Dean
May 10th, 2007, 08:45 PM
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DCU Center - Worcester, Massachusetts - 15,000
[05.10.07]
As the television sets of millions become alit with images of violence and gore, we know it’s time for everybody’s favorite wrestling program: War. Going directly to the Boss’ Office, the HQ of James Simpson, we’re getting things started off with a bang.
James Simpson:
It has come to my attention that a lot of people are unhappy with the way I do things here at Pro Wrestling Warriors. Well, I have two words for my detractors…
…Tough cookies. You don’t like your boss? What else is new? Frankly, I come up with policies to assure things run smoothly around here, and if you don’t give me the common decency of following through with the rules, wrestling in the matches I book you in, or even showing up at the arena, then you can be assured punishment will be swift, punishment will be stern, and punishment will be severe. You see, over the last few months, I’ve put up with the likes of wrestlers filtering in from Hybrid Championship Wrestling and other promotions, looking for employment opportunities, but when it comes time to put the money where their mouth is, they never seem to deliver. Best. Tag Team. Ever., Adam Hurst, Craig Jones, I’m looking at you… All of you have been given numerous opportunities, and you’ve failed to collect. In fact, I dare say you’ve been disgraces to the wrestling industry and Pro Wrestling Warriors, specifically.
Starting tonight, we’re going to see a new side of Pro Wrestling Warriors. We’re going to see what has been promised from day one, and that’s the greatest wrestlers on earth competing in one promotion, where they won’t be bound by politics and bull crap. Tonight marks the entryway to the Promised Land, my friends, and I will be the pastor for the sheep of Pro Wrestling Warriors, guiding you to heaven.
Now, let’s get down to business. Michael Simons… it seems you’ve done nothing but bitch and moan since you came to Pro Wrestling Warriors. You take the simplest request and complain about it incessantly. You want to start a battle against this so-called “Entertainment Establishment” that you and your conspiracy theorists are always whining about? That’s fine and dandy, but to start something, you’re going to have to actually WRESTLE. Now, you may not be in the arena tonight, but that doesn’t stop me from booking you in a match for next week. That’s why next week we’re going to see Michael Simons versus Seth Sinister in a hardcore match. You want to take out the guys who are just a little eccentric, a little crazy, a little WEIRD? Well, I can’t think of a better way to do it than with no rules, no boundaries, and certainly no excuses. So get your ass in the arena… or hell, don’t for all I care, because falls will count anywhere in the zip code.
Simpson sighs, shuffling through some papers on his desk.
James Simpson:
It’s come to my attention that tonight is possibly Tyler Hart’s last match in Pro Wrestling Warriors, and as such, I expect a pretty memorable fight between Drake Vinaldi and himself tonight before Hart heads out for an overseas tour of Japan. I wish Tyler the best of luck tonight and in his future endeavors. But onto more pertinent things pertaining to PWW’s future. Tonight, a match was scheduled between Roberto Rodriguez and Spike Angel, but unfortunately, it cannot take place…
The camera zooms out to reveal Spike Angel sitting in a chair, rather solemn and quiet, as James Simpson glares at him from behind his desk.
James Simpson:
Spike Angel told me about ten minutes before going on the air that he’s decided to give up wrestling – He realizes it isn’t for him. Well, I hope the line at the unemployment office is nice and short for you, Spike.
Suddenly, the door to Simpson’s office swings open, as an enraged Roberto Rodriguez, holding a bag of oranges, storms in. He isn’t a happy camper.
Roberto Rodriguez:
¡A la Ching*da!
Rodriguez hurls the oranges at Simpson, who ducks under. The oranges crash through the window, causing glass to shatter everywhere. Simpson’s face turns beet red with anger as he stands from his desk, yelling at Rodriguez, who screams back in Spanish.
James Simpson:
YOU STUPID BASTARD! THAT’S COMING OUT OF YOUR PAYCHECK! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!
Roberto Rodriguez:
¡Mi familia! ¡Necesitamos dinero, jefe!
Simpson points a finger to the door, and Rodriguez, in rage, lunges at Spike Angel. The two men begin exchanging fists. Angel manages to knee Rodriguez in the stomach and shoves him into the door, causing it to fly open. Rodriguez lands in the hallway and gets back to his feet. He and Angel start brawling through the corridors. Carl Tuckerson is walking by and ends up getting caught in the middle. He shrieks like a girl and runs away, throwing papers all over the place. Rodriguez hip tosses Spike onto a nearby concession stand, smashing tons of deserts and pastries. Angel gets up, cake smeared on his ass, and grabs Rodriguez. He boots him in the stomach and Irish whips him into the exit door, sending Roberto out into the parking lot. The cameraman runs to keep up as the two men are exchanging fists. Roberto fires a few punches to Spike’s head, causing him to stagger off. As he stumbles into the street, a car, going way over the speed limit, hits him, causing Angel to flip and land on his neck! A fat Samoan man from inside the vehicle yells “I DID IT FOR THE ROCK!” before speeding off. Rodriguez runs over, checking on Angel.
Roberto Rodriguez:
!DIOS MÍO! ¡AMBULANCIA! ¡AMBULANCIA!
The cameraman breathes heavily as we cut to ringside, where Scott The Scoop, Terry Martinez, and Richard Avalio share the same look of astonishment on their faces.
Scott The Scoop:
I… really don’t know what to say right now.
Terry Martinez:
Well, at least nobody important got hurt.
Richard Avalio:
Yeah… yeah.
Match one:
TJ Williams versus Alex Michaels
Exhibition: Singles
The former Traditional Champion gets quite a workout against newcomer TJ Williams. The “Blue Chipper” has yet to get a victory in PWW tonight, but he isn’t going to let his past track record get in the way of his future success. His stock is going up, or so he claims, and he starts out the match aggressively, going after Michaels. His aggression gets the best of him, as after a pretty impressive technical exchange, Alex connects with a nice t-bone suplex out of nowhere that jars Williams and causes him to dive to the outside for a break to clear the cobwebs. Once inside the ring, Williams goes back to work on Michaels, focusing on the neck. He gets a near fall after a modified neckbreaker that causes some fans to stand on their feet, expecting an upset. Williams tries to follow with a side headlock, but Michaels battles back to a vertical base and drives Williams into the mat with a back suplex. He makes the cover, but TJ easily avoids defeat. Alex and TJ exchange forearms and chops on their feet, with Alex getting the advantage until Williams blasts him in the face with a European Uppercut.
A uranage backbreaker finds its mark, and Williams picks up a two and a half on Michaels. TJ lifts Alex to his feet, preparing a Bottom of the Barrel, but it gets countered with elbows and a quick DDT by Alex. Michaels climbs to the top rope, preparing a moonsault, but he gets cut off. Williams climbs the other side and sets up his finishing move, the Stock Market Crash, but a flurry of forearms and fists cuts off his momentum. Alex connects with a super back bodydrop, sending the young TJ Williams all the way to the mat. Williams holds his back as he gets to his feet. He turns around as Alex flips off, moonsaulting onto Williams with a weird crossbody. He gets a two, and Alex is shocked at TJ’s resiliency. Michaels sets up a superkick, but it gets caught, and TJ spins Alex into a leg sweep DDT! TJ picks up another near fall, and he seems to be getting upset over this. Distraught as he may be, Williams stays on the former Traditional Champion, making him pay for his perseverance. After a few stomps and kicks, Williams tries a suplex, but Michaels flips over and lands on his feet. TJ turns around and grabs him around the waist, trying to suplex him, but Michaels fires a few elbows. Alex charges Williams, who ducks a clothesline attempt, causing Michaels to wind up in the corner. Williams charges, and Alex lifts his legs, wrapping them around Williams’ shoulders. He pins TJ to the mat so suddenly he can’t think to kick out, giving Alex a victory out of the blue.
Winner: Alex Michaels via Pinfall at 9:13
Michaels slides out of the ring and gets his arm raised as an irate TJ Williams uncharacteristically throws a tantrum in the ring, obviously fed up with getting another loss added to his record.
Match two:
Roderick Brookes versus AJ Cross
Exhibition: Singles
AJ Cross clearly didn’t prepare at all for tonight’s match, as he seems to be taking Roderick lightly. Regardless of having a victory over Brookes before, Cross barely gets any offense in for the opening moment of the match, as Roderick lays into him with stiff kicks, chops, and fists, just bludgeoning and bruising poor AJ and proving a point to everybody in the locker room. Roderick whips Cross into the corner and charges, but AJ gets his feet up, his first offensive move of the night. Cross manages to keep the offensive train going, nailing a few quick arm drags and dropkicks on Roderick, before he gets thrown into the mat with a vicious overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Brookes decides it’s time to stop messing around and nails a stiff yakuza kick that knocks AJ loopy. Brookes follows up by whipping Cross into the corner and kneeing him in the head. AJ staggers into a fireman’s carry. Roderick spins him around a few times with the airplane spin before viciously kneeing him in the face, forcing him to Wake The F*ck Up! I’m not sure if even PWW’s esteemed EMTs can wake AJ up now, as he’s in la-la land. Brookes picks up the relatively easy victory.
Winner: Roderick Brookes via Pinfall at 7:58
Brookes chuckles callously as he leaves the ring, and poor AJ takes a while before getting to his feet. What? Wait… Roderick grabs a chair at ringside. He slides back inside… BAM! That wasn’t Emeril Lagasse, folks. Brookes just smacked the steel chair over AJ’s head, busting him wide open. As opposed to narrow open? The fans boo as Brookes sets the chair up in the middle of the ring, as if he’s about to sit on it. Roderick lifts AJ to his shoulders, into the fireman’s carry again. Brookes stands at the side of the steel chair… and then throws AJ forward with ease, causing his forehead to crack off the top of the back of the steel chair! Cross falls to the mat, unconscious, and Brookes wipes the blood that spattered on him across his chest, grinning malignantly. He grabs a microphone from ringside as EMTs cautiously head to the ring to get AJ out of there.
Roderick Brookes:
Ya don't f*ckin' listen do ya, Cross? I am cancer. I am disease. And I am f*ckin' sure to put you in a hospital.
Brookes ends his brief bit of dialogue with a strange laugh before tossing the mic down and leaving the ring to the sounds of Lordi.
