Dean
December 31st, 2006, 10:22 PM
Pro Wrestling Warriors presents
No Escape (http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b296/MasterShakespeare/NoEscapePPV.jpg?t=1167625684)
The crowd is electrified in the Palestra, as over 8,000 wrestling fans are sandwiched inside the Philadelphia Arena. Tonight is a very special occasion, for it is Pro Wrestling Warriors’ first wrestling pay-per-view, “No Escape.” The card is stacked from top to bottom, but before the heated action gets underway, it’s time for the free pre-show. Instead of spending thirty minutes running down the card, Scott The Scoop decides to put his time to a more prominent use, conducting PWWInsider #4.
PWWInsider #4
Written by Dr. Faust/Dean
Scott The Scoop:
Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to a very special version of PWWInsider. With me in the studio today is current PWW employee, Roderick Brookes. Thanks for meeting with me today, Roderick.
Brookes takes a drag of his cigarette, glaring at Scoop and blowing the smoke in his face. Scott coughs a few times and waves his hand to blow the smoke out of his face.
Scott The Scoop:
Well, thanks for sharing that… Anyway, the first question I have is… How did you get your start?
Roderick Brookes:
How did I get my start? What're you, the f*ckin police? What business is it of yours?
Scott The Scoop:
No, no… I ain’t the po-po… I’m cool, G. Don’t worry about me.
Brookes sneers at Scoop, who gulps loudly
Roderick Brookes:
Fine. I started out east in Japan. I was just livin' there for the geishas and the sake, to be honest, an' someone told me it'd be a good way to make money. I worked in tiny f*ckin' companies. You know the types, couple hundred of the gooks cramped into a little "arena". An' the laws in Japan, they ain't as strict as this p*ssy sh*t they got here. So maybe back in Japan some people mighta gotten killed. It wasn't my fault. Well maybe it was, but they knew what they were in for. After about six months, I ran 4 of their "indy feds", as the smarks call em, out of business. No one'd hire me in Japan, cuz they thought I'd f*ckin' kill more of their top guys. And I woulda. Those nips, lemme tell ya. People talk about how hardcore they are, and they invented this sport. They can't take sh*t over there without breakin' like a goddamn McDonald's toy... One little piledriver without tellin' em to cover up and they're crying. "Oh my neck is broken. Oh I can't feel my legs". Bullsh*t. Suck it up and get off the stretcher you f*ckin p*ssies; the match ain't over yet. So after no one would hire me in Japan, I flew to Mexico and it was the same story till I came here to Philly. Apparently none of the sports or gamin' officials here had ever heard of me, because here I am in all my f*ckin' godly glory. Now, what's the next question? I got people to see.
He takes another drag of his cigarette and a sip of Vincent Kennedy Van Gogh. Scoop, who appears to be half asleep, suddenly snaps out of his daze.
Scott The Scoop:
Er… uh… Why did you come to PWW?
Brookes sighs in frustration.
Roderick Brookes:
I JUST f*ckin' explained that didn't I? No one would hire me in Japan, and I heard some big shot former HCW guys got sick of gettin' jobbed to half-ass robot gimmicks and came here, so it'd be a good place to get start makin' a name for myself in the states.
He takes a drag of his cigarette.
Roderick Brookes:
You see how well that turned out. By the time I get a f*ckin title shot, my hair'll turn white. But even if almost all the HCW guys here are just wash-ups, there are still a few guys worth respectin'.
Scott The Scoop:
Like who?
Roderick Brookes:
Well, Drake Vinaldi's a good friend of mine, and I respect Kenzo Katana's work as well. You don't see many nips who can speak English well enough to cut promos like that, and they're both great in the ring. It pains me to admit it, but I'm pretty impressed with this Rich Storrs guy 'swell. I mean, he's got a ways to go, but he's got the stuff, lemme tell ya.
Scott The Scoop:
How do you feel about the departures of KANSHI and Nicolas Smirnov?
Brookes scoffs at the question.
Roderick Brookes
A couple of hacks is what those guys were. They couldn't cut it down here, so KANSHI retired or some bullsh*t and Smirnov went back to his cushy job in GWE where he can job to a guy who wear's a f*ckin glow in the dark mouthpiece. Fine with me, I beat em both already anyway.
Roderick takes another gulp of his beverage of choice.
Scott The Scoop:
What would you say is the highlight of your career in PWW so far?
Roderick Brookes:
Well, if ya made me choose, I'd be stuck between my match against Drake Vinaldi or my first victory over Bruce Bishop. The crowd reaction when I came out in the wheelchair before my match with Drake was just beautiful. I know I'm braggin' alot here, but I've never seen anyone get so much f*ckin' heat.
Scott The Scoop:
You've come under fire for the explicit language, drinking, and smoking you always do on camera. What's your response to groups that protest you?
Roderick Brookes:
Grow the f*ck up. Oh, the bad man swore, Oh, the bad man is drinking. Please. If you want a kiddie promotion, go watch that f*ckin' Disneyland operation HCW. PWW is for f*ckin' adults. Period. Either get over it, or get out of Philly.
Brookes laugh to himself and takes another sip of his vodka.
Scott The Scoop:
Who would you say causes you the most problems backstage?
Roderick Brookes:
Two guys I can't f*ckin stand: Lance Van Leer and Rob Cavallo. Van Leer thinks he's hot sh*t because he was so big in MDW and HCW, and Cavallo doesn't do anything. Ever. It's really unnerving when you see him around, he's like a f*ckin mannequin.
Scott The Scoop:
Okay, it’s time for everyone’s favorite part of the interview – The Name Game. I’m going to say a name, and I want you to tell me the first thing that comes to mind.
Roderick Brookes:
What are you, my f*ckin' psychiatrist?
Scott The Scoop:
No, but you need one…
Lance Van Leer
Huge ego, average talent, big f*ckin assh*le
Drake Vinaldi
Good friend of mine, real talented, headin' straight to the top
Kenzo Katana
Great in the ring, great on the mic, definitely championship material
Terry Martinez
Assh*le, big shot, hope I never f*ckin' meet him
Daniel Shine
Impressive. Never met him but he does good work.
RYOSUKE 2.0
A f*ckin' joke.
Seth Frost
BOOOOORING. But alright in the ring
Rich Storrs
Going places, but he needs work
Nicolas Smirnov
One day we're gonna find out how much of a f*ckin' faker he is. Till then, he's just a jobber anyway
The Mime
....I'm going to kill you
Scott The Scoop:
Would you ever work for GWE or HCW if the money was right?
Roderick Brookes:
No amount of money is worth jobbing to a robot or a f*ckin' sasquatch Cuban with a god complex. I'm stayin' right here in PWW.
Scott The Scoop:
Well, what are your plans for the future?
Roderick finishes off his cigarette and drops it on the ground, extinguishing the butt with his foot
The PWW title. No. F*ckin'. Question. Now even if, like I said in a shoot a couple weeks back, Simpson doesn't wanna book me in a title match because I'm not a big name HCW star or some bullsh*t; I'm gonna get it eventually. You can only get away with burying your top heel so long before he kicks the dirt back in your face.
Scott The Scoop:
Those are some strong words
Roderick Brookes:
What the f*ck are you gonna do about it? This interview's done.
Scott The Scoop:
But I still have more—
Brookes smashes the bottle of vodka he was drinking on the table, shutting Scoop up so he can walk away
Scott The Scoop:
…Well… let’s… go to the ring… or something.
A video shows the history between Tristan Novak and Araña. We see Araña’s debut where he saved Voltaire, as well as the six-man tag team match that occurred a couple weeks ago.
Monica Lockhart wants to interview Tristan Novak. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=518169) Tristan just wants to be left alone. He smack talks Araña and makes it clear that Novak is walking out the victor in their match tonight.
Pre-Show Match:
Tristan Novak versus Araña
Exhibition: Singles
These two luchadores have ended up in the same matches for a couple weeks now. Tristan Novak has had personal beef with Araña since his debut, and he plans to prove himself tonight. We start with a collar and elbow tie-up, which quickly leads to Novak taking Araña down to the mat. Novak shows his chainwrestling prowess by locking Araña in a hammerlock from a very painful position. Araña gets to a seated position, but Tristan releases the hold and dropkicks him in the back of the head. The Hispanic Luchadore gets back to his feet and snaps off an armdrag on Tristan, taking him over. Novak gets to his feet again quickly, and the two men lock up once more. Novak forces Araña into the corner, but Araña turns the tables on him at the last second, shoving Novak’s back against the turnbuckles. Araña unleashes a loud slap to the chest, lighting Tristan up. He tries an Irish whip, but Tristan reverses and swiftly knees Araña in a gut to double him over. Novak attempts a side Russian Leg Sweep, but Araña shoves him off, sending him to the mat, and makes a pin attempt, getting two.
Novak gets to his feet and takes a quebrada from Araña, taking him down. The Spider gets to his feet again and tries an asai moonsault, but Tristan moves out of the way. Araña lands on his feet, only to take a wheel kick from Tristan that sends him stumbling into the ropes. Novak charges Araña, but the luchadore back bodydrops Tristan all the way over the top rope to the outside floor. Tristan crashes down, and Araña readies himself. He springs off the middle rope inside the ring and dives onto Tristan, nailing him with the Mayan Summer! The fans pop for the high-risk move, and both men are down on the outside. Araña gets back inside the ring first, and Tristan takes his sweet time on the outside. He finally comes back in the ring and wants to do a test of strength. Araña complies, but after grabbing Tristan into one knuckle lock, Tristan twists Araña’s arm and runs up the turnbuckles. He springs off the top rope and connects with a huracarrana that sends Araña to the canvas. The fans cheer the move, in spite of their hatred for Tristan.
Novak makes the cover, but Araña surprisingly kicks out. Tristan pulls Araña to his feet and gives him a stiff chop in retribution of earlier. Araña fires back with a kick to Tristan’s side. Tristan holds his rib for a moment before delivering a spinning back kick to Araña’s knee cap, sending him down to a knee. Novak runs to the ropes and returns for a Shining Wizard, blasting Araña in the face with his knee. He doesn’t cover, and instead heads to the top rope, where he’s setting up a big move… 450 Splash! But Araña gets the knees up, driving them into the midsection of his opponent. Tristan bounces off, clutching his midsection in pain. He stumbles into Araña who springs off the middle rope and turns, snapping off a wicked tornado DDT that drives Tristan’s head into the canvas! He hooks the leg… but Novak kicks out!
Araña makes a motion with his hands and goes onto the apron. It appears as though he’s setting up the Spiderrana. Araña springboards off the top rope and grabs Novak into the huracarrana, but Tristan grabs hold of his legs and stays standing. He hooks his legs over Araña’s arms and drives him into the canvas with a belly-to-back inverted mat slam. Novak rolls Araña over for the cover, but the luchadore has some strength left and kicks out. Novak decides it’s time to finish things once and for all. He grabs Araña, preparing the Abolition, but Araña shoves him off. Tristan swings for a shot, but Araña ducks under and nails a leg lariat, taking Tristan off his feet. Araña gets back to his… standing shooting star press! He hooks the leg… one, two, no! Araña climbs to the top rope now, setting up for a big move. It looks like he’s going for that 630 Senton. Novak sees it coming and cuts Araña off. He climbs to the top rope and grabs Araña… super huracarrana! Novak snaps the move off the top rope and drives Araña into the mat! He hooks the leg… but Araña is still able to kick out!
Tristan pulls Araña to his feet and attempts a powerbomb, but Araña flips out and lands on his feet. He kicks Tristan in the stomach and sets up a sunset bomb. He tries to flip Tristan, but Novak pushes down on Araña’s legs and throws him off his back. Araña lands on his feet and turns around, just as Tristan nails an enzuigiri kick to his head. With Araña dazed, Tristan has little trouble nailing him with the Abolition. He hooks both legs to get the win.
Winner: Tristan Novak via Pinfall at 9:23
Novak picks up the victory over Araña and towers over him. We see a shot of him going backstage and being embraced by his brother Rufus and manager Kayleigh.
Myles Ravington doesn’t need any fans. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517896) Who needs fans when you’re royalty? Not Myles Ravington. BOW DOWN!
And now begins the Pay-Per-View portion of tonight’s program…
The King of Controversy is in full effect. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517760) Lance Van Leer breaks into Katana’s locker room, defiles his gi, and ruins his black belt. How’s that for an eventful evening?
Tyler Hart and Will Bauer are backstage. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=518180) They’re picking on Brady Cruise for being Van Leer’s lackey. Rob Cavallo shows up and points out they’re Falcon’s lackey, which is even sadder. Cavallo smacks Tyler Hart in the nuts, and Cavallo and Cruise challenge Hart and Bauer to a tag team match tonight.
A recap video of what has transpired over the last few weeks between AJ Cross and Victor Scott is shown. We see some clips of AJ Cross versus Bruce Bishop from War on December 20th, where Cross delivered a series of shots to Bishop on the outside and when Cross delivered his Cross Cutter, but with Bruce kicking out soon thereafter. The words AJ, you’re ready… echo, and the image distorts before fading into a picture of AJ Cross and Victor Scott fighting from War on December 27th. Cross slams Scott’s leg off the metal turnbuckle post. We see the final moments where GillT shows up late in the match and falls victim to Victor Scott. AJ appears angry as he stares down Victor.
Victor Scott comes to the ring just moments before his match. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517883) He admits he spared Cross’ life at War, but tonight will be different. Victor Scott sees no difference in martyrdom and suicide tonight, because however your perception may vary, one thing remains constant – AJ Cross will die.
Match one:
AJ Cross versus Victor Scott
Exhibition: Singles
Scott goes into the match with the clear intent of scientifically destroying AJ Cross. Cross tries to start the match off strong against Scott, using a few punches and chops in an attempted wear down of the self-proclaimed champion of the world. Scott finds a kink in AJ’s armor by swiftly driving a knee to his gut. Scott whips Cross off to the corner, and attempts to follow immediately with a big clothesline, but Cross ducks out of the way. Scott hits the turnbuckles with ferocity, and Cross quickly spins him around, throwing right hands repeatedly at his jaw. He rocks his opponent and whips him off to the ropes. Cross attempts a dropkick, but Scott wisely hooks the top rope to prevent that endeavor from coming into fruition.
Scott swiftly charges next to Cross, driving some stomps and kicks into his ribs. AJ scrambles for the ropes and pulls himself up, but Scott stays on the offensive, clubbing a few blows into head of AJ Cross. Scott grabs The Prodigy for a suplex, but Cross slips out and goes behind Scott, rolling him into a prawn hold for two before Scott kicks out with authority. AJ runs to the ropes and returns for a shot, but Scott catches him off-guard with a swift kick to the stomach and a snap suplex. He floats over for the cover, but AJ manages to shoot a shoulder up off the canvas at two.
Scott pulls Cross to his feet and applies a front chancery. After driving a pair of knees into his sternum, he attempts another snap suplex, but Cross has it well scouted, hooking his leg around Scott’s to prevent the takeover. Cross grabs Scott for a suplex, but Victor counters it himself, blocking the attempt. AJ manages to roll Cross into a small package for just barely a two count. Cross gets back to his feet and ducks under a punch from Scott, countering with a German Suplex. He takes the 250-pound man over to a big pop, and he follows up by applying a side headlock. Cross is set on wearing down Scott in this battle, but Victor battles his way to his feet rather easily and drives some elbows into the midsection of AJ Cross. He manages to shove Cross into the ropes, and AJ returns for a shoulderblock, barley budging his opponent. Cross tells Scott to go to the ropes, and he does, but AJ doesn’t let him try a shoulderblock. Instead, he outsmarts his opponent with a dropkick, sending Scott staggering through the ropes and falling to the outside floor. Victor pulls himself up to his feet in time to take a baseball slide dropkick from Cross, sending Scott crashing into the metal barricades.
Cross goes after Scott on the outside, nailing a few punches. Scott The Scoop notes that Cross has been stepping up his game a bit lately, but he still feels he’s at a disadvantage with Scott’s superior brawling. Scooper’s words prove true as Victor turns the tide, countering an AJ Cross side headlock by shoving him into the steel turnbuckle post. Cross’ head smacks off the post, and he looks out of it now as Scott lifts him from behind. He looks like he’s going to drop him with an atomic drop or a back suplex, but instead he stretches Cross over the metal barricade. Cross is stuck like a sitting duck as Scott nails a few chops to his chest as he’s straddling the crowd protector. Scott takes a few steps back before charging forth with a clothesline, knocking Cross into the previously abandoned first row. Chairs scatter the floors as AJ’s body collides with both steel and concrete. Scott wastes little time in rolling inside the ring. The referee proceeds to count AJ out, reaching eight. Scott seems displeased with winning this way, however, and decides to follow up. He rolls out of the ring, taking an unnecessary risk to further punish AJ Cross.
