. The Insane One gets up, shaking his head in disbelief.]
Jack Gene – A kickout! But if Mo’ Bad wasn’t in trouble before, he certainly is now. Thanks to Pyre softening Mo’ up for AWS Man, the tables have completely turned from the beginning of this match.
Bill Hughes – Maybe AWS Man was the one softening Mo’ Bad up for Pyre, by making him waste all his big moves early. Think about it.
Jack Gene – No, that’s stupid.
[AWS Man (also known as Bill) pulls Mo’ Bad back up to his feet and grabs him in a front facelock, then leaps into the air and springboards off the nearby ropes for a tornado DDT. But Mo’ Bad shoves him off in midair before the Insane One can drive his head into the mat. AWS Man (also known as Bill) lands on his feet and backpedals a few steps, then charges forward again, right into a leaping DDT from Mo’ Bad.]
Jack Gene – Mo’ Bad reverses into a high impact DDT of his own! That caught AWS Man completely off guard, and now... Yes, Mo’ Bad rolls over and lunges to make the tag to Gras-Dawg!
Bill Hughes – No, no, no! How did Pyre drop the ball when he wasn’t even the one wrestling?!
[The crowd pops loudly as Gras-Dawg steps into the ring. AWS Man (also known as Bill) gets up to his feet, just in time to get hit by a dropkick from the 6’8” wrestler. Gras-Dawg yanks the Insane One back to his feet and starts laying into him with knife-edge chops. After reeling AWS Man (also known as Bill) with several of those, Gras-Dawg boots him in the gut and backs up a few steps, then drives the Insane One’s face into the mat with a scissors kick.]
Jack Gene – Gras-Dawg is now in control of this match, and AWS Man’s on the verge of losing it for his team!
Bill Hughes – No! Don’t even joke about that!
[Gras-Dawg waits on AWS Man (also known as Bill) to crawl to the ropes and drag himself up. Gras-Dawg then begins pummeling him with alternating rights and lefts, hammering him to the mat and then turning his punches into kicks and stomps. With the Insane One turned into a crumpled heap, Gras-Dawg turns to the crowd and raises his arms, garnering another big pop.]
Jack Gene – Bourbon Street Beatdown! I don’t think AWS Man’s going to take Gras-Dawg so lightly after this match.
Bill Hughes – I’m starting to really hate this guy.
[Gras-Dawg drags AWS Man (also known as Bill) towards the center of the ring and starts to go for a cover, but sees Pyre about to get in the ring and stops. Gras-Dawg motions Adam Pyre in with the classic “Come get some” gesture, which causes Pyre to hesitate. Pyre is suddenly yanked off of the apron by Mo’ Bad, who snuck around the ring, and the two begin brawling at ringside. In the ring, Gras-Dawg picks up the Insane One and lifts him into the air with a suplex, holding him for a moment as he prepares to drop him with the Voodoo Plunge. But AWS Man (also known as Bill) reaches up and rakes Gras-Dawg’s eyes, allowing the TDA! leader to slip free and drop down behind Gras-Dawg. The Insane One then attempts to lift Gras-Dawg onto his shoulders in a reverse fireman’s carry, but Gras-Dawg plants his feet and fights it.]
Jack Gene – Looks like AWS Man’s trying for the Break Your Freakin’ Neck, but Gras-Dawg’s not going willingly.
Bill Hughes – Look, on the outside Mo’ Bad tried to whip Pyre into the ring steps, but Pyre reversed and took Mo’ Bad out! Yes, he’s getting in the ring now to help out his mentor!
[Pyre goes for the Six Minute Miracle (side skipping hook kick), but Gras-Dawg sees it coming and dives out of the way. The kick catches AWS Man (also known as Bill) on the top of the head, knocking him out. Gras-Dawg then grabs the flabbergasted (great word) Adam Pyre by the mohawk and tosses him over the top rope, before diving onto the Insane One for the pin.]
Bill Hughes – No! No! Damn it, not this way!
Jack Gene – What a vintage call.
[Tyler makes the count. 1 ... 2 ... 3! “Get Up” plays as the crowd pops again, while Gras-Dawg helps his partner into the ring so Stephen Tyler can raise both their hands.]
Bill Hughes – I told you it would all be Pyre’s fault if they lost! Didn’t I tell you?!
Jack Gene – You did, but ... it was AWS Man who got pinned. Doesn’t that make it his fault, since it was Pyre’s fault last week when AWS Man failed to make the save on him?
Bill Hughes – Don’t be ridiculous, Jack. That logic doesn’t even make any sense. It hurts my ears just hearing it. God, I hate you.
Jack Gene – You’ll forget all about it by the next match. We’ll be right back.
[The scene fades.]
Hecate vs. Jordan Keyser
Written by Hecate
[‘Critical Acclaim’ by Avenged Sevenfold plays as Keyser makes his way out, wearing knee length black work-out shorts with a gold X at the bottom of each leg. He also sports a long sleeve hooded t-shirt with EXECUTIONER written in gold across the front. On the back it says PERFECT EXECUTION in bleeding gold script. Keyser ignores the fans for the most part as he walks down the ramp.]
Wayne Inkster - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a non-title match, introducing first hailing from Nueces County, Texas and coming into tonight's contest at a height of 6'5' and weighing 230lbs, he is The Executioner...JOORRRRDAAAN KEEEEYYYYYSEEEERRRR!
Jack Gene - Jordan Keyser feels he should have been the one to face Hecate for the Heartlands Championship last week and made his feelings loud and clear by getting involved in that title match.
Bill Hughes - The Heartlands Division is turning into a powder keg and something is going to happen that sets the whole thing off and I don't think I would want to miss that for all the porn in AWS Man (Also known as Bill)'s collection.
Jack Gene - Well tonight he's going to get his chance to prove himself here, but it certainly won't be easy.
[Jordan waits on in the ring with a bored expression as Inkster announces his opponent.]
Wayne Inkster - And his opponent, hailing from Delphi, Greece and coming into tonight's contest at a height of 5'10" and weighing 157 lbs, she is the current Heartlands Champion and a member of the Daughters of Darkness, being accompanied to the ring by her tag team partner Jade....she is the Dark Priestess herself....HECATE!!!
[The arena suddenly goes black as the opening cords of "Wytches" by Inkubus Sukkubus start to play through the arena while on the videotron images start to flash past; images of 3 candles, owls, black sheep, crossroads, 3 masks, 3 torches, groves of willow and yew trees, the images cycling through as the song plays. Suddenly as a single spot light shines down on a figure at the top of the entry ramp completely concealed by a full black cloak, who remains still for several moments as the song plays through the arena, then tosses the cloak off and lifting one hand to the sky holding a dark yew wood scepter. The figure is Hecate who is dressed in black hot pants with the image of a jade dragon wrapping around the waist band of the hot pants. Hecate also is wearing a matching black halter style crop top with a silvery white owl over her left breast. Her face paint is done up in black with a silver-white owl's head.]
