Dean
October 30th, 2006, 05:52 PM
Pro Wrestling Warriors presents Night of Appreciation
Bruce Bishop
Written by Dean
The air is cold, but the crowd is hot. Following last week’s exciting “Destiny Fulfilled” show, PWW is ready to keep bringing the action with “Night of Appreciation: Bruce Bishop”. With nearly 2200 crammed in the National Guard Armory in Philly, it is perfectly clear everybody in town wants to see the stacked card. From top to bottom, it looks like an incredible event, and I’m glad I bought my ticket in advance, because they sold out a few hours before the event began, so no tickets could be sold at the doors.
Motograter’s Collapse hits the speakers, prompting a large amount of cheers from the crazy ass PWW fans, who begin moshing in the darkened arena as silver and yellow lights swirl around the arena. They nearly break the damn gates open as I’m sipping my latte, trying to avoid the clusterf*ck. The dancing eventually dies down, and the fans return to their normal behavior, taking seats behind the guardrails.
Curtis Hawke is sick of his former gimmick… (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510355)
But Michael Simons has never had a gimmick and never will. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510379)
And if having a gimmick means being a drunken womanizer, than Tristan Novak takes the cake… but not without lager. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510576)
Match one:
Michael Simons versus Curtis Hawke
Exhibition: Singles match
Two men who are trying to get a fresh restart in Pro Wrestling Warriors are scheduled to fight tonight. Michael Simons has had an illustrious career, despite being one of the secrets of the indy circuit. Curtis Hawke has shed his gimmick of being a hero and now prefers to do whatever it takes to win matches. Following a quick lock-up, Simons goes behind Hawke and scores a takedown, slamming him into the mat. He begins to attempt various submissions on Hawke, but the former Crimson Hawk slides out and gets to his feet, brutally kneeing Simons in the head. Michael is caught off guard and staggers into the ropes, holding the side of his head in pain. Hawk charges Simons, going for a clothesline, but Michael ducks under and grabs Curtis into a hotshot, dropping him throat-first on the top rope. Curtis rebounds, falling into a back suplex from Simons, which scores the former Unknown a two count.
Simons climbs to the top rope, setting up a huge leg drop, but Hawke moves out of the way in the nick of time, sending Simons into the mat. Michael gets to his feet and Hawke takes advantage, nailing a complete shot. He hooks the leg, but Simons kicks out at two. Hawke pulls Michael up, firing off some slaps in the process. Simons falls into the corner, and Hawk unloads with a few shots to the ribs. He puts Simons on the top rope and climbs the ropes himself, preparing a huracarrana from the elevated position, but Simons fights back, delivering his own shots to the ribs of his newfound adversary. Hawk blocks a shot and drives a forearm into Simons’ head. He goes for a huracarrana, but Simons hangs onto the ropes and Hawke flips, landing on his feet, showing great agility. He’s a bit stunned, however, and can’t block a kick from Simons, who sits on the top rope. Simons pulls Curtis in and snaps off a tornado DDT! That was nicely done.
Michael makes the cover, but Curtis gets his foot on the rope. Michael can’t believe he made such an amateur mistake and pulls Curtis closer to the ring. He signals the finish to the match, climbing to the top rope. Simons sets up… FATE IN MOTION! NO! Curtis gets the knees up! Michael smacks off the knees after attempting his patented shooting star press, falling to the mat in agony. Curtis grabs him… and starts locking in the Black Plague! If Simons gets caught here, he’s going to have a hell of a time trying to escape! Simons fights, and before Curtis could apply the key lock, the Unknown gets a foot on the rope, returning the counter Curtis Hawke used earlier in the bout.
Hawk lets Michael get to his feet, and the two men get to the center of the ring. Hawke goes for a clothesline, but Simons ducks under and grabs him for a German Suplex, which gets promptly blocked. Hawke drives some back elbows to Simons’ head, switches behind him, and grabs him into an inverted facelock… DARKNESS FALLS! NO! Simons counters into the Blind Eye Halo! A sick name for a sick move. Simons immediately hooks both legs, and pulls on the tights a bit, while sitting on top of Hawke’s chest, getting the three count!
Winner: Michael Simons via Pinfall at 10:31
Eric Smith is craaaazy as Gnarles Barkley.. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510645)
Alex Berlot only has one thing on his mind. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510449)
Match two:
Eric Smith versus Tristan Novak
Exhibition: Singles match
Smith is prepared to get his reparations for last week’s loss. Tristan Novak wants to continue his momentous roll in PWW, but he’ll have to defeat Eric Smith for a second week in a row, and I don’t know if I like those odds – Smith is a dedicated wrestler, despite his hi-jinks backstage. The two circle the ring a bit, feeling each other out. Novak grins, knowing he has a victory over Smith once already. Novak and Smith charge to the center of the ring, exchanging a few forearm shots before locking up. Smith charges Novak into the corner, but Tristan turns him around, and the two circle around the ring, exchanging some punches and forearms. Novak eventually manages to back Smith into the ropes with some knees before letting go of the clinch and delivering a nice enzuigiri that sends a staggering, swaggering Eric Smith through the ropes, to the outside floor. Smith walks on the floor a bit, trying to shake loose the cobwebs, but Novak slingshots over the top rope with a pescado, wiping him out!
The fans get on their feet, cheering, and hell, I do too. Nice move, Novak. Tristan wastes little time in pulling Smith up and driving some forearms into his face. He places him against the barricade and viciously chops Your Master Choke Artist in the chest. Smith gets lit up, but retaliates with a boot to the stomach. He smashes Tristan’s head against the steel barrier, and pursues him as the Irishman tries to bail out of the fight. Smith walks toward Novak… right into a back kick to the midsection. Tristan was playing possum and makes Smith pay for his gullibility, driving clubbing blows to his back. Novak grabs Smith by the back of his tights and his hair and throws him shoulder first into the steel ring steps. He admires his work a moment, as Kayleigh watches from the commentary position. Novak throws Smith back into the ring and climbs to the top rope. Eric rolls onto his back, and Novak attempts a huge senton bomb, but Smith moves out of the way, causing Tristan to crash on the mat.
Novak slowly gets to his feet, and Smith takes full advantage, grabbing him into a belly-to-belly suplex. He takes a moment to rest before making the cover, barely getting two. Smith pulls Novak up and boots him in the gut once again, setting up a Brain Transplant, but Novak twists Smith’s arm into an arm wrench and pulls him into a downward spiral! Tristan motions that it’s over and begins climbing to the top rope. Novak gets to the top and flips off! 450 SPLASH… GETS COUNTERED! Smith uses his ring awareness to roll backwards, allowing Novak to crash on the mat, and quickly locks on the cobra clutch! HE’S GOING FOR YMCA! Novak fights, trying to counter… and successfully drives a stomp to Smith’s foot, catching him off guard. Eric reaches down for his toes, which just got stomped by Novak, and takes the Abolition! FLIPPING FREAKIN’ PILEDRIVER! Novak makes the cover, and the three count is imminent.
Winner: Tristan Novak via Pinfall at 9:48
Vinaldi’s prepared for war once more. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510540)
But Roderick Brookes seems preoccupied with paranoia. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510419)
Match three:
Alex Berlot versus Drake Vinaldi
Exhibition: Pure Rules
Vinaldi and Berlot put on a hell of a show in the beginning of their bout, ending with a sickening thud as Vinaldi misses a tope and crashes into the steel guardrail. Berlot takes full advantage, nailing a suplex and retiring to the ring. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510567) Vinaldi is given until the count of eleven before he slowly rolls into the ring. Berlot stays on him, driving vicious stomps into his head. Alex pulls Drake to his feet and delivers a nice release Northern Lights Suplex. Vinaldi crashes hard onto the mat, and he looks really dazed, as if he’s confused. Berlot makes the cover, but Drake is a fighter and shoots an arm up to kick out at two. Berlot is angry, quickly driving forearms into Drake’s skull after the kick out. Vinaldi covers up for the most part, but a few pass his guard. Drake realizes he has to do something and quickly spins, getting on his head and delivering a weird spinning kick to Berlot. Vinaldi finishes a spinaroonie, getting some cheers from the crowd, and gets to his feet, yelling at Berlot to bring it. Alex charges, but runs into a stiff spinning back kick to the midsection. After doubling Berlot over, Vinaldi begins to drive knees into his head like rapid-fire, connecting with about twenty or so knees in ten or twelve seconds…
It’s astonishing that Berlot is standing, but Vinaldi ends with a Mongolian Chop, sending Berlot to his knees. Drake attempts the Killing Blow, but his foot gets caught… SICILIAN GRAPEVINE! Berlot applies one of Vinaldi’s own trademark submission holds, tugging on his leg as Vinaldi tries to fight the pain. Drake manages to crawl toward the ropes, and opts to use one of his rope breaks to escape instead of expending further energy.
Rope Breaks Used:
Drake Vinaldi: 1
Alex Berlot: 0
Vinaldi gets to his feet, but Berlot chop blocks him. Drake grabs hold of the top rope to prevent himself from falling and fires back with his free leg, nailing Berlot in the head when he’s coming off the mat. Berlot, stunned, wraps his arms around Vinaldi and tries to take him down, but due to just being KICKED IN THE FACE he doesn’t use the proper technique. Vinaldi takes advantage, twirling around Berlot in quick fashion and mounting him. He rains down with forearms and punches to the back of the head, but Berlot is in the ropes, and due to his inability to defend himself, the referee counts it as a rope break.
Rope Breaks Used:
Drake Vinaldi: 1
Alex Berlot: 1
One for one, bitch. Vinaldi mouths as he delivers a kick to Berlot’s ribs once he stands. Alex doubles over, clutching his side, and Drake goes for a high kick, but it gets ducked under. Mr. Canada attempts a German Suplex, but Vinaldi blocks it with a leg hook and quickly breaks free of the waist lock, spinning to Berlot’s side and taking him down with a leg sweep. Drake… cartwheels after doing the move… Wow, amazing agility. Berlot, who’s sitting now, takes a dropkick to the back of the head. Vinaldi makes the cover… but Berlot kicks out and immediately applies a fujiwara armbar! He screams at Vinaldi to tap, and Drake is writhing in pain, so he may have to! Drake manages to get to his knees, sort of a crawling position, and rolls through the armbar, getting free of the grasp. Berlot grabs Vinaldi and shoves him to the canvas with a tackle, punching him a few times in the midsection along the way. Vinaldi tries to punch from his back, but Berlot grabs it and applies a jujigatame! Vinaldi is in trouble now, and he knows he has to escape or get to the ropes. Drake pulls himself up, getting to his feet, and wraps his arms around Berlot’s legs… but this only causes Alex to pull even HARDER, nearly yanking Drake’s damn arm off!Drake is screaming now, cursing in Italian. He eventually grabs the rope for a break, and Berlot waits until the count of four to release.
Rope Breaks Used:
Drake Vinaldi: 2
Alex Berlot: 1
Alex’s confidence has returned now, as Vinaldi is holding his arm in pain. Alex delivers a dropkick with precision aim toward the weakened arm, focusing on that body part now. Vinaldi tries to fight him off, but Berlot delivers a running arm wrench-type arm breaker into the canvas. He grabs Vinaldi’s arm and twists it, applying a Buffalo Sleeper Hold. Drake is in deep trouble here, as he’s already expended two rope breaks. To use a third when Berlot has only used one would be severely detrimental and create almost impossible odds for him to overcome.
Berlot gets a bit over cocky, jawing with a few smarks at ringside, and it costs him his concentration, allowing Vinaldi to slowly slip from the hold and turn, delivering a vicious chop with his good arm to Berlot’s chest. Alex is stunned and can’t defend against a barrage of punches and kicks. Vinaldi finishes with a spinning back kick to the head, sending Berlot to the corner in a heap. Drake places his boot on Berlot’s head… FACE WASH! He doesn’t bother doing a running ole kick to the corner, and instead pulls Berlot to his feet and puts him on the top rope. Alex blocks a superplex attempt, shoving Vinaldi off. Drake lands on the mat, holding his arm again. Berlot turns, setting up for Air Canada, but Vinaldi gets up and separates Berlot’s legs, crotching him on the top rope. Drake climbs the other side, clubbing Berlot a few times. He tries to keep balance, but Berlot manages to drive a shot to Vinaldi’s bad arm, almost causing Drake to fall. The fans gasp, but Vinaldi catches his balance and kicks Berlot in the head, sending him backwards… His legs are trapped in the tree of woe now, and Vinaldi steps on the top of Mr. Canada’s knee, grinding it with his foot. Berlot reaches up… and takes a tree of woe Lunatic High! Berlot flips backwards and falls to the canvas. Vinaldi makes the cover… One, two, thre—NO! Berlot gets a foot on the rope!
Rope Breaks Used:
Drake Vinaldi: 2
Alex Berlot: 2
We’re in awe here at the National Guard Armory, and frankly… What the f*ck, man? How the hell did he kick out? Vinaldi is pissed now and pulls Berlot onto his knees. He kicks him fiercely in the chest, over and over again, causing it to turn bright red. Berlot starts coughing profusely, and just when you think he couldn’t possibly take more punishment… KILLING BLOW! Vinaldi unleashes wrath like never before seen, obliterating Berlot to dust. He covers him… and gets the three count.