Scott reaches over the barrier and grabs Cross. He attempts to suplex him back toward the ring, but AJ drives some shots to Scott’s midsection and suplexes him into the crowd, sending Scott’s back onto the concrete! The fans cheer as AJ gets to his feet, screaming and getting fired up. He grabs Scott and hiptosses him over the barrier and onto the thin padding at ringside. Cross jumps over the guardrail, pounding the apron now as the crowd rallies behind him. He rolls the prone Victor Scott back inside the ring for a cover, but Scott gets his foot on the rope at two. AJ pulls him up and attempts a superkick, but Scott ducks under and catches AJ with a saito suplex! He drops Cross right on his head! AJ appears to be out now.
Scott makes the cover, but Cross miraculously gets the kick out at two. Scott applies a rear chinlock on Cross, focusing on his neck. AJ gets some help from the fans as he tries to battle out of it. They pound the barriers, rallying one of their favorite wrestlers to his feet. Cross finally battles to a vertical base and nails a few shots to Scott’s midsection. Victor wisely grabs Cross by his hair and slams his head into the canvas to cut off the momentum. He drops a big elbow on AJ’s neck before making another pin attempt, getting only two. Scott pulls Cross to his feet once more, this time blasting him under the jaw with a European Uppercut, executed perfectly. Cross staggers into the corner, looking for refuge, but Scott follows up, raking his eyes as the referee yells at Scott, forcing a break before the five count. Scott doesn’t want to get himself disqualified here, but he’s willing to do whatever it takes to defeat Cross.
Scott pulls Cross in for The Victimizer, but Cross blocks it by grabbing hold of Scott’s leg and dropping to his knees. Cross manages to slip between Victor’s legs and grab him for a Regal Plex… however, Scott counters that with some back elbows and swiftly runs to the ropes… LARIAT! He connects with a powerful falling clothesline to Cross, sending his neck into the canvas. Cross appears out of it as Scott makes a throat slash motion, signaling that AJ is done for. He hooks the leg… but Cross kicks out! Scott seems shocked as he pounds the mat with some frustration. He lifts Cross again, trying once more for the Victimizer, but Cross blocks it and wrenches Scott’s arm. He pulls him in for a snapping DDT! The fans cheer as both men lie on the mat, exhausted. Cross slowly pulls himself up with aid from the ropes, but Scott is able to get to his feet as well. This is a battle of attrition at this point, with both men exhausting themselves. Scott attempts a shot, but AJ ducks under and responds with a big forearm. He follows up with a couple more before nailing an enzuigiri! Scott staggers as Cross grabs him for what appears to be a brainbuster. He lifts Scott, but Victor uses his weight to land back down on the mat… and quickly drives Cross into the canvas with a Gourd Buster! Cross slams off the mat, clutching at his neck in pain. Scott grabs Cross and quickly drives him into the canvas with The Victimizer! He hooks the leg, and this one is done.
Winner: Victor Scott via Pinfall at 12:32
Scott gets his arm raised after the match, but the fans cheer both men for this athletic contest.
Tyler Hart is shooting off his mouth backstage. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=518200) He reminds Revolution that The Awakening will destroy them. Hart plans to begin that quest tonight by taking out Cavallo and Cruise with help from Bauer. He then delivers an envelope from Darius Falcon to Adrian King.
A brief recap video is shown of what has transpired between The Awakening and Revolution, which consists of the introduction of Will Bauer and the argument earlier tonight.
Rich Storrs arrives at the arena. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517810) He confuses Sato Sakichi as being employed by PWW as a backstage lackey. Sakichi takes Storrs’ luggage… WITH HILARIOUS RESULTS! James Simpson is pissed.
Match two:
The Awakening (Will Bauer/Tyler Hart) versus Brady Cruise/Rob Cavallo
Exhibition: Tag Team
Bauer starts this one off against Brady Cruise. Look for Will to most likely use his size advantage to counter Cruise’s unpredictable behavior and jokiness. Cruise connects with a few shots from within a clinch, but Bauer just throws him into the turnbuckles and starts unloading with punches and forearms. The referee has to pry Bauer off, and it looks like Will is eager to get back into the thick of things in wrestling. They move in for a lock up again, this time with Bauer simply pushing Cruise into the heel corner, from which Tyler Hart makes a tag that’s blind to Brady Cruise. He comes in and fires a punch to the kidney of Cruise. Hart grabs Brady and nails a stiff chop to the chest, lighting him up. Oh, he shouldn’t have done that. Cruise responds with a chop of his own, causing a lot of pain for the young Tyler Hart. The two men begin exchanging knife-edge chops, causing each other’s chests to become pink. Hart eventually cuts Cruise off at the path by driving a huge knee into the side of his head. He nails a snapping armdrag on Cruise and applies an armlock, keeping Brady on the mat. Both men are comfortable with technical wrestling, but Cruise has a wide array of backbreakers that can’t be done on the canvas.
Hart slowly lifts Cruise and tags into Bauer, who comes in and clubs his back. Bauer runs to the ropes, preparing a big forearm, but Cruise ducks under and nails a back suplex. Brady makes the tag to Rob Cavallo as Hart gets tagged back in, wanting a piece of Cavallo after the incidents earlier this evening. Hart and Cavallo stare down for a moment before they lock up. Hart violently shoves Cavallo into the corner, keeping him at bay. The referee counts Hart down, but he brutally chops Cavallo in the chest. Hart wrings The Future’s arm and whips him into the turnbuckles, but Cavallo shows his incredible agility by running up the turnbuckles and nailing a twisting corkscrew on a standing Tyler Hart. Hart goes down, and Cavallo makes the cover. Tyler has little difficulty with kicking out at two. Cavallo makes the tag back to Cruise, who comes into the match and locks on a side headlock on Hart. Tyler grabs Cruise for a back suplex, but Cruise wrenches the headlock at the peak of the move, transitions his weight, and nails a bulldog. Cruise makes the cover, but Bauer breaks it up unnecessarily.
Cruise mouths off to Bauer, during which Hart takes advantage by connecting with a snapmare takeover on Cruise, followed by a nasty kick to the spine. Brady writhes in agony as Hart drops a big knee on his head. Hart applies a three-quarter facelock from the position and begins driving some knees into his head. Cruise is obviously stunned by the attack, but he manages to shove Hart off to the ropes. Cruise attempts an armdrag on his return, but the master of British Lucharesu reverses it. Hart takes Cruise down to the canvas and tries to apply an armbar, but Cruise grabs the ropes quickly. Hart lets Cruise get back to his feet, and the two men circle the ring. They lock up, with Hart quickly going behind Cruise to apply a waistlock. He transitions to attempt a back suplex, but Cruise counters with a headlock takeover, sending Hart to the mat. Cruise grabs Hart and tries to deliver a pendulum backbreaker, but Hart blocks it and counters with a headscissors takeover. Cruise gets back up and charges Hart, but he ends up getting grabbed into an arm wringer. Hart twists Cruise’s arm and goes behind him into a modified hammerlock. Hart puts Cruise’s other arm over his head, grabs his leg, and nails a bridging Regal Plex with a hammerlock, holding the position for a two count before Cavallo comes in to break it up.
The referee forces Rob back to the corner, during which Bauer claps his hands, comes in to the ring, and stomps the crap out of Brady Cruise. Hart goes outside the ring, and the referee doesn’t realize there was no tag made. Bauer grabs Brady into a Fisherman’s Suplex, but Cruise manages to kick out at two. Will grabs Cruise by his legs and crosses them, before placing his hand on Brady’s chin and applying The Intervention! Cruise writhes in pain in the modified bow and arrow, and Bauer grins, knowing he could force Brady to tap out here. Cruise realizes he has to fight out of the hold before it becomes any more painful than it already is. He grabs Bauer’s hand on his chin and pulls back one of Bauer’s fingers… and snaps it! It looks like he just broke Bauer’s finger, and Will immediately releases the hold, grabbing his finger in pain. Hart tags into Bauer quickly and grabs Cruise as he’s trying to make the tag to Cavallo. Hart locks on a camel clutch on Cruise, keeping him at bay. He faces Cavallo and laughs in his face, getting retribution for the antics earlier tonight.
Cavallo reaches out for a tag, but Cruise is a few feet short. Cavallo slaps the turnbuckle pad to get the crowd going as they rally behind Brady Cruise. Primestar slowly battles out of the camel clutch, making his way to the ropes. He finally grabs the bottom rope, and Hart responds by kicking him a few times in the ribs. Tyler pulls Cruise to his feet and drives him into the canvas with a back suplex. He makes the cover, but Rob breaks it up again. Hart pulls Cruise into a front facelock and tags into Bauer. Bauer grabs Cruise by his legs and drops him with a wheelbarrow suplex. Will makes the cover, but Cruise shows great endurance by kicking out yet again. Will goes over to Rob, laughing at him as he tells him he’s going to finish Cruise off. Bauer grabs Brady and applies a butterfly lock. It looks like he’s going for the Charity Act Beta… no, Cruise slips out and lands on his feet… Bauer charges… but gets dropped with a ura-nage backbreaker! The fans cheer as Cruise lies on the canvas, slowly crawling toward Rob Cavallo… Will goes back to Hart, and tags him in… but Brady tags in Cavallo!
Hart challenges Rob to come on, and he does. The two men exchange some violent shots, with Hart getting the better. He whips Cavallo off to the ropes, attempting a back bodydrop, but Rob nails a mushroom stomp on Hart, sending him into the canvas. Rob runs to the ropes and asai moonsaults onto the back of Tyler Hart! The fans cheer as Will Bauer falls victim to a spinning wheel kick via Rob Cavallo. The Future is fired up now as he tags back into Cruise. Brady grabs Hart into a fireman’s carry… and nails a double-knee gutbuster! He follows by dropping Hart on his knee with a backbreaker, and Rob Cavallo jumps off the top rope on Hart… leg drop/backbreaker combo! The fans cheer as Brady makes the cover, but Will Bauer pulls the referee out. Bauer and the ref converse on the outside now as Cavallo charges through the ropes, connecting with a tope on Bauer! The fans go nuts, and Cruise capitalizes, dropping Hart with a double-arm backbreaker! Cruise makes the cover again, but Tyler barely kicks out in time.
Cavallo gets back on the apron and makes the tag. He climbs to the top rope, setting up a high-risk move, but Bauer charges the ring, shoving Brady Cruise into the ropes. Cavallo falls on the top rope, crotching himself, and Bauer nails Cruise with a spinning Space Tornado Ogawa! Cruise falls to the mat, and Bauer kicks him out underneath the ring ropes. Cavallo is trying to pull himself back up on the top rope, but Bauer climbs, setting up a superplex. Cavallo battles back, driving a few punches to his midsection. He shoves Bauer off, sending him to the mat. Cavallo stands on the top rope… Swanton Bomb! He can’t make the cover, though, as Hart is the legal man. Tyler blindsides Cavallo from behind, nailing him with a shot to the back of the head. He pulls Cavallo to his feet… complete shot! Hart drives Cavallo’s head into the canvas. Tyler grabs Cavallo and locks on the Texas Cloverleaf! Cavallo tries to battle, but the pain is excruciating. Brady Cruise returns to the ring in the nick of time, kicking Hart in the face with a yakuza kick! Bauer pulls himself to the corner and lies there for a moment, resting. Cruise runs to the ropes, looking to return with a shot on Hart, but Bauer connects with a forearm to Brady’s back. Cruise turns around to try to attack Bauer, but Hart nails Cruise from behind, taking him down with a German Suplex.
Hart tags into Bauer, and the two men grab Cruise. Bauer lifts Cruise into a spinebuster position as Hart runs to the ropes, most likely setting up a tag team move. Cavallo grabs Hart from the outside, pulling him under the ropes, and Cruise counters Bauer with a huge DDT! He hooks the leg… one, two, NO! Brady can’t believe it. He pulls Bauer to his feet… Cruise Control! He hooks both legs… One, two, THREE! Cruise and Cavallo win!
Winners: Brady Cruise/Rob Cavallo via Pinfall at 15:46
Bauer and Hart leave angrily after the match, wearily going backstage. Brady Cruise gets on the microphone as he and Rob Cavallo remain in the ring.
Brady Cruise:
Just like old times, huh, man?
Cavallo nods as the fans cheer, and Cruise grins.
Brady Cruise:
Damn… I haven’t had a tag team match go quite that well for a very long time. Hell, I don’t think even Lance and I had that much luck against The Awakening. That was a hell of a match, Rob… And the reason I’m even on this stick after the match is because… I don’t want this to end. We just proved to The Awakening, to Pro Wrestling Warriors, and to these fans that… We’ve still got it. Revolution isn’t long since dead. It’s alive and thriving within our hearts – deep within the fans’ souls.
The crowd cheers again. Whoopee.
Brady Cruise:
What I want to know is… Do you want to make this… permanent?
On cue, Lance Van Leer emerges from the entranceway, holding a black item in his hand. He hits the ring, and Cruise and LVL look at each other.
Brady Cruise:
Rob Cavallo, what I want to know is… Do you want to join – or should I say, rejoin… Revolution?
Van Leer unfolds the shirt, showing it to Cavallo and the fans. It’s a Revolution t-shirt, all right. The fans pop as Cavallo looks at the two of them, unsure of how he should answer.
Brady Cruise:
If you don’t want to answer tonight, that’s fine. Just promise me you’ll think about it.
Rob hesitates a moment, but eventually nods, grabs the t-shirt, and the three men head backstage.
Adrian King is in the familiar boiler room. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517938) King knows he has some explaining to do. Adrian doesn’t want to be treated like a salve or a prisoner anymore. He isn’t going to blindly follow Falcon and help him ruin PWW the same way other companies have been ruined by politics.[/url]
Michael Simons hates gimmicks. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517915) He’s ready to teach Damien Helley a lesson tonight. Worshipping God doesn’t guarantee victories in PWW – Being a good wrestler does.[/url]
Rich Storrs has a copyright on his trademark? (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517768) What a pompus assh*le! Well, maybe Sakichi will give him his comeuppance.
Daniel Shine is wrestling his first match in Pro Wrestling Warriors. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=518178) He doesn’t sweat Seth Frost. Tonight, Shine will defeat Seth Frost in a pure wrestling match again and prevent Frost from claiming he’s a great technical wrestler.
Before the next bout, “Devil’s Dance” by Metallica hits the speakers, and the one and only Adrian King makes his way to the ring tonight on No Escape, getting a great response from the crowd. He has an envelope in hand, and he receives a microphone from ringside. His music cuts, and he wastes no time getting in the thick of things.
Adrian King:
Apparently, the message I gave Darius Falcon and The Awakening wasn’t clear. I am not going to be a slave for your beliefs, Darius. I am my own man… I am my own monster. Earlier this evening, I received an envelope, most likely delivered by one of your lackeys. Falcon, if you have any guts, if you have any balls, and if you’re a fraction of the leader you say you are, you will meet me face-to-face in this ring, NOW!
King lowers the microphone and paces about the ring for a moment. Nothing happens. He’s getting pissed off.
Adrian King:
Apparently my message still isn’t clear—
Before King could continue, the lights go dark, and the familiar sound of “The God That Failed” by Metallica hits the sound system. Red lights flicker, and it doesn’t take long for Darius Falcon to appear, cloaked in his usual garb. He slowly walks to the ring, with his face unseen. He places a knee on the apron and grabs the rope, preparing to enter… but suddenly, a loud smack is heard, and Adrian King falls to a knee. The lights return to normal, and a masked figure is in the ring, wielding a steel chair! King slowly gets back up, but takes another steel chair shot, this time to the back of the head! King falls to the mat, clutching his head in pain. Who we believe to be Darius Falcon enters the ring and rips off his hood, revealing himself to be… Tyler Hart? Then who’s holding the chair? It’s Darius Falcon! Falcon has proven why he’s one of the smartest men in wrestling, as he’s just outwitted Adrian King tonight. Falcon lingers over King as Will Bauer appears from the back. He goes to the special stage area, where the chair (http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b296/MasterShakespeare/NoEscapePPV.jpg?t=1167625684) for the No Escape PPV is seen. Bauer grabs the chair, slowly moving it between the barriers and toward the ring. Tyler Hart and Will Bauer lift the chair and put it inside the squared circle. King starts to get to his feet, but Darius Falcon drives the chair into his head again! Falcon, Hart, and Bauer place King in the chair, securing all the shackles. This is disgusting. Falcon picks up King’s microphone and speaks.