Match three:
Brett Stokes versus Adam Priest
Exhibition: Singles
This one is started quickly, as the two men exchange chops. Priest pulls Stokes into a headlock, but Brett sends him into the ropes and nails a shoulderblock. Stokes gets taken down with a drop toehold. Priest floats over but finds himself on the receiving end of a slap from Brett, following with an armdrag. Adam gets to his feet quickly and connects with an armdrag of his own. The two men meet in the center of the ring again with a lock up as the crowd gets riled up, cheering them on. Priest forces Stokes into the corner, but Brett fires a few forearms to his face and grabs him into a front facelock. Priest takes Brett over with a Northern Lights Suplex for two. Stokes catches Priest off guard with a victory roll for two. The two men exchange more chops, and the crowd really gets behind this fast-paced contest. A big forearm from Priest sends Stokes into the ropes, but as Adam tries to advance, Brett sends him over the top rope. After Adam crashes on the floor and gets to his feet, Brett dives through the ropes with a suicide dive!
Maria helps Brett fix his hair after the move, and Stokes fires a few forearms and elbows to the back of Adam’s head. Stokes backs off a bit before charging Priest, but Adam back bodydrops Stokes into the front row, causing him to crash onto half a dozen chairs. The fans in the area go wild as security tries to hold them back. Brett lies in the wreckage, dazed as Adam goes back inside the ring. Brett slowly gets to his feet, and Adam watches him carefully. He runs to the opposite set of ropes and jumps off the top rope as he returns… SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA SUICIDA! Priest wipes Stokes out in the crowd! The crowd goes insane as chants of PWW fill the DCU Center. Once back in the ring, a cover by Priest gets a near fall. Adam stays on Stokes with a few maneuvers. A snapping huracarrana scores another near fall for the religious zealot. Stokes manages to counter another huracarrana attempt with a folding powerbomb, getting a two count himself.
Priest takes Brett down with a wheel kick and climbs to the top rope for a high-risk maneuver. Stokes cuts him off and attempts a super back suplex, but Adam is able to block it with some elbows. Brett falls into position, and Priest attempts the Leap of Faith. Stokes moves out of the way, and Adam, needless to say, crash and burns. Brett grabs Priest from behind, trying to finish things here, but Adam counters into a victory roll for another near fall. Priest swings wildly at Stokes, hoping to connect, but Brett ducks under and nails a kick to the abdomen. Brett drops Priest face-first with a rocker dropper and wastes little time in making sure Adam Priest gets STOKED~! He holds the position to gain a “W”.
Winner: Brett Stokes via Pinfall at 12:40
After Stokes’ celebration with Maria, we cut to the back, where Richard Storrs is standing next to Roberto Rodriguez. Also in the scene is Robert, who is standing behind Storrs, out of his view, chuckling at the mess. Spike Angel gets carted away on the stretcher and into an ambulance.
Richard Storrs:
I can’t fathom why you’ve gotten yourself in such a mess. What were you possibly thinking?
Robert continues to chuckle in the background as Roberto seems ashamed of his actions. The three men try to cross the street, but a woman driving an expensive foreign vehicle, with no headlights on, going seventy miles per hour in a thirty-five, comes to a screeching halt, narrowly avoiding the three men. Richard Storrs snaps into a fit of rage.
Richard Storrs:
You ignorant c*nt! I could buy and sell your ass!
Woman:
…That’s hot.
The woman speeds off, leaving a flustered Storrs to turn to Roberto and say…
Richard Storrs:
I guess it could happen to anyone. The important thing is that nobody was hurt.
Robert, upset now that Storrs seems content with Roberto, speaks up.
Robert:
But, sir-
Richard Storrs:
NOBODY WAS HURT! Come on, Roberto. Do you like caviar?
The two men walk off, leaving a saddened Robert to trail behind, following them…
Match four:
Victor Scott versus Dun
Exhibition: Singles
Scott is well prepared, as usual, to face the man in whose side he’s recently been a thorn. Wow, that’s a really awkward way to phrase that sentence, amirite? Dun goes to work on Scott’s arm in the early going. Not sure what he’s trying to do there. He applies a wristlock that Scott gets out of by rolling on the mat and then taking Dun down with him via drop toehold. He applies a front facelock and wrenches it on tight. Dun gets to his feet and forces Scott into the corner, but Victor nails a few clubbing blows to the back. The referee tries to separate them, and when Scott goes to poke Dun in the eye, Dun is ready to avoid it and step out of the way. Scott and Dun lock up again. Dun takes Scott down with a deep armdrag and applies another armlock, and this time Scott battles back to his feet before applying a hammerlock. He tries to grab Dun with a fish hook in the mouth, but Dun quickly tucks his chin down and wraps his arms around Scott, pulling him in closely for a saito suplex, driving Victor’s head into the canvas. Dun makes the cover, but Scott kicks out and slides out of the ring, a bit surprised.
Dun has all of Scott’s ploys scouted tonight, and Victor isn’t very happy about it. He slides back inside, realizing Dun isn’t going to leave the ring and that he can get disqualified on the floor. Scott and Dun lock up again, but this time Victor does catch him off guard with a knee to the stomach and follows it up with a few forearms to the head. He whips Dun into the ropes and sets up a back bodydrop. Dun scouts that as well and grabs Scott into a vicious DDT, planting him on the mat. The fans cheer as Dun makes another cover, but Scott is again able to kick out. Dun stays on the aggressive, using a few armdrags to keep Scott on the mat, but Victor eventually strikes with a jab to the throat, cutting off Dun’s momentum. A knee to the stomach and a DDT later, and Scott has gained control of the mat.
Two count as Victor makes a pin attempt. He applies a front facelock and brings Dun all the way down to the mat. Inside the hold, Scott uses his fingers and rubs them in the eye sockets of Dun. The referee catches it and forces Scott to get off Dun. Scott wisely rolls Dun onto his back and places a foot on his throat as he argues with the referee. Dun isn’t the only one who’s caught up to Scott’s tricks, as he realizes this instantly and forces Scott off Dun’s throat. Scott fires a few forearms to the face of Dun and lifts him back to his feet. He whips him into the corner and charges with a powerful clothesline, crushing Dun between the corner and Scott’s weight. Victor pulls Dun out and bodyslams him in the center of the ring. He places a hand around his throat, blatantly choking him. The referee counts to four before Scott releases and switches hands. The referee counts him down again, and this time Scott moves in to bite Dun’s head, but Dun is ready, grabbing Scott into an inside cradle – He got him! Dun gets the quick victory!
Winner: Dun via Pinfall at 11:22
Dun slides out of the ring, almost beaming as he’s beaten Victor Scott. The referee raises his hand, and a visibly angry Victor Scott challenges Dun to enter the ring again, wanting to prove he can beat him. Dun just laughs and walks it off, leaving his foe behind…
We go backstage afterward, where TJ Williams is talking on his cellphone to somebody. He’s complaining about how his match went, when Brett Stokes walks by with Maria. Maria is playfully teasing Stokes’ hair, and she’s quite loud as they celebrate Brett’s big win tonight. Williams closes his cellphone and taps Stokes on the shoulder. He turns around.
TJ Williams:
Is all that hair spray going to your eyes, Brett? I was on a very important phone call. That’s the one thing you’ll never comprehend. You understand one element of business – one – IMAGE. But you don’t know what’s necessary to be successful. You can wear the flashy, designer clothes, do your hair in ways most straight women don’t even know exist, and strum on your guitar all day long, but your stock is stagnant, my friend.
Stokes turns to Maria, and they both pause for a second… before laughing obnoxiously. Williams takes offense, but Stokes pats him on the shoulder.
Brett Stokes:
The day you give me tips on how to be successful is the day Paris Hilton gives me advice on how to drive. Listen, TJ, you may be new around here, so I’ll fill you in. This is how things wo-
Maria interrupts her client.
Maria Rounds:
Listen up, you lazy piece of trash! You may think you’re hot sh*t because you got lucky on the stock market, but I know that’s the ONLY place you’ve ever gotten lucky looking like that. And another thing!—
Brett Stokes:
Down, honey.
Stokes soothes Maria, who gives him an “I’m sorry” look.
Brett Stokes:
Teej, Tea Jay, whatever you want to be called – it really doesn’t matter. You talk about business savvy and intellect, but it doesn’t take an expert statistician to figure out having a perfect loss record isn’t going to get you anywhere in this business.
Williams lunges at Stokes, pulling on his hair, and the two men start brawling. It’s UTTER CHAOS! Maria jumps on TJ’s back, but security are hot on the scene, separating the two men.
TJ Williams:
You want to survive in the Bull Market?! You’re about to get the horns! After I kick your ass, I won’t be the one needing any fashion tips!
Security dude:
…That was lame.
TJ Williams:
SHUT UP!
We cut back to ringside…
Match five:
Tyler Hart versus Drake Vinaldi
Exhibition: Pure Rules
Hart slides inside the ring, and Vinaldi immediately goes after him. Hart tries to take Vinaldi down, but Drake pulls him into a guillotine choke. Hart pulls his head out instantly and ends up on top of Drake, who has a full guard on. Tyler rains down with forearms from above. Vinaldi manages to throw Hart onto the mat with a weird monkey flip and gets back to his feet. Hart realizes he’s in trouble now that he’s standing, but takes it right to Drake, firing a few quick kicks. Vinaldi smirks and nearly takes Hart’s leg off with a vicious kick to the thigh. Hart nearly buckles under the pressure, but he has to brace himself for two more. Drake rolls forward and smacks Hart in the face with a kappou kick, sending him flipping into the turnbuckle, presumably dead. Drake gets a huge round of cheers from the crowd as he lifts Hart to his feet and whips him into the corner. Vinaldi charges, scraping Tyler’s face with a yakuza kick. He claps his hands together as the crowd gets behind him again. Vinaldi goes for the move again, but this time Hart moves out of the way, causing Vinaldi to miss and kick the pad. Drake isn’t hurt, but he is alarmed as he turns around and gets caught with an enzuigiri kick to the head. Vinaldi staggers about, and Hart follows with a dropkick that sends Drake to the outside floor.
Vinaldi takes his time on the floor as Hart recuperates in the ring. Drake slides back inside, and the two men lock up. Hart forces Drake into the corner, but Vinaldi turns him around. The referee intervenes, assuring a clean break. Hart lunges forward for a superman punch, but Drake sidesteps and pulls him into a Fujiwara Armbar. Hart wisely rolls forward and escapes, but Drake connects with a kick to the head that jars him. Vinaldi runs off the ropes behind him and charges forward with a torpedo dropkick to the stomach, sending Hart sprawling as he flies through the air and lands on the other side of the ring. Drake screams in anger as the crowd is going nuts. He pulls Hart in and grabs him into a front facelock. Vinaldi lifts him for a suplex of some sort, but Hart blocks it with a knee to the head and counters… Falcon Arrow! Tyler nails the move and hooks the leg, but Vinaldi kicks out. Tyler springs off the middle ropes, looking for a Lionsault, but Drake gets his knees up, and Tyler gets a stomach full of them. He rolls on the mat, holding his stomach, but realizes he needs to get back to his feet. Drake spots Hart recovering in the corner and attempts the Tidal Wave, but Tyler side steps.
