Dean
October 24th, 2006, 10:08 PM
Pro Wrestling Warriors presents Destiny Fulfilled
Written by Dean
The crowd is going insane tonight at the National Guard Armory here in Philly! Well over 2000 fans are packed like sardines awaiting the beginning of what will certainly be a momentous day in wrestling history. The pitch-black arena is illuminated by blinking lights, and “Only” by Nine Inch Nails plays throughout the gloomy stadium.
During the instrumental beginning of “Only,” clips of the wrestlers doing their entrances to the ring from “War for the Title” are shown. As the lyrics kick in, the clips become more intense, with face-offs between the wrestlers and heated confrontations.
I just made you up to hurt myself.
I just made you up to hurt myself.
And it worked. Yes it did.
The violence grows to a new level as the lyrics of the theme ring throughout the building…
THERE IS NO YOU. THERE IS ONLY ME
THERE IS NO YOU. THERE IS ONLY ME.
Clips of the first round of the title tournament are shown, showing each man advancing to the second round. The music slowly fades and we cut to the back.
The only thing Darius Falcon is destined for is cancer via television radiation. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509919)
Sure, Eric Smith thinks he’ll like it in PWW… But wait until after the Blake Straker hazing. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509476)
Somebody’s gonna get in troooouuuuuble. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510025)
Match one:
Darius Falcon vs. Matthew Voltaire
Exhibition: PWW Title Tournament: Block A Finals
These two high fliers are starting tonight off at a rapid pace, exchanging variations of arm drags and hip tosses, trying to get the advantage. Falcon draws first blood, snapping off a huracarrana that drives Voltaire to the canvas. Matt gets up and attempts a returning offensive maneuver, but before he can try, Falcon catches him with a huge dropkick, sending Voltaire through the ropes to the outside. The fans start applauding, and a few in particular rally Falcon to do a dive. Darius runs to the opposite side of the ring and returns for a… step through the ropes? He goes to the outside floor and mouths off to the fans. Nobody tells me how to wrestle! The fans don’t take that well and begin to boo him. Falcon then proceeds to club Voltaire in the back of the neck and roll him into the ring. Darius makes the cover, barely getting a one count on the downed Voltaire.
Darius pulls Voltaire to his feet and chops him hard in the chest! Matt’s chest turns red and he looks to be in some pain. Voltaire returns the favor with a stiff left hook, following with a spinning heel kick that takes Falcon down. The fans are behind Voltaire – whether it’s because he’s popular or due to their hatred of Falcon remains to be seen. Matt climbs to the top rope and sets up… HUGE senton bomb! Falcon takes the attack to his back, and he rolls over in pain. Voltaire makes the cover, but Falcon kicks out at two, showing resiliency. Voltaire lifts Falcon, preparing another attack, but the veteran shoves Matt into the corner and drives shoulders into his midsection. Falcon places Voltaire on the top rope and tries a palm strike, but he manages to evade the strike and counters by grabbing Falcon into a front facelock. A tornado DDT endeavor is unsuccessful as Falcon shoves Voltaire off, sending him to the middle of the ring. Voltaire charges Falcon, taking a deep flapjack that sends his head bouncing off the turnbuckle pad!
Voltaire’s head snaps back, and he turns around into a complete shot from Darius Falcon. The Eye of Epiphany makes the cover, getting a two count before Voltaire shoots a shoulder up. Falcon keeps focused, driving the point of his elbow into Voltaire’s head over and over again. Voltaire appears to be woozy from the onslaught, and Falcon pulls him to his feet… SPIKE DDT! Darius doesn’t bother making a cover, opting to climb to the top rope. He sets up for a Frog Splash, but takes a little too much time taunting before diving off, and he slams on the mat. Voltaire plays to the crowd, and they start stomping their feet to rally him up. Matt runs to the opposite ropes and returns… right into a jumping Shining Black! THAT WAS SICK! Falcon drives his leg into Voltaire’s head so hard that Matt does a complete flip before landing on his face!
Falcon and Voltaire rest as the referee counts them both down, getting to four before Darius pulls himself to his feet. Falcon opts to pull Voltaire up and drive some clubs to his back. Falcon sets up the Big Bang, but Voltaire manages to counter with a bridging pin for two. Voltaire attempts a clothesline, but Falcon ducks under and snaps off a nice-looking back suplex. Falcon sneers at Voltaire, chuckling a bit to himself as he climbs the ropes. Falcon waits on Voltaire to get up… and attempts his own Halo, but Voltaire counters with a dropkick to Falcon’s back! Falcon takes the shot and flips before landing on the canvas! Voltaire takes to the skies this time, setting up a Shooting Star Press, which I gathered from him screaming the name of the move. Falcon cuts him off, crotching Voltaire on the top rope. Matt flips forward and falls to the mat, and Falcon wastes no time in lifting him and nailing the Big Bang to get the three count.
Winner: Darius Falcon via Pinfall at 11:36
Following the victory, Falcon gladly shakes Voltaire’s hand, and the fans boo him as he leaves. Voltaire seems upset that he couldn’t capitalize, but ultimately heads to the back as well.
Alex Berlot… show some modesty! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509648)
Apathy in the face of adversity? Now I’ve heard everything… (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509640)
Match two:
Alex Berlot vs. Brett Stokes
Exhibition: Singles Match
Berlot plans to make an impressive debut against Stokes, who is having only his second match in PWW. The two start things off with a collar and elbow tie-up, from which Berlot goes behind Stokes into a waistlock and doesn’t hesitate to take him down to the mat. From here, Alex plans to use his superb grappling abilities to defeat Stokes. He moves into a front chancery, trying to roll Stokes over to his back. Stokes eventually finds a counter by grabbing Berlot’s legs and charging forward. Berlot falls back, but catches Stokes in half-guard, and quickly drives some slaps into his face. Stokes gets a bit sloppy and finds himself caught in a full mount by Berlot, who is now on top of Stokes, who is on his back, right where Brett doesn’t want to be. Berlot, a man with many accolades for wrestling, begins to ground and pound Stokes with vicious elbows and forearms to the head. Stokes tries to fight back, but he is at the mercy of Berlot now, as Alex impresses everyone in the arena with his amateur wrestling and mixed martial arts prowess.
Stokes finally manages to get his legs between himself and Alex Berlot, driving a wheel kick upwards and kicking Berlot on the chin. Alex staggers back, allowing Stokes to return to his feet for a moment. Stokes charges Berlot with a dropkick, sending Berlot into the ropes from the strike’s impact. Brett attempts to charge Berlot again, but Alex counters with a toss. Stokes uses his agility to land on the apron, and Berlot swings for a clothesline, but misses. Stokes thrusts his shoulder forward through the ropes, hoping to catch Berlot, but Alex evades and drops a leg on Stokes, sending him through the ropes, into the ring. Berlot grabs Stokes and lifts him up… German Suplex with a bridge! He holds the pin, but Stokes somehow kicks out at two and a half. Berlot seems shocked, but doesn’t let the seeds of doubt get planted in his mind. He grabs Stoke again, this time forcing him into a Canadian Clutch! Stokes tries to fight it, but Berlot sits deep and begins to rock Stokes back and forth, choking him out. Brett has no choice but to tap.
Winner: Alex Berlot via Submission at 6:40
Contrary to The Artist, Kenzo Katana is far from apathetic about his fight for the title. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509612)
Match three:
Adam Pugh vs. Kenzo Katana
Exhibition: PWW Title Tournament: Block D Finals
Following a quick handshake, things get under way, as Pugh plans to use his speed to combat the striking and mat skills of his Japanese adversary. Kenzo quickly goes into his fighting stance as Pugh tries to avoid him. Katana slowly backs Adam Pugh into a corner, and the Artist attempts to evade. Pugh goes to the right, and Kenzo blocks him from passing. Pugh tries going around Katana the other way, but The Machine is right there, ready to block. Pugh eventually goes after Katana’s leg with a baseball slide dropkick, and Kenzo goes down to a knee, seemingly pissed. Pugh runs forward with a nice huracarrana, taking Kenzo down to the mat. Pugh runs to the ropes again, this time springing off with a spiraling leg drop to Katana’s throat. He makes the first cover of the match, getting a short two before Kenzo powers out. Pugh gets to his feet again, running to the ropes… but Kenzo counters with a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling Pugh over. Kenzo prepares a Mongolian chop, but Adam counters by kicking him in the leg.
Kenzo drops to a knee, and Pugh looks shocked and runs at him for a Shining Wizard, but Kenzo catches his leg… And snaps off a HORRENDOUSLY PAINFUL dragon screw! MOTHERF*CKING OUCH! Pugh’s leg looks like it just snapped in two as he writhes in pain, and Kenzo takes advantage as he applies an Argentine Leglock, or a Stretch Muffler as it’s predominantly called in the US. He hoists Pugh all the way off the mat and starts to really rack the leg, with Pugh writhing in pain and trying to escape. Adam eventually reaches out and grabs the rope, most likely out of luck, and Katana releases. Pugh shoves himself out of the ring, holding his leg in agony as he hobbles around.
Katana’s strategy is clear – take Pugh’s legs out so his arsenal is limited in the way of aerial moves. Pugh takes his time on the outside, waiting until the count of six to return. The two lock up, and Katana easily shoves Pugh into the corner, despite the weight advantage, due to Pugh’s weakened leg, and Katana’s superb physique. Katana attempts a strike, but Pugh ducks under and quickly nails Katana with a slap to the face! Katana looks stunned, and Pugh strings together three vicious forearm strikes to keep Katana surprised for the time being. Pugh whips Katana off to the ropes and tries to follow up, but Katana extends his legs, nailing Pugh right in the jaw. Pugh staggers about, going to the other side of the ring… He turns… and Katana nails a vicious John Woo-style dropkick that sends Pugh crashing into the corner, and ultimately slumping down to the bottom turnbuckles.
Katana goes to the corner… and scrapes his boot against Pugh’s face, over and over again! He charges to the opposite side and returns for the face wash, but Pugh dodges it, and Katana’s foot goes through the ropes. Pugh gets to his feet quickly and grabs Katana with a running reverse neckbreaker, dropping him to the canvas! Pugh gets to his feet and nails a flipping senton. He makes the cover, getting a two before Katana kicks out with authority. Adam runs to the opposite ropes, coming back for an attack, but Kenzo delivers a nasty spinning wheel kick to his knees, taking both legs out! Pugh drops to his front, holding his legs in pain, and Katana screams before leaping into the air with a vicious double knee drop to Pugh’s leg! OUCH! Pugh tries to stand, but only gets to a knee. Katana attempts a shining wizard, but Pugh ducks under… and Katana nails the Rewind Wizard! Pugh takes the shot to the back of the head and falls forward. Katana tries to apply the Katana Klutch, but Adam manages to scramble to the ropes to break it before Kenzo cinched the hooks in.
Kenzo backs off, giving Pugh ample time to get to his feet. Adam hobbles a bit, trying to shake off the cobwebs and ease his leg. They go for a lock up… but Kenzo doesn’t give him a chance, quickly going behind Pugh and taking him down with a classic amateur-wrestling slam. Kenzo floats over to Pugh’s head and applies a butterfly lock. Pugh’s arms can’t protect him as Kenzo drives vicious, repeated knees into the tip of his cranium! Pugh looks like he’s going to pass out from the pain, but he miraculously breaks one of the underhooks and grabs Kenzo into a desperation fallout TKO! Pugh uses a power move, something he rarely has an opportunity to do, taking full advantage of his 25-pound weight advantage. Kenzo’s head snaps upon impact of the move, and he rolls to the ropes, making sure Pugh can’t pin him. The referee counts both men down, and even after the burst of energy from Pugh, Kenzo still returns to his feet first.
Kenzo awaits Pugh to get on his knees… and attempts the Burning Blade, but Adam ducks under and rolls Kenzo into a schoolboy! Kenzo kicks out at two and shifts his weight to apply an Ude-Hishigi-Waki-Gatame! Kenzo puts to work the years of practice he’s had in the martial arts, applying the Fujiwara Armbar and trying to bend Pugh’s elbow joint to the point where it snaps. Adam acts quickly, grabbing Kenzo by the mouth and fish hooking him! The maneuver may be dirty, but it is somewhat effective, causing Kenzo to release the hold long enough for Pugh to free his arm and hobble to his feet. Kenzo gets to his soon as well, and Pugh catches him off guard with a leg lariat! Kenzo drops to the mat, holding his head, stunned. Pugh climbs to the top rope, preparing a moonsault of some sort, but Kenzo cuts him off, causing Pugh to fall to the tree of woe. Kenzo grins, bringing Pugh all the way back, bridging him to the mat. He kicks him fiercely in the chest a few times, before going to the opposite side of the ring. Kenzo does a quick bow and delivers a running dropkick to Pugh’s head with MASSIVE hang-time! Pugh seems to be out of it, but Kenzo is relentless, grabbing Pugh and shoving him to the top rope. Kenzo climbs behind Pugh, hooking his own legs around Pugh’s body… and drops back with a hanging Katana Klutch! Pugh’s weakened legs can’t support Kenzo’s additional bodyweight, and he eventually falls off the corner turnbuckles, allowing Kenzo to roll backwards and grab him into the full version of the Katana Klutch! It isn’t long before Pugh taps out, and Kenzo is awarded a well-earned victory.
Winner: Kenzo Katana via Submission at 19:12
Katana gets a rousing applause as he breathes heavily, towering over the downed Pugh. The fans begin chanting “Kenzo! Kenzo! Kenzo!” as he heads to the back, still pumped up and ready to go.
Extreme in PWW? Heh, we’ll see about THAT! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509497)
Vinaldi’s vulgarity breaks down any nuns within a fifty foot radius. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509929)
Match four:
Drake Vinaldi versus Blake Straker
Exhibition: PWW Title Tournament: Block B Finals
A huge contrast of styles here – I’m interested to see how it plays out. Vinaldi is a much faster striker, and Straker employs an old school style of using less flashy, more effective wrestling maneuvers. Straker moves behind Vinaldi after a lock up, but Vinaldi mule kicks him in the shin. Straker goes to grab his leg, but Vinaldi spins back with a backfist, nailing the Lizard King right in the jaw! Straker staggers into the ropes, holding his jaw now, and Vinaldi rolls forward… KAPPOU KICK! Straker takes the shot to the head and falls through the ropes to the outside floor. Vinaldi starts stomping his feet and runs to the opposite side, coming back with a tope! Straker gets shoved into the barrier, and the crowd’s marking out hard for the opening moments of this contest.
Great dive by Vinaldi is followed with a few stiff chops to the chest, lighting Straker up. Straker counters a chop by ducking under and kneeing Vinaldi in the ribs. The Lizard King begins viciously clubbing the back of the Sicilian Shooter, wearing him down. Straker grabs Drake and throws him into the barricade, causing him to flip and his back to collide with the harsh steel. Vinaldi lies on the floor, and Straker begins to stomp away, trying to wear down the Italian Shoot fighting Expert. Straker pulls Vinaldi up, shoving his back against the barrier. Straker takes a few steps back, preparing to charge Vinaldi, but Drake leaps forward… FLYING KNEE! Straker takes the shot and goes down in a heap, and Vinaldi gets a huge pop from the crowd. Drake rolls Straker into the ring and climbs to the top rope… LUNATIC HIGH! Straker coughs as he rolls around, holding his stomach. Vinaldi sets Straker up… and gives him the KILLING BLOW! A three count later, and Vinaldi gets an impressive victory over Blake Straker.