Darius Falcon:
…You selfish little bastard…
The crowd boos Falcon, but he couldn’t be more apathetic about them at the moment.
Darius Falcon:
After all our past history, after all the bullsh*t in HCW, I invite you here – to the land where wrestling is king, and you betray me. You greedy prick!
Falcon slaps King across the face, who’s still shackled in the chair.
Darius Falcon:
Do you think I like doing this, Adrian? It didn’t have to be this way… We could’ve been friends again. We could’ve done what we knew we were capable of in the Blood Church. There is no Bruce Bishop, Dante Priest, or Lindens to hold us back now. We were the two most promising members of the Blood Church, but instead or realizing that, you betray me… YOU STUPID F*CKING ASSH*LE!
Falcon REALLY lays into King this time, punching him right in the face. He grabs hold of King’s eyes and pries them open. Hart holds the microphone up to Falcon’s mouth.
Darius Falcon:
LOOK AT ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH! ARE YOU AS RETARDED AS THESE PEOPLE THINK? I saw something in you that nobody else saw. You think I wanted to use you… But it seems you weren’t any use to me. I put a lot of stock into you, Adrian. After you had that falling out and were blackballed from every wrestling promotion from here to Japan, I welcomed you with open arms to join the revolution. I thought you were smarter than you’d been given credit for, but it seems I was the guy who was wrong all along.
You’re not intelligent. Hell, you can’t be if you honestly thought turning your back on me was the right move. You see, Adrian, what you don’t realize… is that The Awakening is destined to be the strongest group… EVER… in professional wrestling. Sure, the Army of Darkness had its run in XGW in 2000. The Straight-Edge Horsemen had a good thing going in HCW in 2003. But The Awakening has no boundaries… We have no rules. But what we do have… is pride. We have potential. And what we have that you lack, is intelligence. You claim you want to stop being treated like a no-brains bodyguard, but you have done nothing to have proven yourself of any intelligence.
Face it, Adrian… You’re pathetic. You’re a f*cking shell of your former self, and truth be told, you were overrated then. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even have a job right now, and you sure as hell would never have made it in the wrestling business. Without me, the Blood Church never would’ve become as successful as it did. But not even Darius Falcon could lead a team of three half-wits and a hypocritical devil worshiper to victory. I had to regroup. I had to recreate. I had to compose a group of the strongest, most determined men in wrestling, who would serve the purposes I need them to serve. And in return, their names will forever be etched into the annals of history.
But you… You have forsaken me, Adrian. And now… I will show you just how replaceable you are. Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you… the NEWEST member of The Awakening… ZACK WICKED!
The fans boo as Wicked’s music hits and he makes his way to the ring, grinning sadistically. He enters the ring, standing before Adrian King, who keeps his lips sealed and his facial expression angry.
Darius Falcon:
You’ve made the wrong decision, Adrian. Wrong decisions… will lead you down the road to ruin. Tonight marks the beginning of the new era of wrestling. Tonight marks the beginning of the New Year. And tonight… marks the beginning… of The Awakening!
Before he can continue, “Ladies and Gentlemen” by Saliva hits, and Brady Cruise, Lance Van Leer, and Rob Cavallo hit the ring. The fans cheer as The Awakening bail. King, who’s still locked in the chair, gets some help from Revolution and Rob Cavallo. Falcon stares down his opposition as he and the rest of The Awakening head backstage, with their message clear.
Match three:
Rich Storrs versus Sato Sakichi
Exhibition: Singles
Scott The Scoop:
Well, this one looks… interesting… on paper? God, I hate this job.
Blake Straker:
Yeah, Scott, nobody is going to envy your position right now. It’s impossible to call action like this.
Sakichi and Storrs are in the ring as the bell rings, and this contest is underway. Storrs goes to lock up with Sakichi, but the Japanese shooter quickly goes into a crane stance, causing Storrs to back away quickly, scared. Sakichi flicks a really lame kick toward Storrs after he’s already out of the way.
Blake Straker:
WHOA! HE BARELY DODGED THAT ONE, SCOOPER! DID YOU SEE THAT?
Scott The Scoop:
…yeah…
Storrs moves in to lock up again, but this time Sakichi goes into some drunken boxing stance. He motions for Storrs to come on, and he does, but he quickly takes a bop to the nose from Sakichi, which succeeds in pissing Storrs off more than actually hurting him.
Blake Straker:
What tenacity shown by Rich Storrs! I’m surprised he’s not down for the count after that TREMENDOUS blow, Scott. Your thoughts?
Scott The Scoop:
…I wonder if McDonald’s is hiring right now…
Storrs decides to shoot for Sakichi’s legs, which proves to be a fatal mistake as Sakichi… GIVES STORRS A WEDGIE! OHHH, FEEL THE BURN!
Blake Straker:
SHADES OF CHRIS COLLINS!
Storrs gets sick of Sakichi and grabs him into a side headlock.
Rich Storrs:
I got him! I GOT HIM!
Sakichi slips out with ease and slaps Storrs on the back. Rich turns around, and Sakichi spits brown-colored mist in his eyes. Storrs rubs his eyes while screaming in pain.
Scott The Scoop:
Wait… I’ve heard of red mist… black mist… What the hell does brown mist do?
Blake Straker:
Oh, it’s the worst mist of all, Scott! It demotes you to a curtain-jerking jobber!
Sakichi chops Storrs in the chest. He tries to whip him off to the ropes, but Storrs reverses. Storrs catches Sakichi on his return with a high angle back bodydrop, which Sakichi takes on his right side. Sakichi is on his knees now, begging off Storrs. Storrs approaches him, but Sakichi delivers an eye poke. He gets back up to his feet and struts along the ring, before letting out a loud WOOOOO!
Blake Straker:
Man… Sakichi really reminds me of somebody, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Sakichi nails Storrs with a chop block, sending him to the canvas. He runs to the ropes and comes back with a big knee drop. Sakichi gets to his feet again.
Sakichi:
SLLLOOO-MMMOOOO RRRREEEEPPPPLLLLLLAAAAYYY!
Sakichi very slowly struts to the ropes, comes back, lets out another WOOOOOO! and drops the knee on Storrs’ head.
Blake Straker:
I got it – Nightmare. He reminds me of a young Nightmare.
Scott The Scoop:
Really? I was thinking of Grave Digger myself…
Storrs is PO’ed now and charges after Sakichi, but he baseball slides between his legs and trips him. Sakichi grabs Storrs by his feet… and steals his boots! Sakichi puts the boots on his hands and starts slapping the crap out of Storrs as he’s on the mat, trying to fend for himself.
[b]Blake Straker:
SHADES OF SEAN WALKER!
Scott The Scoop:
You’re just making crap up now, aren’t you?
Sakichi parades around the ring with Rich’s boots, but Storrs finally gets them back after the referee forces Sakichi to do so. Sakichi prepares to deliver Gunsmoke to Rich Storrs as he’s putting his boots on, but he stops his foot just a couple inches short and backs off. Storrs locks up with Sakichi, but quickly goes behind him with a waistlock. He German Suplexes the Japanese Shooter, but Sakichi flips over and lands on his feet. He rolls Storrs up into a schoolboy while repeatedly spanking his ass…
Blake Straker:
I KNOW SOMEBODY WHO’S BEEN A BAD SCHOOLBOY!
Storrs kicks out and gets up, pissed off with Sakichi’s shenanigans. He shoves Sakichi, but Sato doesn’t want to fight. He extends his hand to Storrs, who looks at him as if he’s joking. Storrs reluctantly accepts, and Sakichi pats him on the head… Then he gives him a hug. Storrs shoves Sakichi off, not wanting to be friendly. Suddenly, Robert runs to the ring.
Blake Straker:
Finally, the pizza guy’s here. I’m starved.
The referee tells Robert to get away from ringside, but Robert ignores him, throwing a bag inside the ring. Storrs grabs the bag and unties it… It’s some… white powdery substance.
Scott The Scoop:
I hope he brought enough for everybody, Blake.
Blake Straker:
…Yeah, do you mind if we don’t share this time? You have pretty large nostrils.
Storrs prepares the bag, but Sakichi taps the bottom of it, sending the white powder into Storrs’ own eyes!
Blake Straker:
This kid’s gonna’ be blind by the time the match is over!
Sakichi walks over to Robert, where he sparks a conversation. They seem to be taking each other’s fashion tips. This upsets Storrs, who shoves Sakichi and yells at Robert.
Blake Straker:
Everybody wants the hot fashion tips for the winter season, Scott.
Storrs yells at Robert to get in the ring. The referee tries to stop him, but Storrs distracts him by flashing some hundred dollar bills his way. Robert gets in the ring and swings at Sakichi, but Sato ducks under. Robert gets on one side of Sakichi as Storrs gets on the other.
Sakichi:
Ruh-roh.
Robert and Rich run at each other at the same time, but Sakichi ducks under and crawls through Storrs’ legs, causing Storrs and his butler to bump heads. Storrs staggers back and gets depantsed by Sakichi. The fans laugh as Storrs’ white boxers with dollar symbols on them.
Blake Straker:
I have a pair of those at home!
Sakichi isn’t finished yet. He grabs Storrs around the waist… and bites him on the rear end! The fans laugh as Storrs screams in pain and trips due to his pants being around his ankles.
Scott The Scoop:
”He… just took a bite… out of crime?” Who the hell writes this crap?
Blake Straker:
…Wait, you’re reading off MY note cards! Stealer!
Storrs pulls his pants up and catches Sakichi with an enzuigiri. Sakichi staggers into the corner. Storrs grabs him and places him on the top rope. Rich has had enough, and he climbs to the middle rope, setting up the Green With Envy! Sakichi starts climbing down the post as Rich is playing to the crowd, and by the time Rich goes to grab him, Sato has climbed all the way down to the floor, where he’s waving at Rich. Storrs yells at him and gets off the turnbuckles. He tells Sakichi to get into the ring, and he complies. Storrs cheap shots Sakichi while he’s in the ropes and throws him back outside of the ring, flexing afterwards.
Blake Straker:
That man is ALL POWER, SCOTTY.
Storrs looks over the top rope to get Sakichi… but the crafty Japanese man crawls under the ring apron. The fans laugh as Sakichi crawls under the apron. Storrs tells Robert to go in after him. Robert climbs in on the other side, and the crowd murmurs, wondering what’s going to happen. After a moment of silence, Sakichi crawls out the opposite side of the ring, and Robert crawls out the side Sakichi entered originally. Storrs slaps his forehead, yelling at Robert to go after Sakichi. Robert runs around the ring, chasing after Sakichi. Sato crawls under the ring, but Robert grabs his foot at the last possible instant. He tugs on it, and pulls it out… but it’s a prosthetic leg. Storrs looks at him confusedly, and all of a sudden, a one legged white dude reaches out from under the ring and grabs the leg back, scowling at the two men.
Scott The Scoop:
Who the hell was that?
Blake Straker:
Some jobber, I guess.
Scott The Scoop:
He must’ve been brown misted.
Blake Straker:
…Dude, that’s gross. Don’t talk about that stuff while I’m eating.
The camera shows Straker eating a huge slice of pepperoni pizza. Back to the ring, or… underneath it, Robert now has a flash light, and he shines it under the ring, looking for Sakichi. Sato suddenly crawls out another side, holding a tray of delicious cookies. He gets in the ring as the referee and Robert are bickering outside. Sakichi offers Storrs a cookie, and he accepts. He eats it… and then spits it in Sakichi’s face!
Blake Straker:
WHAAAT? WHAAAAT?! WHAAAAAT DID HE JUST DOOOOO????!!!!!
Storrs grabs the tray and smacks it against Sato’s head. Sakichi staggers about, stunned, and can’t defend himself against The Dollar Mark! Storrs nails his finisher, and Robert alerts the referee, who slides in and makes the count.
Winner: Rich Storrs via Pinfall at 10:45
Blake Straker:
Fans, I believe we have just seen yet another match of the year candidate tonight. M-O-T-C! M-O-T-C!
Straker is chanting by himself, and he soon realizes this. He sits down to avoid further embarrassment.
Kenzo has arrived at the Palestra. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517793) He’s clearly pissed and has damn good reasons to be. Katana didn’t think the match with LVL tonight was all that personal before, but Van Leer just signed his death warrant. Messing with Kenzo’s gi and belt was the last straw. KENZO… IS GOING TO KILL YOU!
Damien Helley believes in God because he is a devout follower of the Lord, not because of some gimmick! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517945) At least, that’s what he’s trying to convince us. He wants us to say a prayer for Michael Simons tonight so that he may see the light.[/url]
Match four:
Damien Helley versus Michael Simons
Exhibition: Battle Without Honor
Written by Ice Cold
As soon as the bell rings, these two men begin ripping into each other with a flurry of right hands. Neither man can seem to get the upper hand, but Damien Helley changes this by going low with a knee to the gut of Michael Simons. With Simons bent over, Helley brings him over to the ropes and drills him in the temple with a big knee, sending him through the ropes and to the outside. Michael pulls himself up near the ring barricade as Damien Helley hits the ropes on the inside of the ring. He goes for a suicide dive… but Michael moves out of the way, and Helley goes head first into the unforgiving steel. With Damien dazed, Michael immediately decides to bring the weapons into this Battle Without Honor. He reaches under the ring, pulling out the most basic of foreign objects, the steel chair. Damien rises and turns towards Simons, only to be met with a big chair shot to the gut. Helley bends over and Simons drops the chair before planting Damien headfirst into it with a DDT.
Helley rolls through the move and sits up, holding his forehead to make sure he isn't bleeding. Michael walks up behind up and blasts him in the back with a big kick, causing Damien to let out a cry of pain. He gasps for air after the kick, and now Simons lifts him up and prepares an Irish whip. He looks to send Damien into the steel turnbuckle post, but Helley reverses it and Simons' head has a hot date with the post. Simons walks backwards after the move… right into a tiger suplex from Helley! Michael's neck collides with the floor as Damien Helley pulls himself up with the ring apron. Simons looks about half dead after the move, but Helley shows no remorse as he lifts Michael up and rolls him into the ring. Damien goes for a cover but only gets the two count. He stands and lays a few boots to the neck of Simons before lifting him up. Damien gets Simons in a hammerlock and rushes forward with him, sending Michael into the turnbuckle. Helley releases the hammerlock but proceeds to drill a few forearms into that damaged neck of Simons. Damien follows up with a big dropkick to the upper back of Simons, forcing him to lean over the turnbuckle and get his bearings.
Helley now rolls out of the ring and looks under it, searching for the right weapons. He finds it… in the form of a steel chain. Damien slides back into the ring with the weapon and wraps it around his fist, waiting for Michael to get up. Once he does, Helley goes for a big swing, but Simons manages to duck under it. Damien turns around and gets caught with some big shots to the face, backing him up towards the ropes. Simons does the quick spin and runs to the opposite ring before coming back at Helley. Damien goes for a desperation swing with that chained up fist, but Simons ducks under it and drills him in the gut with a spear! Both men tumble through the ropes and to the outside, and Damien releases his grip on the chair. Simons favors that neck of his a bit, but he stands up and picks up the chain that Helley dropped. Damien crawls towards the ring steps and pulls himself up as Michael curls the chain up like a whip. Once Helley gets to his feet, he turns around and barely dodges a whip from the steel chain. The chain collides with steps and Helley circles around the ring. Michael Simons follows him, but Damien Helley sees the steel chair from earlier, picks it up, and throws it right into the face of Simons.
The Unknown stumbles backwards but holds onto the chain. Damien Helley walks over to Simons and grabs the chain, looking to pry it away from Simons, but instead a tug-of-war match begins. It doesn't look like either man is going to win, but Simons gets a bit fed up and runs at Helley with the chain, striking him right in the forehead. With Helley stunned, Michael manages to yank the chain away and gets ready to whip Damien again, but this time he desperately rolls into the ring. Michael slides in after but Helley crawls away and out of the ring. Michael drops the chain and tries to grab Damien from over the top rope, but The Savior manages to snatch a trash can lid from under the ring and blasts Simons in the head with it. Michael falls to the mat as Damien drops the lid and reaches under the ring for some more weaponry. He now pulls out the trashcan that the lid belongs to, as well as the classic wooden table. Helley throws the trashcan into the ring, looking to hit Simons, but Michael rolls out of the way. Helley now slides the table into the ring before sliding it after it. Simons is on one knee, but Damien Helley runs at him and plants him with a superkick to the back of the head! The Unknown falls face first onto the mat and Helley goes for a surprise cover, only managing to get two.