Jack Gene - Hecate was in a foul mood earlier after the confrontation between her and General Manager Sault St. Marie, and I'm not sure it has improved any since then.
Bill Hughes - Keyser already was on her bad side, and Sault St. Marie just poured gasoline over her smoldering rage, folks this won't be pretty and I don't see it ending well for anyone.
[Hecate slowly makes her way down to the ring, the single spot light following her as makes her way down towards the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd, breaking out into a jog about ten feet from the ring and when she reaches the ring, jumps up and lands in a splits on the ring apron before bending over at the waist and sliding her head and torso under the bottom rope and slithering into the ring before rising to both knees where she mutters a prayer to her Goddess with her scepter raised high. As the lights slowly raise in luminance, Hecate rises to her feet and moves over to stand on the middle turnbuckle, lifting her scepter one more time to the mixed cheers and boos of the fans before hopping off the middle turnbuckle. Moving to her corner, Hecate pulls off the silver crescent moon shaped arm bands which encircle her upper arms, placing them in the corner with her scepter and follows up by pulling the golden dragon shaped bracelets from around her wrists, revealing the black leather straps which encircle her hands and forearms in place of normal athletic tape. The Greek warrior squats and stretches using the ring ropes, her thigh high black leather boots creaking a bit as she does and the silver owl and jade dragon on each boot moves as if it were almost alive while she waits for the match to start.]
Jack Gene - And lets not forget what we saw earlier with Adam Pyre and his beloved car, Killswitch.
Bill Hughes - This is getting more confusing than the soap opera's your wife loves to watch.
Jack Gene - Wait a minute...how do you know...
Bill Hughes - Well would you look at that, Hecate is getting right in Keyser's face before the referee can even start to check either one for a foreign objects. The two are really jawing about something in the middle of the ring
Jack Gene - Most likely about last weeks match, oh my! Keyser just pie faced Hecate and you can see she's ready to explode. Keyser is totally disrespecting her and there is another pie face by Keyser on the champion.
[Hecate looks away from Keyser after the second pie face, her eyes looking out and over the fans in attendance before she suddenly twists her hips and turns back towards Keyser while at the same time snapping her leg forward and upward to connect with the Keyser family jewels. Jordan Keyser lets out a loud grunt of pain and doubles over which prompts Hecate to pull his head under her arm, grab his near arm and pull it up into a hammer lock behind his back and then wraps her leg around his near leg and takes him down with a leg sweep DDT.]
Bill Hughes - Hecate just showed how she felt about Keyser's disrespect, shattering the Keyser family jewels and then taking him down with a Devil Lock DDT.
Jack Gene - Referee Stephen Tyler just called for the bell, looks like we are starting this match right now.
(Ring, ring, ring)
Hecate - So you want to stick your nose in my business Keyser, you think I'm a paper champion? You are no different than every other has been and never was that comes through these doors!
[The Heartland champion punctuates her words with wicked stomps to Keyser's prone body, not stopping even after she finishes yelling down at Keyser forcing Stephen Tyler to physically pull the champion away to a neutral corner where Jade hops up on the ring apron and starts to chat with Hecate while Tyler checks on the downed Keyser.]
Bill Hughes - Looks like Jade is trying to get Hecate to calm down, we've never really seen Hecate lose it in any of her matches to date.
Jack Gene - I'm not sure she's really lost it here either, she's show she can "play" the part of losing it while still being completely in control. That's part of what makes her so hard to counter in the ring. Stephen Tyler checking on Keyser who is back up to his knees, good lord, Hecate just charged across the ring and blasted the side of Keyser's head with a running knee.
[Keyser goes down to the mat and Hecate gives him several stomps before using the ropes to spring off of and dropping an knee on Keyser's upper check and throat area. Hecate goes for another knee drop but Keyser rolls under the bottom rope and Hecate crashes down on her knee, wincing and clenching at it as Keyser takes a moment to catch his breath.]
Bill Hughes - Keyser able to get out of the way and give himself some room to recover here.
Jack Gene - Keyser back in the ring now as both wrestlers are on their feet. Keyser takes Hecate down with a clothes line and then follows up with an attempted elbow drop but the champion rolls out of the way, Keyser up to one knee and Hecate up to her feet. Keyser with a blow to Hecate's midsection, followed by another and another before finishing off with a jawbreaker on the champion.
[Keyser follows up the with a boot to Hecate's midsection and then scoops her up and slams her down with a scoop slam, this time connecting with the elbow drop. Keyser pulls Hecate back up to her feet, then picks her up and after posing and walking around inside the ring with her held up, drops the champion to the mat with a sidewalk slam. He looks over at Jade with a smirk before making a lazy showboating cover which Hecate kicks out of before the count of one. The Executioner frowns a bit but quickly continues his offense with a couple of knee drops to Hecate before grinding the shin of his boot down across her neck, only breaking when the referee gets to the count of 4.]
Bill Hughes - Keyser looking to take control of this match, using his size and power advantage over her to do so.
Jack Gene - Not to mention a blatant choke with his boot on her neck!
Bill Hughes - Which he broke before the count of 5 so nothing wrong there.
Jack Gene - Keyser whips Hecate across the ring, dropping his head going for a back body drop, but Hecate is able to adjust and ends up connecting with a drop kick on Keyser. Hecate quickly back up to her feet and oh my god, she just drove Keyser's head into the mat with an jumping knee drop to the back of his neck!
[Hecate rolls Keyser over and looks like she's going for the cover but actually just locks on a shoulder lock, which sends Keyser spasming on the mat before he's able to get a foot on the ropes, forcing the referee to break the hold. Hecate smirks as she rolls over and puts one knee on Keyser's wrist as she holds the arm out and then explodes into a series of rapid fire knee jabs into the extended arm before finishing off with a jumping knee drop to that same arm, Keyser grabbing the arm and rolling into the corner to recover.]
Bill Hughes - I like Hecate going for the quick submission with the shoulder lock there, not expected at all and if Keyser was in the middle of the ring, this match would have been over.
Jack Gene - Keyser was barely able to get his foot on the ropes as it was and the champion is going right to work on that arm, Hecate has him up and into a hammerlock, pulling it up until his hand is nearly touching his neck. She really has it locked in, Keyser is trying to find a way out of the hold but Hecate spins him around while kicking his knee out, driving his head and shoulder into the mat!
[Hecate wraps Keyser's arm around her leg and then drops back to the mat, jerking on the arm before pulling herself back up and dropping back to the mat again causing Keyser to yell out in pain from the torque on his arm. The Heartland champion holds the arm down with one foot while stomping down on his arm with the other foot. ]
Bill Hughes - Hecate is really being vicious out there tonight, I think she seriously want to break Keyser's arm.