Winner: Drake Vinaldi via Pinfall at 17:16
Rich Storrs mouth is running… HE BETTER GO CATCH IT AHAHAHAHAHA. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510530)
MIDAS IS COMING!!! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510704)
Extreme? IN PWW? WHA-WHA-WHAT?! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510802)
Rob Cavallo is ready to get the PWW Title. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510631)
And Adam Pugh is so focused on the PWW Title he doesn’t care about Cavallo or anyone but Katana. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510799)
However, Voltaire doesn’t need a belt to know he’s… insane? (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510828)
Match four:
Rob Cavallo versus Adam Pugh versus Mathew Voltaire versus Quincy James
Exhibition: Four-Way Survival match
Written by JoetheShow
The match kicks off with Pugh and Cavallo in the ring with Jones and Voltaire on the outside. They circle each other briefly, trying to figure out the best way to make an attack. The action begins with a collar and elbow tie-up that leads to Pugh shoving Cavallo into the corner where Voltaire makes a blind tag and forces The God of Rock to step out. Pugh and Voltaire analyze each other before locking up. Voltaire manages to free himself, twisting the arm Adam Pugh and wrenching hard on it. After a few seconds of pain, Pugh rolls free of the lock and answers by rolling through again, twisting the arm of Voltaire. Mathew writhes in pain for a while before managing to make his way over to the corner of Quincy Jones who tags Voltaire and switches places with him.
Pugh and Jones tie up quickly which leads to Pugh being back into a neutral corner. Jones breaks the hold but as he turns his back, he delivers a kick right into the guy of Adam Pugh. Pugh doubles over and as Jones looks to return to the attack, he’s met with a stiff slap to the face. Pugh follows up with a whip to the ropes. Pugh goes basement and Jones leaps over but is caught with a huge dropkick on the rebound, sending him through the ropes. The action only escalates as Voltaire storms into the ring and delivers a couple of shots into the face of the recovering Pugh. As Pugh is reeling against the ropes, Voltaire charges. Adam counters and sends him over the top, but Mathew saves himself by landing on the apron. The two trade blows Jones comes from behind pulls Voltaire’s feet from under him, causing him to smack his face on the apron. Pugh revels in this but for only a moment as Quincy does the same to him, pulling his feet from under him and dragging him to the floor feet first. The three men brawl on the outside, unaware of the low-lying Cavallo. Rob makes his way to a near turnbuckle and catches all three men completely off guard, nailing them with a suicide Corkscrew Moonsault to the floor! The crowd is going nuts as all four competitors are laid out!
Jones and Cavallo are the first to get up. Rob shoves Jones back into the ring to try and finish the job. They lock up, but it doesn’t last long. Jones snapmares Cavallo to the mat and dropkicks the back of his head. Jones hits the ropes and returns with sharp elbow drop with a load of steam behind it! While Pugh and Voltaire brawl on the floor, Jones pulls Rob to his feet and attempts a forearm. The attempt is blocked and countered by Cavallo with an attempt of his own. Jones blocks his attempt and attempts to leap on Rob Cavallo’s shoulders and put him away with a huracarrana. Rob blocks the move however, keeping Quincy on his shoulders. Pugh slides into the ring and runs to Cavallo, leaps up and nails Jones with a back-cracker as Cavallo sits out into a powerbomb. Jones is done for as Cavallo makes the cover, eliminating Jones.
Eliminated: Quincy Jones 11:54
Cavallo pauses briefly to celebrate but is caught in the back by a forearm by Pugh. Voltaire has made his way back into the ring and helps Pugh as they both whip Cavallo into the ropes. Rob ducks the double clothesline and answers with a cross body, taking out both men! Rob make a cover on Pugh but only gets a two count. He tries the same for Voltaire but with the same result. Cavallo pulls Pugh to his feet and hires a few forearms before sending him reeling to the turnbuckle with a huge European uppercut! Cavallo pulls Voltaire to his feet and whips him back first to the same turnbuckle, crushing Pugh as Voltaire just bounces off stumbles to the side. Cavallo follows this up with a big splash into Pugh that makes it seem like the end is near for him. Cavallo slips to the outside and looks to hit the Back to the Future. Rob slingshots over but is caught with by Pugh who slams Cavallo gut first onto his knee. Adam smells blood and goes up top, looking for a senton to finish the job. Pugh leaps and makes his impact… on the knees for Cavallo! Voltaire grabs the stunned Pugh and drives him head first into the mat with the Shellshock. Voltaire makes the pin and out goes Pugh who quite possibly could be have been caught looking ahead to his title match next week.
Eliminated: Adam Pugh 17:35
The two remaining men are exhausted but Voltaire is riding high on momentum and looks to take advantage. He whips Cavallo into the ropes but the tougher Rob takes him down with a shoulder tackle. Voltaire is back in the mix quickly as Cavallo leaps over him but is taken down with a hip toss which is quickly followed up by a sleeper hold applied by Mathew Voltaire. The hold is really taking effect as Cavallo begins to fade. He’s nearly done for as the ref raises Cavallo’s hand and it limply falls. The ref tries again but the same result occurs. Cavallo’s hand nearly falls a third time but he snaps to life keeping it raised! The crowd is on their feet cheering on Cavallo who sends a few elbows into Mathews gut before gaining more energy and hitting the ropes. Cavallo looks to hit something big, but Voltaire sticks him with a drop toe hold which is quickly followed up by a stiff basement dropkick to the face!
Voltaire helps Cavallo to his feet and looks to hit a Sliced Bread #2. Cavallo halts this notion and nails Mathew with an Enziguiri! Voltaire is motionless on the mat as Cavallo looks to capitalize. Rob is perched as he waits but instead waits too long as Voltaire crotches him on the turnbuckle by shaking the ropes. Voltaire climbs the nest with Cavallo as the trade a few blows. Rob takes the upper hand and gets Mathew in a facelock, looking for a cutter from the top! Voltaire counters this with a knee to gut, instead grabbing Rob into a super back bodydrop!! The crowd is ecstatic as Voltaire musters the energy to steady himself and await the rise of Cavallo. Rob gets to his feet and takes a Halo! Voltaire manages to roll over on top of Cavallo for a successful three count! Both men are extremely slow to their feet but share a handshake. The crowd is still showing their full appreciation as a slight smile can be seen from Voltaire’s face.
Winner: Mathew Voltaire via Pinfall at 26:25
Oh, that poor Carl Tuckerson… (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510398)
Unlike his partners, Kenzo Katana isn’t humorous… He’s vicious and malicious. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510702)
Following Kenzo Katana’s epic interview, we are back in the thick of things. Todd Duvet steps into the ring with microphone in hand, obviously preparing to speak.
Todd Duvet:
”Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, I’d like to ask you all to turn your attention to the ring. As you know, tonight is a Night of Appreciation for one of wrestling’s greatest athletes… Bruce Bishop.”
A light pop. Just a small on- alright, f*ck it. HUGE CHEERS FTW.
Todd Duvet:
”Right now, without further adieu, I’d like to introduce the man that we are here to appreciate… Bruce… BISHOP!”
“Collapse” immediately hits the speakers, and Todd Duvet retreats to a corner of the ring. The fans roar as the song begins to pick up, and after the short drum solo, Bruce Bishop bursts through the curtain and into the arena. Bishop stands amidst the fans for a few moments and looks around the arena with a smile on his face. After looking around a bit more, Bruce begins to walk towards the ring while slapping the hands of the fans and stops as he reaches the ring. Instead of going right in, Bruce walks around the perimeter of the ring, making sure to greet with every fan that holds their hand out. After making a round, Bruce climbs onto the ring apron and steps over the top rope and into the ring. The Bishop of Blood now walks to each turnbuckle and mounts it, throwing his arms up and pointing to the fans in the crowd. When he finishes, Todd Duvet walks up to him and hands him a microphone, shakes his hand, then exits the ring. “Collapse” cuts, and Bruce stands in the center of the ring. He lifts the microphone up, but his words are drowned by a sea of chants.
“BISHOP! BISHOP! BISHOP!”
The chants continue for just a bit longer, and Bruce finally manages to get a word in.
Bruce Bishop:
”… I guess you’re happy to see me.”
Yeah, more cheers, you crowd-whoring bastard.
Bruce Bishop:
”Well… I’d just like to say this… it’s damn good to be here.”
More cheers plz.
Bruce Bishop:
”In other words, it’s damn good to be here where the real wrestlers compete. That’s not a shot at the company which I’m actually employed by… That’s just the truth.”
Indeed it is, Bruce, indeed it is.
Bruce Bishop:
”These past two years have been two of the most insane years of my life. When I came into this business, I didn’t expect to become the huge star that I am today. I just wanted to… well… beat the living hell out of a few people here and there and be done with it. But of course, we all know what happened… a few matches here and there… a blood feud with Dante Priest… and I win my first title. The HCW Extreme Championship. Then I keep on moving up and beat five other men in an Elimination Chamber to become the HCW World Champion. Some could say that it’s been downhill since then… losing to Misfit and being forced to fight a whole bunch of other guys that aren’t leading me to title shots, but hell, it’s no big deal because simply put, I love wrestling.
Because I love wrestling… I felt it necessary to come visit PWW. See, as most of you know, my home company hasn’t been doing too well lately. We’re starting to hit an upswing, but damn, things just aren’t as good as they used to be. So I thought to myself, ‘Damn, I have to visit a place where I can wrestle a good match or two’. That brought me to PWW. Although my contract states that I’m not supposed to visit other companies, the head honchos have a lot of respect for me, and they decided to give me a bit of leeway here. So after negotiating with them, I called up James Simpson. I asked him if I could visit Philadelphia for a few shows. He asks me how much I’m asking for… I tell him not a single penny, because being in front of some of the greatest wrestling fans in the world is payment enough.”
Ah, a round of applause for the big man breaks out, followed by a “THANK YOU BRUCE!” chant. Bishop smiles before continuing.
Bruce Bishop:
”After that, it was all academic. I had myself a fight with Dante Priest last night… but I’m still here to compete for all of you tonight.
And it seems that my opponent is Mr. Angry Drunkard himself… Roderick Brookes.”
Massive boos for that jackass. Good game, Tony.
Bruce Bishop:
”It seems that this Brookes character doesn’t think he’s being appreciated enough… He doesn’t think that he’s getting the opportunities that he deserves. Roderick, let me tell you something. In this business, you don’t just whine and complain and expect to get your way. That may work for people in other careers, but in the wrestling business, that’s not how we get things done. If you want something in this business, you fight for it like a man. You don’t cuss until you slur up, spit, and scream about your boss holding you down. You beat the hell out of every opponent that gets in your way until you become recognized as the best.
That’s what I’ve done for my entire career.
When I first started out, they didn’t think I’d make it. Everybody said that I was just another big man, another gothic freak that would never get anywhere, another rookie that’d quickly fade away into mediocrity. Look at me now. A former Extreme Champion. A former World Champion. I’ve won hardcore matches, cage matches. I’ve survived to the finals in one Hardcore Battle Royal and won the other. I’ve been through it all… and I’m still standing.
So Brookes, I’m not here to hold you back. I’m not here to conspire against you with James Simpson. I’m here to give you your chance. You think you’re one of the best? Prove it against somebody who IS one of the best. You get to face the Bishop of Blood. Bruce Bishop. Right now, to me, you’re just another angry bastard who’s got more bark than bite. I’ve met plenty of others like you. When we meet in that ring tonight… I want you to prove me wrong. I want you to beat the hell out of me. Make me bleed. Prove to me that you deserve the position that you strive for. If you can prove it to me, then you’ll prove it to all of these people as well. But once you step into that ring, Brookes, I want you to remember one thing. There’s no running. There’s no hiding. There is…”
“NO ESCAPE!” is what the fans yell… and Bruce Bishop has himself a chuckle. He looks around at the crowd before speaking into the microphone one more time.
Bruce Bishop:
”… You heard the people…
No… escape.”
WHOO FOR CHEESY CATCHPHRASES THAT STILL WORK! “Collapse” hits one more time, and Bruce drops the microphone before rolling out of the ring. He heads back towards the entrance, slapping the hands of the fans along the way. Once he reaches the curtain, he turns around, faces the fans and bows to them, showing his respect for this great crowd. More applause for Bruce as he steps through the curtain, and we head to our next segment.