Damien quickly gets up and looks at the weapons that he's brought into the ring. He decides to use the trashcan first and grabs it before shoving walking over to one of the corners. Helley shoves the trashcan in between the second and third ropes and turns around to attack Michael Simons, who is now resting in the opposite corner. Damien walks over to his opponent and grabs him by the arm, looking for an Irish whip into the trashcan. Simons manages to reverse the move, but Helley shows great agility by leaping up to the top rope. Damien flies backwards with a moonsault… but eats the mat as Simons moves out of the way. Michael immediately takes advantage of the situation by picking up the steel chain from earlier. He then proceeds to give Helley one big whip across the back! Damien yells in pain, but Simons doesn't let up, catching Helley with another whip of the chain. Helley tries to rolls out of the ring, but Simons grabs him by the hair and lifts him to his feet. Damien favors his back, and Michael Simons lifts him up into a spinebuster position. Instead of driving him down, Simons runs forward… and drills Helley back first into the trashcan!
Helley bounces out of the corner and onto the mat, holding his back as Michael Simons yanks the trash can out of the corner and tosses it to the outside. Simons now looks at the table brought into the match earlier and begins to set it up. However, he doesn't notice Damien Helley crawling towards that often used steel chain. Helley wraps it around his right fists and puts that fist behind his back as Michael now tries to lift him up. Before Simons can attack, Damien fires off with the chain-covered fist, drilling Michael in the head. Simons is immediately busted open and now Helley takes the advantage. He lifts Michael up and places him in the turnbuckle with his back to the ring. He then grabs the table and places it behind Simons before sliding to the outside. With Simons draped over the turnbuckle, Helley walks up the steel ring steps and wraps the steel chain around his opponent's neck before yanking it down, choking Michaels between the top turnbuckle pad and the chain. Damien gives the chain a few solid tugs before letting the chain drop, and Michael Simons falls backwards onto the wooden table while holding his neck.
Helley smirks as he now walks up the steps and climbs onto the top rope in front of the table that Simons lays on. Damien looks to the crowd with a smirk on his face, and then points up to his Lord and Savior… before flying off with a Shooting Star Press! But no! Simons moves out of the way! Helley crashes through the table and both men are down! There are no count-outs, but Michael Simons soon rolls out of the way. It looks like he wants some time to gain his bearings, but no… he's just picking up the steel chain that Damien Helley left outside. Simons slides back into the ring with the weapon and lifts Helley up. He gets behind him, wraps the chain around his neck… chain-assisted Blind Eye Halo to Helley! Michael Simons makes the cover… and this one is over.
Winner: Michael Simons via Pinfall at 15:37
Frost is used to being underrated. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=518177) After he beats Daniel Shine in the pure wrestling match, Shine will learn to never underestimate his opponent again.[/url]
YOSHI has honor. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517911) This is something Myles Ravington can’t possibly know the meaning of. But after tonight, Ravington may be brought a step closer to understanding honor at the hands of Japan-Amazing.
Match five:
Myles Ravington versus YOSHI
Exhibition: Submission
Written by Ice Cold
Myles Ravington is NOT a technical wrestler, yet he still claims that he's going to win this Submission match against YOSHI. This'll be quite interesting. Hmm. We start things with a collar-and-elbow tie-up, which YOSHI gets the best of as he forces Ravington into the corner. The referee calls for a clean break, which he receives. In turn, YOSHI receives… a thumb to the eye! Whoo! YOSHI rubs his eye as the referee has a word or two with Ravington. Myles shrugs as he runs at YOSHI from behind and catches him with a chop block. YOSHI goes down and Ravington quickly mounts him, drilling him in the head with several right hands. The referee forces Ravington off of YOSHI and backs him into the corner, yelling at him to get serious. Myles apologizes and begs off. He walks back over to YOSHI, but the Magician of Destruction leaps up and catches Myles in the side of the head with an enzuigiri.
Ravington drops to the mat and YOSHI puts him in a grounded front chancery. YOSHI gets to his feet in a squatting position and rises, bringing Ravington up with him. Myles fights back with a few stiff punches to the gut of YOSHI forcing him to let the hold go. Myles now runs to the ropes and comes back, ducking a clothesline from YOSHI and getting behind him… SLEEPER HOLD! YOSHI quickly moves forward and gets close to the ropes, but Ravington isn't letting go anytime soon. YOSHI now manages to jump up with Ravington still holding onto him and bounces his feet off of the second rope. Ravington falls backwards under YOSHI's momentum, and the man who claims to be Japan-amazing rolls backwards and onto his feet. Ravington quickly gets up as YOSHI comes at him, and Myles catches his opponent with a swift kick to the gut. YOSHI bends over and Ravington grabs his arm… arm wrench! Ravington laughs at the pace-changing move that has pissed off the fans… but YOSHI takes offense. He rolls forward and gets in front of Myles before throwing him across the ring with a monkey flip.
Ravington gets up and runs towards YOSHI, only to get taken down with a big huracarrana. Myles quickly uses the ropes to pull himself back up, and YOSHI now catches him from behind with a sleeper hold of his own! Ravington now gets close to the ropes and prepares to do the same move that YOSHI did earlier. He jumps up and bounces his legs off of the second rope. He falls backwards onto YOSHI… but YOSHI doesn't release the hold and simply locks Ravington in a body scissors as well. Myles hastily reaches for the ropes and forces the rope break. YOSHI lets Ravington go, and he decides to slide out of the ring after that DEVASTATING sleeper he was just in. YOSHI takes offense to Ravington's tactics. Myles makes the mistake of getting into an argument with a rather chubby fan on the outside, and YOSHI prepares for attack. Ravington turns around… springboard shooting star press to the outside! YOSHI completely takes out Myles as a large "PWW!" chant begins. YOSHI lifts Ravington up and tosses him into the ring before sliding in after him. YOSHI immediately mounts Myles and puts him in a camel clutch. RAVINGTON'S BEING MADE HUMBLE!
Myles squirms for the ropes but doesn't tap out. After a few more moments in the hold, YOSHI decides to let his opponent go and lifts him to his feet. Myles is caught in the jaw with a few big forearms then sent to the corner with an Irish whip. YOSHI runs towards Myles looking for a big splash, but Ravington ducks through the ropes and onto the ring apron. YOSHI collides with the turnbuckle and stumbles backwards as Ravington ascends the turnbuckle. YOSHI turns around again but gets caught with a big missile dropkick! Ravington makes the cover… but remembers that it isn't a regular match. GG. He pounds the mat in frustration but gets up and stalks YOSHI. YOSHI gets to his feet and Ravington attempts the Royal Cut… but he's shoved to the ropes. Myles comes back right into a dropsault from YOSHI. YOSHI lands on his feet as Ravington bounces off the ropes again, and this time YOSHI grabs him by the legs and drops him to the mat. Ravington is flipped over onto his front side and pulled towards the center of the ring… right into an STF! Myles is trapped in the hold, and YOSHI wrenches at his neck with reckless abandon.
Ravington slowly but surely moves towards the ropes, but YOSHI isn't letting up on the pressure. Myles finally grabs the ropes and rolls onto the ring apron as YOSHI stands up. Ravington is up and YOSHI now gives him a big right hand to the face. Ravington looks like he's going to fall off the apron… but holds onto the top rope. YOSHI now gives him a big left… and Ravington still holds on. YOSHI looks to the crowd… and leaps up for a big enzuigiri, but Ravington ducks under it. YOSHI falls to the mat and Ravington quickly slingshots himself back into the ring and lands a big leg drop across YOSHI's head. Ravington lifts YOSHI up and places him in the corner before letting fly with some close fisted shots to the face. The referee yells at Myles, and Ravington's had enough of the authority and gets in the referee's face. The two begin to argue, and YOSHI comes at Ravington from behind, grabbing him and tossing him into the turnbuckle. YOSHI lifts Ravington up to the top rope and climbs up with him, now looking for a superplex. Ravington quickly fights out of the move with right hands and shoves YOSHI off the top… and right into the referee. Heeeeere we go.
The ref stumbles backwards and face first into the turnbuckle pad of the opposite corner. As YOSHI goes to check on him, Myles Ravington stays perched on the top rope and reaches into his white boots… pulling out a pair of brass knuckles. He places them on his hand and waits for YOSHI to come back to him. When he turns around, Ravington pretends that he's dazed… but then flies off the top, startling YOSHI and drilling him with a huge shot from those brass knuckles. Ravington immediately pulls the knuckles off and tosses them to the outside before grabbing YOSHI… MAIN EVENT SLEEPER! The referee shakes out the cobwebs and watches the action, but YOSHI's already been knocked out by the brass knuckles shot. The ref checks on YOSHI… and has no choice but to ring the bell, awarding the victory to Myles Ravington.
Winner: Myles Ravington via Pass Out at 13:11
Ravington celebrates after the match as the crowd boos him. He puts on his robe and raises his scepter, ignoring the fans’ dislike for him.
Roderick Brookes wants nothing more than for Bruce Bishop to die. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=518055) No, wait, he wants to kill PWW as a whole. Well, Bishop is a nice start.
Vinaldi threatens Simpson in his office. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517819) Don’t these assh*les have anything better to do, like prepare for battle or something?
A video recap of what has transpired between Drake Vinaldi and Voltaire is shown. It all begins when Vinaldi snapped after he lost the six-way ladder match for a title shot. He attacked Voltaire with brutal force. We get some clips of the matches that have lead up to this one, the falls count anywhere match at No Escape.
Match six:
Drake Vinaldi versus Voltaire
Exhibition: Falls Count Anywhere
These two are at each other’s throats before the opening bell. Vinaldi begins to fiercely choke Voltaire until the resourceful high flier rakes his eyes. Voltaire bails the ring, quickly going after some weapons. Vinaldi follows him outside and avoids a misguided chair from Voltaire, which ends up smacking the floor. Voltaire runs at Vinaldi, only to get caught with a vicious kick to the ribs. Drake starts kicking Voltaire in the midsection repeatedly to wear him down, but Voltaire catches one of the kicks and takes Drake over with a dragon screw on the hard wood floor. Voltaire runs and jumps off the apron, nailing a moonsault on Vinaldi. He doesn’t cover; instead, Voltaire goes seeking some more weapons. He finds a steel ladder and pulls it out from under the ring, which results in the crowd popping huge. Voltaire doesn’t have time to set the ladder up before Vinaldi nails him from behind with a dropkick. Matt drops the ladder, and Drake rolls him back inside the ring. He starts stomping the crap out of Voltaire as he tries to pull himself up to his feet.
Voltaire grabs one of Vinaldi’s feet to try to stop the kicks, but Vinaldi stomps Voltaire’s back with his free leg a few times to get him off his foot and then kicks him in the head. Voltaire holds his forehead as Vinaldi runs to the ropes and returns with a sliding dropkick to his skull. Voltaire rolls on the mat in excruciating pain, and Vinaldi stalks him. Voltaire’s on his knees now, trying to fight through the pain, but Vinaldi connects with a few kicks to the chest. Voltaire tries to get to his feet, but Vinaldi blasts him in the head with a nasty knee. Voltaire falls back, clutching at his nose, which is now bleeding. Vinaldi lifts him and slaps the taste out of his mouth. The Sicilian Shooter mounts Voltaire and starts drilling him in the skull with lefts and rights. Voltaire manages to fend for himself somewhat, but Vinaldi is still doing well at connecting. Vinaldi eventually lets off him and goes outside, leaving Voltaire in the ring. Drake looks under the ring, probably for weapons. He finds a table, which results in a pop from the crowd, and pulls it out. Before he can set it up at ringside, Voltaire dives through the ropes with a tope con hilo, wiping Vinaldi out!
Both men are lying on the floor after the dive, and Voltaire manages to pull himself up with aid from the guardrail. Vinaldi gets to his feet soon as well, but Voltaire delivers a spinning heel kick that sends Vinaldi into the steel barriers. Voltaire charges again, this time with a huge clothesline that sends both men over the barrier and into the crowd. The spill isn’t easy for either man to recover from, but Voltaire gets to his feet first. He grabs hold of a steel chair and throws it on Vinaldi, hitting him in the back. Vinaldi crawls away from Voltaire as he pursues with a couple steel chairs. Voltaire has a chair in either hand as Vinaldi gets to his feet. Voltaire swings one chair toward Vinaldi, but he kicks it out of his hand, sending it off for a distance. Voltaire grips the other one with both hands and swings at Drake, but he avoids the shot and nails an enzuigiri that sends the steel chair into Voltaire’s head.
Vinaldi grabs the bloody Matt Voltaire and throws him back over the guardrail to ringside. Voltaire is the one who’s trying to crawl away from Vinaldi now, but Drake stomps on his hand. Voltaire holds his hand in agony, and Drake nails a lightning-fast kick to his head, drilling him into the floor. Vinaldi leaps into the air, nailing a double stomp to the back of Vinaldi’s head! OUCH! He rolls Matt over for a cover, but somehow only gets a two count from the referee, who’s had a great deal of difficulty keeping up with these two. Vinaldi grabs the table from earlier, setting it up at ringside. He grabs Voltaire and puts him on the table on the outside of the ring. Vinaldi delivers some chops to his chest before going back inside the ring. Drake climbs the ropes… Oh, my God… He can’t be… Drake’s setting up a Lunatic High off the top rope on Voltaire through a table on the outside, but Voltaire manages to roll off the table first. Voltaire keeps away from Drake’s side of the ring, and Vinaldi hops off the turnbuckle, onto the apron. He runs along the apron and leaps off, catching Voltaire with a vicious flying kick to the head!
Vinaldi takes a moment to rest before getting the table and bringing it forward a few inches. He goes after Voltaire again, clubbing him in the back of the head. He grabs him for a suplex, but Voltaire somehow blocks it and drapes Vinaldi over the steel barricade with a front suplex. He nails a dropkick to Vinaldi’s back, followed by leaping onto the barrier and leg dropping Vinaldi while he’s draped over it! Voltaire gets fired up, despite being quite bloody by this point. He grabs the ladder and sets it up. Voltaire grabs Vinaldi and places him on the table before climbing the ladder. He’s one suicidal maniac. Voltaire reaches the top of the ladder, facing Vinaldi, who’s lying on the table. Voltaire flips off with an SSP… but Vinaldi moves! Voltaire goes crashing through the table, and Vinaldi gets away scot-free! There’s a moment of silence… before a “HOLY SH*T!” chant ensues from the Philly crowd.
Vinaldi looks down as Voltaire, who’s lying face down in a puddle of his own blood, with broken pieces of table lying around him. Drake moves the fragments of the table away and roll Voltaire over, pinning him with one foot… One, two, thre—WHAT? Voltaire SOMEHOW kicks out. Vinaldi can’t believe it, and this time makes a proper cover. He once again barely misses the three count. Vinaldi grabs a steel chair from earlier and throws it into the ring. He lifts Voltaire’s lifeless body and rolls him in the ring underneath the bottom rope. Vinaldi grabs another steel chair and tosses it in the ring as well. Drake gets inside the ring, and Voltaire is trying to crawl to the ropes. Vinaldi kicks him ferociously in the head, most likely knocking him out. He grabs the steel chair and sets it up so that if you were sitting in it, you would be facing one of the corners. He grabs Voltaire and puts his head on the seat of the chair. Vinaldi climbs to the top rope with the other chair… This is f*cking insane… LUNATIC HIGH WITH A STEEL CHAIR ONTO VOLTAIRE’S HEAD ON A CHAIR! HOLY F*CKING ****! Voltaire is DEAD! Vinaldi makes the cover… and gets the three count.
Winner: Drake Vinaldi via Pinfall at 14:55
Bruce Bishop isn’t intimidated by Roderick Brookes. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=518173) Hell, he’s already been ass-raped by Satan. What’s left to be scared about?
Kenzo Katana and Lance Van Leer are at each other’s throats. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517837) That poor James Simpson… All this unnecessary stress on his already weak heart.
We go backstage, where Roderick Brookes and Daniel Shine are standing outside the janitor’s closet. Shine and Brookes are shaking hands.
Daniel Shine:
Remember what I told you, and you’ll do fine.
