Dean
January 17th, 2007, 07:52 PM
Pro Wrestling Warriors presents:
War
[01.17.07]
Match one:
Michael Simons versus Johnny Reed
Exhibition: Singles
Newcomer Johnny Reed has arrived on the scene, and the “Red Dragon” plans on making a big splash in the PWW pool tonight. In order to do so, he’ll have to get past resident gimmick-hating Unknown, Michael Simons, who plans to continue his quest to destroy Entertainment Establishment. Following an exchange of wrestling moves, Simons takes the inexperienced Reed down to the mat with a back heel trip-style takedown. Simons mounts Reed and starts dropping a few forearms. He passes by Johnny’s chances at defense and applies a modified head and arm choke. Reed manages to wriggle toward the ropes and get a foot underneath to force a break early in this contest. Simons and Reed are brought back to their feet and in the center of the ring, and they move in for the lock up. Simons again takes Reed down to the mat by switching behind him with a waistlock and throwing him to the canvas. Simons does follow up with any grappling, and decides to switch his style up a bit, applying a Muay Thai clinch and driving some knees into Reed’s face. Somebody’s been watching their cage fighting. He applies an over-under lock on Johnny and tosses him over with a belly-to-belly suplex with some slight modification.
Simons continues his offense, getting a handful of near falls on Reed. Following a big butterfly suplex. Simons plans to end things with his patented move, the Blind Eye Halo. He applies the reverse front chancery, but Reed pulls a veteran move by dropping to a knee and using a snapmare to bring Michael to the mat. Reed locks on a rear chinlock, but Simons lifts himself to his feet and drops Reed’s jaw on his head for a nasty jawbreaker. Reed staggers into the ropes, and Simons charges, looking to tackle him. Johnny wisely moves out of the way, causing Simons’ to be brought through the ropes by his own momentum. Simons lands on the outside, but he isn’t hurt. He gets to his feet and tries to shake off the cobwebs, but instead he finds himself on the receiving end of a twisting corkscrew plancha by Reed, which sends both men to the floor. The crowd gives Reed a pop for the high-risk move. It takes a moment, but Reed gets Simons back inside and makes the cover, but Michael easily kicks out. Reed stays on the offensive, running to the ropes and coming back for a leg drop. He makes the cover again, and The Unknown gets the shoulder up.
Reed pulls Simons back to his feet and fires off a few forearms. He tries to deliver a Sunset Flip Powerbomb, but as he attempts to flip Simons to drive his head into the mat, Simons pushes his legs forward and grabs him around the shoulders, delivering a crucifix bomb out of nowhere! Simons pulls Reed back to his feet and locks him in the reverse facelock… and delivers the Blind Eye Halo! The Unknown hooks both legs to secure the three-count victory.
Winner: Michael Simons via Pinfall at 8:25
Match Two
Terry Olau versus Brett Stokes
Exhibition: Singles
Written by Ice Cold
In Pro Wrestling Warriors, you can always expect to see some of the world's finest professional wrestling with athletes that always put everything on the line. Then you've got the occasional fatty Terry Olau that wants to make a SPLASH IF YOU GET WHAT I'M SAYING. Cough. Anyway, the bell rings, and Brett Stokes decides to pretend as if he's eating a sandwich. Then he pats his belly. Terry Olau doesn't take too kindly to the mocking of his size and rushes at Stokes for a clothesline. However, Brett quickly sidesteps the shot and runs at Olau, hitting him in the knee with a dropkick. Olau drops to one knee as Stokes hits the ropes and runs backwards his staggered opponent… only to catch a massive headbutt. Stokes stumbles backwards into the ropes and favors his forehead as Olau gets to his feet. He takes his time in walking over to Stokes before hooking his arms up on the top rope. Olau pulls one of his massive hands back… and chops Stokes across the chest. Brett yells in pain and gasps for air, but Olau fires off with another big chop. Brett now walks across the ring while coughing and stops in the turnbuckle.
Olau sees his opportunity and backs away from Stokes as he recovers. Terry is in the opposite corner and stamps his feet before charging at Brett. He looks for a big splash… but Stokes quickly ducks out of the ring through the ropes. Olau goes chest first into the corner, and Stokes jumps back onto the ring apron before heading to the top rope. Stokes faces the crowd and readies himself before flying backwards with a moonsault! Unfortunately, Terry's massive frame does not go down and he catches Stokes. Terry smirks before running forward with Stokes, looking to crush him in between the turnbuckle, but Stokes slips out and shoves Olau forward with all his might, slamming him into the corner again.
Terry staggers backwards… and Stokes makes the mistake of trying to roll him into a small package. Olau doesn't budge and simply laughs at Stokes. He looks down, smiles, and Stokes shrieks in horror as Olau sits on top of him with all of his might. Terry stands back up, and Stokes bounces across the ring, holding his chest with his eyes bulging. Olau walks over to Stokes and goes for the cover… one, two, thr- Stokes gets the foot on the ropes! "Enormous" is looking rather peeved right now and grabs Stokes by the leg, dragging him over to the corner. Terry now climbs up to the first rope… then to the second… and turns to face the ring. Olau motions to the crowd and 450 pounds fly through the air for an Earthquake Splash… but nobody's home! Stokes rolls out of the way. Olau rolls onto his back… House of Mirrors! Stokes hits the standing Phoenix Splash and hooks Olau's massive leg before getting the three count.
Winner: Brett Stokes via Pinfall at 9:45
Match three:
Race Fletcher versus Rob Cavallo
Exhibition: Singles
Race Fletcher makes his much-awaited Pro Wrestling Warriors debut tonight. Fletcher is a man who knows how to fight, whether it be in the ring or on the streets. He has the credibility to go a long way in this business, and tonight, he’s facing the man who’s been on a losing streak as of late, Mr. Rob Cavallo. Fletcher immediately moves into the aggressive, shoving Cavallo into the corner during their lock-up. He gives Rob a clean break and seems pretty pumped up to be here. They move in for a lock up again, but Rob goes behind and locks on a waistlock. Fletcher quickly breaks his grip and turns, grabbing Cavallo in the process. He grabs Cavallo and delivers a huge Head and Arm Suplex, popping off the impressive move in the early stage of this match. He makes the cover, but Cavallo gets a shoulder up at two. Fletcher grabs Cavallo around the head and pulls him into a side headlock. Cavallo gets back to his feet, and he tries to shove Fletcher off, but the Urban Soldier hangs on, preventing the endeavor.
Cavallo eventually succeeds after firing a few forearms into the side of Fletcher. Race rebounds off the ropes, and Cavallo jumps over him with a leapfrog. He drops down on Race’s return, and Rob tries a big dropkick as Race rebounds off the ropes, but Fletcher hangs on, letting Rob crash on the canvas. Fletcher chuckles a bit before walking up to Rob and firing a kick into his side. Cavallo quickly gets to his feet, ready to go. Fletcher charges The Future and scoops him up, looking for a slam. Cavallo quickly locks on a front facelock to counteract the maneuver. Rob gets back on his feet with it and soon drives Race into the canvas with a big DDT. Cavallo makes the cover this time, but Fletcher is the one who kicks out before two. Cavallo runs to the ropes and springs off the middle one, attempting a Lionsault, but Fletcher moves out of the way. Rob shows great agility by landing on his feet and quickly adjusting to deliver a spinning heel kick to the face of a charge Race Fletcher. This causes the Urban Soldier to stagger back. Cavallo runs at him, trying to stay on the offensive, but Race manages to back bodydrop Rob all the way over the top rope to the outside floor!
A huge “Holy sh*t!” chant erupts as Cavallo crashes on the outside, looking to be out. Race seems a bit shocked that the move actually worked, but that doesn’t stop his pursuit, as he leaves the ring, despite the referee refusing to allow him to do so. Fletcher grabs Cavallo and throws him into the steel barricade to soften him up. The referee is adamant about the wrestlers returning to the ring, as he thinks Rob might be injured after the previous fall. Race rolls Cavallo into the ring at the referee’s request and makes the cover, but Cavallo kicks out in the nick of time. Fletcher pulls Rob to his feet and grabs him in position. He drives him into the canvas with a t-bone suplex. Fletcher grabs Rob, and it looks like he’s setting up to deal out more damage. He drives a few elbows into Rob’s head and pulls him back to his feet again, this time delivering a big back suplex. Fletcher makes the cover, but forgets that Cavallo is so close to the ropes; thusly, Rob is able to get a foot on the lower rope to force a break.
Fletcher pounds Cavallo a few times in the head with his forearm before pulling him up once more, this time setting up a belly to belly suplex. Cavallo manages to become aware of the situation, and he quickly fires of a bell clap, connecting with either side of Race’s head. Race is stunned, but he tries to deliver the suplex again. This time, Cavallo manages to grab him around the neck, and he drives him into the canvas with a complete shot. Rob seems to be mounting a comeback now as he gets to his feet around the same time as Fletcher. Race swings for a clothesline, but Cavallo ducks under and responds with a flurry of forearms, feeding off the energy of the Pennsylvania crowd. Cavallo runs to the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm that sends Fletcher stumbling into the turnbuckles. Cavallo runs toward him, delivering a big splash. Race staggers out, and Cavallo again stays on the offensive, nailing the Time Traveler! He hooks the leg… but Fletcher somehow kicks out.
Cavallo decides it’s time to go high-risk – after all, he’s certainly FASTER than Fletcher. Rob climbs to the top rope, setting up one of his patented aerial moves. He goes for a corkscrew moonsault, but Fletcher gets out of the way, causing Rob to crash and burn on the canvas. After a moment, Fletcher grabs the stunned Cavallo and delivers a half nelson suplex, driving Rob headfirst into the mat. Cavallo bounces up, actually rebounding off the impact of his own collision. He walks right into Fletcher, who boots him in the stomach. Race grabs Cavallo’s arms and spin him around, preparing to end things with the Concrete Crash, his patented Kudoh Driver. It looks like Race will be walking away with the – what? Cavallo slides out and grabs Fletcher into the schoolboy. He pulls the tights… and gets the three count!
Winner: Rob Cavallo via Pinfall at 14:26
ROB CAVALLO HAS WON A MATCH!!! The fans go apesh*t as Cavallo gets out of the ring to celebrate. He leans against the barricade, hanging with his people. But Race Fletcher can’t believe it… He had the match won. Fletcher grabs the microphone from the ring announcer, sneering angrily at him.
Race Fletcher:
…What…the… F*CK?! I had the match won… No, no, no, no… This isn’t happening. YOU! I WANT A REMATCH! RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW!
Fletcher throws the microphone down and gets out of the ring, staring intently at Cavallo. He shoves Rob, who takes a few steps back. Suddenly, security rushes the scene to break things up. Cavallo backs away as they restrain Fletcher, who proceeds to spew a string of profanities from his potty mouth.
Following Rob Cavallo’s miraculous victory, we go backstage, where James Simpson seems to be explaining something to Hardcore Holly.
James Simpson:
I’m sorry, Bob, but Lance Van Leer is in no shape to compete after Roderick Brookes’ sneak attack.
Holly screams with anger before grabbing a random attendant standing by. He lifts him into the air and drives him into the floor with the Alabama Slam. Holly storms off, but not before yelling these six words:
Hardcore Holly:
HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW?!
Holly storms off, and the camera follows him, revealing GillT who was watching what went down. GillT looks at Holly, then at the crewmember. He finally turns toward the camera and says…
GillT:
DAMN!
GillT shakes his head as we go back to ringside for the next contest.
Match four:
Adrian King versus Will Bauer
Exhibition: Battle Without Honor
The King of the Abattoir is prepared to wage war against the straightedge zealot known as William Bauer. Bauer is not inexperienced in the hardcore environment; however, he prides himself on having no need to use weapons. King brings a large scepter-like object to the ring, having several thorns atop the head. He leaves it behind as he slides inside, and the two men begin exchanging shots. Bauer and King exchange blows, with Bauer using some stiff forearms, while King relies on closed fists. The two men eventually come to a stand still, and King takes advantage with a high knee to the stomach. Bauer doubles over, and King smashes him with a clubbing forearm, sending Will into the canvas. King wastes little time in getting out of the ring and reaching under it, grabbing a long, wooden table. The fans cheer as Adrian reveals the instrument and slides it out. He places it on the apron, preparing to slide it inside the ring, but Bauer delivers a baseball slide dropkick into the table, causing it to smack King in the head and send him flying into the guardrails.
