Dean
May 17th, 2007, 09:27 PM
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TD Banknorth Garden – Boston Massachusetts – 19,500
[05.17.07]
Pro Wrestling Warriors “War” is brought to you by Month Old Franks – the hotdogs with experience.
Written by The Mystery Team:
We open up WAR seeing a limo pull up to the arena with the license plate PWW1. The driver comes out and opens the back door as we see James Simpson step out. He looks around and sees Carl Tuckerson standing outside. He walks over to him.
James Simpson:
Tuckerson, is everything set up like I requested?
Carl Tuckerson:
Yes sir, everything is ready.
Simpson:
Good.
Simpson turns to the cameraman.
Simpson:
Cut that damn camera off.
We cut to the opening video for WAR and then all the pyro goes off. The announcers run down tonight’s card and we then cut to Carl Tuckerson standing by in the back. He adjusts his tie as he realizes that the camera is on.
Tuckerson:
I’m here with the newest additions to the PWW roster…ummm….
Tuckerson goes quiet as the camera stays focused on his face. The camera remains at Tuckerson’s face for the entire interview..
Tuckerson:
So, just who are you guys anyways?
Guy # 1:
Now Carl, if we told you that, we wouldn’t be classified as a mystery team, would we?
Tuckerson:
No, I suppose not. What are your feelings on your opponents, Murderous Intent?
Guy # 2:
We’ve been all over this world. From Boston to Miami; from Tokyo to London. Finally we have arrived in Pro Wrestling Warriors. Tonight, right here in this little nothing town of Providence, Rhode Island we will show the world why we are the best tag team ever in this business by beating the PWW Tag Champs.
Guy # 1:
Damn right. I mean look at who we have to face. One guy is some former big shot from Italy and the other is another one of these kids who claim to be straight edge. I am so f*cking tired of that crap.
Guy # 2:
I know what you’re saying, it seems like every time one person does something, it sets a whole new trend for every single person to follow. It happens all the damn time where we live, Carl. Soon, there are going people wearing goofy ass ties trying to ask everyone stupid questions that deserve equally stupid answers because people see you every week on War. But we are hear to take over PWW. There is going to be a lot less time for you Carl, and a lot less time for everyone else, because we are coming to dominate.
Guy # 1:
Haha, that’s right. And we know people are out there that don’t agree with us, but none of those folks are fit to wipe our asses because of how incredibly talented we are.
Guy # 2:
And don’t forget to mention how ravishingly attractive I am…
Guy # 1:
Ha, how could I forget.
The entire time the two guys are talking, the camera is still transfixed on Carl Tuckerson, who looks more and more perplexed as the men talk.
Guy # 1:
Well Carl, it looks like you have taken up enough of our time. We gotsta get down to some important matters.
Guy # 2:
Yeah, adios.
Footsteps are heard as the two men walk away, and Carl shrugs and walks off camera. We cut to the ring.
Match one:
Matt Galaxy versus Cameron Mitchell
Exhibition: Singles
Things get kicked off tonight with a couple of fresh faces to Pro Wrestling Warriors, two youngsters with everything to gain and nothing to lose. The brooding Cameron Mitchell seems less enthusiastic about his debut than Matt Galaxy, a man whose name is synonymous with UFOs and the like. Galaxy starts things off quickly with a few deep armdrags on Cameron. Galaxy gets caught with a big forearm and Mitchell whips him into the ropes. He charges, but gets caught with a boot to the face, and Matt goes to the top. He jumps off for a crossbody, but Cameron dropkicks him in the stomach. Mitchell laughs at his fallen foe and kicks him a few times in the ribcage. Mitchell lifts Galaxy to his feet before slapping him. Galaxy staggers into the corner, and Mitchell goes to work with slaps to the face, embarrassing the young lad. He fires a stiff chop to his chest, but Galaxy responds in kind. Matt attempts a big shot, but Cameron ducks under and connects with a German suplex, dropping Galaxy on his head. Mitchell gets to his feet and connects with a standing moonsault for two. The crowd applauds.