Winner: Drake Vinaldi via Pinfall at 5:40
Roderick Brookes doesn’t bend rules – He breaks their backs and makes them HUMBLE. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509653)
But Seth Frost likes to play by the rules to make his own path in life. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509968)
Match five:
Seth Frost versus Roderick Brookes
Exhibition: PWW Title Tournament: Block C Finals
The fans are on their feet for what’s going to be a hell of a match… I can hardly wait; Roderick Brookes, one of the top up and coming wrestlers in PWW, versus Seth Frost, a man who’s proven so much in his career, but can still do a lot more. Neither man respects the other, but after this match, they’ll understand how much they each want the PWW Title. A nasty Greco-roman lock-up gets this one started, with both men viciously jockeying for position. Brookes uses his weight to shove Frost into the corner. The referee intervenes, and Brookes slowly breaks the hold… only to drive his elbow forward. But Frost is ready! He ducks under and waits on Brookes to turn… KNIFE-EDGE CHOP! Brookes cringes as Frost delivers the chop to the chest. Brookes quickly grabs Frost before he can do another one and tosses him into the corner, raising his other hand in the process, and slaps Frost across the chest in retaliation! This soon escalates to close-quarter exchanges of elbows and strikes, with Frost driving some chops to Brookes’ chest as Roderick returns with forearms! Frost gets a bit woozy, and Roderick is relentless, grabbing Seth into a side headlock with one hand and punching him over and over again with his free hand, connecting with stiff shots to his skull.
Frost drops to his knee, trying to shake off the effects, but Brookes quickly shifts his body, delivering a high knee to Frost’s jaw that sends him to the mat in a hurry. Frost holds his head, but Roderick doesn’t allow any recovery, kicking away at his back with stomps. Frost rolls, trying to get to the ropes for refuge, but Brookes grabs him by the legs and catapults him into the turnbuckles. Frost’s head snaps off the top turnbuckle, and he staggers into a huge back suplex from Brookes, who exhibits his strong style expertise with ease. Brookes sits for a moment, letting it all soak in as the crowd boos. He makes the cover, hooking the near leg and counting with his fingers as the referee counts… One, two, nope. Brookes seems shocked, and he pulls Frost to his feet, kneeing him in the stomach to double him over instantly. He drives a nasty clubbing blow to the back of Seth Frost, before hoisting him up for a suplex… a stalling suplex. Brookes holds Frost… and holds him… and holds him some more, for about fifteen seconds to be precise, really letting the blood flow to Seth’s head. The fans start chanting “BORING! BORING! BORING!” at Brookes, who eventually drops Frost with the stalling suplex. Brookes grabs Frost’s legs and rolls him onto his front, setting him up… before jawing with the crowd.
I’ll show you f*ggots boring! Brookes drives Frost into the canvas with a WICKED curb stomp! The fans boo and throw debris as Brookes holds his hands out, slowly marching around the ring, gloating. Frost holds his nose, pulling himself toward the ropes and getting to his feet. Brookes goes to follow up… but Frost goes behind him with a German Suplex! The fans get to their feet, cheering as Frost pulls Brookes up… and nails a second! He pulls Roderick up for a third German Suplex, but Brookes blocks it and back elbows Frost a few times in the face, goes behind him, hoists him into position for a back suplex… and drops him groin-first on the top rope! Ouch! The fans boo again, and the referee warns Roderick, who casually places his hand on the top rope, acting as though he’s leaning on it. He shakes the rope, distracting the referee with his other hand, saying Frost “bit it.” The referee, being an ignorant retard, buys into it long enough for Frost to experience immense pain.
Brookes grabs Frost off the top rope and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex to take him down. He makes the cover, but Frost shoots a shoulder up, getting out of the pin in the nick of time. Brookes pulls Frost to the corner, and uncharacteristically climbs to the middle ropes. He sets up… and misses a huge senton splash, with Frost rolling out of the way! Brookes collides on the mat after getting a bit too cocky, and Frost gets to his feet. He grabs Brookes and tries a snap suplex, but Brookes blocks… Frost tries to suplex him again, but Roderick once again uses his weight to block. Frost stomps on Brookes’ foot, grabs his leg, and nails a Fisherman’s Buster! That’s the way to get him over! Frost gets to his feet, giving the cutthroat signal, and climbing to the top rope… He sets up… DIVING HEADBUTT! It misses! Brookes sits up to avoid it! Frost’s head collides with the mat, and he’s down… Brookes grabs him and sets up… PILEDRIVER! OUCH! Brookes makes the cover… one, two, thre—NO! Frost kicks out, and the fans are pounding the signs on the barriers to rally him back to the offensive!
Brookes grabs the referee, shocked as hell, but doesn’t want to get disqualified in the tournament. Roderick pulls Frost up… and gets taken off guard with a chop to the chest! Frost runs to the opposite side… running forearm, but Brookes is still standing! He goes again… but this time Brookes catches him with an STO! Brookes wastes no time in pulling Frost to his feet and hoisting him to his shoulder… CHURCH BOMBING! Frost collides on the mat, and Brookes folds him up… One, two, thre—NO! JESUS CHRIST! What does Roderick Brookes have to do here?! Brookes lifts Frost to his feet again, this time putting him on his shoulders… Fireman’s Carry Slam! What the deuce? Brookes runs to the ropes… Fist drop! Brookes gets up… Ah, f*ck me, that won’t beat him… Brookes decides to do a real wrestling move, pulling Frost up… DDT! Brookes spikes him, but instead of making the cover, he applies the Straitjacket Deathlock STF! There’s no cure for cancer, baby! Frost is writhing in pain and being choked out. He tries to wriggle his way free, or at least to the ropes, but Brookes wrenches back on the hold… Frost appears to be losing consciousness… The referee checks Frost, asking him if he wants to give up… there’s no answer. Frost isn’t speaking… he isn’t moving… he isn’t conscious! The referee calls for the bell!
Winner: Roderick Brookes via Pass Out at 17:05
Damn, Simons must HATE Passions with a passion.[/terrible pun] (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509983)
Match six:
KANSHI vs. Michael Simons
Exhibition: Singles Match
Simons and KANSHI shake hands before this one gets going. Quick lock-up leads to Simons shoving KANSHI into the corner. KANSHI tries fighting out with some chops, but Simons counters with a vicious elbow strike combo and an Irish whip. Simons charges KANSHI, but the Perfect Warrior moves out of the way, sending Michael into the turnbuckles with a full head of steam. KANSHI rolls Simons into a schoolboy for two before a kick out. Simons gets to his feet and catches a kick attempt from KANSHI. Simons spins KANSHI around… and nails him with a huge lariat! KANSHI goes down, and Simons quickly gets to the corner, scaling the ropes. KANSHI gets to his feet just in time to take a big missile dropkick.
Simons makes the cover, hooking the far leg, but KANSHI gets a shoulder up at two. Michael pulls KANSHI up, not wasting any time with taunts, and locks on a clinch, driving a few knees to his sternum, before finally driving him to the mat with a snap suplex. Simons makes another cover, hooking the leg once more to get the weight proportioned correctly, and KANSHI still kicks out. Simons lifts KANSHI, but the Warrior surprises him with a throat thrust. Simons staggers back and KANSHI tries to attack, but Michael counters the charge with a vicious STO!
KANSHI bounces off the mat, and before he can mount any offense, Simons nails a Lionsault! Simons makes the cover, but KANSHI AGAIN kicks out! The fans are kind of impressed with KANSHI’s resiliency, but Simons doesn’t let it bother him. He pulls KANSHI up again, but this time the Perfect Warrior counters with a jawbreaker. Simons staggers into the ropes, and KANSHI nails an enzuigiri to take him down. The follower of Darius Falcon mounts the top rope, preparing a flying elbow drop, but Simons moves out of the way, and KANSHI crashes on the mat. Simons gets up, pulling KANSHI to his feet… and nails the Blind Eye Halo! Simons hooks both legs to get the victory.
Winner: Michael Simons via Pinfall at 7:10
Rob Cavallo is ready to make an impact... but not tonight. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510154)
Match seven:
Darius Falcon versus Roderick Brookes
Exhibition: PWW Title Tournament: Semi-Finals
There is no love lost here between these two men on polar opposites of the theism spectrum. Falcon dislikes Brookes and everything he stands for, and Roderick… well, he just loves to fight. This one gets started in a quick fashion, with Brookes using a few knees to the midsection to keep Falcon at bay. Falcon manages to deliver some punches to the head of Brookes and applies a side headlock, but Roderick drops him to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Cruise and Scoop argue over who has the advantage – Falcon because he rested, or Brookes because he didn’t have to do another warm-up? Brookes doesn’t give a sh*t, as he drives some elbows into the midsection of Falcon. Brookes pulls Falcon and whips him into the corner, charging for a lariat afterwards, but Darius gets a boot up to the chin of Brookes. Roderick staggers off and Falcon pulls himself up to the corner… flying huracarrana! Falcon snaps it off nicely and quickly moves in for the cover, getting a two count before Roderick powers out of the pin.
Neither of these men are well liked by the crowd, but it seems Falcon is getting on their nerves even more now as he gives a fan with a Budweiser t-shirt in the front row a crotch chop. Brookes grabs Falcon from behind for a back suplex, but Falcon flips out, landing on his feet. He jumps to Brookes shoulders and tries to deliver the Poison Rana, but Brookes hangs on, causing Falcon to bridge all the way back, then forward and onto the shoulders again… and ultimately into the canvas with a nasty electric chair drop! Roderick wastes no time in covering, but only gets two on the former HCW Lucharesu Champion. Brookes pulls Falcon up and starts driving elbows into his head in a similar fashion he did to Frost earlier. Falcon learns something that Frost didn’t… that Brookes leaves his legs completely exposed, and Falcon quickly kicks Brookes in the shin. Childish, yet effective, and Falcon is damn proud of it. He grabs Brookes into a front facelock and spins into a reverse rolling cutter!
Falcon doesn’t make the cover, and instead climbs to the top rope, setting up for a crooked moonsault… but Brookes has other plans as he gets to his feet and shoves Darius off the turnbuckle, sending him to the outside! Falcon’s head cracks off the barricade, and he falls back, holding his forehead in great pain. Brookes slides out of the ring, following Falcon, who is now leaving a trail of blood behind from his lacerated forehead. Brookes grabs Falcon and slams his head against the steel turnbuckle post, knocking him loopy, and Falcon staggers towards the apron. Brookes tries to grab Falcon, but he stomps on Brookes’ foot, and quickly turns around with a slap to the face. This only infuriates Brookes, who tries to throttle Falcon, but the quicker Juniorweight evades the attempt, jumps over the barricade, and hightails it through the crowd. The referee gets pissed off, as Brookes follows Falcon into the crowd, and tries to find him in the mob of people who are dressed in… dark clothing… with dark hair… Oh, this one will be hard. Falcon does a good job avoiding Brookes and hops over the barrier on an adjacent side of the arena, getting back to the ringside area. The referee is to eight now, and Falcon rolls into the ring. He gets to nine, and Brookes is coming over the barrier… but Falcon nails a crossbody suicida, wiping him out, and sending both men back into the crowd! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! Falcon just flew from the ropes to the crowd, and the fans are going nuts! Falcon holds his head, which is apparently stopping itself a bit now, and goes back over the barrier, rolling into the ring. Brookes eventually gets into the ring at seven. Darius nails a standing moonsault and makes the cover, getting a two before Brookes kicks out.
Falcon pulls Brookes to his feet and sets up a Big Bang, but Roderick doubles him over with a headbutt to the groin! Brookes grabs Falcon… CHURCH BOMBING! Falcon lands hard on the canvas, and Brookes pulls him toward him, attempting to apply the No Cure for Cancer submission hold! Falcon fights him off, getting to the ropes, and Brookes gives him enough time to get to his feet. Brookes swings for a clothesline, but Falcon ducks under and nails a side Russian Leg Sweep. He scales the ropes… FROG SPLASH! One, two, NO! Brookes powers out, and Falcon seems in awe after landing the maneuver. Falcon goes to the top again, this time setting up a more risky maneuver, but Brookes cuts him off, crotching him on the top rope. Brookes climbs to the middle rope, setting up a superplex… but Falcon blocks him with a knee to the head. Falcon sets Brookes up… ODE TO DARWIN! Brookes lands hard on the canvas! Falcon rolls him over… One, two, thre—WHATTHEF*CK?!?!?! RODERICK BROOKES KICKS OUT!
The fans are going f*cking INSANE now as a huge “CAN-CER!” chant breaks out… Falcon looks like he’s just seen a ghost, which despite not believing in, would probably be more perceptive to accept than someone kicking out of the ODE TO DARWIN~! Falcon slowly gets to his feet, panicking a bit… He covers Brookes again, getting a second two count, albeit a shorter one than last time. Falcon seems really shocked, and the fans are stomping and pounding for Brookes to get back to his feet. Falcon drives some shots to Brookes’ back, trying to wear him down. He runs to the opposite side of the ring… and takes a nasty STO on his return! Brookes applies a reverse half nelson chokehold! Brookes is choking Falcon out, but Darius manages to get to his feet… Complete Shot! Brookes gets driven face-first into the canvas. Falcon makes the cover… and Brookes AGAIN kicks out! Darius can’t believe this… He goes to the top rope again, but this time Brookes doesn’t take any chances, shoving the referee into the ropes to cut him off. Brookes grabs Falcon and flips him from the top rope to prevent the Ode To Darwin attempt… Fool Brookes once, shame on him. Fool him twice… well, that probably won’t happen anyway.
Brookes pulls Falcon to his feet… Death Valley Driver! He makes the cover… one, two, thr—NO! Falcon shoots a shoulder up, and now it’s Brookes who is shocked… Brookes doesn’t obsess over it, though, and he grabs Falcon… stiff European uppercut! Falcon’s head nearly flies off his neck as he falls into the ropes. Brookes runs to the opposite side of the ring… and kicks Falcon all the way through the ropes! Falcon lands on the outside, now bleeding profusely from the kick to the head, and he’s probably better off dead than in the ring with Brookes. Roderick drapes over the ropes, breathing heavily, and the fans are chanting his name… or, his namesake, at least. “CAN-CER! CAN-CER! CAN-CER!” Brookes steps through the ropes, grabbing Falcon and tossing him back into the ring. He lets out a shout – IT’S ****IN’ DONE! Brookes grabs Falcon… and locks on the No Cure for Cancer! It’s all over… It’s all over! Wait, it’s Tyler Hart… What the—Tyler Hart has come down to ringside, and he’s pounding on the mat for Falcon to get out of the hold. Brookes looks at Hart, remembering what Hart did to him in the pure wrestling match not so long ago.
Brookes wrenches back on Falcon, and it seems that Hart is more of a driving force than help for Falcon now. Falcon manages to free one of his arms now, and starts to crawl toward the ropes, slowly getting closer and closer, with the 260-pound man on his back. Hart eventually pushes the rope, trying to get it closer for Falcon, but the referee sees it and tells him to back off. Falcon finally reaches the rope, defying the fans, and forcing a break of the hold. Brookes goes the full four count before letting go. Brookes sighs, exasperated now, and pulls Falcon to his feet… He hoists him to his shoulders… is he going for a BURNING HAMMER? No, Falcon slides out! Lung blower to Brookes! Falcon slowly pulls himself up via the ropes and grabs a rising Brookes… CLEANSING CROSSFACE! CLEANSING CROSSFACE! FALCON IS TRYING TO PUT BROOKES IN REHAB! Brookes fights the hold and rolls to his side, getting Falcon on his back… Falcon lets go of the hold at the two count, looking up at the referee.