Bauer slides out of the ring and picks up a steel chair at ringside. He swings for King’s head, but the Akuma ducks under, causing Bauer to smack it against the steel guardrail instead. King swiftly doubles Will over with a kick to the stomach, causing him to drop the steel instrument. Adrian Irish whips Bauer into the steel barrier, causing his flesh to collide with the metal. Bauer stays prone for a moment, giving King enough time to deliver a huge clothesline that sends him toppling over the top of the barrier. King steps over, pursuing Bauer. Fans scatter out of the way to give the big men some room to fight. King grabs a nearby stand full of random PWW crap—I mean, merchandise—and lifts it, showing his impressive strength. He throws it against Bauer, hitting him in the back with it. Bauer falls to the floor, wincing in pain, and King doesn’t let up. He grabs an official Kenzo Katana t-shirt and begins choking Will Bauer with it. The referee tries to get King to bring the action back to the ring, but there isn’t much he can do under these rules.
Adrian eventually lets go and grabs Bauer, pulling him even further away from the ring. King puts Bauer on his shoulder and tries to give him the ol’ snake eyes into the nearby wall, but Bauer slides out in time, sending King face-first into the concrete. King bounces off and drops to a knee. Bauer grabs King’s head and slams it off the wall again before kicking him so hard that King falls to the floor in pain. Bauer rummages through some items while taking a breather. The camera gets a good shot of Adrian King, who’s been busted wide open. Bauer has hold of a plastic trashcan, and he dumps the contents on King, covering him with garbage, before smacking him in the head with the large plastic trash container. King lies on the floor, feeling his bloody head now, and Bauer puts some boots to his side. Will lifts King and throws him inside… the entrance to the bathroom. Alright.
The two of them go inside, and King rallies back, firing off a few punches. Bauer stops him dead in his tracks with a big double underhook suplex, dropping King hard on the tile floor. Some murmuring can be heard in the stall, so Bauer opens the door, revealing Lil Finga and GillT standing, with some type of drug paraphernalia and money laid out on the toilet.
Lil Finga:
Oh, sh*t, ni-
GillT inadvertently bumps the drugs and money into the toilet.
GillT:
DAMN!
Bauer disposes of the midcard comedy act and his jobber companion by throwing them out of the bathroom. King is crawling on his hands and knees now, trying to get to his feet. Bauer kicks him in the side of the head and pulls him back to his feet, throwing him into the stall. Bauer looks down at a toilet, but he shakes his head. He drags King over to the next stall, opening the door. It’s unoccupied, thankfully. He looks in the toilet, but remains unpleased.
Suddenly, some squishing noises are heard, and Bauer holds his nose, coughing loudly. He goes over to the next stall, but it’s locked. Some more squishing is heard as Bauer knocks.
Will Bauer:
I NEED IN THERE!
The man doesn’t answer. Instead, there’s a few seconds of silence… until the loudest sh*t you’ve ever heard echoes throughout the bathroom, likely causing the entire arena to rumble. A few seconds go by before the door opens.
Terry Olau:
Yo, man… I wouldn’t go in there for a whil-
Will Bauer:
GET THE F*CK OUTTA MY STALL!
Bauer shoves the 450-pound Hawaiian man aside and throws King in there. Bauer hovers over the weakened Akuma, saying a final few words.
Will Bauer:
You were always known for talking a lot of sh*t, Adrian. Now let’s see you eat your words.
Bauer tries to shove King’s head into the commode, but King fires back with an elbow to the midsection. He grabs Bauer by his head and slams his face off the ceramic toilet seat. Bauer flies back, falling out of the stall. King gags before flushing the toilet. He walks out of the stall and grabs Bauer by his ankle as he tries to crawl away. King drags him toward him and pulls Bauer to his feet, slamming his face off the hand drying air-blowing mechanism. Whatever those things are called. King reaches by the sink and grabs a plunger. He places the plunger over Bauer’s face and starts pulling on it a few times. Bauer tries to breath, but King starts punching him in the stomach. He eventually gets Will slumped in the corner. Suddenly, Tyler Hart, Zack Wicked, and Darius Falcon charge into the bathroom. King immediately knows he’s outnumbered, but tries to fight them off. He delivers a few rights to Wicked and Hart, but Falcon drills him in the face with a pair of scissors. He starts ripping into King’s flesh, tearing away his skin. Drops of Adrian’s blood spatter on the bathroom floor, and the four members of the Awakening slowly drag him out of the bathroom. They take him back to the ring now, passing by a concession stand. Falcon grabs a bottle of mustard and starts squirting it in King’s bloody face. King winces with pain, and Darius chuckles.
Darius Falcon:
And they thought Holy Water burned… Heh.
Falcon and Wicked throw King over the top of the barrier, sending him rolling at ringside. Falcon grabs a couple steel chairs and slides them into the ring. King is then slid in as well as Falcon and Bauer get inside. Falcon places a chair underneath King’s head and hands the other to Bauer… Will lifts the chair high… ONE-MAN CONCHAIRTO! Bauer drills the steel into King’s head. Will stands over Adrian, laughing menacingly before dropping to his knees and rolling Adrian over. He hooks the leg and puts this one to rest.
Winner: Will Bauer via Pinfall at 17:55
Bauer and The Awakening stand over King, until Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva hits, and out comes Brady Cruise! Cruise may be alone tonight, with Lance otherwise indisposed due to Lance Van Leer, but he’s wielding a steel chair. Cruise slides into the ring and ducks under a clothesline attempt from Zack Wicked, before drilling him in the head with a steel chair! Cruise turns toward Bauer, but can’t react fast enough, as Hart catches Brady from the side with a chair shot of his own, smacking Brady in the back. Cruise drops to a knee, holding his back in pain, and Bauer grabs Cruise… Spinal Tap 2K7! Spinning Space Tornado Ogawa onto the steel chair! Cruise lies in agony, but Ladies and Gentlemen hits the speakers again… It’s Rob Cavallo! Cavallo, fresh off a victory, runs down the ring, wearing a Revolution t-shirt. Rob has a belt in his hand, and he runs to the ring, swinging it wildly, trying to whip someone. The Awakening scatters and leave the ring, allowing Cavallo to check on Cruise and King. He helps his fallen comrade to his feet, and Cruise thanks Cavallo for helping him. He motions toward Cavallo’s t-shirt, and Rob gets on the microphone.
Rob Cavallo:
A few weeks ago, Brady Cruise, you imposed upon me a question; does Rob Cavallo want to reunite with Revolution? At first, I was a bit apprehensive. After all, Revolution is a part of my past. How could I go through my wrestling career trying to reunite with the past when I claim to be “The Future?” That would be self-betrayal, and being a hypocrite isn’t something I’m very fond of. If I were, I’d join The Awakening.
Cheap laughter from the crowd.
Rob Cavallo:
But after the way I’ve seen you and Lance fight for the last few weeks, I realize – This is more than just Rob Cavallo. This is more than just Revolution. Hell, this is more than just the fans in the Palestra tonight, right here in Philly!
Cheap pop from the crowd. GG Cheapo.
Rob Cavallo:
This… is for PWW. This is for Pro Wrestling Warriors, and that’s exactly what I am. I’m a warrior, and I’m willing to put my life on the line – each and every night – if it means I’ve got your back, and you’ve got mine. This war with The Awakening has gone on for far too long, and it’s time to put an end to it. Next week, I want to begin that war. That’s why I’m challenging Will Bauer, right here on War, next week. You may have won this week, Bauer, but so have I. Next week, the future isn’t very bright for The Awakening.
Revolution and Adrian King head backstage.
Match five:
Roderick Brookes versus AJ Cross
Exhibition: Singles
Before the match begins, Myles Ravington makes his way to the ring, going to the commentary position. When asked by Scott the Scoop why he was watching the match, Myles Ravington responded by asking Scoop what business it was of his, to which Scoop responds by shutting up. Cross and Brookes are two men with a lot on the line in this bout. Brookes gets the advantage in the lock-up, forcing Cross into the corner. The referee asks for a clean break, but Brookes instead grinds his forearm into the head of Cross. The referee counters to four, and Brookes attempts to remind him that he has till five, but Cross promptly slaps Brookes across the face. He follows up with a few forearms and drop toeholds Brookes onto the middle turnbuckle once he tries to charge forward. Cross pulls Brookes out of the corner and whips him into the opposite turnbuckles. He charges for a clothesline, but Roderick gets a big boot up, catching AJ in the jaw. Cross drops to the mat, and Brookes goes out of the ring, grabbing Cross by his leg. He drags AJ toward the turnbuckles before pulling him against the turnbuckle post. Make a wish, AJ!
Cross gets low blowed by the turnbuckle post, and the referee is lenient enough to let it slide this time. Brookes grabs Cross and smacks his leg off the turnbuckle post, to which Ravington stands up and applauds the efforts. Brookes looks over to Ravington and smirks before driving a big elbow into Cross’ knee. Brookes grabs AJ’s legs, trying to do the same move again, but Cross kicks away, sending Brookes into the steel guardrails. Cross wriggles toward the middle of the ring, holding his groin and knee in pain. Brookes gets back inside, but Cross catches him off guard with a dropkick. That one hurt AJ as much as it hurt Brookes, and Roderick quickly rebounds off the ropes and connects with a big knee to AJ’s midsection. Cross doubles over, and Brookes hoists him to his shoulder, looking for the Church Bombing. Cross slips out and grabs Brookes from behind… hangman’s neckbreaker. He hooks the leg, but Brookes’ shoulder jumps off the mat at two and a half.
AJ climbs to the top rope now, deciding to ignore his injuries for the time being. He leaps off for a high crossbody, but Brookes counters simply by moving out of the way, causing Cross to collide with the mat. AJ jams up his knee, grabbing it instantly on the impact. He gets up, hobbling a bit, and Brookes takes advantage by delivering a chop block. Brookes grabs the leg and rolls Cross over, applying a half boston crab. AJ is in trouble as Brookes leans back, applying pressure to both the leg and the back. AJ fights off the pain, and the crowd rallies behind him as he inches toward the lower rope. He finally reaches, forcing a break. Brookes keeps hold of the submission for the full four seconds before letting go.
Roderick pulls Cross to his feet and delivers a big chop to the chest, stunning him. He stays on the offensive with a few more shots and soon delivers a snapping powerslam on Cross for a two count. Brookes goes for a piledriver, but AJ counters it with a back bodydrop, sending Roderick into the canvas. Cross waits for Roderick to get to his feet… and nails the superkick! Cross quickly falls to the mat, hurting his own leg in the process. He clutches his knee and crawls toward the ropes. Ravington leaves his ringside commentary position and grabs a steel chair. The fans boo as he tries to hand Cross the chair to use. AJ refuses, telling him to get out of here. Ravington gets on the apron, and the referee begins arguing with him. Myles tries to explain to the referee that he wasn’t doing anything. Meanwhile, Roderick Brookes tries to suplex Cross, but AJ counters into a bulldog. Cross gets to his feet and grabs Brookes. Brookes manages to fire back with a European Uppercut. He Irish whips AJ, but it gets reversed, and Brookes smacks face-first into the chair Ravington was holding.
AJ grabs Brookes… and locks on the No Cure for Chlamydia! Brookes tries to wriggle free of the cobra clutch, and he eventually does, turning around… but takes the Cross Cutter! AJ makes the cover… one, two, thre—NO! Brookes gets his foot under the rope right in the nick of time! AJ motions that it’s time for the big guns, and he seems to be going for some type of Death Valley Driver. He hoists Brookes onto his shoulders, but Roderick slips out. Ravington is back on the apron now, still holding the chair. The referee doesn’t notice him as Brookes rolls Cross into a prawn hold. One, two, Cross kicks away, causing Brookes’ head to smack right off the steel chair! Brookes staggers back, and Cross grabs him into an inside cradle to get the upset!
Winner: AJ Cross via Pinfall at 11:45
Cross is ecstatic for his victory, but he gets leveled by a steel chair shot from Ravington! Myles laughs at Cross as he looms over him, but Brookes shoves Ravington, yelling at him for costing the match. It looks like Roderick is going to exact revenge, but Brady Cruise and Rob Cavallo of Revolution hit the ring, chasing Brookes away, letting him know that they’re gunning for him.
Match six:
Victor Scott versus Drake Vinaldi
Exhibition: Greased Up Pole Match
With Kenzo Katana on commentary, Vinaldi sets out to impress the World Champion, despite being booked in this horrible gimmick match. Neither Scott nor Vinaldi seem pleased as Simpson walks out, with a handyman next to him carrying a large twenty-foot pole. He places it in the center of the ring. It appears pre-greased. GG.
James Simpson:
Alright, here’s how it’s going to go down. This is a one-versus-one competition. The first man to climb the greased up pole and ring the bell becomes the winner. Alright, any questions?
Drake Vinaldi:
YEAH, WHAT THE F*CK DID YOU SMOKE FOR BREAKFAST, YOU GODDAMN-
James Simpson:
That’ll be enough, Mr. Vinaldi. Alright, gentlemen, whenever you’re ready, I will ring this bell and let the match be underway.
