Dean
April 19th, 2007, 08:33 PM
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Conte Forum - Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts - 10,000
[04.19.07]
With everybody in Chestnut Hill rocking out to Mouth For War by Pantera, the scene is set for a momentous event. We have several new faces making splashes in the PWW pool tonight, and it’s going to be interesting to see how they fare in the Pro Wrestling Warriors environment tonight on War.
Match one:
Adam Priest versus Jordan Cook
Brett Stokes as Guest Announcer
Exhibition: Singles
These two newcomers to PWW are ready to set the pace for this evening’s edition of the flagship show. The fans are excited as the two juniorweights lock up, and Jordan Cook pulls Adam Priest into a side headlock. Priest shoves Cook into the ropes, and he rebounds by cartwheeling around Priest, trying to kick him in the head. Adam avoids it, and Jordan gets back to his feet and does an arrogant pose, showing off his biceps. What a cocky mofugger. Priest boots him in the stomach and connects with a stiff uppercut to the jaw. He pulls Cook in for a suplex, but Jordan counters by landing behind Priest and grabbing him around the waist – bridging German Suplex! That one gets a two count before Priest returns to his feet and chops Jordan in the chest. The two men battle with forearms, with Priest getting the advantage. He whips Cook into the ropes, but this time the crafty athlete hooks onto the ropes. Priest charges to follow up, but Cook back bodydrops him all the way over the top rope to the outside floor, causing Adam to crash and burn. Priest lies in agony on the outside as Cook arrogantly slides out of the ring and begins jogging around it, first on the side opposite Adam, before returning to him and kicking him in the side as he crawls on his hands and knees.
Scott The Scoop:
Wow, this is some personal stuff… What do you think of these two athletes so far, Mr. Stokes?
The camera pans over to reveal Brett Stokes looking in the mirror as Maria sprays some hairspray on his hair and messes with it with a comb.
Brett Stokes:
Yeah, yeah, that looks great… Sorry, what were you saying, Scott?
Back to the action, Cook starts doing jumping jacks in front of Priest, taunting him a bit before kicking him in the head. He rolls Adam back inside the ring and makes the cover, but the Religious Zealot manages to kick out in the nick of time. Chalk it up to God. Cook connects with a few clubbing blows to the back before lifting Priest and whipping him into the corner. He charges Adam, but Priest connects with a foot to the jaw, stunning his opponent. Cook staggers back and holds his mouth as Adam lifts himself to the middle rope and leaps off… overcast! He connects and hooks the leg, but Cook kicks out.
Brett Stokes:
Oh, wow, that was nice…
Scott The Scoop:
Yeah, indeed. What an impressive maneuver by Adam Priest.
Brett Stokes:
Who? I was talking about the way Maria fluffed my bangs. That looks great, baby.
Priest attempts a springboard twisting crossbody, but Cook dropkicks him in the stomach, sending Adam into the mat. Cook connects with a big legdrop on the back of the head and rolls Priest over for a cover, getting only two. Cook rolls Priest flat on the mat and points to the corner. He goes for Air Jordan, but just like the infamous Michael Jordan moment in possibly his most famous Wizard’s game, Cook misses the slam dunk and does a face plant on the mat. Priest returns to his feet, feeling the rush of adrenaline. Cook is on a knee, holding his face, and Adam charges… SHINING WIZARDOOOH!
Scott The Scoop:
Jordan Cook is going to need cosmetic surgery after that move!
Brett Stokes:
Bitch, please, he’s always needed some.
Priest connects with a leg lariat on Cook, who gets back on his feet. Adam doubles him over and sets up The Martyr Bomb, but Cook is able to counter and block the move, throwing Adam off him and onto the mat. Priest gets to his feet and runs right into a shellshock variation from Jordan, sending Adam into the mat once again. Cook hooks the near leg, arrogantly counting along with the referee, but Priest gets a foot on the rope to force a break. Cook seems stunned but pulls Adam back to his feet and sets up a neck cradle powerbomb. Adam blocks it and counters into a huracarrana, sending his foe into the canvas. Priest gets back to his feet, and Cook attempts a clothesline, but Adam ducks under and grabs him… jawbreaker! Cook holds his mouth but remains standing, and Priest takes the opportunity to dropkick him in the head, sending Jordan outside of the ring. Cook falls through the ropes to the floor as Priest takes a breather.
Scott The Scoop:
You love looking in that mirror, don’t you, Brett?
Brett Stokes:
It’s more entertaining than what’s in the ring.
Adam rebounds off the set of ropes and charges… ADAM’S PENANCE! He goes over the top rope with a tremendous suicide dive that wipes both men out! The fans get to their feet and chants of “PWW!” ring throughout the Conte Forum. After a moment of rest, Priest rolls Cook inside the ring. He tries to enter himself, but Jordan cuts him off, sending Adam back down to the floor as the result of a spin kick. Cook grabs hold of the top rope and waits on Adam to stand. Once he does, Jordan springs off the top rope, twists, and connects with an incredible plancha that takes him out! Cook hurt himself on the move, but Adam is definitely the more harmed of the two. Jordan manages to roll Adam back inside the ring and make the cover, but the resilient Priest is able to kick out. He’s running on Jesus power.
Scott The Scoop:
You could at least put the mirror away and scout your opponents!
Brett Stokes:
Easy for you to say. If I looked like you, I’d never want to look in a mirror. Hell, I’d probably kill myself.
Cook says it’s time to finish things and sets up a high-risk move. He climbs to the top rope, probably preparing his shooting star leg drop, known as the Air Georgia, but Priest gets to his feet and crotches young Jordan Cook on the top rope. Adam climbs to the top himself now and sets up a superplex from the position, but Cook fires back. Adam connects with a headbutt and tries the superplex, but Jordan blocks it and jumps over Adam, trying to grab him for a sunset powerbomb. Priest blocks it and fires a few punches to the skull of his opponent between his legs. Jordan backs off before dropkicking Adam in the back, crotching him on the top rope now, as he faces away from the ring. Jordan climbs to the middle ropes, and then the top, trying to pull Adam off with a back superplex, but Priest fires some elbows into his face, sending Cook into the mat below. Priest stands, takes a deep breath, and backflips off while rotating 360 degrees… LEAP OF FAITH! Priest connects, hooks the leg, and secures a victory in his PWW debut.
Winner: Adam Priest via Pinfall at 12:50
The fans give Adam a hearty round of applause.
Scott The Scoop:
What do you think of that, Mr. Stokes? Through perseverance and a belief in God, Adam Priest picks up an impressive victory tonight.
Brett Stokes:
He may have God on his side, but I look like I’ve descended from heaven. I’m the man with the face of an angel and the talent of a deity. Come on, Maria, let’s go.
The two leave Scott The Scoop behind, who shakes his head in disbelief at the extreme ego of Brett Stokes.
Match two:
AJ Cross versus TJ Williams
Exhibition: Singles
Newcomer TJ Williams is planning on getting what many would consider an upset or a fluke victory over AJ Cross tonight as he battles the former Young Lion in a singles match. Cross starts off by… girlishly slapping Williams a few times in the face, and the newcomer covers up. TJ connects with a few punches to the stomach and a knee to the gut to boot. He whips Cross into the ropes, and AJ ducks under a clothesline attempt before attempting a superkick. Williams has it scouted and ducks under before rolling away from AJ, getting to his feet in the corner. The two men move in for a lock up, but TJ cheaply rakes Cross’ eyes once they move in. Williams clubs AJ’s back a few times and runs to the ropes, but before he can attack, Cross connects with a beautiful dropkick to the face, taking TJ down. AJ gets to his feet, does a little jig, and runs to the ropes. He springboards off the middle and attempts a corkscrew leg drop, but Williams moves out of the way, and Cross lands on his ass. He hops around the mat a bit, overacting the ass injury, before returning to his feet and getting chopped in the chest by Mr. Williams.
Cross’ chest turns red after another chop from Williams, who fires a kick to the stomach and runs to the ropes, returning for a spinning neckbreaker that takes AJ down. Williams makes the cover, hooking the far leg, but AJ kicks out at two. Williams pulls Cross to his feet and European Uppercuts him in the jaw. Cross staggers back, into the corner, and TJ charges, dropkicks off his chest, backflips, and lands on his feet, showing impressive athleticism. Cross combats this with a slap to the face, stunning Williams. AJ grabs TJ and spins him around, lifting him into the air with an atomic drop. He follows up by back suplexing the blue chipper into the mat. AJ makes the cover this time, but TJ kicks out. Cross decides it’s time to take it high risk and climbs to the top rope, but TJ shoves the referee into the ropes to crotch an unsuspecting Cross. Williams tries a superplex, but Cross blocks it, shoving him into the mat. AJ sets up for a high crossbody, but as he leaps off, Williams connects with a dropkick to the stomach, sending Cross back into the mat.
Williams parades around the ring a bit before nailing a big knee drop on Cross’ forehead. He holds the knee on the side of AJ’s face and makes the cover, but Cross easily kicks out. Williams connects with a few shots to the head before applying a rear chinlock and bringing Cross down to the mat. AJ fights his way to the ropes, getting his foot on the lower one. Williams reluctantly releases the hold before stomping Cross. He lifts AJ and attempts a suplex, but Cross blocks it and connects with a snap suplex of his own. He feeds off the crowd’s energy and gets to his feet, blocking and ducking a few swings from Williams. AJ doubles him over with a kick to the stomach and attempts the Cross Cutter, but TJ shoves Cross away. AJ nearly squashes the referee in the corner, but the ref ducks and covers. AJ apologizes and backs right into a schoolboy from TJ, who rolls him up with a handful of tights. Cross BARELY kicks out before three. He has no time to complain, however, as Williams nails a neckbreaker on AJ.
TJ continues focusing on the neck with more well-placed boots to the region. He drops another knee and makes a cover, this time a lateral press, but AJ is tough and kicks out. Williams seems a bit frustrated, expecting the victory to be easier, and vents his frustrations toward the referee. Cross uses the time to recover. As Williams turns around, he gets a face full of superkick from AJ, sending him into the mat. AJ makes the cover, but this time it’s TJ who shocks the arena by kicking out. Cross lifts TJ to his feet and whips him into the corner. He charges, but TJ gets a foot up, connecting with Cross’ jaw. Williams climbs the ropes, setting up a high-risk move. Cross runs up the ropes, showing incredible agility. He stands gracefully on the top ropes and rains down punches on Williams’ head. A knee to the groin halts Cross’ offense, and Williams attempts his finishing move, the Stock Market Crash – a Side Effect from the top rope. AJ somehow blocks it… and then bites his forehead! The crowd is shocked by this aggression, but they don’t have long to gasp as Cross grabs Williams and leaps off… DISGUSTIPATION! Cross hooks the leg and gets back in the swing of things with this victory.