Vinaldi amazingly and gracefully lands on the middle ropes, facing away, but Hart dropkicks him in the back, causing Drake to fall off and land on the mat. Tyler goes onto the apron, waiting on Vinaldi to get up. He does, and Hart springs off the top rope, but slips off and smacks his head off the mat. Vinaldi takes advantage and connects with a Killing Blow! Hart is out on his knees, but Drake pulls him to his feet… BACKDROP DRIVAAAAHHHH! Hart is completely unconscious now, lying on his back. Vinaldi decides he isn’t finished and climbs to the top rope. He jumps off… LUNATIC HIGH! He drives both his feet like a dagger into Hart’s heart, or some other emo euphemism. Drake hooks the legs and gets the win!
Winner: Drake Vinaldi via Pinfall at 12:04
Drake gets his hand raised, and Hart isn’t moving. This doesn’t look good… EMTS and security personnel come out to check on him.
Before the match gets started, Richard Storrs, Robert, and Roberto join the commentary table, but only Storrs gets a seat and a headset. He forces Robert to pour glasses of wine for everyone.
Scott The Scoop:
It’s a good thing Darius Falcon isn’t around.
Richard Storrs:
There’s no problem relaxing and taking in the action, wouldn’t you say, Terry?
Terry Martinez:
Sure, whatever. Got anymore wine?
Richard Storrs:
What the- you drank the wine already? You were supposed to savor its flavor…
Terry Martinez:
Sorry, this stuff is like… water to me. I can hold my liquor, boy.
Richard Avalio graciously sips his wine and shows some class as the entrances for the match make their way to the ring…
Match six:
Studio 54 versus Zack Wicked/Will Bauer
Exhibition: Tag Team
Wicked and Bauer argue over who’s gonna start the match, but Taurus and Nexus attack Bauer from behind, leading Wicked to chuckle and go in his corner. Nexus takes over the match from there, putting the boots to Bauer. The referee gets Taurus out of the ring, and Nexus fires a few more kicks to the larger Bauer. He tries to whip Will across the ring, but Bauer reverses. Nexus springs off the middle rope – nice asai moonsault. Bauer gets taken down for two. Nexus tries a headscissors takeover, but Bauer counters into a tiltawhirl side slam.
Richard Storrs:
This caviar really complements the chips. Care for some, Scott?
Scott The Scoop:
No, thanks. I’m allergic.
Richard Storrs:
…You would.
Taurus goes to the top rope and jumps off, but he gets caught with an inverted atomic drop. Bauer whips Trent into the corner and charges, but Taurus gets a foot up to the jaw. Bauer stumbles back and Trent pulls him into the corner before getting on his hands and knees. Nexus runs and jumps off Taurus’ back – Poetry in Motion! Will stumbles out as Zack watches, chuckling from the corner. Nexus and Taurus nail a double Russian Leg Sweep. Trent springs off the middle rope… twisting leg drop! Nexus goes on the apron and springs off the top rope… big splash! He covers, but Bauer kicks out.
Richard Storrs:
Bauer is strong as an ox… and about as intelligent as one, too. He needs an age-old lesson: the pen is mightier than the sword. Solve their transgressions with words.
Scott The Scoop:
That’s not how you handled your fight with Dun – which you lost, I might add.
Richard Storrs:
Watch yourself, Scoop. You’re getting pretty big for your britches. Dun and I have unfinished business, but do the thing these idiots pay you for and call the match.
Wicked seems pretty nonchalant about the match and is content with letting them double team Bauer. Taurus goes back to the corner and gets tagged in as Nexus nails a neckbreaker on Will. Taurus flips off the top for a moonsault, but Bauer gets his knees up, catching Trent in the stomach. Will returns to his feet and charges, nailing a tremendous boot to the head. He walks over to Wicked and slaps him across the face! That’s a legal tag. Zack comes in, focusing the anger he feels for Bauer on Taurus, clubbing him in the back a few times. Wicked whips Trent into the ropes and nails a back bodydrop. Nexus comes into the ring and is promptly taken out by Wicked, throwing him over the top rope. Taurus gets to his feet, and Wicked punches Bauer in the shoulder to “tag him in.” He lifts Taurus to his shoulder and sets up some sort of spinebuster slam, yelling at Bauer to give him a lariat. Bauer bounces off the ropes… and takes out one of Wicked’s legs with a chop block! He rolls out of the ring and walks away, flipping Wicked off as he goes. Zack gets to his feet in time to take a double chop block from Studio 54, taking him down once again. Nexus and Taurus climb opposite corners and flip off simultaneously – double moonsault! They hold the cover to get the victory.
Winners: Studio 54 via Pinfall at 11:55
Studio 54 do a little dance, make a little love, and get down tonight with Veronica…
Richard Storrs:
Studio 54 should learn that there is a difference between enjoying a social status and exposing yourself as a cheap prostitute. And what do you know, I think that’s one accompanying them now…
Match seven:
Tristan Novak © versus Shawn Walsh
Exhibition: Singles; PWW Traditional Championship
The reigning champion has his work cut out for him and then some tonight as he wages war against the former… everything… champion… Shawn Walsh. This man has held more titles than quite possibly anybody in the scene today, and that experience edge will be prominent in determining a victor in this contest. The match is started out slowly, as the two men feel each other out. As this is their first meeting, you can expect a lot of “stop and go” wrestling action. There’s no need for either opponent to stick their neck out with a move on an unfamiliar adversary, and Walsh proves this by using some technical wrestling holds in the early going. He manages to take Novak down with a wristlock and armdrag combination before applying an armlock. Novak wastes no time in getting back to his feet and reversing the pressure of the wristlock before applying a hammerlock. Walsh fires a few elbows to the head before pulling out of the hammerlock and attempting a back suplex. That gets blocked and countered by Novak, who throws Walsh into the mat with a headlock takeover. Tristan keeps the headlock on as he forces Walsh’s shoulders into the mat for two. Shawn is back on his feet with forearms to the side. Novak gets shoved into the ropes and ducks under a leapfrog on his way back. Walsh drops to the mat and monkey flips Tristan over. He rolls through and gets back on his feet. Tristan charges Shawn but gets his legs swept out from under him by the veteran. Walsh makes a cover, but Tristan kicks out quickly and gets back to his feet. A prepared Shawn Walsh lays into him with slaps to the face, stunning Novak. The opening minutes of the match provide tons of action for the fans, who barely have time to applaud one move before witnessing another incredible string of attacks.
A spinning heel kick scores big for Tristan in helping him thwart the momentum of Walsh. He gets another near fall on the renowned grappler. Novak applies a three-quarter facelock, but Shawn is back to his feet in a moment and fires some elbows to the stomach. He tries to run to the ropes, but Tristan is a step ahead, using Shawn’s long hair to pull him into the mat. Novak stomps Walsh’s midsection and lifts him to his feet before blasting him in the head with a forearm. Walsh staggers into the ropes, and Novak charges, clotheslining his opponent over the top. Tristan watches the dazed Shawn lift himself to his feet with aid from the apron before slingshotting over the top rope and nailing a plancha that sends both men to the floor. The crowd cheers the action as Tristan gets to his feet and takes some bows, showing his cocky edge. A couple clubs with his forearms to the back of Shawn Walsh sets up an Irish whip into the steel steps. Tristan plans on using the full advantage of the 20 count as he fires some well placed kicks to the already aching back of his veteran opponent. Novak rolls Walsh inside the ring and makes another cover, but it is once again only two. We’re nearing the halfway point of the fifteen minute time limit, and Scott speculates that Tristan may be taking his time to wear down the clock. Novak parades about the ring, arrogantly firing kicks to Novak’s ribcage and back, but Shawn takes advantage of the underestimation by catching a boot and connecting with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip. He recuperates while Tristan gets back to his feet.
Shawn’s break pays off as he’s now more alert and blocks a few forearm attempts by Novak, nailing shots of his own to his head. Shawn whips Novak into the ropes and nails a leg lariat on his return, getting fired up. Tristan bails out of the ring, motioning that he’s not going back inside, and Shawn grabs hold of the top rope. He slingshots over the top and attempts a plancha, but Novak sidesteps. Shawn lands on his feet, and Tristan snaps off a headscissors on the outside! Walsh pays for attempting the same move Novak nailed earlier on in the contest. Tristan again rolls Walsh inside the ring but this time climbs directly to the top rope. He sets up a high-risk move, but Walsh shoves the referee into the ropes, crotching Novak on the top rope. It was a cheap tactic, but a veteran like Walsh realizes it was also a wise one. He climbs to the middle rope and applies a front facelock on Novak, trying to wear him down. Tristan fires jabs to the midsection of his opponent, but Walsh clubs him overhead with a shot and then climbs to the top rope. He jumps and pulls Tristan off the top with a sick super huracarrana! Walsh is a bit slow to make the cover as his back is hurting him. He gets two and a half before the champion kicks out just in time to protect his title.
Walsh tries to grab Novak’s legs for the Walls of Walsh, but he fires a shot to Shawn’s throat to prevent it and pulls him into an inside cradle for a two count. Novak gets back to his feet and doubles Shawn over with a kick to the stomach. He fires Shawn into the corner and charges, looking for a splash. Walsh sidesteps and Tristan smacks his head off the turnbuckle. Shawn rolls Tristan into a schoolboy and then quickly grabs his legs, contorting him into the Walls of Walsh! The fans go nuts as Shawn applies one of his trademark holds. Novak scrambles, trying to escape, but Shawn brings him back to the center of the ring and really digs his knee in Novak’s back. Tristan manages to claw his way back to the ropes and grab hold, forcing a break. Shawn pulls Tristan to his feet and bodyslams him, driving him on his back again. Walsh realizes his own back isn’t in great shape, but he decides to risk it all by going up top. Shawn leaps off and nails a picture perfect flying elbow on Novak’s throat. It takes a moment, but Shawn hooks the leg after he gathers himself. One… two… thre-NO! Tristan kicks out from the big elbow! Walsh gets to his feet, surprised that Novak kicked out, but he goes to the corner. We’re about eleven minutes into the contest as Walsh waits on Novak to get to his feet. Tristan gets up and turns… X Kick! No! Tristan grabs his foot and spins him around. Stunner! Tristan Novak catches Walsh with a neckbreaker, of all moves, and both men lie on the mat, feeling the toll of the contest…
The referee gives both men a 20 count as they’re on the mat. They reach their feet around the same time and walk to the center of the ring. An exchange of fists leaves Walsh in advantage. He nails a few chops to the chest and whips Novak into the ropes. Shawn attempts a back bodydrop, but Tristan grabs him, trying the Abolition. Walsh blocks it and nails a double leg takedown. He tries to apply a sharpshooter, but Tristan rolls out of it and gets back to his feet. Shawn misses a spinning kick, and Tristan catches him off guard with an enzuigiri kick to the side of the head. Walsh staggers and Tristan nails a sweep kick before running to the ropes and connecting with the Chastise! He hooks the leg, but Walsh is again able to narrowly avoid defeat. We’re about thirteen minutes into the match, and Novak is milking it all. He lets Shawn get to his feet himself and drills him in the head with a forearm shot. Novak attempts a frankensteiner, but Walsh holds on and hooks his legs over Tristan’s shoulders… belly-to-back inverted mat slam! Walsh rolls Novak over… one, two, NO! Tristan kicks out!