Shine and Brookes chuckle before Dan leaves for his match.
No Escape (http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b296/MasterShakespeare/NoEscapePPV.jpg?t=1167625684)
The crowd is electrified in the Palestra, as over 8,000 wrestling fans are sandwiched inside the Philadelphia Arena. Tonight is a very special occasion, for it is Pro Wrestling Warriors’ first wrestling pay-per-view, “No Escape.” The card is stacked from top to bottom, but before the heated action gets underway, it’s time for the free pre-show. Instead of spending thirty minutes running down the card, Scott The Scoop decides to put his time to a more prominent use, conducting PWWInsider #4.
PWWInsider #4
Written by Dr. Faust/Dean
Scott The Scoop:
Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to a very special version of PWWInsider. With me in the studio today is current PWW employee, Roderick Brookes. Thanks for meeting with me today, Roderick.
Brookes takes a drag of his cigarette, glaring at Scoop and blowing the smoke in his face. Scott coughs a few times and waves his hand to blow the smoke out of his face.
Scott The Scoop:
Well, thanks for sharing that… Anyway, the first question I have is… How did you get your start?
Roderick Brookes:
How did I get my start? What're you, the f*ckin police? What business is it of yours?
Scott The Scoop:
No, no… I ain’t the po-po… I’m cool, G. Don’t worry about me.
Brookes sneers at Scoop, who gulps loudly
Roderick Brookes:
Fine. I started out east in Japan. I was just livin' there for the geishas and the sake, to be honest, an' someone told me it'd be a good way to make money. I worked in tiny f*ckin' companies. You know the types, couple hundred of the gooks cramped into a little "arena". An' the laws in Japan, they ain't as strict as this p*ssy sh*t they got here. So maybe back in Japan some people mighta gotten killed. It wasn't my fault. Well maybe it was, but they knew what they were in for. After about six months, I ran 4 of their "indy feds", as the smarks call em, out of business. No one'd hire me in Japan, cuz they thought I'd f*ckin' kill more of their top guys. And I woulda. Those nips, lemme tell ya. People talk about how hardcore they are, and they invented this sport. They can't take sh*t over there without breakin' like a goddamn McDonald's toy... One little piledriver without tellin' em to cover up and they're crying. "Oh my neck is broken. Oh I can't feel my legs". Bullsh*t. Suck it up and get off the stretcher you f*ckin p*ssies; the match ain't over yet. So after no one would hire me in Japan, I flew to Mexico and it was the same story till I came here to Philly. Apparently none of the sports or gamin' officials here had ever heard of me, because here I am in all my f*ckin' godly glory. Now, what's the next question? I got people to see.
He takes another drag of his cigarette and a sip of Vincent Kennedy Van Gogh. Scoop, who appears to be half asleep, suddenly snaps out of his daze.
Scott The Scoop:
Er… uh… Why did you come to PWW?
Brookes sighs in frustration.
Roderick Brookes:
I JUST f*ckin' explained that didn't I? No one would hire me in Japan, and I heard some big shot former HCW guys got sick of gettin' jobbed to half-ass robot gimmicks and came here, so it'd be a good place to get start makin' a name for myself in the states.
He takes a drag of his cigarette.
Roderick Brookes:
You see how well that turned out. By the time I get a f*ckin title shot, my hair'll turn white. But even if almost all the HCW guys here are just wash-ups, there are still a few guys worth respectin'.
Scott The Scoop:
Like who?
Roderick Brookes:
Well, Drake Vinaldi's a good friend of mine, and I respect Kenzo Katana's work as well. You don't see many nips who can speak English well enough to cut promos like that, and they're both great in the ring. It pains me to admit it, but I'm pretty impressed with this Rich Storrs guy 'swell. I mean, he's got a ways to go, but he's got the stuff, lemme tell ya.
Scott The Scoop:
How do you feel about the departures of KANSHI and Nicolas Smirnov?
Brookes scoffs at the question.
Roderick Brookes
A couple of hacks is what those guys were. They couldn't cut it down here, so KANSHI retired or some bullsh*t and Smirnov went back to his cushy job in GWE where he can job to a guy who wear's a f*ckin glow in the dark mouthpiece. Fine with me, I beat em both already anyway.
Roderick takes another gulp of his beverage of choice.
Scott The Scoop:
What would you say is the highlight of your career in PWW so far?
Roderick Brookes:
Well, if ya made me choose, I'd be stuck between my match against Drake Vinaldi or my first victory over Bruce Bishop. The crowd reaction when I came out in the wheelchair before my match with Drake was just beautiful. I know I'm braggin' alot here, but I've never seen anyone get so much f*ckin' heat.
Scott The Scoop:
You've come under fire for the explicit language, drinking, and smoking you always do on camera. What's your response to groups that protest you?
Roderick Brookes:
Grow the f*ck up. Oh, the bad man swore, Oh, the bad man is drinking. Please. If you want a kiddie promotion, go watch that f*ckin' Disneyland operation HCW. PWW is for f*ckin' adults. Period. Either get over it, or get out of Philly.
Brookes laugh to himself and takes another sip of his vodka.
Scott The Scoop:
Who would you say causes you the most problems backstage?
Roderick Brookes:
Two guys I can't f*ckin stand: Lance Van Leer and Rob Cavallo. Van Leer thinks he's hot sh*t because he was so big in MDW and HCW, and Cavallo doesn't do anything. Ever. It's really unnerving when you see him around, he's like a f*ckin mannequin.
Scott The Scoop:
Okay, it’s time for everyone’s favorite part of the interview – The Name Game. I’m going to say a name, and I want you to tell me the first thing that comes to mind.
Roderick Brookes:
What are you, my f*ckin' psychiatrist?
Scott The Scoop:
No, but you need one…
Lance Van Leer
Huge ego, average talent, big f*ckin assh*le
Drake Vinaldi
Good friend of mine, real talented, headin' straight to the top
Kenzo Katana
Great in the ring, great on the mic, definitely championship material
Terry Martinez
Assh*le, big shot, hope I never f*ckin' meet him
Daniel Shine
Impressive. Never met him but he does good work.
RYOSUKE 2.0
A f*ckin' joke.
Seth Frost
BOOOOORING. But alright in the ring
Rich Storrs
Going places, but he needs work
Nicolas Smirnov
One day we're gonna find out how much of a f*ckin' faker he is. Till then, he's just a jobber anyway
The Mime
....I'm going to kill you
Scott The Scoop:
Would you ever work for GWE or HCW if the money was right?
Roderick Brookes:
No amount of money is worth jobbing to a robot or a f*ckin' sasquatch Cuban with a god complex. I'm stayin' right here in PWW.
Scott The Scoop:
Well, what are your plans for the future?
Roderick finishes off his cigarette and drops it on the ground, extinguishing the butt with his foot
The PWW title. No. F*ckin'. Question. Now even if, like I said in a shoot a couple weeks back, Simpson doesn't wanna book me in a title match because I'm not a big name HCW star or some bullsh*t; I'm gonna get it eventually. You can only get away with burying your top heel so long before he kicks the dirt back in your face.
Scott The Scoop:
Those are some strong words
Roderick Brookes:
What the f*ck are you gonna do about it? This interview's done.
Scott The Scoop:
But I still have more—
Brookes smashes the bottle of vodka he was drinking on the table, shutting Scoop up so he can walk away
Scott The Scoop:
…Well… let’s… go to the ring… or something.
A video shows the history between Tristan Novak and Araña. We see Araña’s debut where he saved Voltaire, as well as the six-man tag team match that occurred a couple weeks ago.
Monica Lockhart wants to interview Tristan Novak. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=518169) Tristan just wants to be left alone. He smack talks Araña and makes it clear that Novak is walking out the victor in their match tonight.
Pre-Show Match:
Tristan Novak versus Araña
Exhibition: Singles
These two luchadores have ended up in the same matches for a couple weeks now. Tristan Novak has had personal beef with Araña since his debut, and he plans to prove himself tonight. We start with a collar and elbow tie-up, which quickly leads to Novak taking Araña down to the mat. Novak shows his chainwrestling prowess by locking Araña in a hammerlock from a very painful position. Araña gets to a seated position, but Tristan releases the hold and dropkicks him in the back of the head. The Hispanic Luchadore gets back to his feet and snaps off an armdrag on Tristan, taking him over. Novak gets to his feet again quickly, and the two men lock up once more. Novak forces Araña into the corner, but Araña turns the tables on him at the last second, shoving Novak’s back against the turnbuckles. Araña unleashes a loud slap to the chest, lighting Tristan up. He tries an Irish whip, but Tristan reverses and swiftly knees Araña in a gut to double him over. Novak attempts a side Russian Leg Sweep, but Araña shoves him off, sending him to the mat, and makes a pin attempt, getting two.
Novak gets to his feet and takes a quebrada from Araña, taking him down. The Spider gets to his feet again and tries an asai moonsault, but Tristan moves out of the way. Araña lands on his feet, only to take a wheel kick from Tristan that sends him stumbling into the ropes. Novak charges Araña, but the luchadore back bodydrops Tristan all the way over the top rope to the outside floor. Tristan crashes down, and Araña readies himself. He springs off the middle rope inside the ring and dives onto Tristan, nailing him with the Mayan Summer! The fans pop for the high-risk move, and both men are down on the outside. Araña gets back inside the ring first, and Tristan takes his sweet time on the outside. He finally comes back in the ring and wants to do a test of strength. Araña complies, but after grabbing Tristan into one knuckle lock, Tristan twists Araña’s arm and runs up the turnbuckles. He springs off the top rope and connects with a huracarrana that sends Araña to the canvas. The fans cheer the move, in spite of their hatred for Tristan.
Novak makes the cover, but Araña surprisingly kicks out. Tristan pulls Araña to his feet and gives him a stiff chop in retribution of earlier. Araña fires back with a kick to Tristan’s side. Tristan holds his rib for a moment before delivering a spinning back kick to Araña’s knee cap, sending him down to a knee. Novak runs to the ropes and returns for a Shining Wizard, blasting Araña in the face with his knee. He doesn’t cover, and instead heads to the top rope, where he’s setting up a big move… 450 Splash! But Araña gets the knees up, driving them into the midsection of his opponent. Tristan bounces off, clutching his midsection in pain. He stumbles into Araña who springs off the middle rope and turns, snapping off a wicked tornado DDT that drives Tristan’s head into the canvas! He hooks the leg… but Novak kicks out!
Araña makes a motion with his hands and goes onto the apron. It appears as though he’s setting up the Spiderrana. Araña springboards off the top rope and grabs Novak into the huracarrana, but Tristan grabs hold of his legs and stays standing. He hooks his legs over Araña’s arms and drives him into the canvas with a belly-to-back inverted mat slam. Novak rolls Araña over for the cover, but the luchadore has some strength left and kicks out. Novak decides it’s time to finish things once and for all. He grabs Araña, preparing the Abolition, but Araña shoves him off. Tristan swings for a shot, but Araña ducks under and nails a leg lariat, taking Tristan off his feet. Araña gets back to his… standing shooting star press! He hooks the leg… one, two, no! Araña climbs to the top rope now, setting up for a big move. It looks like he’s going for that 630 Senton. Novak sees it coming and cuts Araña off. He climbs to the top rope and grabs Araña… super huracarrana! Novak snaps the move off the top rope and drives Araña into the mat! He hooks the leg… but Araña is still able to kick out!
Tristan pulls Araña to his feet and attempts a powerbomb, but Araña flips out and lands on his feet. He kicks Tristan in the stomach and sets up a sunset bomb. He tries to flip Tristan, but Novak pushes down on Araña’s legs and throws him off his back. Araña lands on his feet and turns around, just as Tristan nails an enzuigiri kick to his head. With Araña dazed, Tristan has little trouble nailing him with the Abolition. He hooks both legs to get the win.
Winner: Tristan Novak via Pinfall at 9:23
Novak picks up the victory over Araña and towers over him. We see a shot of him going backstage and being embraced by his brother Rufus and manager Kayleigh.
Myles Ravington doesn’t need any fans. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517896) Who needs fans when you’re royalty? Not Myles Ravington. BOW DOWN!
And now begins the Pay-Per-View portion of tonight’s program…
The King of Controversy is in full effect. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517760) Lance Van Leer breaks into Katana’s locker room, defiles his gi, and ruins his black belt. How’s that for an eventful evening?
Tyler Hart and Will Bauer are backstage. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=518180) They’re picking on Brady Cruise for being Van Leer’s lackey. Rob Cavallo shows up and points out they’re Falcon’s lackey, which is even sadder. Cavallo smacks Tyler Hart in the nuts, and Cavallo and Cruise challenge Hart and Bauer to a tag team match tonight.
A recap video of what has transpired over the last few weeks between AJ Cross and Victor Scott is shown. We see some clips of AJ Cross versus Bruce Bishop from War on December 20th, where Cross delivered a series of shots to Bishop on the outside and when Cross delivered his Cross Cutter, but with Bruce kicking out soon thereafter. The words AJ, you’re ready… echo, and the image distorts before fading into a picture of AJ Cross and Victor Scott fighting from War on December 27th. Cross slams Scott’s leg off the metal turnbuckle post. We see the final moments where GillT shows up late in the match and falls victim to Victor Scott. AJ appears angry as he stares down Victor.
Victor Scott comes to the ring just moments before his match. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517883) He admits he spared Cross’ life at War, but tonight will be different. Victor Scott sees no difference in martyrdom and suicide tonight, because however your perception may vary, one thing remains constant – AJ Cross will die.
Match one:
AJ Cross versus Victor Scott
Exhibition: Singles
Scott goes into the match with the clear intent of scientifically destroying AJ Cross. Cross tries to start the match off strong against Scott, using a few punches and chops in an attempted wear down of the self-proclaimed champion of the world. Scott finds a kink in AJ’s armor by swiftly driving a knee to his gut. Scott whips Cross off to the corner, and attempts to follow immediately with a big clothesline, but Cross ducks out of the way. Scott hits the turnbuckles with ferocity, and Cross quickly spins him around, throwing right hands repeatedly at his jaw. He rocks his opponent and whips him off to the ropes. Cross attempts a dropkick, but Scott wisely hooks the top rope to prevent that endeavor from coming into fruition.
Scott swiftly charges next to Cross, driving some stomps and kicks into his ribs. AJ scrambles for the ropes and pulls himself up, but Scott stays on the offensive, clubbing a few blows into head of AJ Cross. Scott grabs The Prodigy for a suplex, but Cross slips out and goes behind Scott, rolling him into a prawn hold for two before Scott kicks out with authority. AJ runs to the ropes and returns for a shot, but Scott catches him off-guard with a swift kick to the stomach and a snap suplex. He floats over for the cover, but AJ manages to shoot a shoulder up off the canvas at two.
Scott pulls Cross to his feet and applies a front chancery. After driving a pair of knees into his sternum, he attempts another snap suplex, but Cross has it well scouted, hooking his leg around Scott’s to prevent the takeover. Cross grabs Scott for a suplex, but Victor counters it himself, blocking the attempt. AJ manages to roll Cross into a small package for just barely a two count. Cross gets back to his feet and ducks under a punch from Scott, countering with a German Suplex. He takes the 250-pound man over to a big pop, and he follows up by applying a side headlock. Cross is set on wearing down Scott in this battle, but Victor battles his way to his feet rather easily and drives some elbows into the midsection of AJ Cross. He manages to shove Cross into the ropes, and AJ returns for a shoulderblock, barley budging his opponent. Cross tells Scott to go to the ropes, and he does, but AJ doesn’t let him try a shoulderblock. Instead, he outsmarts his opponent with a dropkick, sending Scott staggering through the ropes and falling to the outside floor. Victor pulls himself up to his feet in time to take a baseball slide dropkick from Cross, sending Scott crashing into the metal barricades.
Cross goes after Scott on the outside, nailing a few punches. Scott The Scoop notes that Cross has been stepping up his game a bit lately, but he still feels he’s at a disadvantage with Scott’s superior brawling. Scooper’s words prove true as Victor turns the tide, countering an AJ Cross side headlock by shoving him into the steel turnbuckle post. Cross’ head smacks off the post, and he looks out of it now as Scott lifts him from behind. He looks like he’s going to drop him with an atomic drop or a back suplex, but instead he stretches Cross over the metal barricade. Cross is stuck like a sitting duck as Scott nails a few chops to his chest as he’s straddling the crowd protector. Scott takes a few steps back before charging forth with a clothesline, knocking Cross into the previously abandoned first row. Chairs scatter the floors as AJ’s body collides with both steel and concrete. Scott wastes little time in rolling inside the ring. The referee proceeds to count AJ out, reaching eight. Scott seems displeased with winning this way, however, and decides to follow up. He rolls out of the ring, taking an unnecessary risk to further punish AJ Cross.