Winner: AJ Cross via Pinfall at 10:24
Cross celebrates after the match, but an upset Williams grabs the unsuspecting victor and lays him out with the Bottom of the Barrel, getting the last laugh tonight…
Match three:
Dun versus Victor Scott
Exhibition: Singles
How can you teach that equality is moral to a man who has no morals? Well, Dun is going to attempt it tonight as he wages war against Victor Scott. The two clash in the early-going with an exchange of chops, with Scott using a rake of the eyes to get the better. He throws Dun into the mat with a headlock takeover and applies the headlock while on the canvas. Dun gets back to his feet and attempts to back suplex Scott, but he gets driven with a bulldog that stuns him. Scott makes the cover, but places a forearm on his face and starts grinding it. He then pulls Dun to his feet and chops him in the chest. Dun falls into the corner, and Scott places a foot on his throat, choking him. The referee counts Scott down, who uses the full benefit of his count, waiting until four and a half to break. He then connects with a closed fist to the head. Dun charges out of the corner and tackles Scott, showing aggression for perhaps the first time in his career, much to the fans’ delight. He throws a few forearms on Scott while he’s on top, but Scott fires back with a jab to the throat. Dun gets off Victor for a moment, and Scott seizes advantage with a running knee lift that causes Dun to fall through the ropes and the action to spill to the outside. Scott slides outside the ring, not trying any fancy schmancy high risk moves. He whips Dun into the ring steps, making him pay for leaving the ring.
After Dun’s shoulder collides with the steel, it’s all Scott can focus on, as he places some kicks at the socket. He grabs Dun by the arm and uses it to fling him across the arena with an Irish whip into the guardrail. Scott charges, but Dun gets his feet up, causing Victor to take two soles to the face and fall to the floor. Dun rolls Scott back inside the ring, the honorable thing to do. He lifts Scott and drives him into the mat with a side suplex. Dun makes the cover, hooking the far leg, but Scott kicks out at two. Dun tries lifting Scott again, but he… bites the bridge of his nose! This man has no dignity. Dun holds his nose, and Scott drops low, taking out a leg with a chop block. He puts the boots to Dun before dropping an elbow and making a cover, hooking the leg for two. He pulls Dun to his feet again, but Dun ducks under a swing and German Suplexes Scott into the mat. Dun returns to his feet, enraged, and grabs Scott, connecting with a few knees to the chest and head. He whips Scott into the opposite corner and charges him, but Victor moves out of the way. Dun smacks off the turnbuckles, and Scott grabs him into a schoolboy, placing his feet on the ropes for a shockingly quick victory!
Winner: Victor Scott via Pinfall at 6:50
Scott rolls out of the ring, his hand raised after the match, as a surprised Dun must readjust his paradigms for this atmosphere…
Match four:
Alex Michaels versus Michael Simons versus Craig Jones versus Seth Sinister
Exhibition: Four-Way Dance
With the purpose of this match being to eliminate all your opponents, the obvious goal at hand would be to stay out of the ring as much as possible and pick apart your opponents when they’re weakened. Simons starts things off with Jones, who looks eager to get the experience against him. Craig extends his hand for a shake… and Simons accepts… and then pulls him in for a small package! One, two, three! That may be the single quickest elimination in a four-way dance in history…
Craig Jones has been eliminated via pinfall.
Michael Simons challenges the gimmicky Seth Sinister into the ring next, who comes in eager. His eyes appear rather strange, perhaps his pupils dilated from some sort of drug. Who knows? Sinister and Simons lock it up, with Simons forcing Seth into a neutral corner. He straights him out and chops him in the chest, but Sinister retaliates. Simons chops him again, but Sinister gets a weird look about him and grabs Simons in for another chop. Simons whips Sinister into the opposite corner, but he places a foot up to stop himself from hitting the turnbuckles. It backfires a bit, as he pushes off the middle turnbuckle pad and flips backwards, landing on his feet. Simons, who is behind him, charges forward and gives him a lariat to the back of the head. Simons shakes his head and points at Michaels to get in the ring as Seth rolls outside. Due to the lucha-libre rules that PWW enforces in elimination matches, Michaels obliges. Simons moves in for a lock-up, and Michaels reaches to grab him… but Simons then walks away, steps outside the ring, and flips Michaels off. Alex seems a bit shocked as Simons turns his back on him and heads backstage. The referee looks confused but begins counting Simons out, yelling at him to get back in the ring. While there aren’t normally count-outs in these sort of matches, the referee is free to use his discretion, and Simons is giving him more than enough reason to call for a DQ here. He wants no part of these gimmicky wrestlers…
Michael Simons has been eliminated via count-out.
And how quickly it is down to two men. Sinister is back in the ring as the two men lock-up. The fans are ready to see some wrestling as opposed to the earlier shenanigans. Sinister pulls Michaels into a side headlock, but he counters into a back suplex, from which Sinister lands on his feet. Alex turns around, and Sinister dropkicks him, sending Alex into the ropes. Michaels nearly tumbles outside, but comes back and goes for a pendulum lariat. Seth ducks under and grabs Alex into a schoolboy for two, from which Michaels counters into a modified armlock, using his legs to pull the arm into an angle that’s quite similar to a fujiwara armbar. Call it an oomaplata shoulderlock, if you will. Sinister reaches the ropes, hooking his arm around them, as Michaels releases the hold. Alex pulls Sinister toward the middle of the ring and rolls him into la Majistral, getting a two count. Sinister finds his way to his feet, and Michaels grabs him, doubling him over and applying a butterfly lock, before throwing him into the mat with a double arm suplex.
Michaels makes the cover, but Sinister kicks out in time. Alex lifts Seth to his feet, but… Sinister grabs him into a testicular claw! The fans gasp as Seth starts freaking out while grabbing Alex’s niblits. Michaels fires with a forearm to the head, and turns around, grabbing his tests. Seth holds his forehead… and then grabs Alex’s leg. He starts hugging it weirdly, like he has some sort of complex, and Michaels tries to shake him off. The harder he fights, the more Seth grabs him, so Michaels walks over to the ropes and grabs them, forcing the ref to get him off. Michaels goes for a lock up with Sinister, and now he’s acting completely normal, going around Michaels into a waistlock. Alex breaks it and goes behind. He attempts to hook his arms for a tiger suplex, but Sinister blocks it with a stomp on the foot and connects with a stunner! Michaels falls to the mat, and Sinister gets to his feet. He climbs the ropes like an awkward child with Down’s syndrome, but Michaels cuts him off. Alex climbs to the middle ropes, but Sinister starts licking his face, so he jumps backwards.
Seth leaps off and grabs Michaels… tornado DDT! He hooks the leg… one, two, no! Michaels gets a foot on the lower rope. Seth looks up to the sky, like he’s climbing, and gets back to his feet. He then looks down and fires a few kicks to Michaels. Seth pulls Michaels toward the center of the ring and grabs his leg, applying an STF. He starts licking Alex’s head like a freak, and Michaels quickly breaks the STF, using his upper body strength, and reaches the ropes as rapidly as possible. Sinister returns to his feet and starts dancing strangely. Michaels charges, but Sinister connects with a drop toehold, sending him to the mat. He grabs Alex and rolls him into an Oklahoma Roll for a two count. Sinister gets to his feet, and Michaels doubles him over with a kick. He motions that he’s going for the AMX, but Seth grabs hold of his leg again, like a little child who’s scared.
Michaels strikes him in the head, but Seth becomes angry and starts biting him! He bites Alex’s leg through his pants, and Michaels counters with a punch to the head. He holds his leg, and Seth grabs the unsuspecting Michaels and connects with a sleeper slam. Sinister grabs Alex around the neck and makes a weird throat slash motion before pulling him to his feet. He hooks Michaels, preparing a Fisherman’s Driver, the Sinister Driver, but Alex blocks it with a few knees and grabs him… ALEX MICHAELS EXPERIEEEENCE! He holds the pin… He’s got ‘im!
Winner: Alex Michaels via Pinfall at 15:24
Match five:
Drake Vinaldi versus Adam Hurst
Exhibition: Singles
It’s difficult to have bad blood with somebody when you’ve yet to have a match in the company in which they reside. Chalk Adam Hurst up as one of the few exceptions. Of course, when the man you’ve pissed off is the temperamental, controversial Italian, Drake Vinaldi, it’s an easy picture to paint for why these two will be going at it tooth and nail tonight in the Conte Forum. Neither Hurst nor Vinaldi waste a second in this battle, immediately moving into the lock up. Vinaldi shoves Hurst into the corner with full force, causing the debuting ex-HCW Traditional Champion to hope for the best as he’s backed against the corner. Drake attempts a back fist, but Hurst ducks under and evades, moving away from Drake rather quickly. Vinaldi and Hurst are back to the center of the ring. This time, in the lock up, Hurst manages to back Vinaldi into the corner, but Drake turns him around at the last minute. Vinaldi attempts a chop this time, but Hurst holds up both arms to block it. Adam laughs, but that look soon turns into one of disdain as Vinaldi slaps the sh*t out of him. Vinaldi pulls Hurst into a side headlock, but The Hot Commodity shoves him into the ropes. Drake comes back with a shoulderblock that takes Adam down. He runs to the ropes and tries to leap over the downed Hurst, but the crafty veteran grabs Vinaldi and drops him to the mat, slamming his face into the canvas.
Adam floats over and applies a front chancery while mouthing off how great he is. Drake gets to his feet, gets in position, and lifts Adam off the mat, charges the corner, and tackles the sh*t out of him with an MMA style slam, nearly driving his head into one of the turnbuckle pads. Adam grabs hold of the ropes as Vinaldi tries to pull on his legs, and the referee makes Drake releases his legs. Hurst uses the moment of restraint to kick Vinaldi in the chin, a cheap, yet effective tactic. He returns to his feet and chops Drake in the chest. Bad decision. Vinaldi fires back with a knife-edge chop of his own before barraging the face of Adam Hurst with forearms. Vinaldi goes for a high kick, but Hurst ducks under and grabs Vinaldi from behind. He tries a rolling prawn hold, but Vinaldi back elbows him in the face. Hurst grabs his jaw, and Drake connects with a dropkick to the kneecap, causing Adam to drop to the mat. Vinaldi returns to his feet and tries to deliver a standing double stomp to the back of Hurst’s head, but the wily veteran rolls over and outside. There are no time outs in wrestling, but for Adam Hurst, he just created his own.
Hurst takes his sweet time getting back inside the squared circle to embattle Vinaldi, and the raging Italian impatiently waits. Hurst wants a knuckle lock with Drake, and Vinaldi obliges, doing whatever he has to in order to battle this man. They lock, and Vinaldi uses his adrenaline and strength to slowly bridge Hurst back. Adam places his head on the mat to avoid getting his shoulders pinned. He slowly rises, battling back, before stomping one of Vinaldi’s feet. He forces Vinaldi into the mat now, bridging him over backwards. Vinaldi does the same trick, but Hurst decides to step it up a notch. He jumps on Vinaldi’s thighs as his feet are locked beneath his body to help him bridge. Hurst forces all of his weight on Drake, trying to get his shoulders pinned to the mat. He leaps off and does it again, but this time Vinaldi drops and places his feet in the air, catching Hurst and suspending him above. He kicks Adam off and gets to his feet. Vinaldi shoves Hurst into the corner, still in the knuckle lock, mind you, and starts throwing wild forearms to his face as they’re still in close quarters of one another.
Drake uses his striking techniques to forearm the face of his opponent from within the clinch. Hurst responds with the point of his knee, driving it in Drake’s stomach, and releases the knuckle lock with his right hand. He keeps it with his left hand and runs up the ropes near the corner, showing his agility. Hurst walks the ropes before leaping off and showing impressive agility with a huracarrana on Vinaldi. Adam arrogantly taunts the Sicilian Shooter after returning to his feet, pissing off the loyal PWW fans. Vinaldi is back to his feet, watching as Hurst cautiously inches his way toward him. They lock up with a collar and elbow tie-up, but Adam pulls Drake into a side headlock this time. Vinaldi shoves him off to the ropes and attempts a kick on his return… that doesn’t happen, because Adam hooks the ropes. Hurst circles the ring again, and they lock up once more, this time with Vinaldi applying a side headlock. Hurst shove Drake into the ropes, and Vinaldi fakes him out, springing off the middle rope with a gamengiri kick!