Shawn, frustrated, pulls Tristan to his feet and starts chopping the ever lovin’ sh*t out of him. Novak’s chest gets lit up, and Walsh isn’t going to slow down yet. He whips Tristan into the ropes and connects with a back bodydrop. Shawn’s fired up with just a minute left in the contest. Walsh pulls Tristan in and attempts the Breath Stopper, but Novak counters into a backslide, which barely gets two. Walsh swings at Novak, but he ducks under and rolls Shawn into a schoolboy for another two. Tristan slides out of the ring and starts walking away, but Shawn runs after him. The time is dwindling down as these two brawl on the outside. Shawn whips Novak into the apron, and Shawn tries to get him back in the ring, but the bell is sounded.
Result: Time Limit Draw
The fans groan as a result, but neither of these men is willing to give it up. Tristan mule kicks Shawn in the stomach and climbs onto the apron. He springs off the middle rope, looking for an asai moonsault. Shawn sidesteps and fires a huge kick to Tristan’s thigh. That’ll leave a bruise. Shawn pelts Novak with closed fists, which he couldn’t use during the match, and he chases him to the back. They head through the black curtain as they continue to exchange shots. Novak and Walsh are exchanging blows, but Tristan swiftly doubles Walsh over with a kick between the legs. He rests for a moment… until suddenly, he gets blindsided by Alex Michaels with a superkick! The fans cheer as Alex comes into the picture and looks at the fallen Novak, then at Walsh… then at Novak again… and then finally at Walsh as he lunges toward him and the two men start brawling! You can hear the crowd roaring, but security hits the backstage area, prying these two men apart. Novak wants in the mix, and he’s trying to rip through security guards to get to his top two contenders. Suddenly, James Simpson arrives on the scene, as the three men have finally been pulled apart.
James Simpson:
YOU THREE WANT TO RUIN MY SHOW!? THAT’S IT! Next week… You three… one match, for the title! You want to get your hands on each other so bad? Well, if you are, I’m gonna at least make some damn money off it! Now go to your locker rooms and think about what you’ve done! Hmmph!
Simpson walks away, thinking he solved something, but the three go back to trying to tear into each other…
Main Event:
Lance Van Leer/Daniel Shine versus Rob Cavallo/Bruce Bishop
Exhibition: Tag Team
Daniel Shine and Robbie C get things rolling in our main event of the evening. A lock up allows Shine to lock Cavallo in a wristlock. Cavallo rolls through and applies his own wristlock on Shine. Dan grabs him and nails a back heel trip takedown and applies a keylock. Cavallo quickly gets back to his feet and out of the arm lock. He fires a few kicks to Shine’s legs, but Dan connects with a stiff European Uppercut that dazes Rob. Dan follows with a pair of chops to the chest, and LVL is seemingly enjoying Shine tear into Rob, though I’m sure he wishes he were the one inflicting the punishment instead of Shine. Shine whips Cavallo into the corner, but the agile grappler runs up the turnbuckles and backflips over Shine, showing his impressive athleticism. Shine turns around and takes a leg lariat, sending him into the mat. Cavallo jumps on Shine and drills him with a few forearms, but Dan gets to the ropes, forcing Cavallo off him. Rob screams at Shine to get up, and LVL gets in the ring, nailing Rob with a clothesline from behind. Bishop tries to come in the ring to help him, but the referee intervenes. LVL kicks Cavallo’s back a few times before going back to his corner. Shine follows up with a few shots to the back and then nails a snap Shineplex, working on Rob’s lower back even more.
Shine makes the cover, placing a forearm in the side of Cavallo’s face as he does, but Rob is easily able to kick out. Dan whips Cavallo into the corner and tries to charge him for a clothesline, but Rob lifts a foot up, catching Shine in the face and sending him into the mat. Dan tags into LVL at the same time as Cavallo tags into Bishop, and the two big men come into the match. LVL and Bishop exchange blows, with Bruce Almighty getting the advantage. Bishop whips LVL into the ropes and attempts a big boot, but Van Leer ducks under and rebounds off the opposite set of ropes with a flying clothesline, sending Bruce into the mat. Van Leer runs off the ropes and connects with a big knee drop to the head before making a cover, barely getting two. Bishop returns to his feet despite shots from Van Leer and he grabs Lance around the throat with both hands. Bishop lifts the World Champ into the air, preparing to choke bomb him, but Shine slides into the ring and grabs Bruce around the waist. Shine German Shineplexes Bishop so hard that Bruce tosses LVL overhead as a result with a Crackerjack!
Shine goes over to apologize to his partner, but Cavallo has seen enough, climbing to the top rope. Shine is unable to defend a missile dropkick from Cavallo, and Rockin’ Rob helps his team take control of the momentum once again. IT’S BONZO GONZO, FOLKS! LVL is back to his feet, albeit a bit dazed, and Bishop gets to his as well. Bruce doubles LVL over with a kick to the stomach before lifting him to his shoulders into the Endless Agony. Cavallo climbs to the top rope and jumps off LVL’s back as he’s on Bruce’s shoulders… Fall From Valhalla on Shine, and then the Endless Agony on Lance Van Leer! The crowd is going nuts as the big moves are being brought in early. Komodo appears at ringside and rolls LVL, the legal man, out of the ring. He consoles him as Shine is fed to the wolves. Bishop pulls Shine to his feet and hoists him onto his shoulders, preparing an Endless Agony, but Dan miraculously gouges Bruce’s eyes to escape in the nick of time.
Shine slips off Bishop’s shoulders and nails a Shineplex on Steroids! The crowd cheers Dan, despite his demeanor, as that’s an impressive feat on a man Bruce’s size. Dan is exhausted, but he tries to pull himself to his feet. Cavallo grabs Shine and doubles him over. Rob underhooks one of Shine’s arms and places his leg on the back of his head before leaping into the air and nailing a modified Rocker Dropper! Cavallo gets to his feet, feeling good about himself, before being torn in half by a Van Leer Spear! Lance grins maliciously and folds Cavallo into a pin, but Bruce breaks it up just in time! Bishop pulls Van Leer to his feet, and the two big men are once again slugging it out. LVL gets an advantage after a few forearms daze the bald-headed Bishop of Blood. Van Leer runs to the ropes and returns, seeking an attack, but he instead gets caught with a big boot. Dan is back to his feet and on Cavallo, driving forearms into his head from a mounted position.
Bruce throws Shine off his teammate and hoists him into the air with a gorilla press. The fans cheer as Bruce gorilla presses Dan and throws him over the top rope, sending him crashing to the floor on the outside. Cavallo gets to his feet and climbs to the top rope as Bruce lifts LVL to his feet. He attempts a Bishop Bomb, but LVL counters with a low blow, which the referee unfortunately misses due to the chaotic nature of this tag match. Van Leer shoves Bruce into the ropes, crotching Cavallo while he’s perched on the top rope. Lance shoves Bishop aside and climbs to the top rope, grabbing Cavallo. After a few clubbing shots, Van Leer superplexes Rob back to the center of the ring! LVL gets back to his feet and the referee can’t keep track of who’s legal and not. Shine slides back in the ring and grabs Bruce from behind… German Shineplex! He holds the move and pulls Bruce up for a second Shineplex. Dan lifts Bruce for a third but instead shoves him into Van Leer, who nails a Van Leer Spear! Cavallo is back to his feet, and he takes Lance out with a huge flying dropkick that sends the World Champion out of the ring. Lance is dazed and can’t defend himself as Cavallo runs, cartwheels, and flips over the top rope with a Space Flying Tiger Drop! Both men are down on the outside as Shine grabs Bruce into a dragon sleeper. He tries to apply the Beast Choker all the way, but Bruce uses his long legs to reach the ropes and force a break.
Dan is incredulous of Bruce’s amazing stamina, but he goes back to work, stomping Bishop. LVL and Cavallo are meanwhile brawling on the outside, with Rob getting the best of Van Leer. Cavallo whips Lance into the guardrail and connects with a huge leg lariat that rocks the champ. The referee yells at Lance to get back in the ring, seeing as how he’s apparently the legal man. Cavallo sets a chair up, looking for a chair-assisted leg lariat on Van Leer this time, but Lance pulls the chair out from under him, causing Cavallo to slip and fall to the floor. Lance grabs Rob and drives him face-first into the steel ring steps before sliding back inside. LVL takes over Bishop as Dan returns to his corner. Van Leer grabs Bruce, preparing to kill him with a spike piledriver. Dan goes to the top rope, ready to jump off now, but Cavallo is back to his feet, and he crotches Shine! The crowd cheers as Bruce nails a back bodydrop and waits on LVL to get up. Van Leer gets back to his feet… LARIATOOOO~! The referee tries to get Shine and Cavallo out of the ring, which gives Komodo ample time to slide a steel chain inside the squared circle.
Jack jumps on the apron, distracting Big Bruce as he tries to make a pin. Bishop grabs Komodo on the apron and prepares to hit him, but LVL catches Bruce off guard with a low blow from behind. Lance is weary, but he grabs the chain and wraps it tightly around his fist. Cavallo is trying to get in the ring to save Bruce, but Shine takes him out with a Roaring Elbow. Dan rolls the incapacitated Cavallo out of the ring as LVL busts Bruce wide open with a shot from the chain. He tosses it out of the ring and hooks both legs as the referee makes the count, awarding the victory to the very crafty team of Shine and Van Leer…
Winners: Lance Van Leer and Daniel Shine via Pinfall at 17:22
The Champion and his partner celebrate with Komodo after this war. They head to the back, where they’re met by Studio 54. The five men prepare to depart on a night on the town…
DCU Center - Worcester, Massachusetts - 15,000
[05.10.07]
As the television sets of millions become alit with images of violence and gore, we know it’s time for everybody’s favorite wrestling program: War. Going directly to the Boss’ Office, the HQ of James Simpson, we’re getting things started off with a bang.
