Graveyard Shift 111
Posted: March 5th, 2010 | Category: Televised Results | No Comments »
The Card:
Dan Dalton vs. Charles Locke
Matrix vs. The Analog Kid
Midwest Tag League Tournament 3
Eric Dillinger/Keyser vs AWS Man/Adam Pyre
Celestial Avatars vs. The Misfit Ninjas
Revolution vs. Mo’ Bad and Gras-Dawg
Ace Superior #1 Contendership
Wone vs Eric Dillinger
A Plea to the WWA
[As the scene opens up, Brad Johnson walks up to the podium. Behind him is a WMW banner. He looks around him with a smile. He nods and turns his attention to the camera in front of him.]
Brad Johnson - Just under a week ago, many reporters, fans, critics, and competition lined up outside of this building for hours, waiting with excitement and anticipation for what was to be Wrestling Midwest’s first opportunity at WWA gold and WWA history. And, it was a great night. A great night that we will all remember. Leading up to the main event, we saw Matrix continue on his way back into a WMW title picture, after almost 2 years of being out of the Cleveland spotlight. We also saw the Celestial Avatars, your reigning Heartlands and Shoot Champions, Hecate and Jade, continue to shock and awe with their tag team abilities. They’ve continued to succeed both at home, but also in WWA’s Tag Wars.
[The shot fast forwards to later in the monologue. He looks down as he nods triumphantly. He takes a deep breath as he looks back, with his tone changing ever so slightly.]
Brad Johnson - The WWA stands tall on the pillars of honor, dignity, fairness, and tradition. The WWA is a collection of the best wrestling companies in the world.
[He looks around the room with a great big smile.]
Brad Johnson - And, we had an opportunity, not just to stand side by side with the leaders, the winners, and the gods of this business. But also stand above them. And without hesitation, we signed that deal. We jumped right on board, because we knew this was our calling.
[The shot changes to later in the monologue. He loosens his tie as he shrugs to the group around him. He shakes his head.]
Brad Johnson - Well, there is a reason we stayed in Cleveland. There’s a reason we headquartered ourselves here in Cleveland. And you know…
[He grins with joy again.]
Brad Johnson - This town has been asking for a Championship… a World Champion to call their own for so long.
[He nods.]
Brad Johnson - And at Graveyard Shift 110, this town got itself a World Champion. As you can see, I’m still incredibly, incredibly happy about what Valora and Umbrage helped us accomplish. The only travesty, is that the title that quenched the thirst of a town that has been stuck in a long and painful drought for so long. A title that offered a cathartic relief and once again instilled real hope in this town, this community, this region. The only travesty is that that title, before we could even bask in it’s glory for even a moment, it was ripped away from us unjustly while the officials of World Wrestling Alliance looked on. We all know that the WWA stand for honor, dignity, fairness and tradition, but unfortunately…
[He trails off as he pauses solemnly. He looks around with a sad look on his face.]
Brad Johnson - Unfortunately, to the fans, not just Wrestling Midwest fans, but to wrestling fans, to the roster here within WMW, and to the community surrounding us, they no longer stand for those things.
[He takes a deep breath.]
Brad Johnson - And they will never stand for those things, as long as they stand and let the travesty that took place at Graveyard Shift 110 continue to stain their legacy. We were all witness to what took place at GS110. Team Danger*, Stephen Greer and Johnny Lightning, took something back with them to Defiance that does not belong to them. Defiance, without question, is an accomplice for publicly defending their actions.
[He takes another deep breath as he looks into the eyes of the camera.]
Brad Johnson - We are in a very poorly managed situation. A situation that can be resolved very easily. Prior to the after-match happenings, we were all a witness to a match that will go down as one of the greatest Championship matches in WWA history. In that match, the WWA Tag Team Championships were defended in a contest that both participating teams agreed to. The match was sanctioned under WWA rules. At no time were the titles put into a situation that would risk their credibility, their recognition, or their desirability.
[He opens his mouth as if to continue, but then pauses. He blinks a few times before closing his mouth and leaning back.]
Brad Johnson - Sadly, they are now. We respect Defiance and Team Danger for their opinions, but we will not stand a-side and let either deface WWA or it’s Championships. With all due respect to the officials of the World Wrestling Alliance, this situation must be resolved without hesitation. Valora and Umbrage are the rightful Champions, and we demand that those titles be returned to us. There is no room for negotiations. We have officially sent notice to Defiance and to the WWA that we expect the WWA Championships to be returned to us by Graveyard Shift 111.
[He pauses.]
Brad Johnson - Those requests have gone unanswered. This morning, we bring that same message to the wrestling community. Wrestling Midwest has followed similar footseps as the WWA. We stand for the very same principles. The four pillars: Honor, dignity, fairness, and tradition. With the passing of the AWA, we knew that we could push on during tough times. As long as we kept those four principles at the forefront. We did not falter then and we will not falter here. We hope that the WWA will take the right steps so that they, too, will not fall.
[With those words, the scene fades.]
The WWA Responds
[It has been a whirlwind couple of weeks for Chance Wolfington. With the losses of High Octane Wrestling and Dream Wrestling Federation as active members of the Alliance Chance has been stockaded inside of WWA HQ for weeks working out contracts and releases, settling promised debts and working out new contracts. But there is no rest, is there? Just when the smoke started to clear from that debacle, Eric Dane and Defiance had decided to strike once again at the Alliance, this time by taking the World Tag Team title belts hostage after WMW wrestlers Umbrage and Valora Salinas had defeated champions Stephen Greer and Johnny Lightning. Since then there has been a statement released by Eric Dane of Defiance, and a press conference held by WMW owner Brad Johnson, both demanding that the titles be awarded to their representative wrestlers. Chance Wolfington, as majority shareholder, is right slap in the middle of it all. And so on the morning of March 4th, Chance called and emergency press conference, to be held immediately in the press room of the WWA Office building. It is there that we currently find ourselves.
Wearily, the head of the Alliance made his way to the podium at the front and center of the room. The expected wrestling press was assembled, although many outlets weren’t represented due to the haste of this particular event. However, cameras were rolling. This video clip would reach the eyes of everyone involved and everyone else. That’s just how these things work.]
Chance Wolfington - As you may have guessed, I’ve been sitting in my office for days making conference call after conference call, I’ve spoken to network executives, other shareholders, regional representatives, and everyone else I could reach via the telephone.
[A hand shoots up in the front row.]
Chance Wolfington - I won’t be taking questions today, guys. There is an issue that needs addressing, and I plan to address it. Now, if you’ll be so kind as to hold your questions and allow me to finish.
[There is a murmur from the assembled press.]
Chance Wolfington - [clears his throat] Now. I’ve been reviewing the tapes of Graveyard Shift 110, I’ve also spoken with the referee involved in the match and the WMW General Manager Sault St. Marie who were the sanctioned officials on hand for the evening. In the interim, I’ve received a written statement from Eric Dane, one that made me want to puke might I add, and I’ve seen tape of Brad Johnson’s press conference. Now, while I respect the position that this debacle has put him and the WMW in, I must go out of my way to make it perfectly clear that myself and the World Wrestling Alliance in general doesn’t respond very well to demands.
Chance Wolfington - As you may have guessed, I’ve been sitting in my office for days making conference call after conference call, I’ve spoken to network executives, other shareholders, regional representatives, and everyone else I could reach via the telephone.
[A hand shoots up in the front row.]
Chance Wolfington - I won’t be taking questions today, guys. There is an issue that needs addressing, and I plan to address it. Now, if you’ll be so kind as to hold your questions and allow me to finish.
[There is a murmur from the assembled press.]
Chance Wolfington - [clears his throat] Now. I’ve been reviewing the tapes of Graveyard Shift 110, I’ve also spoken with the referee involved in the match and the WMW General Manager Sault St. Marie who were the sanctioned officials on hand for the evening. In the interim, I’ve received a written statement from Eric Dane, one that made me want to puke might I add, and I’ve seen tape of Brad Johnson’s press conference. Now, while I respect the position that this debacle has put him and the WMW in, I must go out of my way to make it perfectly clear that myself and the World Wrestling Alliance in general doesn’t respond very well to demands.
[He pauses.]
Chance Wolfington - However. Upon reviewing the tape several dozen times, along with having a score of lawyers sifting through more legal paperwork than some people even realize exists, I must stand beside Wrestling Mid-West, Brad Johnson, and Sault St. Marie and declare that the new and rightful World Tag Team Champions are the team of Umbrage and Valora Salinas.
[There is a hushed roar as reporters from every outlet scramble to write notes or make hushed phone calls to their editors.]
Chance Wolfington - As such, it is my ruling that Eric Dane along with his cohorts Steve Greer and Johnny Lightning be present at tonight’s Graveyard Shift, at my expense, for the sole purpose of handing the physical titles over to the rightful champions. I myself will be in attendance also to make sure that no shenanigans or foul play come to pass from the Defiance contingent. Let me also be perfectly clear on something. This is not a request. I expect to see Dane, Greer, and Lightning in Ohio tonight, or there will be consequences along with legal actions taken.
[Wolfington takes a moment to let this all sink in before continuing.]
Chance Wolfington - Now, I want to take a moment to personally address one Eric Dane. Eric, we’ve known each other for some ten, twelve years. We’ve traveled many of the same paths and we’ve shared common goals. Sure, you can say that your career inside the ring far outshined my own, but ever since you’ve retired and found yourself in the realm of promoting you’ve stepped into my territory. From day one you’ve been biting, scratching, and clawing at me. You’ve stood in my way and in the Alliance’s way of progress ever since the day that you hoodwinked the Alliance into giving you a territory to even promote. To be honest, I expect this from you. You never were one to follow anyone else’s rules. However, I’ve got to say that I am by God sick and tired of dealing with you, your Defiance, and your little “Civil War” that you’ve drug this Alliance into.
[A sneer comes to his face.]
Chance Wolfington - It stops now. And if it doesn’t, I’ll bounce you and your little promotion out of this Alliance so fast that your heads will spin for a week. Don’t you dare think for one second that because I stripped Cobra of a title that he didn’t win in a match that wasn’t sanctioned that you can use that to leverage me into overlooking the fact that your boys were pinned, cleanly, in the center of the ring.
Chance Wolfington - However. Upon reviewing the tape several dozen times, along with having a score of lawyers sifting through more legal paperwork than some people even realize exists, I must stand beside Wrestling Mid-West, Brad Johnson, and Sault St. Marie and declare that the new and rightful World Tag Team Champions are the team of Umbrage and Valora Salinas.
[There is a hushed roar as reporters from every outlet scramble to write notes or make hushed phone calls to their editors.]
Chance Wolfington - As such, it is my ruling that Eric Dane along with his cohorts Steve Greer and Johnny Lightning be present at tonight’s Graveyard Shift, at my expense, for the sole purpose of handing the physical titles over to the rightful champions. I myself will be in attendance also to make sure that no shenanigans or foul play come to pass from the Defiance contingent. Let me also be perfectly clear on something. This is not a request. I expect to see Dane, Greer, and Lightning in Ohio tonight, or there will be consequences along with legal actions taken.
[Wolfington takes a moment to let this all sink in before continuing.]
Chance Wolfington - Now, I want to take a moment to personally address one Eric Dane. Eric, we’ve known each other for some ten, twelve years. We’ve traveled many of the same paths and we’ve shared common goals. Sure, you can say that your career inside the ring far outshined my own, but ever since you’ve retired and found yourself in the realm of promoting you’ve stepped into my territory. From day one you’ve been biting, scratching, and clawing at me. You’ve stood in my way and in the Alliance’s way of progress ever since the day that you hoodwinked the Alliance into giving you a territory to even promote. To be honest, I expect this from you. You never were one to follow anyone else’s rules. However, I’ve got to say that I am by God sick and tired of dealing with you, your Defiance, and your little “Civil War” that you’ve drug this Alliance into.
[A sneer comes to his face.]
Chance Wolfington - It stops now. And if it doesn’t, I’ll bounce you and your little promotion out of this Alliance so fast that your heads will spin for a week. Don’t you dare think for one second that because I stripped Cobra of a title that he didn’t win in a match that wasn’t sanctioned that you can use that to leverage me into overlooking the fact that your boys were pinned, cleanly, in the center of the ring.
[He pauses once more.]
Chance Wolfington - Now please, for my sake, for your sake, for the sake of the Alliance that we both hold very close to our hearts, stop this nonsense. Let’s work together and push forward into the future, rather than squabble and fight amongst ourselves and live in the past.
[Satisfied, Chance pauses for a second before concluding.]
Chance Wolfington - That’s all for this morning folks. Be sure to tune into Graveyard Shift tonight to see the new Champions receive their hard-earned title belts.
[And with that he was done. Hands shot up from everywhere, but true to his word he took no questions. He left the podium and was quickly replaced by a Junior Shareholder who answered a few questions before closing out this press conference.]
Chance Wolfington - Now please, for my sake, for your sake, for the sake of the Alliance that we both hold very close to our hearts, stop this nonsense. Let’s work together and push forward into the future, rather than squabble and fight amongst ourselves and live in the past.
[Satisfied, Chance pauses for a second before concluding.]
Chance Wolfington - That’s all for this morning folks. Be sure to tune into Graveyard Shift tonight to see the new Champions receive their hard-earned title belts.
[And with that he was done. Hands shot up from everywhere, but true to his word he took no questions. He left the podium and was quickly replaced by a Junior Shareholder who answered a few questions before closing out this press conference.]
Graveyard Shift 111 - March 5th, 2010 - WMW Arena in Cleveland, Ohio
Jack Gene - Hello and welcome to WMW Graveyard Shift 111! And, we're all set to bring you another edition of Graveyard Shift, live from WMW Arena in Cleveland, Ohio! And, Bill... tonight Wrestling Midwest will be awarded, finally, finally awarded the World Wrestling Alliance's Tag Team Championships. You heard it from Chance Wolfington himself, as tonight, he will make sure that Defiance and Team Danger* are here tonight to hand over those titles.
Opening Commentary
[The shot opens up showing the WMW and Graveyard Shift logos in the WMW Arena as big bursts of Pyro go off in the background and the crowd in attendance cheers loudly. The camera pans to show Jack Gene and Bill Hughes, dressed up in their best commentating attire.]
Jack Gene - Hello and welcome to WMW Graveyard Shift 111! And, we're all set to bring you another edition of Graveyard Shift, live from WMW Arena in Cleveland, Ohio! And, Bill... tonight Wrestling Midwest will be awarded, finally, finally awarded the World Wrestling Alliance's Tag Team Championships. You heard it from Chance Wolfington himself, as tonight, he will make sure that Defiance and Team Danger* are here tonight to hand over those titles.
Bill Hughes - And, it's the right move by the WWA, Jack. I mean, everyone saw what took place, and what took place is that the Hardcore Icons won WWA gold.
Jack Gene - Exactly, Bill. And we hope that'll happen sooner or later. Team Danger* has not arrived at the arena yet, but they are expected before the night's end. Let's talk about the rest of the show, Bill. First...
Valora Lays Down the Law:
[Suddenly, the videotron switches to Sault St. Marie's office, where we see Valora sitting in Sault's chair, leaning back in the chair, her feet resting on the desk. She is wearing her bandanna with the WMW logo on it, her armband with the WWA logo on it, her customized Punisher skull shirt, and all her other usual clothing. In one hand, she holds a glass of some of the expensive brandy Sault keeps in his office. She grins and looks around the office.]
Valora - Oh man, does this bring back some memories. Back to that in a moment, first off, I have a couple of announcements to make...
[Valora grins, as she takes another sip of Sault's stock.]
Valora - Firstly, for those of you who were expecting the normal old WASPy mother [bleep]er, he will be delayed. See, he made the mistake of challenging me, a owner/GM in my own right, to booking. So I sat down and thought to myself "Well, if I'm gonna play GM, I should get to use the GM's office." I'm sure Sault will be quite perturbed when he gets back from the little 'distraction' I sent to keep him occupied, but enough about announcement number one. Let's move on to number 2, shall we? Eric Dane, head bitch of a fed of inbred rednecks, tried to push his team at my expense, telling people to 'ask me' about Team Danger....
[Valora leans forward, removing her feet from the desk to move to a sitting position, grimacing in pain.]
Valora - Reports of the demise of the Goddess of Hardcore and Indy wrestling.... have been grossly exaggerated. See boys, I could climb into that ring right now and wrestle if I wanted to. But no, Umbrage and I have our celebrations rudely interrupted by some little pissant in some fed that has no chance in fuckin' hell of beating WMW as he bitches and whines. "Oh you didn't beat my team. My team never loses! You must have cheated! I'm cold... and I want goddamn blanket so I don't stain the suit my mommy bought me while I cry because I'm a little BITCH!"
[Valora says the last word at nearly a yell as she leans forward.]