Jack Gene - You might be right, she has a grape vine arm bar locked on him now, but Keyser is fighting through it, he lifts her up and drops her down to the mat with a powerbomb like move, breaking the arm bar. Now Keyser is lifting Hecate up and dropping her with another power bomb, using his power game to put a pause in Hecate's offense.
[Hecate response to the second powerbomb by wrapping her legs around Keyser's head and locking on a head scissors, squeezing down tightly and making Keyser's face turn red from the pressure.]
Bill Hughes - Yes! Hecate with her own version of the Coochie Clamp!! They so need to use that as a double team in one of the MTL matches!
Jack Gene - Someone is coming out of the entryway, it's Wone! Wone is coming down to ringside but Jade has moved around to stop him from getting into the ring. Keyser has broken free of the head scissors and has Hecate lifted up in the air...he just tossed Hecate over the top rope and down onto Wone and Jade arguing at ringside taking all of them out.
[The crowd gives Wone a mixed reaction to his appearance and Keyser gets a light pop at the over the top rope launch of Hecate. Keyser slides out of the ring and rolls Hecate back into the ring, smirking at Wone and Jade before slipping into the ring after Hecate and pulling her up and setting her up for the Lethal Injection.]
Bill Hughes - Lethal Injection by Keyser, this match is over.
Jack Gene - Here is the count...1...2...No Hecate gets her shoulder up.
Bill Hughes - What's that, there is some disturbance in the crowd...clowns? We have clowns coming out of the crowd now?
[Wone and Jade are back up to their feet and looking at the two clowns, the clowns both have large well built bodies and they charge Jade and Wone as soon as they are over the guard rail. Jade and Wone turn and unload with punches on the clowns who fire back with punches on their own. Inside the ring Keyser and Hecate exchange a look before Hecate connects with another low blow while the referee is trying to restore order with the fighting at ringside. As Keyser stands there with his hands covering his family jewels, Hecate bounces off the ropes and delivers a thunderous Hades bound to the stunned Keyser.]
Bill Hughes - Hecate taking advantage of the referee not doing his job and following my creed that if it's not seen it didn't happen.
Jack Gene - Stephen Tyler turning around now as Hecate goes to cover Keyser, but she doesn't see the third clown sliding into the ring with a orange tire iron with two black stripes on either side in his hand. The clown has Hecate lined up and he just clocked the Heartlands champion with the tire iron, Stephen Tyler is calling for the bell but that's not stopping this clown who is pummeling Hecate with the tire iron.
[Outside the ring, Wone has taken one of the clowns down with a tornado DDT off the steel steps and ring apron while Jade has stunned the other one with a series of kicks that dropped the clown to his knees and allowed Jade to connect with a lightning quick Jade Dragon Kick that leaves both clowns laid out on the outside. The ring attendants continue to ring the bell as Jade slides into the ring seeing Keyser and a third clown beating down on Hecate, she she spins Keyser around and staggers the big man with a crescent kick that sends him back several steps only to turn around and get stunned by a shot from the tire iron, then the clown backs up a few steps..]
Jack Gene - Six Minute Miracle! The last clown just took Jade out with the Six Minute Miracle! Wone in the ring now and he's connecting with several hard shots on the last clown before getting clobbered from behind by Keyser. Wone is trying to fight off both Keyser and the last clown, he's holding his own with several hard shots to both men but the clown catches him with a shot to the midsection with the tire iron. Keyser with the Perfect Execution! Wone is down and out on the mat.
[The last clown looks around at the carnage and slowly pulls out the full headed clown mask and reveals himself to be Adam Pyre, motioning for Keyser to pull Hecate up to her feet and holding the unconcious champion while Pyre delivers another Six Minute Miracle, this time to Hecate, and causing the knocked out wrestler to fall face first overtop Jade so the pair are face to crotch each causing Adam Pyre to take one look at them and bust out laughing while Keyser pulls Wone to his feet once more and drops him to the mat one more time with a Lethal Injection.]
Bill Hughes - Total carnage, two clowns down and out, Wone, Jade and Hecate out but I am getting a copy of this show for that shot if nothing else. DEEAAMMNNNNN! I'd buy that for a dollar! Hecate wins the match with a disqualification but I think Pyre is the real winner here tonight.
Jack Gene - Adam Pyre certainly made a statement here tonight, total destruction is the only words I can use to describe this scene. Wait, what is this now, Gras-Dawg is charging out of the back with a lead pipe in each hand, Pyre and Keyser are bailing out of the ring as Gras-Dawg slides into the ring, the two of them pulling the other clowns to their feet and walking to the back as Gras-Dawg motions for them both to get back into the ring as medical personal rush to the ring to check on inside it. We will update you as soon as we know something, both Jade and Hecate are being helped to the back by medical personal.
[The shot fads out with the scene of the medical staff taking both Jade and Hecate to the back with Wone unsteadily making his way to the back as well.]
Valora Gets An Ally?
Bill Hughes - Epic match by Hecate and Keyser, of course, you'll want to say congratulations to both competitors like you always do.
Jack Gene - Of course! They both brought their A-Game tonight, why wouldn't I want to honor that?
Bill Hughes - Because you're spineless and refuse to take sides just like -
Jack Gene - Hold on there, Bill, I'm getting word that something's going on backstage.
[The jumptron flashes the WMW logo before fading up to show a doorway backstage, and voices shouting inside.]
Voice - You don't understand what you're doing, Valora, you don't know what I can do.
Valora - Oh, I think I see things perfectly, vato. You don't like how I do things, then stop me.
Bill Hughes - Wait, we can't see our voluptuous GLC champ? This is cheap!
Jack Gene - Quiet, Bill, something's going on with her!
Bill Hughes - If she needs a ride home later, I got something she can...go..on...nevermind
[The door swings wide and Sault St. Marie charges out, furious. He nearly storms into the cameraman before grunting and shoving him out of the way, then continuing on.]
Jack Gene - It's the General Manager of WMW! Sault St. Marie!
Bill Hughes - And he got to be alone in a room with Valora? Man, I need a promotion!
[The camera moves around the doorway and peers in, showing Valora dialing a phone and chattering in Spanish.]
Jack Gene - Now she's calling Mexico on the company's dime.
Bill Hughes - I like her style!
[Valora stops talking and looks up past the camera.]
Valora - Well, well, well. I never thought you'd want to talk to me.
[She says goodbye to whoever was on the other line and sets the phone on the receiver, leaning back in the chair and putting her feet on the table in front of her. She smirks at the person standing off-camera.]
Valora - What's on your mind?
[She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow.]
Voice off camera - You want to take out Sault St. Marie, you need me. We both know it.
[Valora chuckles and puts her feet down, taking a deep breath before standing.]
Valora - I suppose it was going to happen, you getting involved in this. You sure your ready for this fight?
[The camera pans over and shows Ryven standing in the doorway, staring Valora down. The crowd explodes into a chorus of cheering.]