James Simpson:
It has come to my attention that a lot of people are unhappy with the way I do things here at Pro Wrestling Warriors. Well, I have two words for my detractors…
…Tough cookies. You don’t like your boss? What else is new? Frankly, I come up with policies to assure things run smoothly around here, and if you don’t give me the common decency of following through with the rules, wrestling in the matches I book you in, or even showing up at the arena, then you can be assured punishment will be swift, punishment will be stern, and punishment will be severe. You see, over the last few months, I’ve put up with the likes of wrestlers filtering in from Hybrid Championship Wrestling and other promotions, looking for employment opportunities, but when it comes time to put the money where their mouth is, they never seem to deliver. Best. Tag Team. Ever., Adam Hurst, Craig Jones, I’m looking at you… All of you have been given numerous opportunities, and you’ve failed to collect. In fact, I dare say you’ve been disgraces to the wrestling industry and Pro Wrestling Warriors, specifically.
Starting tonight, we’re going to see a new side of Pro Wrestling Warriors. We’re going to see what has been promised from day one, and that’s the greatest wrestlers on earth competing in one promotion, where they won’t be bound by politics and bull crap. Tonight marks the entryway to the Promised Land, my friends, and I will be the pastor for the sheep of Pro Wrestling Warriors, guiding you to heaven.
Now, let’s get down to business. Michael Simons… it seems you’ve done nothing but bitch and moan since you came to Pro Wrestling Warriors. You take the simplest request and complain about it incessantly. You want to start a battle against this so-called “Entertainment Establishment” that you and your conspiracy theorists are always whining about? That’s fine and dandy, but to start something, you’re going to have to actually WRESTLE. Now, you may not be in the arena tonight, but that doesn’t stop me from booking you in a match for next week. That’s why next week we’re going to see Michael Simons versus Seth Sinister in a hardcore match. You want to take out the guys who are just a little eccentric, a little crazy, a little WEIRD? Well, I can’t think of a better way to do it than with no rules, no boundaries, and certainly no excuses. So get your ass in the arena… or hell, don’t for all I care, because falls will count anywhere in the zip code.
Simpson sighs, shuffling through some papers on his desk.
James Simpson:
It’s come to my attention that tonight is possibly Tyler Hart’s last match in Pro Wrestling Warriors, and as such, I expect a pretty memorable fight between Drake Vinaldi and himself tonight before Hart heads out for an overseas tour of Japan. I wish Tyler the best of luck tonight and in his future endeavors. But onto more pertinent things pertaining to PWW’s future. Tonight, a match was scheduled between Roberto Rodriguez and Spike Angel, but unfortunately, it cannot take place…
The camera zooms out to reveal Spike Angel sitting in a chair, rather solemn and quiet, as James Simpson glares at him from behind his desk.
James Simpson:
Spike Angel told me about ten minutes before going on the air that he’s decided to give up wrestling – He realizes it isn’t for him. Well, I hope the line at the unemployment office is nice and short for you, Spike.
Suddenly, the door to Simpson’s office swings open, as an enraged Roberto Rodriguez, holding a bag of oranges, storms in. He isn’t a happy camper.
Roberto Rodriguez:
¡A la Ching*da!
Rodriguez hurls the oranges at Simpson, who ducks under. The oranges crash through the window, causing glass to shatter everywhere. Simpson’s face turns beet red with anger as he stands from his desk, yelling at Rodriguez, who screams back in Spanish.
James Simpson:
YOU STUPID BASTARD! THAT’S COMING OUT OF YOUR PAYCHECK! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!
Roberto Rodriguez:
¡Mi familia! ¡Necesitamos dinero, jefe!
Simpson points a finger to the door, and Rodriguez, in rage, lunges at Spike Angel. The two men begin exchanging fists. Angel manages to knee Rodriguez in the stomach and shoves him into the door, causing it to fly open. Rodriguez lands in the hallway and gets back to his feet. He and Angel start brawling through the corridors. Carl Tuckerson is walking by and ends up getting caught in the middle. He shrieks like a girl and runs away, throwing papers all over the place. Rodriguez hip tosses Spike onto a nearby concession stand, smashing tons of deserts and pastries. Angel gets up, cake smeared on his ass, and grabs Rodriguez. He boots him in the stomach and Irish whips him into the exit door, sending Roberto out into the parking lot. The cameraman runs to keep up as the two men are exchanging fists. Roberto fires a few punches to Spike’s head, causing him to stagger off. As he stumbles into the street, a car, going way over the speed limit, hits him, causing Angel to flip and land on his neck! A fat Samoan man from inside the vehicle yells “I DID IT FOR THE ROCK!” before speeding off. Rodriguez runs over, checking on Angel.
Roberto Rodriguez:
!DIOS MÍO! ¡AMBULANCIA! ¡AMBULANCIA!
The cameraman breathes heavily as we cut to ringside, where Scott The Scoop, Terry Martinez, and Richard Avalio share the same look of astonishment on their faces.
Scott The Scoop:
I… really don’t know what to say right now.
Terry Martinez:
Well, at least nobody important got hurt.
Richard Avalio:
Yeah… yeah.
Match one:
TJ Williams versus Alex Michaels
Exhibition: Singles
The former Traditional Champion gets quite a workout against newcomer TJ Williams. The “Blue Chipper” has yet to get a victory in PWW tonight, but he isn’t going to let his past track record get in the way of his future success. His stock is going up, or so he claims, and he starts out the match aggressively, going after Michaels. His aggression gets the best of him, as after a pretty impressive technical exchange, Alex connects with a nice t-bone suplex out of nowhere that jars Williams and causes him to dive to the outside for a break to clear the cobwebs. Once inside the ring, Williams goes back to work on Michaels, focusing on the neck. He gets a near fall after a modified neckbreaker that causes some fans to stand on their feet, expecting an upset. Williams tries to follow with a side headlock, but Michaels battles back to a vertical base and drives Williams into the mat with a back suplex. He makes the cover, but TJ easily avoids defeat. Alex and TJ exchange forearms and chops on their feet, with Alex getting the advantage until Williams blasts him in the face with a European Uppercut.
A uranage backbreaker finds its mark, and Williams picks up a two and a half on Michaels. TJ lifts Alex to his feet, preparing a Bottom of the Barrel, but it gets countered with elbows and a quick DDT by Alex. Michaels climbs to the top rope, preparing a moonsault, but he gets cut off. Williams climbs the other side and sets up his finishing move, the Stock Market Crash, but a flurry of forearms and fists cuts off his momentum. Alex connects with a super back bodydrop, sending the young TJ Williams all the way to the mat. Williams holds his back as he gets to his feet. He turns around as Alex flips off, moonsaulting onto Williams with a weird crossbody. He gets a two, and Alex is shocked at TJ’s resiliency. Michaels sets up a superkick, but it gets caught, and TJ spins Alex into a leg sweep DDT! TJ picks up another near fall, and he seems to be getting upset over this. Distraught as he may be, Williams stays on the former Traditional Champion, making him pay for his perseverance. After a few stomps and kicks, Williams tries a suplex, but Michaels flips over and lands on his feet. TJ turns around and grabs him around the waist, trying to suplex him, but Michaels fires a few elbows. Alex charges Williams, who ducks a clothesline attempt, causing Michaels to wind up in the corner. Williams charges, and Alex lifts his legs, wrapping them around Williams’ shoulders. He pins TJ to the mat so suddenly he can’t think to kick out, giving Alex a victory out of the blue.
Winner: Alex Michaels via Pinfall at 9:13
Michaels slides out of the ring and gets his arm raised as an irate TJ Williams uncharacteristically throws a tantrum in the ring, obviously fed up with getting another loss added to his record.
Match two:
Roderick Brookes versus AJ Cross
Exhibition: Singles
AJ Cross clearly didn’t prepare at all for tonight’s match, as he seems to be taking Roderick lightly. Regardless of having a victory over Brookes before, Cross barely gets any offense in for the opening moment of the match, as Roderick lays into him with stiff kicks, chops, and fists, just bludgeoning and bruising poor AJ and proving a point to everybody in the locker room. Roderick whips Cross into the corner and charges, but AJ gets his feet up, his first offensive move of the night. Cross manages to keep the offensive train going, nailing a few quick arm drags and dropkicks on Roderick, before he gets thrown into the mat with a vicious overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Brookes decides it’s time to stop messing around and nails a stiff yakuza kick that knocks AJ loopy. Brookes follows up by whipping Cross into the corner and kneeing him in the head. AJ staggers into a fireman’s carry. Roderick spins him around a few times with the airplane spin before viciously kneeing him in the face, forcing him to Wake The F*ck Up! I’m not sure if even PWW’s esteemed EMTs can wake AJ up now, as he’s in la-la land. Brookes picks up the relatively easy victory.
Winner: Roderick Brookes via Pinfall at 7:58
Brookes chuckles callously as he leaves the ring, and poor AJ takes a while before getting to his feet. What? Wait… Roderick grabs a chair at ringside. He slides back inside… BAM! That wasn’t Emeril Lagasse, folks. Brookes just smacked the steel chair over AJ’s head, busting him wide open. As opposed to narrow open? The fans boo as Brookes sets the chair up in the middle of the ring, as if he’s about to sit on it. Roderick lifts AJ to his shoulders, into the fireman’s carry again. Brookes stands at the side of the steel chair… and then throws AJ forward with ease, causing his forehead to crack off the top of the back of the steel chair! Cross falls to the mat, unconscious, and Brookes wipes the blood that spattered on him across his chest, grinning malignantly. He grabs a microphone from ringside as EMTs cautiously head to the ring to get AJ out of there.
Roderick Brookes:
Ya don't f*ckin' listen do ya, Cross? I am cancer. I am disease. And I am f*ckin' sure to put you in a hospital.
Brookes ends his brief bit of dialogue with a strange laugh before tossing the mic down and leaving the ring to the sounds of Lordi.