Valora - You want a fucking war, Dane? You got one. Umbrage and I will hold Team Danger up for what they are, a stupid sack of shit who can't cut a decent promo without channeling his inner sixth grader and bringing his weird ass fetishes into them and Stephen Greer, a man who hit my ass with everything he fuckin' had and I'm STILL standing mother [Bleep]er! Now it's our turn boys. When you're lying on the ground bleeding, broken, and waiting for the ambulance, be it in a ring, backstage, or out on a fucking street somewhere, you can thank Eric Dane for signing your death warrants. By the way, you assholes might want to check the Fed Power Rankings over on EWTorch. Wrestling Midwest, number 5 overall, Defiance? Doesn't even make the [bleep]ing cut.
[Valora narrows her eyes and takes a deep breath, before continuing.]
Valora - But enough about Team in Danger, I'm here to address another matter... see for a few weeks now two members of our rosters have been fighting over me like I'm some [bleep]ing award, or piece of property up for grabs. [Sigh] I tell you you, [bleep]ers never learn. So many people have tried to force me into the role of one kind of whore or another. Back in HWA, before the co-owner left and dumped the fed in my lap, he tried to make me his little corporate whore. Me in a suit? Ugh. Sault has tried the same here, and now....Adam Pyre and Hecate, two people who should know better, are doing the same damn thing...
[Valora smirks and shakes her head.]
Valora - Then Sault St. Marie decided to make me the special guest Referee for this match at Ides of March and further more let me pick the match, and thus started my quandary.
Do I make it exceedingly hardcore and give Pyre an advantage? Do I move in another direction and give Hecate an advantage? Do I say [bleep] them both and make a match that neither of them can survive? Decisions, decisions. I mean I could always follow the example of Fearless Leader here and book 'standard match' I swear those are the only two words the idiot knows. 'Standard match.' Standard match.' Shank could book better...
[Valora pauses here a moment, letting the anticipation build and takes a deep breath.]
Valora - So, I sat and thought... not like I had much else to do in that damn hospital bed. If I'm going to be dragged out there to be the ref and the grand prize for the winner, I might as well get some [bleep]ing entertainment from it. Therefore I have decided that the Heartlands title match at Ides of March between Adam Pyre and Hecate will be....
...
...
[Valora leans forward, smirking wickedly.]
Valora - A TAIPEI DEATH MATCH!!!!
That's right, you two want to beat each other to death? Here's your chance! Oh, and Hecate, you claim to be so smart, well, you should have known better to let Pyre rope you into this... not only is your Heartlands title at stake here, but only a few days after this match, I believe you and Jade are due in Vegas for Tag Wars! Life's a bitch sometimes, isn't it? Pyre, you're going have to remove your lips from AWS Man's ass and actually train for this one... this is the price you two pay for treating me like property...
[Valora stands up, anger burning in her eyes.]
Valora - You two think about that and you try, TRY to have a nice day! See you two at Ides of March!
[Valora walks off camera and the videotron goes black, the camera shot switching to Jack Gene and Bill Hughes.]
Jack Gene - Wow! What an announcement by Valora! A Taipei Death match for the Heatlands title?
Bill Hughes - Awesome! Valora needs to book more matches! I can't wait to see Pyre and Hecate pound each other!
Valora - Oh man, does this bring back some memories. Back to that in a moment, first off, I have a couple of announcements to make...
[Valora grins, as she takes another sip of Sault's stock.]
Valora - Firstly, for those of you who were expecting the normal old WASPy mother [bleep]er, he will be delayed. See, he made the mistake of challenging me, a owner/GM in my own right, to booking. So I sat down and thought to myself "Well, if I'm gonna play GM, I should get to use the GM's office." I'm sure Sault will be quite perturbed when he gets back from the little 'distraction' I sent to keep him occupied, but enough about announcement number one. Let's move on to number 2, shall we? Eric Dane, head bitch of a fed of inbred rednecks, tried to push his team at my expense, telling people to 'ask me' about Team Danger....
[Valora leans forward, removing her feet from the desk to move to a sitting position, grimacing in pain.]
Valora - Reports of the demise of the Goddess of Hardcore and Indy wrestling.... have been grossly exaggerated. See boys, I could climb into that ring right now and wrestle if I wanted to. But no, Umbrage and I have our celebrations rudely interrupted by some little pissant in some fed that has no chance in fuckin' hell of beating WMW as he bitches and whines. "Oh you didn't beat my team. My team never loses! You must have cheated! I'm cold... and I want goddamn blanket so I don't stain the suit my mommy bought me while I cry because I'm a little BITCH!"
[Valora says the last word at nearly a yell as she leans forward.]
Valora - You want a fucking war, Dane? You got one. Umbrage and I will hold Team Danger up for what they are, a stupid sack of shit who can't cut a decent promo without channeling his inner sixth grader and bringing his weird ass fetishes into them and Stephen Greer, a man who hit my ass with everything he fuckin' had and I'm STILL standing mother [Bleep]er! Now it's our turn boys. When you're lying on the ground bleeding, broken, and waiting for the ambulance, be it in a ring, backstage, or out on a fucking street somewhere, you can thank Eric Dane for signing your death warrants. By the way, you assholes might want to check the Fed Power Rankings over on EWTorch. Wrestling Midwest, number 5 overall, Defiance? Doesn't even make the [bleep]ing cut.
[Valora narrows her eyes and takes a deep breath, before continuing.]
Valora - But enough about Team in Danger, I'm here to address another matter... see for a few weeks now two members of our rosters have been fighting over me like I'm some [bleep]ing award, or piece of property up for grabs. [Sigh] I tell you you, [bleep]ers never learn. So many people have tried to force me into the role of one kind of whore or another. Back in HWA, before the co-owner left and dumped the fed in my lap, he tried to make me his little corporate whore. Me in a suit? Ugh. Sault has tried the same here, and now....Adam Pyre and Hecate, two people who should know better, are doing the same damn thing...
[Valora smirks and shakes her head.]
Valora - Then Sault St. Marie decided to make me the special guest Referee for this match at Ides of March and further more let me pick the match, and thus started my quandary.
Do I make it exceedingly hardcore and give Pyre an advantage? Do I move in another direction and give Hecate an advantage? Do I say [bleep] them both and make a match that neither of them can survive? Decisions, decisions. I mean I could always follow the example of Fearless Leader here and book 'standard match' I swear those are the only two words the idiot knows. 'Standard match.' Standard match.' Shank could book better...
[Valora pauses here a moment, letting the anticipation build and takes a deep breath.]
Valora - So, I sat and thought... not like I had much else to do in that damn hospital bed. If I'm going to be dragged out there to be the ref and the grand prize for the winner, I might as well get some [bleep]ing entertainment from it. Therefore I have decided that the Heartlands title match at Ides of March between Adam Pyre and Hecate will be....
...
...
[Valora leans forward, smirking wickedly.]
Valora - A TAIPEI DEATH MATCH!!!!
That's right, you two want to beat each other to death? Here's your chance! Oh, and Hecate, you claim to be so smart, well, you should have known better to let Pyre rope you into this... not only is your Heartlands title at stake here, but only a few days after this match, I believe you and Jade are due in Vegas for Tag Wars! Life's a bitch sometimes, isn't it? Pyre, you're going have to remove your lips from AWS Man's ass and actually train for this one... this is the price you two pay for treating me like property...
[Valora stands up, anger burning in her eyes.]
Valora - You two think about that and you try, TRY to have a nice day! See you two at Ides of March!
[Valora walks off camera and the videotron goes black, the camera shot switching to Jack Gene and Bill Hughes.]
Jack Gene - Wow! What an announcement by Valora! A Taipei Death match for the Heatlands title?
Bill Hughes - Awesome! Valora needs to book more matches! I can't wait to see Pyre and Hecate pound each other!
Opening Commentary, continued
[Jack shuffles his paperwork.]Jack Gene - I definitely wasn't expecting to hear that type of announcement. And, I don't even know where to start, Bill. We're just about ready for our opening contest here at GS111. It is expected that Team Danger* will be here tonight to hand over the WWA Tag Team Championships. Both Valora, as we've seen, and Umbrage are here but are not suited up to compete. But, tonight, we will crown the #1 Contender for the Ace Superior Championship as Wone takes on Eric Dillinger, with the winner facing Father Nathan at Ides of March 2010. And, of course, the MTL3 continues in 3 big matches as the Celestial Avatars take on The Misfit Ninjas, Revolution take on Gras-Dawg and Mo' Bad and AWS Man & Pyre take on Eric Dillinger and Jordan Keyser. That last match is our opening contest.
[The shot flips to backstage.]
Tying Up Loose Ends
[Eric Dillinger is taping up his fists with black athletic tape as Jordan Keyser walks into the scene in his ring attire.]
Jack Gene - Speaking of Eric Dillinger and Jordan Keyser. Both looking just about ready to go. Let's listen in on their match preparation.
Jordan Keyser - Big night for you.
Eric Dillinger - Yup.
Jordan Keyser - I think I finally found a name for us. The Outlaws.
[With out looking up Eric rolls his eyes and keeps taping.]
Eric Dillinger - That blows.
Jordan Keyser - Well, you got anything?
Eric Dillinger - Nope.
[Jordan looks down at Eric for a moment and somewhat frowns at him.]
Jordan Keyser - Something eating you?
[Eric rips one last piece of tape and chucks it to the side. He stands up and looks Jordan in the eyes.]
Eric Dillinger - I'm losing my damned mind around here. Why in the hell did I come back to doing this if it was only going to drive me insane? I was perfectly fine living my life in San Antonio when things changed. Now I'm here and I feel like I got the weight of the world on my shoulders again. I gotta win tonight so we can advance in the MTL. I gotta win tonight so I can go on to fight Father Nathan. Then I gotta beat Father Nathan to show that I can fight off out side threats. After that it's whatever fight they decide to bring to us.
Jordan Keyser - Stop acting like you're taking on the whole damn roster alone. You asked me to come here because you knew, despite our contentious history, that you could trust me to back you in this. We've had our fights in the past, but there are few men in this game that I respect more than you. I've made this my fight, too, and I'll stick around for as long as it takes to establish our dominance in this fed.
Eric Dillinger - Well then I think its time we declared war.
Jordan Keyser - War? Seriously? What the hell?
Eric Dillinger - My fists know what I'm talking about and tonight they're going to say it all over their faces.
Jordan Keyser - What about Analog?
[Eric stops shadowboxing for a moment and looks Jordan in the eye.]
Eric Dillinger - What about him?
Jordan Keyser - The medics think he's going to be out for quite a while. A few of them think this is it for him.
Eric Dillinger - Dammit. Now I feel bad. I mean, I talked him into coming back.
Jordan Keyser - Hey, he assured us he was all healed up. Alex knew what he was signing up for.
Eric Dillinger - Yeah, but I was counting on him to hide in the shadows and do the dirty work. Just when he started to get going, too. besides you, he's the only one here that I know I can trust.
Jordan Keyser - I know. Say what you will about him, he's always been more loyal to his few friends than to the dollar.
Eric Dillinger - Well then, I'm gonna knock Wone into next Tuesday for him. Still, it means we've lost another one. Just you and me left, Jordan.
[With that, both walk out of the room, and down the hallway. The scene cuts to ringside.]
Eric Dillinger & Jordan Keyser vs. AWS Man & Adam Pyre
Written by: AWS Man
[Wayne Inkster is in the ring with a microphone.]
Wayne Inkster – Tonight’s opening contest is set for one fall, and is part of the Midwest Tag League 3 tournament! Introducing first … respectively hailing from San Antonio and Nueces County, Texas … both standing 6’5” and weighing a combined weight of 485 pounds … they are the team of ERIC DILLINGER AND JORDAN KEYSER!!!
["Never Let It Die," by Hatebreed starts up as Eric Dillinger steps out onto the ramp way. "Critical Acclaim" by Avenged Sevenfold then plays and Jordan Keyser makes his way out from the back wearing his black 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. Both men walk down to the ring, Eric slapping the hands of fans as Keyser ignores the crowd.]
Jack Gene - Here comes the team of Eric Dillinger and Jordan Keyser, set to do battle with two members of That Damn Awesome!… though not the more successful half of the stable.
Bill Hughes - Minor details. AWS Man and Pyre are finally starting to gel as a team, and with a victory tonight they’ll cement TDA! as the most dominant faction in WMW.
Jack Gene - And this is based on the … one match they’ve won since they’ve formed, which was by disqualification?
Bill Hughes - OK, can we talk about something else? Like … Valora’s boobs. That’s always a good topic of conversation.
Jack Gene - Bill!
Bill Hughes - Well, it is!
Jack Gene - …True, but you don’t have to point it out.
Bill Hughes - Yeah I do. Play-by-play man, remember? You’re color; your job is to just sit there and look pretty.
Jack Gene - Like we even have official positions anymore.
[Eric and Jordan both hop onto the apron and step into the ring, going over to their corner. Keyser pretty much just stands there, while Dillinger spreads his arms and soaks in the crowd’s mostly positive reaction.]
Jack Gene - The Cleveland fans seem rather taken with Dillinger and Keyser, although that might just be by default given who they’re paired up against.
Bill Hughes - Yeah, I kinda have the urge to cheer for them too. But I must resist, because the obvious winners of the match are about to emerge.
[“Three Point One Four” by the Bloodhound Gang plays over the PA, signaling the entrance of AWS Man (also known as Bill), who runs out from the back waving Pen around in the air like a madman … but since he is a madman, it makes sense. The fans give him an almost entirely negative response, though that doesn’t seem to phase the Insane One’s enthusiasm at all. After AWS Man (also known as Bill) steps out, the music switches to “Kill You” by Dethklok as Adam Pyre appears. The boos lighten up some for Pyre, but remain present as the TDA! members walk down the ramp.]
Bill Hughes - And there they are! These fans can boo all they want, they know they’re looking at the future tag team champions!
Jack Gene - Just a few weeks ago you called that the Hardcore Icons would win the tournament and the titles!
Bill Hughes - Yeah, well … people change. Except you, Jack. You’ll always be a nerd.
Jack Gene - (Sigh) I really should be used to this kind of maturity from you by now.
[The team that makes up one-half of That Damn Awesome! has now approached ringside. AWS Man (also known as Bill) gives over Pen to the timekeeper, and both men slide into the ring. They seem to be discussing something … and the Insane One goes to the apron, leaving Pyre to start the match against the man who shut down WTF, Jordan Keyser.]
Bill Hughes - This could be interesting. Keyser had some pretty harsh words for Pyre before the match, saying that he has no potential and is a total fu-[BLEEP] idiot.
Jack Gene – Bill!
Bill Hughes – Hey, his words!
[The bell rings. Pyre and Jordan circle each other to start the match, feeling each other out. After several moments of testing Jordan out with a couple light jabs and kicks, Pyre suddenly dives in with a hard elbow to the side of the head! This staggers Jordan, and Pyre is quick to capitalize by grabbing him for a snap suplex. Pyre pops up and celebrates afterward.]
Bill Hughes – Ha! Already Jordan is at Pyre’s mercy!
Jack Gene - I think that’s somewhat of a hasty call, Bill. He’s been taken down one time. And to prove my point, Pyre comes at him again with a right hand, but Jordan quickly drops down and takes him over with an armdrag. Pyre is back up and comes at Jordan with a lariat, but Keyser leaps and smacks him in the jaw with a flipping dropkick!
Bill Hughes - Yeah, he managed a couple lucky moves, no need to soil yourself over it.
[Pyre takes his time getting up this time, letting Jordan come at him. As he does so, Pyre spins around Kesyer to grab him in a rear waistlock, grinning at his outsmarting Jordan. But Jordan throws his weight forward and flips Pyre over so that he lands sitting on the mat. Keyser then bounces off the ropes and crashes into Pyre with a low dropkick, hitting him in the face from his sitting position.]
Jack Gene - Looks like Pyre isn’t quite as smart as he thinks he is.
Bill Hughes – Nobody ever claimed he’s a genius…
[Jordan climbs out to the apron and waits for Pyre to get up as he prepares for Swagger, a springboard 720 DDT from the apron. But he forgets to keep an eye on AWS Man (also known as Bill), who sneaks over to the same side that Jordan’s on. As Keyser leaps for the springboard, the Insane One shakes the ropes, tripping the Executioner up and causing him to take a spill into the ring.]
Jack Gene – Oh! Jordan Keyser tries for Swagger, his set-up move to his finisher, but AWS Man was ready to prevent him from doing just that.
Bill Hughes – AWS Man knows all and sees all.
[Pyre jumps up and, seeing Jordan’s situation, capitalizes by running and taking Keyser back down with a hurricanrana. But instead of following up on the move, Pyre takes the time to taunt the crowd, seeming to channel his tag partner as he goads on the boos … and this gives Keyser the opportunity needed to dive over and make the tag to Eric Dillinger.]
Bill Hughes – Pyre! You blew the opportunity AWS Man gave you!