Instead, Vinaldi leaves the ring, grabbing a microphone from ringside.
Drake Vinaldi:
You know what? You can forget it. If you’re going to book me in this bullsh*t, you can just forget it. Victor Scott will win. He can climb up that pole and get all greasy and hug it and pretend it’s a huge—
James Simpson:
Whoa, whoa, calm down. See, this isn’t just some trivial, pointless match. This is for the number one contender’s trophy.
Vinaldi is seething now.
Drake Vinaldi:
You better be f*cking joking.
James Simpson:
What, you didn’t realize that? If that’s what it takes to get this match going, then that’s what I’ll do.
Vinaldi seems really pissed off for a second, but that anger soon turns into a knowing grin.
Drake Vinaldi:
Heh. I see what you’re doing, Simpson. You just like to play fun, little games.
James Simpson:
What, you think this is my idea of a GAME, Mr. Vinaldi? While I do partake in the occasional Candyland, this isn’t my idea of a jovial contest. This is a wrestling match. This is for a title shot against Kenzo Katana. If you’re taking this competition lightly, then I-
Drake Vinaldi:
No, I see it now. You think this is just some… fun little game. Well, guess what, Simpson? I have a game we can call. How about the game of my lawyers suing your ass and your company for every dime you’ve got for rescinding on our contractual agreements? Hmm? Spending a few years in prison and getting ass raped by Big Bubba? Does that sound like a fun time to you, Jimbo?
Simpson gulps… and motions for them to clear the ring of the greased up pole. Victor Scott remains emotionless, awaiting the final verdict of just what kind of match he’ll be having.
James Simpson:
You’re smarter than you look, Drake. Alright, I can’t force you into a match for your number one contender’s trophy. However, I can book you in a wrestling match, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Tonight, it will be Drake Vinaldi versus Victor Scott – Not for any trophy or title, but for pride, honor, and victory. Enjoy.
With that, Simpson heads backstage, a bit torn up that his fun has been ruined.
Match six:
Drake Vinaldi versus Victor Scott
Exhibition: Singles
Vinaldi and Scott want to prove which man really deserves to face Kenzo Katana for the World Title. After a handshake at the beginning, they move in for the lock-up, with Scott using his larger frame to back Drake into the corner. Vinaldi manages to turn the tides by throwing Scott into the corner. He starts delivering a few high knees into the midsection, but Scott turns Vinaldi into the ropes again and starts stomping on his feet. Drake quickly shifts his weight and twists his hips, throwing Scott into the canvas. He starts dropping some elbows on his head, but Scott grabs Vinaldi into a headlock to toss him on his back on the mat. Scott stays on top of Vinaldi, holding his shoulders down for a count of two. Vinaldi shoots a shoulder up as Scott wrenches on the headlock. Drake slowly brings his legs up and wraps them around Scott’s neck, pulling him down to the mat with a headscissors. Scott rolls onto his head so he looks like an ostrich trapped in the hold. He rolls forward, spreading his weight on top of Vinaldi for another two count before Drake rises.
Vinaldi pulls himself upward as he bridges and spins Victor, quickly grabbing hold of his arms and pulling him into a backslide for a two count. Scott rolls back and gets in a crouched position, immediately catching the unsuspecting Vinaldi with a slap to the face. Scott jumps from the crouched position with a vicious European Uppercut that sends Vinaldi flipping onto his head and crashing on the mat. The fans pop for that one. Scott pulls Vinaldi to his feet and starts throwing forearms into his head. He whips Drake into the corner and follows up with a huge forearm to the jaw. Vinaldi slowly drops to the lower corner, and Scott runs to the ropes, rebounding with a running boot scrape to Vinaldi’s face, a move taken straight out of his playbook.
Scott pulls Drake toward the middle of the ring and makes the cover, hooking the leg for a count of two. Victor applies a rear chinlock on Vinaldi… or so he thinks. Drake quickly slips out and delivers a capoeria wheel kick to Scott, sending him staggering into the ropes. Drake kips up and charges Victor, delivering a rolling kappou kick! Scott stumbles through the ropes, falling to the outside. Vinaldi runs to the opposite ropes and returns with a tope, wiping out his adversary. The fans cheer, but Katana makes the remark that Vinaldi is taking an unnecessary risk, and if he tries that in their title match, then Kenzo will capitalize on it. After a moment of rest, Vinaldi rolls Scott back inside and delivers a few stomps. Scott rolls toward to the ropes, giving himself time to get back to his feet. Victor moves in for a lock up, and Vinaldi feigns that he’s going to grapple, but instead delivers a big kick to Scott’s thigh, catching him off guard. Scott staggers back, and Vinaldi smirks. They move in again, and this time Drake acts like he’s going to kick Scott in the head, but as he goes to do so, he quickly shoots in for a single, taking Scott down to the mat. Vinaldi gets on top of Scott and starts dropping a few fists. Victor manages to throw Vinaldi off him. He turns, on his knees now, and tries to get to his feet, but Drake catches him with a lightning quick kick to the chest.
Victor is stunned, and he can’t move due to the intense amount of pain he’s in. Drake delivers another vicious kick to the chest, again stopping Scott dead in his tracks. He grabs Scott and rolls him forward with a snapmare, seating him on the mat. Vinaldi licks the side of his hand… and starts viciously ripping into the back of the Uncrowned Champion of the World with machine gun chops! Scott’s facial expression tells it all as Vinaldi dishes it out. Drake eventually kicks the stunned Scott in the chest, lying him prone on the mat. He runs to the ropes and comes back with a huge flying knee to the head, dropping it right on Scott, while letting out a banshee yell. Vinaldi makes the cover, but Victor shoots a shoulder off the mat at two. Drake pulls Victor to his feet and points to Kenzo, who takes notice. Vinaldi pauses a moment… and starts delivering a series of rapid kicks to Victor’s forehead! He fires off a series of about fifteen kicks to the head, sending Scott into a daze. Vinaldi grabs Scott afterward and delivers a huge forearm, sending him into the mat.
Drake lets out another scream before leaping into the air for a standing variant of the Lunatic High! He hooks the leg afterward, but SOMEHOW Scott still kicks out. Victor’s resiliency and determination may be the perfect match for Vinaldi’s relentless intensity. Vinaldi lifts Scott again, but this time is on the receiving end of a jawbreaker. Scott follows up on the stunned Vinaldi with a Gourd Buster, driving his head into the mat! Both men collapse as Scott mounts his first bit of offense in quite some time. The men reach their feet at practically identical times and meet in the center of the ring. They exchange chops, with Scott somehow getting the better of Vinaldi. Drake gets whipped into the ropes and caught with a big back bodydrop. Scott is feeling it as he grabs Drake and delivers a big DDT. He hooks the leg, but Vinaldi has enough fight to kick out.
Scott decides it’s time to finish this bout. He prepares to make Drake just another victim as he pulls him in for the Victimizer, but Drake takes Scott down to the mat with a shoot. He starts driving some forearms into his jaw, but Scott rolls over, getting on top now. He rains down with a couple punches of his own, but Vinaldi kicks him off. They get back to their feet, just in time for Scott to deliver a big knee to the gut. He grabs Vinaldi in position… and nails the Victimizer! Vinaldi spikes off the canvas and rolls toward the ropes… and out of the ring. The wise veteran manages to prevent a loss by getting to the outside. Scott gets out of the ring, but he’s a bit slow after all that’s transpired during their match. Scott grabs Vinaldi and rolls him back inside, but by the time he makes the cover, he only gets two. Scott gets back to his feet, preparing to end things with a nasty lariat. He sets up in the corner as Drake gets to his feet. Vinaldi see Scott coming and grabs the nearest shield near him – a human shield, namely the referee. Scott collides with the ref, but stops before he delivers the full brunt of the move. The ref gets squashed between Vinaldi and Scott, and Drake still takes a bit of the lariat. Scott grabs Drake and pulls him to his feet… He’s setting up the VVD, but Vinaldi slides out and locks on a rear naked chokehold! Scott fights it off by breaking the grip and turning around. He boots Drake in the stomach and sets up another Victimizer, but Vinaldi low blows Scott.
Drake doubles Victor over with the illegal maneuver and delivers a kick to his knee. Vinaldi prepares to follow up with the Killing Blow, but Scott has enough wits about him to duck under the deadly kick and respond with a low blow of his own, returning the favor! Vinaldi drops to his knees in pain, and Scott gets to his feet. Victor grabs Drake and sets up another move, but Drake delivers an enzuigiri as he’s pulled to his feet, catching Victor off guard. Scott collapses to the mat, and Drake pulls him in position for the Lunatic High. He pulls on the referee, getting him awake enough to make the count. Vinaldi climbs to the top rope, ready to drive his feet into the heart of Victor Scott. The Uncrowned Champion of the World somehow gets to his feet and cuts Vinaldi off, crotching him on the top rope. He climbs to the middle ropes, setting up a superplex. He then climbs to the top, but Vinaldi starts battling back with a few shots to the midsection. Drake delivers a stiff chop to the chest, but Scott responds with a few headbutts. They seem to have the same effect on Scott as they do on Drake, but he manages to pull Vinaldi in… He’s going for a top-rope Victimizer! Drake is in serious trouble… but he manages to escape it by chopping at the legs. He trips up Scott, causing him to get crotched on the top rope now and fall backward into the tree of woe. Vinaldi stands on the top rope, regaining his composure. He grinds his foot into the knee of Victor Scott, forcing him to look up… and get driven into the mat with a tree of woe Lunatic High! Vinaldi makes the cover after, even going as far as to put his feet on the ropes, and the barely conscious referee is too groggy to notice as he makes the three count.
Winner: Drake Vinaldi via Pinfall at 19:05
Main Event
The Awakening (Tyler Hart/Zack Wicked) versus The Novaks (Tristan/Rufus)
Exhibition: Tag Team; PWW World Tag Team Tournament Semi-Finals
Written by Ice Cold
Both of the teams in this match are craving Tag Team Championship gold. While the team of Hart and Wicked has never had gold around their waists before, the Novaks certainly know the feeling of being Champions. Tristan allows Rufus Novak to begin the match for their team, and while Zack Wicked prepares to step up to him, Tyler Hart grabs him by the shoulder. Tyler says something to Wicked… who goes onto the corner. Looks like Tyler Hart wants to prove a point by starting out against the big man. After the bell rings, the two men circle the ring. They lock up with Rufus immediately gaining the upper hand and pulling Hart into a side headlock. Hart maneuvers to the ropes and bounces off of them, using the momentum to force his larger opponent off of him. Rufus hits the ropes and comes back at Hart, looking for a MASSIVE big boot, but Hart dodge rolls under it. Hart returns to his feet in an agile motion, hits the ropes, and comes back at Rufus for a rebound lariat. Rufus takes the hit but stays on his feet. Hart gets a little pissed, and the good ol' fashioned game of "Who's going to fall first?" begins. Tyler runs to the ropes again and goes for another lariat… Rufus just laughs. Hart gets a little pissed off and hits the ropes again, but instead of going for a lariat, who goes low and catches Novak with a kick to the knee.
Rufus drops to a knee and Hart maneuvers around him, grabbing both of his arms and pulling them back. Hart now places his foot into the back of Rufus while pulling back on the arms, looking to yank Novak's arms out of his sockets. Rufus looks to be getting onto his feet, but Hart quickly falls forward and drives a knee into Novak's spinal column, forcing him to readjust. Once again, before Novak can react, Hart begins to pull back on the arms again. Novak is in a world of hurt, but Hart soon lets him go and backs towards the ropes. Rufus gets to his feet, and Hart waits for him to turn around. Once he does, Tyler runs forward and goes for his lariat once again… but Novak ducks under it. Hart hits the other set of ropes and comes back… but Rufus catches him… release belly to belly suplex! Hart is thrown across the ring and quickly scampers to his corner, tagging in Zack Wicked.
Rufus beckons Wicked to come forth, which he does, and the two exchange right hands. Wicked, being the… more wicked, decides to duck under a shot from Rufus and drives a forearm into his back, working on the back that Hart attempted to damage earlier. Rufus staggers forward, and Zack forces him onto the ropes with continuous forearms to the back. The referee tells Wicked to back off, which he does. Novak turns around… only to catch a big boot from Wicked that nearly sends him over the top rope. Rufus bounces on the top rope for a second, then lands on his feet… before rushing forward with a LARIOTOOOOO~! Rufus drives Wicked to the mat, and Novak gets a little fired up. Zack gets to his feet, and Rufus runs at him for a spear, lifting Wicked up along the way and slamming him back first into the turnbuckle. Rufus shoots his leg back and fires forward with a shoulder to Wicked's gut, driving the air out of him. Novak performs the move again, causing Wicked to further lose oxygen. Novak pulls Wicked out of the corner and looks to whip him to the opposite side of the ring, but Zack reverses it. Novak hits the corner and Wicked runs at him for a spear of his own… but Rufus moves out of the way. Wicked goes shoulder first into the corner, and Rufus tags in the very anxious Tristan Novak.