Match three:
Brett Stokes versus Adam Priest
Exhibition: Singles
This one is started quickly, as the two men exchange chops. Priest pulls Stokes into a headlock, but Brett sends him into the ropes and nails a shoulderblock. Stokes gets taken down with a drop toehold. Priest floats over but finds himself on the receiving end of a slap from Brett, following with an armdrag. Adam gets to his feet quickly and connects with an armdrag of his own. The two men meet in the center of the ring again with a lock up as the crowd gets riled up, cheering them on. Priest forces Stokes into the corner, but Brett fires a few forearms to his face and grabs him into a front facelock. Priest takes Brett over with a Northern Lights Suplex for two. Stokes catches Priest off guard with a victory roll for two. The two men exchange more chops, and the crowd really gets behind this fast-paced contest. A big forearm from Priest sends Stokes into the ropes, but as Adam tries to advance, Brett sends him over the top rope. After Adam crashes on the floor and gets to his feet, Brett dives through the ropes with a suicide dive!
Maria helps Brett fix his hair after the move, and Stokes fires a few forearms and elbows to the back of Adam’s head. Stokes backs off a bit before charging Priest, but Adam back bodydrops Stokes into the front row, causing him to crash onto half a dozen chairs. The fans in the area go wild as security tries to hold them back. Brett lies in the wreckage, dazed as Adam goes back inside the ring. Brett slowly gets to his feet, and Adam watches him carefully. He runs to the opposite set of ropes and jumps off the top rope as he returns… SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA SUICIDA! Priest wipes Stokes out in the crowd! The crowd goes insane as chants of PWW fill the DCU Center. Once back in the ring, a cover by Priest gets a near fall. Adam stays on Stokes with a few maneuvers. A snapping huracarrana scores another near fall for the religious zealot. Stokes manages to counter another huracarrana attempt with a folding powerbomb, getting a two count himself.
Priest takes Brett down with a wheel kick and climbs to the top rope for a high-risk maneuver. Stokes cuts him off and attempts a super back suplex, but Adam is able to block it with some elbows. Brett falls into position, and Priest attempts the Leap of Faith. Stokes moves out of the way, and Adam, needless to say, crash and burns. Brett grabs Priest from behind, trying to finish things here, but Adam counters into a victory roll for another near fall. Priest swings wildly at Stokes, hoping to connect, but Brett ducks under and nails a kick to the abdomen. Brett drops Priest face-first with a rocker dropper and wastes little time in making sure Adam Priest gets STOKED~! He holds the position to gain a “W”.
Winner: Brett Stokes via Pinfall at 12:40
After Stokes’ celebration with Maria, we cut to the back, where Richard Storrs is standing next to Roberto Rodriguez. Also in the scene is Robert, who is standing behind Storrs, out of his view, chuckling at the mess. Spike Angel gets carted away on the stretcher and into an ambulance.
Richard Storrs:
I can’t fathom why you’ve gotten yourself in such a mess. What were you possibly thinking?
Robert continues to chuckle in the background as Roberto seems ashamed of his actions. The three men try to cross the street, but a woman driving an expensive foreign vehicle, with no headlights on, going seventy miles per hour in a thirty-five, comes to a screeching halt, narrowly avoiding the three men. Richard Storrs snaps into a fit of rage.
Richard Storrs:
You ignorant c*nt! I could buy and sell your ass!
Woman:
…That’s hot.
The woman speeds off, leaving a flustered Storrs to turn to Roberto and say…
Richard Storrs:
I guess it could happen to anyone. The important thing is that nobody was hurt.
Robert, upset now that Storrs seems content with Roberto, speaks up.
Robert:
But, sir-
Richard Storrs:
NOBODY WAS HURT! Come on, Roberto. Do you like caviar?
The two men walk off, leaving a saddened Robert to trail behind, following them…
Match four:
Victor Scott versus Dun
Exhibition: Singles
Scott is well prepared, as usual, to face the man in whose side he’s recently been a thorn. Wow, that’s a really awkward way to phrase that sentence, amirite? Dun goes to work on Scott’s arm in the early going. Not sure what he’s trying to do there. He applies a wristlock that Scott gets out of by rolling on the mat and then taking Dun down with him via drop toehold. He applies a front facelock and wrenches it on tight. Dun gets to his feet and forces Scott into the corner, but Victor nails a few clubbing blows to the back. The referee tries to separate them, and when Scott goes to poke Dun in the eye, Dun is ready to avoid it and step out of the way. Scott and Dun lock up again. Dun takes Scott down with a deep armdrag and applies another armlock, and this time Scott battles back to his feet before applying a hammerlock. He tries to grab Dun with a fish hook in the mouth, but Dun quickly tucks his chin down and wraps his arms around Scott, pulling him in closely for a saito suplex, driving Victor’s head into the canvas. Dun makes the cover, but Scott kicks out and slides out of the ring, a bit surprised.
Dun has all of Scott’s ploys scouted tonight, and Victor isn’t very happy about it. He slides back inside, realizing Dun isn’t going to leave the ring and that he can get disqualified on the floor. Scott and Dun lock up again, but this time Victor does catch him off guard with a knee to the stomach and follows it up with a few forearms to the head. He whips Dun into the ropes and sets up a back bodydrop. Dun scouts that as well and grabs Scott into a vicious DDT, planting him on the mat. The fans cheer as Dun makes another cover, but Scott is again able to kick out. Dun stays on the aggressive, using a few armdrags to keep Scott on the mat, but Victor eventually strikes with a jab to the throat, cutting off Dun’s momentum. A knee to the stomach and a DDT later, and Scott has gained control of the mat.
Two count as Victor makes a pin attempt. He applies a front facelock and brings Dun all the way down to the mat. Inside the hold, Scott uses his fingers and rubs them in the eye sockets of Dun. The referee catches it and forces Scott to get off Dun. Scott wisely rolls Dun onto his back and places a foot on his throat as he argues with the referee. Dun isn’t the only one who’s caught up to Scott’s tricks, as he realizes this instantly and forces Scott off Dun’s throat. Scott fires a few forearms to the face of Dun and lifts him back to his feet. He whips him into the corner and charges with a powerful clothesline, crushing Dun between the corner and Scott’s weight. Victor pulls Dun out and bodyslams him in the center of the ring. He places a hand around his throat, blatantly choking him. The referee counts to four before Scott releases and switches hands. The referee counts him down again, and this time Scott moves in to bite Dun’s head, but Dun is ready, grabbing Scott into an inside cradle – He got him! Dun gets the quick victory!
Winner: Dun via Pinfall at 11:22
Dun slides out of the ring, almost beaming as he’s beaten Victor Scott. The referee raises his hand, and a visibly angry Victor Scott challenges Dun to enter the ring again, wanting to prove he can beat him. Dun just laughs and walks it off, leaving his foe behind…
We go backstage afterward, where TJ Williams is talking on his cellphone to somebody. He’s complaining about how his match went, when Brett Stokes walks by with Maria. Maria is playfully teasing Stokes’ hair, and she’s quite loud as they celebrate Brett’s big win tonight. Williams closes his cellphone and taps Stokes on the shoulder. He turns around.
TJ Williams:
Is all that hair spray going to your eyes, Brett? I was on a very important phone call. That’s the one thing you’ll never comprehend. You understand one element of business – one – IMAGE. But you don’t know what’s necessary to be successful. You can wear the flashy, designer clothes, do your hair in ways most straight women don’t even know exist, and strum on your guitar all day long, but your stock is stagnant, my friend.
Stokes turns to Maria, and they both pause for a second… before laughing obnoxiously. Williams takes offense, but Stokes pats him on the shoulder.
Brett Stokes:
The day you give me tips on how to be successful is the day Paris Hilton gives me advice on how to drive. Listen, TJ, you may be new around here, so I’ll fill you in. This is how things wo-
Maria interrupts her client.
Maria Rounds:
Listen up, you lazy piece of trash! You may think you’re hot sh*t because you got lucky on the stock market, but I know that’s the ONLY place you’ve ever gotten lucky looking like that. And another thing!—
Brett Stokes:
Down, honey.
Stokes soothes Maria, who gives him an “I’m sorry” look.
Brett Stokes:
Teej, Tea Jay, whatever you want to be called – it really doesn’t matter. You talk about business savvy and intellect, but it doesn’t take an expert statistician to figure out having a perfect loss record isn’t going to get you anywhere in this business.
Williams lunges at Stokes, pulling on his hair, and the two men start brawling. It’s UTTER CHAOS! Maria jumps on TJ’s back, but security are hot on the scene, separating the two men.
TJ Williams:
You want to survive in the Bull Market?! You’re about to get the horns! After I kick your ass, I won’t be the one needing any fashion tips!
Security dude:
…That was lame.
TJ Williams:
SHUT UP!
We cut back to ringside…
Match five:
Tyler Hart versus Drake Vinaldi
Exhibition: Pure Rules
Hart slides inside the ring, and Vinaldi immediately goes after him. Hart tries to take Vinaldi down, but Drake pulls him into a guillotine choke. Hart pulls his head out instantly and ends up on top of Drake, who has a full guard on. Tyler rains down with forearms from above. Vinaldi manages to throw Hart onto the mat with a weird monkey flip and gets back to his feet. Hart realizes he’s in trouble now that he’s standing, but takes it right to Drake, firing a few quick kicks. Vinaldi smirks and nearly takes Hart’s leg off with a vicious kick to the thigh. Hart nearly buckles under the pressure, but he has to brace himself for two more. Drake rolls forward and smacks Hart in the face with a kappou kick, sending him flipping into the turnbuckle, presumably dead. Drake gets a huge round of cheers from the crowd as he lifts Hart to his feet and whips him into the corner. Vinaldi charges, scraping Tyler’s face with a yakuza kick. He claps his hands together as the crowd gets behind him again. Vinaldi goes for the move again, but this time Hart moves out of the way, causing Vinaldi to miss and kick the pad. Drake isn’t hurt, but he is alarmed as he turns around and gets caught with an enzuigiri kick to the head. Vinaldi staggers about, and Hart follows with a dropkick that sends Drake to the outside floor.
Vinaldi takes his time on the floor as Hart recuperates in the ring. Drake slides back inside, and the two men lock up. Hart forces Drake into the corner, but Vinaldi turns him around. The referee intervenes, assuring a clean break. Hart lunges forward for a superman punch, but Drake sidesteps and pulls him into a Fujiwara Armbar. Hart wisely rolls forward and escapes, but Drake connects with a kick to the head that jars him. Vinaldi runs off the ropes behind him and charges forward with a torpedo dropkick to the stomach, sending Hart sprawling as he flies through the air and lands on the other side of the ring. Drake screams in anger as the crowd is going nuts. He pulls Hart in and grabs him into a front facelock. Vinaldi lifts him for a suplex of some sort, but Hart blocks it with a knee to the head and counters… Falcon Arrow! Tyler nails the move and hooks the leg, but Vinaldi kicks out. Tyler springs off the middle ropes, looking for a Lionsault, but Drake gets his knees up, and Tyler gets a stomach full of them. He rolls on the mat, holding his stomach, but realizes he needs to get back to his feet. Drake spots Hart recovering in the corner and attempts the Tidal Wave, but Tyler side steps.