[Pyre turns around and raises his eyebrows in surprise at finding who his new opponent is … then walks over and tags in AWS Man (also known as Bill), who looks at Pyre in shock.]
Bill Hughes – Hey! Who the hell does Pyre think he is? He can’t just tag out whenever he wants!
Jack Gene – Why not? AWS Man’s not dictator of their tag team. After everything AWS Man had to say to Dillinger this week, I’d like to see him back it up now.
[AWS Man (also known as Bill) seems a little hesitant getting into the ring. From his body language he obviously didn’t expect a tag out from Pyre just yet. Nevertheless, he jumps in and rushes Eric … and stops to signal for a tie-up. Eric just looks at him quizzically before booting him in the side, then knocking him down with a haymaker. The Insane One stumbles back to his feet, and is greeted with a hip toss by Eric, followed up with a leg drop.]
Jack Gene – AWS Man wanted a tie-up to start, but I don’t think Dillinger has any intentions of wrestling that kind of match-up. He’s going to take the fight to AWS Man, and the Insane One had better take it back to him.
Bill Hughes – I think he’s doing just that, cause he just took the Bastard Icon down with a leg sweep.
[AWS Man (also known as Bill) jumps up, and as Eric scrambles to his feet, hooks his arms. He performs Take That, Freakin’ Subspace!, the knee to the face out of the butterfly suplex position. Dillinger staggers backwards but doesn’t fall, and the Insane One attempts the Von Freakinator, albeit without the poodle. But Eric catches him in midair and brings him down with an STO onto his knee.]
Jack Gene – Ooh! I believe Dillinger calls that the STB! Now that looked pretty painful.
Bill Hughes – Damn! I have to admit that move was pretty impressive, even if it was performed on AWS Man.
[Dillinger goes for the cover, but AWS Man’s too close to the ropes and the ref stops the count at one. The Bastard Icon grimaces and pulls the Insane One towards the center of the ring to go for the cover again. But he’s distracted by seeing Pyre attempting to climb into the ring. The referee is restraining him, but Eric stands up and starts talking a little smack to Pyre.]
Jack Gene – Dillinger’s taunting Pyre now, sounds like he’s rubbing in some more that Pyre’s just AWS Man’s lackey. But I’ve gotta say, not a wise move, given the circumstances.
Bill Hughes - Those circumstances being he’s got a great wrestler like AWS Man (also known as Bill) right behind him. Eric turns her attention back to the former GLC, and finds himself lifted up and slammed down with a Michinoku driver! For once you made a good call, Jack!
Jack Gene – (Dryly) Thanks, partner.
[The Insane One doesn’t capitalize with the pin, though. Instead he rolls over and makes the tag to his partner. As he steps out to the apron, he shouts, “Do it freakin’ right this time!”]
Jack Gene – AWS Man could show a little more respect to his partner considering Pyre bought him the time he needed to hit that move. But, if he did that I guess he wouldn’t be AWS Man.
[Pyre springboards off of the ropes, and catches a rising Eric in the back of the head with a front dropkick. He rolls Dillinger towards him for the pin. 1 … 2 … But Jordan runs in to kick Pyre off for the save.]
Bill Hughes – Hey, that’s another DQ! Keyser’s not supposed to be in the ring!
Jack Gene - What are you talking about? He just kicked Pyre off of the pin. It’s legal to break up a pinfall.
Bill Hughes – Oh, but if TDA! did it you’d probably say it was an unspeakable act of evil. You’re such a hypocrite, Jack.
[Referee Luna Pier makes Keyser go back to his corner. Meanwhile, Pyre crawls over make the tag to his partner.]
Jack Gene - Wasn’t AWS Man just in?
Bill Hughes – Hey, yeah, he was! What does Pyre think he’s doing?!
Jack Gene – My guess would be making up for their last match when AWS Man made Pyre wrestle almost the whole time. Also, he probably doesn’t appreciate being yelled at the whole time he’s in.
Bill Hughes - Oh, that’s just motivation.
[Eric is able to lunge and make the tag right after Pyre, and Jordan and AWS Man now enter the ring and charge towards each other. The Insane One swings with a lariat, but Jordan ducks under it. He bounces off the ropes and comes back into a monkey flip, but somehow AWS Man (also known as Bill) lands on his feet. Jordan turns into a thrust kick.]
Bill Hughes – Knock Your Freakin’ Head Off! Take that, Keyser Soze!
Jack Gene – It’s just sad when you steal AWS Man’s little nicknames for people.
Bill Hughes - Hey, he stole that whole gimmick from me. AWS Man goes for the cover!
[Luna drops down for the count. 1 … 2 … 3- But Jordan shows his resilience in kicking out of one of AWS Man (also known as Bill)’s signature moves. The Insane One shakes his head and lifts Jordan onto his shoulder for Drop You On Your Freakin’ Face (Emerald Fusion) … but Eric Dillinger jumps up on the apron behind him and grabs Jordan’s feet to pull him off the shoulder. Keyser lands on his feet, hooks AWS Man (also known as Bill)’s arms behind his back, and spins him around into the Lethal Injection (Unprettier).]
Jack Gene – Lethal Injection! That may be it for AWS Man (also known as Bill)! Keyser rolls him over for the cover! 1 … 2 …
Bill Hughes - Think again! Pyre, deciding to finally pull his weight this match, charges into the ring and nails Jordan with a barrage of stomps to knock him off the cover!
Jack Gene – And Pyre’s still laying in those stomps. I mean, just one is enough to break up the count, but Pyre’s taking advantage and getting in more offense than is technically legal. Ref Luna Pier is finally forcing him back to his corner.
Bill Hughes - Hey, Pyre did what he had to do to save AWS Man (also known as Bill). I called that you’d be a hypocrite about this.
Jack Gene - I really don’t follow that logic, nor do I want to try to.
[Both Jordan and AWS Man (also known as Bill) are down right now, and slowly crawling towards their respective corners. AWS Man started his crawl first, though, and he makes it to Pyre. The King of Freaks rushes in and grabs Jordan’s foot just as he dives to try to make the tag. He pulls Keyser back as he hobbles up to one foot, the other one still held by Pyre. Jordan leaps up for the enziguiri, but Pyre ducks. Jordan still manages to land on his foot, and Pyre drops the leg to grab him from behind for a German suplex. He lifts his opponent up, but Jordan hooks him around the head and twists free to bring Pyre down with a bulldog. He makes one final lunge and makes the tag to Eric.]
Bill Hughes – No!
Jack Gene - Eric comes in with the hot tag, and the crowd’s definitely on his side now! Running big boot to a rising Pyre!
[Dillinger pulls Pyre back to his feet and begins brawling with him, having the definite size advantage. AWS Man (also known as Bill) suddenly dives in with a springboard clothesline, but Jordan shouts a warning and Eric rolls out of the way so the Insane One collides with his partner.]
Jack Gene – More miscommunication from TDA! I guess they haven’t gelled as much as you thought!
Bill Hughes – I call shenanigans!
[AWS Man (also known as Bill) stands up in shock, but suddenly gets yanked down and pulled out of the ring by Jordan on the outside. Pyre dazedly stands up in the ring, and gets locked into a full nelson, cinching it on tight. On the outside, AWS Man (also known as Bill) is getting his head pounded onto the steel steps.]
Jack Gene – I think Dillinger’s going for his Punk ‘N’ Disorderly finisher here, and AWS Man’s in no shape to help his partner!
Bill Hughes - And he doesn’t need to, as Dillinger just lifted Pyre for the full nelson slam, but Pyre shifted his weight out of it to land on his feet beside the Bastard Icon and drill him with a roundhouse kick!
[Meanwhile, Jordan whips AWS Man (also known as Bill) back-first into the steel railing. He charges, but the Insane One ducks down and back body drops Keyser over the railing. Breathing heavily, Pyre nods for the end and lifts Eric onto his shoulders for the Go Insane. But Eric’s too heavy for Pyre to hold; he slips off and rolls through, rolling Pyre up with a sunset flip. 1 … 2 …]
Jack Gene - AWS Man spots Eric and Pyre in the ring and runs to slide in… BUT IT’S TOO LATE! THREE!
Bill Hughes - Nooooo! Not possible! No way can a tag team with AWS Man on it lose three out of four tag team matches!
Jack Gene – But it happened, Bill, and I’d say that AWS Man and Pyre’s chances of winning MTL3 are officially over.
[“Never Let It Die” plays as Dillinger rolls out of the ring and celebrates with Keyser. In the ring, AWS Man (also known as Bill) stands over Pyre, who looks completely stunned by the unexpected technical counter from the brawler Dillinger. He looks up and starts to say something to his partner, but the Insane One simply shakes his head and stomps off.]
Bill Hughes – AWS Man looks pretty pissed. What does this mean for the future of their team, or even for TDA!?
[The scene fades.]
Jade Addresses the Shoot Championship
['The Jade Dragon Concerto' (Great Muta Concerto) plays over the PA systems and Jade walks out in her ring attire, the Shoot Title draped over her shoulder as she makes her way down, nodding to the crowd as they cheer her sliding into the ring as she grabs a microphone, walking around the ring, waiting for the crowd to die down a bit, thinking to herself.]Jack Gene - And we're treated to the WMW Shoot Champion Jade coming out. We saw earlier this week that Sault St. Marie had given her some television time to make an announcement regarding the Shoot Title and it looks like we're going to find out about that right now.
Bill Hughes - Bout time! I wanna know what's going on!
[Jade looks around and smirks a bit before she glances over at the Shoot Title on her shoulder.]
Jade - You know... I'm often asked why I did it. I've got people like Ryven, saying I've lost my edge, that I'm not the fighter I was, that I'm content to hide in the lower tiers. With all that, comes the question. Why did I do it? Why did I leave the Great Lakes Championship division and move into the Shoot division?
[Jade smiles and nods.]
Jade - I did it for one simple reason. Because the Shoot Title deserves someone like me. Jack Reynolds had the right idea with this belt, but he was unable to give the belt what it needs. I can. Now, WMW has moved up to a new level, and has received an influx of new talent, the Shoot Title needs something to set it apart, something to make it special, something that will make people want to compete for it and make the fans want to watch it... and something that I am eminently qualified to do....
[Jade pauses here, a proud, excited smile on her face.]
Jade - So, with Sault St. Marie's approval and endorsement, I am pleased to announce the following changes to the Shoot Title Division, effective immediately...
[Jade reaches into the pockets of her cloak and pulls out her Mixed Martial Arts gloves and puts them on her hands slowly. She then looks back up to the camera and nods.]
Jade - All Shoot Title matches will be held under Mixed Martial Arts rules! But my changes don't stop there! Would the boys in the back please show the picture on the videotron, please?
[The videotron comes to life, showing an 8 sided mixed martial arts style octagon ring. The crowd cheers. as Jade nods, gesturing to the picture.]
Jade - Anyone who wants to be Shoot Champion... get used to that. Inside there, inside the Lion's Den, is where you fight to try and claim what's yours. Now, as I said, these changes go into effect immediately which means...
[Jade narrows her eyes as she looks into camera as it zooms in on her face.]
Jade - Ryven. Get ready. You'll be stepping into my world at Ides of March, and the Ides of March is not a good day in Western History, we shall 'Champions.'
[Jade drops the mic and holds up her Shoot title to the crowd as her theme music hits one more time and she heads up the walkway to the backstage area.]
Jack Gene - Wow! Jade is taking the Shoot Title back to it's roots! Mixed Martial Arts rules and the Lions Den for Shoot Title matches! And how clever is Jade? This move not only helps the Shoot Title and the WMW out... but it also give Jade a huge advantage! Who in WMW is a better Martial Artist then Jade? She has after all, fought all across the world in martial arts matches and even in the Olympics!
Bill Hughes - Well this is great move, it's nice to see that Jade is finally learning the wrestling business. Rather then trying to fight everyone on their terms, she's changed the scene and will be making others fight on her terms! Great move and a great call by Sault St. Marie to try and keep the title out of Ryven the Wonder Punks hands! I can't wait to see the Lion's Den match at Ides of March!
Jack Gene - Well, it's time for our next match, which is actually related to what Jade just said, as Matrix made it official earlier this week, that he plans on one day fighting Jade for the Shoot Championship. Tonight, he takes on the Analog Kid in a rematch to settle a score. Let's get to it and get right into the action!
[The shot changes to ringside.]
[The scene opens back up at ringside.]
Jack Gene - I almost feel sorry for the Misfit Ninja Clan. We've seen Hecate get mad before but I don't think we've ever seen Jade get as angry and upset as she was earlier this week. I think that plain and simple, the Misfit Ninja Clan is in deep trouble here tonight.
Bill Hughes - Yeah, the Misfit Ninja clan might be amusing to watch, but they seem to have really angered Hecate and Jade and I'm not sure that's a good idea.
Wayne Inkster - Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is a tag team match in the MTL 3 tournament and it is set for one fall! Introducing first..weighing at a combined weight of 419lbs and accompanied to the ring by Hollywood Ninja, they are the MISFIT NINJA CLAN!!!!
["Strike of the Ninja" by Dragonforce plays as Pirate Ninja and Irish Ninja run out onto the stage. Irish Ninja raises up a mug of beer, and Pirate Ninja does a standing backflip, landing perfectly on his feet. Hollywood Ninja saunters out, at first doing the "raise the roof" motion, and then doing the Hulk Hogan "flex with one arm and keep the other straight" pose.
The three ninjas then walk down the ramp, with Irish Ninja and Pirate Ninja high-fiving the fans on either side, while Hollywood Ninja continues to flex. The three ninjas slide under the ropes, with Irish and Pirate getting up and posing on the turnbuckles, while Hollywood does the Hogan "flex/straight" pose again.]
Jack Gene - You know, it was odd that we never heard Pirate or Irish Ninja's views on Jade and Hecate. Hollywood Ninja seems to be the only one allowed to speak for the group...
Bill Hughes - Duh, any self respecting ninja clan only has one person speak for the clan. The other ninjas just go out and carry out the will of their leader.
Wayne Inkster - And introducing their opponents, weighing at a combined weight of 307lbs, accompanied to the ring by Tera, they are the team of Hecate and Jade, the CELESTIAL AVATARS!!!!
[The lights all go out, sending the arena into blackness as "The Thing that Should not be" by Metallica blasts through the audio system in the arena as primordial storms flare to life on the videotron. The music is interrupted first by the screech of an owl and then by the roar of a dragon as a white and black owl swoops in front of the storms on the videotron followed by an Eastern Jade Dragon, a lone spot light shining down on two cloaked figures standing at the top of the entryway as the music continues. One cloaked figure steps behind the other, suggestively running hands up the first cloaked figures body before unfastening the cloak and letting it drop to the ground to show Hecate standing in black hot pants with a Jade Dragon wrapping around the her waist and a black halter top with a silvery white owl across her left breast, the Heartlands title proudly fastened around her waist. Hecate lifts her scepter up in the air before spinning around the second cloaked figure and repeating the suggestive running of her hands up the cloaked figures body before unfastening the cloak and letting it spill to the floor to reveal Jade standing there in a matching black hot pants and halter top, although on Jade the dragon is wrapped around her chest and the owl is one leg of the hot pants, pointed inwards with the Shoot title fastened proudly around her waist.
Hecate and Jade stand side by side, looking at each other and then Hecate starts down towards the ring, Jade standing at the entrance watching her before taking off in a run towards the ring, Hecate hopping up onto the ring apron and dropping into a split as Jade leaps up landing on Hecate's shoulders in a handstand before vaulting over the ropes as Hecate slithers under the ring ropes on her belly and rises up behind Jade, the two staring out at the crowd belly to back before rushing the corners and hopping up to the second turnbuckle and lifting their hands, bringing a surprising amount of cheers from the fans before hopping down and looking towards their opponents, both narrowing their eyes.]
Jack Gene - and here come Jade and Hecate, with one seems to have become one of the more popular tag team entrances in WMW.
Bill Hughes - I have their entrance video stored on my home computer.
Jack Gene - Why am I not surprised?
[Referee Luna pier looks over at the two teams. Jade and Hecate discuss in their corner, while in the the other corner, Hollywood Ninja sends Pirate Ninja out. Seeing this, Jade and Hecate nod and Hecate steps out, allowing Jade to start off. Jade and Pirate Ninja stand in the middle of the ring as the bell rings to start the match.]
Jack Gene - And here we go, Monk vs Ninja
Bill Hughes - It's like an episode of 'Deadliest Warrior'! You ever watch that show?
Jack Gene - Once, but it didn't seem all that accurate or scientific to me.
Bill Hughes - It totally is! They have computers and calculations and everything! Or are you implying that Jade couldn't kill a Moari Warrior?
Jack Gene - Well, if it is accurate, it's bad news for the Misfit Ninja Clan, the Spartan beat the Ninja handedly in their simulation.