Rufus and Tristan walk back over to Wicked, and Rufus pulls him out of the corner. As Tristan climbs to the top rope, Rufus drops Wicked onto his knee with a backbreaker. He then lifts him back up into a sidewalk slam position, and Novak flies off the top rope to complete a leg drop/sidewalk slam combo. Rufus Novak goes back to the apron as Tristan Novak makes a cover… but Tyler Hart breaks it up. Rufus tries to get back into the ring, but the referee stops him as Hart makes his retreat. Novak gets up and yells some profanities at Hart, giving Wicked the time to get up. Tristan turns… and narrowly escapes having his head taken off by a clothesline from Wicked. Zack runs towards his partner's corner and nearly knocks him off the apron. Hart makes a blind tag as Wicked turns around… Tristan leaps up for a hurricanrana! Unfortunately, Wicked hangs onto him… powerbomb! Zack doesn't let his opponent go, but instead lifts him up and carries him towards the turnbuckle. Tyler Hart is in the ring, as the referee has seen the tag, and Zack Wicked now swings Tristan Novak… and slams his arm into the steel ring post between the middle and top ropes. Wicked swings Tristan back into the center of the ring where Tyler Hart pounces on top of him for a Fujiwara armbar!
Hart wrenches at Tristan's arm with the move as Wicked moves back onto the ring apron. Rufus yells for his brother to fight the pain, which Tristan is definitely experiencing a lot of. Hart has a sadistic smile on his face and he continues to try and break Tristan's damn arm, but Novak fights towards the ropes. Hart continues the pressure… but Tristan gets another idea. He manages to maneuver himself onto his knees and twists himself in a position that allows him to blast Hart in the head with a kick. Tyler holds onto that arm… but Novak fires off with another kick to his head. Hart now rolls away from Tristan and pulls himself up with the ropes while holding his head. Tristan heavily favors his arm but sees Tyler holding onto the ropes. He runs at Hart… but Tyler thinks wisely, quickly shooting forward and booting Novak in the damaged left arm. Novak walks away, but Tyler now grabs him in a wristlock with the left arm from behind. Hart now lifts Novak into the air, looking for a big back suplex with Tristan landing on his arm… but Novak flips out and lands behind his opponent. Novak runs to the ropes, and Hart ducks in anticipation of being able to perform a backdrop, but Tristan leaps over him and stomps on his back. Hart stands up straight and holds his back, turning towards Tristan who hits the ropes again… Shining Wizard!
Hart stumbles backwards into the corner, and Tristan comes towards him, getting underneath him and using his shoulders to lift Hart onto the top rope. Tristan, still favoring that left arm, climbs onto the second rope and gives Hart a few good punches to the head. Tristan now leaps up into the air, looking for a Frankensteiner… but Hart catches him. Hart looks as if he's going to give Tristan a powerbomb of some sort, but Rufus Novak runs into the ring. He grabs his brother and lifts him back into the air before flipping him backwards, forcing Tyler Hart to take the 'rana off the top rope! Zack Wicked tries to go after Novak, but the referee stops him and Rufus simply smirks as he goes back to his corner. Both men are now down, and Rufus and Zack each are itching for a tag.
The classic race to your partner begins, and Tyler Hart gets to Wicked first. Zack runs towards Tristan and grabs him by the leg, but Novak contorts himself and boots Wicked right in the gut. Tristan now rolls backwards and tags in Rufus. Wicked sneers as Rufus Novak enters the ring. The two lock up, and Wicked manages to shove Rufus away. Novak gets to his feet near the ropes and Wicked comes at him, but Rufus catches him with a front waistlock. Novak goes to launch Wicked OVER the top rope with a belly to belly, but Zack immediately fires off some elbows to Novak's face. Wicked immediately catches Rufus in the gut with a boot and follows up with a DDT! Rufus rolls into the center of the ring and Wicked pins him but only receives two. Wicked now lifts Rufus up and blasts him across the back with a few forearms. Novak stands up straight… but gets lifted onto Wicked's shoulder. Tyler Hart mounts the top rope, and Wicked floors Rufus with a vicious TKO. Rufus lies on his back… and gets planted with the Hart Breaker! The big man is down and Wicked goes for a cover, but Tristan Novak hustles into the ring and breaks up the count. Hart goes after Tristan quickly and stomps on his hurt arm, stunning him. Zack Wicked now picks Rufus Novak up and shoves him into the corner.
Tyler Hart dominates Tristan Novak with strikes and forces him into the opposite corner, and the two Awakening members look at each other. They go to whip the Novaks into each other… but Tristan and Rufus each reverse, and the heads of Hart and Wicked collide! Wicked stumbles onto the ropes as Tyler Hart stands dazed in the middle of the ring. Rufus Novak gets under him and lifts him into an electric chair position. Tristan Novak hits the ropes behind Novak, runs past him, springboards onto the other ropes… then flies into the air and dropkicks Hart just as Rufus gives him an electric chair suplex! Tyler Hart rolls out of the ring as Zack Wicked tries to run at Rufus for a big boot, but Novak ducks under it. Tristan Novak climbs up to the top rope and Rufus gives Zack a stiff kick to the gut when he turns around, doubling him over. Rufus now drags Wicked over to the corner where Tristan Novak is perched and lifts him into the air in a stalling suplex position. Rufus Novak shows great strength and it looks like the Novaks are going for the Penance… but Rufus drops his opponent when Darius Falcon strides towards the ring.
Tristan yells for his brother to pay attention, but Rufus Novak argues with Darius Falcon who is now on the apron. The referee tries to get Darius to leave as well, leaving Tristan pissed off on the top rope. He looks to get down, but suddenly the Straight Edge Toughman, Will Bauer jumps the barricade, looking better after his fight against King earlier. He leaps onto the apron and crotches Tristan. Bauer yells towards Tyler Hart, who has now recovered. Will Bauer pulls Tristan backwards, with his upper body hanging over the post and to the outside. Bauer drops to the floor, tugging Novak by the hair as Hart runs across the ring apron… and drills Tristan in the temple with a huge boot. Tristan topples to the floor, while back in the ring, Zack Wicked sneaks up behind Rufus Novak and plants him with a HUGE release german suplex. Rufus Novak rolls backwards and bounces off the ropes, right into Zack Wicked who boots him in the gut. Wicked lifts Novak into the air… WICKEDBOMB! Zack makes the cover… and The Awakening advances.
Winners: The Awakening via Pinfall at 25:19
Wicked and Hart have hardly a moment to celebrate before Adrian King, bandaged up from earlier, heads to the ring, wielding a steel chair. He slides inside, and Hart and Wicked charge him. King swings at Hart, but he ducks under, and Wicked blindsides King with a huge lariat! Tristan is back in the ring, and he starts clubbing the hell out of Tyler Hart now. King is getting stomped by Zack Wicked, but Rufus Novak clubs Wicked from behind. Falcon and Bauer each grab a chair now, and plan to obliterate the Novaks. Before they can do so, however, Rob Cavallo and Brady Cruise run down to the ring. It looks like we’re watching a replay of the events from earlier, but this time, Roderick Brookes decides it’s time to get in on the action. Falcon blasts Rufus in the head with a steel chair several times, eventually taking the big man down. Tristan and Falcon brawl as Tyler Hart, Drake Vinaldi, and Roderick Brookes beat down on Brady Cruise and Rob Cavallo. Despite their efforts, Cruise and Cavallo are fighting a losing battle. Novak finds himself on the receiving end of the Charity Act Beta from Will Bauer, and Falcon follows it with a big frog splash, dropping right on Tristan.
The Awakening, Brookes, and Vinaldi stand tall… until Lance Van Leer appears to a huge ovation, wielding a baseball bat. Van Leer is bandaged heavily after the attacks by Brookes, but he runs to the ring, going on adrenaline. He slides in with the ball bat and goes right after Falcon, clotheslining him over the top rope with the bat. Hart tries to blindside LVL, but he drives the end of the bat into his stomach and cracks his back with it. Tyler falls to the mat, and Wicked grabs LVL, applying a bearhug. LVL manages to wriggle his arms free and rakes Wicked’s eyes. Zack drops him, and Van Leer drives his ass into the mat with the Van Leer Spear!
LVL gets up, but is ambushed by Vinaldi and Brookes, who deal out some pain. Brookes hoists Van Leer to his shoulder and sets him up as Vinaldi climbs to the top rope… They’re going for Strychnine and Cyanide, but Brady Cruise crotches Vinaldi on the top rope. Cavallo pulls LVL off Brookes’ shoulders and delivers a big dropkick, sending the Irish oaf stumbling into Brady Cruise, who delivers a big backbreaker for his effort. Darius Falcon is back in the ring now, wielding a cheese grater. He cuts into Cruise’s skull, tearing away his flesh. The fans boo as Falcon makes the fan favorite bleed. Falcon removes the cheese grater, and he tries to go after Tristan Novak, but Rufus blindsides Falcon with a big boot. Vinaldi leaps off the top rope, catching Rufus with a big dropkick that sends him falling through the ropes to the outside floor. Tristan finds himself on the receiving end of a misguided chair shot from Lance Van Leer after Vinaldi moved out of the way. Drake kicks the chair into LVL’s face, causing him to fall to the mat and roll out of the ring. Vinaldi has seemingly cleared the ring, despite some brawling near one of the corners between Bauer and Cavallo.
Suddenly, the lights go black and silver spotlights flicker throughout the arena. One Winged Angel hits the speakers, and the crowd f*cking ERUPTS as their PWW World Heavyweight Champion, Kenzo Katana, makes his way to the ring, wearing the title belt. Katana and Vinaldi lock eyes as Kenzo enters the ring. The two of them stare down… and come to blows! Vinaldi and Kenzo start exchanging a series of vicious chops and forearms, with neither man gaining the definitive advantage. Vinaldi catches Kenzo with a high kick, but Katana fires back with a spinning chop to the chest. Vinaldi tears away his wrist tape, and Vinaldi lowers his shin pads. The two men are prepared to do business, but The Awakening and Revolution reenter the ring, brawling still. The World Champ and the Number One Contender get caught in the middle, but suddenly, the PWW Theme hits, and James Simpson comes out, screaming into a megaphone.
James Simpson:
CUT IT OUT!
Nobody listens. GG.
James Simpson:
STOP IT OR YOU’RE ALL FIRED!
That got their attention. The men separate into their separate factions, with some of them leaving the ring.
James Simpson:
Thank you. Alright, you assh*les can get back to tearing each other apart as soon as I finish this statement if you aren’t still trying to overcome the SHOCK. That’s right… I’m about to announce the opponent for The Awakening at Winter Warfare, our January Pay-Per-View. They are perhaps the greatest tag team in recent memory, and are currently the tag team champions in another company. Ladies and gentlemen… it is my pleasure to introduce to you…
Everyone is awaiting the answer impatiently…
James Simpson:
THE BEST. TAG TEAM. EVER!
AND THE CROWD GOES… mild. BTTE come out, making some generic symbols as they wear their tag team titles from that other company. They wear shades in doors and don’t give a damn what you think! They’re cooler than you!
”The Great” Michael Magnum
YE-YE-YEAH! TIME TO MAN UP, ‘WAKENING! THE BEST TAG TEAM EVER IS IN… THA… HOOOOOUUUUUUSE!
The crowd remains rather silent as Magnum prances around. Simpson giggles like a schoolgirl.
Chris “F*cking” Justice:
It’s not very often that the big leaguers from Japan come to dinky little America…
Michael Magnum:
I thought America was larger than Japan?
Chris Justice:
…Well, SURE, if you’re thinking about land mass. Japan has FAR more people.
Michael Magnum:
Are you sure you don’t mean China?
Chris Justice:
Fine, but they have better sushi.
Michael Magnum:
Fo sheezy. Alright, Awakening. If you saw how much money Jimmy Boy here threw at us just to come here and whoop your asses, you’d be ashamed. You better be prepared, because next week, it’s going to be me and Chris versus Tyler and Zack in separate singles matches.
Chris Justice:
…RESPECTIVELY!
Justice pauses, awaiting some cheers. The crowd is still pretty mild.
Michael Magnum:
That’s a crappy line to end on. And, wait, why do I get stuck with the big juiced up ugly bastard?
Chris Justice:
Don’t ask me, man; I’m not the booker here.
Michael Magnum:
You might as well be. Anyway, Awakening, it’s time for you to MAN UP! The real champions of the tag team division are gonna’ put you to SHAME, sons!