Ryven - I'm the one who started this fight.
[Valora looks at Ryven for a few moments, neither one of them moving. Their eyes remain locked as the tension builds before Valora smiles and leans back against the table, looking up at Ryven with a wicked smirk.]
Valora - Oh, I remember. Let's hear it; what did you have in mind?
[Ryven reaches back and shuts the door on the camera man, and the scene fades.]
Jack Gene - Oh. My. God.
Bill Hughes - I told you! I told all of you! I knew Ryven would betray his partner!
Jack Gene - I can't believe what I just saw; Ryven just allied himself with the number one enemy of his tag team partner! Bill! This is huge!
Bill Hughes - Finally Ryven does something at least halfway smart and gets on the Valora train! Gonna have to get me some tickets!
Jack Gene - I don't think you remember the last time Ryven went up against Sault St. Marie. They nearly burned this company down! Umbrage was hanging from the ceiling, Ryven had to go through that monster gauntlet, and in the end he was nearly killed at Party in the Plaza last year! Now you want to add jet fuel to that fire in the form of Valora?
Bill Hughes - I know! It's going to be awesome!
Jack Gene - How do you think Kronin's going to take it?
Bill Hughes - I have no idea, but we'll find out next when Kronin and Ryven go up against Umbrage and Valora! Jack, I'm so excited my pants just got tighter!
Jack Gene - Of course! They both brought their A-Game tonight, why wouldn't I want to honor that?
Bill Hughes - Because you're spineless and refuse to take sides just like -
Jack Gene - Hold on there, Bill, I'm getting word that something's going on backstage.
[The jumptron flashes the WMW logo before fading up to show a doorway backstage, and voices shouting inside.]
Voice - You don't understand what you're doing, Valora, you don't know what I can do.
Valora - Oh, I think I see things perfectly, vato. You don't like how I do things, then stop me.
Bill Hughes - Wait, we can't see our voluptuous GLC champ? This is cheap!
Jack Gene - Quiet, Bill, something's going on with her!
Bill Hughes - If she needs a ride home later, I got something she can...go..on...nevermind
[The door swings wide and Sault St. Marie charges out, furious. He nearly storms into the cameraman before grunting and shoving him out of the way, then continuing on.]
Jack Gene - It's the General Manager of WMW! Sault St. Marie!
Bill Hughes - And he got to be alone in a room with Valora? Man, I need a promotion!
[The camera moves around the doorway and peers in, showing Valora dialing a phone and chattering in Spanish.]
Jack Gene - Now she's calling Mexico on the company's dime.
Bill Hughes - I like her style!
[Valora stops talking and looks up past the camera.]
Valora - Well, well, well. I never thought you'd want to talk to me.
[She says goodbye to whoever was on the other line and sets the phone on the receiver, leaning back in the chair and putting her feet on the table in front of her. She smirks at the person standing off-camera.]
Valora - What's on your mind?
[She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow.]
Voice off camera - You want to take out Sault St. Marie, you need me. We both know it.
[Valora chuckles and puts her feet down, taking a deep breath before standing.]
Valora - I suppose it was going to happen, you getting involved in this. You sure your ready for this fight?
[The camera pans over and shows Ryven standing in the doorway, staring Valora down. The crowd explodes into a chorus of cheering.]
Ryven - I'm the one who started this fight.
[Valora looks at Ryven for a few moments, neither one of them moving. Their eyes remain locked as the tension builds before Valora smiles and leans back against the table, looking up at Ryven with a wicked smirk.]
Valora - Oh, I remember. Let's hear it; what did you have in mind?
[Ryven reaches back and shuts the door on the camera man, and the scene fades.]
Jack Gene - Oh. My. God.
Bill Hughes - I told you! I told all of you! I knew Ryven would betray his partner!
Jack Gene - I can't believe what I just saw; Ryven just allied himself with the number one enemy of his tag team partner! Bill! This is huge!
Bill Hughes - Finally Ryven does something at least halfway smart and gets on the Valora train! Gonna have to get me some tickets!
Jack Gene - I don't think you remember the last time Ryven went up against Sault St. Marie. They nearly burned this company down! Umbrage was hanging from the ceiling, Ryven had to go through that monster gauntlet, and in the end he was nearly killed at Party in the Plaza last year! Now you want to add jet fuel to that fire in the form of Valora?
Bill Hughes - I know! It's going to be awesome!
Jack Gene - How do you think Kronin's going to take it?
Bill Hughes - I have no idea, but we'll find out next when Kronin and Ryven go up against Umbrage and Valora! Jack, I'm so excited my pants just got tighter!
[The scene fades.]
Kronin & Ryven vs. The Hardcore Icons
Written by: Ryven
Wayne Inkster - The following contest is an Midwest Tag League match schedule for one fall and Elimination rules!
[The crowd cheers as the lights dim. 'Burn it to the Ground' by Nickelback blasts over the speakers and Valora and Umbrage walk out, Valora wearing her GLC belt over her shoulder and holding her trademark lead pipe in her hand, Umbrage coming out, finishing a bottle alcohol, tossing it aside, holding a steel chair in his hand. Valora moves along the crowd, who is cheering loudly for the two, firing them up raising and pumping the hand that holds the lead pipe in the air everytime the chorus of the song has 'Yeah!' in it, the crowd singing along as the duo make their way to the ring. As they get in, John Law greets them, ordering them to leave their weapons outside the ring. Umbrage and Valora shrug and drop their weapons outside and climb into the ring.]
Wayne Inkster - Introducing first, at a combined weight of 378 pounds, they are the Hardcore Icons, Hall of Fame legend Umbrage and current Great Lakes champion Valora!!!!
Jack Gene - And here's a match I've been looking forward to ever since it was booked; The Hardcore Icons against the team of Ryven and Kronin, who now call themselves The Revolution!
Bill Hughes - Oh and what a lame name that is. I like RyKro, or Rockin' Ry - they're actually relevant to these two, and not just generically cliche.
Jack Gene - Do you listen to yourself sometimes, or is just pedal to the medal?
['Uprising' by Muse explodes over the PA and the crowd goes nuts as Kronin comes out, playing his guitar along with the entrance music, Ryven walking out with him with Lily standing between the two men. Ryven stops at the top of the ramp holding the belt, but Kronin ignores him and storms on down the ramp, Lilly in tow. Ryven takes a short breath and follows him down. Lilly reaches Kronin at the edge of the ring, trying to get his attention. He ignores her as he climbs over the ropes and hands off his belt without even looking back.]
Wayne Inkster - And their opponents, they are your current Tag Team Champions, with a combined weight of 475 pounds, they are The Revolution, Kronin and Ryven!!!!
Jack Gene - Wow, you could cut that tension with a chainsaw. Kronin is obviously not happy with the meeting Ryven had with Valora earlier!