[Pirate Ninja walks around, taunting Jade, darting in a feint, then feinting another way, going back and forth in a series of fake attacks. Jade stands there for a moment and then rolls her eyes, kicking Pirate Ninja in the head, sending him to the mat. Jade just shakes her head and waits for him to get up. As Pirate Ninja gets to his feet, Jade moves in and kicks out, trying to sweep Pirate Ninja's legs out from under him, but Pirate Ninja jumps up into a standing backflip, nailing the landing perfectly... and catches a super kick from Jade dead center in the chest as he lands, sending him tumbling into his corner. Irish Ninja reaches over and makes the blind tag. Hoping onto the ropes and springboarding off, throwing the infamous Ninja black egg right into Jade's face as he lands in front of her. Jade staggers around for a few moments but then closes her eyes and stands still, taking a few deep breaths as she adopts a fighting stance, her head turning around the ring almost as if she can see.]
Jack Gene - Jade started off this match on a roll, but it didn't take the Misfit Ninja Clan long to resort to the dirty tricks the ninjas are famous for.
Bill Hughes - Black Egg of blindness! Jade is screwed now!
Jack Gene - Umm... no, not really. Buddhist and Shaolin monks have trained to fight blind for centuries, the lesson might not be over for the ninjas yet.
[Pirate Ninja gets to his feet as he and Irish Ninja move to try and double team Jade. Pirate Ninja grabs Luna Pier and shoves her towards Jade but Jade catches her, reaching out and holding her at bay with a hand. After a second, she moves Pier behind her. Pirate Ninja charges in for a dropkick but Jade drops down into a forward roll and Pirate Ninja nails Luna Pier, taking her out. As Jade comes up, Irish Ninja grabs her and whips her into his corner, but Jade jumps up and lands on the top, jumping off into a splitlegged moonsault, but Irish catches her and tosses her to the mat with a fallaway slam. Irish Ninja and Pirate Ninja immediately jump on Jade, hammering her with punches and kicks. Hecate tries to enter the ring to help her partner but Luna Pier blocks her. While Luna is tied up with Hecate, Hollywood Ninja sneaks in and joins in the attack until Tera slides into the ring and charges forward, taking Hollywood ninja down with a clothesline. Hollywood Ninja jumps to his feet, 'hulking up' and doing his little strut around Tera, who looks on, impressed. He points at Tera, yelling out "YOU!" Tera sighs and levels him with a big time right hand. Hollywood bounces right back up to his feet, and Tera nails him again, Hollywood back to his feet again trying to 'hulk up more' Hecate kicks Tera's Shillelagh to her and she picks it up, turning and cracking Hollywood Ninja in the skull, taking him to the mat and seemingly knocking him out cold. Tera nods to herself and uses her foot to roll Hollywood Ninja out of the ring. Irish Ninja looks up and nudges Pirate Ninja pointing to Tera. "Sheesh got a shilllelaghhh! Sheeehs a Leprechaunnn or shumshing!]
Jack Gene - This match has completely broken down here, folks! Luna Pier is keeping Hecate from helping her partner while a blind Jade is trying to fight off Pirate and Irish Ninjas. Hollywood tried to make it three on one but Tera just knocked the tar out of him with that Irish war club, known as a shillelagh.
Bill Hughes - I think she hit a home run too, Jack. Hollywood has got to have little vitamins, prayer books, and miniature hogans running around his head right now.
Jack Gene - That just might be your weirdest analogy yet.
Bill Hughes - It's not my fault he thinks he's hogan! I guess no one told him that the 'vitamins' Hogan was on for all those years were really-
Jack Gene - I think everyone in this country and in anyway, shape, or form a part of or a fan of this business knows what they really were. Let's just focus on the match now, think we can do that?
Bill Hughes - Whatcha gonna doooo?
Jack Gene - Right now? Try very hard to resist the urge to punch you in the face.
Bill Hughes - Hey! I beat AWS Man! Don't bad mouth me or I'll give you a knuckle sammich with a side o' pain!
Jack Gene - Ugh...someone shoot me now...
[In the ring, Jade capitalizes on the distraction to get to her feet and as Irish comes in throwing a punch, Jade does a bit of drunken boxing, seeming dodging the blow by sheer luck, and directing the blow into Pirate Ninja's face, causing him to stagger back. As Tera slides out of the ring, Jade turns and rolls forward, making the tag to Hecate, bringing her into the match as Jade goes to sit on the apron, Tera coming over to help wash Jade's eyes out. Hecate charges forward and plants the heel of her foot in Irish Ninja's gut, sending him tumbling back into the turnbuckle, clutching his midsection. Luna Pier forces Pirate Ninja to get out of the ring, which he does, only to tag Irish ninja and then climb back into the ring. Hecate charges in and tries for another Spartan kick, but Pirate Ninja pivots and turns, avoiding the kick, jumping into the air and nailing Hecate with the pele kick, sending Hecate down to the mat hard. Irish Ninja cracks Hecate over the head with his beer mug, breaking the mug and causing Jade to come into the ring, bring Luna Pier into keep her out. Tera walks around and points her shillelagh at Irish Ninja who holds up his hands. "Pleasshe dont hurt me! I shwear I dont want yer lucky sharms!" Tera narrows her eyes and shakes her head, removing her cloak and hood, showcasing her blue, celtic war paint on her face and her leather druidic style clothing as she points her shillelagh at him again.]
Jack Gene - Irish Ninja seems to be really scared of Tera... Not that I blame her, she's like an Irish version of Druscilla and likely doesn't enjoy Irish Ninja playing into the Irish stereotypes.
Bill Hughes - Well...they do spend all their time in the pub kickin' back pints... what are people supposed to think?
Jack Gene - Bill? See that big, angry Irish woman over there. She can hear you.
[As if to punctuate the comment, Tera moves back to her corner and points her shillelagh towards Bill. In the ring, Pirate Ninja pulls Hecate to her feet and whips her into the ropes. As she comes towards him, he jumps into the air, trying for a spinning heel kick, but Hecate ducks under it and hits the ropes. As she comes back towards him, Pirate Ninja tries for a front thrust kick, but Hecate catches it and throws him into the air, which Pirate Ninja turns into a backflip landing on his feet. He jumps up as soon as his feet hit the ground and lands on Hecate's shoulders going for a hurrancanrana, but Hecate counters, planting him with a powerbomb. Hecate into the cover...
1.....
2....
Irish Ninja dives in and breaks up the cover. Irish Ninja back to his feet and runs to Jade's corner, seeing her come in. Jade kicks Irish Ninja in the gut, hooking him in a version of the fireman's carry, only his feet are still on the ground and then she takes him to the mat hard with the Lightning Spiral, bringing a "ohhhhh!" As she hits it. Irish Ninja not moving at all after the move is landed. Pirate Ninja turns and sees his brother get taken out by Jade and charges towards her but Jade jumps forward, nailing Pirate Ninja with a Jade Kick, knocking him back into the arms of Hecate who grabs him for a German Suplex and rolls backwards, holding onto him, taking him over with a roll up like move, except she comes out of it and then releases Pirate Ninja into the German suplex, bridging into the pin.
1.....
2.....
3!
The bell rings as Jade and Hecate nod to themselves and look down at their foes, all three laid out as Tera climbs into the ring to celebrate with them]
Jack Gene - Wow! Just like that, this match is over and Hecate and Jade seem to have had a point, not much offense at all from the Misfit Ninja Clan. They're going to have to step up their game to compete here in WMW!
Bill Hughes - I'm still amazed at Jade fighting blind! Who knew that stuff was real!?
Jack Gene - A suicide dive! That got the fans on their feet. (...1!) Looks like Tyler is starting the count.
Matrix vs. The Analog Kid
Written by: 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 - The following contest is a standard match scheduled for one fall. On his way to the ring, standing at 6 foot 3 and 250 pounds, hailing from Tampa, Florida, he is a former WMW Mr. Yesterday... he is... Scotty "The Matrix" Kames!
[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 on the turnbuckle.]
Jack Gene - I'd say that the odds are certainly in the favor of The Matrix. A WMW Hall of Famer, taking on a man he beat only two weeks ago, in a very short opening contest.
Bill Hughes - Now I'm not saying that Analog Kid has any kind of a chance here...but I ain't gonna lie to you. StormRider impressed the hell outta me last week. I mean, he did beat Wone.
Jack Gene - He attacked Wone with a baseball bat! He cheated to win and then he bloodied three men for no reason!
Bill Hughes - Yea...you're kinda solidifying my point here.
["Mother" by Danzig blasts from the PA as The Analog Kid appears at the top of the ramp. 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.]
Wayne Inkster - Hailing from Hamilton, Ontario Canada, weighing in at 206lbs and exactly 6 feet, he is... StormRider... THE ANALOG KID!
[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 - Something tells me that "The Legend of Everywhere Else" isn't going to go down as easy as Matrix took him two weeks ago.
[Senior Referee John Law calls for the bell. Immediately Matrix is forced to move out of the way as Analog Kid tries to tackle him, only to bounce off the ropes and into a grapple. Scotty Kames, being the larger of the two, manages to push Kid back and plant him to the ground with a perfectly placed dropkick. Both raise up immediately and begin to exchange blows in the middle of the ring. The brawling goes in favor of StormRider, who throws three unanswered punches to the skull of Matrix and sends him backwards. Trix bounces off of the ropes and comes back for a drop toe hold, slamming him into the mat.]
Jack Gene - And the early advantage goes to The Analog Kid! Matrix knew what to expect with StormRider's early-game but he wasn't able to counter it.
Bill Hughes - Analog just has a relentless pace. ...Man, that name sucks. Analog? Who the hell names themselves Analog?
[StormRider hurtles Matrix across the ring after lifting him up to his feet, only to shoulder him back down. He brings down three elbows to the former Midwest Champ, who can only struggle on the ground while he's aggressively worn down. Rather then continue a ground assault, he allows Kames to stand up and re-gain his footing. This gives StormRider the chance to perform a high spin kick, which Matrix catches in two hands, shoves the foot down, and then snap suplexes The Analog Kid to the mat behind him. Once again, both men get up relatively quickly.]
Bill Hughes - This is like watching a scale that's perfectly balanced on both sides. Every time someone gets a move in, it's reversed and we're back to freakin' square one.
[StormRider puts up his fists and challenges Matrix to a mini-boxing match, which causes the fans to cheer. Trix raises up his dukes as well and then two begin to exchange blows once again. StormRider catches Trix in a grapple, only for the martial artist to bring his knees up against The Kid's gut and break the hold. The Analog Kid dodges two punches and lands an obvious eye-poke to distract the Hall of Famer, allowing him to hit a mean spinning back fist. The crowd boo's at the clear cheating as Matrix falls against the ropes, and is promptly clothes-lined clear out of the ring]
Jack Gene - What a ridiculous display of cheating by The Analog Kid. I guess that's to be expected though, he obviously wasn't gonna win any other way.
Bill Hughes - What? Kid cheated? All I saw was a love tap. Into the eye socket.
[Matrix takes a moment to recover from the fall. He manages to stand up and catch his balance on the railing near the fans (...1). He turns around just in time for The Analog Kid to jump over the top rope and hit a cross-body splash, sending both men to the ground (...2)]
Jack Gene - The Analog Kid with a huge splash over the rope!
[The two brawlers take a moment to recover, with Analog getting up first (...3). He pulls Matrix up and sends him into the barricade at the corner nearest Bill and Jack. Trix hits the barricade and stumbles back just as The Analog Kid runs at him. (...4) Matrix spins quick and trips StormRider with a drop toe hold into the barricade, causing a momentum shift. (...5). Thinking quick, Matrix throws StormRider into the outside turnbuckle, slamming into the metal pole. Matrix quickly brings Analog's arm into the pole. (...6).]
Jack Gene - Matrix has the advantage and he's tearing into StormRider's arm! I can't see how The Kid can get momentum back after that.
Bill Hughes - Ha! I figured it out! A pornstar could use the name Analog! Anal-log! Man, I'm awesome.
Jack Gene - ...Gross.
[Matrix throws StormRider into the ring and follows suit. Matrix then pulls his opponent up, kicks his gut and lands a quick DDT to ensure he stays down. With The Analog Kid flat on his back, Matrix takes to the turnbuckle and signals for the shooting star press. He raises up on the top turnbuckle and jumps off]
Bill Hughes - Touch of Reality - NO!
[Matrix hits the canvas and his head bounces clean off. The Analog Kid rolls out of the way and holds his busted arm. Moving quick, he covers a stunned Matrix.]
Jack Gene - Analog Kid gets out of the way just in time! This could be the upset! 1...2...and no, not yet!
[StormRider takes advantage of Trix on the ground and locks his legs around Matrix's shoulders, pulling his arm and locking in a submission. Immediately StormRider rolls onto his back, dragging the hold with him and causing Trix to distort, arm yanked backwards and screaming in pain]
Jack Gene - Matrix is in a bad way now, as Analog Kid has the Head-Scissors Armbar locked in!
[Matrix struggles to get out of the submission. He has his free arm out, reaching for the rope and slamming his fist against the mat, fighting himself from tapping out. The Analog Kid screams as he puts more pressure in, trying desperately to get a submission win. Trix suddenly spasms and twists, allowing him to bring his free hand over his body to punch StormRider once - twice - three times and the hold breaks! Matrix struggles to stand, holding his arm in pain as Analog Kid is up significantly quicker.]
Jack Gene - Matrix got out of the submission, but it's not looking like it helped him much. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, as they say!
Bill Hughes - They don't say that.
[Matrix is distracted as The Analog Kid leaps forward and hits a devastating kick to the chin of Scotty Kames]
Jack Gene - Sure Shot! Analog Kid hits the Sure Shot and that's gonna be a huge upset!
[The pin is made off to the side of the ring, dangerously close to the ropes. Matrix is laid out as the count begins: 1...2...and Trix grabs the bottom rope without moving his body, causing John Law to break the pin. Analog Kid is clearly frustrated as he gets up and throws a minor temper tantrum to the ref. Matrix recovers as well as can, getting back to his feet. Clearly mad that he's lost the upper hand, The Kid leaps at Matrix with another Sure Shot, only for it to be dodged, and a HARD spinebuster leaves StormRider on the mat]
Bill Hughes - Damn! That shook the ring!
[Rather then go for a pin, Matrix moves to the turnbuckle to once again attempt a Touch of Reality. He struggles to climb, and then stands atop the corner with his arms stretched outwards, ready for the finishing move.]
Jack Gene - It's been a crazy back and forth match, but this is definitely gonna be over right about...no! Analog Kid is back up!
[The Kid stumbles his way up to his feet and jumps up the turnbuckle to grapple Matrix. The two shake and try to catch their balance, using the rope as leverage. The Analog Kid yanks Matrix backwards and hurls him into the ring, causing him to flip onto his back on the mat. StormRider falls too, however, cracking his leg on the post and ropes, leaving him howling in pain when he hits the mat in the corner, having hit both his leg and damaged his leg]
Bill Hughes - Holy [bleep].
Jack Gene - The Analog Kid is down for the count, but he's in some serious, legitimate pain right now. His head's busted and I think he might have broken his leg.
[Matrix yells something at Referee John Law upon seeing StormRider screaming. Medics immediately move into the ring, with more running from backstage. Matrix stays back.]
Jack Gene - Looks like our Senior Referee John Law is relaying a message to Wayne Inkster. We might have a no contest.
Bill Hughes - Are you kidding me? Why the hell didn't he just pin him and THEN let the medics see his leg?
[Wayne Inkster does indeed get on the mic]
Wayne Inkster - Ladies and gentlemen, Senior Referee John Law has called a stopped to this match, declaring it a No Contest due to serious injury.
[The medics move StormRider, who is howling in agony due to his leg. He doesn't seem too bothered by the bleeding head wound, rather trying to grab at his leg until he's strapped down. Matrix remains by the side of the stretcher as it's taken out]
Jack Gene - Matrix with a surprising show of great sportsmanship, not only calling for the medics, but helping them take The Analog Kid to the back. That's respect, Bill.
Bill Hughes - That's just weak is what that is.
Jack Gene - We can only guess what would have happened had that freak accident not have occurred. I will say that despite his character flaws, I hope The Analog Kid gets well soon and will be back here in the WMW as soon as possible.
Bill Hughes - Hehe...Analog...
[Jack lets out a vocal sigh as the scene fades out on the stretcher heading up the ramp]
Waiting...
[The scene fades in to the parking lot where WMW officials sit and wait for both the WWA and Team Danger* to arrive. Sault is outside, and he's on his cell phone.]Sault St. Marie - I assure you, Mr. Johnson. I have spoken with both Defiance and the WWA and they both will be here tonight with the titles. I've gotten everything taken control. Just come on down, and we'll meet them together.
[He hangs up the phone and puts it into his pocket.]
Jack Gene - Team Danger* are expected to arrive here tonight, as WWA steps in to give WMW and the Hardcore Icons what they deserve, and that's those Tag Team Championships. We're being told that Team Danger* is on their way, but right now, it's time for the Celestial Avatars taking on the Misfit Ninjas in an MTL3 match.