Hurst’s head takes the shot and he falls to the mat in pain. Drake makes the cover, but instead of simply pinning his shoulders down, he starts forearming the crap out of Adam Hurst. The Hot Commodity manages to escape and floats over to Drake’s back. He applies a waistlock as the two men are on the mat, but Drake breaks that and reverses, grabbing Hurst. Vinaldi tosses Adam overhead with a German suplex, but Hurst lands on his feet behind Drake and dropkicks him in the back of the head, causing him to fall through the ropes to the outside floor. Hurst waits on Drake to return to his feet and charges… suicide dive! The topé connects with Vinaldi, causing both men to fall on the outside as the fans show their approval of the action. Hurst returns to his feet and rolls inside, not bothering to help Drake up. Vinaldi gets in before the ten count, but Hurst immediately pounces, nailing stomps to the back and back of Drake’s head. He lifts Drake and clubs him over the back of the head with a forearm before shoving him in the corner. Hurst mounts Vinaldi and starts punching him in the head, arrogantly yelling the numbers as he goes along, since none of the fans will count along. Once he reaches five, Drake counters by slipping between Hurst’s legs and pele kicking him in the back!
Adam writhes in pain, and Vinaldi lifts him, placing Hurst in the tree of woe. Adam hangs down as Vinaldi chokes him with his foot. The referee counts Vinaldi down, reaching four before Drake lets go. Vinaldi gets a sadistic grin on his face as he walks across the ring, going to the opposite corner. Hurst tries to beg Vinaldi off, but Drake disregards his pleas, charging with a hang-time dropkick that connects with Adam’s face, nailing him as he is helplessly suspended in the corner. Drake gets a round of applause from the fans and PWW chants to boot. But he isn’t done. He scraps Adam’s face as he hangs upside down, before running to the opposite side of the ring and coming back… FACE WASH! Adam Hurst feels Vinaldi’s wrath again while hanging in the tree of woe. Drake lifts Adam now, placing him on the top rope as he faces away from the ring. Drake climbs behind him, setting up a super German Suplex, but it is for naught as Hurst grabs Drake into a three-quarter facelock and rakes his eyes, causing Vinaldi to fall off the top. Drake lands on his feet and walks away as Hurst stands on the top rope. He turns and connects with a high crossbody on the blinded Vinaldi, getting a two count before Drake knees him in the head from his back, causing Adam to fall off the pin and grab the side of his ear in pain.
Vinaldi gets to his feet, but Hurst wisely attacks first, kicking him in the stomach and nailing a snap suplex. He arrogantly places a foot on Vinaldi’s chest, getting a one count before Drake quickly kicks out. Adam drops a knee on Vinaldi’s face and starts choking him blatantly. The ref counts him down, and reaches four before Adam switches hands. The ref counts again, once more reaching four, and Adam switches hands again. The referee eventually yells at him, and Adam obliges, stomping Vinaldi while he lies on the mat, gasping for breath. Hurst pulls Drake toward the corner and begins climbing to the top rope. He taunts a bit before leaping off for the Perfect 10, but Vinaldi gets his knees up, catching Adam in his ribs after he lands. Adam falls to his side, clutching his stomach as Drake rests for a moment; getting some much needed air back in his lungs. He returns to his feet as Hurst is on his knees, still writhing in pain. Drake kicks Adam sharply in the chest, stunning him. He delivers another harsh kick in the chest, once again bringing the pain. Vinaldi rebounds off the opposite set of ropes and baseball slide dropkicks Adam right in the face, sending him into the mat.
Vinaldi makes a throat slash motion and attempts a triangle choke on Hurst, but he wisely rolls away from Drake and outside the ring once again. Vinaldi sees his chance and runs to the opposite side of the ring. He returns… topé con hilo! Vinaldi connects with the flipping suicide dive, wiping Hurst out as he cracks against the steel barricade. The crowd pats Drake on his back as he returns to his feet and screams during the adrenaline rush. He lifts Hurst and whips him into the steel. Vinaldi charges and scrapes his foot off Adam’s face with a yakuza kick against the guardrail. Hurst slumps to the floor, and Drake grabs a nearby chair, placing it against the steel guardrail. Oh, the crowd knows what’s coming now… Vinaldi places Adam in the seat of the chair as the crowd chants “Olé! Olé!” Drake returns, looking for the Olé kick, but Hurst moves out of the way, causing Drake’s foot to go in between the metal poles of the guardrail. Hurst takes advantage and kicks Drake in the back. He leans Vinaldi on the steel chair as both feet are now in between the guardrail posts. Hurst jumps over the guardrail, walks through the crowd, and then jumps onto the top of the adjacent steel guardrail and drops a leg on Vinaldi’s neck as he’s bridged on the chair! The chair collapses beneath them, and Vinaldi is in indescribable pain!
Adam plays to the crowd, wiping “dirt off his shoulder” onto them, before kicking Vinaldi in the head. He rolls Drake inside and makes the cover, hooking the leg, but Drake is able to miraculously kick out before three. Hurst applies a front facelock, trying to wear down Drake even more, but the crowd gets behind one of their favorite wrestlers. Vinaldi battles back to a vertical base and swings, connecting with a few punches to Adam’s midsection. Hurst stops the progress with a knee to the side of the head and grabs Vinaldi… big European Uppercut! Drake is stunned, but he fires back with a chop to the chest. He connects with two more before attempting a spinning back fist. Hurst ducks under and grabs Vinaldi… Side Russian Leg Sweep! He grabs Drake into a weird Octopus Stretch… It’s the Hollywood & Vine! Hollywood & Vine! Vinaldi sent his script into the producers, and it’s getting rejected! Hurst pulls on Vinaldi’s arm as his leg is wrapped around his neck. Drake realizes he has to get to the ropes, as he’s too weak to fight out of it. He slowly inches his way there, feeding off the fans, and gets a foot on the lower rope to get a break.
Adam goes across the ring, crouching down… He’s setting up the spear now, as Vinaldi writhes in pain. Drake slowly gets to his feet as Adam charges… but at the last instant, Vinaldi turns and superkicks the sh*t out of him! Hurst flips over and lands on his front, out cold, as Vinaldi collapses to the mat, clutching his neck. A few moments pass before Vinaldi pulls himself to his feet. A dazed Adam Hurst finds refuge in the corner as he leans his head on the top turnbuckle pad, resting. Drake lets out a wild yell before cartwheeling and flipping toward the corner… TIDAL WAAAVE! Hurst gets kicked in the back of the head as Vinaldi grabs him and connects with a half nelson suplex, driving Adam into the mat! Drake returns to his feet, preparing to finish this thing. Suddenly, from the back, we see Reckless Youth, Tyler Hart and Zack Wicked, running to the ring! They want vengeance! Vinaldi sees Hart and attempts a kick, but Tyler grabs his foot, holding him now. Wicked slides into the ring and connects with a lariat as Hart falls forward, sending Vinaldi into the mat. The referee calls for the bell instantly.
Winner: Drake Vinaldi via Disqualification
The fans boo as Reckless Youth put the boots to Vinaldi. Hart tells Wicked to get something from outside. The big man slides out and reaches under the ring, getting a table. He slides it inside and gets in himself, setting it up. He places it in the center of the ring as Hart goes onto the apron. Wicked hoists Vinaldi into the Wickedbomb as Hart prepares to springboard dropkick him forward, sending Drake into the table, but suddenly, the beat of Fight Music is heard as Will Bauer, steel chair in hand, runs to the ring. Not far behind him is Roderick Brookes, who has his own personal issues with Reckless Youth and The Awakening as a whole. Wicked drops Vinaldi through the table anyway, Wickedbombing him! Hart drops off the apron and bails, and Wicked rolls out of the ring just in time to avoid a chair shot from Will Bauer. The fans boo as Brookes checks on Drake, who lies in the wreckage, and Bauer is seething, wanting revenge.
Main Event:
Rob Cavallo versus Komodo
Exhibition: Singles; Number One Contender's Trophy
With as much at stake in tonight’s main event, the emotional implications of this match possibly outweigh the benefit of a title shot. Komodo slides into the ring during his entrance, and Cavallo immediately jumps on him with a few stomps to the head. The fans get behind Rob, chanting his name, as he lays into Jack before he can get to his feet. He pulls Komodo up and whips him into the opposite set of ropes. Komodo rebounds, and Cavallo leapfrogs over him. He rebounds off the ropes, but Rob connects with a big dropkick that sends Jack barreling through the middle and top rope. Jack lands on the outside, stunned, and Rob grabs hold of the top rope. He screams some incoherent crap toward the crowd, springs off the top rope, and nails the 450 press suicida! And the crowd goes wild!
Cavallo gets to his feet but doesn’t take time to taunt. He fires a few shots on Komodo’s head and nails a dropkick, sending him sprawling toward the guardrails. Jack is taken aback by Rob’s offense. Cavallo walks away from Komodo, pumping his fists, before turning back. He charges, but Jack grabs him and flapjacks him onto the steel guardrail, dropping Rob’s abdomen on the hard, unforgiving crowd protector. Cavallo remains on the steel guardrail as Komodo shakes off the effects of his attack. Porter grabs Cavallo by his legs and launches him into the floor with a wheelbarrow suplex! Cavallo cracks the back of his head off the floor and lies for a moment, possibly out cold. Komodo rolls inside the ring and back out, before mounting Rob and firing some punches into his skull, punishing him. He sneers menacingly as he looms over Cavallo, his fist raised in the air, and connects with one final shot. Jack rolls Robbie back in the ring and slides in himself, again looming over him with a very menacing look on his face. He kicks Cavallo in the back of the head, yelling at him. Komodo lifts Rob and puts him in the corner, squeezing his cheeks together with one hand. He mouths some words to him and then slaps him across the face. Cavallo grabs his head and hangs onto the rope so he doesn’t fall to the mat. Komodo kicks him in the gut and brings him to the center of the ropes before whipping him off.
Komodo attempts a back bodydrop, but Cavallo backflips over him and lands behind. Komodo turns around and takes a spinning muay thai kick to the head, courtesy of Mr. Cavallo. Rob jumps on Jack and starts punching him again, but Komodo throws him off and returns to his feet. Rob fires a kick his way, but it gets caught, and Komodo takes him over with a dragon leg screw. He grabs Rob’s leg and kicks it a few times, but then goes back to his head, driving a couple of punches into his skull and then choking him right in front of the referee. Komodo releases the hold before the ref even reaches three, just to prove a point. He pulls Rob to his feet and doubles him over with a knee to the stomach. Komodo nails a snap suplex and floats over with a cover, placing a forearm in the side of his head. Cavallo kicks out at two, and Komodo grins, latching on a sleeper hold. Cavallo starts to fight out of it with the crowd on his side. He battles back to his feet and elbows Komodo in the midsection, but Jack retaliates with a clubbing shot to the back of the head. He then grabs Cavallo by his hair and throws him back into the mat, causing Rob’s head to once again smack against something. Komodo grins and places a foot on Rob’s head before scraping it against his face.