Vinaldi amazingly and gracefully lands on the middle ropes, facing away, but Hart dropkicks him in the back, causing Drake to fall off and land on the mat. Tyler goes onto the apron, waiting on Vinaldi to get up. He does, and Hart springs off the top rope, but slips off and smacks his head off the mat. Vinaldi takes advantage and connects with a Killing Blow! Hart is out on his knees, but Drake pulls him to his feet… BACKDROP DRIVAAAAHHHH! Hart is completely unconscious now, lying on his back. Vinaldi decides he isn’t finished and climbs to the top rope. He jumps off… LUNATIC HIGH! He drives both his feet like a dagger into Hart’s heart, or some other emo euphemism. Drake hooks the legs and gets the win!
Winner: Drake Vinaldi via Pinfall at 12:04
Drake gets his hand raised, and Hart isn’t moving. This doesn’t look good… EMTS and security personnel come out to check on him.
Before the match gets started, Richard Storrs, Robert, and Roberto join the commentary table, but only Storrs gets a seat and a headset. He forces Robert to pour glasses of wine for everyone.
Scott The Scoop:
It’s a good thing Darius Falcon isn’t around.
Richard Storrs:
There’s no problem relaxing and taking in the action, wouldn’t you say, Terry?
Terry Martinez:
Sure, whatever. Got anymore wine?
Richard Storrs:
What the- you drank the wine already? You were supposed to savor its flavor…
Terry Martinez:
Sorry, this stuff is like… water to me. I can hold my liquor, boy.
Richard Avalio graciously sips his wine and shows some class as the entrances for the match make their way to the ring…
Match six:
Studio 54 versus Zack Wicked/Will Bauer
Exhibition: Tag Team
Wicked and Bauer argue over who’s gonna start the match, but Taurus and Nexus attack Bauer from behind, leading Wicked to chuckle and go in his corner. Nexus takes over the match from there, putting the boots to Bauer. The referee gets Taurus out of the ring, and Nexus fires a few more kicks to the larger Bauer. He tries to whip Will across the ring, but Bauer reverses. Nexus springs off the middle rope – nice asai moonsault. Bauer gets taken down for two. Nexus tries a headscissors takeover, but Bauer counters into a tiltawhirl side slam.
Richard Storrs:
This caviar really complements the chips. Care for some, Scott?
Scott The Scoop:
No, thanks. I’m allergic.
Richard Storrs:
…You would.
Taurus goes to the top rope and jumps off, but he gets caught with an inverted atomic drop. Bauer whips Trent into the corner and charges, but Taurus gets a foot up to the jaw. Bauer stumbles back and Trent pulls him into the corner before getting on his hands and knees. Nexus runs and jumps off Taurus’ back – Poetry in Motion! Will stumbles out as Zack watches, chuckling from the corner. Nexus and Taurus nail a double Russian Leg Sweep. Trent springs off the middle rope… twisting leg drop! Nexus goes on the apron and springs off the top rope… big splash! He covers, but Bauer kicks out.
Richard Storrs:
Bauer is strong as an ox… and about as intelligent as one, too. He needs an age-old lesson: the pen is mightier than the sword. Solve their transgressions with words.
Scott The Scoop:
That’s not how you handled your fight with Dun – which you lost, I might add.
Richard Storrs:
Watch yourself, Scoop. You’re getting pretty big for your britches. Dun and I have unfinished business, but do the thing these idiots pay you for and call the match.
Wicked seems pretty nonchalant about the match and is content with letting them double team Bauer. Taurus goes back to the corner and gets tagged in as Nexus nails a neckbreaker on Will. Taurus flips off the top for a moonsault, but Bauer gets his knees up, catching Trent in the stomach. Will returns to his feet and charges, nailing a tremendous boot to the head. He walks over to Wicked and slaps him across the face! That’s a legal tag. Zack comes in, focusing the anger he feels for Bauer on Taurus, clubbing him in the back a few times. Wicked whips Trent into the ropes and nails a back bodydrop. Nexus comes into the ring and is promptly taken out by Wicked, throwing him over the top rope. Taurus gets to his feet, and Wicked punches Bauer in the shoulder to “tag him in.” He lifts Taurus to his shoulder and sets up some sort of spinebuster slam, yelling at Bauer to give him a lariat. Bauer bounces off the ropes… and takes out one of Wicked’s legs with a chop block! He rolls out of the ring and walks away, flipping Wicked off as he goes. Zack gets to his feet in time to take a double chop block from Studio 54, taking him down once again. Nexus and Taurus climb opposite corners and flip off simultaneously – double moonsault! They hold the cover to get the victory.
Winners: Studio 54 via Pinfall at 11:55
Studio 54 do a little dance, make a little love, and get down tonight with Veronica…
Richard Storrs:
Studio 54 should learn that there is a difference between enjoying a social status and exposing yourself as a cheap prostitute. And what do you know, I think that’s one accompanying them now…
Match seven:
Tristan Novak © versus Shawn Walsh
Exhibition: Singles; PWW Traditional Championship
The reigning champion has his work cut out for him and then some tonight as he wages war against the former… everything… champion… Shawn Walsh. This man has held more titles than quite possibly anybody in the scene today, and that experience edge will be prominent in determining a victor in this contest. The match is started out slowly, as the two men feel each other out. As this is their first meeting, you can expect a lot of “stop and go” wrestling action. There’s no need for either opponent to stick their neck out with a move on an unfamiliar adversary, and Walsh proves this by using some technical wrestling holds in the early going. He manages to take Novak down with a wristlock and armdrag combination before applying an armlock. Novak wastes no time in getting back to his feet and reversing the pressure of the wristlock before applying a hammerlock. Walsh fires a few elbows to the head before pulling out of the hammerlock and attempting a back suplex. That gets blocked and countered by Novak, who throws Walsh into the mat with a headlock takeover. Tristan keeps the headlock on as he forces Walsh’s shoulders into the mat for two. Shawn is back on his feet with forearms to the side. Novak gets shoved into the ropes and ducks under a leapfrog on his way back. Walsh drops to the mat and monkey flips Tristan over. He rolls through and gets back on his feet. Tristan charges Shawn but gets his legs swept out from under him by the veteran. Walsh makes a cover, but Tristan kicks out quickly and gets back to his feet. A prepared Shawn Walsh lays into him with slaps to the face, stunning Novak. The opening minutes of the match provide tons of action for the fans, who barely have time to applaud one move before witnessing another incredible string of attacks.
A spinning heel kick scores big for Tristan in helping him thwart the momentum of Walsh. He gets another near fall on the renowned grappler. Novak applies a three-quarter facelock, but Shawn is back to his feet in a moment and fires some elbows to the stomach. He tries to run to the ropes, but Tristan is a step ahead, using Shawn’s long hair to pull him into the mat. Novak stomps Walsh’s midsection and lifts him to his feet before blasting him in the head with a forearm. Walsh staggers into the ropes, and Novak charges, clotheslining his opponent over the top. Tristan watches the dazed Shawn lift himself to his feet with aid from the apron before slingshotting over the top rope and nailing a plancha that sends both men to the floor. The crowd cheers the action as Tristan gets to his feet and takes some bows, showing his cocky edge. A couple clubs with his forearms to the back of Shawn Walsh sets up an Irish whip into the steel steps. Tristan plans on using the full advantage of the 20 count as he fires some well placed kicks to the already aching back of his veteran opponent. Novak rolls Walsh inside the ring and makes another cover, but it is once again only two. We’re nearing the halfway point of the fifteen minute time limit, and Scott speculates that Tristan may be taking his time to wear down the clock. Novak parades about the ring, arrogantly firing kicks to Novak’s ribcage and back, but Shawn takes advantage of the underestimation by catching a boot and connecting with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip. He recuperates while Tristan gets back to his feet.
Shawn’s break pays off as he’s now more alert and blocks a few forearm attempts by Novak, nailing shots of his own to his head. Shawn whips Novak into the ropes and nails a leg lariat on his return, getting fired up. Tristan bails out of the ring, motioning that he’s not going back inside, and Shawn grabs hold of the top rope. He slingshots over the top and attempts a plancha, but Novak sidesteps. Shawn lands on his feet, and Tristan snaps off a headscissors on the outside! Walsh pays for attempting the same move Novak nailed earlier on in the contest. Tristan again rolls Walsh inside the ring but this time climbs directly to the top rope. He sets up a high-risk move, but Walsh shoves the referee into the ropes, crotching Novak on the top rope. It was a cheap tactic, but a veteran like Walsh realizes it was also a wise one. He climbs to the middle rope and applies a front facelock on Novak, trying to wear him down. Tristan fires jabs to the midsection of his opponent, but Walsh clubs him overhead with a shot and then climbs to the top rope. He jumps and pulls Tristan off the top with a sick super huracarrana! Walsh is a bit slow to make the cover as his back is hurting him. He gets two and a half before the champion kicks out just in time to protect his title.
Walsh tries to grab Novak’s legs for the Walls of Walsh, but he fires a shot to Shawn’s throat to prevent it and pulls him into an inside cradle for a two count. Novak gets back to his feet and doubles Shawn over with a kick to the stomach. He fires Shawn into the corner and charges, looking for a splash. Walsh sidesteps and Tristan smacks his head off the turnbuckle. Shawn rolls Tristan into a schoolboy and then quickly grabs his legs, contorting him into the Walls of Walsh! The fans go nuts as Shawn applies one of his trademark holds. Novak scrambles, trying to escape, but Shawn brings him back to the center of the ring and really digs his knee in Novak’s back. Tristan manages to claw his way back to the ropes and grab hold, forcing a break. Shawn pulls Tristan to his feet and bodyslams him, driving him on his back again. Walsh realizes his own back isn’t in great shape, but he decides to risk it all by going up top. Shawn leaps off and nails a picture perfect flying elbow on Novak’s throat. It takes a moment, but Shawn hooks the leg after he gathers himself. One… two… thre-NO! Tristan kicks out from the big elbow! Walsh gets to his feet, surprised that Novak kicked out, but he goes to the corner. We’re about eleven minutes into the contest as Walsh waits on Novak to get to his feet. Tristan gets up and turns… X Kick! No! Tristan grabs his foot and spins him around. Stunner! Tristan Novak catches Walsh with a neckbreaker, of all moves, and both men lie on the mat, feeling the toll of the contest…
The referee gives both men a 20 count as they’re on the mat. They reach their feet around the same time and walk to the center of the ring. An exchange of fists leaves Walsh in advantage. He nails a few chops to the chest and whips Novak into the ropes. Shawn attempts a back bodydrop, but Tristan grabs him, trying the Abolition. Walsh blocks it and nails a double leg takedown. He tries to apply a sharpshooter, but Tristan rolls out of it and gets back to his feet. Shawn misses a spinning kick, and Tristan catches him off guard with an enzuigiri kick to the side of the head. Walsh staggers and Tristan nails a sweep kick before running to the ropes and connecting with the Chastise! He hooks the leg, but Walsh is again able to narrowly avoid defeat. We’re about thirteen minutes into the match, and Novak is milking it all. He lets Shawn get to his feet himself and drills him in the head with a forearm shot. Novak attempts a frankensteiner, but Walsh holds on and hooks his legs over Tristan’s shoulders… belly-to-back inverted mat slam! Walsh rolls Novak over… one, two, NO! Tristan kicks out!