[The shot cuts.]
The Celestial Avatars vs. The Misfit Ninjas
Written by: Jade
[The scene opens back up at ringside.]
Jack Gene - I almost feel sorry for the Misfit Ninja Clan. We've seen Hecate get mad before but I don't think we've ever seen Jade get as angry and upset as she was earlier this week. I think that plain and simple, the Misfit Ninja Clan is in deep trouble here tonight.
Bill Hughes - Yeah, the Misfit Ninja clan might be amusing to watch, but they seem to have really angered Hecate and Jade and I'm not sure that's a good idea.
Wayne Inkster - Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is a tag team match in the MTL 3 tournament and it is set for one fall! Introducing first..weighing at a combined weight of 419lbs and accompanied to the ring by Hollywood Ninja, they are the MISFIT NINJA CLAN!!!!
["Strike of the Ninja" by Dragonforce plays as Pirate Ninja and Irish Ninja run out onto the stage. Irish Ninja raises up a mug of beer, and Pirate Ninja does a standing backflip, landing perfectly on his feet. Hollywood Ninja saunters out, at first doing the "raise the roof" motion, and then doing the Hulk Hogan "flex with one arm and keep the other straight" pose.
The three ninjas then walk down the ramp, with Irish Ninja and Pirate Ninja high-fiving the fans on either side, while Hollywood Ninja continues to flex. The three ninjas slide under the ropes, with Irish and Pirate getting up and posing on the turnbuckles, while Hollywood does the Hogan "flex/straight" pose again.]
Jack Gene - You know, it was odd that we never heard Pirate or Irish Ninja's views on Jade and Hecate. Hollywood Ninja seems to be the only one allowed to speak for the group...
Bill Hughes - Duh, any self respecting ninja clan only has one person speak for the clan. The other ninjas just go out and carry out the will of their leader.
Wayne Inkster - And introducing their opponents, weighing at a combined weight of 307lbs, accompanied to the ring by Tera, they are the team of Hecate and Jade, the CELESTIAL AVATARS!!!!
[The lights all go out, sending the arena into blackness as "The Thing that Should not be" by Metallica blasts through the audio system in the arena as primordial storms flare to life on the videotron. The music is interrupted first by the screech of an owl and then by the roar of a dragon as a white and black owl swoops in front of the storms on the videotron followed by an Eastern Jade Dragon, a lone spot light shining down on two cloaked figures standing at the top of the entryway as the music continues. One cloaked figure steps behind the other, suggestively running hands up the first cloaked figures body before unfastening the cloak and letting it drop to the ground to show Hecate standing in black hot pants with a Jade Dragon wrapping around the her waist and a black halter top with a silvery white owl across her left breast, the Heartlands title proudly fastened around her waist. Hecate lifts her scepter up in the air before spinning around the second cloaked figure and repeating the suggestive running of her hands up the cloaked figures body before unfastening the cloak and letting it spill to the floor to reveal Jade standing there in a matching black hot pants and halter top, although on Jade the dragon is wrapped around her chest and the owl is one leg of the hot pants, pointed inwards with the Shoot title fastened proudly around her waist.
Hecate and Jade stand side by side, looking at each other and then Hecate starts down towards the ring, Jade standing at the entrance watching her before taking off in a run towards the ring, Hecate hopping up onto the ring apron and dropping into a split as Jade leaps up landing on Hecate's shoulders in a handstand before vaulting over the ropes as Hecate slithers under the ring ropes on her belly and rises up behind Jade, the two staring out at the crowd belly to back before rushing the corners and hopping up to the second turnbuckle and lifting their hands, bringing a surprising amount of cheers from the fans before hopping down and looking towards their opponents, both narrowing their eyes.]
Jack Gene - and here come Jade and Hecate, with one seems to have become one of the more popular tag team entrances in WMW.
Bill Hughes - I have their entrance video stored on my home computer.
Jack Gene - Why am I not surprised?
[Referee Luna pier looks over at the two teams. Jade and Hecate discuss in their corner, while in the the other corner, Hollywood Ninja sends Pirate Ninja out. Seeing this, Jade and Hecate nod and Hecate steps out, allowing Jade to start off. Jade and Pirate Ninja stand in the middle of the ring as the bell rings to start the match.]
Jack Gene - And here we go, Monk vs Ninja
Bill Hughes - It's like an episode of 'Deadliest Warrior'! You ever watch that show?
Jack Gene - Once, but it didn't seem all that accurate or scientific to me.
Bill Hughes - It totally is! They have computers and calculations and everything! Or are you implying that Jade couldn't kill a Moari Warrior?
Jack Gene - Well, if it is accurate, it's bad news for the Misfit Ninja Clan, the Spartan beat the Ninja handedly in their simulation.
[Pirate Ninja walks around, taunting Jade, darting in a feint, then feinting another way, going back and forth in a series of fake attacks. Jade stands there for a moment and then rolls her eyes, kicking Pirate Ninja in the head, sending him to the mat. Jade just shakes her head and waits for him to get up. As Pirate Ninja gets to his feet, Jade moves in and kicks out, trying to sweep Pirate Ninja's legs out from under him, but Pirate Ninja jumps up into a standing backflip, nailing the landing perfectly... and catches a super kick from Jade dead center in the chest as he lands, sending him tumbling into his corner. Irish Ninja reaches over and makes the blind tag. Hoping onto the ropes and springboarding off, throwing the infamous Ninja black egg right into Jade's face as he lands in front of her. Jade staggers around for a few moments but then closes her eyes and stands still, taking a few deep breaths as she adopts a fighting stance, her head turning around the ring almost as if she can see.]
Jack Gene - Jade started off this match on a roll, but it didn't take the Misfit Ninja Clan long to resort to the dirty tricks the ninjas are famous for.
Bill Hughes - Black Egg of blindness! Jade is screwed now!
Jack Gene - Umm... no, not really. Buddhist and Shaolin monks have trained to fight blind for centuries, the lesson might not be over for the ninjas yet.
[Pirate Ninja gets to his feet as he and Irish Ninja move to try and double team Jade. Pirate Ninja grabs Luna Pier and shoves her towards Jade but Jade catches her, reaching out and holding her at bay with a hand. After a second, she moves Pier behind her. Pirate Ninja charges in for a dropkick but Jade drops down into a forward roll and Pirate Ninja nails Luna Pier, taking her out. As Jade comes up, Irish Ninja grabs her and whips her into his corner, but Jade jumps up and lands on the top, jumping off into a splitlegged moonsault, but Irish catches her and tosses her to the mat with a fallaway slam. Irish Ninja and Pirate Ninja immediately jump on Jade, hammering her with punches and kicks. Hecate tries to enter the ring to help her partner but Luna Pier blocks her. While Luna is tied up with Hecate, Hollywood Ninja sneaks in and joins in the attack until Tera slides into the ring and charges forward, taking Hollywood ninja down with a clothesline. Hollywood Ninja jumps to his feet, 'hulking up' and doing his little strut around Tera, who looks on, impressed. He points at Tera, yelling out "YOU!" Tera sighs and levels him with a big time right hand. Hollywood bounces right back up to his feet, and Tera nails him again, Hollywood back to his feet again trying to 'hulk up more' Hecate kicks Tera's Shillelagh to her and she picks it up, turning and cracking Hollywood Ninja in the skull, taking him to the mat and seemingly knocking him out cold. Tera nods to herself and uses her foot to roll Hollywood Ninja out of the ring. Irish Ninja looks up and nudges Pirate Ninja pointing to Tera. "Sheesh got a shilllelaghhh! Sheeehs a Leprechaunnn or shumshing!]
Jack Gene - This match has completely broken down here, folks! Luna Pier is keeping Hecate from helping her partner while a blind Jade is trying to fight off Pirate and Irish Ninjas. Hollywood tried to make it three on one but Tera just knocked the tar out of him with that Irish war club, known as a shillelagh.
Bill Hughes - I think she hit a home run too, Jack. Hollywood has got to have little vitamins, prayer books, and miniature hogans running around his head right now.
Jack Gene - That just might be your weirdest analogy yet.
Bill Hughes - It's not my fault he thinks he's hogan! I guess no one told him that the 'vitamins' Hogan was on for all those years were really-
Jack Gene - I think everyone in this country and in anyway, shape, or form a part of or a fan of this business knows what they really were. Let's just focus on the match now, think we can do that?
Bill Hughes - Whatcha gonna doooo?
Jack Gene - Right now? Try very hard to resist the urge to punch you in the face.
Bill Hughes - Hey! I beat AWS Man! Don't bad mouth me or I'll give you a knuckle sammich with a side o' pain!
Jack Gene - Ugh...someone shoot me now...
[In the ring, Jade capitalizes on the distraction to get to her feet and as Irish comes in throwing a punch, Jade does a bit of drunken boxing, seeming dodging the blow by sheer luck, and directing the blow into Pirate Ninja's face, causing him to stagger back. As Tera slides out of the ring, Jade turns and rolls forward, making the tag to Hecate, bringing her into the match as Jade goes to sit on the apron, Tera coming over to help wash Jade's eyes out. Hecate charges forward and plants the heel of her foot in Irish Ninja's gut, sending him tumbling back into the turnbuckle, clutching his midsection. Luna Pier forces Pirate Ninja to get out of the ring, which he does, only to tag Irish ninja and then climb back into the ring. Hecate charges in and tries for another Spartan kick, but Pirate Ninja pivots and turns, avoiding the kick, jumping into the air and nailing Hecate with the pele kick, sending Hecate down to the mat hard. Irish Ninja cracks Hecate over the head with his beer mug, breaking the mug and causing Jade to come into the ring, bring Luna Pier into keep her out. Tera walks around and points her shillelagh at Irish Ninja who holds up his hands. "Pleasshe dont hurt me! I shwear I dont want yer lucky sharms!" Tera narrows her eyes and shakes her head, removing her cloak and hood, showcasing her blue, celtic war paint on her face and her leather druidic style clothing as she points her shillelagh at him again.]
Jack Gene - Irish Ninja seems to be really scared of Tera... Not that I blame her, she's like an Irish version of Druscilla and likely doesn't enjoy Irish Ninja playing into the Irish stereotypes.
Bill Hughes - Well...they do spend all their time in the pub kickin' back pints... what are people supposed to think?
Jack Gene - Bill? See that big, angry Irish woman over there. She can hear you.
[As if to punctuate the comment, Tera moves back to her corner and points her shillelagh towards Bill. In the ring, Pirate Ninja pulls Hecate to her feet and whips her into the ropes. As she comes towards him, he jumps into the air, trying for a spinning heel kick, but Hecate ducks under it and hits the ropes. As she comes back towards him, Pirate Ninja tries for a front thrust kick, but Hecate catches it and throws him into the air, which Pirate Ninja turns into a backflip landing on his feet. He jumps up as soon as his feet hit the ground and lands on Hecate's shoulders going for a hurrancanrana, but Hecate counters, planting him with a powerbomb. Hecate into the cover...
1.....
2....
Irish Ninja dives in and breaks up the cover. Irish Ninja back to his feet and runs to Jade's corner, seeing her come in. Jade kicks Irish Ninja in the gut, hooking him in a version of the fireman's carry, only his feet are still on the ground and then she takes him to the mat hard with the Lightning Spiral, bringing a "ohhhhh!" As she hits it. Irish Ninja not moving at all after the move is landed. Pirate Ninja turns and sees his brother get taken out by Jade and charges towards her but Jade jumps forward, nailing Pirate Ninja with a Jade Kick, knocking him back into the arms of Hecate who grabs him for a German Suplex and rolls backwards, holding onto him, taking him over with a roll up like move, except she comes out of it and then releases Pirate Ninja into the German suplex, bridging into the pin.
1.....
2.....
3!
The bell rings as Jade and Hecate nod to themselves and look down at their foes, all three laid out as Tera climbs into the ring to celebrate with them]
Jack Gene - Wow! Just like that, this match is over and Hecate and Jade seem to have had a point, not much offense at all from the Misfit Ninja Clan. They're going to have to step up their game to compete here in WMW!
Bill Hughes - I'm still amazed at Jade fighting blind! Who knew that stuff was real!?
[The scene fades.]
[“You Found Me” by The Fray plays over the P.A. system as Zana Knight begins to walks down the aile with a distraught look on her face, and her head down. Zana Knight without her briefcase walks down the aile very slowly. The fans boo Zana Knight not showing any sympathy for her current situation. Zana Knight finally makes it into the ring, and with grief in her voice asks for a mic from Wayne Inkster. Wayne Inkster hands Zana Knight a mic…]
Zana Knight - ….
[Zana Knight begins to cry….]
Zana Knight - ….
[Zana Knight still crying; now begins to sigh….]
Zana Knight - I would have never tho-thought that WMW management, staff, wrestlers, and fans would ever see me in this vulnerable state. This emotion…
[Zana Knight takes a moment and then begins to continue to speak…]
Zana Knight - This emotion I feel is too much to bear. This pain I feel is torturing my heart and soul. Ever since my husband, Damian Knight, told me he wants to divorce me. I have been an emotional wreck. Damian Knight’s love for this business, and for his marriage with me has seem to faded away. Let me be the first to say, ITS NOT FAIR!!!! It’s not fair how you just walked out on me. Damn you, Damian, it’s not fair. The going got tough, so you just walk out on the two things you love the most. Damian, right now you have a yellow streak going up your back. You are a coward for what you did last week. In this business if you drop the ball, you pick the ball back up, and try again. You just don’t grab your ball, and go home. I don’t care if you are the biggest face in the business, or the biggest heel in the business. If you love this business you fight until the end. I know that I am probably the biggest bitch in WMW history, and not liked very much in the locker room area, or amongst the fans. But, one thing that is clear is that I love this business. Whether you fans know it or not, I love to perform for you all. I love the thrill of this business. If it wasn’t for you fans there would be no Zana Knight. There would be no Damian Knight, no AWS Man, no Jack Reynolds, no Hecate, and the list goes on. And for what Damian Knight did last week, shows he has no respect for his marriage, no respect for this business, no respect for me, no respect for WMW, or the WMW fans. Its pure selfishness the actions Damian Knight displayed last week. Even, though I don’t respect what Damian did last week. I do still love him, and want to save my marriage. I also hope that Damian Knight also wants to save his status within this business.
[The fans continues to boo…All of a sudden Zana Knight begins to kneel down on her knees in the middle of the ring.]
Zana Knight - Damian, I’m doing this only because I love you, and want to save our marriage. I’m begging you to comeback to me. I’m down on my knees begging you to come home to me, and WMW.
[The fans begin to chant, “We Don’t Need Him…” All of a sudden the unknown man sneaks through the crowd, and jumps over the barricade without Zana Knight noticing him. With a methodical manner, the unknown man sneaks into the ring behind Zana Knight still kneeling begging for Damian Knight’s return…]
Zana Knight - Damian, you fucked up, but you still can comeback home to me, and WMW. Slowly, but surely you can be forgiven. Damian, I’m begging you to retu….
[Out of no where the unknown man connects with a stiff kick to the back of Zana Knight’s head knocking her out cold. The unknown man with an evil smirk on his face stands over top of Zana, and examines the damage done. Finally security manages to make it into the ring and escort the unknown man from the ring while attendants check on Zana Knight.]
Jack Gene - The tag champs seem to be on the rocks lately and who knows what is on that disc that Kronin received from Ryven, but they need to put all that behind them tonight and focus on the match at hand.
Bill Hughes - RyKro is on it's last legs, they have been surpassed by the Hardcore Icons and newcomer teams like Bad-Dawg here are nipping at their heels. This will be the start of the slide into ruin and destruction and I for one can't wait till it happens.
Jack Gene - We have Ryven starting for the Revolution and for the team of Gras-Dawg and Mo' Bad it looks like Mo' Bad is getting the start. And referee Stephen Tyler is calling for the bell, this match is under way.
(Ring, ring, ring)
[Mo' Bad and Ryven lock up in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up, the two men jockeying for position until Mo' Bad gets the upper hand and shoves Ryven back. Ryven takes a moment to stretch his arms and shoulders before the two men tie up again, once again Mo' Bad getting the better and shoving Ryven back and down to the mat.]
Jack Gene - Ryven may have a few inches in height on Mo' Bad but the "Baddest Man on the Planet" seems to have the edge on strength so far in the match.
Bill Hughes - Ha! I love watching Whyven get knocked on his ass, keep it up Mo' Bad. Ryven is about to have a Badddddd Day....get it...haha.
Jack Gene - Cute Bill, very cute, did AWS Man (also known as Bill) write that for you? Ryven and Mo' Bad locking up again in the middle of the ring, Ryven slips out and applies an arm wringer on Mo' Bad, he's really twisting on that arm too. Mo' Bad rolls through the hold but Ryven catches him with a kick to the side of Mo' Bad's head as Mo' Bad comes out of the roll and now Ryven has a hammer lock applied to Mo' Bad.