Komodo pulls Rob to his knees and fires downward with a few punches to the head, causing Cavallo to fall backward, into the mat again. His head could be in serious trouble here. Komodo makes a cover again, and Rob once again kicks out. This time, Komodo remains on top of him and begins grinding his forearm against Rob’s face, showing more disrespect for Lance Van Leer’s former friend. Jack fires a stomp to the head before going to the cameraman, who’s on the apron, and getting in his face.
Komodo:
You see this? He obviously doesn’t care about Lance… If he thinks I’m such a bad influence on him, he’d be trying to kill me.
Komodo returns to Cavallo and puts a few boots in his back. Jack lifts his opponent to his feet and slaps him in the face again, showing absolutely no respect. He laughs until Rob returns fire with a series of forearm shots to the head, stunning Komodo. Rob fires a few more forearms before mounting Komodo in the corner and raining down as the crowd counts along. He gets to six before Komodo low blows him, but with all that is on the line in this bout, the referee doesn’t call for the DQ. Jack grabs Rob off the corner and powerbombs him in the middle of the ring. He covers, but Rob kicks out just in the nick of time. Komodo pulls Cavallo to his feet and tosses him overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex. He covers him again, but Rob gets a foot on the rope this time, agitating the Toronto Tornado.
He tries lifting Rob again, but Cavallo uppercuts Komodo between the legs. Turnabout is fair play tonight, and Cavallo knows he has to do everything possible to win this match. He kicks Komodo in the stomach and connects with a DDT, driving him into the mat. Rob drapes an arm on Komodo’s chest, but Jack kicks out rather easily, considering how little energy he’s expended over the last few minutes, besides the energy used to try to put Rob away. Cavallo watches breathlessly as Komodo returns to his feet. He charges Jack and nails a flying forearm, connecting with his forehead. Komodo goes down, and Cavallo points to the corner, climbing to the top rope. He doesn’t even make it to the top before Komodo is back to his feet and climbs the ropes. He connects with a few punches to Rob’s head and grabs him… SUPERPLEX! Komodo superplexes Cavallo in the center of the ring. He rolls over and makes the cover… one, two, thre-NO! Cavallo shoots a shoulder off the mat!
The fans are in awe, but continue to rally behind Rob Cavallo as he quests to defeat Komodo for the number one contender’s trophy. Komodo lifts Rob to his feet, but Cavallo blocks a kick attempt and nails a kick of his own – a spinning heel kick. Komodo goes down to the mat, and Rob springboards off the top rope… springboard moonsault! He hooks the leg, but Komodo kicks out. Rob tries lifting Komodo, but Jack pulls him in… Crossface! CROSSFACE! This is the same move Lance Van Leer used to defeat Brady Cruise at Last Laugh! What a show of disrespect by Komodo to whip out the move. However, as distasteful as it may seem, Cavallo has been given much punishment to his head throughout the match, so it may be the logical submission hold for Komodo. Cavallo tries to fight toward the ropes, but he seems to be fading quickly. After a moment goes by, the referee realizes he has to check on him. He lifts Cavallo’s hand once… it falls to the mat. He lifts Cavallo’s limp wrist again, and it once again falls. The referee lifts it a third time… but Cavallo’s hand remains in the air; he’s pumping his fist; he’s fighting back!
Rockin’ Rob Cavallo is fighting back as Komodo pulls back on the hold. Cavallo inches his way to the ropes… and grabs the middle one, forcing a break! The Massachusetts crowd pops huge for Cavallo as he rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor, limp from pain. Komodo remains on his knees, rubbing his head in befuddlement at the inexorability of Rob Cavallo. Cavallo lies on the outside for a moment, breathing in sharply as he tries to regain his composure. Komodo reaches over the top rope as Cavallo gets to his feet with aid from the apron. He grabs Rob’s sweat-drenched hair and pulls him to his feet, but Rob clasps his hands together and axe handles the sh*t out of Komodo’s head, causing him to fall backward, clutching it. Cavallo climbs onto the apron, but Komodo gets back to his feet by that point. He charges Rob, but Cavallo ducks under a clothesline attempt and nails an enzuigiri to Komodo, sending him into the mat! Rob climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps off… Swanton Bomb! It takes a moment for him to hook the leg, but Komodo kicks out regardless.
Cavallo, aching in pain, gets to his feet. Komodo pulls himself up as well, and Rob grabs him. Komodo connects with a back elbow to the stomach and grabs Rob. He drops Rob on his knee with an STO backbreaker, and Cavallo collapses to the mat. Komodo rests for a second before stomping Rob in the stomach. He pulls Cavallo to his feet and connects with a big right, sending him staggering toward the ropes. Komodo crouches down as Cavallo leans against the corner, regaining his composure. He turns around as Komodo charges… SALASPEAR! No! Cavallo moves out of the way, and Komodo goes through! He cracks his shoulder off the turnbuckle post, just like Lance Van Leer did against Brady Cruise! Cavallo grabs Komodo from behind with a schoolboy! One, two, thre-NO! Komodo kicks out! Cavallo can’t believe it, but he stays on Komodo… Standing Flux Capacitor! The fans pop for the move as Cavallo hooks both legs… one, two, thre-NO! Cavallo CANNOT believe it this time, but he says it’s time to finish it.
Rob climbs the turnbuckles again, getting to the top, but Komodo pulls the top rope and crotches him. Komodo climbs the ropes and connects with an uppercut to the jaw. Cavallo gets dazed and nearly falls off the top, but Jack pulls him back toward the ring. Komodo stands on the top ropes and connects with a few punches to the head. Komodo sets Rob up for the superplex, but Cavallo blocks it by hooking onto the ropes. Rob connects with a few punches to the midsection as Komodo tries the plex again. Cavallo grabs Komodo and lifts him into the air before dropping him on his front on the mat, causing Komodo to hold his stomach. He rolls over as Cavallo stands on the top rope. He points to the crowd and leaps off… FALL FROM VALHALLA! CAVALLO CONNECTS! Rob hooks the leg… one, two, thre-WHAT?! WHAAAAT?! Komodo kicks out of the Fall From Valhalla!
Cavallo’s eyes bulge in shock at this, and he asks the referee if it was three. The ref tells him the unfortunate news, and Cavallo just… cannot believe it at all. He pulls Komodo to his feet and sets up the Time Traveler, but Komodo shoves him into the corner. Cavallo’s head bounces off the turnbuckle pad, and he turns around… Komodo charges… SALASPEAR! NO! He misses it again, but this time stops himself before he connects with the turnbuckle post. Cavallo grabs the cautious Komodo from behind and connects – Clock Stopper! Komodo gets driven into the mat courtesy of a Rob Cavallo Crucifix Roll-Up Driver. Cavallo holds the crucifix for the pin… one, two, NO! He tries to apply the Rings of Saturn variation, but Komodo grabs Cavallo into a fireman’s carry and gets to his feet with Rob on his shoulders. He runs forward and swings him off… TKO! Komodo drives Cavallo into the mat! He doesn’t have the energy to cover, and both men are out on the mat.
The referee begins a ten count, reaching seven before the men use the ropes to pull themselves up on either side. Komodo turns toward the ring entrance, motioning for somebody to come down to help him. He then becomes very vocal about it, yelling for Lance to come help him. He eventually decides LVL isn’t coming and turns his attention back toward Rob. Jack tries to attack first. His punch gets blocked, and Cavallo counters with a forearm. Komodo tries a second punch, but Cavallo blocks and strikes again. Cavallo connects with a few more punches and nails a chest compactor! Komodo bounces off and falls to the mat. He gets back to his feet as Cavallo charges forward. Rob nails a high kick to one side of Komodo’s head and a spin kick to the other! Komodo falls down in the corner as Rob is feeling it. He charges Komodo for what appears to be a broncobuster, but Komodo lifts a foot, kicking Cavallo between the legs! The fans boo as Komodo gets to his feet with aid from the ropes. He walks over to Cavallo and lifts him to his feet. Komodo butterflies the arms. He’s gotta be going for the Dragon Wings. Komodo secures the double-arm lock and hoists Rob to his shoulders, spins around, and… Rob lands on his feet. Cavallo lifts Komodo overhead, bridging, and holds the pin… one, two, three! Cavallo surprises Komodo and gets the victory with a counter bridge!
Winner and NEW Number One Contender: Rob Cavallo via Pinfall at 25:30
The fans are absolutely ecstatic as Cavallo gets to his feet and receives the trophy from the referee. Komodo watches in the corner, licking his wound. There’s no doubt he’d love to shove that trophy where the sun doesn’t shine.
Written by Rick:
Following the main event, we see Lance Van Leer standing in his locker room with the PWW title on his shoulder watching the monitor shaking his head. Suddenly, the door swings open and in walks Komodo, fresh off defeat. He angrily charges toward Van Leer who turns and stares at him.
Komodo:
What the f*ck, Van Leer? Didn’t you see what happened out there? Where were you?
Lance Van Leer:
Where was I? You’re a f*cking former World Champion, Jack. You should have been able to take care of himself. I should have known you were gonna choke. You always f*cking choke.
Komodo:
What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?
Suddenly, the door swings open again and in walks Rob Cavallo carrying the Number One Contender’s trophy. He waltzes in with a grin on his face, much to the chagrin of LVL and Komodo.
Komodo:
YOU WANT SOME MORE, CAVALLO?!
Komodo goes to lunge at Cavallo but Van Leer grabs Komodo.
Lance Van Leer:
Sit down, Jack.
Komodo still tries to get to Cavallo.
I TOLD YOU TO F*CKING SIT DOWN!
Komodo:
I don’t answer to you.
Van Leer spins Komodo around to face him and gets up in his grill.
Lance Van Leer:
IF YOU EVER WANT YOUR SHOT AT THIS, YOU’LL SIT DOWN!
Komodo and Van Leer stare each other down for a moment.
Komodo:
F*ck it. I’m taking a shower.
Komodo turns and walks out of the room leaving Cavallo and the World Champion alone.
Lance Van Leer:
Congratulations, rock star. You won your little trophy. You get your title shot. Then I can finally put you and all of the bullsh*t that surrounds you out of my life once and for all.
Rob Cavallo:
Yeah, you’re right. I did win, Lance. I do get my title shot. But to be honest, I wish it didn’t come to this. I wish I didn’t have to fight you. We were like brothers. Now you’re nothing more than a sick, bitter son of a b*tch without a conscience. Without a soul. You went out there and physically destroyed your best friend. The best man at your wedding. How could you do that, Lance? You’ve got your f*cking problems, but how could you do that to Brady?
Lance Van Leer:
Don’t you f*cking try to pull that sh*t with me, Cavallo. “I don’t want to fight you.” “I wish it didn’t come to this.”
Shut the f*ck up.
This is all you’ve ever wanted. You get your shot to try to overthrow me from my place at the top of the food chain and take the World title in the process. You’re a selfish bastard. You NEVER gave a f*ck about me and you’re only so worried about Cruise because now you don’t have a little monkey to carry your bags and suck your d*ck. Trust me, I know what it was like. You shot me in the heart, and the backfire is a b*tch. But you did win. You’ll get your shot. Since you miss Brady so much, I’ll get you a hospital bed right f*cking next to him. Now get the f*ck out of my locker room.
Cavallo smiles a little bit and nods.
Rob Cavallo:
You said I shot you in the heart? You haven’t seen sh*t. Just wait until next week. Just wait, Lance.
Cavallo turns and exits leaving a fuming World Champion as War comes to a close.