The Awakening’s dreams seem to be shattered… (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510378)
Match five:
The Awakening versus Revolution/Kenzo Katana
Exhibition: Six-Man Tag Team match’
Written by Dean
We’ve got a huge six-man tag team sub-main event match on our hands now – Falcon and Van Leer start things off. The fans don’t have to wait for two of the biggest names in the wrestling industry to combat. We go into a lock-up, and Van Leer rather easily pushes Falcon into a neutral corner. Leer tries to get a clean break, but Falcon jabs him in the eye as the former World Champion is backing out of the corner. Darius slaps the taste out of Van Leer’s mouth, rocking him, and immediately strings together some forearm shots in close distance. He pulls Van Leer’s head down to bring him to his level, and unleashes a few more shots before shoving him into the ropes. Falcon attempts an Irish whip, but Lance reverses with ease, sending Darius into the ropes. Falcon returns, and Lance ducks under a clothesline attempt, turning quickly and kicking Falcon in the stomach to double him over. Lance grabs Falcon into a suplex, hoisting him high into the air. He holds him… then ultimately drives the atheistic straight-edger into the canvas with a Jackhammer!
The fans cheer Van Leer (lolrhyme) as he makes the cover, getting a two count. Lance pulls Falcon up quickly and puts him in his corner, chopping him fiercely in the chest. Lance tags into Katana, who steps into the ring and takes stance, preparing to brutalize Falcon, but Darius tags into KANSHI, who seems apprehensive to get into the ring with Kenzo again. Katana grins and the two martial artists each try a kick at the same time, kicking each other in the shin. Neither man flinches, and they circle. The two quickly move into a lock-up, with Kenzo tossing KANSHI to the canvas with a unique judo-style throw. He leaps on top of him with vicious elbows, trying to wear down KANSHI in the early going. KANSHI fights Katana off, using knees and shots to fend for himself. Kenzo gets up after KANSHI kicks him off with a few shots to the midsection. KANSHI kips up, landing on his feet to show his agility. Kenzo approaches him, but KANSHI delivers a lightning-fast spinning back kick to the midsection. KANSHI runs to the ropes, springs off the middle one, and tries a spinning crossbody, but Kenzo leaps, nailing a knife scissor kick to the midsection, sending KANSHI to the canvas in agony.
Kenzo tags into Brady Cruise, who gets a “MOW HIS ASS!” chant. Cruise grins and pulls KANSHI up… STIFF chop to the chest lights KANSHI up, but Cruise gets a bit cocky and doesn’t see a returning kick to the midsection coming. Brady gets doubled over, and KANSHI leaps onto the back of his head with a beautiful mushroom stomp. KANSHI grunts and leaps into the air… DOUBLE STOMP to the back! Cruise lets out a yelp of pain and rolls onto his side, holding his back in pain. KANSHI tags into Tyler Hart, who immediately takes advantage, kicking away at Cruise’s back. Cruise manages to get to his feet, but Hart doubles him over with a kick and delivers a nice Canadian Backbreaker, dropping Cruise’s back on his shoulder. Cruise bounces off and lands on the mat, clutching his back again. Hart drives a few knees into Cruise’s spine before applying an amateur wrestling bow and arrow. Cruise tries to escape, but there isn’t much need, as Hart soon releases it to drive a few more knees into the spine, wearing Brady’s back out.
Hart pulls Cruise up and attempts a Uranage Backbreaker, but Cruise blocks it with some elbows. Brady grabs Hart and tries to go for his patented Cruise Control, but his back is took weak and he drops Hart on his feet, clutching his back again. Hart quickly kicks Cruise in the face with a nasty Yakuza Kick, sending Brady to the canvas. Hart pulls Cruise toward the corner and tags in Darius Falcon, who climbs to the top rope. Hart pulls Cruise up and nails a nice pendulum backbreaker, keeping him on his knee. Falcon leaps off with a huge knee drop, completing a nasty double team maneuver. Falcon makes the cover, but Van Leer comes in to break the count up at two. Falcon gets up and immediately kicks Van Leer in the leg, pissed that he intervened. Lance tries to rebound with his own shot, but the referee steps in and forces him back to his corner. With the referee distracted, Hart and KANSHI come into the ring, and the three members of the Awakening give Cruise a brutal team stomping, kicking him into the canvas. Cruise screams in pain as the three men brutalize him with nasty kicks, and Falcon soon tells the two men to retreat to the corner as the referee turns around. Falcon tags into KANSHI, and the martial artist of the group takes a few shots at Cruise, kicking him in the back.
He lifts Cruise and doubles him over with a kick to the midsection, then grabs his arm, steps over, and nails a nice modified arm wrench kick before rolling through and locking on a triangle choke! Cruise is in a lot of pain here, and his back is too weak to sufficiently fight the maneuver. He manages to pull himself to the ropes after a moment of struggling to free himself from the dreaded submission hold. Brady tries to crawl toward his corner, but KANSHI grabs his leg and tags into Tyler Hart. Hart pulls Cruise to his feet and strikes him with a few slaps before finishing the series off with a roaring elbow! Cruise falls to the canvas, and Hart immediately grabs his legs, locking on the Texas Funeral! Cruise is in a world of hurt now, and his back can’t take this punishment. Van Leer and Katana run into the ring, breaking the hold, but KANSHI and Falcon yell at the referee to get them out. He does, and Cruise manages to start crawling to the corner… But as he is, Falcon and KANSHI step into the ring, putting the boots to Cruise before he can make it. Hart pulls Cruise into a uranage backbreaker and holds him in position as KANSHI nails a running knee strike to the side of the head.
Cruise is dazed and confused, like a Richard Linklater film, and can’t defend against a frog splash from Tyler Hart! LVL is still distracting the referee, asking about a stain on the referee’s shirt, and Hart pounds the mat, frustrated at his inability to pin Cruise then. He runs to the corner and punches LVL in the head, getting a cheap shot. Hart and the referee exchange words, and Cruise crawls to the corner and tags in Katana… but the referee didn’t see it! Kenzo is outraged, and Falcon quickly runs in the ring to pull Cruise back to his corner. He feigns a tag with Hart and pulls Cruise up… double-arm backbreaker! He hits Cruise with one of his patented maneuvers, dropping his back on his knee. Cruise rolls around the ring in indescribable pain. Falcon makes the cover, and the referee counts, but Brady somehow kicks out at two. Falcon pulls Cruise to his feet and locks on a straitjacket before delivering a lungblower. Darius makes a few smart remarks to Katana, which brings the heated Japanese shooter into the ring. Hart runs in and he and Falcon double team Cruise with a double STO.
Hart makes the cover, and the referee doesn’t notice he isn’t the legal man. Fortunately, Kenzo breaks the pin up, and he goes back to his corner, reaching for the tag. Hart pulls Cruise up and tags into KANSHI now. KANSHI comes into the ring and waits on Cruise to get up, yelling at him. Cruise turns and takes a few kicks to the chest from KANSHI. The Perfect Warrior grins and runs to the ropes, coming back for a big kick, but Cruise side steps and grabs KANSHI… DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTAAAHHH~! Cruise nails a huge offensive maneuver on KANSHI, and the two men are down, crawling to their respective corners. KANSHI tags into Darius Falcon… and Cruise finally tags in Kenzo Katana. Falcon runs at Kenzo, taking a few palm thrusts, followed by a high kick to the side of the head. Falcon staggers about, and Kenzo nails a kick to his leg. He attempts a Burning Blade, but Falcon ducks under and grabs him into a German Suplex with a bridge! One, two, and a kickout as Kenzo rolls back… and locks on a dragon sleeper! Falcon is in trouble, but Hart runs into the ring and clubs Kenzo in the back of the head.
Lance Van Leer comes in now, going after Tyler Hart, and all hell has broken loose. KANSHI and Cruise are back at it now, exchanging clubs on the outside, near the entranceway. Kenzo fires a kick to Falcon’s head, sending him to the outside. Van Leer hoists Hart to his shoulder with a spinebuster position, and Katana springs off the middle rope to nail Tyler with a springboard Ganmengiri kick! Hart completes the spinebuster, slamming him into the mat as the kick gets nailed. Cruise grabs Hart and rolls him out of the ring as he himself gets inside. The three members of The Awakening are on the outside, and Cruise, Katana, and LVL nod to each other. With Lance Van Leer in the center, Kenzo Katana to his right, and Brady Cruise to LVL’s left, the three men stampede, running through the ropes with a triple suicide dive, wiping out all three members of The Awakening en stereo! The fans orgasm from the insane triple-team aerial attack, and chants of “HOLY SH*T!” fill every orifice of the arena.
Following a few moments, Revolution and Katana stand, commending each other’s efforts. Kenzo grabs Falcon and throws him into the ring, as KANSHI, Cruise, Van Leer, and Hart battle on the outside. Falcon takes a few kicks to the chest, and Kenzo springs off the ropes for a twisting kick to the head, but Darius sidesteps. Kenzo lands on his feet and takes a forearm shot to the head from Darius. Falcon nails a side Russian Leg Sweep and gets to his feet… standing shooting star press! Falcon makes the cover, but Kenzo kicks out. Darius runs to the ropes and comes back for a flipping senton, but Kenzo counters by getting his knees into Darius’ back. Falcon gets to his feet, holding his back in pain… and Kenzo grabs him – German Suplex! He keeps the waistlock on and pulls Falcon up… Dragon Suplex… Kenzo STILL keeps the hold on, lifting Falcon… AZTEC SUPLEX~! Kenzo completes the Chimera-Plex! KANSHI and Hart try to get into the ring, but Cruise and LVL pull them back respectively. Kenzo holds the position and gets a three-count on Darius Falcon, scoring the victorious pinfall for his team!
Winners: Kenzo Katana and Revolution via Pinfall at 22:48
Kenzo and Revolution are in the ring now, but The Awakening isn’t done. Hart and KANSHI attack Katana as he’s celebrating, delivering some clubbing blows. LVL and Cruise try to throw KANSHI and Hart out of the ring, but Falcon goes after Cruise’s back from behind with some forearms. After all six men brawl, Revolution delivers stereo clotheslines to Hart and KANSHI, sending them over the top rope. Katana and Falcon stare down, but with Revolution still in the ring, Darius decides to fight another day, bailing.
James Simpson illuminates on the plasma screen for the first time tonight, cursing about something.
James Simpson:
DAMMIT! GODDAMMIT! LOOK AT WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME!
All six men turn toward the plasma screen to see James Simpson… fighting with a bag of potato chips?
James Simpson:
JUST OPEN, GODDAMMIT! OH, AND DON’T THINK I FORGOT ABOUT YOU SIX!
The six men look a little bit frightened… but then Simpson reveals a six-pack of beer, putting it on the desk.
James Simpson:
Oh, yeah, we’re going to have some fun tonight…
Simpson’s intercom suddenly buzzes.
Secretary:
Uh, Mr. Simpson, you’ve accidentally bumped the on-air button.
James Simpson:
SH*T! I mean, uh, brilliant! Since you six men seem to have so much energy, next week we’re going to have three very special matches. Tyler Hart… You’ll be going one-on-one with Brady Cruise in a submission match. Since you two seem to want to beat the living hell out of each other, we’ll see which one of you backs down first.
As for Lance Van Leer and KANSHI, you two will participate in a very special match – The winner of which will face the PWW World Champion at our event two weeks from now.
And don’t think I forgot about YOU TWO. Darius Falcon, Kenzo Katana, since you two want to beat the crap out of each other so much, you’re going to have a match next week – but not just any match. If Darius wins, he will get thrown in the match two weeks from now for the PWW Championship. Just think about that, Falcon. If you win and KANSHI wins… Then it would be two-on-one against Kenzo Katana. But if you two lose, then it’ll be Kenzo Katana and Lance Van Leer for the PWW Championship, and I KNOW you don’t want to see that match, now do you? Ha… HAHAHA… HAHAHAHA! Try and have a good night, boys. Oh, and… get plenty of rest. You’ll need it!
The screen goes to black as Katana’s music hits and he stands tall with Revolution in the ring. The Awakening head backstage, and everyone is ultimately gone from the ring as we’re ready for our main event of the evening…
Scott The Scoop:
We are about to witness what is a classic in the making – Bruce Bishop versus Roderick Brookes. This is anticipated to be one of the greatest fights of all time. What are your thoughts, Blake?
Blake Straker:
Well, Scotty, I’ve seen these two in action, and they’re capable beasts. Everybody knows Bruce Bishop is a former HCW Champion, but title belts are relative to the time. Bishop could go down in history as the greatest HCW Champion of all time, but that belt doesn’t mean squat now. But this fight tonight… could forever live in the annals of wrestling history as one of the bloodiest, nastiest battles to ever be witnessed.
Scott the Scoop:
Well said, Blake. Well said. Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, our main event of the evening.
Main Event:
Bruce Bishop versus Roderick Brookes
Exhibition: Singles match
Bruce Bishop and Roderick Brookes are staring each other in the eyes, face-to-face, nose-to-nose. You could cut the tension with a knife tonight. Roderick Brookes stares Bruce Bishop with great intent to build his own legacy by destroying his. Bishop slowly moves his hand, placing it in front of him for Roderick Brookes to shake. Brookes goes to accept… but Bruce backs off, going toward the side of the ring. The crowd is murmuring as Bishop gets a microphone from ringside.
Bruce Bishop:
I’m all for honor. I’m all for respect. But tonight, you’ll have to earn my respect, boy.