[Ryven pulls up hard on Mo' Bad's arm, bringing a grimace to Mo' Bad's face as he tries to break the hammerlock but Ryven pulls up harder on the hammer lock, bringing Mo' Bad up to his toes as he tries to relieve the pressure on his arm and shoulder. Mo' Bad turns, dropping to one knee and flipping Ryven over with a fireman's carry to break the hold. Ryven quickly on Mo' Bad and locking in a side head lock but Mo' Bad quickly reverses it with a hip toss.]
Jack Gene - Mo' Bad is speeding up the pace here, which really favors the his and Gras-Dawg's style of match. Ryven up after the hip toss and is sent to the mat with an arm drag, and there is another one as Mo' Bad is starting to get into his groove here.
Bill Hughes - This is an awesome match, I haven't seen Whyven being tossed around like this in quite awhile.
[Ryven gets back up to his feet and Mo' Bad catches him with another quick arm drag and quickly to his feet, catching Ryven with a side kick to Ryven's chest as the Mentalist tries to rise from the arm drag. Mo' Bad reaches over and tags in Gras-Dawg who hops over the top rope and charges at Ryven, Ryven drops to the mat and Gras-Dawg runs by him, hitting the opposite ropes and bouncing back, Ryven ducking under a clothes line attempt by Gras-Dawg. The two hitting the opposite ropes, Gras-dawg with a leap frog over Ryven and the two bouncing off the ropes once more.]
Jack Gene - Gras-Dawg in now, the two men really picking up the pace now...Gras-Dawg dropping to the mat as Ryven rushes by him, Gras-Dawg up and another leap frog by the young up and comer and this pass Gras-Dawg hits the mat as Ryven runs by, Gras-Dawg up to his feet and he just connected with a beautiful drop kick to Ryven's face. Gras-Dawg though is taking time to play up to the crowd who are eating this up.
Bill Hughes - To date this has been his biggest issue, staying focused and not playing up to the crowd. The kid has talent but he seems more interested in showboating than wrestling.
Jack Gene - Very true, the crowd is going wild as Gras-Dawg climbs the turnbuckle, even his partner is telling him to get down and focus on Ryven. Ryven is up to one knee, he's watching Gras-Dawg for a moment then quickly makes the tag to Kronin, the big man is in the ring and is waiting on Gras-Dawg to turn around. This could get very bad for Gras-Dawg, Kronin hasn't looked happy for days...
Bill Hughes - Very true, and everyone knows a pissed off Kronin is a very dangerous thing.
[Gras-Dawg hops off the middle turn buckle turning around in the air as he does, his eyes growing large as he spots Kronin waiting for him, the Master of Rock and Shock catching Gras-Dawg with a mandible claw as the young wrestler lands, Kronin keeping the hold in place with one hand behind Gras-Dawg's head. Gras-Dawg's eyes bugging out as he tries to pull Kronin's fingers out of his throat but Kronin just narrows his eyes and applies more pressure to the hold, walking Gras-Dawg around the ring before placing one hand behind his back and lifting Gras-Dawg up and slamming him down to the mat.]
Bill Hughes - Whoa! I've seen Choke Slams before...but don't think I've ever seen someone do one using the Mandible Claw like that. And Kronin still has the claw locked in with Gras-Dawg on his back, this match could already be over. The referee down for the count...1...2...Gras-Dawg able to get his shoulder up.
Jack Gene - Gras-Dawg is looking for the ropes but he's in the middle of the ring, Holy Cow! Gras-Dawg just used a breakdancing like windmill to spin his way out of the Mandible Claw! But Kronin recovers quickly and actually snagged on of Gras-Dawg's legs and has a standing Ankle lock on now. Gras-Dawg is trying to hand walk to the ropes and manages to get there, Kronin breaking the Ankle Lock at the count of 3.
[Gras-Dawg gets to his feet, gingerly testing the ankle out to see how bad it is before the two men lock up, Kronin slips into a side head lock, Gras-Dawg shoots him off into the ropes and Kronin takes Gras-Dawg down with a shoulder block as they meet in the middle of the ring. Kronin locks on a rear chin lock before Gras-Dawg can get back to his feet, really pulling back on Gras-Dawg's chin to apply more pressure. The fans seem undecided on who to cheer for, some are yelling out Kronin's name and others are cheering on Gras-Dawg while Mo' Bad tries to fire Gras-Dawg up from the outside.]
Bill Hughes - Damnit! I wanted to see Gras-Dawg in there kicking butt and flying all over the ring, instead I'm treated to another slow ass snooze fest from Kronin and Ryven.
Jack Gene - I think it's a smart strategy by the Revolution, keeping the high flying team grounded to take away their advantage. Kronin is burying his knee into Gras-Dawg's back, adding more pressure to the chin lock but Gras-Dawg manages to get out of the hold only to planted with a DDT by Kronin. Tag to Ryven, Kronin has Gras-Dawg up and is holding him for Ryven who is lining up the shot...Wait! Gras-Dawg manages to wiggle out of Kronin's arms and Ryven nearly clocked Kronin there. The two men are having a discussion in the ring and they seem to have forgotten about Gras-Dawg for the moment.
[Gras-Dawg smirks and places a finger to his temple as he looks at the two men exchanging words before hitting the ropes and charging right at Ryven and Kronin, who don't seem to notice what's going on but at the last moment both turn as one and level Gras-Dawg with a pair of punches to the face and head. Then the Revolution follows it up with a double elbow drop down onto Gras-Dawg, Gras-Dawg sitting up with pain evident on his face. Ryven pulls Gras-Dawg up and slaps on a side head lock.]
Jack Gene - Gras-Dawg tried to catch the tag champs unaware there and got caught.
Bill Hughes - Damn and here I thought RyKro was finally breaking apart. And more boring holds by Ryven...this isn't amateur wrestling..lets see some flashy moves!
Jack Gene - Gras-Dawg manages to send Ryven off to the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Ryven ducks and as Gras-Dawg turns around slaps the side head lock on again. So far this match RyKro ...Damnit! now you got me saying it...
Bill Hughes - HAHA! If they break up will we get to see them on TMZ cause that would be awesome!
Jack Gene - I'm going to pretend you didn't say that. So far The Revolution has managed to keep this match exactly how they want it. Gras-Dawg and Mo' Bad need to figure a way to get the pace picked up if they will have any chance. Gras-Dawg attempts to shove Ryven off but the Mentalist clamps down harder on the side head lock, Gras-Dawg attempts to push him off again and once more Ryven clamps down to keep the hold in place. No flashy or big moves from the Tag Champs but they are slowly and steadily wearing Gras-Dawg down, making him expend a lot of energy to get out of these holds while keeping themselves fresh.
[Gras-Dawg goes to shove Ryven off one more time, but Ryven shakes his head as he clamps down hard on the side head lock. Gras-Dawg attempts several punches to Ryven's midsection but Ryven shrugs them off and keeps the hold locked on, finally Gras-Dawg wraps his arms around Ryven's midsection and lifts him up into the air and drops him down to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Ryven arches his back as he lands and Gras-Dawg rolls into his corner and makes the tag to Mo' Bad. Gras-Dawg moves back and grabs Ryven as Mo' Bad gets into the ring, Mo' bad bouncing off the ropes and running right by Gras-Dawg who lifts Ryven up and drops him down for a powerbomb, holding on and lifting him back into the air as Mo' Bad bounces off the opposite ropes and jumps up as he reaches Gras-Dawg, craddling Ryven's head in a bulldog position as Gras-Dawg lifts Ryven back up and over, driving Ryven's head into the mat.]
Jack Gene - Good Lord! Ryven will have a headache for sure after that move by Mo' Bad and Gras-Dawg! Powerbomb into a facebuster bulldog type move.
Bill Hughes - Whyven got bitten by Bad-Dawg there and that certainly changed the complexion of the match. And Mo' Bad isn't one to show boat like Gras-Dawg is likely to do, not in the middle of the match.
Jack Gene - Ryven is back up on his feet but Mo' Bad is coming off the ropes and the larger man just ran Ryven over with a running shoulder block. Ryven back up to his feet fairly quickly but he is met by another running shoulder block from Mo' Bad. Mo' Bad pauses and pumps his fist in the air as he waits for Ryven to get back up only to take the tag champ down with another running shoulder block, Mo' Bad starting to get some momentum here.
[Mo' Bad catches Ryven with a big boot to the midsection, then spins Ryven around and lifts him up and slams the tag champ down to the mat with a gutwrench suplex then follow it up with a drop kick to Ryven's face as the Mentalist gets back to his feet. On the outside of the ring, Gras-Dawg is whooping it up while on the other side of the ring, Kronin is yelling to Ryven while Lilly slaps her hands on the mat in an effort to fire Ryven back up again. As Ryven gets back to his feet, Mo' Bad slips up behind him and wraps his arms around Ryven's waist and hoists him up and over in a German suplex.]
Jack Gene - The pace of this match is really starting to pick up here, Mo' Bad and Gras-Dawg are all fired up and really taking it to Ryven here.
Bill Hughes - About damn time this match got interesting. Nothing like seeing Whyven getting his ass whooped to brighten up the day.
Jack Gene - Mo' Bad with a tag to Gras-Dawg now and whips Ryven across the ring to the other ropes, both Mo' Bad and Gras-Dawg awaiting and a huge double flapjack on Ryven who is in real pain after that move. Gras-Dawg bouncing off the ropes and dropping Ryven back down to the mat with corkscrew scissors kick to the back of Ryven's head. Now he has Ryven back up to his feet and sends him sailing into the corner, following up with a clothes line but Ryven still has some life left in him and is fighting back in the corner.
[Ryven connects with several elbow's in the corner, staggering Gras-Dawg back a few steps before charging into a raised boot which stops the young rookie. Gras-Dawg shakes his head as Ryven tries to move out of the corner and sending Ryven back into the corner with a shoulder block and follows it up with several more before standing up and grinning, letting out a loud "Who Dat!" and laying into Ryven with rights and lefts in the corner then pausing to spin around and connect with a discus like right hook that drops Ryven down to the mat in a sitting position. Holding onto the ropes with both hands, Gras-Dawg jumps up and lands with a boot to Ryven's chest, then delivers several more while referee Stephen Tyler counts to 5. Gras-Dawg steps back at 4 to break the count before stepping forward again and pushing off the bottom rope, his legs swinging up and holding himself in the air a moment before swinging back down and planting both feet into Ryven's chest.]
Jack Gene - Bourbon Street Beatdown!
Bill Hughes - With an extra twist at the end, now this is the Gras-Dawg everyone wanted to see.
Jack Gene - Gras-Dawg has pulled Ryven out of the corner now, and Ryven somehow still has enough sense left to fight back with several blows to Gras-Dawg's abdomen, but Gras-Dawg cuts him off with a knee to the midsection and whips him into the ropes. Ryven hits the ropes close enough to the corner that Kronin is able to reach out and tag himself. Ryven just ducked under a clothes line attempt and bounces off the opposite ropes where he ducks another one. Ryven catching Gras-Dawg as the rookie turns around and lifts him up into the air and GOOD LORD! Kronin with a running bicycle kick off the ropes to Gras-Dawg's chest as Ryven drops Gras-Dawg to the mat with a spine buster.
Bill Hughes - Damnit! Just when I was really getting into the match.
[Kronin grabs Gras-Dawg as the rookie gets back up to his feet, locking in a double underhook before dropping Gras-Dawg to the mat headfirst with a DDT. Kronin shakes his head, muttering under his breath as he pulls Gras-Dawg to his feet and drives his forearm into Gras-Dawg's back once, and holding onto Gras-Dawg's waist band drives his forearm several more times into Gras-Dawg's back before wrapping his arms around Gras-Dawg's waist and lifting the rookie up and over into a German suplex, holding on and pulling Gras-Dawg to his feet again to deliver another German Suplex and with his hands still locked delivers a third German Suplex to the rookie before letting go, rising to his feet and lifting his hand in the arm in a rock sign as the crowd roars loudly.]
Jack Gene - A series of thunderous German Suplexes by Kronin on Gras-Dawg, the young star has really taken a beating in the last few moments of the match.
Bill Hughes - I don't think Gras-Dawg will be partying too much tonight, he's going to need to see his chiropractor.
Jack Gene - Kronin has Gras-Dawg in the middle of the ring and has the Sharpshooter locked in, Gras-Dawg is crying out in pain and desperately trying to crawl towards the ropes but Kronin pulls him back to the middle of the ring. Gras-Dawg attempts to crawl his way to the ropes once more but once again Kronin pulls him back into the center of the ring. Mo' Bad is looking frantic outside the ring.
[Gras-Dawg tries to claw and crawl his way to the ropes once more, Mo' Bad seeing the look of pain on his partner's face quickly climbs up to the top rope as Gras-Dawg stops crawling and hovers with his hand above the mat.]
Jack Gene - Looks like Gras-Dawg is about to tap out here, Kronin is really sitting back in the Sharpshooter.
Bill Hughes - At least it's not Whyven in there, he would find some way to lose the match for them.
[Gras-Dawg looks to be barely holding out on tapping but Mo' Bad leaps off the top rope in a moonsault, twisting in the air and connecting with a leg drop onto the back of Kronin's shoulders and neck, driving him head first into the mat.]
Jack Gene - Mo' Badder Blues! Mo' Bad just broke the hold with the Mo' Badder Blues and Kronin looks like he hit the mat hard.
[As Mo' Bad gets up to his feet he is met by a boot to the midsection by Ryven who then pulls him into position for a suplex, lifting Mo' Bad up in the air and holding him vertical for several moments before turning and twisting as he drives Mo' Bad's body into the mat, Mo' Bad rolling under the ring ropes but remaining on the apron after the move.]
Jack Gene - And now Ryven just hit the The Awakening on Mo' Bad, this match is breaking down quickly here.
Bill Hughes - Damn that Whyven, getting involved when he's not even the legal man. The ref should disqualify RyKro right there.
Jack Gene - But isn't that the exact same thing Mo' Bad did to Kronin, Gras-Dawg is up and Ryven doesn't notice him. Gras-Dawg with a big boot and then pulls Ryven up and drops Ryven with the Bourbon Street Stunner. There are bodies all over the place in the ring.
Bill Hughes - Carnage all over the place in there, I love it!
[Gras-Dawg gets back to his feet and turns around right into a huge spear from Kronin, sending both men crashing to the mat. Referee Stephen Tyler waits a moment to see if either wrestler gets back to his feet before starting his ten count...1....2....all four men are barely moving....3....4...Kronin starts to try to pull himself up but slumps back down. Mo' Bad uses the ropes to pull himself up to a sitting position while Ryven rolls over and starts to push himself up with his hands. Gras-Dawg rolls over and grabs at the ropes....5....6....Kronin makes it up to one knee while Gras-Dawg starts to pull himself up using the ropes. Ryven gets up to his hands and knees while Mo' Bad pulls himself up outside the ring....7....8....Kronin and Gras-Dawg get back to their feet about same time while Ryven pulls himself up in one corner and Mo' Bad uses the ropes to hold himself up.]
Jack Gene - All four men are back to their feet, Stephen Tyler has signaled both men made it before the ten count. This has turned into one heck of a match between these four men.
Bill Hughes -Now is the time for Bad-Dawg to put it away and get the win over RyKro.
During the Break
[The shot opens up at ringside where Jack and Bill look at one another with baffled looks on their faces.]
Jack Gene - Welcome back everyone to Wrestling Midwest Graveyard Shift 111. And, once again, during the commercial break, the Knight saga continues. This time, as Zana Knight came out to plea for her husband to return to both WMW and to her. I don't even know how to describe it. Go to the tape.
/.../
Zana Knight - ….
[Zana Knight begins to cry….]
Zana Knight - ….
[Zana Knight still crying; now begins to sigh….]
Zana Knight - I would have never tho-thought that WMW management, staff, wrestlers, and fans would ever see me in this vulnerable state. This emotion…
[Zana Knight takes a moment and then begins to continue to speak…]
Zana Knight - This emotion I feel is too much to bear. This pain I feel is torturing my heart and soul. Ever since my husband, Damian Knight, told me he wants to divorce me. I have been an emotional wreck. Damian Knight’s love for this business, and for his marriage with me has seem to faded away. Let me be the first to say, ITS NOT FAIR!!!! It’s not fair how you just walked out on me. Damn you, Damian, it’s not fair. The going got tough, so you just walk out on the two things you love the most. Damian, right now you have a yellow streak going up your back. You are a coward for what you did last week. In this business if you drop the ball, you pick the ball back up, and try again. You just don’t grab your ball, and go home. I don’t care if you are the biggest face in the business, or the biggest heel in the business. If you love this business you fight until the end. I know that I am probably the biggest bitch in WMW history, and not liked very much in the locker room area, or amongst the fans. But, one thing that is clear is that I love this business. Whether you fans know it or not, I love to perform for you all. I love the thrill of this business. If it wasn’t for you fans there would be no Zana Knight. There would be no Damian Knight, no AWS Man, no Jack Reynolds, no Hecate, and the list goes on. And for what Damian Knight did last week, shows he has no respect for his marriage, no respect for this business, no respect for me, no respect for WMW, or the WMW fans. Its pure selfishness the actions Damian Knight displayed last week. Even, though I don’t respect what Damian did last week. I do still love him, and want to save my marriage. I also hope that Damian Knight also wants to save his status within this business.