OOC: When you no RP, me no happy.
Conte Forum - Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts - 10,000
[04.19.07]
With everybody in Chestnut Hill rocking out to Mouth For War by Pantera, the scene is set for a momentous event. We have several new faces making splashes in the PWW pool tonight, and it’s going to be interesting to see how they fare in the Pro Wrestling Warriors environment tonight on War.
Match one:
Adam Priest versus Jordan Cook
Brett Stokes as Guest Announcer
Exhibition: Singles
These two newcomers to PWW are ready to set the pace for this evening’s edition of the flagship show. The fans are excited as the two juniorweights lock up, and Jordan Cook pulls Adam Priest into a side headlock. Priest shoves Cook into the ropes, and he rebounds by cartwheeling around Priest, trying to kick him in the head. Adam avoids it, and Jordan gets back to his feet and does an arrogant pose, showing off his biceps. What a cocky mofugger. Priest boots him in the stomach and connects with a stiff uppercut to the jaw. He pulls Cook in for a suplex, but Jordan counters by landing behind Priest and grabbing him around the waist – bridging German Suplex! That one gets a two count before Priest returns to his feet and chops Jordan in the chest. The two men battle with forearms, with Priest getting the advantage. He whips Cook into the ropes, but this time the crafty athlete hooks onto the ropes. Priest charges to follow up, but Cook back bodydrops him all the way over the top rope to the outside floor, causing Adam to crash and burn. Priest lies in agony on the outside as Cook arrogantly slides out of the ring and begins jogging around it, first on the side opposite Adam, before returning to him and kicking him in the side as he crawls on his hands and knees.
Scott The Scoop:
Wow, this is some personal stuff… What do you think of these two athletes so far, Mr. Stokes?
The camera pans over to reveal Brett Stokes looking in the mirror as Maria sprays some hairspray on his hair and messes with it with a comb.
Brett Stokes:
Yeah, yeah, that looks great… Sorry, what were you saying, Scott?
Back to the action, Cook starts doing jumping jacks in front of Priest, taunting him a bit before kicking him in the head. He rolls Adam back inside the ring and makes the cover, but the Religious Zealot manages to kick out in the nick of time. Chalk it up to God. Cook connects with a few clubbing blows to the back before lifting Priest and whipping him into the corner. He charges Adam, but Priest connects with a foot to the jaw, stunning his opponent. Cook staggers back and holds his mouth as Adam lifts himself to the middle rope and leaps off… overcast! He connects and hooks the leg, but Cook kicks out.
Brett Stokes:
Oh, wow, that was nice…
Scott The Scoop:
Yeah, indeed. What an impressive maneuver by Adam Priest.
Brett Stokes:
Who? I was talking about the way Maria fluffed my bangs. That looks great, baby.
Priest attempts a springboard twisting crossbody, but Cook dropkicks him in the stomach, sending Adam into the mat. Cook connects with a big legdrop on the back of the head and rolls Priest over for a cover, getting only two. Cook rolls Priest flat on the mat and points to the corner. He goes for Air Jordan, but just like the infamous Michael Jordan moment in possibly his most famous Wizard’s game, Cook misses the slam dunk and does a face plant on the mat. Priest returns to his feet, feeling the rush of adrenaline. Cook is on a knee, holding his face, and Adam charges… SHINING WIZARDOOOH!
Scott The Scoop:
Jordan Cook is going to need cosmetic surgery after that move!
Brett Stokes:
Bitch, please, he’s always needed some.
Priest connects with a leg lariat on Cook, who gets back on his feet. Adam doubles him over and sets up The Martyr Bomb, but Cook is able to counter and block the move, throwing Adam off him and onto the mat. Priest gets to his feet and runs right into a shellshock variation from Jordan, sending Adam into the mat once again. Cook hooks the near leg, arrogantly counting along with the referee, but Priest gets a foot on the rope to force a break. Cook seems stunned but pulls Adam back to his feet and sets up a neck cradle powerbomb. Adam blocks it and counters into a huracarrana, sending his foe into the canvas. Priest gets back to his feet, and Cook attempts a clothesline, but Adam ducks under and grabs him… jawbreaker! Cook holds his mouth but remains standing, and Priest takes the opportunity to dropkick him in the head, sending Jordan outside of the ring. Cook falls through the ropes to the floor as Priest takes a breather.
Scott The Scoop:
You love looking in that mirror, don’t you, Brett?
Brett Stokes:
It’s more entertaining than what’s in the ring.
Adam rebounds off the set of ropes and charges… ADAM’S PENANCE! He goes over the top rope with a tremendous suicide dive that wipes both men out! The fans get to their feet and chants of “PWW!” ring throughout the Conte Forum. After a moment of rest, Priest rolls Cook inside the ring. He tries to enter himself, but Jordan cuts him off, sending Adam back down to the floor as the result of a spin kick. Cook grabs hold of the top rope and waits on Adam to stand. Once he does, Jordan springs off the top rope, twists, and connects with an incredible plancha that takes him out! Cook hurt himself on the move, but Adam is definitely the more harmed of the two. Jordan manages to roll Adam back inside the ring and make the cover, but the resilient Priest is able to kick out. He’s running on Jesus power.
Scott The Scoop:
You could at least put the mirror away and scout your opponents!
Brett Stokes:
Easy for you to say. If I looked like you, I’d never want to look in a mirror. Hell, I’d probably kill myself.
Cook says it’s time to finish things and sets up a high-risk move. He climbs to the top rope, probably preparing his shooting star leg drop, known as the Air Georgia, but Priest gets to his feet and crotches young Jordan Cook on the top rope. Adam climbs to the top himself now and sets up a superplex from the position, but Cook fires back. Adam connects with a headbutt and tries the superplex, but Jordan blocks it and jumps over Adam, trying to grab him for a sunset powerbomb. Priest blocks it and fires a few punches to the skull of his opponent between his legs. Jordan backs off before dropkicking Adam in the back, crotching him on the top rope now, as he faces away from the ring. Jordan climbs to the middle ropes, and then the top, trying to pull Adam off with a back superplex, but Priest fires some elbows into his face, sending Cook into the mat below. Priest stands, takes a deep breath, and backflips off while rotating 360 degrees… LEAP OF FAITH! Priest connects, hooks the leg, and secures a victory in his PWW debut.
Winner: Adam Priest via Pinfall at 12:50
The fans give Adam a hearty round of applause.
Scott The Scoop:
What do you think of that, Mr. Stokes? Through perseverance and a belief in God, Adam Priest picks up an impressive victory tonight.
Brett Stokes:
He may have God on his side, but I look like I’ve descended from heaven. I’m the man with the face of an angel and the talent of a deity. Come on, Maria, let’s go.
The two leave Scott The Scoop behind, who shakes his head in disbelief at the extreme ego of Brett Stokes.
Match two:
AJ Cross versus TJ Williams
Exhibition: Singles
Newcomer TJ Williams is planning on getting what many would consider an upset or a fluke victory over AJ Cross tonight as he battles the former Young Lion in a singles match. Cross starts off by… girlishly slapping Williams a few times in the face, and the newcomer covers up. TJ connects with a few punches to the stomach and a knee to the gut to boot. He whips Cross into the ropes, and AJ ducks under a clothesline attempt before attempting a superkick. Williams has it scouted and ducks under before rolling away from AJ, getting to his feet in the corner. The two men move in for a lock up, but TJ cheaply rakes Cross’ eyes once they move in. Williams clubs AJ’s back a few times and runs to the ropes, but before he can attack, Cross connects with a beautiful dropkick to the face, taking TJ down. AJ gets to his feet, does a little jig, and runs to the ropes. He springboards off the middle and attempts a corkscrew leg drop, but Williams moves out of the way, and Cross lands on his ass. He hops around the mat a bit, overacting the ass injury, before returning to his feet and getting chopped in the chest by Mr. Williams.
Cross’ chest turns red after another chop from Williams, who fires a kick to the stomach and runs to the ropes, returning for a spinning neckbreaker that takes AJ down. Williams makes the cover, hooking the far leg, but AJ kicks out at two. Williams pulls Cross to his feet and European Uppercuts him in the jaw. Cross staggers back, into the corner, and TJ charges, dropkicks off his chest, backflips, and lands on his feet, showing impressive athleticism. Cross combats this with a slap to the face, stunning Williams. AJ grabs TJ and spins him around, lifting him into the air with an atomic drop. He follows up by back suplexing the blue chipper into the mat. AJ makes the cover this time, but TJ kicks out. Cross decides it’s time to take it high risk and climbs to the top rope, but TJ shoves the referee into the ropes to crotch an unsuspecting Cross. Williams tries a superplex, but Cross blocks it, shoving him into the mat. AJ sets up for a high crossbody, but as he leaps off, Williams connects with a dropkick to the stomach, sending Cross back into the mat.
Williams parades around the ring a bit before nailing a big knee drop on Cross’ forehead. He holds the knee on the side of AJ’s face and makes the cover, but Cross easily kicks out. Williams connects with a few shots to the head before applying a rear chinlock and bringing Cross down to the mat. AJ fights his way to the ropes, getting his foot on the lower one. Williams reluctantly releases the hold before stomping Cross. He lifts AJ and attempts a suplex, but Cross blocks it and connects with a snap suplex of his own. He feeds off the crowd’s energy and gets to his feet, blocking and ducking a few swings from Williams. AJ doubles him over with a kick to the stomach and attempts the Cross Cutter, but TJ shoves Cross away. AJ nearly squashes the referee in the corner, but the ref ducks and covers. AJ apologizes and backs right into a schoolboy from TJ, who rolls him up with a handful of tights. Cross BARELY kicks out before three. He has no time to complain, however, as Williams nails a neckbreaker on AJ.
TJ continues focusing on the neck with more well-placed boots to the region. He drops another knee and makes a cover, this time a lateral press, but AJ is tough and kicks out. Williams seems a bit frustrated, expecting the victory to be easier, and vents his frustrations toward the referee. Cross uses the time to recover. As Williams turns around, he gets a face full of superkick from AJ, sending him into the mat. AJ makes the cover, but this time it’s TJ who shocks the arena by kicking out. Cross lifts TJ to his feet and whips him into the corner. He charges, but TJ gets a foot up, connecting with Cross’ jaw. Williams climbs the ropes, setting up a high-risk move. Cross runs up the ropes, showing incredible agility. He stands gracefully on the top ropes and rains down punches on Williams’ head. A knee to the groin halts Cross’ offense, and Williams attempts his finishing move, the Stock Market Crash – a Side Effect from the top rope. AJ somehow blocks it… and then bites his forehead! The crowd is shocked by this aggression, but they don’t have long to gasp as Cross grabs Williams and leaps off… DISGUSTIPATION! Cross hooks the leg and gets back in the swing of things with this victory.