The fans in the front row gape their mouths and laugh at the blatant disrespect Bruce has shown to Roderick Brookes. Roddy isn’t willing to wait, and as Bruce turns and hands the microphone back to ringside, he blindsides Bishop with a forearm shot to the back of the head. Brookes keeps the advantage of surprise, delivering a few more blows to the large back of the Bishop of Blood. He pulls Bishop into the ropes and fires off a nasty chop, turning Bishop’s chest pink. Bruce quickly fires off a forearm blow to Roderick’s mouth in return, causing the Irishman to stagger backward. Bishop delivers a chop of his own, slapping Brookes’ chest viciously. Roderick returns fire with another chop to Bishop’s chest, and the two men stare at each other for a second… before firing off repeated forearm strikes to each others’ heads! The fans get to their feet, screaming and chanting their favorite wrestlers’ name. Bishop gets the advantage with the forearms, sending Brookes into the corner. The referee intervenes and forces Bishop off… and Brookes gets Bruce with a cheap poke to the eye as he tries to leave the corner. Brookes quickly follows with a European Uppercut, sending Bishop on the defensive.
Brookes grins and clubs Bruce a few times in the back. He goes for an Irish whip, but Bishop reverses, and Brookes returns, attempting a clothesline. Bishop ducks under and quickly turns around, delivering a haymaker that sends Roderick to the canvas. Brookes holds his nose, which took the brunt of the shot, and Bishop pulls Brookes back to his feet, firing off some more shots, this time to his ribcage. Brookes manages to catch Bruce with an uppercut shot that nails him on the tip of the chin, and the momentum once again shifts. Roderick fires a boot to Bishop’s stomach, doubling him over, and grabs him for a vicious DDT! He rolls Bruce over for the cover, but it’s far too early in the match, as he barely gets a two count on the former World Champion.
Brookes kicks Bishop in the head while he’s down, runs to the ropes, and rebounds with a big knee drop, driving the point of his joint into Bishop’s bald skull. Brookes covers again, this time getting a one count before Bruce powers out. Brookes is a bit annoyed by Bishop’s nerve to kick out at one. He fires a few forearm shots to Bishop while he’s down and runs to the ropes again, setting up another knee drop. Fool Bruce once, shame on you. Fool him twice, and you’re a dead man. Bishop moves out of the way, and Brookes lands on his knee, rolling through to get back to his feet… and take a yakuza kick from Big Bruce, sending him to the mat. Bishop runs to the tangent ropes and returns with a senton backsplash that squashes Brookes under his mighty 320-pound frame. Bruce makes the cover, but this time it’s Brookes who kicks out. Bishop pulls Bruce to his feet and delivers a big slap to his chest, lighting him up. Brookes stares angrily at Bruce before screaming and firing off a series of lefts and rights. Bishop gets rocked, but quickly drives a knee to Brookes’ stomach, following with a gut wrench gutbuster. Brookes doubles over, but manages to stay on his feet… that is until Bishop runs to the ropes and returns with a vicious kick to the side of Roderick’s temple, sending him to the mat in a heap. Brookes rolls to the outside, trying to catch a break, but Bishop pursues him.
Bishop props Brookes against the steel barricade and fires off another chop to the chest. That must be number forty in this match. Brookes quickly retaliates by kicking Bishop in the stomach a few times and thrusting his elbow into Bruce’s back. He grabs Bruce by the back of his tights and head and throws him headfirst into the steel barrier! Bishop lies on the floor as Brookes rolls inside to break up the count, then goes right back outside. The camera gets a good view of Bishop, and he’s now lacerated on his forehead and bleeding a small amount. Brookes grabs Bishop by the cranium and bashes his head against the steel of the barrier! The crowd is booing him now, and a lady in the front row gets a good view of Bruce Bishop’s bald, bleeding bean. She shrieks in horror as Brookes cusses her out and shoves Bishop over the crowd protector and into a few rows of chairs, knocking them down. Fans scatter as Brookes steps over the barricade, grabbing Bishop and slamming his head off a steel chair. Brookes places Bishop’s head on one chair and climbs another, sledging the Bishop of Blood with a double axe handle to the back of the skull, causing more blood to drip on the floor, the chairs, and even some fans.
Brookes grabs Bishop and hoists him over the barrier, back to ringside. The referee is giving the two men a lot of leeway here, and Brookes returns to the ring… then back to ringside. He lifts Bishop and attempts a clothesline, but Bishop has gained back some energy and fires off a vicious shot to Brookes’ stomach, doubling him over. Brookes drops to a knee, clutching his stomach, and Bruce fires off a few shots to his head, getting retribution for his crimson-covered cranium. Bishop grabs Brookes’ by his hair and slams his face into the steel stairs at ringside, shouting angrily as the fans get behind him, chanting “Bishop! Bishop! Bishop!” Bruce rolls Brookes back into the ring and begins climbing the ropes. He uncharacteristically gets to the top rope, setting up a high-risk move. Brookes gets to his feet, a bit disoriented after Bishop’s sudden return of energy, and takes a flying clothesline from the near seven-footer! The fans are going nuts as Bishop slowly gets the cover… but Brookes kicks out!
The crowd’s pounding the PWW logo sheets on the barriers, trying to rally Bishop to his feet. Bruce slowly gets to a standing position, pounding his chest. He’s feeling it now as he lifts Brookes. He kicks Brookes in the stomach and sets up a Bishop Bomb… and nails it! Bishop moves forward to situate all his weight over Brookes… One, two, thr—NO! Brookes kicks out [Monsoon]WITH AUTHORITAH~![/ Monsoon] Bishop goes to the corner, setting up for what’s likely to be the most DELETERIOUS SPEAR in wrestling today. Bishop awaits the rise of his adversary… and Brookes slowly pulls himself up in the corner. Bruce sets up… MASSACRE—NO! Brookes moves out of the way, causing Bishop to run into the turnbuckle pads… That’s better than the post, I guess. Brookes quickly grabs the bewildered Bishop and nails a neckwrench backbreaker! Brookes makes the cover this time, but Bishop kicks out at two! Roderick lifts Bruce and locks on a clinch… Knee strikes! He drives his large knee into Bishop’s face, over and over again! The Bishop of Blood can hardly stand now, and Brookes switches up his offense… vicious slaps to the face! Brookes rebounds off the ropes and nails the roaring elbow… but Bishop is still standing, screaming at him to bring it on. Brookes uncharacteristically stops for a moment, wondering what to do. He grabs Bishop and fires off a big European Uppercut, but Bishop is still standing! Brookes panics… then mouths the words, “F*ck it!” ENZUIGIRI! BROOKES NAILS BISHOP WITH A GODDAMN ENZUIGIRI! Bishop’s head nearly disconnects from his shoulders as he collapses to the canvas, not even moving! Brookes is exasperated at trying to put him away, and both men are down now, at the referee’s mercy. The referee gets to seven before Brookes drapes his body on Bishop’s… One, two, NO! Bishop shoots a shoulder up after the flurry of offensive assault from Roderick Brookes!
The fans are chanting, “This is awesome!” now as Brookes gets to his feet, challenging Bishop to do the same. The gargantuan of a man slowly climbs to his feet, using the ropes for help. He turns to Brookes, who attempts an STO, but Bishop blocks with elbows to the side of his head. Bishop doubles Brookes over with a shot to his kidney and sets up the Perfect Kill… but Brookes wriggles free and stomps on Bishop’s foot, grabbing him into the Fujiwara Armbar! He doesn’t keep Bruce in the hold long, though, as Bruce uses his phenomenal upper body strength to power out almost immediately, getting to his feet again. Brookes kicks Bruce in the back of the leg, and while he’s off balance, grabs him… STO! Roderick slams Bishop to the canvas ferociously, and immediately grabs his legs… He’s setting up the No Cure for Cancer! If he gets it locked on, Bruce is in trouble! Brookes manages to lock Bishop’s legs together, but Bruce uses his massive arms to push up and grab the ropes, forcing a break before the hold could get fully and properly applied. Bruce crawls to the corner, looking for a breather, but Brookes is on the hunt now… He places his foot against Brookes’ bleeding skull… AND GIVES HIM THE FACE WASH! He’s taking a page from Bishop’s book! Brookes scrapes his foot against the flesh of his heated rival, runs to the opposite side of the ring, and returns… only to take a MASSIVE MASSACRE! Bishop levels Brookes with his patented spear, wiping him out! Bishop slowly crawls to his feet, looking worse for wear in this match. He pulls Brookes to his feet and sets up the Endless Agony! Bishop lifts Brookes to his shoulders… and drives him into the canvas with the modified Death Valley Driver!
Bishop is exhausted, but manages to get a cover on Brookes… One, two, thre—NO! WHAT THE FUUUUUUDGE?! Brookes SOMEHOW kicks out of Bishop’s finishing maneuver, and the crowd is in shock and disbelief! Bishop stares as Brookes, a bit surprised himself, before pointing to the turnbuckles. The audience cheers as Bruce pulls his massive frame to the top rope, preparing a high risk move, but Brookes shoves the referee into the ropes, tripping Bruce up! Bruce gets crotched on the top rope, landing groin-first on the turnbuckle! Brookes sees it’s his chance now and climbs to the middle rope, preparing to superplex Bishop off. Bruce blocks it, so Brookes climbs to the top rope so he has better leverage. Bishop fires with some brutal shots to Brookes’ midsection, doubling him over… Oh God… He can’t be… Bruce is standing up… He’s going for a SUPER BISHOP BOMB! Bruce lifts Brookes to the position… BUT RODERICK BROOKES BACKFLIPS! HOLY F*CKING SH*T HE NAILS A FRANKENSTEINER!
Roderick Brookes just huracarrana’d Bruce Bishop off the top rope! The fans are going apesh*t, and “HOLY SH*T!” reverberates throughout the National Guard Armory here in Philly! Brookes slowly crawls to Bishop, covering him… One, two, thre—NOOOOOO! BISHOP KICKS OUT! Brookes can’t believe it! Wasting as little time as possible, Brookes lifts Bishop… but Bishop drives a boot to his stomach! Brookes wraps a meaty hand around the throat of Roderick Brookes! He’s going for a chokeslam. Brookes gets lifted… but quickly gouges Bishop’s eye! Bishop grabs at his eye, and Brookes drops to the mat, holding his throat. He runs into a big kick to the gut from Bishop, who sets up the Bishop Bomb again… but Brookes counters… IRA! IRA! BROOKES NAILS THE IRA! He hooks both legs… One, two, THREEEE! RODERICK BROOKES HAS DEFEATED BRUCE BISHOP HERE IN PRO WRESTLING WARRIORS!
Winner: Roderick Brookes via Pinfall at 28:32
The fans are on their feet, and the applause is deafening after this match. After a few moments of rest, Brookes’ arm is raised by the referee… but Bishop shoves the referee out of the way… He’s got a microphone again. Bruce has always been quite the talker. Between breathing heavily, Bruce Bishop speaks.
Bruce Bishop:
…That was probably the toughest challenge of my life.
The fans cheer, whistle, and applaud the two men for what may have been the match of the year.
Bruce Bishop:
…You clawed, you scraped, and you fought to survive… Hell, you bent the rules as much as possible… But the fact of the matter is that… tonight, Roderick Brookes… You are the better man. I told you before our match that you have to earn my respect. And tonight, right here in Philly…
Cheap pop.
Bruce Bishop:
…You have earned it. You made me bleed. You made me sweat. You made me… lose. And for that, I want to shake your hand…
Bruce extends his hand, and Brookes looks out to the crowd, contemplating what he should do. Brookes slowly reaches in… and accepts! They shake! The code of honor is in tact! Bishop raises Brookes’ arm, and he is crowned winner tonight… In a returning gesture, Brookes raises Bishop’s arm… AND LEVELS HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE! WHAAAAT?! WHAAAAAAAT?! WHAT DID HE JUST DOOOOO?! The fans are booing and cussing now as Brookes has just taken out Bishop! He rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair, sliding into the ring with it. Bishop stirs, starting to get to his feet… and takes a chair shot to the head! He drops to a knee… but gets back up! Bishop, blood all over his head… dripping all over the mat… is still standing after a vile chair shot to the head! Brookes fires another, bashing the steel into the skull of his newfound adversary! Bishop drops this time… but gets back up! He screams at Brookes, telling him to bring it on… and Roderick does, driving the steel into Bishop’s skull once more. The third time’s the charm, as Bishop falls to the mat, this time apparently unconscious. Brookes towers over Bishop, placing a boot on his chest and raising the chair in the air. He lifts the microphone from Bishop’s cold, motionless hand and speaks…
Roderick Brookes:
You say I earned your respect tonight Bruce… That’s very flattering… and ironic. Because tonight, I might’ve earned your respect… but you lost mine.
There’s no cure for Cancer, Bruce. I tried to warn you. I hope you're ready to die. Here comes the grim reaper, Brucey Boy.
Brookes steps off Bishop for a moment… and delivers one last, sickening chair shot to his skull, obliterating Bruce! Litter fills the ring now as Brookes confidently laughs and exits the ring, quite possibly the biggest heel in wrestling today…
OOC: Jay wrote the main Bishop segment. I wrote the latter stuff... Results are finally finished.