Scott reaches over the barrier and grabs Cross. He attempts to suplex him back toward the ring, but AJ drives some shots to Scott’s midsection and suplexes him into the crowd, sending Scott’s back onto the concrete! The fans cheer as AJ gets to his feet, screaming and getting fired up. He grabs Scott and hiptosses him over the barrier and onto the thin padding at ringside. Cross jumps over the guardrail, pounding the apron now as the crowd rallies behind him. He rolls the prone Victor Scott back inside the ring for a cover, but Scott gets his foot on the rope at two. AJ pulls him up and attempts a superkick, but Scott ducks under and catches AJ with a saito suplex! He drops Cross right on his head! AJ appears to be out now.
Scott makes the cover, but Cross miraculously gets the kick out at two. Scott applies a rear chinlock on Cross, focusing on his neck. AJ gets some help from the fans as he tries to battle out of it. They pound the barriers, rallying one of their favorite wrestlers to his feet. Cross finally battles to a vertical base and nails a few shots to Scott’s midsection. Victor wisely grabs Cross by his hair and slams his head into the canvas to cut off the momentum. He drops a big elbow on AJ’s neck before making another pin attempt, getting only two. Scott pulls Cross to his feet once more, this time blasting him under the jaw with a European Uppercut, executed perfectly. Cross staggers into the corner, looking for refuge, but Scott follows up, raking his eyes as the referee yells at Scott, forcing a break before the five count. Scott doesn’t want to get himself disqualified here, but he’s willing to do whatever it takes to defeat Cross.
Scott pulls Cross in for The Victimizer, but Cross blocks it by grabbing hold of Scott’s leg and dropping to his knees. Cross manages to slip between Victor’s legs and grab him for a Regal Plex… however, Scott counters that with some back elbows and swiftly runs to the ropes… LARIAT! He connects with a powerful falling clothesline to Cross, sending his neck into the canvas. Cross appears out of it as Scott makes a throat slash motion, signaling that AJ is done for. He hooks the leg… but Cross kicks out! Scott seems shocked as he pounds the mat with some frustration. He lifts Cross again, trying once more for the Victimizer, but Cross blocks it and wrenches Scott’s arm. He pulls him in for a snapping DDT! The fans cheer as both men lie on the mat, exhausted. Cross slowly pulls himself up with aid from the ropes, but Scott is able to get to his feet as well. This is a battle of attrition at this point, with both men exhausting themselves. Scott attempts a shot, but AJ ducks under and responds with a big forearm. He follows up with a couple more before nailing an enzuigiri! Scott staggers as Cross grabs him for what appears to be a brainbuster. He lifts Scott, but Victor uses his weight to land back down on the mat… and quickly drives Cross into the canvas with a Gourd Buster! Cross slams off the mat, clutching at his neck in pain. Scott grabs Cross and quickly drives him into the canvas with The Victimizer! He hooks the leg, and this one is done.
Winner: Victor Scott via Pinfall at 12:32
Scott gets his arm raised after the match, but the fans cheer both men for this athletic contest.
Tyler Hart is shooting off his mouth backstage. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=518200) He reminds Revolution that The Awakening will destroy them. Hart plans to begin that quest tonight by taking out Cavallo and Cruise with help from Bauer. He then delivers an envelope from Darius Falcon to Adrian King.
A brief recap video is shown of what has transpired between The Awakening and Revolution, which consists of the introduction of Will Bauer and the argument earlier tonight.
Rich Storrs arrives at the arena. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517810) He confuses Sato Sakichi as being employed by PWW as a backstage lackey. Sakichi takes Storrs’ luggage… WITH HILARIOUS RESULTS! James Simpson is pissed.
Match two:
The Awakening (Will Bauer/Tyler Hart) versus Brady Cruise/Rob Cavallo
Exhibition: Tag Team
Bauer starts this one off against Brady Cruise. Look for Will to most likely use his size advantage to counter Cruise’s unpredictable behavior and jokiness. Cruise connects with a few shots from within a clinch, but Bauer just throws him into the turnbuckles and starts unloading with punches and forearms. The referee has to pry Bauer off, and it looks like Will is eager to get back into the thick of things in wrestling. They move in for a lock up again, this time with Bauer simply pushing Cruise into the heel corner, from which Tyler Hart makes a tag that’s blind to Brady Cruise. He comes in and fires a punch to the kidney of Cruise. Hart grabs Brady and nails a stiff chop to the chest, lighting him up. Oh, he shouldn’t have done that. Cruise responds with a chop of his own, causing a lot of pain for the young Tyler Hart. The two men begin exchanging knife-edge chops, causing each other’s chests to become pink. Hart eventually cuts Cruise off at the path by driving a huge knee into the side of his head. He nails a snapping armdrag on Cruise and applies an armlock, keeping Brady on the mat. Both men are comfortable with technical wrestling, but Cruise has a wide array of backbreakers that can’t be done on the canvas.
Hart slowly lifts Cruise and tags into Bauer, who comes in and clubs his back. Bauer runs to the ropes, preparing a big forearm, but Cruise ducks under and nails a back suplex. Brady makes the tag to Rob Cavallo as Hart gets tagged back in, wanting a piece of Cavallo after the incidents earlier this evening. Hart and Cavallo stare down for a moment before they lock up. Hart violently shoves Cavallo into the corner, keeping him at bay. The referee counts Hart down, but he brutally chops Cavallo in the chest. Hart wrings The Future’s arm and whips him into the turnbuckles, but Cavallo shows his incredible agility by running up the turnbuckles and nailing a twisting corkscrew on a standing Tyler Hart. Hart goes down, and Cavallo makes the cover. Tyler has little difficulty with kicking out at two. Cavallo makes the tag back to Cruise, who comes into the match and locks on a side headlock on Hart. Tyler grabs Cruise for a back suplex, but Cruise wrenches the headlock at the peak of the move, transitions his weight, and nails a bulldog. Cruise makes the cover, but Bauer breaks it up unnecessarily.
Cruise mouths off to Bauer, during which Hart takes advantage by connecting with a snapmare takeover on Cruise, followed by a nasty kick to the spine. Brady writhes in agony as Hart drops a big knee on his head. Hart applies a three-quarter facelock from the position and begins driving some knees into his head. Cruise is obviously stunned by the attack, but he manages to shove Hart off to the ropes. Cruise attempts an armdrag on his return, but the master of British Lucharesu reverses it. Hart takes Cruise down to the canvas and tries to apply an armbar, but Cruise grabs the ropes quickly. Hart lets Cruise get back to his feet, and the two men circle the ring. They lock up, with Hart quickly going behind Cruise to apply a waistlock. He transitions to attempt a back suplex, but Cruise counters with a headlock takeover, sending Hart to the mat. Cruise grabs Hart and tries to deliver a pendulum backbreaker, but Hart blocks it and counters with a headscissors takeover. Cruise gets back up and charges Hart, but he ends up getting grabbed into an arm wringer. Hart twists Cruise’s arm and goes behind him into a modified hammerlock. Hart puts Cruise’s other arm over his head, grabs his leg, and nails a bridging Regal Plex with a hammerlock, holding the position for a two count before Cavallo comes in to break it up.
The referee forces Rob back to the corner, during which Bauer claps his hands, comes in to the ring, and stomps the crap out of Brady Cruise. Hart goes outside the ring, and the referee doesn’t realize there was no tag made. Bauer grabs Brady into a Fisherman’s Suplex, but Cruise manages to kick out at two. Will grabs Cruise by his legs and crosses them, before placing his hand on Brady’s chin and applying The Intervention! Cruise writhes in pain in the modified bow and arrow, and Bauer grins, knowing he could force Brady to tap out here. Cruise realizes he has to fight out of the hold before it becomes any more painful than it already is. He grabs Bauer’s hand on his chin and pulls back one of Bauer’s fingers… and snaps it! It looks like he just broke Bauer’s finger, and Will immediately releases the hold, grabbing his finger in pain. Hart tags into Bauer quickly and grabs Cruise as he’s trying to make the tag to Cavallo. Hart locks on a camel clutch on Cruise, keeping him at bay. He faces Cavallo and laughs in his face, getting retribution for the antics earlier tonight.
Cavallo reaches out for a tag, but Cruise is a few feet short. Cavallo slaps the turnbuckle pad to get the crowd going as they rally behind Brady Cruise. Primestar slowly battles out of the camel clutch, making his way to the ropes. He finally grabs the bottom rope, and Hart responds by kicking him a few times in the ribs. Tyler pulls Cruise to his feet and drives him into the canvas with a back suplex. He makes the cover, but Rob breaks it up again. Hart pulls Cruise into a front facelock and tags into Bauer. Bauer grabs Cruise by his legs and drops him with a wheelbarrow suplex. Will makes the cover, but Cruise shows great endurance by kicking out yet again. Will goes over to Rob, laughing at him as he tells him he’s going to finish Cruise off. Bauer grabs Brady and applies a butterfly lock. It looks like he’s going for the Charity Act Beta… no, Cruise slips out and lands on his feet… Bauer charges… but gets dropped with a ura-nage backbreaker! The fans cheer as Cruise lies on the canvas, slowly crawling toward Rob Cavallo… Will goes back to Hart, and tags him in… but Brady tags in Cavallo!
Hart challenges Rob to come on, and he does. The two men exchange some violent shots, with Hart getting the better. He whips Cavallo off to the ropes, attempting a back bodydrop, but Rob nails a mushroom stomp on Hart, sending him into the canvas. Rob runs to the ropes and asai moonsaults onto the back of Tyler Hart! The fans cheer as Will Bauer falls victim to a spinning wheel kick via Rob Cavallo. The Future is fired up now as he tags back into Cruise. Brady grabs Hart into a fireman’s carry… and nails a double-knee gutbuster! He follows by dropping Hart on his knee with a backbreaker, and Rob Cavallo jumps off the top rope on Hart… leg drop/backbreaker combo! The fans cheer as Brady makes the cover, but Will Bauer pulls the referee out. Bauer and the ref converse on the outside now as Cavallo charges through the ropes, connecting with a tope on Bauer! The fans go nuts, and Cruise capitalizes, dropping Hart with a double-arm backbreaker! Cruise makes the cover again, but Tyler barely kicks out in time.
Cavallo gets back on the apron and makes the tag. He climbs to the top rope, setting up a high-risk move, but Bauer charges the ring, shoving Brady Cruise into the ropes. Cavallo falls on the top rope, crotching himself, and Bauer nails Cruise with a spinning Space Tornado Ogawa! Cruise falls to the mat, and Bauer kicks him out underneath the ring ropes. Cavallo is trying to pull himself back up on the top rope, but Bauer climbs, setting up a superplex. Cavallo battles back, driving a few punches to his midsection. He shoves Bauer off, sending him to the mat. Cavallo stands on the top rope… Swanton Bomb! He can’t make the cover, though, as Hart is the legal man. Tyler blindsides Cavallo from behind, nailing him with a shot to the back of the head. He pulls Cavallo to his feet… complete shot! Hart drives Cavallo’s head into the canvas. Tyler grabs Cavallo and locks on the Texas Cloverleaf! Cavallo tries to battle, but the pain is excruciating. Brady Cruise returns to the ring in the nick of time, kicking Hart in the face with a yakuza kick! Bauer pulls himself to the corner and lies there for a moment, resting. Cruise runs to the ropes, looking to return with a shot on Hart, but Bauer connects with a forearm to Brady’s back. Cruise turns around to try to attack Bauer, but Hart nails Cruise from behind, taking him down with a German Suplex.
Hart tags into Bauer, and the two men grab Cruise. Bauer lifts Cruise into a spinebuster position as Hart runs to the ropes, most likely setting up a tag team move. Cavallo grabs Hart from the outside, pulling him under the ropes, and Cruise counters Bauer with a huge DDT! He hooks the leg… one, two, NO! Brady can’t believe it. He pulls Bauer to his feet… Cruise Control! He hooks both legs… One, two, THREE! Cruise and Cavallo win!
Winners: Brady Cruise/Rob Cavallo via Pinfall at 15:46
Bauer and Hart leave angrily after the match, wearily going backstage. Brady Cruise gets on the microphone as he and Rob Cavallo remain in the ring.
Brady Cruise:
Just like old times, huh, man?
Cavallo nods as the fans cheer, and Cruise grins.
Brady Cruise:
Damn… I haven’t had a tag team match go quite that well for a very long time. Hell, I don’t think even Lance and I had that much luck against The Awakening. That was a hell of a match, Rob… And the reason I’m even on this stick after the match is because… I don’t want this to end. We just proved to The Awakening, to Pro Wrestling Warriors, and to these fans that… We’ve still got it. Revolution isn’t long since dead. It’s alive and thriving within our hearts – deep within the fans’ souls.
The crowd cheers again. Whoopee.
Brady Cruise:
What I want to know is… Do you want to make this… permanent?
On cue, Lance Van Leer emerges from the entranceway, holding a black item in his hand. He hits the ring, and Cruise and LVL look at each other.
Brady Cruise:
Rob Cavallo, what I want to know is… Do you want to join – or should I say, rejoin… Revolution?
Van Leer unfolds the shirt, showing it to Cavallo and the fans. It’s a Revolution t-shirt, all right. The fans pop as Cavallo looks at the two of them, unsure of how he should answer.
Brady Cruise:
If you don’t want to answer tonight, that’s fine. Just promise me you’ll think about it.
Rob hesitates a moment, but eventually nods, grabs the t-shirt, and the three men head backstage.
Adrian King is in the familiar boiler room. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517938) King knows he has some explaining to do. Adrian doesn’t want to be treated like a salve or a prisoner anymore. He isn’t going to blindly follow Falcon and help him ruin PWW the same way other companies have been ruined by politics.[/url]
Michael Simons hates gimmicks. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517915) He’s ready to teach Damien Helley a lesson tonight. Worshipping God doesn’t guarantee victories in PWW – Being a good wrestler does.[/url]
Rich Storrs has a copyright on his trademark? (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517768) What a pompus assh*le! Well, maybe Sakichi will give him his comeuppance.
Daniel Shine is wrestling his first match in Pro Wrestling Warriors. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=518178) He doesn’t sweat Seth Frost. Tonight, Shine will defeat Seth Frost in a pure wrestling match again and prevent Frost from claiming he’s a great technical wrestler.
Before the next bout, “Devil’s Dance” by Metallica hits the speakers, and the one and only Adrian King makes his way to the ring tonight on No Escape, getting a great response from the crowd. He has an envelope in hand, and he receives a microphone from ringside. His music cuts, and he wastes no time getting in the thick of things.
Adrian King:
Apparently, the message I gave Darius Falcon and The Awakening wasn’t clear. I am not going to be a slave for your beliefs, Darius. I am my own man… I am my own monster. Earlier this evening, I received an envelope, most likely delivered by one of your lackeys. Falcon, if you have any guts, if you have any balls, and if you’re a fraction of the leader you say you are, you will meet me face-to-face in this ring, NOW!
King lowers the microphone and paces about the ring for a moment. Nothing happens. He’s getting pissed off.
Adrian King:
Apparently my message still isn’t clear—
Before King could continue, the lights go dark, and the familiar sound of “The God That Failed” by Metallica hits the sound system. Red lights flicker, and it doesn’t take long for Darius Falcon to appear, cloaked in his usual garb. He slowly walks to the ring, with his face unseen. He places a knee on the apron and grabs the rope, preparing to enter… but suddenly, a loud smack is heard, and Adrian King falls to a knee. The lights return to normal, and a masked figure is in the ring, wielding a steel chair! King slowly gets back up, but takes another steel chair shot, this time to the back of the head! King falls to the mat, clutching his head in pain. Who we believe to be Darius Falcon enters the ring and rips off his hood, revealing himself to be… Tyler Hart? Then who’s holding the chair? It’s Darius Falcon! Falcon has proven why he’s one of the smartest men in wrestling, as he’s just outwitted Adrian King tonight. Falcon lingers over King as Will Bauer appears from the back. He goes to the special stage area, where the chair (http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b296/MasterShakespeare/NoEscapePPV.jpg?t=1167625684) for the No Escape PPV is seen. Bauer grabs the chair, slowly moving it between the barriers and toward the ring. Tyler Hart and Will Bauer lift the chair and put it inside the squared circle. King starts to get to his feet, but Darius Falcon drives the chair into his head again! Falcon, Hart, and Bauer place King in the chair, securing all the shackles. This is disgusting. Falcon picks up King’s microphone and speaks.