Mitchell lifts Galaxy to his feet and whips him into the ropes. He attempts a tiltawhirl backbreaker, but Galaxy counters into a nice headscissors takeover that sends Cameron sliding out of the ring. Matt runs off the opposite ropes and returns with a tope con hilo! That one wipes them both out on the outside floor. Galaxy returns to his feet and lets out a yell as the crowd rallies behind him. He lifts Cameron to his feet and chops him in the chest before whipping him into the guardrails. Galaxy places a chair in front of Mitchell and goes to the other side of the aisle at ringside. He charges, leaps off the chair, and attempts a leg lariat, but Cameron moves out of the way, and Galaxy crashes against the steel crowd protector! The crowd groans and feels his pain. Mitchell grins and smashes Galaxy’s face off the steel chair before rolling him back inside. He climbs to the top rope and leaps off – huge leg drop! Cameron puts Galaxy’s shoulders on the mat for two.
He follows with a few stomps to the thigh that collided with the steel before lifting Galaxy and back suplexing him into the mat again. Cameron gloats to the crowd, making a motion with his hand for them to cheer him on, before flipping them off and grating the sole of his boot against Matt’s face. Cameron lifts Galaxy to his feet before hooking an arm around his neck and dropping his back against his own with a modified neckbreaker/backbreaker. He hooks the near leg for a two count. This doesn’t deter Mitchell, as he fires a few kicks to Matt’s side and lifts him to his feet. Galaxy gets whipped across the ring into the corner, and Cameron attempts a big clothesline. Matt sidesteps, and as Cameron crashes against the corner, Galaxy gets his second wind, running across the ring before darting all the way back with the Stellar Splash! Cameron gets squashed, and Galaxy hoists him to the top rope. He sets up a superplex from the position, but Cameron fires a few shots to the ribcage. He throws Matt off and sets up a Shooting Star Press. Cameron flips off, but Galaxy gets his knees up! Mitchell falls off, clutching his stomach, and the two men get some much-needed rest as the crowd cheers them on.
Galaxy returns to his feet first, but Cameron is the aggressor, charging with a big knee to the back. He turns Matt around and fires a big forearm to the jaw before attempting a DDT. Matt fires some shots to the ribcage and shoves him off. He attempts an enzuigiri, but Mitchell ducks under and grabs his legs afterward and hooks him into a submission hold. He pulls back on his arms… Curb stomp! Galaxy’s face bounces off the mat, and Cameron releases the hold, grabbing Galaxy into an Oklahoma Roll for a very close near fall. He lifts Matt to his feet, but Galaxy catches him off guard with a jab and a wheel kick. Cameron staggers back, and Galaxy charges, looking for a huracarrana. Cameron counters into a sit-down powerbomb. He drags Galaxy to the corner and starts climbing to the top, most likely preparing for the Stage Dive. Galaxy gets to his feet and crotches Mitchell on the top rope. Galaxy runs up the ropes and leaps – super huracarrana! Both men go down!
The crowd is cheering them both on again now, and Galaxy crawls to his feet first. He grabs Cameron, but Mitchell resorts to an eye poke to regain the momentum. Mitchell runs to Galaxy and jumps onto his shoulders for a huracarrana, but Galaxy spins him around, and Cameron now faces the same direction. He attempts to bend backward with a poison rana, but Galaxy shows incredible strength by pulling him back to the top of his head. Cameron attempts to get off Galaxy’s shoulders with the victory roll, but Matt is able to hook both of Mitchell’s legs and drop back – INTERGLOBULAR DRIVAAAHHH~! He falls back, exhausted from the match, and the arena cheers the two men on. Galaxy makes the cover… one, two, thre-NO! Cameron kicks out! The crowd can’t believe it, and neither can Galaxy, who asks the referee if it was three. He lifts Mitchell back to his feet, or tries, but Mitchell connects with a jawbreaker. Galaxy staggers into the ropes and Mitchell charges. Galaxy sidesteps and grabs Cameron from behind, rolling him into a schoolboy, but it only gets him two and a half.