BTTE exit with Simpson as the crowd remains rather dead and we fade out.
War
[01.17.07]
Match one:
Michael Simons versus Johnny Reed
Exhibition: Singles
Newcomer Johnny Reed has arrived on the scene, and the “Red Dragon” plans on making a big splash in the PWW pool tonight. In order to do so, he’ll have to get past resident gimmick-hating Unknown, Michael Simons, who plans to continue his quest to destroy Entertainment Establishment. Following an exchange of wrestling moves, Simons takes the inexperienced Reed down to the mat with a back heel trip-style takedown. Simons mounts Reed and starts dropping a few forearms. He passes by Johnny’s chances at defense and applies a modified head and arm choke. Reed manages to wriggle toward the ropes and get a foot underneath to force a break early in this contest. Simons and Reed are brought back to their feet and in the center of the ring, and they move in for the lock up. Simons again takes Reed down to the mat by switching behind him with a waistlock and throwing him to the canvas. Simons does follow up with any grappling, and decides to switch his style up a bit, applying a Muay Thai clinch and driving some knees into Reed’s face. Somebody’s been watching their cage fighting. He applies an over-under lock on Johnny and tosses him over with a belly-to-belly suplex with some slight modification.
Simons continues his offense, getting a handful of near falls on Reed. Following a big butterfly suplex. Simons plans to end things with his patented move, the Blind Eye Halo. He applies the reverse front chancery, but Reed pulls a veteran move by dropping to a knee and using a snapmare to bring Michael to the mat. Reed locks on a rear chinlock, but Simons lifts himself to his feet and drops Reed’s jaw on his head for a nasty jawbreaker. Reed staggers into the ropes, and Simons charges, looking to tackle him. Johnny wisely moves out of the way, causing Simons’ to be brought through the ropes by his own momentum. Simons lands on the outside, but he isn’t hurt. He gets to his feet and tries to shake off the cobwebs, but instead he finds himself on the receiving end of a twisting corkscrew plancha by Reed, which sends both men to the floor. The crowd gives Reed a pop for the high-risk move. It takes a moment, but Reed gets Simons back inside and makes the cover, but Michael easily kicks out. Reed stays on the offensive, running to the ropes and coming back for a leg drop. He makes the cover again, and The Unknown gets the shoulder up.
Reed pulls Simons back to his feet and fires off a few forearms. He tries to deliver a Sunset Flip Powerbomb, but as he attempts to flip Simons to drive his head into the mat, Simons pushes his legs forward and grabs him around the shoulders, delivering a crucifix bomb out of nowhere! Simons pulls Reed back to his feet and locks him in the reverse facelock… and delivers the Blind Eye Halo! The Unknown hooks both legs to secure the three-count victory.
Winner: Michael Simons via Pinfall at 8:25
Match Two
Terry Olau versus Brett Stokes
Exhibition: Singles
Written by Ice Cold
In Pro Wrestling Warriors, you can always expect to see some of the world's finest professional wrestling with athletes that always put everything on the line. Then you've got the occasional fatty Terry Olau that wants to make a SPLASH IF YOU GET WHAT I'M SAYING. Cough. Anyway, the bell rings, and Brett Stokes decides to pretend as if he's eating a sandwich. Then he pats his belly. Terry Olau doesn't take too kindly to the mocking of his size and rushes at Stokes for a clothesline. However, Brett quickly sidesteps the shot and runs at Olau, hitting him in the knee with a dropkick. Olau drops to one knee as Stokes hits the ropes and runs backwards his staggered opponent… only to catch a massive headbutt. Stokes stumbles backwards into the ropes and favors his forehead as Olau gets to his feet. He takes his time in walking over to Stokes before hooking his arms up on the top rope. Olau pulls one of his massive hands back… and chops Stokes across the chest. Brett yells in pain and gasps for air, but Olau fires off with another big chop. Brett now walks across the ring while coughing and stops in the turnbuckle.
Olau sees his opportunity and backs away from Stokes as he recovers. Terry is in the opposite corner and stamps his feet before charging at Brett. He looks for a big splash… but Stokes quickly ducks out of the ring through the ropes. Olau goes chest first into the corner, and Stokes jumps back onto the ring apron before heading to the top rope. Stokes faces the crowd and readies himself before flying backwards with a moonsault! Unfortunately, Terry's massive frame does not go down and he catches Stokes. Terry smirks before running forward with Stokes, looking to crush him in between the turnbuckle, but Stokes slips out and shoves Olau forward with all his might, slamming him into the corner again.
Terry staggers backwards… and Stokes makes the mistake of trying to roll him into a small package. Olau doesn't budge and simply laughs at Stokes. He looks down, smiles, and Stokes shrieks in horror as Olau sits on top of him with all of his might. Terry stands back up, and Stokes bounces across the ring, holding his chest with his eyes bulging. Olau walks over to Stokes and goes for the cover… one, two, thr- Stokes gets the foot on the ropes! "Enormous" is looking rather peeved right now and grabs Stokes by the leg, dragging him over to the corner. Terry now climbs up to the first rope… then to the second… and turns to face the ring. Olau motions to the crowd and 450 pounds fly through the air for an Earthquake Splash… but nobody's home! Stokes rolls out of the way. Olau rolls onto his back… House of Mirrors! Stokes hits the standing Phoenix Splash and hooks Olau's massive leg before getting the three count.
Winner: Brett Stokes via Pinfall at 9:45
Match three:
Race Fletcher versus Rob Cavallo
Exhibition: Singles
Race Fletcher makes his much-awaited Pro Wrestling Warriors debut tonight. Fletcher is a man who knows how to fight, whether it be in the ring or on the streets. He has the credibility to go a long way in this business, and tonight, he’s facing the man who’s been on a losing streak as of late, Mr. Rob Cavallo. Fletcher immediately moves into the aggressive, shoving Cavallo into the corner during their lock-up. He gives Rob a clean break and seems pretty pumped up to be here. They move in for a lock up again, but Rob goes behind and locks on a waistlock. Fletcher quickly breaks his grip and turns, grabbing Cavallo in the process. He grabs Cavallo and delivers a huge Head and Arm Suplex, popping off the impressive move in the early stage of this match. He makes the cover, but Cavallo gets a shoulder up at two. Fletcher grabs Cavallo around the head and pulls him into a side headlock. Cavallo gets back to his feet, and he tries to shove Fletcher off, but the Urban Soldier hangs on, preventing the endeavor.
Cavallo eventually succeeds after firing a few forearms into the side of Fletcher. Race rebounds off the ropes, and Cavallo jumps over him with a leapfrog. He drops down on Race’s return, and Rob tries a big dropkick as Race rebounds off the ropes, but Fletcher hangs on, letting Rob crash on the canvas. Fletcher chuckles a bit before walking up to Rob and firing a kick into his side. Cavallo quickly gets to his feet, ready to go. Fletcher charges The Future and scoops him up, looking for a slam. Cavallo quickly locks on a front facelock to counteract the maneuver. Rob gets back on his feet with it and soon drives Race into the canvas with a big DDT. Cavallo makes the cover this time, but Fletcher is the one who kicks out before two. Cavallo runs to the ropes and springs off the middle one, attempting a Lionsault, but Fletcher moves out of the way. Rob shows great agility by landing on his feet and quickly adjusting to deliver a spinning heel kick to the face of a charge Race Fletcher. This causes the Urban Soldier to stagger back. Cavallo runs at him, trying to stay on the offensive, but Race manages to back bodydrop Rob all the way over the top rope to the outside floor!
A huge “Holy sh*t!” chant erupts as Cavallo crashes on the outside, looking to be out. Race seems a bit shocked that the move actually worked, but that doesn’t stop his pursuit, as he leaves the ring, despite the referee refusing to allow him to do so. Fletcher grabs Cavallo and throws him into the steel barricade to soften him up. The referee is adamant about the wrestlers returning to the ring, as he thinks Rob might be injured after the previous fall. Race rolls Cavallo into the ring at the referee’s request and makes the cover, but Cavallo kicks out in the nick of time. Fletcher pulls Rob to his feet and grabs him in position. He drives him into the canvas with a t-bone suplex. Fletcher grabs Rob, and it looks like he’s setting up to deal out more damage. He drives a few elbows into Rob’s head and pulls him back to his feet again, this time delivering a big back suplex. Fletcher makes the cover, but forgets that Cavallo is so close to the ropes; thusly, Rob is able to get a foot on the lower rope to force a break.
Fletcher pounds Cavallo a few times in the head with his forearm before pulling him up once more, this time setting up a belly to belly suplex. Cavallo manages to become aware of the situation, and he quickly fires of a bell clap, connecting with either side of Race’s head. Race is stunned, but he tries to deliver the suplex again. This time, Cavallo manages to grab him around the neck, and he drives him into the canvas with a complete shot. Rob seems to be mounting a comeback now as he gets to his feet around the same time as Fletcher. Race swings for a clothesline, but Cavallo ducks under and responds with a flurry of forearms, feeding off the energy of the Pennsylvania crowd. Cavallo runs to the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm that sends Fletcher stumbling into the turnbuckles. Cavallo runs toward him, delivering a big splash. Race staggers out, and Cavallo again stays on the offensive, nailing the Time Traveler! He hooks the leg… but Fletcher somehow kicks out.
Cavallo decides it’s time to go high-risk – after all, he’s certainly FASTER than Fletcher. Rob climbs to the top rope, setting up one of his patented aerial moves. He goes for a corkscrew moonsault, but Fletcher gets out of the way, causing Rob to crash and burn on the canvas. After a moment, Fletcher grabs the stunned Cavallo and delivers a half nelson suplex, driving Rob headfirst into the mat. Cavallo bounces up, actually rebounding off the impact of his own collision. He walks right into Fletcher, who boots him in the stomach. Race grabs Cavallo’s arms and spin him around, preparing to end things with the Concrete Crash, his patented Kudoh Driver. It looks like Race will be walking away with the – what? Cavallo slides out and grabs Fletcher into the schoolboy. He pulls the tights… and gets the three count!
Winner: Rob Cavallo via Pinfall at 14:26
ROB CAVALLO HAS WON A MATCH!!! The fans go apesh*t as Cavallo gets out of the ring to celebrate. He leans against the barricade, hanging with his people. But Race Fletcher can’t believe it… He had the match won. Fletcher grabs the microphone from the ring announcer, sneering angrily at him.
Race Fletcher:
…What…the… F*CK?! I had the match won… No, no, no, no… This isn’t happening. YOU! I WANT A REMATCH! RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW!
Fletcher throws the microphone down and gets out of the ring, staring intently at Cavallo. He shoves Rob, who takes a few steps back. Suddenly, security rushes the scene to break things up. Cavallo backs away as they restrain Fletcher, who proceeds to spew a string of profanities from his potty mouth.
Following Rob Cavallo’s miraculous victory, we go backstage, where James Simpson seems to be explaining something to Hardcore Holly.
James Simpson:
I’m sorry, Bob, but Lance Van Leer is in no shape to compete after Roderick Brookes’ sneak attack.
Holly screams with anger before grabbing a random attendant standing by. He lifts him into the air and drives him into the floor with the Alabama Slam. Holly storms off, but not before yelling these six words:
Hardcore Holly:
HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW?!
Holly storms off, and the camera follows him, revealing GillT who was watching what went down. GillT looks at Holly, then at the crewmember. He finally turns toward the camera and says…
GillT:
DAMN!
GillT shakes his head as we go back to ringside for the next contest.
Match four:
Adrian King versus Will Bauer
Exhibition: Battle Without Honor
The King of the Abattoir is prepared to wage war against the straightedge zealot known as William Bauer. Bauer is not inexperienced in the hardcore environment; however, he prides himself on having no need to use weapons. King brings a large scepter-like object to the ring, having several thorns atop the head. He leaves it behind as he slides inside, and the two men begin exchanging shots. Bauer and King exchange blows, with Bauer using some stiff forearms, while King relies on closed fists. The two men eventually come to a stand still, and King takes advantage with a high knee to the stomach. Bauer doubles over, and King smashes him with a clubbing forearm, sending Will into the canvas. King wastes little time in getting out of the ring and reaching under it, grabbing a long, wooden table. The fans cheer as Adrian reveals the instrument and slides it out. He places it on the apron, preparing to slide it inside the ring, but Bauer delivers a baseball slide dropkick into the table, causing it to smack King in the head and send him flying into the guardrails.