Bill Hughes - I have no idea why, it was a good move!
Jack Gene - Kronin apparently doesn't think so as he has made no move to confer with his partner on who is going first. Kronin is just standing in the ring, waiting for the match to start.
[Ding, ding]
Jack Gene - Looks like we're going to see Umbrage go up against Kronin on this match! Shame, really, I know everyone here wants to see Kronin take on Valora!
Bill Hughes - Nope. Looking into Kronin's eyes, I know he wants a piece of only one person in this arena. And he's standing in his own corner.
[Kronin and Umbrage lock up, with Umbrage twisting his hips and coming out with a headlock. Kronin plants his feet and throws Umbrage towards the ropes, breaking the hold and looking to flatten the Hall of Famer with a clothesline. Umbrage locks the arm in his own and tries to counter Kronin with a hip-toss, but Kronin resists. Umbrage wrenches Kronin's arm around his back and runs him into the turnbuckle with a sickening hit. Using the corner to hold him in place, Umbrage twists Kronin's arm behind him, ignoring the referee Umbrage pushes harder, pouring pain into Kronin's shoulder. Kronin fights through it and manages to deliver an elbow backwards, catching Umbrage in the side of the head. Umbrage staggers back, holding his face.]
Jack Gene - Umbrage wasting no time developing a weakness later on for the match! These fans are certainly getting a treat watching an absolute veteran like Umbrage work his way in a ring. Almost makes me miss the Hardcore division.
Bill Hughes - Seriously! Can you imagine what Valora and Umbrage would do to these two saps they're up against?
[Kronin explodes from the corner and levels Umbrage with a shoulder block, sending him to the mat. Umbrage wearily pulls himself back to his feet as Kronin works his shoulder, rubbing it with the opposite hand. Umbrage turns and is met with a boot to the gut before Kronin sets him up for a monster power bomb. Umbrage reels in pain as Kronin drops quickly and goes for a cover. 1...2... Umbrage kicks out as Valora manages to slip into the ring.]
Jack Gene - Woah! Close one there! Smart move by Kronin going for the early cover. If Valora's left alone, then she'd have to face both Kronin and Ryven, giving the other a chance at a breather!
Bill Hughes - Oh yeah, and Umbrage is totally stupid enough to fall for that! You saw Valora, she was ready to break that count the instant she thought Umbrage didn't have it!
Jack Gene - Looks like the referee is having some words with her about interfering like this.
[Valora throws her hands up and starts yelling back in Spanish as she returns to her corner. While the referee's attention is elsewhere, Kronin turns and is met with a big eye gouge from Umbrage who follows it up with a strike to Kronin's throat. The crowd erupts in a mixture of boos and cheers as Umbrage pounds Kronin into the corner, and begins to throw shoulder after shoulder into Kronin's midsection. Umbrage grabs hold of Kronin and Irish whips him out into the ring only to maintain the hold and pull Kronin back into a huge clothesline. Kronin hits the mat, clutching his shoulder in pain.]
Bill Hughes - Woo! Look at Umbrage go!
Jack Gene - He's certainly dominating this match tonight, Bill. He's got a good weakness in Kronin going, and he's ready to exploit it! Kronin's going to need to make a tag soon or he's in danger of losing that arm!
[Umbrage drags Kronin to the corner, and tags in Valora, who leaps to the top rope to the cheering of the crowd. Umbrage holds Kronin's arm up as Valora jumps, falling through the air and nailing Kronin with an elbow right onto Kronin's outstretched arm. Umbrage claps her on the back before exiting as Valora gets a solid grip on Kronin and drops back into an armbar submission. Kronin screams in pain as Valora torques the hold, grinning as she dominates the man who she defeated for the GLC. Kronin strains and shakes his head, moving as much as he can before he manages to get a boot on the bottom rope, forcing Valora to release him.]
Jack Gene - That was close! Valora had Kronin locked in, and with the damage Umbrage was doing earlier, you know that Kronin could not have lasted much longer!
Bill Hughes - It's times like these that I wish we never had that stupid rope-rule-thing. Valora deserves to win!
Jack Gene - Well, not all the time.
Bill Hughes - With a body like that? Yes. All the time.
[Valora pulls Kronin to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Umbrage grabs the top and pulls it down, causing Kronin to spill over the top and land on the outside. Valora hits the opposite ropes, charging back and leaping over the top with a huge body splash. The crowd explodes as Valora slams into Kronin; both competitors laying out on the thinly padded concrete as the referee counts. Valora gets to her feet first, pulling Kronin up behind her and whipping him into the metal stairs at the entrance way. Valora smiles as she walks over to Kronin, still laying down in pain, and stands over him motioning to an imaginary GLC belt around her waist. She scoffs and climbs into the ring, leaving Kronin.]
Jack Gene - Valora reminding Kronin who is in possession of the GLC title.
Bill Hughes - Ya think? Is there anyone else who should be holding that title? I didn't think so!
[Valora enters the ring and walks to the opposite side, tagging in Umbrage. Slowly he staggers to his feet and pulls himself onto the curtain, easing his way into the ring. He plants both feet and the ref stops the count. Umbrage signals for Kronin to start, but before he moves, he's slapped on the back by Ryven who begins to enter the ring.]
Bill Hughes - What the hell was that?
Jack Gene - I think it was - yes! The ref is saying that's a legal tag! Ryven is now in this match!
Bill Hughes - But Umbrage was just about to win!
Jack Gene - Well, he's going to have to try to beat Ryven instead of Kronin now.
Bill Hughes - I guess that's alright....
[Kronin turns and looks at Ryven, his face a mixture of surprise and anger. The ref moves in, ordering Kronin to leave the ring, and allow Ryven to continue as the legal man. Kronin throws his arms out in disgust and moves out of the way as Ryven steps in. Losing his temper, Kronin shoves Ryven away from him as he walks out. The referee stops Ryven and points to the corner, now saying Kronin's the legal man. Ryven spins around and faces Kronin, shouting and shoving back.]
Ryven - The hell is your problem?
Kronin - You! I thought we were a team!
Ryven - We are a team! You're not the only one fighting tonight!
[Kronin and Ryven trade shoves and swats, the referee standing and motioning who is the legal man as it's swapped between them. Umbrage leans up against the ropes, talking to Valora.]
Bill Hughes - Wait, who's the legal man now?
Jack Gene - I'm trying to keep track, but I think it's Kronin; I'm not sure!
[Kronin shoves Ryven for a final time and points to the corner. The referee turns and is nearly bowled over as Umbrage slides in behind Kronin, wraps his arm around his leg and pulls him over for a pin. As Kronin falls back, his arms move outward, and Ryven quickly strains and manages to slap his hand.]
Bill Hughes - Umbrage has Kronin wrapped up! He's waiting for the count!
Jack Gene - He's not going to get it! The ref's signalling that Ryven's the legal man! Umbrage has no idea! He's looking around, waiting for the ref to count!