Bruce Bishop
Written by Dean
The air is cold, but the crowd is hot. Following last week’s exciting “Destiny Fulfilled” show, PWW is ready to keep bringing the action with “Night of Appreciation: Bruce Bishop”. With nearly 2200 crammed in the National Guard Armory in Philly, it is perfectly clear everybody in town wants to see the stacked card. From top to bottom, it looks like an incredible event, and I’m glad I bought my ticket in advance, because they sold out a few hours before the event began, so no tickets could be sold at the doors.
Motograter’s Collapse hits the speakers, prompting a large amount of cheers from the crazy ass PWW fans, who begin moshing in the darkened arena as silver and yellow lights swirl around the arena. They nearly break the damn gates open as I’m sipping my latte, trying to avoid the clusterf*ck. The dancing eventually dies down, and the fans return to their normal behavior, taking seats behind the guardrails.
Curtis Hawke is sick of his former gimmick… (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510355)
But Michael Simons has never had a gimmick and never will. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510379)
And if having a gimmick means being a drunken womanizer, than Tristan Novak takes the cake… but not without lager. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510576)
Match one:
Michael Simons versus Curtis Hawke
Exhibition: Singles match
Two men who are trying to get a fresh restart in Pro Wrestling Warriors are scheduled to fight tonight. Michael Simons has had an illustrious career, despite being one of the secrets of the indy circuit. Curtis Hawke has shed his gimmick of being a hero and now prefers to do whatever it takes to win matches. Following a quick lock-up, Simons goes behind Hawke and scores a takedown, slamming him into the mat. He begins to attempt various submissions on Hawke, but the former Crimson Hawk slides out and gets to his feet, brutally kneeing Simons in the head. Michael is caught off guard and staggers into the ropes, holding the side of his head in pain. Hawk charges Simons, going for a clothesline, but Michael ducks under and grabs Curtis into a hotshot, dropping him throat-first on the top rope. Curtis rebounds, falling into a back suplex from Simons, which scores the former Unknown a two count.
Simons climbs to the top rope, setting up a huge leg drop, but Hawke moves out of the way in the nick of time, sending Simons into the mat. Michael gets to his feet and Hawke takes advantage, nailing a complete shot. He hooks the leg, but Simons kicks out at two. Hawke pulls Michael up, firing off some slaps in the process. Simons falls into the corner, and Hawk unloads with a few shots to the ribs. He puts Simons on the top rope and climbs the ropes himself, preparing a huracarrana from the elevated position, but Simons fights back, delivering his own shots to the ribs of his newfound adversary. Hawk blocks a shot and drives a forearm into Simons’ head. He goes for a huracarrana, but Simons hangs onto the ropes and Hawke flips, landing on his feet, showing great agility. He’s a bit stunned, however, and can’t block a kick from Simons, who sits on the top rope. Simons pulls Curtis in and snaps off a tornado DDT! That was nicely done.
Michael makes the cover, but Curtis gets his foot on the rope. Michael can’t believe he made such an amateur mistake and pulls Curtis closer to the ring. He signals the finish to the match, climbing to the top rope. Simons sets up… FATE IN MOTION! NO! Curtis gets the knees up! Michael smacks off the knees after attempting his patented shooting star press, falling to the mat in agony. Curtis grabs him… and starts locking in the Black Plague! If Simons gets caught here, he’s going to have a hell of a time trying to escape! Simons fights, and before Curtis could apply the key lock, the Unknown gets a foot on the rope, returning the counter Curtis Hawke used earlier in the bout.
Hawk lets Michael get to his feet, and the two men get to the center of the ring. Hawke goes for a clothesline, but Simons ducks under and grabs him for a German Suplex, which gets promptly blocked. Hawke drives some back elbows to Simons’ head, switches behind him, and grabs him into an inverted facelock… DARKNESS FALLS! NO! Simons counters into the Blind Eye Halo! A sick name for a sick move. Simons immediately hooks both legs, and pulls on the tights a bit, while sitting on top of Hawke’s chest, getting the three count!
Winner: Michael Simons via Pinfall at 10:31
Eric Smith is craaaazy as Gnarles Barkley.. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510645)
Alex Berlot only has one thing on his mind. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510449)
Match two:
Eric Smith versus Tristan Novak
Exhibition: Singles match
Smith is prepared to get his reparations for last week’s loss. Tristan Novak wants to continue his momentous roll in PWW, but he’ll have to defeat Eric Smith for a second week in a row, and I don’t know if I like those odds – Smith is a dedicated wrestler, despite his hi-jinks backstage. The two circle the ring a bit, feeling each other out. Novak grins, knowing he has a victory over Smith once already. Novak and Smith charge to the center of the ring, exchanging a few forearm shots before locking up. Smith charges Novak into the corner, but Tristan turns him around, and the two circle around the ring, exchanging some punches and forearms. Novak eventually manages to back Smith into the ropes with some knees before letting go of the clinch and delivering a nice enzuigiri that sends a staggering, swaggering Eric Smith through the ropes, to the outside floor. Smith walks on the floor a bit, trying to shake loose the cobwebs, but Novak slingshots over the top rope with a pescado, wiping him out!
The fans get on their feet, cheering, and hell, I do too. Nice move, Novak. Tristan wastes little time in pulling Smith up and driving some forearms into his face. He places him against the barricade and viciously chops Your Master Choke Artist in the chest. Smith gets lit up, but retaliates with a boot to the stomach. He smashes Tristan’s head against the steel barrier, and pursues him as the Irishman tries to bail out of the fight. Smith walks toward Novak… right into a back kick to the midsection. Tristan was playing possum and makes Smith pay for his gullibility, driving clubbing blows to his back. Novak grabs Smith by the back of his tights and his hair and throws him shoulder first into the steel ring steps. He admires his work a moment, as Kayleigh watches from the commentary position. Novak throws Smith back into the ring and climbs to the top rope. Eric rolls onto his back, and Novak attempts a huge senton bomb, but Smith moves out of the way, causing Tristan to crash on the mat.
Novak slowly gets to his feet, and Smith takes full advantage, grabbing him into a belly-to-belly suplex. He takes a moment to rest before making the cover, barely getting two. Smith pulls Novak up and boots him in the gut once again, setting up a Brain Transplant, but Novak twists Smith’s arm into an arm wrench and pulls him into a downward spiral! Tristan motions that it’s over and begins climbing to the top rope. Novak gets to the top and flips off! 450 SPLASH… GETS COUNTERED! Smith uses his ring awareness to roll backwards, allowing Novak to crash on the mat, and quickly locks on the cobra clutch! HE’S GOING FOR YMCA! Novak fights, trying to counter… and successfully drives a stomp to Smith’s foot, catching him off guard. Eric reaches down for his toes, which just got stomped by Novak, and takes the Abolition! FLIPPING FREAKIN’ PILEDRIVER! Novak makes the cover, and the three count is imminent.
Winner: Tristan Novak via Pinfall at 9:48
Vinaldi’s prepared for war once more. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510540)
But Roderick Brookes seems preoccupied with paranoia. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510419)
Match three:
Alex Berlot versus Drake Vinaldi
Exhibition: Pure Rules
Vinaldi and Berlot put on a hell of a show in the beginning of their bout, ending with a sickening thud as Vinaldi misses a tope and crashes into the steel guardrail. Berlot takes full advantage, nailing a suplex and retiring to the ring. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510567) Vinaldi is given until the count of eleven before he slowly rolls into the ring. Berlot stays on him, driving vicious stomps into his head. Alex pulls Drake to his feet and delivers a nice release Northern Lights Suplex. Vinaldi crashes hard onto the mat, and he looks really dazed, as if he’s confused. Berlot makes the cover, but Drake is a fighter and shoots an arm up to kick out at two. Berlot is angry, quickly driving forearms into Drake’s skull after the kick out. Vinaldi covers up for the most part, but a few pass his guard. Drake realizes he has to do something and quickly spins, getting on his head and delivering a weird spinning kick to Berlot. Vinaldi finishes a spinaroonie, getting some cheers from the crowd, and gets to his feet, yelling at Berlot to bring it. Alex charges, but runs into a stiff spinning back kick to the midsection. After doubling Berlot over, Vinaldi begins to drive knees into his head like rapid-fire, connecting with about twenty or so knees in ten or twelve seconds…
It’s astonishing that Berlot is standing, but Vinaldi ends with a Mongolian Chop, sending Berlot to his knees. Drake attempts the Killing Blow, but his foot gets caught… SICILIAN GRAPEVINE! Berlot applies one of Vinaldi’s own trademark submission holds, tugging on his leg as Vinaldi tries to fight the pain. Drake manages to crawl toward the ropes, and opts to use one of his rope breaks to escape instead of expending further energy.
Rope Breaks Used:
Drake Vinaldi: 1
Alex Berlot: 0
Vinaldi gets to his feet, but Berlot chop blocks him. Drake grabs hold of the top rope to prevent himself from falling and fires back with his free leg, nailing Berlot in the head when he’s coming off the mat. Berlot, stunned, wraps his arms around Vinaldi and tries to take him down, but due to just being KICKED IN THE FACE he doesn’t use the proper technique. Vinaldi takes advantage, twirling around Berlot in quick fashion and mounting him. He rains down with forearms and punches to the back of the head, but Berlot is in the ropes, and due to his inability to defend himself, the referee counts it as a rope break.
Rope Breaks Used:
Drake Vinaldi: 1
Alex Berlot: 1
One for one, bitch. Vinaldi mouths as he delivers a kick to Berlot’s ribs once he stands. Alex doubles over, clutching his side, and Drake goes for a high kick, but it gets ducked under. Mr. Canada attempts a German Suplex, but Vinaldi blocks it with a leg hook and quickly breaks free of the waist lock, spinning to Berlot’s side and taking him down with a leg sweep. Drake… cartwheels after doing the move… Wow, amazing agility. Berlot, who’s sitting now, takes a dropkick to the back of the head. Vinaldi makes the cover… but Berlot kicks out and immediately applies a fujiwara armbar! He screams at Vinaldi to tap, and Drake is writhing in pain, so he may have to! Drake manages to get to his knees, sort of a crawling position, and rolls through the armbar, getting free of the grasp. Berlot grabs Vinaldi and shoves him to the canvas with a tackle, punching him a few times in the midsection along the way. Vinaldi tries to punch from his back, but Berlot grabs it and applies a jujigatame! Vinaldi is in trouble now, and he knows he has to escape or get to the ropes. Drake pulls himself up, getting to his feet, and wraps his arms around Berlot’s legs… but this only causes Alex to pull even HARDER, nearly yanking Drake’s damn arm off!Drake is screaming now, cursing in Italian. He eventually grabs the rope for a break, and Berlot waits until the count of four to release.
Rope Breaks Used:
Drake Vinaldi: 2
Alex Berlot: 1
Alex’s confidence has returned now, as Vinaldi is holding his arm in pain. Alex delivers a dropkick with precision aim toward the weakened arm, focusing on that body part now. Vinaldi tries to fight him off, but Berlot delivers a running arm wrench-type arm breaker into the canvas. He grabs Vinaldi’s arm and twists it, applying a Buffalo Sleeper Hold. Drake is in deep trouble here, as he’s already expended two rope breaks. To use a third when Berlot has only used one would be severely detrimental and create almost impossible odds for him to overcome.
Berlot gets a bit over cocky, jawing with a few smarks at ringside, and it costs him his concentration, allowing Vinaldi to slowly slip from the hold and turn, delivering a vicious chop with his good arm to Berlot’s chest. Alex is stunned and can’t defend against a barrage of punches and kicks. Vinaldi finishes with a spinning back kick to the head, sending Berlot to the corner in a heap. Drake places his boot on Berlot’s head… FACE WASH! He doesn’t bother doing a running ole kick to the corner, and instead pulls Berlot to his feet and puts him on the top rope. Alex blocks a superplex attempt, shoving Vinaldi off. Drake lands on the mat, holding his arm again. Berlot turns, setting up for Air Canada, but Vinaldi gets up and separates Berlot’s legs, crotching him on the top rope. Drake climbs the other side, clubbing Berlot a few times. He tries to keep balance, but Berlot manages to drive a shot to Vinaldi’s bad arm, almost causing Drake to fall. The fans gasp, but Vinaldi catches his balance and kicks Berlot in the head, sending him backwards… His legs are trapped in the tree of woe now, and Vinaldi steps on the top of Mr. Canada’s knee, grinding it with his foot. Berlot reaches up… and takes a tree of woe Lunatic High! Berlot flips backwards and falls to the canvas. Vinaldi makes the cover… One, two, thre—NO! Berlot gets a foot on the rope!
Rope Breaks Used:
Drake Vinaldi: 2
Alex Berlot: 2
We’re in awe here at the National Guard Armory, and frankly… What the f*ck, man? How the hell did he kick out? Vinaldi is pissed now and pulls Berlot onto his knees. He kicks him fiercely in the chest, over and over again, causing it to turn bright red. Berlot starts coughing profusely, and just when you think he couldn’t possibly take more punishment… KILLING BLOW! Vinaldi unleashes wrath like never before seen, obliterating Berlot to dust. He covers him… and gets the three count.