I HAVE TILL THREE, REFEREE! Falcon then slaps the taste out of Brookes’ mouth! Brookes seems a bit stunned, and Falcon yells at the son of a bitch to get up. Brookes stares at Falcon, and takes a few slaps to the face, stunning him, before Falcon nails a leaping enzuigiri kick to the head! Brookes staggers about, and Falcon kicks him in the midsection… BIG BANG! Falcon doesn’t stop there… He climbs to the top rope… 450 SPLAAAASSSSH—Brookes gets the knees up! Falcon takes too long going for it all, and Brookes counters with knees to the midsection. Darius clutches his gut, rolling on the canvas in agony, and Brookes gets to his feet… He grabs Falcon… Piledriv—no! Falcon counters with a double-leg takedown… he rolls Brookes up with his feet on the ropes! One, two, thre—no, the ref sees the feet and forces Falcon off… Falcon is pissed. Darius pulls Brookes up, setting up another Big Bang, but Brookes shoves him into the corner. Brookes charges forward… YAKUZA KICK! Falcon is stunned now, and Brookes grabs him by the bloody hair… Brookes sits on the top turnbuckle now, pulling Falcon up… Oh God, he can’t… He’s going for it… SUPER CHURCH BOMBING! No, Falcon fights out of it, getting behind Brookes now, who is standing on the top ropes. Falcon is standing behind Brookes now, facing the opposite direction. He slowly maneuvers to the front of Brookes, clubbing him along the way. Brookes blocks a shot and lifts Falcon into position for a Super Death Valley Driver, but Falcon knees him a few times in the head, getting Brookes woozy… Falcon positions his legs around Brookes’ head… REVERSE ODE TO DARWIN OFF THE TOP ROPE! HOLY BEJEBUS CRIPES! Falcon and Brookes are both dead, and after a moment of hesitation, Darius finally makes the cover… One… two… and three. Amazing.
Winner: Darius Falcon via Pinfall at 24:40
The fans give both men a standing round of applause as Falcon raises his arms, blood and sweat dripping off his body… and he still has another match left! Falcon leaves the ring, ecstatic in spite of his current condition, and Brookes gets further cheering from the fans… who he promptly then tells to shut the f*ck up. Cheers turn to boos. Yay.
He’s back… but did anybody miss his mouth? (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509918)
Match eight:
Drake Vinaldi vs. Kenzo Katana
Exhibition: PWW Title Tournament: Semi-Finals
These two men have already waged war once tonight, and they’re far from done. Darius Falcon is at the commentator’s position, his head bandaged up after his monumental battle against Roderick Brookes earlier in the night. He’s eager to see who will advance to face him in the finals for the PWW World Heavyweight Championship. Following the handshake, these two get it started quickly, with an exchange of some strike attempts. Katana moves in, trying to nail Vinaldi a few times with a low kick, while Vinaldi backs away. Vinaldi goes for a big spinning kick, but Katana moves out of the way and quickly grabs Vinaldi into a takedown. Katana mounts Vinaldi and starts throwing rights and lefts, most of which Vinaldi manages to block, and he rolls Katana over, throwing some elbows. The fans get on their feet, cheering both men on now, as they struggle for position. After a moment of grappling on the mat, Katana monkey flips Vinaldi, sending him to the canvas. Vinaldi gets on his hands and knees, and Katana boots him on the top of the head, stunning the Sicilian Shooter!
Katana grabs Vinaldi into la Majistral, getting a two count before Vinaldi kicks out with authority. Drake gets to his feet, and Katana is to his as well. The two exchange chops, with Katana getting the better of Vinaldi, lighting him up. Kenzo slaps Drake a few times in the face before going for a spinning back chop, under which Vinaldi ducks and responds with a huge German Suplex! Katana bounces off the mat, and tries to get to his feet, but Vinaldi rushes him with a series of rights and lefts, hooks and jabs, sending him into the corner for refuge. Drake doesn’t let up, firing some stiff elbows into Kenzo’s face. Drake continues some shots… until Kenzo starts firing back with shots of his own, slapping and chopping Drake to fight his way out of the corner. Kenzo gets a full head of steam, does a full spin, and attempts a roaring elbow, but Vinaldi blocks it and counters with a leaping enzuigiri! Kenzo staggers about, and Vinaldi rolls forward… KAPPOU KICK! Kenzo takes the shot, falling into the corner, and Vinaldi gets on his knees, breathing angrily. The fans applaud Vinaldi as he grabs Katana and lifts him to the turnbuckle, sitting him on top. He slaps Kenzo in the chest and attempts a spinning palm strike, but Kenzo blocks and grabs Vinaldi’s arm, falling over the ropes with a jujigatame! It’s illegal, but damn sure effective! Vinaldi’s arm looks like it’s going to pop off, but fortunately for the Italian-American, the referee steps in to force a break. Kenzo lets go and subsequently falls onto the apron. Vinaldi holds his arm, walking away for a moment. He turns back and takes a springboard leg lariat from Kenzo, sending him down to the mat. Katana makes the cover, getting two before Vinaldi shoots a shoulder off the mat.
Kenzo drives some forearms into Vinaldi’s face, and Drake manages to wrap his legs around Kenzo in a body scissors. He gets to Kenzo’s back, mounting him from behind… Not like that, you pervert. Vinaldi rains down with vicious elbows and punches to the back of Kenzo’s head. Katana gets to his feet, grabbing Vinaldi around the neck… and drops him with a modified backpack stunner! Vinaldi’s head collides with Katana’s shoulder blade, and he falls back, landing a few feet from Kenzo after the impact. Katana pulls Vinaldi to his feet and locks on a clinch, driving some knees into his midsection and chest. Vinaldi does a good job of covering up, but Katana soon whips him into the ropes. Drake springs off the middle rope and nails a Ganmengiri kick on the unsuspecting Katana, taking him down. Vinaldi doesn’t go for the cover, as Kenzo gets to his knees too quickly, but opts to kick Katana viciously in the chest, catching him off guard. Katana is on his knees now, after taking the kick, and Vinaldi pounds the mat, attempting a Killing Blow, but Katana ducks under… and grabs Vinaldi into the Katana Klutch! Vinaldi flails about, but manages to counter the move with a deep armdrag, sending Katana over before he could get it fully locked in.
Katana gets to his feet, ready to strike again, and both men move back to their fighting stances. They exchange some low impact jabs and slaps before Katana rushes with a lock up. Kenzo goes behind Vinaldi quickly, into a waistlock, and takes him down to the mat. He tries to move to a front chancery, but Vinaldi avoids it, lifting his head up and driving a knee right into Kenzo’s face! Kenzo seems stunned, but uses the rage of being outsmarted on that exchange to fuel a stiff kick to the head, putting the Sicilian Shooter on wobbly knees. Vinaldi swings for Katana, but Kenzo ducks under and fires a kick to the midsection, doubling him over. He leaps onto Vinaldi’s back with a mushroom stomp, taking him down. Katana runs to the ropes, and he returns with a senton back splash to Vinaldi’s back, squashing him underneath. Kenzo rolls Drake over to make a cover, but Vinaldi surprises him with a kick to the head! He nails the move with great precision, considering he was on his back at the time. Kenzo grabs his head, and Vinaldi shifts and kips up, connecting with a huracarrana on the unsuspecting Kenzo Katana. Vinaldi holds the pin and gets two before Kenzo can kick out.
Drake gets to his feet, runs to the ropes… and catches a leaping yakuza kick on his return. Kenzo leaps up, slapping his chest and screaming at Vinaldi to get up. Drake complies, slowly getting to his feet, and Kenzo kicks him in the legs a few times, wearing down his wheels to get Vinaldi down to a knee. Kenzo runs to the ropes and comes back… Shining Wizard! Vinaldi goes down, and Kenzo makes the cover, but Drake gets a leg on the rope at two. Kenzo rolls Vinaldi onto his front and tries to apply the Klutch again, but Drake fights out of it, driving a few back elbows into his face. Vinaldi grabs Katana’s leg through his own and rolls forward… SICILIAN GRAPEVINE! Kenzo is in a bad way here, as he’s in the center of the ring after Vinaldi’s roll, with the leg lock applied perfectly. Katana grabs hold of the canvas as well as he can and starts crawling toward the ropes. Vinaldi wrenches back, really letting the hold do as much work as possible. Katana finally reaches the rope, but the damage has been dealt. Vinaldi steps off Kenzo, allowing him to get to his feet. Kenzo bends his knee a few times, trying to work through the pain, but Vinaldi’s offensive strategy is clear once he delivers a nasty dragon whip that takes Kenzo down to the mat. Vinaldi tries to apply a figure four leglock, but Kenzo shoves him off, sending him through the ropes to the outside floor!
Vinaldi lands hard on the floor, apparently on his shoulder as that’s where he’s clutching, and Kenzo uses the time to rest his leg. He eventually pursues Vinaldi, who has made his way to his feet now, climbing onto the apron. Kenzo charges Vinaldi, trying to spear him off the apron, but Drake sidesteps, and as soon as Kenzo’s upper body goes through the ropes, The Sicilian Shooter drives a nasty kick to his head, causing Kenzo’s body to move upwards, against the top rope. Vinaldi waits on the reaction, when Kenzo slumps forward, and drops a legdrop across the back of his head, sending Kenzo through the ropes to the floor as well. Vinaldi steps into the ring, breaking the count. Kenzo gets to his feet, holding his leg, and Vinaldi suddenly nails a tope con hilo! Both men crash into the steel guardrail, and the fans are going crazy… hell, myself included. What a dive, Drake!
Vinaldi and Kenzo go till the count of four before Vinaldi rolls into the ring and back inside to break the count. He grabs Kenzo by his weakened leg as he’s crawling and smacks it against the floor. Kenzo lets out a small yelp of pain as Vinaldi grabs him around the ankle and applies a modified anklelock! Kenzo grabs hold of the guardrails and begins to kick Vinaldi with his free leg, managing to free himself from the hold. Kenzo gets to his feet with help from the guardrail, turning toward Vinaldi as he runs at him. Kenzo nails a kick with his good leg toward Vinaldi’s sternum, catching him. He grabs Vinaldi around the head and knees him with his good leg again, stunning Vinaldi long enough to slide into the ring. Vinaldi soon pursues, but Kenzo catches him off guard as he’s coming through the ropes, nailing a vicious Mongolian chop to his shoulders. Katana grabs Drake and sets up a Fujiwara Armbar, but Vinaldi counters with a backbreaker, then switches it to a gutbuster. Kenzo bounces off Drake’s knee, holding his stomach, and Vinaldi nails a kick to the knee. Kenzo drops to his knees, looking toward Vinaldi… KILLING BLOW! Vinaldi blasts Kenzo in the head and makes the cover… One, two, thr—NO! Kenzo kicks out!
The fans are excited now, pounding on the barriers for Kenzo to go after Vinaldi. Vinaldi sees he’s slowly becoming less of a favorite and decides to do something about it. He scales to the top rope, setting up for a double stomp, but Kenzo cuts him off! Vinaldi gets crotched on the top turnbuckle. Kenzo climbs to the middle ropes… then the top ropes, setting up a big superplex, but Vinaldi fires a few shots to him before tripping him and letting him fall back into the tree of woe. Vinaldi places his foot on Kenzo’s weakened knee, grinding it. Kenzo reaches up to grab it… and takes a tree of woe Lunatic High! Kenzo crashes onto the mat, and Vinaldi bounces off, holding his back. Kenzo is still in the corner, as Vinaldi crawls toward him, making the cover one, two, thre—NO! Kenzo gets a foot on the rope! Vinaldi can’t believe the mistake he made, and pounds the mat with frustration. He pulls Kenzo toward the center of the ring and waits on him to get up. Kenzo slowly staggers to his feet, hobbling about, and Vinaldi delivers a kick to his gut. Drake sets up a big move… It looks like he’s going for a piledriver, but Katana counters… He’s going for the Martial Driver, but Drake manages to counter that… reverse headscissors takeover by Vinaldi, and Kenzo’s head gets driven into the mat! Vinaldi goes to make a cover, but Kenzo gets to his knees really quickly and grabs Vinaldi by the arm… FUJIWARA ARMBAR! Vinaldi is in pain now, locked in the arm submission, and Kenzo wrenches back, trying to snap Vinaldi’s arm in half! Vinaldi struggles to get to the ropes and finally does, wrapping his arm around the lower rope to force Kenzo off.
Katana gets to his feet, hobbling on the bad knee, and Vinaldi grabs him by his leg, trying to trip him. Kenzo grabs Vinaldi’s weakened arm and elbows it a few times in the joint, before wrenching it and driving the point into the canvas. Kenzo grabs Vinaldi’s arm… jujigatame! He locks on the cross armbar! Vinaldi manages to roll onto his front and grasp his hands together… He lifts Kenzo and slams him into the canvas with a modified powerbomb! Kenzo still has the hold on! Vinaldi lifts Kenzo again, but this time keeps him suspended… and begins kicking him in the back! Kenzo eventually releases the hold, rolling backwards onto his knees… KILLING BLOW! No! Kenzo ducks under it… Kenzo grabs Vinaldi into a half nelson suplex, sending his head into the mat! The fans are going insane now, as these men are still going at a ridiculous pace after twenty minutes of action! Kenzo realizes his opportunity is now, and with Vinaldi resting in the corner, Kenzo charges… SHINING WIZARD OMEGA~! Vinaldi’s head nearly flies off his neck as Kenzo shuts out the pain of his knee, struggling to put Vinaldi on the top rope. Vinaldi fights, even turning away from Kenzo, but Katana ultimately puts Vinaldi on the top rope, his back facing the ring. Kenzo grabs Vinaldi as he climbs, trying to lock on a hanging Katana Klutch, the same way he defeated Adam Pugh earlier!
Vinaldi fights him off, delivering a few chops to Katana’s chest, but Kenzo wraps his hands around the Sicilian Shooter’s head, delivering vicious headbutts to the back of his head. Kenzo moves around Vinaldi, setting up a… super… something. He grabs Vinaldi and… oh God… he can’t… he can’t possibly… Kenzo grabs Vinaldi for a SUPER Martial Driver, but Drake fights back. Drake slips out of the position and sets up a superplex… but Kenzo blocks… OH MY GOD! SUPERPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE BY KENZO KATANA ON DRAKE VINALDI~!!11 HOLY F*CKING SH*T CHRIST! The referee nearly pisses his pants in reaction…
Oh my God… I think they’re both dead… The referee has no choice but to count… He gets to six, and neither man is moving… To eight, and they’re both still down… Kenzo is slowly twitching at nine, but… the referee gets to ten… He calls for the bell… and the match is… over?
Darius Falcon is jumping up and down, claiming he’s won… He runs from the announcer’s position and grabs a microphone, tapping it and speaking immediately.
Darius Falcon:
YES! FINALLY! After all these years… I… I’ve done it! I’m the PWW Champion! I AM THE PRO WRESTLING WARRIORS WORLD CHAMPION! ME! DARIUS FALCON! HAHA! YES!
Falcon is going ecstatic, almost hyperventilating as he tries to speak.
Darius Falcon:
I am the World Champion! I’ve done it! These two losers just disqualified themselves… Double count-out! HAHA! I’M THE CHAMP, BABY!
Suddenly, the plasma screen illuminates, cutting Falcon’s celebration short as James Simpson slowly applauds… Could it be true? Is Darius Falcon the champion?!
James Simpson:
That was an interesting conclusion you came to, Darius…
Interesting… BUT WRONG!