Bauer slides out of the ring and picks up a steel chair at ringside. He swings for King’s head, but the Akuma ducks under, causing Bauer to smack it against the steel guardrail instead. King swiftly doubles Will over with a kick to the stomach, causing him to drop the steel instrument. Adrian Irish whips Bauer into the steel barrier, causing his flesh to collide with the metal. Bauer stays prone for a moment, giving King enough time to deliver a huge clothesline that sends him toppling over the top of the barrier. King steps over, pursuing Bauer. Fans scatter out of the way to give the big men some room to fight. King grabs a nearby stand full of random PWW crap—I mean, merchandise—and lifts it, showing his impressive strength. He throws it against Bauer, hitting him in the back with it. Bauer falls to the floor, wincing in pain, and King doesn’t let up. He grabs an official Kenzo Katana t-shirt and begins choking Will Bauer with it. The referee tries to get King to bring the action back to the ring, but there isn’t much he can do under these rules.
Adrian eventually lets go and grabs Bauer, pulling him even further away from the ring. King puts Bauer on his shoulder and tries to give him the ol’ snake eyes into the nearby wall, but Bauer slides out in time, sending King face-first into the concrete. King bounces off and drops to a knee. Bauer grabs King’s head and slams it off the wall again before kicking him so hard that King falls to the floor in pain. Bauer rummages through some items while taking a breather. The camera gets a good shot of Adrian King, who’s been busted wide open. Bauer has hold of a plastic trashcan, and he dumps the contents on King, covering him with garbage, before smacking him in the head with the large plastic trash container. King lies on the floor, feeling his bloody head now, and Bauer puts some boots to his side. Will lifts King and throws him inside… the entrance to the bathroom. Alright.
The two of them go inside, and King rallies back, firing off a few punches. Bauer stops him dead in his tracks with a big double underhook suplex, dropping King hard on the tile floor. Some murmuring can be heard in the stall, so Bauer opens the door, revealing Lil Finga and GillT standing, with some type of drug paraphernalia and money laid out on the toilet.
Lil Finga:
Oh, sh*t, ni-
GillT inadvertently bumps the drugs and money into the toilet.
GillT:
DAMN!
Bauer disposes of the midcard comedy act and his jobber companion by throwing them out of the bathroom. King is crawling on his hands and knees now, trying to get to his feet. Bauer kicks him in the side of the head and pulls him back to his feet, throwing him into the stall. Bauer looks down at a toilet, but he shakes his head. He drags King over to the next stall, opening the door. It’s unoccupied, thankfully. He looks in the toilet, but remains unpleased.
Suddenly, some squishing noises are heard, and Bauer holds his nose, coughing loudly. He goes over to the next stall, but it’s locked. Some more squishing is heard as Bauer knocks.
Will Bauer:
I NEED IN THERE!
The man doesn’t answer. Instead, there’s a few seconds of silence… until the loudest sh*t you’ve ever heard echoes throughout the bathroom, likely causing the entire arena to rumble. A few seconds go by before the door opens.
Terry Olau:
Yo, man… I wouldn’t go in there for a whil-
Will Bauer:
GET THE F*CK OUTTA MY STALL!
Bauer shoves the 450-pound Hawaiian man aside and throws King in there. Bauer hovers over the weakened Akuma, saying a final few words.
Will Bauer:
You were always known for talking a lot of sh*t, Adrian. Now let’s see you eat your words.
Bauer tries to shove King’s head into the commode, but King fires back with an elbow to the midsection. He grabs Bauer by his head and slams his face off the ceramic toilet seat. Bauer flies back, falling out of the stall. King gags before flushing the toilet. He walks out of the stall and grabs Bauer by his ankle as he tries to crawl away. King drags him toward him and pulls Bauer to his feet, slamming his face off the hand drying air-blowing mechanism. Whatever those things are called. King reaches by the sink and grabs a plunger. He places the plunger over Bauer’s face and starts pulling on it a few times. Bauer tries to breath, but King starts punching him in the stomach. He eventually gets Will slumped in the corner. Suddenly, Tyler Hart, Zack Wicked, and Darius Falcon charge into the bathroom. King immediately knows he’s outnumbered, but tries to fight them off. He delivers a few rights to Wicked and Hart, but Falcon drills him in the face with a pair of scissors. He starts ripping into King’s flesh, tearing away his skin. Drops of Adrian’s blood spatter on the bathroom floor, and the four members of the Awakening slowly drag him out of the bathroom. They take him back to the ring now, passing by a concession stand. Falcon grabs a bottle of mustard and starts squirting it in King’s bloody face. King winces with pain, and Darius chuckles.
Darius Falcon:
And they thought Holy Water burned… Heh.
Falcon and Wicked throw King over the top of the barrier, sending him rolling at ringside. Falcon grabs a couple steel chairs and slides them into the ring. King is then slid in as well as Falcon and Bauer get inside. Falcon places a chair underneath King’s head and hands the other to Bauer… Will lifts the chair high… ONE-MAN CONCHAIRTO! Bauer drills the steel into King’s head. Will stands over Adrian, laughing menacingly before dropping to his knees and rolling Adrian over. He hooks the leg and puts this one to rest.
Winner: Will Bauer via Pinfall at 17:55
Bauer and The Awakening stand over King, until Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva hits, and out comes Brady Cruise! Cruise may be alone tonight, with Lance otherwise indisposed due to Lance Van Leer, but he’s wielding a steel chair. Cruise slides into the ring and ducks under a clothesline attempt from Zack Wicked, before drilling him in the head with a steel chair! Cruise turns toward Bauer, but can’t react fast enough, as Hart catches Brady from the side with a chair shot of his own, smacking Brady in the back. Cruise drops to a knee, holding his back in pain, and Bauer grabs Cruise… Spinal Tap 2K7! Spinning Space Tornado Ogawa onto the steel chair! Cruise lies in agony, but Ladies and Gentlemen hits the speakers again… It’s Rob Cavallo! Cavallo, fresh off a victory, runs down the ring, wearing a Revolution t-shirt. Rob has a belt in his hand, and he runs to the ring, swinging it wildly, trying to whip someone. The Awakening scatters and leave the ring, allowing Cavallo to check on Cruise and King. He helps his fallen comrade to his feet, and Cruise thanks Cavallo for helping him. He motions toward Cavallo’s t-shirt, and Rob gets on the microphone.
Rob Cavallo:
A few weeks ago, Brady Cruise, you imposed upon me a question; does Rob Cavallo want to reunite with Revolution? At first, I was a bit apprehensive. After all, Revolution is a part of my past. How could I go through my wrestling career trying to reunite with the past when I claim to be “The Future?” That would be self-betrayal, and being a hypocrite isn’t something I’m very fond of. If I were, I’d join The Awakening.
Cheap laughter from the crowd.
Rob Cavallo:
But after the way I’ve seen you and Lance fight for the last few weeks, I realize – This is more than just Rob Cavallo. This is more than just Revolution. Hell, this is more than just the fans in the Palestra tonight, right here in Philly!
Cheap pop from the crowd. GG Cheapo.
Rob Cavallo:
This… is for PWW. This is for Pro Wrestling Warriors, and that’s exactly what I am. I’m a warrior, and I’m willing to put my life on the line – each and every night – if it means I’ve got your back, and you’ve got mine. This war with The Awakening has gone on for far too long, and it’s time to put an end to it. Next week, I want to begin that war. That’s why I’m challenging Will Bauer, right here on War, next week. You may have won this week, Bauer, but so have I. Next week, the future isn’t very bright for The Awakening.
Revolution and Adrian King head backstage.
Match five:
Roderick Brookes versus AJ Cross
Exhibition: Singles
Before the match begins, Myles Ravington makes his way to the ring, going to the commentary position. When asked by Scott the Scoop why he was watching the match, Myles Ravington responded by asking Scoop what business it was of his, to which Scoop responds by shutting up. Cross and Brookes are two men with a lot on the line in this bout. Brookes gets the advantage in the lock-up, forcing Cross into the corner. The referee asks for a clean break, but Brookes instead grinds his forearm into the head of Cross. The referee counters to four, and Brookes attempts to remind him that he has till five, but Cross promptly slaps Brookes across the face. He follows up with a few forearms and drop toeholds Brookes onto the middle turnbuckle once he tries to charge forward. Cross pulls Brookes out of the corner and whips him into the opposite turnbuckles. He charges for a clothesline, but Roderick gets a big boot up, catching AJ in the jaw. Cross drops to the mat, and Brookes goes out of the ring, grabbing Cross by his leg. He drags AJ toward the turnbuckles before pulling him against the turnbuckle post. Make a wish, AJ!
Cross gets low blowed by the turnbuckle post, and the referee is lenient enough to let it slide this time. Brookes grabs Cross and smacks his leg off the turnbuckle post, to which Ravington stands up and applauds the efforts. Brookes looks over to Ravington and smirks before driving a big elbow into Cross’ knee. Brookes grabs AJ’s legs, trying to do the same move again, but Cross kicks away, sending Brookes into the steel guardrails. Cross wriggles toward the middle of the ring, holding his groin and knee in pain. Brookes gets back inside, but Cross catches him off guard with a dropkick. That one hurt AJ as much as it hurt Brookes, and Roderick quickly rebounds off the ropes and connects with a big knee to AJ’s midsection. Cross doubles over, and Brookes hoists him to his shoulder, looking for the Church Bombing. Cross slips out and grabs Brookes from behind… hangman’s neckbreaker. He hooks the leg, but Brookes’ shoulder jumps off the mat at two and a half.
AJ climbs to the top rope now, deciding to ignore his injuries for the time being. He leaps off for a high crossbody, but Brookes counters simply by moving out of the way, causing Cross to collide with the mat. AJ jams up his knee, grabbing it instantly on the impact. He gets up, hobbling a bit, and Brookes takes advantage by delivering a chop block. Brookes grabs the leg and rolls Cross over, applying a half boston crab. AJ is in trouble as Brookes leans back, applying pressure to both the leg and the back. AJ fights off the pain, and the crowd rallies behind him as he inches toward the lower rope. He finally reaches, forcing a break. Brookes keeps hold of the submission for the full four seconds before letting go.
Roderick pulls Cross to his feet and delivers a big chop to the chest, stunning him. He stays on the offensive with a few more shots and soon delivers a snapping powerslam on Cross for a two count. Brookes goes for a piledriver, but AJ counters it with a back bodydrop, sending Roderick into the canvas. Cross waits for Roderick to get to his feet… and nails the superkick! Cross quickly falls to the mat, hurting his own leg in the process. He clutches his knee and crawls toward the ropes. Ravington leaves his ringside commentary position and grabs a steel chair. The fans boo as he tries to hand Cross the chair to use. AJ refuses, telling him to get out of here. Ravington gets on the apron, and the referee begins arguing with him. Myles tries to explain to the referee that he wasn’t doing anything. Meanwhile, Roderick Brookes tries to suplex Cross, but AJ counters into a bulldog. Cross gets to his feet and grabs Brookes. Brookes manages to fire back with a European Uppercut. He Irish whips AJ, but it gets reversed, and Brookes smacks face-first into the chair Ravington was holding.
AJ grabs Brookes… and locks on the No Cure for Chlamydia! Brookes tries to wriggle free of the cobra clutch, and he eventually does, turning around… but takes the Cross Cutter! AJ makes the cover… one, two, thre—NO! Brookes gets his foot under the rope right in the nick of time! AJ motions that it’s time for the big guns, and he seems to be going for some type of Death Valley Driver. He hoists Brookes onto his shoulders, but Roderick slips out. Ravington is back on the apron now, still holding the chair. The referee doesn’t notice him as Brookes rolls Cross into a prawn hold. One, two, Cross kicks away, causing Brookes’ head to smack right off the steel chair! Brookes staggers back, and Cross grabs him into an inside cradle to get the upset!
Winner: AJ Cross via Pinfall at 11:45
Cross is ecstatic for his victory, but he gets leveled by a steel chair shot from Ravington! Myles laughs at Cross as he looms over him, but Brookes shoves Ravington, yelling at him for costing the match. It looks like Roderick is going to exact revenge, but Brady Cruise and Rob Cavallo of Revolution hit the ring, chasing Brookes away, letting him know that they’re gunning for him.
Match six:
Victor Scott versus Drake Vinaldi
Exhibition: Greased Up Pole Match
With Kenzo Katana on commentary, Vinaldi sets out to impress the World Champion, despite being booked in this horrible gimmick match. Neither Scott nor Vinaldi seem pleased as Simpson walks out, with a handyman next to him carrying a large twenty-foot pole. He places it in the center of the ring. It appears pre-greased. GG.
James Simpson:
Alright, here’s how it’s going to go down. This is a one-versus-one competition. The first man to climb the greased up pole and ring the bell becomes the winner. Alright, any questions?
Drake Vinaldi:
YEAH, WHAT THE F*CK DID YOU SMOKE FOR BREAKFAST, YOU GODDAMN-
James Simpson:
That’ll be enough, Mr. Vinaldi. Alright, gentlemen, whenever you’re ready, I will ring this bell and let the match be underway.