Darius Falcon:
…You selfish little bastard…
The crowd boos Falcon, but he couldn’t be more apathetic about them at the moment.
Darius Falcon:
After all our past history, after all the bullsh*t in HCW, I invite you here – to the land where wrestling is king, and you betray me. You greedy prick!
Falcon slaps King across the face, who’s still shackled in the chair.
Darius Falcon:
Do you think I like doing this, Adrian? It didn’t have to be this way… We could’ve been friends again. We could’ve done what we knew we were capable of in the Blood Church. There is no Bruce Bishop, Dante Priest, or Lindens to hold us back now. We were the two most promising members of the Blood Church, but instead or realizing that, you betray me… YOU STUPID F*CKING ASSH*LE!
Falcon REALLY lays into King this time, punching him right in the face. He grabs hold of King’s eyes and pries them open. Hart holds the microphone up to Falcon’s mouth.
Darius Falcon:
LOOK AT ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH! ARE YOU AS RETARDED AS THESE PEOPLE THINK? I saw something in you that nobody else saw. You think I wanted to use you… But it seems you weren’t any use to me. I put a lot of stock into you, Adrian. After you had that falling out and were blackballed from every wrestling promotion from here to Japan, I welcomed you with open arms to join the revolution. I thought you were smarter than you’d been given credit for, but it seems I was the guy who was wrong all along.
You’re not intelligent. Hell, you can’t be if you honestly thought turning your back on me was the right move. You see, Adrian, what you don’t realize… is that The Awakening is destined to be the strongest group… EVER… in professional wrestling. Sure, the Army of Darkness had its run in XGW in 2000. The Straight-Edge Horsemen had a good thing going in HCW in 2003. But The Awakening has no boundaries… We have no rules. But what we do have… is pride. We have potential. And what we have that you lack, is intelligence. You claim you want to stop being treated like a no-brains bodyguard, but you have done nothing to have proven yourself of any intelligence.
Face it, Adrian… You’re pathetic. You’re a f*cking shell of your former self, and truth be told, you were overrated then. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even have a job right now, and you sure as hell would never have made it in the wrestling business. Without me, the Blood Church never would’ve become as successful as it did. But not even Darius Falcon could lead a team of three half-wits and a hypocritical devil worshiper to victory. I had to regroup. I had to recreate. I had to compose a group of the strongest, most determined men in wrestling, who would serve the purposes I need them to serve. And in return, their names will forever be etched into the annals of history.
But you… You have forsaken me, Adrian. And now… I will show you just how replaceable you are. Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you… the NEWEST member of The Awakening… ZACK WICKED!
The fans boo as Wicked’s music hits and he makes his way to the ring, grinning sadistically. He enters the ring, standing before Adrian King, who keeps his lips sealed and his facial expression angry.
Darius Falcon:
You’ve made the wrong decision, Adrian. Wrong decisions… will lead you down the road to ruin. Tonight marks the beginning of the new era of wrestling. Tonight marks the beginning of the New Year. And tonight… marks the beginning… of The Awakening!
Before he can continue, “Ladies and Gentlemen” by Saliva hits, and Brady Cruise, Lance Van Leer, and Rob Cavallo hit the ring. The fans cheer as The Awakening bail. King, who’s still locked in the chair, gets some help from Revolution and Rob Cavallo. Falcon stares down his opposition as he and the rest of The Awakening head backstage, with their message clear.
Match three:
Rich Storrs versus Sato Sakichi
Exhibition: Singles
Scott The Scoop:
Well, this one looks… interesting… on paper? God, I hate this job.
Blake Straker:
Yeah, Scott, nobody is going to envy your position right now. It’s impossible to call action like this.
Sakichi and Storrs are in the ring as the bell rings, and this contest is underway. Storrs goes to lock up with Sakichi, but the Japanese shooter quickly goes into a crane stance, causing Storrs to back away quickly, scared. Sakichi flicks a really lame kick toward Storrs after he’s already out of the way.
Blake Straker:
WHOA! HE BARELY DODGED THAT ONE, SCOOPER! DID YOU SEE THAT?
Scott The Scoop:
…yeah…
Storrs moves in to lock up again, but this time Sakichi goes into some drunken boxing stance. He motions for Storrs to come on, and he does, but he quickly takes a bop to the nose from Sakichi, which succeeds in pissing Storrs off more than actually hurting him.
Blake Straker:
What tenacity shown by Rich Storrs! I’m surprised he’s not down for the count after that TREMENDOUS blow, Scott. Your thoughts?
Scott The Scoop:
…I wonder if McDonald’s is hiring right now…
Storrs decides to shoot for Sakichi’s legs, which proves to be a fatal mistake as Sakichi… GIVES STORRS A WEDGIE! OHHH, FEEL THE BURN!
Blake Straker:
SHADES OF CHRIS COLLINS!
Storrs gets sick of Sakichi and grabs him into a side headlock.
Rich Storrs:
I got him! I GOT HIM!
Sakichi slips out with ease and slaps Storrs on the back. Rich turns around, and Sakichi spits brown-colored mist in his eyes. Storrs rubs his eyes while screaming in pain.
Scott The Scoop:
Wait… I’ve heard of red mist… black mist… What the hell does brown mist do?
Blake Straker:
Oh, it’s the worst mist of all, Scott! It demotes you to a curtain-jerking jobber!
Sakichi chops Storrs in the chest. He tries to whip him off to the ropes, but Storrs reverses. Storrs catches Sakichi on his return with a high angle back bodydrop, which Sakichi takes on his right side. Sakichi is on his knees now, begging off Storrs. Storrs approaches him, but Sakichi delivers an eye poke. He gets back up to his feet and struts along the ring, before letting out a loud WOOOOO!
Blake Straker:
Man… Sakichi really reminds me of somebody, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Sakichi nails Storrs with a chop block, sending him to the canvas. He runs to the ropes and comes back with a big knee drop. Sakichi gets to his feet again.
Sakichi:
SLLLOOO-MMMOOOO RRRREEEEPPPPLLLLLLAAAAYYY!
Sakichi very slowly struts to the ropes, comes back, lets out another WOOOOOO! and drops the knee on Storrs’ head.
Blake Straker:
I got it – Nightmare. He reminds me of a young Nightmare.
Scott The Scoop:
Really? I was thinking of Grave Digger myself…
Storrs is PO’ed now and charges after Sakichi, but he baseball slides between his legs and trips him. Sakichi grabs Storrs by his feet… and steals his boots! Sakichi puts the boots on his hands and starts slapping the crap out of Storrs as he’s on the mat, trying to fend for himself.
[b]Blake Straker:
SHADES OF SEAN WALKER!
Scott The Scoop:
You’re just making crap up now, aren’t you?
Sakichi parades around the ring with Rich’s boots, but Storrs finally gets them back after the referee forces Sakichi to do so. Sakichi prepares to deliver Gunsmoke to Rich Storrs as he’s putting his boots on, but he stops his foot just a couple inches short and backs off. Storrs locks up with Sakichi, but quickly goes behind him with a waistlock. He German Suplexes the Japanese Shooter, but Sakichi flips over and lands on his feet. He rolls Storrs up into a schoolboy while repeatedly spanking his ass…
Blake Straker:
I KNOW SOMEBODY WHO’S BEEN A BAD SCHOOLBOY!
Storrs kicks out and gets up, pissed off with Sakichi’s shenanigans. He shoves Sakichi, but Sato doesn’t want to fight. He extends his hand to Storrs, who looks at him as if he’s joking. Storrs reluctantly accepts, and Sakichi pats him on the head… Then he gives him a hug. Storrs shoves Sakichi off, not wanting to be friendly. Suddenly, Robert runs to the ring.
Blake Straker:
Finally, the pizza guy’s here. I’m starved.
The referee tells Robert to get away from ringside, but Robert ignores him, throwing a bag inside the ring. Storrs grabs the bag and unties it… It’s some… white powdery substance.
Scott The Scoop:
I hope he brought enough for everybody, Blake.
Blake Straker:
…Yeah, do you mind if we don’t share this time? You have pretty large nostrils.
Storrs prepares the bag, but Sakichi taps the bottom of it, sending the white powder into Storrs’ own eyes!
Blake Straker:
This kid’s gonna’ be blind by the time the match is over!
Sakichi walks over to Robert, where he sparks a conversation. They seem to be taking each other’s fashion tips. This upsets Storrs, who shoves Sakichi and yells at Robert.
Blake Straker:
Everybody wants the hot fashion tips for the winter season, Scott.
Storrs yells at Robert to get in the ring. The referee tries to stop him, but Storrs distracts him by flashing some hundred dollar bills his way. Robert gets in the ring and swings at Sakichi, but Sato ducks under. Robert gets on one side of Sakichi as Storrs gets on the other.
Sakichi:
Ruh-roh.
Robert and Rich run at each other at the same time, but Sakichi ducks under and crawls through Storrs’ legs, causing Storrs and his butler to bump heads. Storrs staggers back and gets depantsed by Sakichi. The fans laugh as Storrs’ white boxers with dollar symbols on them.
Blake Straker:
I have a pair of those at home!
Sakichi isn’t finished yet. He grabs Storrs around the waist… and bites him on the rear end! The fans laugh as Storrs screams in pain and trips due to his pants being around his ankles.
Scott The Scoop:
”He… just took a bite… out of crime?” Who the hell writes this crap?
Blake Straker:
…Wait, you’re reading off MY note cards! Stealer!
Storrs pulls his pants up and catches Sakichi with an enzuigiri. Sakichi staggers into the corner. Storrs grabs him and places him on the top rope. Rich has had enough, and he climbs to the middle rope, setting up the Green With Envy! Sakichi starts climbing down the post as Rich is playing to the crowd, and by the time Rich goes to grab him, Sato has climbed all the way down to the floor, where he’s waving at Rich. Storrs yells at him and gets off the turnbuckles. He tells Sakichi to get into the ring, and he complies. Storrs cheap shots Sakichi while he’s in the ropes and throws him back outside of the ring, flexing afterwards.
Blake Straker:
That man is ALL POWER, SCOTTY.
Storrs looks over the top rope to get Sakichi… but the crafty Japanese man crawls under the ring apron. The fans laugh as Sakichi crawls under the apron. Storrs tells Robert to go in after him. Robert climbs in on the other side, and the crowd murmurs, wondering what’s going to happen. After a moment of silence, Sakichi crawls out the opposite side of the ring, and Robert crawls out the side Sakichi entered originally. Storrs slaps his forehead, yelling at Robert to go after Sakichi. Robert runs around the ring, chasing after Sakichi. Sato crawls under the ring, but Robert grabs his foot at the last possible instant. He tugs on it, and pulls it out… but it’s a prosthetic leg. Storrs looks at him confusedly, and all of a sudden, a one legged white dude reaches out from under the ring and grabs the leg back, scowling at the two men.
Scott The Scoop:
Who the hell was that?
Blake Straker:
Some jobber, I guess.
Scott The Scoop:
He must’ve been brown misted.
Blake Straker:
…Dude, that’s gross. Don’t talk about that stuff while I’m eating.
The camera shows Straker eating a huge slice of pepperoni pizza. Back to the ring, or… underneath it, Robert now has a flash light, and he shines it under the ring, looking for Sakichi. Sato suddenly crawls out another side, holding a tray of delicious cookies. He gets in the ring as the referee and Robert are bickering outside. Sakichi offers Storrs a cookie, and he accepts. He eats it… and then spits it in Sakichi’s face!
Blake Straker:
WHAAAT? WHAAAAT?! WHAAAAAT DID HE JUST DOOOOO????!!!!!
Storrs grabs the tray and smacks it against Sato’s head. Sakichi staggers about, stunned, and can’t defend himself against The Dollar Mark! Storrs nails his finisher, and Robert alerts the referee, who slides in and makes the count.
Winner: Rich Storrs via Pinfall at 10:45
Blake Straker:
Fans, I believe we have just seen yet another match of the year candidate tonight. M-O-T-C! M-O-T-C!
Straker is chanting by himself, and he soon realizes this. He sits down to avoid further embarrassment.
Kenzo has arrived at the Palestra. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517793) He’s clearly pissed and has damn good reasons to be. Katana didn’t think the match with LVL tonight was all that personal before, but Van Leer just signed his death warrant. Messing with Kenzo’s gi and belt was the last straw. KENZO… IS GOING TO KILL YOU!
Damien Helley believes in God because he is a devout follower of the Lord, not because of some gimmick! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517945) At least, that’s what he’s trying to convince us. He wants us to say a prayer for Michael Simons tonight so that he may see the light.[/url]
Match four:
Damien Helley versus Michael Simons
Exhibition: Battle Without Honor
Written by Ice Cold
As soon as the bell rings, these two men begin ripping into each other with a flurry of right hands. Neither man can seem to get the upper hand, but Damien Helley changes this by going low with a knee to the gut of Michael Simons. With Simons bent over, Helley brings him over to the ropes and drills him in the temple with a big knee, sending him through the ropes and to the outside. Michael pulls himself up near the ring barricade as Damien Helley hits the ropes on the inside of the ring. He goes for a suicide dive… but Michael moves out of the way, and Helley goes head first into the unforgiving steel. With Damien dazed, Michael immediately decides to bring the weapons into this Battle Without Honor. He reaches under the ring, pulling out the most basic of foreign objects, the steel chair. Damien rises and turns towards Simons, only to be met with a big chair shot to the gut. Helley bends over and Simons drops the chair before planting Damien headfirst into it with a DDT.
Helley rolls through the move and sits up, holding his forehead to make sure he isn't bleeding. Michael walks up behind up and blasts him in the back with a big kick, causing Damien to let out a cry of pain. He gasps for air after the kick, and now Simons lifts him up and prepares an Irish whip. He looks to send Damien into the steel turnbuckle post, but Helley reverses it and Simons' head has a hot date with the post. Simons walks backwards after the move… right into a tiger suplex from Helley! Michael's neck collides with the floor as Damien Helley pulls himself up with the ring apron. Simons looks about half dead after the move, but Helley shows no remorse as he lifts Michael up and rolls him into the ring. Damien goes for a cover but only gets the two count. He stands and lays a few boots to the neck of Simons before lifting him up. Damien gets Simons in a hammerlock and rushes forward with him, sending Michael into the turnbuckle. Helley releases the hammerlock but proceeds to drill a few forearms into that damaged neck of Simons. Damien follows up with a big dropkick to the upper back of Simons, forcing him to lean over the turnbuckle and get his bearings.
Helley now rolls out of the ring and looks under it, searching for the right weapons. He finds it… in the form of a steel chain. Damien slides back into the ring with the weapon and wraps it around his fist, waiting for Michael to get up. Once he does, Helley goes for a big swing, but Simons manages to duck under it. Damien turns around and gets caught with some big shots to the face, backing him up towards the ropes. Simons does the quick spin and runs to the opposite ring before coming back at Helley. Damien goes for a desperation swing with that chained up fist, but Simons ducks under it and drills him in the gut with a spear! Both men tumble through the ropes and to the outside, and Damien releases his grip on the chair. Simons favors that neck of his a bit, but he stands up and picks up the chain that Helley dropped. Damien crawls towards the ring steps and pulls himself up as Michael curls the chain up like a whip. Once Helley gets to his feet, he turns around and barely dodges a whip from the steel chain. The chain collides with steps and Helley circles around the ring. Michael Simons follows him, but Damien Helley sees the steel chair from earlier, picks it up, and throws it right into the face of Simons.
The Unknown stumbles backwards but holds onto the chain. Damien Helley walks over to Simons and grabs the chain, looking to pry it away from Simons, but instead a tug-of-war match begins. It doesn't look like either man is going to win, but Simons gets a bit fed up and runs at Helley with the chain, striking him right in the forehead. With Helley stunned, Michael manages to yank the chain away and gets ready to whip Damien again, but this time he desperately rolls into the ring. Michael slides in after but Helley crawls away and out of the ring. Michael drops the chain and tries to grab Damien from over the top rope, but The Savior manages to snatch a trash can lid from under the ring and blasts Simons in the head with it. Michael falls to the mat as Damien drops the lid and reaches under the ring for some more weaponry. He now pulls out the trashcan that the lid belongs to, as well as the classic wooden table. Helley throws the trashcan into the ring, looking to hit Simons, but Michael rolls out of the way. Helley now slides the table into the ring before sliding it after it. Simons is on one knee, but Damien Helley runs at him and plants him with a superkick to the back of the head! The Unknown falls face first onto the mat and Helley goes for a surprise cover, only managing to get two.