Matt seems ready to end things as he attempts the Conspiracy Theory. Cameron shows some incredible technical skill by flipping out of it and attempting The Breakdown. Galaxy ducks that and shoves Cameron off, and the two men are out of the weird entanglement of counters. Galaxy runs into a kick to the stomach and a snap DDT from Cameron, who takes to the skies yet again. He’s yet to find success from doing so, but this time he seems determined, as he quickly scales to the top rope and flips off – The Stage Dive! He connects with the small of Galaxy’s back and rolls him over. One, two, three! Cameron scores an impressive victory in his debut tonight…
Winner: Cameron Mitchell via Pinfall at 14:25
Mitchell is content with his victory, but not overly excited, as he watches his opponent slowly get to his feet. Cameron smirks and exits the ring…
Match two:
Brett Stokes versus TJ Williams
Exhibition: Singles
Maria is at ringside to cheer her man on for his match against Williams, who is seeking revenge. Neither of these two like each other, but the argument last week has sparked the fuse to a powder keg that’s about to explode. The two start the match off with a few reversals and exchanges of power. Stokes tries a top wristlock, but Williams powers out into a hammerlock. Stokes gets out of that and hiptosses Williams over, but he cartwheels and lands on his feet, showing some agility. The two men lock up this time, collar and elbow style, with Williams forcing his smaller opponent into the corner. He goes for a chop, but Brett ducks under and pats his hair. He goes over to Maria, who lets him have a bit of hairspray, before handing him an object out of the referee’s vision, which gets dropped into Stokes’ tights. Williams and Stokes circle the ring, with another lock up. This time Stokes pulls Williams into a side headlock. TJ shoves Brett into the ropes and takes him down with a shoulderblock on his return. He bounces off the other set of ropes and jumps over a prone Stokes on the mat, ducks under a leapfrog on his return, and blocks a hiptoss. Classic wrestling exchange. Williams knees Stokes in the stomach and attempts a rocker dropper, but Stokes flips him over. Williams lands on his feet and lariats Stokes into the canvas. He hooks the leg, but Brett easily kicks out.
Williams pulls Stokes to his feet and whips him into the corner, charging with a big clothesline that rocks him. He whips him into the opposite corner and tries it again, but Brett gets a foot up to the jaw and connects with a running, spinning neckbreaker that takes his opponent down. The Idol gets to his feet and nails a leg drop before covering for two. He fires a few shots to Williams, who rolls out of the ring to evade. On the outside, he seemingly stalks Maria Rounds, who walks around the ring, making sure to keep her distance from the man who certainly wants to hurt her now. Williams slides back inside the ring, and Stokes ambushes him with a knee to the side of the head. He fires a few shots and tries whipping Williams into the ropes. That gets reversed into a knee to the stomach and a Side Russian Legsweep. Williams gets another two count on Stokes. TJ lifts Brett to his feet and nails a chop to the chest that reverberates throughout the arena. Williams connects with a European Uppercut that dazes Stokes. He runs off the opposite ropes and attempts a clothesline, but Brett ducks and nails a crucifix roll-up driver! One, two, thr-NO! Williams kicks out.
The fans cheer the two men on as Stokes gets to his feet and tells TJ to get up if he wants to be a star. Williams is on his hands and knees, and Stokes nails a mushroom stomp, driving his face into the mat. Brett springs off the middle rope and nails an asai moonsault on Williams’ back before rolling him over and getting two. Brett goes over to Maria to talk strategy as Williams crawls over to one of his stock portfolios. He pulls out a big binder and turns, swinging at Stokes. Brett ducks under and connects with a kick to the stomach, forcing TJ to drop the binder. The referee kicks the binder toward the corner as Stokes nails a rocker dropper. He covers, and Maria yells at the referee to make the count. The ref tells Maria to get off the apron and let him do his job. Stokes gets up and gets into an argument with the referee as Williams grabs the binder again. Stokes turns around and gets bashed in the head with the binder and Williams slides it out of the ring. He hooks both legs and the referee makes the count…
Winner: TJ Williams via Pinfall at 9:28
Williams slides out of the ring and grabs his binder, hugging it. He reaches in and reveals a big brick, grinning as he walks backstage, laughing to himself a bit…
Match three:
Murderous Intent versus Mystery Team
Exhibition: Tag Team
Before the match begins, Studio 54, accompanied by Veronica Vasquez, are shown at ringside, sitting, preparing to scout the tag champs in action. They decline to join Avalio, Martinez, and Scoop on commentary, claiming they’re going to focus on this contest.