Winner: AJ Cross via Pinfall at 10:24
Cross celebrates after the match, but an upset Williams grabs the unsuspecting victor and lays him out with the Bottom of the Barrel, getting the last laugh tonight…
Match three:
Dun versus Victor Scott
Exhibition: Singles
How can you teach that equality is moral to a man who has no morals? Well, Dun is going to attempt it tonight as he wages war against Victor Scott. The two clash in the early-going with an exchange of chops, with Scott using a rake of the eyes to get the better. He throws Dun into the mat with a headlock takeover and applies the headlock while on the canvas. Dun gets back to his feet and attempts to back suplex Scott, but he gets driven with a bulldog that stuns him. Scott makes the cover, but places a forearm on his face and starts grinding it. He then pulls Dun to his feet and chops him in the chest. Dun falls into the corner, and Scott places a foot on his throat, choking him. The referee counts Scott down, who uses the full benefit of his count, waiting until four and a half to break. He then connects with a closed fist to the head. Dun charges out of the corner and tackles Scott, showing aggression for perhaps the first time in his career, much to the fans’ delight. He throws a few forearms on Scott while he’s on top, but Scott fires back with a jab to the throat. Dun gets off Victor for a moment, and Scott seizes advantage with a running knee lift that causes Dun to fall through the ropes and the action to spill to the outside. Scott slides outside the ring, not trying any fancy schmancy high risk moves. He whips Dun into the ring steps, making him pay for leaving the ring.
After Dun’s shoulder collides with the steel, it’s all Scott can focus on, as he places some kicks at the socket. He grabs Dun by the arm and uses it to fling him across the arena with an Irish whip into the guardrail. Scott charges, but Dun gets his feet up, causing Victor to take two soles to the face and fall to the floor. Dun rolls Scott back inside the ring, the honorable thing to do. He lifts Scott and drives him into the mat with a side suplex. Dun makes the cover, hooking the far leg, but Scott kicks out at two. Dun tries lifting Scott again, but he… bites the bridge of his nose! This man has no dignity. Dun holds his nose, and Scott drops low, taking out a leg with a chop block. He puts the boots to Dun before dropping an elbow and making a cover, hooking the leg for two. He pulls Dun to his feet again, but Dun ducks under a swing and German Suplexes Scott into the mat. Dun returns to his feet, enraged, and grabs Scott, connecting with a few knees to the chest and head. He whips Scott into the opposite corner and charges him, but Victor moves out of the way. Dun smacks off the turnbuckles, and Scott grabs him into a schoolboy, placing his feet on the ropes for a shockingly quick victory!
Winner: Victor Scott via Pinfall at 6:50
Scott rolls out of the ring, his hand raised after the match, as a surprised Dun must readjust his paradigms for this atmosphere…
Match four:
Alex Michaels versus Michael Simons versus Craig Jones versus Seth Sinister
Exhibition: Four-Way Dance
With the purpose of this match being to eliminate all your opponents, the obvious goal at hand would be to stay out of the ring as much as possible and pick apart your opponents when they’re weakened. Simons starts things off with Jones, who looks eager to get the experience against him. Craig extends his hand for a shake… and Simons accepts… and then pulls him in for a small package! One, two, three! That may be the single quickest elimination in a four-way dance in history…
Craig Jones has been eliminated via pinfall.
Michael Simons challenges the gimmicky Seth Sinister into the ring next, who comes in eager. His eyes appear rather strange, perhaps his pupils dilated from some sort of drug. Who knows? Sinister and Simons lock it up, with Simons forcing Seth into a neutral corner. He straights him out and chops him in the chest, but Sinister retaliates. Simons chops him again, but Sinister gets a weird look about him and grabs Simons in for another chop. Simons whips Sinister into the opposite corner, but he places a foot up to stop himself from hitting the turnbuckles. It backfires a bit, as he pushes off the middle turnbuckle pad and flips backwards, landing on his feet. Simons, who is behind him, charges forward and gives him a lariat to the back of the head. Simons shakes his head and points at Michaels to get in the ring as Seth rolls outside. Due to the lucha-libre rules that PWW enforces in elimination matches, Michaels obliges. Simons moves in for a lock-up, and Michaels reaches to grab him… but Simons then walks away, steps outside the ring, and flips Michaels off. Alex seems a bit shocked as Simons turns his back on him and heads backstage. The referee looks confused but begins counting Simons out, yelling at him to get back in the ring. While there aren’t normally count-outs in these sort of matches, the referee is free to use his discretion, and Simons is giving him more than enough reason to call for a DQ here. He wants no part of these gimmicky wrestlers…
Michael Simons has been eliminated via count-out.
And how quickly it is down to two men. Sinister is back in the ring as the two men lock-up. The fans are ready to see some wrestling as opposed to the earlier shenanigans. Sinister pulls Michaels into a side headlock, but he counters into a back suplex, from which Sinister lands on his feet. Alex turns around, and Sinister dropkicks him, sending Alex into the ropes. Michaels nearly tumbles outside, but comes back and goes for a pendulum lariat. Seth ducks under and grabs Alex into a schoolboy for two, from which Michaels counters into a modified armlock, using his legs to pull the arm into an angle that’s quite similar to a fujiwara armbar. Call it an oomaplata shoulderlock, if you will. Sinister reaches the ropes, hooking his arm around them, as Michaels releases the hold. Alex pulls Sinister toward the middle of the ring and rolls him into la Majistral, getting a two count. Sinister finds his way to his feet, and Michaels grabs him, doubling him over and applying a butterfly lock, before throwing him into the mat with a double arm suplex.
Michaels makes the cover, but Sinister kicks out in time. Alex lifts Seth to his feet, but… Sinister grabs him into a testicular claw! The fans gasp as Seth starts freaking out while grabbing Alex’s niblits. Michaels fires with a forearm to the head, and turns around, grabbing his tests. Seth holds his forehead… and then grabs Alex’s leg. He starts hugging it weirdly, like he has some sort of complex, and Michaels tries to shake him off. The harder he fights, the more Seth grabs him, so Michaels walks over to the ropes and grabs them, forcing the ref to get him off. Michaels goes for a lock up with Sinister, and now he’s acting completely normal, going around Michaels into a waistlock. Alex breaks it and goes behind. He attempts to hook his arms for a tiger suplex, but Sinister blocks it with a stomp on the foot and connects with a stunner! Michaels falls to the mat, and Sinister gets to his feet. He climbs the ropes like an awkward child with Down’s syndrome, but Michaels cuts him off. Alex climbs to the middle ropes, but Sinister starts licking his face, so he jumps backwards.
Seth leaps off and grabs Michaels… tornado DDT! He hooks the leg… one, two, no! Michaels gets a foot on the lower rope. Seth looks up to the sky, like he’s climbing, and gets back to his feet. He then looks down and fires a few kicks to Michaels. Seth pulls Michaels toward the center of the ring and grabs his leg, applying an STF. He starts licking Alex’s head like a freak, and Michaels quickly breaks the STF, using his upper body strength, and reaches the ropes as rapidly as possible. Sinister returns to his feet and starts dancing strangely. Michaels charges, but Sinister connects with a drop toehold, sending him to the mat. He grabs Alex and rolls him into an Oklahoma Roll for a two count. Sinister gets to his feet, and Michaels doubles him over with a kick. He motions that he’s going for the AMX, but Seth grabs hold of his leg again, like a little child who’s scared.
Michaels strikes him in the head, but Seth becomes angry and starts biting him! He bites Alex’s leg through his pants, and Michaels counters with a punch to the head. He holds his leg, and Seth grabs the unsuspecting Michaels and connects with a sleeper slam. Sinister grabs Alex around the neck and makes a weird throat slash motion before pulling him to his feet. He hooks Michaels, preparing a Fisherman’s Driver, the Sinister Driver, but Alex blocks it with a few knees and grabs him… ALEX MICHAELS EXPERIEEEENCE! He holds the pin… He’s got ‘im!
Winner: Alex Michaels via Pinfall at 15:24
Match five:
Drake Vinaldi versus Adam Hurst
Exhibition: Singles
It’s difficult to have bad blood with somebody when you’ve yet to have a match in the company in which they reside. Chalk Adam Hurst up as one of the few exceptions. Of course, when the man you’ve pissed off is the temperamental, controversial Italian, Drake Vinaldi, it’s an easy picture to paint for why these two will be going at it tooth and nail tonight in the Conte Forum. Neither Hurst nor Vinaldi waste a second in this battle, immediately moving into the lock up. Vinaldi shoves Hurst into the corner with full force, causing the debuting ex-HCW Traditional Champion to hope for the best as he’s backed against the corner. Drake attempts a back fist, but Hurst ducks under and evades, moving away from Drake rather quickly. Vinaldi and Hurst are back to the center of the ring. This time, in the lock up, Hurst manages to back Vinaldi into the corner, but Drake turns him around at the last minute. Vinaldi attempts a chop this time, but Hurst holds up both arms to block it. Adam laughs, but that look soon turns into one of disdain as Vinaldi slaps the sh*t out of him. Vinaldi pulls Hurst into a side headlock, but The Hot Commodity shoves him into the ropes. Drake comes back with a shoulderblock that takes Adam down. He runs to the ropes and tries to leap over the downed Hurst, but the crafty veteran grabs Vinaldi and drops him to the mat, slamming his face into the canvas.
Adam floats over and applies a front chancery while mouthing off how great he is. Drake gets to his feet, gets in position, and lifts Adam off the mat, charges the corner, and tackles the sh*t out of him with an MMA style slam, nearly driving his head into one of the turnbuckle pads. Adam grabs hold of the ropes as Vinaldi tries to pull on his legs, and the referee makes Drake releases his legs. Hurst uses the moment of restraint to kick Vinaldi in the chin, a cheap, yet effective tactic. He returns to his feet and chops Drake in the chest. Bad decision. Vinaldi fires back with a knife-edge chop of his own before barraging the face of Adam Hurst with forearms. Vinaldi goes for a high kick, but Hurst ducks under and grabs Vinaldi from behind. He tries a rolling prawn hold, but Vinaldi back elbows him in the face. Hurst grabs his jaw, and Drake connects with a dropkick to the kneecap, causing Adam to drop to the mat. Vinaldi returns to his feet and tries to deliver a standing double stomp to the back of Hurst’s head, but the wily veteran rolls over and outside. There are no time outs in wrestling, but for Adam Hurst, he just created his own.
Hurst takes his sweet time getting back inside the squared circle to embattle Vinaldi, and the raging Italian impatiently waits. Hurst wants a knuckle lock with Drake, and Vinaldi obliges, doing whatever he has to in order to battle this man. They lock, and Vinaldi uses his adrenaline and strength to slowly bridge Hurst back. Adam places his head on the mat to avoid getting his shoulders pinned. He slowly rises, battling back, before stomping one of Vinaldi’s feet. He forces Vinaldi into the mat now, bridging him over backwards. Vinaldi does the same trick, but Hurst decides to step it up a notch. He jumps on Vinaldi’s thighs as his feet are locked beneath his body to help him bridge. Hurst forces all of his weight on Drake, trying to get his shoulders pinned to the mat. He leaps off and does it again, but this time Vinaldi drops and places his feet in the air, catching Hurst and suspending him above. He kicks Adam off and gets to his feet. Vinaldi shoves Hurst into the corner, still in the knuckle lock, mind you, and starts throwing wild forearms to his face as they’re still in close quarters of one another.
Drake uses his striking techniques to forearm the face of his opponent from within the clinch. Hurst responds with the point of his knee, driving it in Drake’s stomach, and releases the knuckle lock with his right hand. He keeps it with his left hand and runs up the ropes near the corner, showing his agility. Hurst walks the ropes before leaping off and showing impressive agility with a huracarrana on Vinaldi. Adam arrogantly taunts the Sicilian Shooter after returning to his feet, pissing off the loyal PWW fans. Vinaldi is back to his feet, watching as Hurst cautiously inches his way toward him. They lock up with a collar and elbow tie-up, but Adam pulls Drake into a side headlock this time. Vinaldi shoves him off to the ropes and attempts a kick on his return… that doesn’t happen, because Adam hooks the ropes. Hurst circles the ring again, and they lock up once more, this time with Vinaldi applying a side headlock. Hurst shove Drake into the ropes, and Vinaldi fakes him out, springing off the middle rope with a gamengiri kick!