Damien quickly gets up and looks at the weapons that he's brought into the ring. He decides to use the trashcan first and grabs it before shoving walking over to one of the corners. Helley shoves the trashcan in between the second and third ropes and turns around to attack Michael Simons, who is now resting in the opposite corner. Damien walks over to his opponent and grabs him by the arm, looking for an Irish whip into the trashcan. Simons manages to reverse the move, but Helley shows great agility by leaping up to the top rope. Damien flies backwards with a moonsault… but eats the mat as Simons moves out of the way. Michael immediately takes advantage of the situation by picking up the steel chain from earlier. He then proceeds to give Helley one big whip across the back! Damien yells in pain, but Simons doesn't let up, catching Helley with another whip of the chain. Helley tries to rolls out of the ring, but Simons grabs him by the hair and lifts him to his feet. Damien favors his back, and Michael Simons lifts him up into a spinebuster position. Instead of driving him down, Simons runs forward… and drills Helley back first into the trashcan!
Helley bounces out of the corner and onto the mat, holding his back as Michael Simons yanks the trash can out of the corner and tosses it to the outside. Simons now looks at the table brought into the match earlier and begins to set it up. However, he doesn't notice Damien Helley crawling towards that often used steel chain. Helley wraps it around his right fists and puts that fist behind his back as Michael now tries to lift him up. Before Simons can attack, Damien fires off with the chain-covered fist, drilling Michael in the head. Simons is immediately busted open and now Helley takes the advantage. He lifts Michael up and places him in the turnbuckle with his back to the ring. He then grabs the table and places it behind Simons before sliding to the outside. With Simons draped over the turnbuckle, Helley walks up the steel ring steps and wraps the steel chain around his opponent's neck before yanking it down, choking Michaels between the top turnbuckle pad and the chain. Damien gives the chain a few solid tugs before letting the chain drop, and Michael Simons falls backwards onto the wooden table while holding his neck.
Helley smirks as he now walks up the steps and climbs onto the top rope in front of the table that Simons lays on. Damien looks to the crowd with a smirk on his face, and then points up to his Lord and Savior… before flying off with a Shooting Star Press! But no! Simons moves out of the way! Helley crashes through the table and both men are down! There are no count-outs, but Michael Simons soon rolls out of the way. It looks like he wants some time to gain his bearings, but no… he's just picking up the steel chain that Damien Helley left outside. Simons slides back into the ring with the weapon and lifts Helley up. He gets behind him, wraps the chain around his neck… chain-assisted Blind Eye Halo to Helley! Michael Simons makes the cover… and this one is over.
Winner: Michael Simons via Pinfall at 15:37
Frost is used to being underrated. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=518177) After he beats Daniel Shine in the pure wrestling match, Shine will learn to never underestimate his opponent again.[/url]
YOSHI has honor. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517911) This is something Myles Ravington can’t possibly know the meaning of. But after tonight, Ravington may be brought a step closer to understanding honor at the hands of Japan-Amazing.
Match five:
Myles Ravington versus YOSHI
Exhibition: Submission
Written by Ice Cold
Myles Ravington is NOT a technical wrestler, yet he still claims that he's going to win this Submission match against YOSHI. This'll be quite interesting. Hmm. We start things with a collar-and-elbow tie-up, which YOSHI gets the best of as he forces Ravington into the corner. The referee calls for a clean break, which he receives. In turn, YOSHI receives… a thumb to the eye! Whoo! YOSHI rubs his eye as the referee has a word or two with Ravington. Myles shrugs as he runs at YOSHI from behind and catches him with a chop block. YOSHI goes down and Ravington quickly mounts him, drilling him in the head with several right hands. The referee forces Ravington off of YOSHI and backs him into the corner, yelling at him to get serious. Myles apologizes and begs off. He walks back over to YOSHI, but the Magician of Destruction leaps up and catches Myles in the side of the head with an enzuigiri.
Ravington drops to the mat and YOSHI puts him in a grounded front chancery. YOSHI gets to his feet in a squatting position and rises, bringing Ravington up with him. Myles fights back with a few stiff punches to the gut of YOSHI forcing him to let the hold go. Myles now runs to the ropes and comes back, ducking a clothesline from YOSHI and getting behind him… SLEEPER HOLD! YOSHI quickly moves forward and gets close to the ropes, but Ravington isn't letting go anytime soon. YOSHI now manages to jump up with Ravington still holding onto him and bounces his feet off of the second rope. Ravington falls backwards under YOSHI's momentum, and the man who claims to be Japan-amazing rolls backwards and onto his feet. Ravington quickly gets up as YOSHI comes at him, and Myles catches his opponent with a swift kick to the gut. YOSHI bends over and Ravington grabs his arm… arm wrench! Ravington laughs at the pace-changing move that has pissed off the fans… but YOSHI takes offense. He rolls forward and gets in front of Myles before throwing him across the ring with a monkey flip.
Ravington gets up and runs towards YOSHI, only to get taken down with a big huracarrana. Myles quickly uses the ropes to pull himself back up, and YOSHI now catches him from behind with a sleeper hold of his own! Ravington now gets close to the ropes and prepares to do the same move that YOSHI did earlier. He jumps up and bounces his legs off of the second rope. He falls backwards onto YOSHI… but YOSHI doesn't release the hold and simply locks Ravington in a body scissors as well. Myles hastily reaches for the ropes and forces the rope break. YOSHI lets Ravington go, and he decides to slide out of the ring after that DEVASTATING sleeper he was just in. YOSHI takes offense to Ravington's tactics. Myles makes the mistake of getting into an argument with a rather chubby fan on the outside, and YOSHI prepares for attack. Ravington turns around… springboard shooting star press to the outside! YOSHI completely takes out Myles as a large "PWW!" chant begins. YOSHI lifts Ravington up and tosses him into the ring before sliding in after him. YOSHI immediately mounts Myles and puts him in a camel clutch. RAVINGTON'S BEING MADE HUMBLE!
Myles squirms for the ropes but doesn't tap out. After a few more moments in the hold, YOSHI decides to let his opponent go and lifts him to his feet. Myles is caught in the jaw with a few big forearms then sent to the corner with an Irish whip. YOSHI runs towards Myles looking for a big splash, but Ravington ducks through the ropes and onto the ring apron. YOSHI collides with the turnbuckle and stumbles backwards as Ravington ascends the turnbuckle. YOSHI turns around again but gets caught with a big missile dropkick! Ravington makes the cover… but remembers that it isn't a regular match. GG. He pounds the mat in frustration but gets up and stalks YOSHI. YOSHI gets to his feet and Ravington attempts the Royal Cut… but he's shoved to the ropes. Myles comes back right into a dropsault from YOSHI. YOSHI lands on his feet as Ravington bounces off the ropes again, and this time YOSHI grabs him by the legs and drops him to the mat. Ravington is flipped over onto his front side and pulled towards the center of the ring… right into an STF! Myles is trapped in the hold, and YOSHI wrenches at his neck with reckless abandon.
Ravington slowly but surely moves towards the ropes, but YOSHI isn't letting up on the pressure. Myles finally grabs the ropes and rolls onto the ring apron as YOSHI stands up. Ravington is up and YOSHI now gives him a big right hand to the face. Ravington looks like he's going to fall off the apron… but holds onto the top rope. YOSHI now gives him a big left… and Ravington still holds on. YOSHI looks to the crowd… and leaps up for a big enzuigiri, but Ravington ducks under it. YOSHI falls to the mat and Ravington quickly slingshots himself back into the ring and lands a big leg drop across YOSHI's head. Ravington lifts YOSHI up and places him in the corner before letting fly with some close fisted shots to the face. The referee yells at Myles, and Ravington's had enough of the authority and gets in the referee's face. The two begin to argue, and YOSHI comes at Ravington from behind, grabbing him and tossing him into the turnbuckle. YOSHI lifts Ravington up to the top rope and climbs up with him, now looking for a superplex. Ravington quickly fights out of the move with right hands and shoves YOSHI off the top… and right into the referee. Heeeeere we go.
The ref stumbles backwards and face first into the turnbuckle pad of the opposite corner. As YOSHI goes to check on him, Myles Ravington stays perched on the top rope and reaches into his white boots… pulling out a pair of brass knuckles. He places them on his hand and waits for YOSHI to come back to him. When he turns around, Ravington pretends that he's dazed… but then flies off the top, startling YOSHI and drilling him with a huge shot from those brass knuckles. Ravington immediately pulls the knuckles off and tosses them to the outside before grabbing YOSHI… MAIN EVENT SLEEPER! The referee shakes out the cobwebs and watches the action, but YOSHI's already been knocked out by the brass knuckles shot. The ref checks on YOSHI… and has no choice but to ring the bell, awarding the victory to Myles Ravington.
Winner: Myles Ravington via Pass Out at 13:11
Ravington celebrates after the match as the crowd boos him. He puts on his robe and raises his scepter, ignoring the fans’ dislike for him.
Roderick Brookes wants nothing more than for Bruce Bishop to die. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=518055) No, wait, he wants to kill PWW as a whole. Well, Bishop is a nice start.
Vinaldi threatens Simpson in his office. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517819) Don’t these assh*les have anything better to do, like prepare for battle or something?
A video recap of what has transpired between Drake Vinaldi and Voltaire is shown. It all begins when Vinaldi snapped after he lost the six-way ladder match for a title shot. He attacked Voltaire with brutal force. We get some clips of the matches that have lead up to this one, the falls count anywhere match at No Escape.
Match six:
Drake Vinaldi versus Voltaire
Exhibition: Falls Count Anywhere
These two are at each other’s throats before the opening bell. Vinaldi begins to fiercely choke Voltaire until the resourceful high flier rakes his eyes. Voltaire bails the ring, quickly going after some weapons. Vinaldi follows him outside and avoids a misguided chair from Voltaire, which ends up smacking the floor. Voltaire runs at Vinaldi, only to get caught with a vicious kick to the ribs. Drake starts kicking Voltaire in the midsection repeatedly to wear him down, but Voltaire catches one of the kicks and takes Drake over with a dragon screw on the hard wood floor. Voltaire runs and jumps off the apron, nailing a moonsault on Vinaldi. He doesn’t cover; instead, Voltaire goes seeking some more weapons. He finds a steel ladder and pulls it out from under the ring, which results in the crowd popping huge. Voltaire doesn’t have time to set the ladder up before Vinaldi nails him from behind with a dropkick. Matt drops the ladder, and Drake rolls him back inside the ring. He starts stomping the crap out of Voltaire as he tries to pull himself up to his feet.
Voltaire grabs one of Vinaldi’s feet to try to stop the kicks, but Vinaldi stomps Voltaire’s back with his free leg a few times to get him off his foot and then kicks him in the head. Voltaire holds his forehead as Vinaldi runs to the ropes and returns with a sliding dropkick to his skull. Voltaire rolls on the mat in excruciating pain, and Vinaldi stalks him. Voltaire’s on his knees now, trying to fight through the pain, but Vinaldi connects with a few kicks to the chest. Voltaire tries to get to his feet, but Vinaldi blasts him in the head with a nasty knee. Voltaire falls back, clutching at his nose, which is now bleeding. Vinaldi lifts him and slaps the taste out of his mouth. The Sicilian Shooter mounts Voltaire and starts drilling him in the skull with lefts and rights. Voltaire manages to fend for himself somewhat, but Vinaldi is still doing well at connecting. Vinaldi eventually lets off him and goes outside, leaving Voltaire in the ring. Drake looks under the ring, probably for weapons. He finds a table, which results in a pop from the crowd, and pulls it out. Before he can set it up at ringside, Voltaire dives through the ropes with a tope con hilo, wiping Vinaldi out!
Both men are lying on the floor after the dive, and Voltaire manages to pull himself up with aid from the guardrail. Vinaldi gets to his feet soon as well, but Voltaire delivers a spinning heel kick that sends Vinaldi into the steel barriers. Voltaire charges again, this time with a huge clothesline that sends both men over the barrier and into the crowd. The spill isn’t easy for either man to recover from, but Voltaire gets to his feet first. He grabs hold of a steel chair and throws it on Vinaldi, hitting him in the back. Vinaldi crawls away from Voltaire as he pursues with a couple steel chairs. Voltaire has a chair in either hand as Vinaldi gets to his feet. Voltaire swings one chair toward Vinaldi, but he kicks it out of his hand, sending it off for a distance. Voltaire grips the other one with both hands and swings at Drake, but he avoids the shot and nails an enzuigiri that sends the steel chair into Voltaire’s head.
Vinaldi grabs the bloody Matt Voltaire and throws him back over the guardrail to ringside. Voltaire is the one who’s trying to crawl away from Vinaldi now, but Drake stomps on his hand. Voltaire holds his hand in agony, and Drake nails a lightning-fast kick to his head, drilling him into the floor. Vinaldi leaps into the air, nailing a double stomp to the back of Vinaldi’s head! OUCH! He rolls Matt over for a cover, but somehow only gets a two count from the referee, who’s had a great deal of difficulty keeping up with these two. Vinaldi grabs the table from earlier, setting it up at ringside. He grabs Voltaire and puts him on the table on the outside of the ring. Vinaldi delivers some chops to his chest before going back inside the ring. Drake climbs the ropes… Oh, my God… He can’t be… Drake’s setting up a Lunatic High off the top rope on Voltaire through a table on the outside, but Voltaire manages to roll off the table first. Voltaire keeps away from Drake’s side of the ring, and Vinaldi hops off the turnbuckle, onto the apron. He runs along the apron and leaps off, catching Voltaire with a vicious flying kick to the head!
Vinaldi takes a moment to rest before getting the table and bringing it forward a few inches. He goes after Voltaire again, clubbing him in the back of the head. He grabs him for a suplex, but Voltaire somehow blocks it and drapes Vinaldi over the steel barricade with a front suplex. He nails a dropkick to Vinaldi’s back, followed by leaping onto the barrier and leg dropping Vinaldi while he’s draped over it! Voltaire gets fired up, despite being quite bloody by this point. He grabs the ladder and sets it up. Voltaire grabs Vinaldi and places him on the table before climbing the ladder. He’s one suicidal maniac. Voltaire reaches the top of the ladder, facing Vinaldi, who’s lying on the table. Voltaire flips off with an SSP… but Vinaldi moves! Voltaire goes crashing through the table, and Vinaldi gets away scot-free! There’s a moment of silence… before a “HOLY SH*T!” chant ensues from the Philly crowd.
Vinaldi looks down as Voltaire, who’s lying face down in a puddle of his own blood, with broken pieces of table lying around him. Drake moves the fragments of the table away and roll Voltaire over, pinning him with one foot… One, two, thre—WHAT? Voltaire SOMEHOW kicks out. Vinaldi can’t believe it, and this time makes a proper cover. He once again barely misses the three count. Vinaldi grabs a steel chair from earlier and throws it into the ring. He lifts Voltaire’s lifeless body and rolls him in the ring underneath the bottom rope. Vinaldi grabs another steel chair and tosses it in the ring as well. Drake gets inside the ring, and Voltaire is trying to crawl to the ropes. Vinaldi kicks him ferociously in the head, most likely knocking him out. He grabs the steel chair and sets it up so that if you were sitting in it, you would be facing one of the corners. He grabs Voltaire and puts his head on the seat of the chair. Vinaldi climbs to the top rope with the other chair… This is f*cking insane… LUNATIC HIGH WITH A STEEL CHAIR ONTO VOLTAIRE’S HEAD ON A CHAIR! HOLY F*CKING ****! Voltaire is DEAD! Vinaldi makes the cover… and gets the three count.
Winner: Drake Vinaldi via Pinfall at 14:55
Bruce Bishop isn’t intimidated by Roderick Brookes. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=518173) Hell, he’s already been ass-raped by Satan. What’s left to be scared about?
Kenzo Katana and Lance Van Leer are at each other’s throats. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=517837) That poor James Simpson… All this unnecessary stress on his already weak heart.
We go backstage, where Roderick Brookes and Daniel Shine are standing outside the janitor’s closet. Shine and Brookes are shaking hands.
Daniel Shine:
Remember what I told you, and you’ll do fine.
Shine and Brookes chuckle before Dan leaves for his match.