Winner: Drake Vinaldi via Pinfall at 17:16
Rich Storrs mouth is running… HE BETTER GO CATCH IT AHAHAHAHAHA. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510530)
MIDAS IS COMING!!! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510704)
Extreme? IN PWW? WHA-WHA-WHAT?! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510802)
Rob Cavallo is ready to get the PWW Title. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510631)
And Adam Pugh is so focused on the PWW Title he doesn’t care about Cavallo or anyone but Katana. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510799)
However, Voltaire doesn’t need a belt to know he’s… insane? (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510828)
Match four:
Rob Cavallo versus Adam Pugh versus Mathew Voltaire versus Quincy James
Exhibition: Four-Way Survival match
Written by JoetheShow
The match kicks off with Pugh and Cavallo in the ring with Jones and Voltaire on the outside. They circle each other briefly, trying to figure out the best way to make an attack. The action begins with a collar and elbow tie-up that leads to Pugh shoving Cavallo into the corner where Voltaire makes a blind tag and forces The God of Rock to step out. Pugh and Voltaire analyze each other before locking up. Voltaire manages to free himself, twisting the arm Adam Pugh and wrenching hard on it. After a few seconds of pain, Pugh rolls free of the lock and answers by rolling through again, twisting the arm of Voltaire. Mathew writhes in pain for a while before managing to make his way over to the corner of Quincy Jones who tags Voltaire and switches places with him.
Pugh and Jones tie up quickly which leads to Pugh being back into a neutral corner. Jones breaks the hold but as he turns his back, he delivers a kick right into the guy of Adam Pugh. Pugh doubles over and as Jones looks to return to the attack, he’s met with a stiff slap to the face. Pugh follows up with a whip to the ropes. Pugh goes basement and Jones leaps over but is caught with a huge dropkick on the rebound, sending him through the ropes. The action only escalates as Voltaire storms into the ring and delivers a couple of shots into the face of the recovering Pugh. As Pugh is reeling against the ropes, Voltaire charges. Adam counters and sends him over the top, but Mathew saves himself by landing on the apron. The two trade blows Jones comes from behind pulls Voltaire’s feet from under him, causing him to smack his face on the apron. Pugh revels in this but for only a moment as Quincy does the same to him, pulling his feet from under him and dragging him to the floor feet first. The three men brawl on the outside, unaware of the low-lying Cavallo. Rob makes his way to a near turnbuckle and catches all three men completely off guard, nailing them with a suicide Corkscrew Moonsault to the floor! The crowd is going nuts as all four competitors are laid out!
Jones and Cavallo are the first to get up. Rob shoves Jones back into the ring to try and finish the job. They lock up, but it doesn’t last long. Jones snapmares Cavallo to the mat and dropkicks the back of his head. Jones hits the ropes and returns with sharp elbow drop with a load of steam behind it! While Pugh and Voltaire brawl on the floor, Jones pulls Rob to his feet and attempts a forearm. The attempt is blocked and countered by Cavallo with an attempt of his own. Jones blocks his attempt and attempts to leap on Rob Cavallo’s shoulders and put him away with a huracarrana. Rob blocks the move however, keeping Quincy on his shoulders. Pugh slides into the ring and runs to Cavallo, leaps up and nails Jones with a back-cracker as Cavallo sits out into a powerbomb. Jones is done for as Cavallo makes the cover, eliminating Jones.
Eliminated: Quincy Jones 11:54
Cavallo pauses briefly to celebrate but is caught in the back by a forearm by Pugh. Voltaire has made his way back into the ring and helps Pugh as they both whip Cavallo into the ropes. Rob ducks the double clothesline and answers with a cross body, taking out both men! Rob make a cover on Pugh but only gets a two count. He tries the same for Voltaire but with the same result. Cavallo pulls Pugh to his feet and hires a few forearms before sending him reeling to the turnbuckle with a huge European uppercut! Cavallo pulls Voltaire to his feet and whips him back first to the same turnbuckle, crushing Pugh as Voltaire just bounces off stumbles to the side. Cavallo follows this up with a big splash into Pugh that makes it seem like the end is near for him. Cavallo slips to the outside and looks to hit the Back to the Future. Rob slingshots over but is caught with by Pugh who slams Cavallo gut first onto his knee. Adam smells blood and goes up top, looking for a senton to finish the job. Pugh leaps and makes his impact… on the knees for Cavallo! Voltaire grabs the stunned Pugh and drives him head first into the mat with the Shellshock. Voltaire makes the pin and out goes Pugh who quite possibly could be have been caught looking ahead to his title match next week.
Eliminated: Adam Pugh 17:35
The two remaining men are exhausted but Voltaire is riding high on momentum and looks to take advantage. He whips Cavallo into the ropes but the tougher Rob takes him down with a shoulder tackle. Voltaire is back in the mix quickly as Cavallo leaps over him but is taken down with a hip toss which is quickly followed up by a sleeper hold applied by Mathew Voltaire. The hold is really taking effect as Cavallo begins to fade. He’s nearly done for as the ref raises Cavallo’s hand and it limply falls. The ref tries again but the same result occurs. Cavallo’s hand nearly falls a third time but he snaps to life keeping it raised! The crowd is on their feet cheering on Cavallo who sends a few elbows into Mathews gut before gaining more energy and hitting the ropes. Cavallo looks to hit something big, but Voltaire sticks him with a drop toe hold which is quickly followed up by a stiff basement dropkick to the face!
Voltaire helps Cavallo to his feet and looks to hit a Sliced Bread #2. Cavallo halts this notion and nails Mathew with an Enziguiri! Voltaire is motionless on the mat as Cavallo looks to capitalize. Rob is perched as he waits but instead waits too long as Voltaire crotches him on the turnbuckle by shaking the ropes. Voltaire climbs the nest with Cavallo as the trade a few blows. Rob takes the upper hand and gets Mathew in a facelock, looking for a cutter from the top! Voltaire counters this with a knee to gut, instead grabbing Rob into a super back bodydrop!! The crowd is ecstatic as Voltaire musters the energy to steady himself and await the rise of Cavallo. Rob gets to his feet and takes a Halo! Voltaire manages to roll over on top of Cavallo for a successful three count! Both men are extremely slow to their feet but share a handshake. The crowd is still showing their full appreciation as a slight smile can be seen from Voltaire’s face.
Winner: Mathew Voltaire via Pinfall at 26:25
Oh, that poor Carl Tuckerson… (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510398)
Unlike his partners, Kenzo Katana isn’t humorous… He’s vicious and malicious. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510702)
Following Kenzo Katana’s epic interview, we are back in the thick of things. Todd Duvet steps into the ring with microphone in hand, obviously preparing to speak.
Todd Duvet:
”Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, I’d like to ask you all to turn your attention to the ring. As you know, tonight is a Night of Appreciation for one of wrestling’s greatest athletes… Bruce Bishop.”
A light pop. Just a small on- alright, f*ck it. HUGE CHEERS FTW.
Todd Duvet:
”Right now, without further adieu, I’d like to introduce the man that we are here to appreciate… Bruce… BISHOP!”
“Collapse” immediately hits the speakers, and Todd Duvet retreats to a corner of the ring. The fans roar as the song begins to pick up, and after the short drum solo, Bruce Bishop bursts through the curtain and into the arena. Bishop stands amidst the fans for a few moments and looks around the arena with a smile on his face. After looking around a bit more, Bruce begins to walk towards the ring while slapping the hands of the fans and stops as he reaches the ring. Instead of going right in, Bruce walks around the perimeter of the ring, making sure to greet with every fan that holds their hand out. After making a round, Bruce climbs onto the ring apron and steps over the top rope and into the ring. The Bishop of Blood now walks to each turnbuckle and mounts it, throwing his arms up and pointing to the fans in the crowd. When he finishes, Todd Duvet walks up to him and hands him a microphone, shakes his hand, then exits the ring. “Collapse” cuts, and Bruce stands in the center of the ring. He lifts the microphone up, but his words are drowned by a sea of chants.
“BISHOP! BISHOP! BISHOP!”
The chants continue for just a bit longer, and Bruce finally manages to get a word in.
Bruce Bishop:
”… I guess you’re happy to see me.”
Yeah, more cheers, you crowd-whoring bastard.
Bruce Bishop:
”Well… I’d just like to say this… it’s damn good to be here.”
More cheers plz.
Bruce Bishop:
”In other words, it’s damn good to be here where the real wrestlers compete. That’s not a shot at the company which I’m actually employed by… That’s just the truth.”
Indeed it is, Bruce, indeed it is.
Bruce Bishop:
”These past two years have been two of the most insane years of my life. When I came into this business, I didn’t expect to become the huge star that I am today. I just wanted to… well… beat the living hell out of a few people here and there and be done with it. But of course, we all know what happened… a few matches here and there… a blood feud with Dante Priest… and I win my first title. The HCW Extreme Championship. Then I keep on moving up and beat five other men in an Elimination Chamber to become the HCW World Champion. Some could say that it’s been downhill since then… losing to Misfit and being forced to fight a whole bunch of other guys that aren’t leading me to title shots, but hell, it’s no big deal because simply put, I love wrestling.
Because I love wrestling… I felt it necessary to come visit PWW. See, as most of you know, my home company hasn’t been doing too well lately. We’re starting to hit an upswing, but damn, things just aren’t as good as they used to be. So I thought to myself, ‘Damn, I have to visit a place where I can wrestle a good match or two’. That brought me to PWW. Although my contract states that I’m not supposed to visit other companies, the head honchos have a lot of respect for me, and they decided to give me a bit of leeway here. So after negotiating with them, I called up James Simpson. I asked him if I could visit Philadelphia for a few shows. He asks me how much I’m asking for… I tell him not a single penny, because being in front of some of the greatest wrestling fans in the world is payment enough.”
Ah, a round of applause for the big man breaks out, followed by a “THANK YOU BRUCE!” chant. Bishop smiles before continuing.
Bruce Bishop:
”After that, it was all academic. I had myself a fight with Dante Priest last night… but I’m still here to compete for all of you tonight.
And it seems that my opponent is Mr. Angry Drunkard himself… Roderick Brookes.”
Massive boos for that jackass. Good game, Tony.
Bruce Bishop:
”It seems that this Brookes character doesn’t think he’s being appreciated enough… He doesn’t think that he’s getting the opportunities that he deserves. Roderick, let me tell you something. In this business, you don’t just whine and complain and expect to get your way. That may work for people in other careers, but in the wrestling business, that’s not how we get things done. If you want something in this business, you fight for it like a man. You don’t cuss until you slur up, spit, and scream about your boss holding you down. You beat the hell out of every opponent that gets in your way until you become recognized as the best.
That’s what I’ve done for my entire career.
When I first started out, they didn’t think I’d make it. Everybody said that I was just another big man, another gothic freak that would never get anywhere, another rookie that’d quickly fade away into mediocrity. Look at me now. A former Extreme Champion. A former World Champion. I’ve won hardcore matches, cage matches. I’ve survived to the finals in one Hardcore Battle Royal and won the other. I’ve been through it all… and I’m still standing.
So Brookes, I’m not here to hold you back. I’m not here to conspire against you with James Simpson. I’m here to give you your chance. You think you’re one of the best? Prove it against somebody who IS one of the best. You get to face the Bishop of Blood. Bruce Bishop. Right now, to me, you’re just another angry bastard who’s got more bark than bite. I’ve met plenty of others like you. When we meet in that ring tonight… I want you to prove me wrong. I want you to beat the hell out of me. Make me bleed. Prove to me that you deserve the position that you strive for. If you can prove it to me, then you’ll prove it to all of these people as well. But once you step into that ring, Brookes, I want you to remember one thing. There’s no running. There’s no hiding. There is…”
“NO ESCAPE!” is what the fans yell… and Bruce Bishop has himself a chuckle. He looks around at the crowd before speaking into the microphone one more time.
Bruce Bishop:
”… You heard the people…
No… escape.”
WHOO FOR CHEESY CATCHPHRASES THAT STILL WORK! “Collapse” hits one more time, and Bruce drops the microphone before rolling out of the ring. He heads back towards the entrance, slapping the hands of the fans along the way. Once he reaches the curtain, he turns around, faces the fans and bows to them, showing his respect for this great crowd. More applause for Bruce as he steps through the curtain, and we head to our next segment.
The Awakening’s dreams seem to be shattered… (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=510378)
Match five:
The Awakening versus Revolution/Kenzo Katana
Exhibition: Six-Man Tag Team match’
Written by Dean
We’ve got a huge six-man tag team sub-main event match on our hands now – Falcon and Van Leer start things off. The fans don’t have to wait for two of the biggest names in the wrestling industry to combat. We go into a lock-up, and Van Leer rather easily pushes Falcon into a neutral corner. Leer tries to get a clean break, but Falcon jabs him in the eye as the former World Champion is backing out of the corner. Darius slaps the taste out of Van Leer’s mouth, rocking him, and immediately strings together some forearm shots in close distance. He pulls Van Leer’s head down to bring him to his level, and unleashes a few more shots before shoving him into the ropes. Falcon attempts an Irish whip, but Lance reverses with ease, sending Darius into the ropes. Falcon returns, and Lance ducks under a clothesline attempt, turning quickly and kicking Falcon in the stomach to double him over. Lance grabs Falcon into a suplex, hoisting him high into the air. He holds him… then ultimately drives the atheistic straight-edger into the canvas with a Jackhammer!