Bill Hughes - Get up! Umbrage, get up!
Jack Gene - Umbrage finally lets go of the hold-but Ryven's there! He has Umbrage wrapped up in a triangle choke! Umbrage has nowhere to go!
Bill Hughes - No! No!
Jack Gene - He's tapping! Umbrage tapped! Umbrage has been eliminated!
Bill Hughes - No wait!
Jack Gene - Oh my god! Ryven was just hit with the Aztec Moonsault! Valora vaulted to the top rope and just nailed Ryven as he rolled off of Umbrage! She's got the cover!
Bill Hughes - I can't believe this!
Jack Gene - 1...2...3! Ryven's out too!
Bill Hughes - It's down to just Valora and Kronin now! I can't believe that just happened! Ryven was in this match for like, thirty seconds!
Jack Gene - The ref is ordering both Umbrage and Ryven out of the ring, leaving it down to just Valora and Kronin to see who will end up the winner of this match!
[Valora jumps to her feet and backpedals to the corner, clutching her side. Kronin pulls himself to his feet, holding his shoulder in pain. They lock eyes and stare for a few moments, both competitors breathing heavily. Valora nods to Kronin. Kronin maintains his stare and slowly reaches his hand out. He smirks as he signals for Valora to bring it on. Valora sneers and charges Kronin who explodes out of his corner. The arena grows in anticipation as they clash in the center of the ring, Valora spearing Kronin who rolls over on top of Valora and buries fist after fist into her face. Valora shoves Kronin off of her and kicks her legs out, nailing him with a low drop kick to his side. Kronin hits the mat and rolls away, bounces to his feet and charges.]
Bill Hughes - This is insane! These two are going to kill each other!
Jack Gene - Wait, Ryven and Umbrage have just locked eyes on the outside of the ring! I don't think this match is over for these two!
[Kronin slams into Valora and shoves her into the corner, following up with a vicious series of knee strikes before receiving an eye gouge from Valora. The crowd explodes as Ryven and Umbrage charge one another, Ryven flattening Umbrage to the mat. They exchange blows before Umbrage kicks Ryven off of him and into the corner ring post. Valora pulls Kronin into a headlock and plants herself, nailing him with a snap suplex. Umbrage gets to his feet and grabs a chair, folding it up and slamming it against the guard rails to rile the crowd up. Valora rolls Kronin over for a cover - 1...2... but he kicks out as Umbrage winds up to nail Ryven with the chair. Ryven rolls back as the chair slams into the ground where he was, he jumps forward, planting a foot onto the chair Umbrage is holding and hitting Umbrage with a spinning heel kick, sending the veteran backwards into the guard rails. Valora pulls Kronin to his feet and whips him into the ropes.]
Jack Gene - This is absolute chaos!
Bill Hughes - I know! It's incredible!
[The crowd cheers as the lights dim. 'Burn it to the Ground' by Nickelback blasts over the speakers and Valora and Umbrage walk out, Valora wearing her GLC belt over her shoulder and holding her trademark lead pipe in her hand, Umbrage coming out, finishing a bottle alcohol, tossing it aside, holding a steel chair in his hand. Valora moves along the crowd, who is cheering loudly for the two, firing them up raising and pumping the hand that holds the lead pipe in the air everytime the chorus of the song has 'Yeah!' in it, the crowd singing along as the duo make their way to the ring. As they get in, John Law greets them, ordering them to leave their weapons outside the ring. Umbrage and Valora shrug and drop their weapons outside and climb into the ring.]
Wayne Inkster - Introducing first, at a combined weight of 378 pounds, they are the Hardcore Icons, Hall of Fame legend Umbrage and current Great Lakes champion Valora!!!!
Jack Gene - And here's a match I've been looking forward to ever since it was booked; The Hardcore Icons against the team of Ryven and Kronin, who now call themselves The Revolution!
Bill Hughes - Oh and what a lame name that is. I like RyKro, or Rockin' Ry - they're actually relevant to these two, and not just generically cliche.
Jack Gene - Do you listen to yourself sometimes, or is just pedal to the medal?
['Uprising' by Muse explodes over the PA and the crowd goes nuts as Kronin comes out, playing his guitar along with the entrance music, Ryven walking out with him with Lily standing between the two men. Ryven stops at the top of the ramp holding the belt, but Kronin ignores him and storms on down the ramp, Lilly in tow. Ryven takes a short breath and follows him down. Lilly reaches Kronin at the edge of the ring, trying to get his attention. He ignores her as he climbs over the ropes and hands off his belt without even looking back.]
Wayne Inkster - And their opponents, they are your current Tag Team Champions, with a combined weight of 475 pounds, they are The Revolution, Kronin and Ryven!!!!
Jack Gene - Wow, you could cut that tension with a chainsaw. Kronin is obviously not happy with the meeting Ryven had with Valora earlier!
Bill Hughes - I have no idea why, it was a good move!
Jack Gene - Kronin apparently doesn't think so as he has made no move to confer with his partner on who is going first. Kronin is just standing in the ring, waiting for the match to start.
[Ding, ding]
Jack Gene - Looks like we're going to see Umbrage go up against Kronin on this match! Shame, really, I know everyone here wants to see Kronin take on Valora!
Bill Hughes - Nope. Looking into Kronin's eyes, I know he wants a piece of only one person in this arena. And he's standing in his own corner.
[Kronin and Umbrage lock up, with Umbrage twisting his hips and coming out with a headlock. Kronin plants his feet and throws Umbrage towards the ropes, breaking the hold and looking to flatten the Hall of Famer with a clothesline. Umbrage locks the arm in his own and tries to counter Kronin with a hip-toss, but Kronin resists. Umbrage wrenches Kronin's arm around his back and runs him into the turnbuckle with a sickening hit. Using the corner to hold him in place, Umbrage twists Kronin's arm behind him, ignoring the referee Umbrage pushes harder, pouring pain into Kronin's shoulder. Kronin fights through it and manages to deliver an elbow backwards, catching Umbrage in the side of the head. Umbrage staggers back, holding his face.]
Jack Gene - Umbrage wasting no time developing a weakness later on for the match! These fans are certainly getting a treat watching an absolute veteran like Umbrage work his way in a ring. Almost makes me miss the Hardcore division.
Bill Hughes - Seriously! Can you imagine what Valora and Umbrage would do to these two saps they're up against?
[Kronin explodes from the corner and levels Umbrage with a shoulder block, sending him to the mat. Umbrage wearily pulls himself back to his feet as Kronin works his shoulder, rubbing it with the opposite hand. Umbrage turns and is met with a boot to the gut before Kronin sets him up for a monster power bomb. Umbrage reels in pain as Kronin drops quickly and goes for a cover. 1...2... Umbrage kicks out as Valora manages to slip into the ring.]