Pop from the crowd. Darius looks like he shat his pants. Lots of bodily functions tonight.
James Simpson:
You see, you haven’t won anything… yet. Now, I’m quite aware that for the last… Geez, upwards of 25, 30 minutes, Kenzo Katana and Drake Vinaldi put on one of the greatest contests I’ve ever witnessed in my LIFE. Hell, I’d say it was better than your bout with Roderick Brookes earlier, Darius… wouldn’t you agree?
Darius Falcon:
What the hell? No, it wasn’t better—
James Simpson:
Shut up, son! Shut up when I’m talking!
Darius Falcon:
But you just asked me a goddamn qu—
James Simpson:
You want to play rough? Cut his damn microphone!
En cue, Darius Falcon’s microphone cuts as he’s muttering “You piece of sh*t” and “Die, motherf*cker, die!” The fans cheer as Falcon screams at the top of his lungs, but can’t be heard over James Simpson.
James Simpson:
No, Darius Falcon… I know you expect me to just hand you the PWW World Title, but you… you’re going to have to work harder than that, kid. That’s why tonight, you won’t be facing Drake Vinaldi or Kenzo Katana in the finals.
Darius looks a bit relieved, nodding in agreement that he shouldn’t face them. He even says, “I told you, Scott!”
James Simpson:
You’ll be facing Drake Vinaldi AND Kenzo Katana in a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH for the PWW World Championship!
And that… is… final!
The plasma screen goes back to black, and Falcon is irate over having to face both men. Vinaldi and Katana who are back on their feet now, face off, slowly shaking hands, and are now forced to prepare to wage war in just a few moments.
Match nine:
Crimson Hawk vs. Eric Smith vs. Tristan Novak
Exhibition: Three-Way Dance
Three men who’ve got a lot to prove tonight in Crimson Hawk, the man who claims to be enforcing honor in PWW, Eric Smith, another man who loves honor and wishes to see it exercised to the fullest extent, and Tristan Novak… who is just a loud mouth sonovabitch, will be facing off in this contest. Following a handshake between Hawk and Smith, the two extend their hands for Novak to shake… but Tristan slaps the taste out of Smith’s mouth, and then fires some shots to Hawk, stunning him. Novak doubles Hawk over with a big boot to the stomach, and follows it up with a nice tornado DDT, sending him to the mat. Smith goes to attack Novak from behind, but waits until he turns around. He mouths the words “No sneak attacks” before attempting a punch, but Novak blocks and returns with a vicious slap to the side of the head, and a high kick, sending Smith down. Novak tells Smith that’s not what it means, while viciously stomping a mudhole in his “arse”.
Novak pulls Smith up, but Eric catches him off guard with a European Uppercut. That one looked nice and stiff. Novak staggers back a bit, and Smith follows with a big dropkick, sending him into the ropes. Smith charges Novak, but the more experienced man back bodydrops him all the way to the outside floor! Smith takes a good bump, and Hawk resumes where he left off, clubbing Novak in the chest with a forearm. Hawk whips Tristan off, and the agile Irishman springs off the middle rope and snaps off a spinning huracarrana. Hawk gets up, and Tristan charges him this time, with Crimson Hawk catapulting him with a stungun, sending Tristan’s neck onto the top rope. Novak snaps off, holding his neck in pain, and Hawk nails a neckbreaker. He covers, but Smith is in to break it up. Smith pulls Hawk to his feet… and nails the Belly Flop! Hawk lands on the mat, and Smith doesn’t hesitate to apply the YMCA! Crimson Hawk tries to fight, but as soon as Smith applies the body scissors, he taps like hell. YMCA is the dog bollocks, mate.
Crimson Hawk is eliminated via submission at 5:30
Smith shakes Hawk’s hand and gets to his feet, facing Tristan, and they stare each other in the eyes, knowing they’re about to lock up. A quick collar and elbow tie-up leads to Smith trying to force Novak into the corner, but Tristan reverses the momentum at the last minute, shoving Eric back into the corner. Tristan backs away, as if he’s going to give Smith a clean break… but slaps him in the face! What a bitch! Smith looks pissed at the disrespect, and fires a big boot to Tristan’s gut. He grabs Novak by both hands into a knuckle lock, forcing his back into the canvas for a two count before Tristan gets a shoulder off. Smith shoves his shoulders down again for another two, and Tristan gets the other shoulder up. Smith goes on top of Tristan, who uses his legs to balance the weight, getting a two before Tristan kicks him off and jumps onto Smith’s hips… monkey flip! Tristan gets to his feet, runs to the ropes, and attempts a springboard moonsault, but Smith moves out of the way. Novak lands on his feet, showing some agility. Smith attempts a clothesline, but Novak ducks under and nails a crucifix roll-up driver! Smith’s head bounces off the mat, and he rolls onto his feet, holding the back of his head in pain. Novak runs to the ropes and comes back with a bulldog to send Smith back into the mat.
Novak makes the cover, but Your Master Choke Artist kicks out at two. Tristan looks pissed, pounding the mat in frustrated fashion, and he asks the referee if it was indeed only two. Smith gets to his feet as Novak is distracted and tries to lock on YMCA, but Tristan blocks and delivers a jawbreaker to counter. Smith staggers around, and Novak nails a huracarrana, taking Smith down to the mat again. He points to the corner, setting up the Abolition, but Smith gets to his feet before Novak gets done taunting, grabbing him from behind with a German Suplex! Smith keeps the hold on and rolls back, pulling Novak to his feet, setting up a Transplant, but Novak blocks… and nails a DDT! Novak wastes no time now, quickly climbing to the top rope… and nails the Abolition! He hooks the legs to secure a victory on his first night back to the squared circle.
Winner: Tristan Novak via Pinfall at 11:55
All three men make their entrances for the main event, with Darius Falcon bitching the entire way about how he should be champion already and how it’s only a formality for him. Kenzo and Drake are ready to go, when suddenly… the arena’s lights go out. Everyone is buzzing, wondering what’s going on. Purple lights start to circle around the arena as the plasma screen slowly outlines a silhouette of a man walking through smoke. Eventually, the man’s outline changes to purple, and a large
L V L
appears on the plasma screen, and “Breath” by Breaking Benjamin plays. The crowd gives a mixed response as LVL appears at the entrance stage. They’re either booing or cheering, but everyone is loud as hell and quite frankly, shocked. Darius Falcon’s mouth gapes open as LVL walks down the area, tagging the hands of the fans along the way. He gets a microphone from ringside as his entrance theme cuts and he speaks.
Lance Van Leer:
I don’t want to interrupt the awesome wrestling, but I’d like a minute of your time to hear my dilemma. It seems after giving my heart, soul, and life to wrestling, that one company wants to screw me over and ruin my legacy… Well, the REAL LVL – not some damn impostor – is standing HERE tonight, in Pro Wrestling Warriors!
The fans give him a cheap pop as he continues.
Lance Van Leer:
As you’re probably aware, I am the former Hybrid Championship Wrestling champion… but that belt doesn’t mean sh*t to me! I was held back in HCW… HCW isn’t about wrestling. It’s about money. It’s about… flash, and sports-entertainment, and turning a buck… It isn’t about this… It isn’t for real wrestling, the wrestling that beats in my heart and charges my veins. It isn’t about the wrestling that so many have given their lives for.
Pro Wrestling Warriors is wrestling. Pro Wrestling Warriors is a cutting edge company ready to move to the next plateau. I’m not here tonight to steal anyone’s spotlight. I humbly ask that I, as a former World Champion, may have the honor of refereeing this contest to crown the FIRST Pro Wrestling Warriors World Champion…
The plasma screen suddenly comes on, with James Simpson sitting at his desk.
James Simpson:
Well, this is a surprise… I didn’t plan on you being here tonight. You didn’t go through the proper channels… You didn’t tell me you wanted to referee… Hell, I didn’t get a damn phone call, an e-mail, anything… So why on earth should I let you referee tonight?
The fans begin to cheer, “LET HIM REF! LET HIM REF” as LVL looks around, pointing to the crowd.
Lance Van Leer:
Why? Why?! You want to know why?! THEY’RE why, James! Each and every one of these fans is why…
James Simpson:
Well, if the fans want you to referee… Then they’ve got it. But no funny business. You call this one fair, and you do your damnedest, and if you screw me over, I swear to you… You’ll be flooded with lawsuits.
Lance Van Leer looks ecstatic and gets handed a referee shirt. He quickly puts it on and calls for the bell, and this one is underway.
Falcon, Vinaldi, and Katana circle the ring, looking for an opening. Falcon quickly rushes into a lock-up with Drake, shoving him into the corner. He starts to fire some closed fists… but LVL intervenes, grabbing Falcon’s hand. He wags his finger, and Falcon tells him to f*ck off, which gets boos from the crowd. Falcon whips Vinaldi into the opposite corner, charging in, but Katana flies from the side with a huge knee that hits Falcon right in the head, sending him away. Katana turns his attention to Vinaldi, chopping him fiercely in the chest. Kenzo pulls Vinaldi toward the center of the ring and applies a sleeper hold. Falcon slides back in and locks on a sleeper on Katana! We’ve got two sleepers applied at the same time now, and both Vinaldi and Kenzo are fading quickly. Vinaldi goes down to a seated position as Falcon slowly releases his sleeper. Darius runs to the ropes, comes back, and nails a dropkick to Drake’s skull, teaming with Katana.
Falcon goes to give Katana a handshake, and Katana accepts… then Falcon spits in his face! He boots Katana in the gut… BIG BANG! BIG BANG! Katana goes down hard, and Falcon makes the cover… One, two, but Vinaldi pulls him off. Vinaldi and Falcon exchange punches, with Vinaldi getting the better. Drake goes for a high kick, but Falcon ducks under and nails a lung blower! Falcon makes the cover, but Vinaldi kicks out with authority. Darius climbs to the top rope, setting up a high-risk move, but Katana gets up, cutting him off. Kenzo climbs to the middle ropes; setting up a super plex… but Vinaldi grabs Kenzo from behind… POWERBOMB ON KENZO AND SUPLEX ON FALCON! TOWER OF DOOM~! The fans erupt with cheers, and LVL looks impressed, applauding the three men. After a moment of resting, Vinaldi covers Kenzo… but only gets two. He covers Falcon, and gets the same count from LVL, for two.
Vinaldi pulls Kenzo to his knees… Killing Blow effort gets evaded, and Kenzo applies the half nelson choke… he’s going for the Katana Klutch! Vinaldi flails about, and Falcon grabs Kenzo from behind for a German Suplex, as Kenzo half nelson suplexes Vinaldi! HOLY CRIPES! Vinaldi crashes on the mat, and Falcon grabs Katana for a DDT attempt, but Kenzo counters with the Northern Lights Suplex for a two count from Referee Van Leer. Kenzo makes a cutthroat motion and attempts a Michinoku Driver II on Falcon, but Darius slides out and grabs Kenzo, shoving him into the ropes. He attempts a rolling prawn hold, but Kenzo knocks him off, turns towards Falcon… and takes a huge dropkick that sends him all the way to the outside floor!
Falcon sees the window of opportunity and grabs Vinaldi.. BIG BANG—NO! Vinaldi blocks it and shoves Falcon into the corner. Drake goes apesh*t, delivering some vicious slaps and kicks to the midsection. LVL steps in, showing objectivity by forcing Vinaldi to get away from the corner. Falcon staggers forward… and Vinaldi nails a rolling Kappou kick! Falcon crashes into the corner, and Drake is on him like a shark to blood, scraping Falcon’s face with his boot! Falcon tries to fight it off, but Vinaldi nails a face wash, putting Darius in a world of hurt. Vinaldi pulls Falcon up and puts him on the top rope. He climbs, setting Falcon up for a superplex, but Darius blocks it, shoving Vinaldi off. Drake lands on his hands and knees, and Falcon leaps off… but misses the Shadows Over Hell!
Falcon holds his stomach, now on his knees… KILLING BLOW! Vinaldi nails it and goes for the cover… but Katana is back in, and he’s got the Katana Klutch locked in! Vinaldi is getting choked out! Kenzo applies the body scissors, and Vinaldi is in a really bad way here as he’s fading fast… Van Leer asks if he wants to give up, but Vinaldi refuses… Drake starts to inch his way toward the ropes… slowly… slowly… his arm drops… He can’t fight it… Falcon is back to his feet, coughing. He goes to break it up… but Vinaldi taps out! KENZO KATANA HAS DONE IT! KENZO WINS!
Winner: Kenzo Katana via Submission at 12:35
The fans get to their feet, applauding all three men for their efforts tonight. Vinaldi slowly gets to his feet, shaking Katana’s hand. He leaves the ring as LVL raises Katana’s arm, handing him the PWW World Championship. LVL stays with Kenzo for a moment, celebrating his victory, and exits as well. Falcon, irate, suddenly jumps Kenzo, nailing him in the back with a huge shot. He grabs Kenzo’s belt and starts beating it into his skull! What a disgrace!
Tyler Hart and KANSHI run past LVL, getting into the ring, putting the boots to Kenzo alongside Darius Falcon. The three men are giving him a beatdown, and Falcon is screaming, “IT’S MY TITLE!” LVL looks back and realizes what he must do. He runs into the ring… AND VAN LEER SPEARS KANSHI! The fans erupt as LVL just took down KANSHI, but before he can get back to his feet, Hart and Falcon start clubbing him… That is, until Brady Cruise runs into the ring… Cruise stares down with Falcon and Hart, who decide to leave. They pull KANSHI out as well, and the three men slowly back out of the arena, getting booed heavily by the Philadelphia crowd. One fan throws a whole roll of toilet paper, nailing Falcon in the side of the head.
LVL, Katana, and Cruise are in the ring now, staring down The Awakening as they back out… but the Plasma Screen illuminates again. Damn, Simpson is working overtime.
James Simpson:
Now, just wait a minute you three… You didn’t expect me to allow you to ruin Kenzo Katana’s celebration and get away with it, did you? It seems like you’ve forgotten who runs things around here. You aren’t above the Ten Commandments, and frankly, I get the feeling you need a little lesson in respect… That’s why, next week, it’s going to be The Awakening, Darius Falcon, Tyler Hart, and KANSHI… versus… the three men you see in the ring now, Brady Cruise, Lance Van Leer, and the Pro Wrestling Warriors World Champion… KENZO… KATANA!
The fans are going crazy now, awaiting the match-up next week…. But suddenly, Simpson’s door flies open and in walks Roderick Brookes, ranting and raving.
Listen here, you bludgeoning wanker, I’ve given my f*ckin heart to this company… and that ain’t easy with how much I smoke. I demand some goddamn respect around here. You’ve got all these fancy acquisitions, but I… I been here since the start, mate. Now you treat me with some f*cking respect and give me a real challenge. I got f*cked over tonight, and I’m not about to sit still about it. I could've f*ckin stayed in Derry if I wanted to deal with a bunch of knob-slobbering cows. Next week you're gonna give me a real opponent, or this muck-livin hellhole is gonna die just that much sooner. Do we have a f*ckin' understanding?!
James looks slightly intimidated, but motions for Brookes to calm down.