Instead, Vinaldi leaves the ring, grabbing a microphone from ringside.
Drake Vinaldi:
You know what? You can forget it. If you’re going to book me in this bullsh*t, you can just forget it. Victor Scott will win. He can climb up that pole and get all greasy and hug it and pretend it’s a huge—
James Simpson:
Whoa, whoa, calm down. See, this isn’t just some trivial, pointless match. This is for the number one contender’s trophy.
Vinaldi is seething now.
Drake Vinaldi:
You better be f*cking joking.
James Simpson:
What, you didn’t realize that? If that’s what it takes to get this match going, then that’s what I’ll do.
Vinaldi seems really pissed off for a second, but that anger soon turns into a knowing grin.
Drake Vinaldi:
Heh. I see what you’re doing, Simpson. You just like to play fun, little games.
James Simpson:
What, you think this is my idea of a GAME, Mr. Vinaldi? While I do partake in the occasional Candyland, this isn’t my idea of a jovial contest. This is a wrestling match. This is for a title shot against Kenzo Katana. If you’re taking this competition lightly, then I-
Drake Vinaldi:
No, I see it now. You think this is just some… fun little game. Well, guess what, Simpson? I have a game we can call. How about the game of my lawyers suing your ass and your company for every dime you’ve got for rescinding on our contractual agreements? Hmm? Spending a few years in prison and getting ass raped by Big Bubba? Does that sound like a fun time to you, Jimbo?
Simpson gulps… and motions for them to clear the ring of the greased up pole. Victor Scott remains emotionless, awaiting the final verdict of just what kind of match he’ll be having.
James Simpson:
You’re smarter than you look, Drake. Alright, I can’t force you into a match for your number one contender’s trophy. However, I can book you in a wrestling match, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Tonight, it will be Drake Vinaldi versus Victor Scott – Not for any trophy or title, but for pride, honor, and victory. Enjoy.
With that, Simpson heads backstage, a bit torn up that his fun has been ruined.
Match six:
Drake Vinaldi versus Victor Scott
Exhibition: Singles
Vinaldi and Scott want to prove which man really deserves to face Kenzo Katana for the World Title. After a handshake at the beginning, they move in for the lock-up, with Scott using his larger frame to back Drake into the corner. Vinaldi manages to turn the tides by throwing Scott into the corner. He starts delivering a few high knees into the midsection, but Scott turns Vinaldi into the ropes again and starts stomping on his feet. Drake quickly shifts his weight and twists his hips, throwing Scott into the canvas. He starts dropping some elbows on his head, but Scott grabs Vinaldi into a headlock to toss him on his back on the mat. Scott stays on top of Vinaldi, holding his shoulders down for a count of two. Vinaldi shoots a shoulder up as Scott wrenches on the headlock. Drake slowly brings his legs up and wraps them around Scott’s neck, pulling him down to the mat with a headscissors. Scott rolls onto his head so he looks like an ostrich trapped in the hold. He rolls forward, spreading his weight on top of Vinaldi for another two count before Drake rises.
Vinaldi pulls himself upward as he bridges and spins Victor, quickly grabbing hold of his arms and pulling him into a backslide for a two count. Scott rolls back and gets in a crouched position, immediately catching the unsuspecting Vinaldi with a slap to the face. Scott jumps from the crouched position with a vicious European Uppercut that sends Vinaldi flipping onto his head and crashing on the mat. The fans pop for that one. Scott pulls Vinaldi to his feet and starts throwing forearms into his head. He whips Drake into the corner and follows up with a huge forearm to the jaw. Vinaldi slowly drops to the lower corner, and Scott runs to the ropes, rebounding with a running boot scrape to Vinaldi’s face, a move taken straight out of his playbook.
Scott pulls Drake toward the middle of the ring and makes the cover, hooking the leg for a count of two. Victor applies a rear chinlock on Vinaldi… or so he thinks. Drake quickly slips out and delivers a capoeria wheel kick to Scott, sending him staggering into the ropes. Drake kips up and charges Victor, delivering a rolling kappou kick! Scott stumbles through the ropes, falling to the outside. Vinaldi runs to the opposite ropes and returns with a tope, wiping out his adversary. The fans cheer, but Katana makes the remark that Vinaldi is taking an unnecessary risk, and if he tries that in their title match, then Kenzo will capitalize on it. After a moment of rest, Vinaldi rolls Scott back inside and delivers a few stomps. Scott rolls toward to the ropes, giving himself time to get back to his feet. Victor moves in for a lock up, and Vinaldi feigns that he’s going to grapple, but instead delivers a big kick to Scott’s thigh, catching him off guard. Scott staggers back, and Vinaldi smirks. They move in again, and this time Drake acts like he’s going to kick Scott in the head, but as he goes to do so, he quickly shoots in for a single, taking Scott down to the mat. Vinaldi gets on top of Scott and starts dropping a few fists. Victor manages to throw Vinaldi off him. He turns, on his knees now, and tries to get to his feet, but Drake catches him with a lightning quick kick to the chest.
Victor is stunned, and he can’t move due to the intense amount of pain he’s in. Drake delivers another vicious kick to the chest, again stopping Scott dead in his tracks. He grabs Scott and rolls him forward with a snapmare, seating him on the mat. Vinaldi licks the side of his hand… and starts viciously ripping into the back of the Uncrowned Champion of the World with machine gun chops! Scott’s facial expression tells it all as Vinaldi dishes it out. Drake eventually kicks the stunned Scott in the chest, lying him prone on the mat. He runs to the ropes and comes back with a huge flying knee to the head, dropping it right on Scott, while letting out a banshee yell. Vinaldi makes the cover, but Victor shoots a shoulder off the mat at two. Drake pulls Victor to his feet and points to Kenzo, who takes notice. Vinaldi pauses a moment… and starts delivering a series of rapid kicks to Victor’s forehead! He fires off a series of about fifteen kicks to the head, sending Scott into a daze. Vinaldi grabs Scott afterward and delivers a huge forearm, sending him into the mat.
Drake lets out another scream before leaping into the air for a standing variant of the Lunatic High! He hooks the leg afterward, but SOMEHOW Scott still kicks out. Victor’s resiliency and determination may be the perfect match for Vinaldi’s relentless intensity. Vinaldi lifts Scott again, but this time is on the receiving end of a jawbreaker. Scott follows up on the stunned Vinaldi with a Gourd Buster, driving his head into the mat! Both men collapse as Scott mounts his first bit of offense in quite some time. The men reach their feet at practically identical times and meet in the center of the ring. They exchange chops, with Scott somehow getting the better of Vinaldi. Drake gets whipped into the ropes and caught with a big back bodydrop. Scott is feeling it as he grabs Drake and delivers a big DDT. He hooks the leg, but Vinaldi has enough fight to kick out.
Scott decides it’s time to finish this bout. He prepares to make Drake just another victim as he pulls him in for the Victimizer, but Drake takes Scott down to the mat with a shoot. He starts driving some forearms into his jaw, but Scott rolls over, getting on top now. He rains down with a couple punches of his own, but Vinaldi kicks him off. They get back to their feet, just in time for Scott to deliver a big knee to the gut. He grabs Vinaldi in position… and nails the Victimizer! Vinaldi spikes off the canvas and rolls toward the ropes… and out of the ring. The wise veteran manages to prevent a loss by getting to the outside. Scott gets out of the ring, but he’s a bit slow after all that’s transpired during their match. Scott grabs Vinaldi and rolls him back inside, but by the time he makes the cover, he only gets two. Scott gets back to his feet, preparing to end things with a nasty lariat. He sets up in the corner as Drake gets to his feet. Vinaldi see Scott coming and grabs the nearest shield near him – a human shield, namely the referee. Scott collides with the ref, but stops before he delivers the full brunt of the move. The ref gets squashed between Vinaldi and Scott, and Drake still takes a bit of the lariat. Scott grabs Drake and pulls him to his feet… He’s setting up the VVD, but Vinaldi slides out and locks on a rear naked chokehold! Scott fights it off by breaking the grip and turning around. He boots Drake in the stomach and sets up another Victimizer, but Vinaldi low blows Scott.
Drake doubles Victor over with the illegal maneuver and delivers a kick to his knee. Vinaldi prepares to follow up with the Killing Blow, but Scott has enough wits about him to duck under the deadly kick and respond with a low blow of his own, returning the favor! Vinaldi drops to his knees in pain, and Scott gets to his feet. Victor grabs Drake and sets up another move, but Drake delivers an enzuigiri as he’s pulled to his feet, catching Victor off guard. Scott collapses to the mat, and Drake pulls him in position for the Lunatic High. He pulls on the referee, getting him awake enough to make the count. Vinaldi climbs to the top rope, ready to drive his feet into the heart of Victor Scott. The Uncrowned Champion of the World somehow gets to his feet and cuts Vinaldi off, crotching him on the top rope. He climbs to the middle ropes, setting up a superplex. He then climbs to the top, but Vinaldi starts battling back with a few shots to the midsection. Drake delivers a stiff chop to the chest, but Scott responds with a few headbutts. They seem to have the same effect on Scott as they do on Drake, but he manages to pull Vinaldi in… He’s going for a top-rope Victimizer! Drake is in serious trouble… but he manages to escape it by chopping at the legs. He trips up Scott, causing him to get crotched on the top rope now and fall backward into the tree of woe. Vinaldi stands on the top rope, regaining his composure. He grinds his foot into the knee of Victor Scott, forcing him to look up… and get driven into the mat with a tree of woe Lunatic High! Vinaldi makes the cover after, even going as far as to put his feet on the ropes, and the barely conscious referee is too groggy to notice as he makes the three count.
Winner: Drake Vinaldi via Pinfall at 19:05
Main Event
The Awakening (Tyler Hart/Zack Wicked) versus The Novaks (Tristan/Rufus)
Exhibition: Tag Team; PWW World Tag Team Tournament Semi-Finals
Written by Ice Cold
Both of the teams in this match are craving Tag Team Championship gold. While the team of Hart and Wicked has never had gold around their waists before, the Novaks certainly know the feeling of being Champions. Tristan allows Rufus Novak to begin the match for their team, and while Zack Wicked prepares to step up to him, Tyler Hart grabs him by the shoulder. Tyler says something to Wicked… who goes onto the corner. Looks like Tyler Hart wants to prove a point by starting out against the big man. After the bell rings, the two men circle the ring. They lock up with Rufus immediately gaining the upper hand and pulling Hart into a side headlock. Hart maneuvers to the ropes and bounces off of them, using the momentum to force his larger opponent off of him. Rufus hits the ropes and comes back at Hart, looking for a MASSIVE big boot, but Hart dodge rolls under it. Hart returns to his feet in an agile motion, hits the ropes, and comes back at Rufus for a rebound lariat. Rufus takes the hit but stays on his feet. Hart gets a little pissed, and the good ol' fashioned game of "Who's going to fall first?" begins. Tyler runs to the ropes again and goes for another lariat… Rufus just laughs. Hart gets a little pissed off and hits the ropes again, but instead of going for a lariat, who goes low and catches Novak with a kick to the knee.
Rufus drops to a knee and Hart maneuvers around him, grabbing both of his arms and pulling them back. Hart now places his foot into the back of Rufus while pulling back on the arms, looking to yank Novak's arms out of his sockets. Rufus looks to be getting onto his feet, but Hart quickly falls forward and drives a knee into Novak's spinal column, forcing him to readjust. Once again, before Novak can react, Hart begins to pull back on the arms again. Novak is in a world of hurt, but Hart soon lets him go and backs towards the ropes. Rufus gets to his feet, and Hart waits for him to turn around. Once he does, Tyler runs forward and goes for his lariat once again… but Novak ducks under it. Hart hits the other set of ropes and comes back… but Rufus catches him… release belly to belly suplex! Hart is thrown across the ring and quickly scampers to his corner, tagging in Zack Wicked.
Rufus beckons Wicked to come forth, which he does, and the two exchange right hands. Wicked, being the… more wicked, decides to duck under a shot from Rufus and drives a forearm into his back, working on the back that Hart attempted to damage earlier. Rufus staggers forward, and Zack forces him onto the ropes with continuous forearms to the back. The referee tells Wicked to back off, which he does. Novak turns around… only to catch a big boot from Wicked that nearly sends him over the top rope. Rufus bounces on the top rope for a second, then lands on his feet… before rushing forward with a LARIOTOOOOO~! Rufus drives Wicked to the mat, and Novak gets a little fired up. Zack gets to his feet, and Rufus runs at him for a spear, lifting Wicked up along the way and slamming him back first into the turnbuckle. Rufus shoots his leg back and fires forward with a shoulder to Wicked's gut, driving the air out of him. Novak performs the move again, causing Wicked to further lose oxygen. Novak pulls Wicked out of the corner and looks to whip him to the opposite side of the ring, but Zack reverses it. Novak hits the corner and Wicked runs at him for a spear of his own… but Rufus moves out of the way. Wicked goes shoulder first into the corner, and Rufus tags in the very anxious Tristan Novak.