The fans cheer Van Leer (lolrhyme) as he makes the cover, getting a two count. Lance pulls Falcon up quickly and puts him in his corner, chopping him fiercely in the chest. Lance tags into Katana, who steps into the ring and takes stance, preparing to brutalize Falcon, but Darius tags into KANSHI, who seems apprehensive to get into the ring with Kenzo again. Katana grins and the two martial artists each try a kick at the same time, kicking each other in the shin. Neither man flinches, and they circle. The two quickly move into a lock-up, with Kenzo tossing KANSHI to the canvas with a unique judo-style throw. He leaps on top of him with vicious elbows, trying to wear down KANSHI in the early going. KANSHI fights Katana off, using knees and shots to fend for himself. Kenzo gets up after KANSHI kicks him off with a few shots to the midsection. KANSHI kips up, landing on his feet to show his agility. Kenzo approaches him, but KANSHI delivers a lightning-fast spinning back kick to the midsection. KANSHI runs to the ropes, springs off the middle one, and tries a spinning crossbody, but Kenzo leaps, nailing a knife scissor kick to the midsection, sending KANSHI to the canvas in agony.
Kenzo tags into Brady Cruise, who gets a “MOW HIS ASS!” chant. Cruise grins and pulls KANSHI up… STIFF chop to the chest lights KANSHI up, but Cruise gets a bit cocky and doesn’t see a returning kick to the midsection coming. Brady gets doubled over, and KANSHI leaps onto the back of his head with a beautiful mushroom stomp. KANSHI grunts and leaps into the air… DOUBLE STOMP to the back! Cruise lets out a yelp of pain and rolls onto his side, holding his back in pain. KANSHI tags into Tyler Hart, who immediately takes advantage, kicking away at Cruise’s back. Cruise manages to get to his feet, but Hart doubles him over with a kick and delivers a nice Canadian Backbreaker, dropping Cruise’s back on his shoulder. Cruise bounces off and lands on the mat, clutching his back again. Hart drives a few knees into Cruise’s spine before applying an amateur wrestling bow and arrow. Cruise tries to escape, but there isn’t much need, as Hart soon releases it to drive a few more knees into the spine, wearing Brady’s back out.
Hart pulls Cruise up and attempts a Uranage Backbreaker, but Cruise blocks it with some elbows. Brady grabs Hart and tries to go for his patented Cruise Control, but his back is took weak and he drops Hart on his feet, clutching his back again. Hart quickly kicks Cruise in the face with a nasty Yakuza Kick, sending Brady to the canvas. Hart pulls Cruise toward the corner and tags in Darius Falcon, who climbs to the top rope. Hart pulls Cruise up and nails a nice pendulum backbreaker, keeping him on his knee. Falcon leaps off with a huge knee drop, completing a nasty double team maneuver. Falcon makes the cover, but Van Leer comes in to break the count up at two. Falcon gets up and immediately kicks Van Leer in the leg, pissed that he intervened. Lance tries to rebound with his own shot, but the referee steps in and forces him back to his corner. With the referee distracted, Hart and KANSHI come into the ring, and the three members of the Awakening give Cruise a brutal team stomping, kicking him into the canvas. Cruise screams in pain as the three men brutalize him with nasty kicks, and Falcon soon tells the two men to retreat to the corner as the referee turns around. Falcon tags into KANSHI, and the martial artist of the group takes a few shots at Cruise, kicking him in the back.
He lifts Cruise and doubles him over with a kick to the midsection, then grabs his arm, steps over, and nails a nice modified arm wrench kick before rolling through and locking on a triangle choke! Cruise is in a lot of pain here, and his back is too weak to sufficiently fight the maneuver. He manages to pull himself to the ropes after a moment of struggling to free himself from the dreaded submission hold. Brady tries to crawl toward his corner, but KANSHI grabs his leg and tags into Tyler Hart. Hart pulls Cruise to his feet and strikes him with a few slaps before finishing the series off with a roaring elbow! Cruise falls to the canvas, and Hart immediately grabs his legs, locking on the Texas Funeral! Cruise is in a world of hurt now, and his back can’t take this punishment. Van Leer and Katana run into the ring, breaking the hold, but KANSHI and Falcon yell at the referee to get them out. He does, and Cruise manages to start crawling to the corner… But as he is, Falcon and KANSHI step into the ring, putting the boots to Cruise before he can make it. Hart pulls Cruise into a uranage backbreaker and holds him in position as KANSHI nails a running knee strike to the side of the head.
Cruise is dazed and confused, like a Richard Linklater film, and can’t defend against a frog splash from Tyler Hart! LVL is still distracting the referee, asking about a stain on the referee’s shirt, and Hart pounds the mat, frustrated at his inability to pin Cruise then. He runs to the corner and punches LVL in the head, getting a cheap shot. Hart and the referee exchange words, and Cruise crawls to the corner and tags in Katana… but the referee didn’t see it! Kenzo is outraged, and Falcon quickly runs in the ring to pull Cruise back to his corner. He feigns a tag with Hart and pulls Cruise up… double-arm backbreaker! He hits Cruise with one of his patented maneuvers, dropping his back on his knee. Cruise rolls around the ring in indescribable pain. Falcon makes the cover, and the referee counts, but Brady somehow kicks out at two. Falcon pulls Cruise to his feet and locks on a straitjacket before delivering a lungblower. Darius makes a few smart remarks to Katana, which brings the heated Japanese shooter into the ring. Hart runs in and he and Falcon double team Cruise with a double STO.
Hart makes the cover, and the referee doesn’t notice he isn’t the legal man. Fortunately, Kenzo breaks the pin up, and he goes back to his corner, reaching for the tag. Hart pulls Cruise up and tags into KANSHI now. KANSHI comes into the ring and waits on Cruise to get up, yelling at him. Cruise turns and takes a few kicks to the chest from KANSHI. The Perfect Warrior grins and runs to the ropes, coming back for a big kick, but Cruise side steps and grabs KANSHI… DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTAAAHHH~! Cruise nails a huge offensive maneuver on KANSHI, and the two men are down, crawling to their respective corners. KANSHI tags into Darius Falcon… and Cruise finally tags in Kenzo Katana. Falcon runs at Kenzo, taking a few palm thrusts, followed by a high kick to the side of the head. Falcon staggers about, and Kenzo nails a kick to his leg. He attempts a Burning Blade, but Falcon ducks under and grabs him into a German Suplex with a bridge! One, two, and a kickout as Kenzo rolls back… and locks on a dragon sleeper! Falcon is in trouble, but Hart runs into the ring and clubs Kenzo in the back of the head.
Lance Van Leer comes in now, going after Tyler Hart, and all hell has broken loose. KANSHI and Cruise are back at it now, exchanging clubs on the outside, near the entranceway. Kenzo fires a kick to Falcon’s head, sending him to the outside. Van Leer hoists Hart to his shoulder with a spinebuster position, and Katana springs off the middle rope to nail Tyler with a springboard Ganmengiri kick! Hart completes the spinebuster, slamming him into the mat as the kick gets nailed. Cruise grabs Hart and rolls him out of the ring as he himself gets inside. The three members of The Awakening are on the outside, and Cruise, Katana, and LVL nod to each other. With Lance Van Leer in the center, Kenzo Katana to his right, and Brady Cruise to LVL’s left, the three men stampede, running through the ropes with a triple suicide dive, wiping out all three members of The Awakening en stereo! The fans orgasm from the insane triple-team aerial attack, and chants of “HOLY SH*T!” fill every orifice of the arena.
Following a few moments, Revolution and Katana stand, commending each other’s efforts. Kenzo grabs Falcon and throws him into the ring, as KANSHI, Cruise, Van Leer, and Hart battle on the outside. Falcon takes a few kicks to the chest, and Kenzo springs off the ropes for a twisting kick to the head, but Darius sidesteps. Kenzo lands on his feet and takes a forearm shot to the head from Darius. Falcon nails a side Russian Leg Sweep and gets to his feet… standing shooting star press! Falcon makes the cover, but Kenzo kicks out. Darius runs to the ropes and comes back for a flipping senton, but Kenzo counters by getting his knees into Darius’ back. Falcon gets to his feet, holding his back in pain… and Kenzo grabs him – German Suplex! He keeps the waistlock on and pulls Falcon up… Dragon Suplex… Kenzo STILL keeps the hold on, lifting Falcon… AZTEC SUPLEX~! Kenzo completes the Chimera-Plex! KANSHI and Hart try to get into the ring, but Cruise and LVL pull them back respectively. Kenzo holds the position and gets a three-count on Darius Falcon, scoring the victorious pinfall for his team!
Winners: Kenzo Katana and Revolution via Pinfall at 22:48
Kenzo and Revolution are in the ring now, but The Awakening isn’t done. Hart and KANSHI attack Katana as he’s celebrating, delivering some clubbing blows. LVL and Cruise try to throw KANSHI and Hart out of the ring, but Falcon goes after Cruise’s back from behind with some forearms. After all six men brawl, Revolution delivers stereo clotheslines to Hart and KANSHI, sending them over the top rope. Katana and Falcon stare down, but with Revolution still in the ring, Darius decides to fight another day, bailing.
James Simpson illuminates on the plasma screen for the first time tonight, cursing about something.
James Simpson:
DAMMIT! GODDAMMIT! LOOK AT WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME!
All six men turn toward the plasma screen to see James Simpson… fighting with a bag of potato chips?
James Simpson:
JUST OPEN, GODDAMMIT! OH, AND DON’T THINK I FORGOT ABOUT YOU SIX!
The six men look a little bit frightened… but then Simpson reveals a six-pack of beer, putting it on the desk.
James Simpson:
Oh, yeah, we’re going to have some fun tonight…
Simpson’s intercom suddenly buzzes.
Secretary:
Uh, Mr. Simpson, you’ve accidentally bumped the on-air button.
James Simpson:
SH*T! I mean, uh, brilliant! Since you six men seem to have so much energy, next week we’re going to have three very special matches. Tyler Hart… You’ll be going one-on-one with Brady Cruise in a submission match. Since you two seem to want to beat the living hell out of each other, we’ll see which one of you backs down first.
As for Lance Van Leer and KANSHI, you two will participate in a very special match – The winner of which will face the PWW World Champion at our event two weeks from now.
And don’t think I forgot about YOU TWO. Darius Falcon, Kenzo Katana, since you two want to beat the crap out of each other so much, you’re going to have a match next week – but not just any match. If Darius wins, he will get thrown in the match two weeks from now for the PWW Championship. Just think about that, Falcon. If you win and KANSHI wins… Then it would be two-on-one against Kenzo Katana. But if you two lose, then it’ll be Kenzo Katana and Lance Van Leer for the PWW Championship, and I KNOW you don’t want to see that match, now do you? Ha… HAHAHA… HAHAHAHA! Try and have a good night, boys. Oh, and… get plenty of rest. You’ll need it!
The screen goes to black as Katana’s music hits and he stands tall with Revolution in the ring. The Awakening head backstage, and everyone is ultimately gone from the ring as we’re ready for our main event of the evening…
Scott The Scoop:
We are about to witness what is a classic in the making – Bruce Bishop versus Roderick Brookes. This is anticipated to be one of the greatest fights of all time. What are your thoughts, Blake?
Blake Straker:
Well, Scotty, I’ve seen these two in action, and they’re capable beasts. Everybody knows Bruce Bishop is a former HCW Champion, but title belts are relative to the time. Bishop could go down in history as the greatest HCW Champion of all time, but that belt doesn’t mean squat now. But this fight tonight… could forever live in the annals of wrestling history as one of the bloodiest, nastiest battles to ever be witnessed.
Scott the Scoop:
Well said, Blake. Well said. Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, our main event of the evening.
Main Event:
Bruce Bishop versus Roderick Brookes
Exhibition: Singles match
Bruce Bishop and Roderick Brookes are staring each other in the eyes, face-to-face, nose-to-nose. You could cut the tension with a knife tonight. Roderick Brookes stares Bruce Bishop with great intent to build his own legacy by destroying his. Bishop slowly moves his hand, placing it in front of him for Roderick Brookes to shake. Brookes goes to accept… but Bruce backs off, going toward the side of the ring. The crowd is murmuring as Bishop gets a microphone from ringside.
Bruce Bishop:
I’m all for honor. I’m all for respect. But tonight, you’ll have to earn my respect, boy.