James Simpson:
Now, now… Just calm down, Brookes… It just so happens I’ve got a very special acquisition next week, and since you want a challenge, you can face him… That’s why next week, at our first Night of Appreciation show, you will be facing the man we’re appreciating in a one-on-one contest…
BRUCE BISHOP
Brookes appears as though he’s going to wet himself, stammering a bit but not saying anything coherently. We cut back to the ring, where Kenzo Katana raises his PWW Title high, and LVL and Cruise leave the ring, giving him his moment in the sun…
Written by Dean
The crowd is going insane tonight at the National Guard Armory here in Philly! Well over 2000 fans are packed like sardines awaiting the beginning of what will certainly be a momentous day in wrestling history. The pitch-black arena is illuminated by blinking lights, and “Only” by Nine Inch Nails plays throughout the gloomy stadium.
During the instrumental beginning of “Only,” clips of the wrestlers doing their entrances to the ring from “War for the Title” are shown. As the lyrics kick in, the clips become more intense, with face-offs between the wrestlers and heated confrontations.
I just made you up to hurt myself.
I just made you up to hurt myself.
And it worked. Yes it did.
The violence grows to a new level as the lyrics of the theme ring throughout the building…
THERE IS NO YOU. THERE IS ONLY ME
THERE IS NO YOU. THERE IS ONLY ME.
Clips of the first round of the title tournament are shown, showing each man advancing to the second round. The music slowly fades and we cut to the back.
The only thing Darius Falcon is destined for is cancer via television radiation. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509919)
Sure, Eric Smith thinks he’ll like it in PWW… But wait until after the Blake Straker hazing. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509476)
Somebody’s gonna get in troooouuuuuble. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510025)
Match one:
Darius Falcon vs. Matthew Voltaire
Exhibition: PWW Title Tournament: Block A Finals
These two high fliers are starting tonight off at a rapid pace, exchanging variations of arm drags and hip tosses, trying to get the advantage. Falcon draws first blood, snapping off a huracarrana that drives Voltaire to the canvas. Matt gets up and attempts a returning offensive maneuver, but before he can try, Falcon catches him with a huge dropkick, sending Voltaire through the ropes to the outside. The fans start applauding, and a few in particular rally Falcon to do a dive. Darius runs to the opposite side of the ring and returns for a… step through the ropes? He goes to the outside floor and mouths off to the fans. Nobody tells me how to wrestle! The fans don’t take that well and begin to boo him. Falcon then proceeds to club Voltaire in the back of the neck and roll him into the ring. Darius makes the cover, barely getting a one count on the downed Voltaire.
Darius pulls Voltaire to his feet and chops him hard in the chest! Matt’s chest turns red and he looks to be in some pain. Voltaire returns the favor with a stiff left hook, following with a spinning heel kick that takes Falcon down. The fans are behind Voltaire – whether it’s because he’s popular or due to their hatred of Falcon remains to be seen. Matt climbs to the top rope and sets up… HUGE senton bomb! Falcon takes the attack to his back, and he rolls over in pain. Voltaire makes the cover, but Falcon kicks out at two, showing resiliency. Voltaire lifts Falcon, preparing another attack, but the veteran shoves Matt into the corner and drives shoulders into his midsection. Falcon places Voltaire on the top rope and tries a palm strike, but he manages to evade the strike and counters by grabbing Falcon into a front facelock. A tornado DDT endeavor is unsuccessful as Falcon shoves Voltaire off, sending him to the middle of the ring. Voltaire charges Falcon, taking a deep flapjack that sends his head bouncing off the turnbuckle pad!
Voltaire’s head snaps back, and he turns around into a complete shot from Darius Falcon. The Eye of Epiphany makes the cover, getting a two count before Voltaire shoots a shoulder up. Falcon keeps focused, driving the point of his elbow into Voltaire’s head over and over again. Voltaire appears to be woozy from the onslaught, and Falcon pulls him to his feet… SPIKE DDT! Darius doesn’t bother making a cover, opting to climb to the top rope. He sets up for a Frog Splash, but takes a little too much time taunting before diving off, and he slams on the mat. Voltaire plays to the crowd, and they start stomping their feet to rally him up. Matt runs to the opposite ropes and returns… right into a jumping Shining Black! THAT WAS SICK! Falcon drives his leg into Voltaire’s head so hard that Matt does a complete flip before landing on his face!
Falcon and Voltaire rest as the referee counts them both down, getting to four before Darius pulls himself to his feet. Falcon opts to pull Voltaire up and drive some clubs to his back. Falcon sets up the Big Bang, but Voltaire manages to counter with a bridging pin for two. Voltaire attempts a clothesline, but Falcon ducks under and snaps off a nice-looking back suplex. Falcon sneers at Voltaire, chuckling a bit to himself as he climbs the ropes. Falcon waits on Voltaire to get up… and attempts his own Halo, but Voltaire counters with a dropkick to Falcon’s back! Falcon takes the shot and flips before landing on the canvas! Voltaire takes to the skies this time, setting up a Shooting Star Press, which I gathered from him screaming the name of the move. Falcon cuts him off, crotching Voltaire on the top rope. Matt flips forward and falls to the mat, and Falcon wastes no time in lifting him and nailing the Big Bang to get the three count.
Winner: Darius Falcon via Pinfall at 11:36
Following the victory, Falcon gladly shakes Voltaire’s hand, and the fans boo him as he leaves. Voltaire seems upset that he couldn’t capitalize, but ultimately heads to the back as well.
Alex Berlot… show some modesty! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509648)
Apathy in the face of adversity? Now I’ve heard everything… (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509640)
Match two:
Alex Berlot vs. Brett Stokes
Exhibition: Singles Match
Berlot plans to make an impressive debut against Stokes, who is having only his second match in PWW. The two start things off with a collar and elbow tie-up, from which Berlot goes behind Stokes into a waistlock and doesn’t hesitate to take him down to the mat. From here, Alex plans to use his superb grappling abilities to defeat Stokes. He moves into a front chancery, trying to roll Stokes over to his back. Stokes eventually finds a counter by grabbing Berlot’s legs and charging forward. Berlot falls back, but catches Stokes in half-guard, and quickly drives some slaps into his face. Stokes gets a bit sloppy and finds himself caught in a full mount by Berlot, who is now on top of Stokes, who is on his back, right where Brett doesn’t want to be. Berlot, a man with many accolades for wrestling, begins to ground and pound Stokes with vicious elbows and forearms to the head. Stokes tries to fight back, but he is at the mercy of Berlot now, as Alex impresses everyone in the arena with his amateur wrestling and mixed martial arts prowess.
Stokes finally manages to get his legs between himself and Alex Berlot, driving a wheel kick upwards and kicking Berlot on the chin. Alex staggers back, allowing Stokes to return to his feet for a moment. Stokes charges Berlot with a dropkick, sending Berlot into the ropes from the strike’s impact. Brett attempts to charge Berlot again, but Alex counters with a toss. Stokes uses his agility to land on the apron, and Berlot swings for a clothesline, but misses. Stokes thrusts his shoulder forward through the ropes, hoping to catch Berlot, but Alex evades and drops a leg on Stokes, sending him through the ropes, into the ring. Berlot grabs Stokes and lifts him up… German Suplex with a bridge! He holds the pin, but Stokes somehow kicks out at two and a half. Berlot seems shocked, but doesn’t let the seeds of doubt get planted in his mind. He grabs Stoke again, this time forcing him into a Canadian Clutch! Stokes tries to fight it, but Berlot sits deep and begins to rock Stokes back and forth, choking him out. Brett has no choice but to tap.
Winner: Alex Berlot via Submission at 6:40
Contrary to The Artist, Kenzo Katana is far from apathetic about his fight for the title. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509612)
Match three:
Adam Pugh vs. Kenzo Katana
Exhibition: PWW Title Tournament: Block D Finals
Following a quick handshake, things get under way, as Pugh plans to use his speed to combat the striking and mat skills of his Japanese adversary. Kenzo quickly goes into his fighting stance as Pugh tries to avoid him. Katana slowly backs Adam Pugh into a corner, and the Artist attempts to evade. Pugh goes to the right, and Kenzo blocks him from passing. Pugh tries going around Katana the other way, but The Machine is right there, ready to block. Pugh eventually goes after Katana’s leg with a baseball slide dropkick, and Kenzo goes down to a knee, seemingly pissed. Pugh runs forward with a nice huracarrana, taking Kenzo down to the mat. Pugh runs to the ropes again, this time springing off with a spiraling leg drop to Katana’s throat. He makes the first cover of the match, getting a short two before Kenzo powers out. Pugh gets to his feet again, running to the ropes… but Kenzo counters with a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling Pugh over. Kenzo prepares a Mongolian chop, but Adam counters by kicking him in the leg.
Kenzo drops to a knee, and Pugh looks shocked and runs at him for a Shining Wizard, but Kenzo catches his leg… And snaps off a HORRENDOUSLY PAINFUL dragon screw! MOTHERF*CKING OUCH! Pugh’s leg looks like it just snapped in two as he writhes in pain, and Kenzo takes advantage as he applies an Argentine Leglock, or a Stretch Muffler as it’s predominantly called in the US. He hoists Pugh all the way off the mat and starts to really rack the leg, with Pugh writhing in pain and trying to escape. Adam eventually reaches out and grabs the rope, most likely out of luck, and Katana releases. Pugh shoves himself out of the ring, holding his leg in agony as he hobbles around.
Katana’s strategy is clear – take Pugh’s legs out so his arsenal is limited in the way of aerial moves. Pugh takes his time on the outside, waiting until the count of six to return. The two lock up, and Katana easily shoves Pugh into the corner, despite the weight advantage, due to Pugh’s weakened leg, and Katana’s superb physique. Katana attempts a strike, but Pugh ducks under and quickly nails Katana with a slap to the face! Katana looks stunned, and Pugh strings together three vicious forearm strikes to keep Katana surprised for the time being. Pugh whips Katana off to the ropes and tries to follow up, but Katana extends his legs, nailing Pugh right in the jaw. Pugh staggers about, going to the other side of the ring… He turns… and Katana nails a vicious John Woo-style dropkick that sends Pugh crashing into the corner, and ultimately slumping down to the bottom turnbuckles.
Katana goes to the corner… and scrapes his boot against Pugh’s face, over and over again! He charges to the opposite side and returns for the face wash, but Pugh dodges it, and Katana’s foot goes through the ropes. Pugh gets to his feet quickly and grabs Katana with a running reverse neckbreaker, dropping him to the canvas! Pugh gets to his feet and nails a flipping senton. He makes the cover, getting a two before Katana kicks out with authority. Adam runs to the opposite ropes, coming back for an attack, but Kenzo delivers a nasty spinning wheel kick to his knees, taking both legs out! Pugh drops to his front, holding his legs in pain, and Katana screams before leaping into the air with a vicious double knee drop to Pugh’s leg! OUCH! Pugh tries to stand, but only gets to a knee. Katana attempts a shining wizard, but Pugh ducks under… and Katana nails the Rewind Wizard! Pugh takes the shot to the back of the head and falls forward. Katana tries to apply the Katana Klutch, but Adam manages to scramble to the ropes to break it before Kenzo cinched the hooks in.
Kenzo backs off, giving Pugh ample time to get to his feet. Adam hobbles a bit, trying to shake off the cobwebs and ease his leg. They go for a lock up… but Kenzo doesn’t give him a chance, quickly going behind Pugh and taking him down with a classic amateur-wrestling slam. Kenzo floats over to Pugh’s head and applies a butterfly lock. Pugh’s arms can’t protect him as Kenzo drives vicious, repeated knees into the tip of his cranium! Pugh looks like he’s going to pass out from the pain, but he miraculously breaks one of the underhooks and grabs Kenzo into a desperation fallout TKO! Pugh uses a power move, something he rarely has an opportunity to do, taking full advantage of his 25-pound weight advantage. Kenzo’s head snaps upon impact of the move, and he rolls to the ropes, making sure Pugh can’t pin him. The referee counts both men down, and even after the burst of energy from Pugh, Kenzo still returns to his feet first.
Kenzo awaits Pugh to get on his knees… and attempts the Burning Blade, but Adam ducks under and rolls Kenzo into a schoolboy! Kenzo kicks out at two and shifts his weight to apply an Ude-Hishigi-Waki-Gatame! Kenzo puts to work the years of practice he’s had in the martial arts, applying the Fujiwara Armbar and trying to bend Pugh’s elbow joint to the point where it snaps. Adam acts quickly, grabbing Kenzo by the mouth and fish hooking him! The maneuver may be dirty, but it is somewhat effective, causing Kenzo to release the hold long enough for Pugh to free his arm and hobble to his feet. Kenzo gets to his soon as well, and Pugh catches him off guard with a leg lariat! Kenzo drops to the mat, holding his head, stunned. Pugh climbs to the top rope, preparing a moonsault of some sort, but Kenzo cuts him off, causing Pugh to fall to the tree of woe. Kenzo grins, bringing Pugh all the way back, bridging him to the mat. He kicks him fiercely in the chest a few times, before going to the opposite side of the ring. Kenzo does a quick bow and delivers a running dropkick to Pugh’s head with MASSIVE hang-time! Pugh seems to be out of it, but Kenzo is relentless, grabbing Pugh and shoving him to the top rope. Kenzo climbs behind Pugh, hooking his own legs around Pugh’s body… and drops back with a hanging Katana Klutch! Pugh’s weakened legs can’t support Kenzo’s additional bodyweight, and he eventually falls off the corner turnbuckles, allowing Kenzo to roll backwards and grab him into the full version of the Katana Klutch! It isn’t long before Pugh taps out, and Kenzo is awarded a well-earned victory.
Winner: Kenzo Katana via Submission at 19:12
Katana gets a rousing applause as he breathes heavily, towering over the downed Pugh. The fans begin chanting “Kenzo! Kenzo! Kenzo!” as he heads to the back, still pumped up and ready to go.
Extreme in PWW? Heh, we’ll see about THAT! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509497)
Vinaldi’s vulgarity breaks down any nuns within a fifty foot radius. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509929)
Match four:
Drake Vinaldi versus Blake Straker
Exhibition: PWW Title Tournament: Block B Finals
A huge contrast of styles here – I’m interested to see how it plays out. Vinaldi is a much faster striker, and Straker employs an old school style of using less flashy, more effective wrestling maneuvers. Straker moves behind Vinaldi after a lock up, but Vinaldi mule kicks him in the shin. Straker goes to grab his leg, but Vinaldi spins back with a backfist, nailing the Lizard King right in the jaw! Straker staggers into the ropes, holding his jaw now, and Vinaldi rolls forward… KAPPOU KICK! Straker takes the shot to the head and falls through the ropes to the outside floor. Vinaldi starts stomping his feet and runs to the opposite side, coming back with a tope! Straker gets shoved into the barrier, and the crowd’s marking out hard for the opening moments of this contest.
Great dive by Vinaldi is followed with a few stiff chops to the chest, lighting Straker up. Straker counters a chop by ducking under and kneeing Vinaldi in the ribs. The Lizard King begins viciously clubbing the back of the Sicilian Shooter, wearing him down. Straker grabs Drake and throws him into the barricade, causing him to flip and his back to collide with the harsh steel. Vinaldi lies on the floor, and Straker begins to stomp away, trying to wear down the Italian Shoot fighting Expert. Straker pulls Vinaldi up, shoving his back against the barrier. Straker takes a few steps back, preparing to charge Vinaldi, but Drake leaps forward… FLYING KNEE! Straker takes the shot and goes down in a heap, and Vinaldi gets a huge pop from the crowd. Drake rolls Straker into the ring and climbs to the top rope… LUNATIC HIGH! Straker coughs as he rolls around, holding his stomach. Vinaldi sets Straker up… and gives him the KILLING BLOW! A three count later, and Vinaldi gets an impressive victory over Blake Straker.