Jack Gene - Woah! Close one there! Smart move by Kronin going for the early cover. If Valora's left alone, then she'd have to face both Kronin and Ryven, giving the other a chance at a breather!
Bill Hughes - Oh yeah, and Umbrage is totally stupid enough to fall for that! You saw Valora, she was ready to break that count the instant she thought Umbrage didn't have it!
Jack Gene - Looks like the referee is having some words with her about interfering like this.
[Valora throws her hands up and starts yelling back in Spanish as she returns to her corner. While the referee's attention is elsewhere, Kronin turns and is met with a big eye gouge from Umbrage who follows it up with a strike to Kronin's throat. The crowd erupts in a mixture of boos and cheers as Umbrage pounds Kronin into the corner, and begins to throw shoulder after shoulder into Kronin's midsection. Umbrage grabs hold of Kronin and Irish whips him out into the ring only to maintain the hold and pull Kronin back into a huge clothesline. Kronin hits the mat, clutching his shoulder in pain.]
Bill Hughes - Woo! Look at Umbrage go!
Jack Gene - He's certainly dominating this match tonight, Bill. He's got a good weakness in Kronin going, and he's ready to exploit it! Kronin's going to need to make a tag soon or he's in danger of losing that arm!
[Umbrage drags Kronin to the corner, and tags in Valora, who leaps to the top rope to the cheering of the crowd. Umbrage holds Kronin's arm up as Valora jumps, falling through the air and nailing Kronin with an elbow right onto Kronin's outstretched arm. Umbrage claps her on the back before exiting as Valora gets a solid grip on Kronin and drops back into an armbar submission. Kronin screams in pain as Valora torques the hold, grinning as she dominates the man who she defeated for the GLC. Kronin strains and shakes his head, moving as much as he can before he manages to get a boot on the bottom rope, forcing Valora to release him.]
Jack Gene - That was close! Valora had Kronin locked in, and with the damage Umbrage was doing earlier, you know that Kronin could not have lasted much longer!
Bill Hughes - It's times like these that I wish we never had that stupid rope-rule-thing. Valora deserves to win!
Jack Gene - Well, not all the time.
Bill Hughes - With a body like that? Yes. All the time.
[Valora pulls Kronin to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Umbrage grabs the top and pulls it down, causing Kronin to spill over the top and land on the outside. Valora hits the opposite ropes, charging back and leaping over the top with a huge body splash. The crowd explodes as Valora slams into Kronin; both competitors laying out on the thinly padded concrete as the referee counts. Valora gets to her feet first, pulling Kronin up behind her and whipping him into the metal stairs at the entrance way. Valora smiles as she walks over to Kronin, still laying down in pain, and stands over him motioning to an imaginary GLC belt around her waist. She scoffs and climbs into the ring, leaving Kronin.]
Jack Gene - Valora reminding Kronin who is in possession of the GLC title.
Bill Hughes - Ya think? Is there anyone else who should be holding that title? I didn't think so!
[Valora enters the ring and walks to the opposite side, tagging in Umbrage. Slowly he staggers to his feet and pulls himself onto the curtain, easing his way into the ring. He plants both feet and the ref stops the count. Umbrage signals for Kronin to start, but before he moves, he's slapped on the back by Ryven who begins to enter the ring.]
Bill Hughes - What the hell was that?
Jack Gene - I think it was - yes! The ref is saying that's a legal tag! Ryven is now in this match!
Bill Hughes - But Umbrage was just about to win!
Jack Gene - Well, he's going to have to try to beat Ryven instead of Kronin now.
Bill Hughes - I guess that's alright....
[Kronin turns and looks at Ryven, his face a mixture of surprise and anger. The ref moves in, ordering Kronin to leave the ring, and allow Ryven to continue as the legal man. Kronin throws his arms out in disgust and moves out of the way as Ryven steps in. Losing his temper, Kronin shoves Ryven away from him as he walks out. The referee stops Ryven and points to the corner, now saying Kronin's the legal man. Ryven spins around and faces Kronin, shouting and shoving back.]
Ryven - The hell is your problem?
Kronin - You! I thought we were a team!
Ryven - We are a team! You're not the only one fighting tonight!
[Kronin and Ryven trade shoves and swats, the referee standing and motioning who is the legal man as it's swapped between them. Umbrage leans up against the ropes, talking to Valora.]
Bill Hughes - Wait, who's the legal man now?
Jack Gene - I'm trying to keep track, but I think it's Kronin; I'm not sure!
[Kronin shoves Ryven for a final time and points to the corner. The referee turns and is nearly bowled over as Umbrage slides in behind Kronin, wraps his arm around his leg and pulls him over for a pin. As Kronin falls back, his arms move outward, and Ryven quickly strains and manages to slap his hand.]
Bill Hughes - Umbrage has Kronin wrapped up! He's waiting for the count!
Jack Gene - He's not going to get it! The ref's signalling that Ryven's the legal man! Umbrage has no idea! He's looking around, waiting for the ref to count!
Bill Hughes - Get up! Umbrage, get up!
Jack Gene - Umbrage finally lets go of the hold-but Ryven's there! He has Umbrage wrapped up in a triangle choke! Umbrage has nowhere to go!
Bill Hughes - No! No!
Jack Gene - He's tapping! Umbrage tapped! Umbrage has been eliminated!
Bill Hughes - No wait!
Jack Gene - Oh my god! Ryven was just hit with the Aztec Moonsault! Valora vaulted to the top rope and just nailed Ryven as he rolled off of Umbrage! She's got the cover!
Bill Hughes - I can't believe this!
Jack Gene - 1...2...3! Ryven's out too!
Bill Hughes - It's down to just Valora and Kronin now! I can't believe that just happened! Ryven was in this match for like, thirty seconds!
Jack Gene - The ref is ordering both Umbrage and Ryven out of the ring, leaving it down to just Valora and Kronin to see who will end up the winner of this match!
[Valora jumps to her feet and backpedals to the corner, clutching her side. Kronin pulls himself to his feet, holding his shoulder in pain. They lock eyes and stare for a few moments, both competitors breathing heavily. Valora nods to Kronin. Kronin maintains his stare and slowly reaches his hand out. He smirks as he signals for Valora to bring it on. Valora sneers and charges Kronin who explodes out of his corner. The arena grows in anticipation as they clash in the center of the ring, Valora spearing Kronin who rolls over on top of Valora and buries fist after fist into her face. Valora shoves Kronin off of her and kicks her legs out, nailing him with a low drop kick to his side. Kronin hits the mat and rolls away, bounces to his feet and charges.]
Bill Hughes - This is insane! These two are going to kill each other!
Jack Gene - Wait, Ryven and Umbrage have just locked eyes on the outside of the ring! I don't think this match is over for these two!