Hurst’s head takes the shot and he falls to the mat in pain. Drake makes the cover, but instead of simply pinning his shoulders down, he starts forearming the crap out of Adam Hurst. The Hot Commodity manages to escape and floats over to Drake’s back. He applies a waistlock as the two men are on the mat, but Drake breaks that and reverses, grabbing Hurst. Vinaldi tosses Adam overhead with a German suplex, but Hurst lands on his feet behind Drake and dropkicks him in the back of the head, causing him to fall through the ropes to the outside floor. Hurst waits on Drake to return to his feet and charges… suicide dive! The topé connects with Vinaldi, causing both men to fall on the outside as the fans show their approval of the action. Hurst returns to his feet and rolls inside, not bothering to help Drake up. Vinaldi gets in before the ten count, but Hurst immediately pounces, nailing stomps to the back and back of Drake’s head. He lifts Drake and clubs him over the back of the head with a forearm before shoving him in the corner. Hurst mounts Vinaldi and starts punching him in the head, arrogantly yelling the numbers as he goes along, since none of the fans will count along. Once he reaches five, Drake counters by slipping between Hurst’s legs and pele kicking him in the back!
Adam writhes in pain, and Vinaldi lifts him, placing Hurst in the tree of woe. Adam hangs down as Vinaldi chokes him with his foot. The referee counts Vinaldi down, reaching four before Drake lets go. Vinaldi gets a sadistic grin on his face as he walks across the ring, going to the opposite corner. Hurst tries to beg Vinaldi off, but Drake disregards his pleas, charging with a hang-time dropkick that connects with Adam’s face, nailing him as he is helplessly suspended in the corner. Drake gets a round of applause from the fans and PWW chants to boot. But he isn’t done. He scraps Adam’s face as he hangs upside down, before running to the opposite side of the ring and coming back… FACE WASH! Adam Hurst feels Vinaldi’s wrath again while hanging in the tree of woe. Drake lifts Adam now, placing him on the top rope as he faces away from the ring. Drake climbs behind him, setting up a super German Suplex, but it is for naught as Hurst grabs Drake into a three-quarter facelock and rakes his eyes, causing Vinaldi to fall off the top. Drake lands on his feet and walks away as Hurst stands on the top rope. He turns and connects with a high crossbody on the blinded Vinaldi, getting a two count before Drake knees him in the head from his back, causing Adam to fall off the pin and grab the side of his ear in pain.
Vinaldi gets to his feet, but Hurst wisely attacks first, kicking him in the stomach and nailing a snap suplex. He arrogantly places a foot on Vinaldi’s chest, getting a one count before Drake quickly kicks out. Adam drops a knee on Vinaldi’s face and starts choking him blatantly. The ref counts him down, and reaches four before Adam switches hands. The ref counts again, once more reaching four, and Adam switches hands again. The referee eventually yells at him, and Adam obliges, stomping Vinaldi while he lies on the mat, gasping for breath. Hurst pulls Drake toward the corner and begins climbing to the top rope. He taunts a bit before leaping off for the Perfect 10, but Vinaldi gets his knees up, catching Adam in his ribs after he lands. Adam falls to his side, clutching his stomach as Drake rests for a moment; getting some much needed air back in his lungs. He returns to his feet as Hurst is on his knees, still writhing in pain. Drake kicks Adam sharply in the chest, stunning him. He delivers another harsh kick in the chest, once again bringing the pain. Vinaldi rebounds off the opposite set of ropes and baseball slide dropkicks Adam right in the face, sending him into the mat.
Vinaldi makes a throat slash motion and attempts a triangle choke on Hurst, but he wisely rolls away from Drake and outside the ring once again. Vinaldi sees his chance and runs to the opposite side of the ring. He returns… topé con hilo! Vinaldi connects with the flipping suicide dive, wiping Hurst out as he cracks against the steel barricade. The crowd pats Drake on his back as he returns to his feet and screams during the adrenaline rush. He lifts Hurst and whips him into the steel. Vinaldi charges and scrapes his foot off Adam’s face with a yakuza kick against the guardrail. Hurst slumps to the floor, and Drake grabs a nearby chair, placing it against the steel guardrail. Oh, the crowd knows what’s coming now… Vinaldi places Adam in the seat of the chair as the crowd chants “Olé! Olé!” Drake returns, looking for the Olé kick, but Hurst moves out of the way, causing Drake’s foot to go in between the metal poles of the guardrail. Hurst takes advantage and kicks Drake in the back. He leans Vinaldi on the steel chair as both feet are now in between the guardrail posts. Hurst jumps over the guardrail, walks through the crowd, and then jumps onto the top of the adjacent steel guardrail and drops a leg on Vinaldi’s neck as he’s bridged on the chair! The chair collapses beneath them, and Vinaldi is in indescribable pain!
Adam plays to the crowd, wiping “dirt off his shoulder” onto them, before kicking Vinaldi in the head. He rolls Drake inside and makes the cover, hooking the leg, but Drake is able to miraculously kick out before three. Hurst applies a front facelock, trying to wear down Drake even more, but the crowd gets behind one of their favorite wrestlers. Vinaldi battles back to a vertical base and swings, connecting with a few punches to Adam’s midsection. Hurst stops the progress with a knee to the side of the head and grabs Vinaldi… big European Uppercut! Drake is stunned, but he fires back with a chop to the chest. He connects with two more before attempting a spinning back fist. Hurst ducks under and grabs Vinaldi… Side Russian Leg Sweep! He grabs Drake into a weird Octopus Stretch… It’s the Hollywood & Vine! Hollywood & Vine! Vinaldi sent his script into the producers, and it’s getting rejected! Hurst pulls on Vinaldi’s arm as his leg is wrapped around his neck. Drake realizes he has to get to the ropes, as he’s too weak to fight out of it. He slowly inches his way there, feeding off the fans, and gets a foot on the lower rope to get a break.
Adam goes across the ring, crouching down… He’s setting up the spear now, as Vinaldi writhes in pain. Drake slowly gets to his feet as Adam charges… but at the last instant, Vinaldi turns and superkicks the sh*t out of him! Hurst flips over and lands on his front, out cold, as Vinaldi collapses to the mat, clutching his neck. A few moments pass before Vinaldi pulls himself to his feet. A dazed Adam Hurst finds refuge in the corner as he leans his head on the top turnbuckle pad, resting. Drake lets out a wild yell before cartwheeling and flipping toward the corner… TIDAL WAAAVE! Hurst gets kicked in the back of the head as Vinaldi grabs him and connects with a half nelson suplex, driving Adam into the mat! Drake returns to his feet, preparing to finish this thing. Suddenly, from the back, we see Reckless Youth, Tyler Hart and Zack Wicked, running to the ring! They want vengeance! Vinaldi sees Hart and attempts a kick, but Tyler grabs his foot, holding him now. Wicked slides into the ring and connects with a lariat as Hart falls forward, sending Vinaldi into the mat. The referee calls for the bell instantly.
Winner: Drake Vinaldi via Disqualification
The fans boo as Reckless Youth put the boots to Vinaldi. Hart tells Wicked to get something from outside. The big man slides out and reaches under the ring, getting a table. He slides it inside and gets in himself, setting it up. He places it in the center of the ring as Hart goes onto the apron. Wicked hoists Vinaldi into the Wickedbomb as Hart prepares to springboard dropkick him forward, sending Drake into the table, but suddenly, the beat of Fight Music is heard as Will Bauer, steel chair in hand, runs to the ring. Not far behind him is Roderick Brookes, who has his own personal issues with Reckless Youth and The Awakening as a whole. Wicked drops Vinaldi through the table anyway, Wickedbombing him! Hart drops off the apron and bails, and Wicked rolls out of the ring just in time to avoid a chair shot from Will Bauer. The fans boo as Brookes checks on Drake, who lies in the wreckage, and Bauer is seething, wanting revenge.
Main Event:
Rob Cavallo versus Komodo
Exhibition: Singles; Number One Contender's Trophy
With as much at stake in tonight’s main event, the emotional implications of this match possibly outweigh the benefit of a title shot. Komodo slides into the ring during his entrance, and Cavallo immediately jumps on him with a few stomps to the head. The fans get behind Rob, chanting his name, as he lays into Jack before he can get to his feet. He pulls Komodo up and whips him into the opposite set of ropes. Komodo rebounds, and Cavallo leapfrogs over him. He rebounds off the ropes, but Rob connects with a big dropkick that sends Jack barreling through the middle and top rope. Jack lands on the outside, stunned, and Rob grabs hold of the top rope. He screams some incoherent crap toward the crowd, springs off the top rope, and nails the 450 press suicida! And the crowd goes wild!
Cavallo gets to his feet but doesn’t take time to taunt. He fires a few shots on Komodo’s head and nails a dropkick, sending him sprawling toward the guardrails. Jack is taken aback by Rob’s offense. Cavallo walks away from Komodo, pumping his fists, before turning back. He charges, but Jack grabs him and flapjacks him onto the steel guardrail, dropping Rob’s abdomen on the hard, unforgiving crowd protector. Cavallo remains on the steel guardrail as Komodo shakes off the effects of his attack. Porter grabs Cavallo by his legs and launches him into the floor with a wheelbarrow suplex! Cavallo cracks the back of his head off the floor and lies for a moment, possibly out cold. Komodo rolls inside the ring and back out, before mounting Rob and firing some punches into his skull, punishing him. He sneers menacingly as he looms over Cavallo, his fist raised in the air, and connects with one final shot. Jack rolls Robbie back in the ring and slides in himself, again looming over him with a very menacing look on his face. He kicks Cavallo in the back of the head, yelling at him. Komodo lifts Rob and puts him in the corner, squeezing his cheeks together with one hand. He mouths some words to him and then slaps him across the face. Cavallo grabs his head and hangs onto the rope so he doesn’t fall to the mat. Komodo kicks him in the gut and brings him to the center of the ropes before whipping him off.
Komodo attempts a back bodydrop, but Cavallo backflips over him and lands behind. Komodo turns around and takes a spinning muay thai kick to the head, courtesy of Mr. Cavallo. Rob jumps on Jack and starts punching him again, but Komodo throws him off and returns to his feet. Rob fires a kick his way, but it gets caught, and Komodo takes him over with a dragon leg screw. He grabs Rob’s leg and kicks it a few times, but then goes back to his head, driving a couple of punches into his skull and then choking him right in front of the referee. Komodo releases the hold before the ref even reaches three, just to prove a point. He pulls Rob to his feet and doubles him over with a knee to the stomach. Komodo nails a snap suplex and floats over with a cover, placing a forearm in the side of his head. Cavallo kicks out at two, and Komodo grins, latching on a sleeper hold. Cavallo starts to fight out of it with the crowd on his side. He battles back to his feet and elbows Komodo in the midsection, but Jack retaliates with a clubbing shot to the back of the head. He then grabs Cavallo by his hair and throws him back into the mat, causing Rob’s head to once again smack against something. Komodo grins and places a foot on Rob’s head before scraping it against his face.