Shawn, frustrated, pulls Tristan to his feet and starts chopping the ever lovin’ sh*t out of him. Novak’s chest gets lit up, and Walsh isn’t going to slow down yet. He whips Tristan into the ropes and connects with a back bodydrop. Shawn’s fired up with just a minute left in the contest. Walsh pulls Tristan in and attempts the Breath Stopper, but Novak counters into a backslide, which barely gets two. Walsh swings at Novak, but he ducks under and rolls Shawn into a schoolboy for another two. Tristan slides out of the ring and starts walking away, but Shawn runs after him. The time is dwindling down as these two brawl on the outside. Shawn whips Novak into the apron, and Shawn tries to get him back in the ring, but the bell is sounded.
Result: Time Limit Draw
The fans groan as a result, but neither of these men is willing to give it up. Tristan mule kicks Shawn in the stomach and climbs onto the apron. He springs off the middle rope, looking for an asai moonsault. Shawn sidesteps and fires a huge kick to Tristan’s thigh. That’ll leave a bruise. Shawn pelts Novak with closed fists, which he couldn’t use during the match, and he chases him to the back. They head through the black curtain as they continue to exchange shots. Novak and Walsh are exchanging blows, but Tristan swiftly doubles Walsh over with a kick between the legs. He rests for a moment… until suddenly, he gets blindsided by Alex Michaels with a superkick! The fans cheer as Alex comes into the picture and looks at the fallen Novak, then at Walsh… then at Novak again… and then finally at Walsh as he lunges toward him and the two men start brawling! You can hear the crowd roaring, but security hits the backstage area, prying these two men apart. Novak wants in the mix, and he’s trying to rip through security guards to get to his top two contenders. Suddenly, James Simpson arrives on the scene, as the three men have finally been pulled apart.
James Simpson:
YOU THREE WANT TO RUIN MY SHOW!? THAT’S IT! Next week… You three… one match, for the title! You want to get your hands on each other so bad? Well, if you are, I’m gonna at least make some damn money off it! Now go to your locker rooms and think about what you’ve done! Hmmph!
Simpson walks away, thinking he solved something, but the three go back to trying to tear into each other…
Main Event:
Lance Van Leer/Daniel Shine versus Rob Cavallo/Bruce Bishop
Exhibition: Tag Team
Daniel Shine and Robbie C get things rolling in our main event of the evening. A lock up allows Shine to lock Cavallo in a wristlock. Cavallo rolls through and applies his own wristlock on Shine. Dan grabs him and nails a back heel trip takedown and applies a keylock. Cavallo quickly gets back to his feet and out of the arm lock. He fires a few kicks to Shine’s legs, but Dan connects with a stiff European Uppercut that dazes Rob. Dan follows with a pair of chops to the chest, and LVL is seemingly enjoying Shine tear into Rob, though I’m sure he wishes he were the one inflicting the punishment instead of Shine. Shine whips Cavallo into the corner, but the agile grappler runs up the turnbuckles and backflips over Shine, showing his impressive athleticism. Shine turns around and takes a leg lariat, sending him into the mat. Cavallo jumps on Shine and drills him with a few forearms, but Dan gets to the ropes, forcing Cavallo off him. Rob screams at Shine to get up, and LVL gets in the ring, nailing Rob with a clothesline from behind. Bishop tries to come in the ring to help him, but the referee intervenes. LVL kicks Cavallo’s back a few times before going back to his corner. Shine follows up with a few shots to the back and then nails a snap Shineplex, working on Rob’s lower back even more.
Shine makes the cover, placing a forearm in the side of Cavallo’s face as he does, but Rob is easily able to kick out. Dan whips Cavallo into the corner and tries to charge him for a clothesline, but Rob lifts a foot up, catching Shine in the face and sending him into the mat. Dan tags into LVL at the same time as Cavallo tags into Bishop, and the two big men come into the match. LVL and Bishop exchange blows, with Bruce Almighty getting the advantage. Bishop whips LVL into the ropes and attempts a big boot, but Van Leer ducks under and rebounds off the opposite set of ropes with a flying clothesline, sending Bruce into the mat. Van Leer runs off the ropes and connects with a big knee drop to the head before making a cover, barely getting two. Bishop returns to his feet despite shots from Van Leer and he grabs Lance around the throat with both hands. Bishop lifts the World Champ into the air, preparing to choke bomb him, but Shine slides into the ring and grabs Bruce around the waist. Shine German Shineplexes Bishop so hard that Bruce tosses LVL overhead as a result with a Crackerjack!
Shine goes over to apologize to his partner, but Cavallo has seen enough, climbing to the top rope. Shine is unable to defend a missile dropkick from Cavallo, and Rockin’ Rob helps his team take control of the momentum once again. IT’S BONZO GONZO, FOLKS! LVL is back to his feet, albeit a bit dazed, and Bishop gets to his as well. Bruce doubles LVL over with a kick to the stomach before lifting him to his shoulders into the Endless Agony. Cavallo climbs to the top rope and jumps off LVL’s back as he’s on Bruce’s shoulders… Fall From Valhalla on Shine, and then the Endless Agony on Lance Van Leer! The crowd is going nuts as the big moves are being brought in early. Komodo appears at ringside and rolls LVL, the legal man, out of the ring. He consoles him as Shine is fed to the wolves. Bishop pulls Shine to his feet and hoists him onto his shoulders, preparing an Endless Agony, but Dan miraculously gouges Bruce’s eyes to escape in the nick of time.
Shine slips off Bishop’s shoulders and nails a Shineplex on Steroids! The crowd cheers Dan, despite his demeanor, as that’s an impressive feat on a man Bruce’s size. Dan is exhausted, but he tries to pull himself to his feet. Cavallo grabs Shine and doubles him over. Rob underhooks one of Shine’s arms and places his leg on the back of his head before leaping into the air and nailing a modified Rocker Dropper! Cavallo gets to his feet, feeling good about himself, before being torn in half by a Van Leer Spear! Lance grins maliciously and folds Cavallo into a pin, but Bruce breaks it up just in time! Bishop pulls Van Leer to his feet, and the two big men are once again slugging it out. LVL gets an advantage after a few forearms daze the bald-headed Bishop of Blood. Van Leer runs to the ropes and returns, seeking an attack, but he instead gets caught with a big boot. Dan is back to his feet and on Cavallo, driving forearms into his head from a mounted position.
Bruce throws Shine off his teammate and hoists him into the air with a gorilla press. The fans cheer as Bruce gorilla presses Dan and throws him over the top rope, sending him crashing to the floor on the outside. Cavallo gets to his feet and climbs to the top rope as Bruce lifts LVL to his feet. He attempts a Bishop Bomb, but LVL counters with a low blow, which the referee unfortunately misses due to the chaotic nature of this tag match. Van Leer shoves Bruce into the ropes, crotching Cavallo while he’s perched on the top rope. Lance shoves Bishop aside and climbs to the top rope, grabbing Cavallo. After a few clubbing shots, Van Leer superplexes Rob back to the center of the ring! LVL gets back to his feet and the referee can’t keep track of who’s legal and not. Shine slides back in the ring and grabs Bruce from behind… German Shineplex! He holds the move and pulls Bruce up for a second Shineplex. Dan lifts Bruce for a third but instead shoves him into Van Leer, who nails a Van Leer Spear! Cavallo is back to his feet, and he takes Lance out with a huge flying dropkick that sends the World Champion out of the ring. Lance is dazed and can’t defend himself as Cavallo runs, cartwheels, and flips over the top rope with a Space Flying Tiger Drop! Both men are down on the outside as Shine grabs Bruce into a dragon sleeper. He tries to apply the Beast Choker all the way, but Bruce uses his long legs to reach the ropes and force a break.
Dan is incredulous of Bruce’s amazing stamina, but he goes back to work, stomping Bishop. LVL and Cavallo are meanwhile brawling on the outside, with Rob getting the best of Van Leer. Cavallo whips Lance into the guardrail and connects with a huge leg lariat that rocks the champ. The referee yells at Lance to get back in the ring, seeing as how he’s apparently the legal man. Cavallo sets a chair up, looking for a chair-assisted leg lariat on Van Leer this time, but Lance pulls the chair out from under him, causing Cavallo to slip and fall to the floor. Lance grabs Rob and drives him face-first into the steel ring steps before sliding back inside. LVL takes over Bishop as Dan returns to his corner. Van Leer grabs Bruce, preparing to kill him with a spike piledriver. Dan goes to the top rope, ready to jump off now, but Cavallo is back to his feet, and he crotches Shine! The crowd cheers as Bruce nails a back bodydrop and waits on LVL to get up. Van Leer gets back to his feet… LARIATOOOO~! The referee tries to get Shine and Cavallo out of the ring, which gives Komodo ample time to slide a steel chain inside the squared circle.
Jack jumps on the apron, distracting Big Bruce as he tries to make a pin. Bishop grabs Komodo on the apron and prepares to hit him, but LVL catches Bruce off guard with a low blow from behind. Lance is weary, but he grabs the chain and wraps it tightly around his fist. Cavallo is trying to get in the ring to save Bruce, but Shine takes him out with a Roaring Elbow. Dan rolls the incapacitated Cavallo out of the ring as LVL busts Bruce wide open with a shot from the chain. He tosses it out of the ring and hooks both legs as the referee makes the count, awarding the victory to the very crafty team of Shine and Van Leer…
Winners: Lance Van Leer and Daniel Shine via Pinfall at 17:22
The Champion and his partner celebrate with Komodo after this war. They head to the back, where they’re met by Studio 54. The five men prepare to depart on a night on the town…