Rufus and Tristan walk back over to Wicked, and Rufus pulls him out of the corner. As Tristan climbs to the top rope, Rufus drops Wicked onto his knee with a backbreaker. He then lifts him back up into a sidewalk slam position, and Novak flies off the top rope to complete a leg drop/sidewalk slam combo. Rufus Novak goes back to the apron as Tristan Novak makes a cover… but Tyler Hart breaks it up. Rufus tries to get back into the ring, but the referee stops him as Hart makes his retreat. Novak gets up and yells some profanities at Hart, giving Wicked the time to get up. Tristan turns… and narrowly escapes having his head taken off by a clothesline from Wicked. Zack runs towards his partner's corner and nearly knocks him off the apron. Hart makes a blind tag as Wicked turns around… Tristan leaps up for a hurricanrana! Unfortunately, Wicked hangs onto him… powerbomb! Zack doesn't let his opponent go, but instead lifts him up and carries him towards the turnbuckle. Tyler Hart is in the ring, as the referee has seen the tag, and Zack Wicked now swings Tristan Novak… and slams his arm into the steel ring post between the middle and top ropes. Wicked swings Tristan back into the center of the ring where Tyler Hart pounces on top of him for a Fujiwara armbar!
Hart wrenches at Tristan's arm with the move as Wicked moves back onto the ring apron. Rufus yells for his brother to fight the pain, which Tristan is definitely experiencing a lot of. Hart has a sadistic smile on his face and he continues to try and break Tristan's damn arm, but Novak fights towards the ropes. Hart continues the pressure… but Tristan gets another idea. He manages to maneuver himself onto his knees and twists himself in a position that allows him to blast Hart in the head with a kick. Tyler holds onto that arm… but Novak fires off with another kick to his head. Hart now rolls away from Tristan and pulls himself up with the ropes while holding his head. Tristan heavily favors his arm but sees Tyler holding onto the ropes. He runs at Hart… but Tyler thinks wisely, quickly shooting forward and booting Novak in the damaged left arm. Novak walks away, but Tyler now grabs him in a wristlock with the left arm from behind. Hart now lifts Novak into the air, looking for a big back suplex with Tristan landing on his arm… but Novak flips out and lands behind his opponent. Novak runs to the ropes, and Hart ducks in anticipation of being able to perform a backdrop, but Tristan leaps over him and stomps on his back. Hart stands up straight and holds his back, turning towards Tristan who hits the ropes again… Shining Wizard!
Hart stumbles backwards into the corner, and Tristan comes towards him, getting underneath him and using his shoulders to lift Hart onto the top rope. Tristan, still favoring that left arm, climbs onto the second rope and gives Hart a few good punches to the head. Tristan now leaps up into the air, looking for a Frankensteiner… but Hart catches him. Hart looks as if he's going to give Tristan a powerbomb of some sort, but Rufus Novak runs into the ring. He grabs his brother and lifts him back into the air before flipping him backwards, forcing Tyler Hart to take the 'rana off the top rope! Zack Wicked tries to go after Novak, but the referee stops him and Rufus simply smirks as he goes back to his corner. Both men are now down, and Rufus and Zack each are itching for a tag.
The classic race to your partner begins, and Tyler Hart gets to Wicked first. Zack runs towards Tristan and grabs him by the leg, but Novak contorts himself and boots Wicked right in the gut. Tristan now rolls backwards and tags in Rufus. Wicked sneers as Rufus Novak enters the ring. The two lock up, and Wicked manages to shove Rufus away. Novak gets to his feet near the ropes and Wicked comes at him, but Rufus catches him with a front waistlock. Novak goes to launch Wicked OVER the top rope with a belly to belly, but Zack immediately fires off some elbows to Novak's face. Wicked immediately catches Rufus in the gut with a boot and follows up with a DDT! Rufus rolls into the center of the ring and Wicked pins him but only receives two. Wicked now lifts Rufus up and blasts him across the back with a few forearms. Novak stands up straight… but gets lifted onto Wicked's shoulder. Tyler Hart mounts the top rope, and Wicked floors Rufus with a vicious TKO. Rufus lies on his back… and gets planted with the Hart Breaker! The big man is down and Wicked goes for a cover, but Tristan Novak hustles into the ring and breaks up the count. Hart goes after Tristan quickly and stomps on his hurt arm, stunning him. Zack Wicked now picks Rufus Novak up and shoves him into the corner.
Tyler Hart dominates Tristan Novak with strikes and forces him into the opposite corner, and the two Awakening members look at each other. They go to whip the Novaks into each other… but Tristan and Rufus each reverse, and the heads of Hart and Wicked collide! Wicked stumbles onto the ropes as Tyler Hart stands dazed in the middle of the ring. Rufus Novak gets under him and lifts him into an electric chair position. Tristan Novak hits the ropes behind Novak, runs past him, springboards onto the other ropes… then flies into the air and dropkicks Hart just as Rufus gives him an electric chair suplex! Tyler Hart rolls out of the ring as Zack Wicked tries to run at Rufus for a big boot, but Novak ducks under it. Tristan Novak climbs up to the top rope and Rufus gives Zack a stiff kick to the gut when he turns around, doubling him over. Rufus now drags Wicked over to the corner where Tristan Novak is perched and lifts him into the air in a stalling suplex position. Rufus Novak shows great strength and it looks like the Novaks are going for the Penance… but Rufus drops his opponent when Darius Falcon strides towards the ring.
Tristan yells for his brother to pay attention, but Rufus Novak argues with Darius Falcon who is now on the apron. The referee tries to get Darius to leave as well, leaving Tristan pissed off on the top rope. He looks to get down, but suddenly the Straight Edge Toughman, Will Bauer jumps the barricade, looking better after his fight against King earlier. He leaps onto the apron and crotches Tristan. Bauer yells towards Tyler Hart, who has now recovered. Will Bauer pulls Tristan backwards, with his upper body hanging over the post and to the outside. Bauer drops to the floor, tugging Novak by the hair as Hart runs across the ring apron… and drills Tristan in the temple with a huge boot. Tristan topples to the floor, while back in the ring, Zack Wicked sneaks up behind Rufus Novak and plants him with a HUGE release german suplex. Rufus Novak rolls backwards and bounces off the ropes, right into Zack Wicked who boots him in the gut. Wicked lifts Novak into the air… WICKEDBOMB! Zack makes the cover… and The Awakening advances.
Winners: The Awakening via Pinfall at 25:19
Wicked and Hart have hardly a moment to celebrate before Adrian King, bandaged up from earlier, heads to the ring, wielding a steel chair. He slides inside, and Hart and Wicked charge him. King swings at Hart, but he ducks under, and Wicked blindsides King with a huge lariat! Tristan is back in the ring, and he starts clubbing the hell out of Tyler Hart now. King is getting stomped by Zack Wicked, but Rufus Novak clubs Wicked from behind. Falcon and Bauer each grab a chair now, and plan to obliterate the Novaks. Before they can do so, however, Rob Cavallo and Brady Cruise run down to the ring. It looks like we’re watching a replay of the events from earlier, but this time, Roderick Brookes decides it’s time to get in on the action. Falcon blasts Rufus in the head with a steel chair several times, eventually taking the big man down. Tristan and Falcon brawl as Tyler Hart, Drake Vinaldi, and Roderick Brookes beat down on Brady Cruise and Rob Cavallo. Despite their efforts, Cruise and Cavallo are fighting a losing battle. Novak finds himself on the receiving end of the Charity Act Beta from Will Bauer, and Falcon follows it with a big frog splash, dropping right on Tristan.
The Awakening, Brookes, and Vinaldi stand tall… until Lance Van Leer appears to a huge ovation, wielding a baseball bat. Van Leer is bandaged heavily after the attacks by Brookes, but he runs to the ring, going on adrenaline. He slides in with the ball bat and goes right after Falcon, clotheslining him over the top rope with the bat. Hart tries to blindside LVL, but he drives the end of the bat into his stomach and cracks his back with it. Tyler falls to the mat, and Wicked grabs LVL, applying a bearhug. LVL manages to wriggle his arms free and rakes Wicked’s eyes. Zack drops him, and Van Leer drives his ass into the mat with the Van Leer Spear!
LVL gets up, but is ambushed by Vinaldi and Brookes, who deal out some pain. Brookes hoists Van Leer to his shoulder and sets him up as Vinaldi climbs to the top rope… They’re going for Strychnine and Cyanide, but Brady Cruise crotches Vinaldi on the top rope. Cavallo pulls LVL off Brookes’ shoulders and delivers a big dropkick, sending the Irish oaf stumbling into Brady Cruise, who delivers a big backbreaker for his effort. Darius Falcon is back in the ring now, wielding a cheese grater. He cuts into Cruise’s skull, tearing away his flesh. The fans boo as Falcon makes the fan favorite bleed. Falcon removes the cheese grater, and he tries to go after Tristan Novak, but Rufus blindsides Falcon with a big boot. Vinaldi leaps off the top rope, catching Rufus with a big dropkick that sends him falling through the ropes to the outside floor. Tristan finds himself on the receiving end of a misguided chair shot from Lance Van Leer after Vinaldi moved out of the way. Drake kicks the chair into LVL’s face, causing him to fall to the mat and roll out of the ring. Vinaldi has seemingly cleared the ring, despite some brawling near one of the corners between Bauer and Cavallo.
Suddenly, the lights go black and silver spotlights flicker throughout the arena. One Winged Angel hits the speakers, and the crowd f*cking ERUPTS as their PWW World Heavyweight Champion, Kenzo Katana, makes his way to the ring, wearing the title belt. Katana and Vinaldi lock eyes as Kenzo enters the ring. The two of them stare down… and come to blows! Vinaldi and Kenzo start exchanging a series of vicious chops and forearms, with neither man gaining the definitive advantage. Vinaldi catches Kenzo with a high kick, but Katana fires back with a spinning chop to the chest. Vinaldi tears away his wrist tape, and Vinaldi lowers his shin pads. The two men are prepared to do business, but The Awakening and Revolution reenter the ring, brawling still. The World Champ and the Number One Contender get caught in the middle, but suddenly, the PWW Theme hits, and James Simpson comes out, screaming into a megaphone.
James Simpson:
CUT IT OUT!
Nobody listens. GG.
James Simpson:
STOP IT OR YOU’RE ALL FIRED!
That got their attention. The men separate into their separate factions, with some of them leaving the ring.
James Simpson:
Thank you. Alright, you assh*les can get back to tearing each other apart as soon as I finish this statement if you aren’t still trying to overcome the SHOCK. That’s right… I’m about to announce the opponent for The Awakening at Winter Warfare, our January Pay-Per-View. They are perhaps the greatest tag team in recent memory, and are currently the tag team champions in another company. Ladies and gentlemen… it is my pleasure to introduce to you…
Everyone is awaiting the answer impatiently…
James Simpson:
THE BEST. TAG TEAM. EVER!
AND THE CROWD GOES… mild. BTTE come out, making some generic symbols as they wear their tag team titles from that other company. They wear shades in doors and don’t give a damn what you think! They’re cooler than you!
”The Great” Michael Magnum
YE-YE-YEAH! TIME TO MAN UP, ‘WAKENING! THE BEST TAG TEAM EVER IS IN… THA… HOOOOOUUUUUUSE!
The crowd remains rather silent as Magnum prances around. Simpson giggles like a schoolgirl.
Chris “F*cking” Justice:
It’s not very often that the big leaguers from Japan come to dinky little America…
Michael Magnum:
I thought America was larger than Japan?
Chris Justice:
…Well, SURE, if you’re thinking about land mass. Japan has FAR more people.
Michael Magnum:
Are you sure you don’t mean China?
Chris Justice:
Fine, but they have better sushi.
Michael Magnum:
Fo sheezy. Alright, Awakening. If you saw how much money Jimmy Boy here threw at us just to come here and whoop your asses, you’d be ashamed. You better be prepared, because next week, it’s going to be me and Chris versus Tyler and Zack in separate singles matches.
Chris Justice:
…RESPECTIVELY!
Justice pauses, awaiting some cheers. The crowd is still pretty mild.
Michael Magnum:
That’s a crappy line to end on. And, wait, why do I get stuck with the big juiced up ugly bastard?
Chris Justice:
Don’t ask me, man; I’m not the booker here.
Michael Magnum:
You might as well be. Anyway, Awakening, it’s time for you to MAN UP! The real champions of the tag team division are gonna’ put you to SHAME, sons!
BTTE exit with Simpson as the crowd remains rather dead and we fade out.