Komodo pulls Rob to his knees and fires downward with a few punches to the head, causing Cavallo to fall backward, into the mat again. His head could be in serious trouble here. Komodo makes a cover again, and Rob once again kicks out. This time, Komodo remains on top of him and begins grinding his forearm against Rob’s face, showing more disrespect for Lance Van Leer’s former friend. Jack fires a stomp to the head before going to the cameraman, who’s on the apron, and getting in his face.
Komodo:
You see this? He obviously doesn’t care about Lance… If he thinks I’m such a bad influence on him, he’d be trying to kill me.
Komodo returns to Cavallo and puts a few boots in his back. Jack lifts his opponent to his feet and slaps him in the face again, showing absolutely no respect. He laughs until Rob returns fire with a series of forearm shots to the head, stunning Komodo. Rob fires a few more forearms before mounting Komodo in the corner and raining down as the crowd counts along. He gets to six before Komodo low blows him, but with all that is on the line in this bout, the referee doesn’t call for the DQ. Jack grabs Rob off the corner and powerbombs him in the middle of the ring. He covers, but Rob kicks out just in the nick of time. Komodo pulls Cavallo to his feet and tosses him overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex. He covers him again, but Rob gets a foot on the rope this time, agitating the Toronto Tornado.
He tries lifting Rob again, but Cavallo uppercuts Komodo between the legs. Turnabout is fair play tonight, and Cavallo knows he has to do everything possible to win this match. He kicks Komodo in the stomach and connects with a DDT, driving him into the mat. Rob drapes an arm on Komodo’s chest, but Jack kicks out rather easily, considering how little energy he’s expended over the last few minutes, besides the energy used to try to put Rob away. Cavallo watches breathlessly as Komodo returns to his feet. He charges Jack and nails a flying forearm, connecting with his forehead. Komodo goes down, and Cavallo points to the corner, climbing to the top rope. He doesn’t even make it to the top before Komodo is back to his feet and climbs the ropes. He connects with a few punches to Rob’s head and grabs him… SUPERPLEX! Komodo superplexes Cavallo in the center of the ring. He rolls over and makes the cover… one, two, thre-NO! Cavallo shoots a shoulder off the mat!
The fans are in awe, but continue to rally behind Rob Cavallo as he quests to defeat Komodo for the number one contender’s trophy. Komodo lifts Rob to his feet, but Cavallo blocks a kick attempt and nails a kick of his own – a spinning heel kick. Komodo goes down to the mat, and Rob springboards off the top rope… springboard moonsault! He hooks the leg, but Komodo kicks out. Rob tries lifting Komodo, but Jack pulls him in… Crossface! CROSSFACE! This is the same move Lance Van Leer used to defeat Brady Cruise at Last Laugh! What a show of disrespect by Komodo to whip out the move. However, as distasteful as it may seem, Cavallo has been given much punishment to his head throughout the match, so it may be the logical submission hold for Komodo. Cavallo tries to fight toward the ropes, but he seems to be fading quickly. After a moment goes by, the referee realizes he has to check on him. He lifts Cavallo’s hand once… it falls to the mat. He lifts Cavallo’s limp wrist again, and it once again falls. The referee lifts it a third time… but Cavallo’s hand remains in the air; he’s pumping his fist; he’s fighting back!
Rockin’ Rob Cavallo is fighting back as Komodo pulls back on the hold. Cavallo inches his way to the ropes… and grabs the middle one, forcing a break! The Massachusetts crowd pops huge for Cavallo as he rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor, limp from pain. Komodo remains on his knees, rubbing his head in befuddlement at the inexorability of Rob Cavallo. Cavallo lies on the outside for a moment, breathing in sharply as he tries to regain his composure. Komodo reaches over the top rope as Cavallo gets to his feet with aid from the apron. He grabs Rob’s sweat-drenched hair and pulls him to his feet, but Rob clasps his hands together and axe handles the sh*t out of Komodo’s head, causing him to fall backward, clutching it. Cavallo climbs onto the apron, but Komodo gets back to his feet by that point. He charges Rob, but Cavallo ducks under a clothesline attempt and nails an enzuigiri to Komodo, sending him into the mat! Rob climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps off… Swanton Bomb! It takes a moment for him to hook the leg, but Komodo kicks out regardless.
Cavallo, aching in pain, gets to his feet. Komodo pulls himself up as well, and Rob grabs him. Komodo connects with a back elbow to the stomach and grabs Rob. He drops Rob on his knee with an STO backbreaker, and Cavallo collapses to the mat. Komodo rests for a second before stomping Rob in the stomach. He pulls Cavallo to his feet and connects with a big right, sending him staggering toward the ropes. Komodo crouches down as Cavallo leans against the corner, regaining his composure. He turns around as Komodo charges… SALASPEAR! No! Cavallo moves out of the way, and Komodo goes through! He cracks his shoulder off the turnbuckle post, just like Lance Van Leer did against Brady Cruise! Cavallo grabs Komodo from behind with a schoolboy! One, two, thre-NO! Komodo kicks out! Cavallo can’t believe it, but he stays on Komodo… Standing Flux Capacitor! The fans pop for the move as Cavallo hooks both legs… one, two, thre-NO! Cavallo CANNOT believe it this time, but he says it’s time to finish it.
Rob climbs the turnbuckles again, getting to the top, but Komodo pulls the top rope and crotches him. Komodo climbs the ropes and connects with an uppercut to the jaw. Cavallo gets dazed and nearly falls off the top, but Jack pulls him back toward the ring. Komodo stands on the top ropes and connects with a few punches to the head. Komodo sets Rob up for the superplex, but Cavallo blocks it by hooking onto the ropes. Rob connects with a few punches to the midsection as Komodo tries the plex again. Cavallo grabs Komodo and lifts him into the air before dropping him on his front on the mat, causing Komodo to hold his stomach. He rolls over as Cavallo stands on the top rope. He points to the crowd and leaps off… FALL FROM VALHALLA! CAVALLO CONNECTS! Rob hooks the leg… one, two, thre-WHAT?! WHAAAAT?! Komodo kicks out of the Fall From Valhalla!
Cavallo’s eyes bulge in shock at this, and he asks the referee if it was three. The ref tells him the unfortunate news, and Cavallo just… cannot believe it at all. He pulls Komodo to his feet and sets up the Time Traveler, but Komodo shoves him into the corner. Cavallo’s head bounces off the turnbuckle pad, and he turns around… Komodo charges… SALASPEAR! NO! He misses it again, but this time stops himself before he connects with the turnbuckle post. Cavallo grabs the cautious Komodo from behind and connects – Clock Stopper! Komodo gets driven into the mat courtesy of a Rob Cavallo Crucifix Roll-Up Driver. Cavallo holds the crucifix for the pin… one, two, NO! He tries to apply the Rings of Saturn variation, but Komodo grabs Cavallo into a fireman’s carry and gets to his feet with Rob on his shoulders. He runs forward and swings him off… TKO! Komodo drives Cavallo into the mat! He doesn’t have the energy to cover, and both men are out on the mat.
The referee begins a ten count, reaching seven before the men use the ropes to pull themselves up on either side. Komodo turns toward the ring entrance, motioning for somebody to come down to help him. He then becomes very vocal about it, yelling for Lance to come help him. He eventually decides LVL isn’t coming and turns his attention back toward Rob. Jack tries to attack first. His punch gets blocked, and Cavallo counters with a forearm. Komodo tries a second punch, but Cavallo blocks and strikes again. Cavallo connects with a few more punches and nails a chest compactor! Komodo bounces off and falls to the mat. He gets back to his feet as Cavallo charges forward. Rob nails a high kick to one side of Komodo’s head and a spin kick to the other! Komodo falls down in the corner as Rob is feeling it. He charges Komodo for what appears to be a broncobuster, but Komodo lifts a foot, kicking Cavallo between the legs! The fans boo as Komodo gets to his feet with aid from the ropes. He walks over to Cavallo and lifts him to his feet. Komodo butterflies the arms. He’s gotta be going for the Dragon Wings. Komodo secures the double-arm lock and hoists Rob to his shoulders, spins around, and… Rob lands on his feet. Cavallo lifts Komodo overhead, bridging, and holds the pin… one, two, three! Cavallo surprises Komodo and gets the victory with a counter bridge!
Winner and NEW Number One Contender: Rob Cavallo via Pinfall at 25:30
The fans are absolutely ecstatic as Cavallo gets to his feet and receives the trophy from the referee. Komodo watches in the corner, licking his wound. There’s no doubt he’d love to shove that trophy where the sun doesn’t shine.
Written by Rick:
Following the main event, we see Lance Van Leer standing in his locker room with the PWW title on his shoulder watching the monitor shaking his head. Suddenly, the door swings open and in walks Komodo, fresh off defeat. He angrily charges toward Van Leer who turns and stares at him.
Komodo:
What the f*ck, Van Leer? Didn’t you see what happened out there? Where were you?
Lance Van Leer:
Where was I? You’re a f*cking former World Champion, Jack. You should have been able to take care of himself. I should have known you were gonna choke. You always f*cking choke.
Komodo:
What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?
Suddenly, the door swings open again and in walks Rob Cavallo carrying the Number One Contender’s trophy. He waltzes in with a grin on his face, much to the chagrin of LVL and Komodo.
Komodo:
YOU WANT SOME MORE, CAVALLO?!
Komodo goes to lunge at Cavallo but Van Leer grabs Komodo.
Lance Van Leer:
Sit down, Jack.
Komodo still tries to get to Cavallo.
I TOLD YOU TO F*CKING SIT DOWN!
Komodo:
I don’t answer to you.
Van Leer spins Komodo around to face him and gets up in his grill.
Lance Van Leer:
IF YOU EVER WANT YOUR SHOT AT THIS, YOU’LL SIT DOWN!
Komodo and Van Leer stare each other down for a moment.
Komodo:
F*ck it. I’m taking a shower.
Komodo turns and walks out of the room leaving Cavallo and the World Champion alone.
Lance Van Leer:
Congratulations, rock star. You won your little trophy. You get your title shot. Then I can finally put you and all of the bullsh*t that surrounds you out of my life once and for all.
Rob Cavallo:
Yeah, you’re right. I did win, Lance. I do get my title shot. But to be honest, I wish it didn’t come to this. I wish I didn’t have to fight you. We were like brothers. Now you’re nothing more than a sick, bitter son of a b*tch without a conscience. Without a soul. You went out there and physically destroyed your best friend. The best man at your wedding. How could you do that, Lance? You’ve got your f*cking problems, but how could you do that to Brady?
Lance Van Leer:
Don’t you f*cking try to pull that sh*t with me, Cavallo. “I don’t want to fight you.” “I wish it didn’t come to this.”
Shut the f*ck up.
This is all you’ve ever wanted. You get your shot to try to overthrow me from my place at the top of the food chain and take the World title in the process. You’re a selfish bastard. You NEVER gave a f*ck about me and you’re only so worried about Cruise because now you don’t have a little monkey to carry your bags and suck your d*ck. Trust me, I know what it was like. You shot me in the heart, and the backfire is a b*tch. But you did win. You’ll get your shot. Since you miss Brady so much, I’ll get you a hospital bed right f*cking next to him. Now get the f*ck out of my locker room.
Cavallo smiles a little bit and nods.
Rob Cavallo:
You said I shot you in the heart? You haven’t seen sh*t. Just wait until next week. Just wait, Lance.
Cavallo turns and exits leaving a fuming World Champion as War comes to a close.
OOC: When you no RP, me no happy.