Winner: Drake Vinaldi via Pinfall at 5:40
Roderick Brookes doesn’t bend rules – He breaks their backs and makes them HUMBLE. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509653)
But Seth Frost likes to play by the rules to make his own path in life. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509968)
Match five:
Seth Frost versus Roderick Brookes
Exhibition: PWW Title Tournament: Block C Finals
The fans are on their feet for what’s going to be a hell of a match… I can hardly wait; Roderick Brookes, one of the top up and coming wrestlers in PWW, versus Seth Frost, a man who’s proven so much in his career, but can still do a lot more. Neither man respects the other, but after this match, they’ll understand how much they each want the PWW Title. A nasty Greco-roman lock-up gets this one started, with both men viciously jockeying for position. Brookes uses his weight to shove Frost into the corner. The referee intervenes, and Brookes slowly breaks the hold… only to drive his elbow forward. But Frost is ready! He ducks under and waits on Brookes to turn… KNIFE-EDGE CHOP! Brookes cringes as Frost delivers the chop to the chest. Brookes quickly grabs Frost before he can do another one and tosses him into the corner, raising his other hand in the process, and slaps Frost across the chest in retaliation! This soon escalates to close-quarter exchanges of elbows and strikes, with Frost driving some chops to Brookes’ chest as Roderick returns with forearms! Frost gets a bit woozy, and Roderick is relentless, grabbing Seth into a side headlock with one hand and punching him over and over again with his free hand, connecting with stiff shots to his skull.
Frost drops to his knee, trying to shake off the effects, but Brookes quickly shifts his body, delivering a high knee to Frost’s jaw that sends him to the mat in a hurry. Frost holds his head, but Roderick doesn’t allow any recovery, kicking away at his back with stomps. Frost rolls, trying to get to the ropes for refuge, but Brookes grabs him by the legs and catapults him into the turnbuckles. Frost’s head snaps off the top turnbuckle, and he staggers into a huge back suplex from Brookes, who exhibits his strong style expertise with ease. Brookes sits for a moment, letting it all soak in as the crowd boos. He makes the cover, hooking the near leg and counting with his fingers as the referee counts… One, two, nope. Brookes seems shocked, and he pulls Frost to his feet, kneeing him in the stomach to double him over instantly. He drives a nasty clubbing blow to the back of Seth Frost, before hoisting him up for a suplex… a stalling suplex. Brookes holds Frost… and holds him… and holds him some more, for about fifteen seconds to be precise, really letting the blood flow to Seth’s head. The fans start chanting “BORING! BORING! BORING!” at Brookes, who eventually drops Frost with the stalling suplex. Brookes grabs Frost’s legs and rolls him onto his front, setting him up… before jawing with the crowd.
I’ll show you f*ggots boring! Brookes drives Frost into the canvas with a WICKED curb stomp! The fans boo and throw debris as Brookes holds his hands out, slowly marching around the ring, gloating. Frost holds his nose, pulling himself toward the ropes and getting to his feet. Brookes goes to follow up… but Frost goes behind him with a German Suplex! The fans get to their feet, cheering as Frost pulls Brookes up… and nails a second! He pulls Roderick up for a third German Suplex, but Brookes blocks it and back elbows Frost a few times in the face, goes behind him, hoists him into position for a back suplex… and drops him groin-first on the top rope! Ouch! The fans boo again, and the referee warns Roderick, who casually places his hand on the top rope, acting as though he’s leaning on it. He shakes the rope, distracting the referee with his other hand, saying Frost “bit it.” The referee, being an ignorant retard, buys into it long enough for Frost to experience immense pain.
Brookes grabs Frost off the top rope and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex to take him down. He makes the cover, but Frost shoots a shoulder up, getting out of the pin in the nick of time. Brookes pulls Frost to the corner, and uncharacteristically climbs to the middle ropes. He sets up… and misses a huge senton splash, with Frost rolling out of the way! Brookes collides on the mat after getting a bit too cocky, and Frost gets to his feet. He grabs Brookes and tries a snap suplex, but Brookes blocks… Frost tries to suplex him again, but Roderick once again uses his weight to block. Frost stomps on Brookes’ foot, grabs his leg, and nails a Fisherman’s Buster! That’s the way to get him over! Frost gets to his feet, giving the cutthroat signal, and climbing to the top rope… He sets up… DIVING HEADBUTT! It misses! Brookes sits up to avoid it! Frost’s head collides with the mat, and he’s down… Brookes grabs him and sets up… PILEDRIVER! OUCH! Brookes makes the cover… one, two, thre—NO! Frost kicks out, and the fans are pounding the signs on the barriers to rally him back to the offensive!
Brookes grabs the referee, shocked as hell, but doesn’t want to get disqualified in the tournament. Roderick pulls Frost up… and gets taken off guard with a chop to the chest! Frost runs to the opposite side… running forearm, but Brookes is still standing! He goes again… but this time Brookes catches him with an STO! Brookes wastes no time in pulling Frost to his feet and hoisting him to his shoulder… CHURCH BOMBING! Frost collides on the mat, and Brookes folds him up… One, two, thre—NO! JESUS CHRIST! What does Roderick Brookes have to do here?! Brookes lifts Frost to his feet again, this time putting him on his shoulders… Fireman’s Carry Slam! What the deuce? Brookes runs to the ropes… Fist drop! Brookes gets up… Ah, f*ck me, that won’t beat him… Brookes decides to do a real wrestling move, pulling Frost up… DDT! Brookes spikes him, but instead of making the cover, he applies the Straitjacket Deathlock STF! There’s no cure for cancer, baby! Frost is writhing in pain and being choked out. He tries to wriggle his way free, or at least to the ropes, but Brookes wrenches back on the hold… Frost appears to be losing consciousness… The referee checks Frost, asking him if he wants to give up… there’s no answer. Frost isn’t speaking… he isn’t moving… he isn’t conscious! The referee calls for the bell!
Winner: Roderick Brookes via Pass Out at 17:05
Damn, Simons must HATE Passions with a passion.[/terrible pun] (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=509983)
Match six:
KANSHI vs. Michael Simons
Exhibition: Singles Match
Simons and KANSHI shake hands before this one gets going. Quick lock-up leads to Simons shoving KANSHI into the corner. KANSHI tries fighting out with some chops, but Simons counters with a vicious elbow strike combo and an Irish whip. Simons charges KANSHI, but the Perfect Warrior moves out of the way, sending Michael into the turnbuckles with a full head of steam. KANSHI rolls Simons into a schoolboy for two before a kick out. Simons gets to his feet and catches a kick attempt from KANSHI. Simons spins KANSHI around… and nails him with a huge lariat! KANSHI goes down, and Simons quickly gets to the corner, scaling the ropes. KANSHI gets to his feet just in time to take a big missile dropkick.
Simons makes the cover, hooking the far leg, but KANSHI gets a shoulder up at two. Michael pulls KANSHI up, not wasting any time with taunts, and locks on a clinch, driving a few knees to his sternum, before finally driving him to the mat with a snap suplex. Simons makes another cover, hooking the leg once more to get the weight proportioned correctly, and KANSHI still kicks out. Simons lifts KANSHI, but the Warrior surprises him with a throat thrust. Simons staggers back and KANSHI tries to attack, but Michael counters the charge with a vicious STO!
KANSHI bounces off the mat, and before he can mount any offense, Simons nails a Lionsault! Simons makes the cover, but KANSHI AGAIN kicks out! The fans are kind of impressed with KANSHI’s resiliency, but Simons doesn’t let it bother him. He pulls KANSHI up again, but this time the Perfect Warrior counters with a jawbreaker. Simons staggers into the ropes, and KANSHI nails an enzuigiri to take him down. The follower of Darius Falcon mounts the top rope, preparing a flying elbow drop, but Simons moves out of the way, and KANSHI crashes on the mat. Simons gets up, pulling KANSHI to his feet… and nails the Blind Eye Halo! Simons hooks both legs to get the victory.
Winner: Michael Simons via Pinfall at 7:10
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Match seven:
Darius Falcon versus Roderick Brookes
Exhibition: PWW Title Tournament: Semi-Finals
There is no love lost here between these two men on polar opposites of the theism spectrum. Falcon dislikes Brookes and everything he stands for, and Roderick… well, he just loves to fight. This one gets started in a quick fashion, with Brookes using a few knees to the midsection to keep Falcon at bay. Falcon manages to deliver some punches to the head of Brookes and applies a side headlock, but Roderick drops him to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Cruise and Scoop argue over who has the advantage – Falcon because he rested, or Brookes because he didn’t have to do another warm-up? Brookes doesn’t give a sh*t, as he drives some elbows into the midsection of Falcon. Brookes pulls Falcon and whips him into the corner, charging for a lariat afterwards, but Darius gets a boot up to the chin of Brookes. Roderick staggers off and Falcon pulls himself up to the corner… flying huracarrana! Falcon snaps it off nicely and quickly moves in for the cover, getting a two count before Roderick powers out of the pin.
Neither of these men are well liked by the crowd, but it seems Falcon is getting on their nerves even more now as he gives a fan with a Budweiser t-shirt in the front row a crotch chop. Brookes grabs Falcon from behind for a back suplex, but Falcon flips out, landing on his feet. He jumps to Brookes shoulders and tries to deliver the Poison Rana, but Brookes hangs on, causing Falcon to bridge all the way back, then forward and onto the shoulders again… and ultimately into the canvas with a nasty electric chair drop! Roderick wastes no time in covering, but only gets two on the former HCW Lucharesu Champion. Brookes pulls Falcon up and starts driving elbows into his head in a similar fashion he did to Frost earlier. Falcon learns something that Frost didn’t… that Brookes leaves his legs completely exposed, and Falcon quickly kicks Brookes in the shin. Childish, yet effective, and Falcon is damn proud of it. He grabs Brookes into a front facelock and spins into a reverse rolling cutter!
Falcon doesn’t make the cover, and instead climbs to the top rope, setting up for a crooked moonsault… but Brookes has other plans as he gets to his feet and shoves Darius off the turnbuckle, sending him to the outside! Falcon’s head cracks off the barricade, and he falls back, holding his forehead in great pain. Brookes slides out of the ring, following Falcon, who is now leaving a trail of blood behind from his lacerated forehead. Brookes grabs Falcon and slams his head against the steel turnbuckle post, knocking him loopy, and Falcon staggers towards the apron. Brookes tries to grab Falcon, but he stomps on Brookes’ foot, and quickly turns around with a slap to the face. This only infuriates Brookes, who tries to throttle Falcon, but the quicker Juniorweight evades the attempt, jumps over the barricade, and hightails it through the crowd. The referee gets pissed off, as Brookes follows Falcon into the crowd, and tries to find him in the mob of people who are dressed in… dark clothing… with dark hair… Oh, this one will be hard. Falcon does a good job avoiding Brookes and hops over the barrier on an adjacent side of the arena, getting back to the ringside area. The referee is to eight now, and Falcon rolls into the ring. He gets to nine, and Brookes is coming over the barrier… but Falcon nails a crossbody suicida, wiping him out, and sending both men back into the crowd! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! Falcon just flew from the ropes to the crowd, and the fans are going nuts! Falcon holds his head, which is apparently stopping itself a bit now, and goes back over the barrier, rolling into the ring. Brookes eventually gets into the ring at seven. Darius nails a standing moonsault and makes the cover, getting a two before Brookes kicks out.
Falcon pulls Brookes to his feet and sets up a Big Bang, but Roderick doubles him over with a headbutt to the groin! Brookes grabs Falcon… CHURCH BOMBING! Falcon lands hard on the canvas, and Brookes pulls him toward him, attempting to apply the No Cure for Cancer submission hold! Falcon fights him off, getting to the ropes, and Brookes gives him enough time to get to his feet. Brookes swings for a clothesline, but Falcon ducks under and nails a side Russian Leg Sweep. He scales the ropes… FROG SPLASH! One, two, NO! Brookes powers out, and Falcon seems in awe after landing the maneuver. Falcon goes to the top again, this time setting up a more risky maneuver, but Brookes cuts him off, crotching him on the top rope. Brookes climbs to the middle rope, setting up a superplex… but Falcon blocks him with a knee to the head. Falcon sets Brookes up… ODE TO DARWIN! Brookes lands hard on the canvas! Falcon rolls him over… One, two, thre—WHATTHEF*CK?!?!?! RODERICK BROOKES KICKS OUT!
The fans are going f*cking INSANE now as a huge “CAN-CER!” chant breaks out… Falcon looks like he’s just seen a ghost, which despite not believing in, would probably be more perceptive to accept than someone kicking out of the ODE TO DARWIN~! Falcon slowly gets to his feet, panicking a bit… He covers Brookes again, getting a second two count, albeit a shorter one than last time. Falcon seems really shocked, and the fans are stomping and pounding for Brookes to get back to his feet. Falcon drives some shots to Brookes’ back, trying to wear him down. He runs to the opposite side of the ring… and takes a nasty STO on his return! Brookes applies a reverse half nelson chokehold! Brookes is choking Falcon out, but Darius manages to get to his feet… Complete Shot! Brookes gets driven face-first into the canvas. Falcon makes the cover… and Brookes AGAIN kicks out! Darius can’t believe this… He goes to the top rope again, but this time Brookes doesn’t take any chances, shoving the referee into the ropes to cut him off. Brookes grabs Falcon and flips him from the top rope to prevent the Ode To Darwin attempt… Fool Brookes once, shame on him. Fool him twice… well, that probably won’t happen anyway.
Brookes pulls Falcon to his feet… Death Valley Driver! He makes the cover… one, two, thr—NO! Falcon shoots a shoulder up, and now it’s Brookes who is shocked… Brookes doesn’t obsess over it, though, and he grabs Falcon… stiff European uppercut! Falcon’s head nearly flies off his neck as he falls into the ropes. Brookes runs to the opposite side of the ring… and kicks Falcon all the way through the ropes! Falcon lands on the outside, now bleeding profusely from the kick to the head, and he’s probably better off dead than in the ring with Brookes. Roderick drapes over the ropes, breathing heavily, and the fans are chanting his name… or, his namesake, at least. “CAN-CER! CAN-CER! CAN-CER!” Brookes steps through the ropes, grabbing Falcon and tossing him back into the ring. He lets out a shout – IT’S ****IN’ DONE! Brookes grabs Falcon… and locks on the No Cure for Cancer! It’s all over… It’s all over! Wait, it’s Tyler Hart… What the—Tyler Hart has come down to ringside, and he’s pounding on the mat for Falcon to get out of the hold. Brookes looks at Hart, remembering what Hart did to him in the pure wrestling match not so long ago.
Brookes wrenches back on Falcon, and it seems that Hart is more of a driving force than help for Falcon now. Falcon manages to free one of his arms now, and starts to crawl toward the ropes, slowly getting closer and closer, with the 260-pound man on his back. Hart eventually pushes the rope, trying to get it closer for Falcon, but the referee sees it and tells him to back off. Falcon finally reaches the rope, defying the fans, and forcing a break of the hold. Brookes goes the full four count before letting go. Brookes sighs, exasperated now, and pulls Falcon to his feet… He hoists him to his shoulders… is he going for a BURNING HAMMER? No, Falcon slides out! Lung blower to Brookes! Falcon slowly pulls himself up via the ropes and grabs a rising Brookes… CLEANSING CROSSFACE! CLEANSING CROSSFACE! FALCON IS TRYING TO PUT BROOKES IN REHAB! Brookes fights the hold and rolls to his side, getting Falcon on his back… Falcon lets go of the hold at the two count, looking up at the referee.