[Kronin slams into Valora and shoves her into the corner, following up with a vicious series of knee strikes before receiving an eye gouge from Valora. The crowd explodes as Ryven and Umbrage charge one another, Ryven flattening Umbrage to the mat. They exchange blows before Umbrage kicks Ryven off of him and into the corner ring post. Valora pulls Kronin into a headlock and plants herself, nailing him with a snap suplex. Umbrage gets to his feet and grabs a chair, folding it up and slamming it against the guard rails to rile the crowd up. Valora rolls Kronin over for a cover - 1...2... but he kicks out as Umbrage winds up to nail Ryven with the chair. Ryven rolls back as the chair slams into the ground where he was, he jumps forward, planting a foot onto the chair Umbrage is holding and hitting Umbrage with a spinning heel kick, sending the veteran backwards into the guard rails. Valora pulls Kronin to his feet and whips him into the ropes.]
Jack Gene - This is absolute chaos!
Bill Hughes - I know! It's incredible!
[Kronin comes running back and ducks the clothesline from Valora, and stopping in his tracks. Valora turns and is hit with a kick to her gut as Kronin tries to then set up the Death By Metal. Valora struggles and manages to get free before throwing Kronin into the ropes and immediately leaping off of the turnbuckle to try and hit a huge body splash. She hits Kronin hard, sending both competitors to the mat. Valora immediately jumps to her feet and looks out into the crowd, pointing right at the top turnbuckle.]
Jack Gene - Valora's calling it! Valora's calling for the Aztec Moonsault!
Bill Hughes - Oh baby, I've been waiting all day to see her to do this to Kronin!
Jack Gene - Listen to this crowd! She's on the top rope! Oh my God! She did it! The Aztec Moonsault!
Bill Hughes - She has Kronin wrapped up for the pin! 1! 2! 3! She and Umbrage did it! The Hardcore Icons beat the Revolution!
Wayne Inster - Your winners, The Harcore Icons!!!!
Jack Gene - Well, it looks like the current GLC champ and a WMW Hall of Famer are going to go represent our company for the big WWA Tag match!
Bill Hughes - And then they'll take the WMW Tag Titles from these two idiots! It'll be great!
Jack Gene - Kronin and Ryven are exiting the ring - seperately, I may add. I guess a victory over Valora and Umbrage hasn't done much to really help out the strife these two have currently.
Bill Hughes - Ryven can always pull an Oko and break up the band.
Jack Gene - Wow, where's Valora going? She's in a hurry!
Bill Hughes - Oh I could watch her run all day!
[Valora runs through the curtains.]
That Damn Departed?
[A camera picks up as she makes it to the other end of the entrance hall. As she turns a corner, she pushes past some of the stage hands. The camera continues to follow.]Jack Gene - Where the heck is she running to like this?
Bill Hughes - I don't know, but again - I'm enjoying myself. Why aren't you?
Jack Gene - Anyone know what's going on?
[Just then, she makes it to the TDA! Lockerroom. She pushes through the door and immediately slams it behind her.]
Jack Gene - No seriously, what's going on?
[Within seconds, the door bursts open and AWS Man (also known as Bill) and Valora come running out, both carrying their gear bags and still dressed in their ring gear ... which for AWS Man also serves as his street clothes anyway.]
Valora - Go man, go! Rapidido, Rapidido!
AWS Man - I'm freakin' goin! Not all of us have that speedy freakin' mouse power!
[Valora kicks AWS Man (also known as Bill) in the ass.]
Valora - You racist sone of a...I knew I shoulda brought Umbrage!
AWS Man - Oh, like he's NOT a freakin' racist?! I once saw him call a chihuahua-
[Valora cuts him off with another boot to his ass.]
Valora - He's not racist when talking to or about ME! Now, less talking, more running! We got a plane to catch!
AWS Man - I'm goin, I'm freakin' goin! Just a warning, you kick me one more time and Pen might just inaminately bitchslap you. He beat the crap outta your boyfriend, you know.
Valora - One word for Pen. Microwave.
Pen - ...
AWS Man - Pen says you're one mean ice queen to bring up the freakin' microwave incident. That was terribly traumatic for him!
[Valora sighs as AWS Man (also known as Bill) makes it through the door and out of the arena.]
Valora - Now, for one of the single greatest feats in wrestling history. Time to wrap up some old business in style.
[Valora disappears through the door leaving the Arena as well, laughing maniacally.]
Jack Gene - Umm... I'm scared now. AWS Man (also known as Bill) and Valora leaving the building in a hurry, to catch a plane and Valora laughing in a very disturbing way as she left? Should we like... have the bomb squad check for bombs or something?
Bill Hughes - Plane to catch? Old business? But where the hell could she..
Jack Gene - Oh no... if those two are going where I think they're going... oh boy...Sault will not be happy about this...
Bill Hughes - Why? Where are they going?
Jack Gene - I'm not even going to mention it because I hope I'm wrong but think Bill. Other wrestling fed cities that are within a short plane ride of Cleveland that WMW has had issues with...
Bill Hughes - Well...that would be... OH YES! That's awesome, go Valora!
Valora - Go man, go! Rapidido, Rapidido!
AWS Man - I'm freakin' goin! Not all of us have that speedy freakin' mouse power!
[Valora kicks AWS Man (also known as Bill) in the ass.]
Valora - You racist sone of a...I knew I shoulda brought Umbrage!
AWS Man - Oh, like he's NOT a freakin' racist?! I once saw him call a chihuahua-
[Valora cuts him off with another boot to his ass.]
Valora - He's not racist when talking to or about ME! Now, less talking, more running! We got a plane to catch!
AWS Man - I'm goin, I'm freakin' goin! Just a warning, you kick me one more time and Pen might just inaminately bitchslap you. He beat the crap outta your boyfriend, you know.
Valora - One word for Pen. Microwave.
Pen - ...
AWS Man - Pen says you're one mean ice queen to bring up the freakin' microwave incident. That was terribly traumatic for him!
[Valora sighs as AWS Man (also known as Bill) makes it through the door and out of the arena.]
Valora - Now, for one of the single greatest feats in wrestling history. Time to wrap up some old business in style.
[Valora disappears through the door leaving the Arena as well, laughing maniacally.]
Jack Gene - Umm... I'm scared now. AWS Man (also known as Bill) and Valora leaving the building in a hurry, to catch a plane and Valora laughing in a very disturbing way as she left? Should we like... have the bomb squad check for bombs or something?
Bill Hughes - Plane to catch? Old business? But where the hell could she..
Jack Gene - Oh no... if those two are going where I think they're going... oh boy...Sault will not be happy about this...
Bill Hughes - Why? Where are they going?
Jack Gene - I'm not even going to mention it because I hope I'm wrong but think Bill. Other wrestling fed cities that are within a short plane ride of Cleveland that WMW has had issues with...
Bill Hughes - Well...that would be... OH YES! That's awesome, go Valora!
[The scene fades.]
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