The fans in the front row gape their mouths and laugh at the blatant disrespect Bruce has shown to Roderick Brookes. Roddy isn’t willing to wait, and as Bruce turns and hands the microphone back to ringside, he blindsides Bishop with a forearm shot to the back of the head. Brookes keeps the advantage of surprise, delivering a few more blows to the large back of the Bishop of Blood. He pulls Bishop into the ropes and fires off a nasty chop, turning Bishop’s chest pink. Bruce quickly fires off a forearm blow to Roderick’s mouth in return, causing the Irishman to stagger backward. Bishop delivers a chop of his own, slapping Brookes’ chest viciously. Roderick returns fire with another chop to Bishop’s chest, and the two men stare at each other for a second… before firing off repeated forearm strikes to each others’ heads! The fans get to their feet, screaming and chanting their favorite wrestlers’ name. Bishop gets the advantage with the forearms, sending Brookes into the corner. The referee intervenes and forces Bishop off… and Brookes gets Bruce with a cheap poke to the eye as he tries to leave the corner. Brookes quickly follows with a European Uppercut, sending Bishop on the defensive.
Brookes grins and clubs Bruce a few times in the back. He goes for an Irish whip, but Bishop reverses, and Brookes returns, attempting a clothesline. Bishop ducks under and quickly turns around, delivering a haymaker that sends Roderick to the canvas. Brookes holds his nose, which took the brunt of the shot, and Bishop pulls Brookes back to his feet, firing off some more shots, this time to his ribcage. Brookes manages to catch Bruce with an uppercut shot that nails him on the tip of the chin, and the momentum once again shifts. Roderick fires a boot to Bishop’s stomach, doubling him over, and grabs him for a vicious DDT! He rolls Bruce over for the cover, but it’s far too early in the match, as he barely gets a two count on the former World Champion.
Brookes kicks Bishop in the head while he’s down, runs to the ropes, and rebounds with a big knee drop, driving the point of his joint into Bishop’s bald skull. Brookes covers again, this time getting a one count before Bruce powers out. Brookes is a bit annoyed by Bishop’s nerve to kick out at one. He fires a few forearm shots to Bishop while he’s down and runs to the ropes again, setting up another knee drop. Fool Bruce once, shame on you. Fool him twice, and you’re a dead man. Bishop moves out of the way, and Brookes lands on his knee, rolling through to get back to his feet… and take a yakuza kick from Big Bruce, sending him to the mat. Bishop runs to the tangent ropes and returns with a senton backsplash that squashes Brookes under his mighty 320-pound frame. Bruce makes the cover, but this time it’s Brookes who kicks out. Bishop pulls Bruce to his feet and delivers a big slap to his chest, lighting him up. Brookes stares angrily at Bruce before screaming and firing off a series of lefts and rights. Bishop gets rocked, but quickly drives a knee to Brookes’ stomach, following with a gut wrench gutbuster. Brookes doubles over, but manages to stay on his feet… that is until Bishop runs to the ropes and returns with a vicious kick to the side of Roderick’s temple, sending him to the mat in a heap. Brookes rolls to the outside, trying to catch a break, but Bishop pursues him.
Bishop props Brookes against the steel barricade and fires off another chop to the chest. That must be number forty in this match. Brookes quickly retaliates by kicking Bishop in the stomach a few times and thrusting his elbow into Bruce’s back. He grabs Bruce by the back of his tights and head and throws him headfirst into the steel barrier! Bishop lies on the floor as Brookes rolls inside to break up the count, then goes right back outside. The camera gets a good view of Bishop, and he’s now lacerated on his forehead and bleeding a small amount. Brookes grabs Bishop by the cranium and bashes his head against the steel of the barrier! The crowd is booing him now, and a lady in the front row gets a good view of Bruce Bishop’s bald, bleeding bean. She shrieks in horror as Brookes cusses her out and shoves Bishop over the crowd protector and into a few rows of chairs, knocking them down. Fans scatter as Brookes steps over the barricade, grabbing Bishop and slamming his head off a steel chair. Brookes places Bishop’s head on one chair and climbs another, sledging the Bishop of Blood with a double axe handle to the back of the skull, causing more blood to drip on the floor, the chairs, and even some fans.
Brookes grabs Bishop and hoists him over the barrier, back to ringside. The referee is giving the two men a lot of leeway here, and Brookes returns to the ring… then back to ringside. He lifts Bishop and attempts a clothesline, but Bishop has gained back some energy and fires off a vicious shot to Brookes’ stomach, doubling him over. Brookes drops to a knee, clutching his stomach, and Bruce fires off a few shots to his head, getting retribution for his crimson-covered cranium. Bishop grabs Brookes’ by his hair and slams his face into the steel stairs at ringside, shouting angrily as the fans get behind him, chanting “Bishop! Bishop! Bishop!” Bruce rolls Brookes back into the ring and begins climbing the ropes. He uncharacteristically gets to the top rope, setting up a high-risk move. Brookes gets to his feet, a bit disoriented after Bishop’s sudden return of energy, and takes a flying clothesline from the near seven-footer! The fans are going nuts as Bishop slowly gets the cover… but Brookes kicks out!
The crowd’s pounding the PWW logo sheets on the barriers, trying to rally Bishop to his feet. Bruce slowly gets to a standing position, pounding his chest. He’s feeling it now as he lifts Brookes. He kicks Brookes in the stomach and sets up a Bishop Bomb… and nails it! Bishop moves forward to situate all his weight over Brookes… One, two, thr—NO! Brookes kicks out [Monsoon]WITH AUTHORITAH~![/ Monsoon] Bishop goes to the corner, setting up for what’s likely to be the most DELETERIOUS SPEAR in wrestling today. Bishop awaits the rise of his adversary… and Brookes slowly pulls himself up in the corner. Bruce sets up… MASSACRE—NO! Brookes moves out of the way, causing Bishop to run into the turnbuckle pads… That’s better than the post, I guess. Brookes quickly grabs the bewildered Bishop and nails a neckwrench backbreaker! Brookes makes the cover this time, but Bishop kicks out at two! Roderick lifts Bruce and locks on a clinch… Knee strikes! He drives his large knee into Bishop’s face, over and over again! The Bishop of Blood can hardly stand now, and Brookes switches up his offense… vicious slaps to the face! Brookes rebounds off the ropes and nails the roaring elbow… but Bishop is still standing, screaming at him to bring it on. Brookes uncharacteristically stops for a moment, wondering what to do. He grabs Bishop and fires off a big European Uppercut, but Bishop is still standing! Brookes panics… then mouths the words, “F*ck it!” ENZUIGIRI! BROOKES NAILS BISHOP WITH A GODDAMN ENZUIGIRI! Bishop’s head nearly disconnects from his shoulders as he collapses to the canvas, not even moving! Brookes is exasperated at trying to put him away, and both men are down now, at the referee’s mercy. The referee gets to seven before Brookes drapes his body on Bishop’s… One, two, NO! Bishop shoots a shoulder up after the flurry of offensive assault from Roderick Brookes!
The fans are chanting, “This is awesome!” now as Brookes gets to his feet, challenging Bishop to do the same. The gargantuan of a man slowly climbs to his feet, using the ropes for help. He turns to Brookes, who attempts an STO, but Bishop blocks with elbows to the side of his head. Bishop doubles Brookes over with a shot to his kidney and sets up the Perfect Kill… but Brookes wriggles free and stomps on Bishop’s foot, grabbing him into the Fujiwara Armbar! He doesn’t keep Bruce in the hold long, though, as Bruce uses his phenomenal upper body strength to power out almost immediately, getting to his feet again. Brookes kicks Bruce in the back of the leg, and while he’s off balance, grabs him… STO! Roderick slams Bishop to the canvas ferociously, and immediately grabs his legs… He’s setting up the No Cure for Cancer! If he gets it locked on, Bruce is in trouble! Brookes manages to lock Bishop’s legs together, but Bruce uses his massive arms to push up and grab the ropes, forcing a break before the hold could get fully and properly applied. Bruce crawls to the corner, looking for a breather, but Brookes is on the hunt now… He places his foot against Brookes’ bleeding skull… AND GIVES HIM THE FACE WASH! He’s taking a page from Bishop’s book! Brookes scrapes his foot against the flesh of his heated rival, runs to the opposite side of the ring, and returns… only to take a MASSIVE MASSACRE! Bishop levels Brookes with his patented spear, wiping him out! Bishop slowly crawls to his feet, looking worse for wear in this match. He pulls Brookes to his feet and sets up the Endless Agony! Bishop lifts Brookes to his shoulders… and drives him into the canvas with the modified Death Valley Driver!
Bishop is exhausted, but manages to get a cover on Brookes… One, two, thre—NO! WHAT THE FUUUUUUDGE?! Brookes SOMEHOW kicks out of Bishop’s finishing maneuver, and the crowd is in shock and disbelief! Bishop stares as Brookes, a bit surprised himself, before pointing to the turnbuckles. The audience cheers as Bruce pulls his massive frame to the top rope, preparing a high risk move, but Brookes shoves the referee into the ropes, tripping Bruce up! Bruce gets crotched on the top rope, landing groin-first on the turnbuckle! Brookes sees it’s his chance now and climbs to the middle rope, preparing to superplex Bishop off. Bruce blocks it, so Brookes climbs to the top rope so he has better leverage. Bishop fires with some brutal shots to Brookes’ midsection, doubling him over… Oh God… He can’t be… Bruce is standing up… He’s going for a SUPER BISHOP BOMB! Bruce lifts Brookes to the position… BUT RODERICK BROOKES BACKFLIPS! HOLY F*CKING SH*T HE NAILS A FRANKENSTEINER!
Roderick Brookes just huracarrana’d Bruce Bishop off the top rope! The fans are going apesh*t, and “HOLY SH*T!” reverberates throughout the National Guard Armory here in Philly! Brookes slowly crawls to Bishop, covering him… One, two, thre—NOOOOOO! BISHOP KICKS OUT! Brookes can’t believe it! Wasting as little time as possible, Brookes lifts Bishop… but Bishop drives a boot to his stomach! Brookes wraps a meaty hand around the throat of Roderick Brookes! He’s going for a chokeslam. Brookes gets lifted… but quickly gouges Bishop’s eye! Bishop grabs at his eye, and Brookes drops to the mat, holding his throat. He runs into a big kick to the gut from Bishop, who sets up the Bishop Bomb again… but Brookes counters… IRA! IRA! BROOKES NAILS THE IRA! He hooks both legs… One, two, THREEEE! RODERICK BROOKES HAS DEFEATED BRUCE BISHOP HERE IN PRO WRESTLING WARRIORS!
Winner: Roderick Brookes via Pinfall at 28:32
The fans are on their feet, and the applause is deafening after this match. After a few moments of rest, Brookes’ arm is raised by the referee… but Bishop shoves the referee out of the way… He’s got a microphone again. Bruce has always been quite the talker. Between breathing heavily, Bruce Bishop speaks.
Bruce Bishop:
…That was probably the toughest challenge of my life.
The fans cheer, whistle, and applaud the two men for what may have been the match of the year.
Bruce Bishop:
…You clawed, you scraped, and you fought to survive… Hell, you bent the rules as much as possible… But the fact of the matter is that… tonight, Roderick Brookes… You are the better man. I told you before our match that you have to earn my respect. And tonight, right here in Philly…
Cheap pop.
Bruce Bishop:
…You have earned it. You made me bleed. You made me sweat. You made me… lose. And for that, I want to shake your hand…
Bruce extends his hand, and Brookes looks out to the crowd, contemplating what he should do. Brookes slowly reaches in… and accepts! They shake! The code of honor is in tact! Bishop raises Brookes’ arm, and he is crowned winner tonight… In a returning gesture, Brookes raises Bishop’s arm… AND LEVELS HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE! WHAAAAT?! WHAAAAAAAT?! WHAT DID HE JUST DOOOOO?! The fans are booing and cussing now as Brookes has just taken out Bishop! He rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair, sliding into the ring with it. Bishop stirs, starting to get to his feet… and takes a chair shot to the head! He drops to a knee… but gets back up! Bishop, blood all over his head… dripping all over the mat… is still standing after a vile chair shot to the head! Brookes fires another, bashing the steel into the skull of his newfound adversary! Bishop drops this time… but gets back up! He screams at Brookes, telling him to bring it on… and Roderick does, driving the steel into Bishop’s skull once more. The third time’s the charm, as Bishop falls to the mat, this time apparently unconscious. Brookes towers over Bishop, placing a boot on his chest and raising the chair in the air. He lifts the microphone from Bishop’s cold, motionless hand and speaks…
Roderick Brookes:
You say I earned your respect tonight Bruce… That’s very flattering… and ironic. Because tonight, I might’ve earned your respect… but you lost mine.
There’s no cure for Cancer, Bruce. I tried to warn you. I hope you're ready to die. Here comes the grim reaper, Brucey Boy.
Brookes steps off Bishop for a moment… and delivers one last, sickening chair shot to his skull, obliterating Bruce! Litter fills the ring now as Brookes confidently laughs and exits the ring, quite possibly the biggest heel in wrestling today…
OOC: Jay wrote the main Bishop segment. I wrote the latter stuff... Results are finally finished.