I HAVE TILL THREE, REFEREE! Falcon then slaps the taste out of Brookes’ mouth! Brookes seems a bit stunned, and Falcon yells at the son of a bitch to get up. Brookes stares at Falcon, and takes a few slaps to the face, stunning him, before Falcon nails a leaping enzuigiri kick to the head! Brookes staggers about, and Falcon kicks him in the midsection… BIG BANG! Falcon doesn’t stop there… He climbs to the top rope… 450 SPLAAAASSSSH—Brookes gets the knees up! Falcon takes too long going for it all, and Brookes counters with knees to the midsection. Darius clutches his gut, rolling on the canvas in agony, and Brookes gets to his feet… He grabs Falcon… Piledriv—no! Falcon counters with a double-leg takedown… he rolls Brookes up with his feet on the ropes! One, two, thre—no, the ref sees the feet and forces Falcon off… Falcon is pissed. Darius pulls Brookes up, setting up another Big Bang, but Brookes shoves him into the corner. Brookes charges forward… YAKUZA KICK! Falcon is stunned now, and Brookes grabs him by the bloody hair… Brookes sits on the top turnbuckle now, pulling Falcon up… Oh God, he can’t… He’s going for it… SUPER CHURCH BOMBING! No, Falcon fights out of it, getting behind Brookes now, who is standing on the top ropes. Falcon is standing behind Brookes now, facing the opposite direction. He slowly maneuvers to the front of Brookes, clubbing him along the way. Brookes blocks a shot and lifts Falcon into position for a Super Death Valley Driver, but Falcon knees him a few times in the head, getting Brookes woozy… Falcon positions his legs around Brookes’ head… REVERSE ODE TO DARWIN OFF THE TOP ROPE! HOLY BEJEBUS CRIPES! Falcon and Brookes are both dead, and after a moment of hesitation, Darius finally makes the cover… One… two… and three. Amazing.
Winner: Darius Falcon via Pinfall at 24:40
The fans give both men a standing round of applause as Falcon raises his arms, blood and sweat dripping off his body… and he still has another match left! Falcon leaves the ring, ecstatic in spite of his current condition, and Brookes gets further cheering from the fans… who he promptly then tells to shut the f*ck up. Cheers turn to boos. Yay.
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Match eight:
Drake Vinaldi vs. Kenzo Katana
Exhibition: PWW Title Tournament: Semi-Finals
These two men have already waged war once tonight, and they’re far from done. Darius Falcon is at the commentator’s position, his head bandaged up after his monumental battle against Roderick Brookes earlier in the night. He’s eager to see who will advance to face him in the finals for the PWW World Heavyweight Championship. Following the handshake, these two get it started quickly, with an exchange of some strike attempts. Katana moves in, trying to nail Vinaldi a few times with a low kick, while Vinaldi backs away. Vinaldi goes for a big spinning kick, but Katana moves out of the way and quickly grabs Vinaldi into a takedown. Katana mounts Vinaldi and starts throwing rights and lefts, most of which Vinaldi manages to block, and he rolls Katana over, throwing some elbows. The fans get on their feet, cheering both men on now, as they struggle for position. After a moment of grappling on the mat, Katana monkey flips Vinaldi, sending him to the canvas. Vinaldi gets on his hands and knees, and Katana boots him on the top of the head, stunning the Sicilian Shooter!
Katana grabs Vinaldi into la Majistral, getting a two count before Vinaldi kicks out with authority. Drake gets to his feet, and Katana is to his as well. The two exchange chops, with Katana getting the better of Vinaldi, lighting him up. Kenzo slaps Drake a few times in the face before going for a spinning back chop, under which Vinaldi ducks and responds with a huge German Suplex! Katana bounces off the mat, and tries to get to his feet, but Vinaldi rushes him with a series of rights and lefts, hooks and jabs, sending him into the corner for refuge. Drake doesn’t let up, firing some stiff elbows into Kenzo’s face. Drake continues some shots… until Kenzo starts firing back with shots of his own, slapping and chopping Drake to fight his way out of the corner. Kenzo gets a full head of steam, does a full spin, and attempts a roaring elbow, but Vinaldi blocks it and counters with a leaping enzuigiri! Kenzo staggers about, and Vinaldi rolls forward… KAPPOU KICK! Kenzo takes the shot, falling into the corner, and Vinaldi gets on his knees, breathing angrily. The fans applaud Vinaldi as he grabs Katana and lifts him to the turnbuckle, sitting him on top. He slaps Kenzo in the chest and attempts a spinning palm strike, but Kenzo blocks and grabs Vinaldi’s arm, falling over the ropes with a jujigatame! It’s illegal, but damn sure effective! Vinaldi’s arm looks like it’s going to pop off, but fortunately for the Italian-American, the referee steps in to force a break. Kenzo lets go and subsequently falls onto the apron. Vinaldi holds his arm, walking away for a moment. He turns back and takes a springboard leg lariat from Kenzo, sending him down to the mat. Katana makes the cover, getting two before Vinaldi shoots a shoulder off the mat.
Kenzo drives some forearms into Vinaldi’s face, and Drake manages to wrap his legs around Kenzo in a body scissors. He gets to Kenzo’s back, mounting him from behind… Not like that, you pervert. Vinaldi rains down with vicious elbows and punches to the back of Kenzo’s head. Katana gets to his feet, grabbing Vinaldi around the neck… and drops him with a modified backpack stunner! Vinaldi’s head collides with Katana’s shoulder blade, and he falls back, landing a few feet from Kenzo after the impact. Katana pulls Vinaldi to his feet and locks on a clinch, driving some knees into his midsection and chest. Vinaldi does a good job of covering up, but Katana soon whips him into the ropes. Drake springs off the middle rope and nails a Ganmengiri kick on the unsuspecting Katana, taking him down. Vinaldi doesn’t go for the cover, as Kenzo gets to his knees too quickly, but opts to kick Katana viciously in the chest, catching him off guard. Katana is on his knees now, after taking the kick, and Vinaldi pounds the mat, attempting a Killing Blow, but Katana ducks under… and grabs Vinaldi into the Katana Klutch! Vinaldi flails about, but manages to counter the move with a deep armdrag, sending Katana over before he could get it fully locked in.
Katana gets to his feet, ready to strike again, and both men move back to their fighting stances. They exchange some low impact jabs and slaps before Katana rushes with a lock up. Kenzo goes behind Vinaldi quickly, into a waistlock, and takes him down to the mat. He tries to move to a front chancery, but Vinaldi avoids it, lifting his head up and driving a knee right into Kenzo’s face! Kenzo seems stunned, but uses the rage of being outsmarted on that exchange to fuel a stiff kick to the head, putting the Sicilian Shooter on wobbly knees. Vinaldi swings for Katana, but Kenzo ducks under and fires a kick to the midsection, doubling him over. He leaps onto Vinaldi’s back with a mushroom stomp, taking him down. Katana runs to the ropes, and he returns with a senton back splash to Vinaldi’s back, squashing him underneath. Kenzo rolls Drake over to make a cover, but Vinaldi surprises him with a kick to the head! He nails the move with great precision, considering he was on his back at the time. Kenzo grabs his head, and Vinaldi shifts and kips up, connecting with a huracarrana on the unsuspecting Kenzo Katana. Vinaldi holds the pin and gets two before Kenzo can kick out.
Drake gets to his feet, runs to the ropes… and catches a leaping yakuza kick on his return. Kenzo leaps up, slapping his chest and screaming at Vinaldi to get up. Drake complies, slowly getting to his feet, and Kenzo kicks him in the legs a few times, wearing down his wheels to get Vinaldi down to a knee. Kenzo runs to the ropes and comes back… Shining Wizard! Vinaldi goes down, and Kenzo makes the cover, but Drake gets a leg on the rope at two. Kenzo rolls Vinaldi onto his front and tries to apply the Klutch again, but Drake fights out of it, driving a few back elbows into his face. Vinaldi grabs Katana’s leg through his own and rolls forward… SICILIAN GRAPEVINE! Kenzo is in a bad way here, as he’s in the center of the ring after Vinaldi’s roll, with the leg lock applied perfectly. Katana grabs hold of the canvas as well as he can and starts crawling toward the ropes. Vinaldi wrenches back, really letting the hold do as much work as possible. Katana finally reaches the rope, but the damage has been dealt. Vinaldi steps off Kenzo, allowing him to get to his feet. Kenzo bends his knee a few times, trying to work through the pain, but Vinaldi’s offensive strategy is clear once he delivers a nasty dragon whip that takes Kenzo down to the mat. Vinaldi tries to apply a figure four leglock, but Kenzo shoves him off, sending him through the ropes to the outside floor!
Vinaldi lands hard on the floor, apparently on his shoulder as that’s where he’s clutching, and Kenzo uses the time to rest his leg. He eventually pursues Vinaldi, who has made his way to his feet now, climbing onto the apron. Kenzo charges Vinaldi, trying to spear him off the apron, but Drake sidesteps, and as soon as Kenzo’s upper body goes through the ropes, The Sicilian Shooter drives a nasty kick to his head, causing Kenzo’s body to move upwards, against the top rope. Vinaldi waits on the reaction, when Kenzo slumps forward, and drops a legdrop across the back of his head, sending Kenzo through the ropes to the floor as well. Vinaldi steps into the ring, breaking the count. Kenzo gets to his feet, holding his leg, and Vinaldi suddenly nails a tope con hilo! Both men crash into the steel guardrail, and the fans are going crazy… hell, myself included. What a dive, Drake!
Vinaldi and Kenzo go till the count of four before Vinaldi rolls into the ring and back inside to break the count. He grabs Kenzo by his weakened leg as he’s crawling and smacks it against the floor. Kenzo lets out a small yelp of pain as Vinaldi grabs him around the ankle and applies a modified anklelock! Kenzo grabs hold of the guardrails and begins to kick Vinaldi with his free leg, managing to free himself from the hold. Kenzo gets to his feet with help from the guardrail, turning toward Vinaldi as he runs at him. Kenzo nails a kick with his good leg toward Vinaldi’s sternum, catching him. He grabs Vinaldi around the head and knees him with his good leg again, stunning Vinaldi long enough to slide into the ring. Vinaldi soon pursues, but Kenzo catches him off guard as he’s coming through the ropes, nailing a vicious Mongolian chop to his shoulders. Katana grabs Drake and sets up a Fujiwara Armbar, but Vinaldi counters with a backbreaker, then switches it to a gutbuster. Kenzo bounces off Drake’s knee, holding his stomach, and Vinaldi nails a kick to the knee. Kenzo drops to his knees, looking toward Vinaldi… KILLING BLOW! Vinaldi blasts Kenzo in the head and makes the cover… One, two, thr—NO! Kenzo kicks out!
The fans are excited now, pounding on the barriers for Kenzo to go after Vinaldi. Vinaldi sees he’s slowly becoming less of a favorite and decides to do something about it. He scales to the top rope, setting up for a double stomp, but Kenzo cuts him off! Vinaldi gets crotched on the top turnbuckle. Kenzo climbs to the middle ropes… then the top ropes, setting up a big superplex, but Vinaldi fires a few shots to him before tripping him and letting him fall back into the tree of woe. Vinaldi places his foot on Kenzo’s weakened knee, grinding it. Kenzo reaches up to grab it… and takes a tree of woe Lunatic High! Kenzo crashes onto the mat, and Vinaldi bounces off, holding his back. Kenzo is still in the corner, as Vinaldi crawls toward him, making the cover one, two, thre—NO! Kenzo gets a foot on the rope! Vinaldi can’t believe the mistake he made, and pounds the mat with frustration. He pulls Kenzo toward the center of the ring and waits on him to get up. Kenzo slowly staggers to his feet, hobbling about, and Vinaldi delivers a kick to his gut. Drake sets up a big move… It looks like he’s going for a piledriver, but Katana counters… He’s going for the Martial Driver, but Drake manages to counter that… reverse headscissors takeover by Vinaldi, and Kenzo’s head gets driven into the mat! Vinaldi goes to make a cover, but Kenzo gets to his knees really quickly and grabs Vinaldi by the arm… FUJIWARA ARMBAR! Vinaldi is in pain now, locked in the arm submission, and Kenzo wrenches back, trying to snap Vinaldi’s arm in half! Vinaldi struggles to get to the ropes and finally does, wrapping his arm around the lower rope to force Kenzo off.
Katana gets to his feet, hobbling on the bad knee, and Vinaldi grabs him by his leg, trying to trip him. Kenzo grabs Vinaldi’s weakened arm and elbows it a few times in the joint, before wrenching it and driving the point into the canvas. Kenzo grabs Vinaldi’s arm… jujigatame! He locks on the cross armbar! Vinaldi manages to roll onto his front and grasp his hands together… He lifts Kenzo and slams him into the canvas with a modified powerbomb! Kenzo still has the hold on! Vinaldi lifts Kenzo again, but this time keeps him suspended… and begins kicking him in the back! Kenzo eventually releases the hold, rolling backwards onto his knees… KILLING BLOW! No! Kenzo ducks under it… Kenzo grabs Vinaldi into a half nelson suplex, sending his head into the mat! The fans are going insane now, as these men are still going at a ridiculous pace after twenty minutes of action! Kenzo realizes his opportunity is now, and with Vinaldi resting in the corner, Kenzo charges… SHINING WIZARD OMEGA~! Vinaldi’s head nearly flies off his neck as Kenzo shuts out the pain of his knee, struggling to put Vinaldi on the top rope. Vinaldi fights, even turning away from Kenzo, but Katana ultimately puts Vinaldi on the top rope, his back facing the ring. Kenzo grabs Vinaldi as he climbs, trying to lock on a hanging Katana Klutch, the same way he defeated Adam Pugh earlier!
Vinaldi fights him off, delivering a few chops to Katana’s chest, but Kenzo wraps his hands around the Sicilian Shooter’s head, delivering vicious headbutts to the back of his head. Kenzo moves around Vinaldi, setting up a… super… something. He grabs Vinaldi and… oh God… he can’t… he can’t possibly… Kenzo grabs Vinaldi for a SUPER Martial Driver, but Drake fights back. Drake slips out of the position and sets up a superplex… but Kenzo blocks… OH MY GOD! SUPERPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE BY KENZO KATANA ON DRAKE VINALDI~!!11 HOLY F*CKING SH*T CHRIST! The referee nearly pisses his pants in reaction…
Oh my God… I think they’re both dead… The referee has no choice but to count… He gets to six, and neither man is moving… To eight, and they’re both still down… Kenzo is slowly twitching at nine, but… the referee gets to ten… He calls for the bell… and the match is… over?
Darius Falcon is jumping up and down, claiming he’s won… He runs from the announcer’s position and grabs a microphone, tapping it and speaking immediately.
Darius Falcon:
YES! FINALLY! After all these years… I… I’ve done it! I’m the PWW Champion! I AM THE PRO WRESTLING WARRIORS WORLD CHAMPION! ME! DARIUS FALCON! HAHA! YES!
Falcon is going ecstatic, almost hyperventilating as he tries to speak.
Darius Falcon:
I am the World Champion! I’ve done it! These two losers just disqualified themselves… Double count-out! HAHA! I’M THE CHAMP, BABY!
Suddenly, the plasma screen illuminates, cutting Falcon’s celebration short as James Simpson slowly applauds… Could it be true? Is Darius Falcon the champion?!
James Simpson:
That was an interesting conclusion you came to, Darius…
Interesting… BUT WRONG!
Pop from the crowd. Darius looks like he shat his pants. Lots of bodily functions tonight.