[The fans continues to boo…All of a sudden Zana Knight begins to kneel down on her knees in the middle of the ring.]
Zana Knight - Damian, I’m doing this only because I love you, and want to save our marriage. I’m begging you to comeback to me. I’m down on my knees begging you to come home to me, and WMW.
[The fans begin to chant, “We Don’t Need Him…” All of a sudden the unknown man sneaks through the crowd, and jumps over the barricade without Zana Knight noticing him. With a methodical manner, the unknown man sneaks into the ring behind Zana Knight still kneeling begging for Damian Knight’s return…]
Zana Knight - Damian, you fucked up, but you still can comeback home to me, and WMW. Slowly, but surely you can be forgiven. Damian, I’m begging you to retu….
[Out of no where the unknown man connects with a stiff kick to the back of Zana Knight’s head knocking her out cold. The unknown man with an evil smirk on his face stands over top of Zana, and examines the damage done. Finally security manages to make it into the ring and escort the unknown man from the ring while attendants check on Zana Knight.]
/.../
[The shot goes back to ringside.]
Bill Hughes – What the heck is going on here?
Jack Gene - I don't, Bill. Last week, Damien Knight quit both the company and on his marriage. And both times, this mysterious man comes out and attacks both of them. It's just getting really weird. But, it's time for our next match up. The MTL3 continues... now.
[The shot cuts to in-ring.]
Revolution vs. Mo' Bad & Gras-Dawg
Written by: Hecate
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 - Tonight will be a real big test for this hot team in another MTL 3 match against what has to be their toughest opponents to date. So far in the MTL 3 this team of Gras-Dawg and Mo' Bad have been on fire, will they be able to keep it up here tonight?
Bill Hughes - I foresee this team being one of the ones in the MTL 3 finals, they really have gelled together and have become a force in the tag team ranks.
['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; The Master of Rock and Shock ...KRONIN!!!!! and the Mentalist RYVEN!!!!!
Jack Gene - Tonight will be a real big test for this hot team in another MTL 3 match against what has to be their toughest opponents to date. So far in the MTL 3 this team of Gras-Dawg and Mo' Bad have been on fire, will they be able to keep it up here tonight?
Bill Hughes - I foresee this team being one of the ones in the MTL 3 finals, they really have gelled together and have become a force in the tag team ranks.
['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; The Master of Rock and Shock ...KRONIN!!!!! and the Mentalist RYVEN!!!!!
Jack Gene - The tag champs seem to be on the rocks lately and who knows what is on that disc that Kronin received from Ryven, but they need to put all that behind them tonight and focus on the match at hand.
Bill Hughes - RyKro is on it's last legs, they have been surpassed by the Hardcore Icons and newcomer teams like Bad-Dawg here are nipping at their heels. This will be the start of the slide into ruin and destruction and I for one can't wait till it happens.
Jack Gene - We have Ryven starting for the Revolution and for the team of Gras-Dawg and Mo' Bad it looks like Mo' Bad is getting the start. And referee Stephen Tyler is calling for the bell, this match is under way.
(Ring, ring, ring)
[Mo' Bad and Ryven lock up in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up, the two men jockeying for position until Mo' Bad gets the upper hand and shoves Ryven back. Ryven takes a moment to stretch his arms and shoulders before the two men tie up again, once again Mo' Bad getting the better and shoving Ryven back and down to the mat.]
Jack Gene - Ryven may have a few inches in height on Mo' Bad but the "Baddest Man on the Planet" seems to have the edge on strength so far in the match.
Bill Hughes - Ha! I love watching Whyven get knocked on his ass, keep it up Mo' Bad. Ryven is about to have a Badddddd Day....get it...haha.
Jack Gene - Cute Bill, very cute, did AWS Man (also known as Bill) write that for you? Ryven and Mo' Bad locking up again in the middle of the ring, Ryven slips out and applies an arm wringer on Mo' Bad, he's really twisting on that arm too. Mo' Bad rolls through the hold but Ryven catches him with a kick to the side of Mo' Bad's head as Mo' Bad comes out of the roll and now Ryven has a hammer lock applied to Mo' Bad.
[Ryven pulls up hard on Mo' Bad's arm, bringing a grimace to Mo' Bad's face as he tries to break the hammerlock but Ryven pulls up harder on the hammer lock, bringing Mo' Bad up to his toes as he tries to relieve the pressure on his arm and shoulder. Mo' Bad turns, dropping to one knee and flipping Ryven over with a fireman's carry to break the hold. Ryven quickly on Mo' Bad and locking in a side head lock but Mo' Bad quickly reverses it with a hip toss.]
Jack Gene - Mo' Bad is speeding up the pace here, which really favors the his and Gras-Dawg's style of match. Ryven up after the hip toss and is sent to the mat with an arm drag, and there is another one as Mo' Bad is starting to get into his groove here.
Bill Hughes - This is an awesome match, I haven't seen Whyven being tossed around like this in quite awhile.
[Ryven gets back up to his feet and Mo' Bad catches him with another quick arm drag and quickly to his feet, catching Ryven with a side kick to Ryven's chest as the Mentalist tries to rise from the arm drag. Mo' Bad reaches over and tags in Gras-Dawg who hops over the top rope and charges at Ryven, Ryven drops to the mat and Gras-Dawg runs by him, hitting the opposite ropes and bouncing back, Ryven ducking under a clothes line attempt by Gras-Dawg. The two hitting the opposite ropes, Gras-dawg with a leap frog over Ryven and the two bouncing off the ropes once more.]
Jack Gene - Gras-Dawg in now, the two men really picking up the pace now...Gras-Dawg dropping to the mat as Ryven rushes by him, Gras-Dawg up and another leap frog by the young up and comer and this pass Gras-Dawg hits the mat as Ryven runs by, Gras-Dawg up to his feet and he just connected with a beautiful drop kick to Ryven's face. Gras-Dawg though is taking time to play up to the crowd who are eating this up.
Bill Hughes - To date this has been his biggest issue, staying focused and not playing up to the crowd. The kid has talent but he seems more interested in showboating than wrestling.
Jack Gene - Very true, the crowd is going wild as Gras-Dawg climbs the turnbuckle, even his partner is telling him to get down and focus on Ryven. Ryven is up to one knee, he's watching Gras-Dawg for a moment then quickly makes the tag to Kronin, the big man is in the ring and is waiting on Gras-Dawg to turn around. This could get very bad for Gras-Dawg, Kronin hasn't looked happy for days...
Bill Hughes - Very true, and everyone knows a pissed off Kronin is a very dangerous thing.
[Gras-Dawg hops off the middle turn buckle turning around in the air as he does, his eyes growing large as he spots Kronin waiting for him, the Master of Rock and Shock catching Gras-Dawg with a mandible claw as the young wrestler lands, Kronin keeping the hold in place with one hand behind Gras-Dawg's head. Gras-Dawg's eyes bugging out as he tries to pull Kronin's fingers out of his throat but Kronin just narrows his eyes and applies more pressure to the hold, walking Gras-Dawg around the ring before placing one hand behind his back and lifting Gras-Dawg up and slamming him down to the mat.]
Bill Hughes - Whoa! I've seen Choke Slams before...but don't think I've ever seen someone do one using the Mandible Claw like that. And Kronin still has the claw locked in with Gras-Dawg on his back, this match could already be over. The referee down for the count...1...2...Gras-Dawg able to get his shoulder up.
Jack Gene - Gras-Dawg is looking for the ropes but he's in the middle of the ring, Holy Cow! Gras-Dawg just used a breakdancing like windmill to spin his way out of the Mandible Claw! But Kronin recovers quickly and actually snagged on of Gras-Dawg's legs and has a standing Ankle lock on now. Gras-Dawg is trying to hand walk to the ropes and manages to get there, Kronin breaking the Ankle Lock at the count of 3.
[Gras-Dawg gets to his feet, gingerly testing the ankle out to see how bad it is before the two men lock up, Kronin slips into a side head lock, Gras-Dawg shoots him off into the ropes and Kronin takes Gras-Dawg down with a shoulder block as they meet in the middle of the ring. Kronin locks on a rear chin lock before Gras-Dawg can get back to his feet, really pulling back on Gras-Dawg's chin to apply more pressure. The fans seem undecided on who to cheer for, some are yelling out Kronin's name and others are cheering on Gras-Dawg while Mo' Bad tries to fire Gras-Dawg up from the outside.]
Bill Hughes - Damnit! I wanted to see Gras-Dawg in there kicking butt and flying all over the ring, instead I'm treated to another slow ass snooze fest from Kronin and Ryven.
Jack Gene - I think it's a smart strategy by the Revolution, keeping the high flying team grounded to take away their advantage. Kronin is burying his knee into Gras-Dawg's back, adding more pressure to the chin lock but Gras-Dawg manages to get out of the hold only to planted with a DDT by Kronin. Tag to Ryven, Kronin has Gras-Dawg up and is holding him for Ryven who is lining up the shot...Wait! Gras-Dawg manages to wiggle out of Kronin's arms and Ryven nearly clocked Kronin there. The two men are having a discussion in the ring and they seem to have forgotten about Gras-Dawg for the moment.
[Gras-Dawg smirks and places a finger to his temple as he looks at the two men exchanging words before hitting the ropes and charging right at Ryven and Kronin, who don't seem to notice what's going on but at the last moment both turn as one and level Gras-Dawg with a pair of punches to the face and head. Then the Revolution follows it up with a double elbow drop down onto Gras-Dawg, Gras-Dawg sitting up with pain evident on his face. Ryven pulls Gras-Dawg up and slaps on a side head lock.]
Jack Gene - Gras-Dawg tried to catch the tag champs unaware there and got caught.
Bill Hughes - Damn and here I thought RyKro was finally breaking apart. And more boring holds by Ryven...this isn't amateur wrestling..lets see some flashy moves!
Jack Gene - Gras-Dawg manages to send Ryven off to the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Ryven ducks and as Gras-Dawg turns around slaps the side head lock on again. So far this match RyKro ...Damnit! now you got me saying it...
Bill Hughes - HAHA! If they break up will we get to see them on TMZ cause that would be awesome!
Jack Gene - I'm going to pretend you didn't say that. So far The Revolution has managed to keep this match exactly how they want it. Gras-Dawg and Mo' Bad need to figure a way to get the pace picked up if they will have any chance. Gras-Dawg attempts to shove Ryven off but the Mentalist clamps down harder on the side head lock, Gras-Dawg attempts to push him off again and once more Ryven clamps down to keep the hold in place. No flashy or big moves from the Tag Champs but they are slowly and steadily wearing Gras-Dawg down, making him expend a lot of energy to get out of these holds while keeping themselves fresh.
[Gras-Dawg goes to shove Ryven off one more time, but Ryven shakes his head as he clamps down hard on the side head lock. Gras-Dawg attempts several punches to Ryven's midsection but Ryven shrugs them off and keeps the hold locked on, finally Gras-Dawg wraps his arms around Ryven's midsection and lifts him up into the air and drops him down to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Ryven arches his back as he lands and Gras-Dawg rolls into his corner and makes the tag to Mo' Bad. Gras-Dawg moves back and grabs Ryven as Mo' Bad gets into the ring, Mo' bad bouncing off the ropes and running right by Gras-Dawg who lifts Ryven up and drops him down for a powerbomb, holding on and lifting him back into the air as Mo' Bad bounces off the opposite ropes and jumps up as he reaches Gras-Dawg, craddling Ryven's head in a bulldog position as Gras-Dawg lifts Ryven back up and over, driving Ryven's head into the mat.]
Jack Gene - Good Lord! Ryven will have a headache for sure after that move by Mo' Bad and Gras-Dawg! Powerbomb into a facebuster bulldog type move.
Bill Hughes - Whyven got bitten by Bad-Dawg there and that certainly changed the complexion of the match. And Mo' Bad isn't one to show boat like Gras-Dawg is likely to do, not in the middle of the match.
Jack Gene - Ryven is back up on his feet but Mo' Bad is coming off the ropes and the larger man just ran Ryven over with a running shoulder block. Ryven back up to his feet fairly quickly but he is met by another running shoulder block from Mo' Bad. Mo' Bad pauses and pumps his fist in the air as he waits for Ryven to get back up only to take the tag champ down with another running shoulder block, Mo' Bad starting to get some momentum here.
[Mo' Bad catches Ryven with a big boot to the midsection, then spins Ryven around and lifts him up and slams the tag champ down to the mat with a gutwrench suplex then follow it up with a drop kick to Ryven's face as the Mentalist gets back to his feet. On the outside of the ring, Gras-Dawg is whooping it up while on the other side of the ring, Kronin is yelling to Ryven while Lilly slaps her hands on the mat in an effort to fire Ryven back up again. As Ryven gets back to his feet, Mo' Bad slips up behind him and wraps his arms around Ryven's waist and hoists him up and over in a German suplex.]
Jack Gene - The pace of this match is really starting to pick up here, Mo' Bad and Gras-Dawg are all fired up and really taking it to Ryven here.
Bill Hughes - About damn time this match got interesting. Nothing like seeing Whyven getting his ass whooped to brighten up the day.
Jack Gene - Mo' Bad with a tag to Gras-Dawg now and whips Ryven across the ring to the other ropes, both Mo' Bad and Gras-Dawg awaiting and a huge double flapjack on Ryven who is in real pain after that move. Gras-Dawg bouncing off the ropes and dropping Ryven back down to the mat with corkscrew scissors kick to the back of Ryven's head. Now he has Ryven back up to his feet and sends him sailing into the corner, following up with a clothes line but Ryven still has some life left in him and is fighting back in the corner.
[Ryven connects with several elbow's in the corner, staggering Gras-Dawg back a few steps before charging into a raised boot which stops the young rookie. Gras-Dawg shakes his head as Ryven tries to move out of the corner and sending Ryven back into the corner with a shoulder block and follows it up with several more before standing up and grinning, letting out a loud "Who Dat!" and laying into Ryven with rights and lefts in the corner then pausing to spin around and connect with a discus like right hook that drops Ryven down to the mat in a sitting position. Holding onto the ropes with both hands, Gras-Dawg jumps up and lands with a boot to Ryven's chest, then delivers several more while referee Stephen Tyler counts to 5. Gras-Dawg steps back at 4 to break the count before stepping forward again and pushing off the bottom rope, his legs swinging up and holding himself in the air a moment before swinging back down and planting both feet into Ryven's chest.]
Jack Gene - Bourbon Street Beatdown!
Bill Hughes - With an extra twist at the end, now this is the Gras-Dawg everyone wanted to see.
Jack Gene - Gras-Dawg has pulled Ryven out of the corner now, and Ryven somehow still has enough sense left to fight back with several blows to Gras-Dawg's abdomen, but Gras-Dawg cuts him off with a knee to the midsection and whips him into the ropes. Ryven hits the ropes close enough to the corner that Kronin is able to reach out and tag himself. Ryven just ducked under a clothes line attempt and bounces off the opposite ropes where he ducks another one. Ryven catching Gras-Dawg as the rookie turns around and lifts him up into the air and GOOD LORD! Kronin with a running bicycle kick off the ropes to Gras-Dawg's chest as Ryven drops Gras-Dawg to the mat with a spine buster.
Bill Hughes - Damnit! Just when I was really getting into the match.
[Kronin grabs Gras-Dawg as the rookie gets back up to his feet, locking in a double underhook before dropping Gras-Dawg to the mat headfirst with a DDT. Kronin shakes his head, muttering under his breath as he pulls Gras-Dawg to his feet and drives his forearm into Gras-Dawg's back once, and holding onto Gras-Dawg's waist band drives his forearm several more times into Gras-Dawg's back before wrapping his arms around Gras-Dawg's waist and lifting the rookie up and over into a German suplex, holding on and pulling Gras-Dawg to his feet again to deliver another German Suplex and with his hands still locked delivers a third German Suplex to the rookie before letting go, rising to his feet and lifting his hand in the arm in a rock sign as the crowd roars loudly.]
Jack Gene - A series of thunderous German Suplexes by Kronin on Gras-Dawg, the young star has really taken a beating in the last few moments of the match.
Bill Hughes - I don't think Gras-Dawg will be partying too much tonight, he's going to need to see his chiropractor.