James Simpson:
You see, you haven’t won anything… yet. Now, I’m quite aware that for the last… Geez, upwards of 25, 30 minutes, Kenzo Katana and Drake Vinaldi put on one of the greatest contests I’ve ever witnessed in my LIFE. Hell, I’d say it was better than your bout with Roderick Brookes earlier, Darius… wouldn’t you agree?
Darius Falcon:
What the hell? No, it wasn’t better—
James Simpson:
Shut up, son! Shut up when I’m talking!
Darius Falcon:
But you just asked me a goddamn qu—
James Simpson:
You want to play rough? Cut his damn microphone!
En cue, Darius Falcon’s microphone cuts as he’s muttering “You piece of sh*t” and “Die, motherf*cker, die!” The fans cheer as Falcon screams at the top of his lungs, but can’t be heard over James Simpson.
James Simpson:
No, Darius Falcon… I know you expect me to just hand you the PWW World Title, but you… you’re going to have to work harder than that, kid. That’s why tonight, you won’t be facing Drake Vinaldi or Kenzo Katana in the finals.
Darius looks a bit relieved, nodding in agreement that he shouldn’t face them. He even says, “I told you, Scott!”
James Simpson:
You’ll be facing Drake Vinaldi AND Kenzo Katana in a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH for the PWW World Championship!
And that… is… final!
The plasma screen goes back to black, and Falcon is irate over having to face both men. Vinaldi and Katana who are back on their feet now, face off, slowly shaking hands, and are now forced to prepare to wage war in just a few moments.
Match nine:
Crimson Hawk vs. Eric Smith vs. Tristan Novak
Exhibition: Three-Way Dance
Three men who’ve got a lot to prove tonight in Crimson Hawk, the man who claims to be enforcing honor in PWW, Eric Smith, another man who loves honor and wishes to see it exercised to the fullest extent, and Tristan Novak… who is just a loud mouth sonovabitch, will be facing off in this contest. Following a handshake between Hawk and Smith, the two extend their hands for Novak to shake… but Tristan slaps the taste out of Smith’s mouth, and then fires some shots to Hawk, stunning him. Novak doubles Hawk over with a big boot to the stomach, and follows it up with a nice tornado DDT, sending him to the mat. Smith goes to attack Novak from behind, but waits until he turns around. He mouths the words “No sneak attacks” before attempting a punch, but Novak blocks and returns with a vicious slap to the side of the head, and a high kick, sending Smith down. Novak tells Smith that’s not what it means, while viciously stomping a mudhole in his “arse”.
Novak pulls Smith up, but Eric catches him off guard with a European Uppercut. That one looked nice and stiff. Novak staggers back a bit, and Smith follows with a big dropkick, sending him into the ropes. Smith charges Novak, but the more experienced man back bodydrops him all the way to the outside floor! Smith takes a good bump, and Hawk resumes where he left off, clubbing Novak in the chest with a forearm. Hawk whips Tristan off, and the agile Irishman springs off the middle rope and snaps off a spinning huracarrana. Hawk gets up, and Tristan charges him this time, with Crimson Hawk catapulting him with a stungun, sending Tristan’s neck onto the top rope. Novak snaps off, holding his neck in pain, and Hawk nails a neckbreaker. He covers, but Smith is in to break it up. Smith pulls Hawk to his feet… and nails the Belly Flop! Hawk lands on the mat, and Smith doesn’t hesitate to apply the YMCA! Crimson Hawk tries to fight, but as soon as Smith applies the body scissors, he taps like hell. YMCA is the dog bollocks, mate.
Crimson Hawk is eliminated via submission at 5:30
Smith shakes Hawk’s hand and gets to his feet, facing Tristan, and they stare each other in the eyes, knowing they’re about to lock up. A quick collar and elbow tie-up leads to Smith trying to force Novak into the corner, but Tristan reverses the momentum at the last minute, shoving Eric back into the corner. Tristan backs away, as if he’s going to give Smith a clean break… but slaps him in the face! What a bitch! Smith looks pissed at the disrespect, and fires a big boot to Tristan’s gut. He grabs Novak by both hands into a knuckle lock, forcing his back into the canvas for a two count before Tristan gets a shoulder off. Smith shoves his shoulders down again for another two, and Tristan gets the other shoulder up. Smith goes on top of Tristan, who uses his legs to balance the weight, getting a two before Tristan kicks him off and jumps onto Smith’s hips… monkey flip! Tristan gets to his feet, runs to the ropes, and attempts a springboard moonsault, but Smith moves out of the way. Novak lands on his feet, showing some agility. Smith attempts a clothesline, but Novak ducks under and nails a crucifix roll-up driver! Smith’s head bounces off the mat, and he rolls onto his feet, holding the back of his head in pain. Novak runs to the ropes and comes back with a bulldog to send Smith back into the mat.
Novak makes the cover, but Your Master Choke Artist kicks out at two. Tristan looks pissed, pounding the mat in frustrated fashion, and he asks the referee if it was indeed only two. Smith gets to his feet as Novak is distracted and tries to lock on YMCA, but Tristan blocks and delivers a jawbreaker to counter. Smith staggers around, and Novak nails a huracarrana, taking Smith down to the mat again. He points to the corner, setting up the Abolition, but Smith gets to his feet before Novak gets done taunting, grabbing him from behind with a German Suplex! Smith keeps the hold on and rolls back, pulling Novak to his feet, setting up a Transplant, but Novak blocks… and nails a DDT! Novak wastes no time now, quickly climbing to the top rope… and nails the Abolition! He hooks the legs to secure a victory on his first night back to the squared circle.
Winner: Tristan Novak via Pinfall at 11:55
All three men make their entrances for the main event, with Darius Falcon bitching the entire way about how he should be champion already and how it’s only a formality for him. Kenzo and Drake are ready to go, when suddenly… the arena’s lights go out. Everyone is buzzing, wondering what’s going on. Purple lights start to circle around the arena as the plasma screen slowly outlines a silhouette of a man walking through smoke. Eventually, the man’s outline changes to purple, and a large
L V L
appears on the plasma screen, and “Breath” by Breaking Benjamin plays. The crowd gives a mixed response as LVL appears at the entrance stage. They’re either booing or cheering, but everyone is loud as hell and quite frankly, shocked. Darius Falcon’s mouth gapes open as LVL walks down the area, tagging the hands of the fans along the way. He gets a microphone from ringside as his entrance theme cuts and he speaks.
Lance Van Leer:
I don’t want to interrupt the awesome wrestling, but I’d like a minute of your time to hear my dilemma. It seems after giving my heart, soul, and life to wrestling, that one company wants to screw me over and ruin my legacy… Well, the REAL LVL – not some damn impostor – is standing HERE tonight, in Pro Wrestling Warriors!
The fans give him a cheap pop as he continues.
Lance Van Leer:
As you’re probably aware, I am the former Hybrid Championship Wrestling champion… but that belt doesn’t mean sh*t to me! I was held back in HCW… HCW isn’t about wrestling. It’s about money. It’s about… flash, and sports-entertainment, and turning a buck… It isn’t about this… It isn’t for real wrestling, the wrestling that beats in my heart and charges my veins. It isn’t about the wrestling that so many have given their lives for.
Pro Wrestling Warriors is wrestling. Pro Wrestling Warriors is a cutting edge company ready to move to the next plateau. I’m not here tonight to steal anyone’s spotlight. I humbly ask that I, as a former World Champion, may have the honor of refereeing this contest to crown the FIRST Pro Wrestling Warriors World Champion…
The plasma screen suddenly comes on, with James Simpson sitting at his desk.
James Simpson:
Well, this is a surprise… I didn’t plan on you being here tonight. You didn’t go through the proper channels… You didn’t tell me you wanted to referee… Hell, I didn’t get a damn phone call, an e-mail, anything… So why on earth should I let you referee tonight?
The fans begin to cheer, “LET HIM REF! LET HIM REF” as LVL looks around, pointing to the crowd.
Lance Van Leer:
Why? Why?! You want to know why?! THEY’RE why, James! Each and every one of these fans is why…
James Simpson:
Well, if the fans want you to referee… Then they’ve got it. But no funny business. You call this one fair, and you do your damnedest, and if you screw me over, I swear to you… You’ll be flooded with lawsuits.
Lance Van Leer looks ecstatic and gets handed a referee shirt. He quickly puts it on and calls for the bell, and this one is underway.
Falcon, Vinaldi, and Katana circle the ring, looking for an opening. Falcon quickly rushes into a lock-up with Drake, shoving him into the corner. He starts to fire some closed fists… but LVL intervenes, grabbing Falcon’s hand. He wags his finger, and Falcon tells him to f*ck off, which gets boos from the crowd. Falcon whips Vinaldi into the opposite corner, charging in, but Katana flies from the side with a huge knee that hits Falcon right in the head, sending him away. Katana turns his attention to Vinaldi, chopping him fiercely in the chest. Kenzo pulls Vinaldi toward the center of the ring and applies a sleeper hold. Falcon slides back in and locks on a sleeper on Katana! We’ve got two sleepers applied at the same time now, and both Vinaldi and Kenzo are fading quickly. Vinaldi goes down to a seated position as Falcon slowly releases his sleeper. Darius runs to the ropes, comes back, and nails a dropkick to Drake’s skull, teaming with Katana.
Falcon goes to give Katana a handshake, and Katana accepts… then Falcon spits in his face! He boots Katana in the gut… BIG BANG! BIG BANG! Katana goes down hard, and Falcon makes the cover… One, two, but Vinaldi pulls him off. Vinaldi and Falcon exchange punches, with Vinaldi getting the better. Drake goes for a high kick, but Falcon ducks under and nails a lung blower! Falcon makes the cover, but Vinaldi kicks out with authority. Darius climbs to the top rope, setting up a high-risk move, but Katana gets up, cutting him off. Kenzo climbs to the middle ropes; setting up a super plex… but Vinaldi grabs Kenzo from behind… POWERBOMB ON KENZO AND SUPLEX ON FALCON! TOWER OF DOOM~! The fans erupt with cheers, and LVL looks impressed, applauding the three men. After a moment of resting, Vinaldi covers Kenzo… but only gets two. He covers Falcon, and gets the same count from LVL, for two.
Vinaldi pulls Kenzo to his knees… Killing Blow effort gets evaded, and Kenzo applies the half nelson choke… he’s going for the Katana Klutch! Vinaldi flails about, and Falcon grabs Kenzo from behind for a German Suplex, as Kenzo half nelson suplexes Vinaldi! HOLY CRIPES! Vinaldi crashes on the mat, and Falcon grabs Katana for a DDT attempt, but Kenzo counters with the Northern Lights Suplex for a two count from Referee Van Leer. Kenzo makes a cutthroat motion and attempts a Michinoku Driver II on Falcon, but Darius slides out and grabs Kenzo, shoving him into the ropes. He attempts a rolling prawn hold, but Kenzo knocks him off, turns towards Falcon… and takes a huge dropkick that sends him all the way to the outside floor!
Falcon sees the window of opportunity and grabs Vinaldi.. BIG BANG—NO! Vinaldi blocks it and shoves Falcon into the corner. Drake goes apesh*t, delivering some vicious slaps and kicks to the midsection. LVL steps in, showing objectivity by forcing Vinaldi to get away from the corner. Falcon staggers forward… and Vinaldi nails a rolling Kappou kick! Falcon crashes into the corner, and Drake is on him like a shark to blood, scraping Falcon’s face with his boot! Falcon tries to fight it off, but Vinaldi nails a face wash, putting Darius in a world of hurt. Vinaldi pulls Falcon up and puts him on the top rope. He climbs, setting Falcon up for a superplex, but Darius blocks it, shoving Vinaldi off. Drake lands on his hands and knees, and Falcon leaps off… but misses the Shadows Over Hell!
Falcon holds his stomach, now on his knees… KILLING BLOW! Vinaldi nails it and goes for the cover… but Katana is back in, and he’s got the Katana Klutch locked in! Vinaldi is getting choked out! Kenzo applies the body scissors, and Vinaldi is in a really bad way here as he’s fading fast… Van Leer asks if he wants to give up, but Vinaldi refuses… Drake starts to inch his way toward the ropes… slowly… slowly… his arm drops… He can’t fight it… Falcon is back to his feet, coughing. He goes to break it up… but Vinaldi taps out! KENZO KATANA HAS DONE IT! KENZO WINS!
Winner: Kenzo Katana via Submission at 12:35
The fans get to their feet, applauding all three men for their efforts tonight. Vinaldi slowly gets to his feet, shaking Katana’s hand. He leaves the ring as LVL raises Katana’s arm, handing him the PWW World Championship. LVL stays with Kenzo for a moment, celebrating his victory, and exits as well. Falcon, irate, suddenly jumps Kenzo, nailing him in the back with a huge shot. He grabs Kenzo’s belt and starts beating it into his skull! What a disgrace!
Tyler Hart and KANSHI run past LVL, getting into the ring, putting the boots to Kenzo alongside Darius Falcon. The three men are giving him a beatdown, and Falcon is screaming, “IT’S MY TITLE!” LVL looks back and realizes what he must do. He runs into the ring… AND VAN LEER SPEARS KANSHI! The fans erupt as LVL just took down KANSHI, but before he can get back to his feet, Hart and Falcon start clubbing him… That is, until Brady Cruise runs into the ring… Cruise stares down with Falcon and Hart, who decide to leave. They pull KANSHI out as well, and the three men slowly back out of the arena, getting booed heavily by the Philadelphia crowd. One fan throws a whole roll of toilet paper, nailing Falcon in the side of the head.
LVL, Katana, and Cruise are in the ring now, staring down The Awakening as they back out… but the Plasma Screen illuminates again. Damn, Simpson is working overtime.
James Simpson:
Now, just wait a minute you three… You didn’t expect me to allow you to ruin Kenzo Katana’s celebration and get away with it, did you? It seems like you’ve forgotten who runs things around here. You aren’t above the Ten Commandments, and frankly, I get the feeling you need a little lesson in respect… That’s why, next week, it’s going to be The Awakening, Darius Falcon, Tyler Hart, and KANSHI… versus… the three men you see in the ring now, Brady Cruise, Lance Van Leer, and the Pro Wrestling Warriors World Champion… KENZO… KATANA!
The fans are going crazy now, awaiting the match-up next week…. But suddenly, Simpson’s door flies open and in walks Roderick Brookes, ranting and raving.
Listen here, you bludgeoning wanker, I’ve given my f*ckin heart to this company… and that ain’t easy with how much I smoke. I demand some goddamn respect around here. You’ve got all these fancy acquisitions, but I… I been here since the start, mate. Now you treat me with some f*cking respect and give me a real challenge. I got f*cked over tonight, and I’m not about to sit still about it. I could've f*ckin stayed in Derry if I wanted to deal with a bunch of knob-slobbering cows. Next week you're gonna give me a real opponent, or this muck-livin hellhole is gonna die just that much sooner. Do we have a f*ckin' understanding?!
James looks slightly intimidated, but motions for Brookes to calm down.
James Simpson:
Now, now… Just calm down, Brookes… It just so happens I’ve got a very special acquisition next week, and since you want a challenge, you can face him… That’s why next week, at our first Night of Appreciation show, you will be facing the man we’re appreciating in a one-on-one contest…
BRUCE BISHOP
Brookes appears as though he’s going to wet himself, stammering a bit but not saying anything coherently. We cut back to the ring, where Kenzo Katana raises his PWW Title high, and LVL and Cruise leave the ring, giving him his moment in the sun…