Jack Gene - Kronin has Gras-Dawg in the middle of the ring and has the Sharpshooter locked in, Gras-Dawg is crying out in pain and desperately trying to crawl towards the ropes but Kronin pulls him back to the middle of the ring. Gras-Dawg attempts to crawl his way to the ropes once more but once again Kronin pulls him back into the center of the ring. Mo' Bad is looking frantic outside the ring.
[Gras-Dawg tries to claw and crawl his way to the ropes once more, Mo' Bad seeing the look of pain on his partner's face quickly climbs up to the top rope as Gras-Dawg stops crawling and hovers with his hand above the mat.]
Jack Gene - Looks like Gras-Dawg is about to tap out here, Kronin is really sitting back in the Sharpshooter.
Bill Hughes - At least it's not Whyven in there, he would find some way to lose the match for them.
[Gras-Dawg looks to be barely holding out on tapping but Mo' Bad leaps off the top rope in a moonsault, twisting in the air and connecting with a leg drop onto the back of Kronin's shoulders and neck, driving him head first into the mat.]
Jack Gene - Mo' Badder Blues! Mo' Bad just broke the hold with the Mo' Badder Blues and Kronin looks like he hit the mat hard.
[As Mo' Bad gets up to his feet he is met by a boot to the midsection by Ryven who then pulls him into position for a suplex, lifting Mo' Bad up in the air and holding him vertical for several moments before turning and twisting as he drives Mo' Bad's body into the mat, Mo' Bad rolling under the ring ropes but remaining on the apron after the move.]
Jack Gene - And now Ryven just hit the The Awakening on Mo' Bad, this match is breaking down quickly here.
Bill Hughes - Damn that Whyven, getting involved when he's not even the legal man. The ref should disqualify RyKro right there.
Jack Gene - But isn't that the exact same thing Mo' Bad did to Kronin, Gras-Dawg is up and Ryven doesn't notice him. Gras-Dawg with a big boot and then pulls Ryven up and drops Ryven with the Bourbon Street Stunner. There are bodies all over the place in the ring.
Bill Hughes - Carnage all over the place in there, I love it!
[Gras-Dawg gets back to his feet and turns around right into a huge spear from Kronin, sending both men crashing to the mat. Referee Stephen Tyler waits a moment to see if either wrestler gets back to his feet before starting his ten count...1....2....all four men are barely moving....3....4...Kronin starts to try to pull himself up but slumps back down. Mo' Bad uses the ropes to pull himself up to a sitting position while Ryven rolls over and starts to push himself up with his hands. Gras-Dawg rolls over and grabs at the ropes....5....6....Kronin makes it up to one knee while Gras-Dawg starts to pull himself up using the ropes. Ryven gets up to his hands and knees while Mo' Bad pulls himself up outside the ring....7....8....Kronin and Gras-Dawg get back to their feet about same time while Ryven pulls himself up in one corner and Mo' Bad uses the ropes to hold himself up.]
Jack Gene - All four men are back to their feet, Stephen Tyler has signaled both men made it before the ten count. This has turned into one heck of a match between these four men.
Bill Hughes -Now is the time for Bad-Dawg to put it away and get the win over RyKro.
[Gras-Dawg uses the ropes to propel himself across the ring but Kronin catches him with a big sidewalk slam and looks over at Ryven as he drops an elbow down on Gras-Dawg. Ryven pulls himself up to the middle turnbuckle as Kronin pulls Gras-Dawg to his feet and positioning himself properly in relation to Ryven then pulls Gras-Dawg up into a high vertical suplex, holding him there for several moments. Rvyen rises up and launches himself off the middle turnbuckle in a Van Daminator, driving his foot into Gras-Dawg's back as Kronin drops him forward from the suplex and drives him down into the mat. Ryven rises and charges the corner, knocking Mo' Bad off the ring apron as Kronin goes for the cover.]
Jack Gene - Devastating move there by The Revolution which they call Sympathy of Destruction and Kronin has Gras-Dawg pinned. Stephen Tyler with the count ...1....2....3....and there is the bell.
Wayne Inkster - Your winners by pinfall...The Revolution!
Bill Hughes - Damn RyKro, you cost me money on that match!
Jack Gene - Bill! You are not supposed to be betting on matches. Hard fought match by all four men but in the end the tag champs proved why they have the belts.
Jack Gene - Devastating move there by The Revolution which they call Sympathy of Destruction and Kronin has Gras-Dawg pinned. Stephen Tyler with the count ...1....2....3....and there is the bell.
Wayne Inkster - Your winners by pinfall...The Revolution!
Bill Hughes - Damn RyKro, you cost me money on that match!
Jack Gene - Bill! You are not supposed to be betting on matches. Hard fought match by all four men but in the end the tag champs proved why they have the belts.
[The scene fades.]
Brad Johnson - I want Wolfington on the phone... now!
Jack Gene - So much on the line here tonight as one dream will be fulfilled while another will be ...well, it'll be pushed back some.
[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 spinning heel kick, which sends Eric to the outside.]
Jack Gene - And Dillinger gets knocked to the outside! This crowd is on their feet.
Waiting..., continued
[The shot opens back up backstage as WMW officials, Sault St. Marie and now Brad Johnson stand waiting for the arrival of the WWA Tag Team Championships.]
Brad Johnson - Oh, for crying out loud. What the hell is going on? Where are they?
Sault St. Marie - Wolfington said he'd be here tonight and he said that Team Danger* would be here tonight.
Brad Johnson - Well, then where the hell are they?
Sault St. Marie - I don't know... we can only go by their word. They said they'd be here. I expect it to happen any time now.
[Just then, the headlights of a car appear in the back of the scene. Everyone quiets down and turns as they watch the car pull in. As it meets the group, it slows down and stops.]
Brad Johnson - All right. Security, if this is Team Danger*, I want you to keep them safe as you escort them into the arena. We don't want any problems, we just want the titles.
[The car turns off, and the door opens up as security begins to surround the car. And... out steps Outlaw Biker.]
Outlaw Biker - Well, well, well - The Outlaw gets his own welcoming committee now?
Sault St. Marie - Oh, god...
[He closes the door behind him and begins to walk towards Brad Johnson and Sault. St. Marie.]
Outlaw Biker - Appreciate it, fellas.
[He tosses the keys to the car to one of the staff members before walking up to Brad Johnson.]
Outlaw Biker - Mr. Johnson. You are a class act. I wouldn't have expected you to wait here until I got in. Glad to see you're still...
Brad Johnson - Just go inside already. This isn't about you.
[Outlaw Biker looks around with a smile. He shakes his head and laughs a bit to himself.]
Outlaw Biker - If you say so, Mr. Johnson. I must have gotten the wrong impression from what just took place. I could have sworn that security walked up to my car as I drove in, as if they had been expecting me. And, then the valet took my keys, as if that was his job to do.
[Johnson is growing more and more angry as Outlaw Biker goes on. He grits his teeth.]
Brad Johnson - Just... go...
[Biker turns and looks at everyone, unsure of what just happened.]
Outlaw Biker - All right. Well, I'll see you inside then.
[He shrugs and walks towards the back door. SSM walks up to Brad shaking his head.]
Sault St. Marie - Look, I'm sure they're coming.
Brad Johnson - I want Wolfington on the phone... now!
[At that, 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 TV-time limit. It will decide the #1 Contender for the Ace Superior Championship, where the winner will face Father Nathan at Ides of March 2010! 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 Is Going for Gold!". 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 - It is tonight's main event, Bill. Eric Dillinger vs. Wone for the ASC #1 Contendership. And, this is a match that has been building for weeks. Going back to their their last match at GS109, where Eric Dillinger, somehow, picked up the win over Wone. He went into the last match as the Underdog. How do you think he's looking for this match?
Bill Hughes - I think they're even. Definitely, Wone needs to take this win. He lost at GS109, and he lost last week against a much weaker Analog Kid.
Jack Gene - And, I suppose you can't discount Eric's loss to Father Nathan.
Bill Hughes - It puts a damper on his hopes to proving he can hang with the best in this division. But, it's something he can move forward from. If Wone loses tonight, though, you can't say much for his hopes to being a part of a big match at Ides of March.
[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. ASC #1 Contenders match.
[They lock up and Wone quickly drives a knee into Eric's midsection. He swings a right hand, catching Dillinger off guard with a forearm shot. Eric tries to block the next one, and does. He grabs a hold of Wone, and immediately rams his shoulder into his midsection, and drives him into the corner.]
Jack Gene - Wone is starting this match off aggressively.
[Tyler breaks it up relatively quickly, and forces both fighters to get back to the center of the ring. Just then, Hecate walks out onto the stage.]
Jack Gene - So much on the line here tonight as one dream will be fulfilled while another will be ...well, it'll be pushed back some.
Bill Hughes - Hecate has just appeared at the top of the ramp.
Jack Gene - Really? What does she have to do with this match?
Bill Hughes - No clue, but she's got the Heartlands Championship on her shoulder.
Jack Gene - But, this match doesn't have anything to do with her, does it?
[The lock up once again, this time Eric catching Wone with a headlock. Wone fights it, but Eric keeps the hold on tight. After a few moments of battling over leverage, Wone lifts him up and slams him to the mat with a Back Drop.]
Jack Gene - Back drop by Wone! And both men are quick to get back to their feet. Eric charges, and Wone ducks through it, OH! Neckbreaker by Wone! He's making a cover! ...1! and Eric gets out of it.
[Wone immediately stands back up as Eric tries to pull himself up on the ropes. He pulls him up to his feet and rams a forearm shot to his head. He pushes him back into the ropes before shooting him across the ring. As Eric bounces off the ropes, Wone charges. He goes for a running forearm, but Eric blocks it. Eric boots him in the midsection. He follows it up with a right hand that sends Wone reeling. He goes for a clothesline, but Wone ducks it. 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 with a kick to the midsection. You can see he's got a lot of fire in him here tonight.
[Just then, Wone charges Eric and slams a jumping knee into the side of his head. He grabs a hold of his head and pulls him out. He goes for a bulldog, but Eric pushes him off.]
Jack Gene - Eric blocks the bulldog.
[As Wone turns around, Eric charges with a boot to the midsection. Wone doubles over, holding his midsection. Eric grabs him in a front facelock, but Wone grabs a hold of him and flips him over with a Northern Lights Suplex, which he holds on with a bridge.]
Jack Gene - Oh! And here's the pin! ...1! ...2! No! And Eric able to get out of that pin. Wone countering what looked to be a DDT into a Northern Lights suplex.
[Both men jump to their feet. Wone charges, but Eric, out of nowhere dives, slamming his shoulder into Wone's midsection. Wone stumbles backwards. He turns around, holding his ribs, as he tries to regain his balance. 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 sits on his knees, trying to catch his breath.]
Jack Gene - And Eric Dillinger finally slows down Wone here.
Bill Hughes - Yeah, but he's wasting a lot of time here.
[He leans forward and presses down onto Wone, digging his elbow into Wone's cheek. The ref sees this as a pin attempt and starts to make the count.]
Jack Gene - Dillinger has the cover! ...1! And Wone pushes out of the pin.
Bill Hughes - Hecate continues to look on. It's as if she's scouting this match.
[Eric quickly stands up as Wone pulls himself up. As Wone regains his balance, Eric slams another right hand into the side of his head. He then boots Wone into the midsection, and without hesitation tries to lift up Wone, but Wone fights it.]
Jack Gene - And Eric Dillinger trying for a powerbomb, or a piledriver, but Wone holding on to his ankles here. Oh! And Eric just delivers a stiff club to his back.
[Eric regains his hold and pulls up Wone into a powerbomb position.]
Jack GEne - This does not look good. Eric going for a powerbommm... NO!
Bill Hughes - Oh my!
Jack Gene - And Wone countered it with a hurricanrana! He's got the leg hooked! ...1! ...2! NO! Eric Dillinger able to get out of the pin again. And... Wone is just kicking on all cylinders here, Bill!
[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 another pin! ...1! ...2! And Eric Dillinger is able to kick out. My god!
Bill Hughes - Wone is pulling out all of the stops trying to seal his way into Ides of March.
[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 spinning heel kick, which sends Eric to the outside.]
Jack Gene - And Dillinger gets knocked to the outside! This crowd is on their feet.
Bill Hughes - Well, what's going on in the ring definitely got the interest of Hecate. She's walking down to the ring, maybe to get a closer look?
Jack Gene - Why is she down here anyways? This match is determine a contender for the ASC, not the Heartlands?
Bill Hughes - Maybe she's just keeping a close eye on Wone? I'm sure she's got a good reason to be down here.
[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.
Bill Hughes - Hey, wait a second! That's Outlaw Biker!
Jack Gene - The ref needs to pay attention to what's going on outside of the ring. Outlaw Biker is walking up to... OH!
[(...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.]
Jack Gene - And Eric is in survival mode here.
Bill Hughes - (...4!) Outlaw Biker just pushed past Hecate, and he's making his way to ringside.
[(...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 stands up looking outside of the ring. The ref grabs him and pulls him away from the ropes, telling him to let Wone back into the ring.
Jack Gene - The ref needs to pay attention to what's going on outside of the ring. Outlaw Biker is walking up to... OH!
Bill Hughes - What the hell?
Jack Gene - Outlaw Biker just clocked Wone on the outside!
[Wone holds his jaw as Outlaw Biker hovers over him. He quickly stands up and pushes Biker back towards the railing. Biker charges forward with a clothesline, but Wone ducks it causing Biker to catch himself on the ring. He turns and Wone hits him with a spinning side kick, which sends Biker down to the mat.]
Jack Gene - And a kick right to the jaw by Outlaw Biker!
[At that point, Eric pushes past the ref and yells at Wone to get into the ring. He reaches through the ropes and grabs Wone by the hair and pulling him up onto the apron. Wone though, grabs a hold of his head, and jumps off, forcing Eric's neck to hit the ropes. Eric falls back towards the center of the ring holding his neck.]
Jack Gene - Oh! And a hangman over that top rope! And this is a big opening for Wone!
[Wone jumps back up onto the apron. He tries to climb in, as the ref checks on Eric. But, just before he can get into the ring, Outlaw Biker grabs a hold of his foot and keeps him on the outside.]
Jack Gene - And, again, Outlaw Biker is interfering in this match.
[After a few seconds, Wone steps back onto the apron. He kicks Outlaw Biker in the side of the head, which causes Biker to fall back down to the mat. Wone yells at him to stay out of the match. The ref sees Wone looking outside and decides to investigate. He sees Outlaw Biker laying there. Biker stands up and holds his hands up as if he's innocent and begins to walk back to the back.]
Bill Hughes - What the hell is this all about? What does Outlaw Biker have to do with this match?
[Just then, Eric jumps up and grabs a hold of Wone with a full nelson.]
Jack Gene - Dillinger's got him in a full nelson! He's pulling him over the top rope! Oh!
[He slams Wone down with a Full Nelson Slam and makes the cover.]
Jack Gene - Dillinger 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... and the Ace Superior Championship #1 Contender! ...Eric! ...Dillinger!
Jack Gene - My god, Eric Dillinger advances to Ides of March to take on Father Nathan, but... with the help of Outlaw Biker.
Bill Hughes - Outlaw Biker definitely played a part in sending Eric to his next stop, but I have no idea why he would.
[Outlaw Biker walks past Hecate, who stands at the top of the ramp. They share eye contact, before Biker walks through the curtains. Hecate shakes her head as she follows suit. In the ring, Eric celebrates and referee Stephen Tyler checks on Wone.]
Jack Gene - Wone put up one hell of a match here, but just could not overcome the outside interference or Eric Dillinger. Or the Punk 'N Disorderly.
Bill Hughes - Well, obviously, Jack, we will see a GS110 rematch. Eric Dillinger though, will have the hopes of coming out of Ides with the title, but Father Nathan is one of the best fighters in this company, and it will be a difficult mountain to climb.
[The scene fades as Eric continues to walk up the ramp. Wone sits up in the ring, holding his head and neck. The scene fades.]
Waiting..., continued
[The shot opens back up outside of the WMW Arena. Brad Johnson and Sault St. Marie stand in the parking lot.]
Brad Johnson - Where are they, Sault?
[Sault looks down at his cell phone to check the time. He looks back up at Brad Johnson with a disappointed look on his face.]
Brad Johnson - This is what they wanted? To have us sit outside in 30 degree weather, waiting for them?
Sault St. Marie - I could call them again, to see where they are?
Brad Johnson - No,... you've done enough Sault.
Sault St. Marie - I don't know what to tell you. I had specific instructions that both the WWA Officials and the WWA Tag Team Championships would be here tonight.
Brad Johnson - But, neither are here, Sault. You said you were handling this.
Sault St. Marie - I am, but...
Brad Johnson - No... this can't go on anymore. We didn't join the WWA to play games. We will get those titles. Even if we have to fly to Defiance to get them.
[He walks past Sault and towards the edge of the parking lot.]
Brad Johnson - Get my car ready. And get Chance Wolfington on the phone. This ends now.
[The scene fades.]
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