Murderous Intent waits very impatiently in the ring on their mystery opponents. A collective groan is heard as the Best. Tag Team. Ever.’s music hits, and the crowd starts throwing debris onto the entrance ramp. But then the music stops. A few seconds pass before Big Pimpin’ by Jay-Z. Some members of the audience recognize the debuting duo of Michael Vista and Johnny Reed as two diamonds in the rough from Revolutionary Hardcore Wrestling, the team known as The Grandstands! The two men strut to the ring arrogantly as the tag champs remain rather unimpressed. Vista and Reed slide inside the ring as Vinaldi and Bauer go after them. Bauer and Vista exchange some forearms as Vinaldi attempts a wheel kick on Reed, only to watch him duck and take Drake down with a heel trip. Drake gets dropkicked through the ropes, sending him to the floor, as the two men double team Bauer. The fans watch Vista lift Will onto his shoulders into a Samoan Drop as Reed rebounds off the ropes with a spinning neckbreaker, dropping him. Bauer rolls out of the ring to join his tag partner. The crowd gets behind The Grandstands as Vista gets on his hands and knees and Reed runs off the opposite set of ropes, jumping off his partner’s back with a no hands plancha suicida that wipes out the reigning tag champs on the outside! The three men are slow to their feet, but once they get there, this 240 plus pound man dives over the top rope with a huge plancha that takes out all three men, including his partner.
The crowd cheers the Grandstands as they get to their feet, even though they’re going against Murderous Intent. Bauer and Vinaldi get to their feet, realizing they’re being presented with a real challenge for the first time in weeks. Bauer clubs Vista from behind and whips him into the steel guardrail, getting a pop from the crowd. The two men continue slugging it on the outside as Vinaldi rolls Reed inside the ring and the two men meet in the center. Drake nails a few leg kicks on Reed, stunning him. Johnny responds with an open handed slap to the chest and whips Drake into the ropes. He tries a back bodydrop, but Vinaldi leaps over for a sunset flip. Reed rolls through and dropkicks the seated tag champ. Meanwhile, Vista has just connected with a snap suplex on the floor on Bauer. He gets on the apron and makes a tag into Reed. Vista comes into the ring to meet Drake with an international exchange. He lays into Vinaldi with a few rights and lefts, showing some impressive strength, but Drake responds by a roundhouse kick that nearly takes his opponent’s head off. Vista goes down, and Drake jumps into the air – Lunatic High! He makes the cover, but Reed is there to break it up. Bauer slides inside the ring and grabs the unsuspecting Reed from behind and launches him overhead with a belly to back suplex.
Bauer and Vinaldi grab Vista and whip him into the ropes at the same time. He rebounds and ducks under a conjoined lariat before taking both Vinaldi and Bauer down with a pair of lariats. Vista lifts Drake to his feet and grabs him from behind before delivering the Deadline! He rakes Bauer’s eyes and kicks him in the shin. Well, that’s effective, but certainly very mean. Vista rebounds off the ropes… and takes the Ultraviolent Radiation of Will Bauer! That clothesline nearly took his head off! Will makes the cover, but Reed is there to break it up with a flying legdrop to the back of the head, right in the nick of time. He rolls Bauer off and makes the cover, getting two. Reed attempts to Stop the Presses, but Bauer counters with a backbreaker. Johnny grabs his back, and Vinaldi follows up by lifting him to his feet and drilling him with the Backdrop Driver! Reed wisely rolls out of the ring, and Drake follows. All chaos has broken loose, but the referee declares Bauer and Vista the legal men as this match FINALLY really gets LEGALLY underway here.
Vista and Bauer exchange shots, with Bauer getting the better of newcomer Michael Vista. He whips Vista into the ropes and nails a flapjack, getting cheers from the crowd. Bauer crouches down, waiting on Vista to get to his feet for another Ultraviolent Radiation, but Reed trips Bauer from behind and slides his legs back… Make a wish, Bauer! He gets crotched on the turnbuckle post by Johnny Reed. Vinaldi attacks Reed from behind with a few kicks to the legs and nails a backdrop driver on the floor! The crowd goes nuts as Vinaldi returns to his feet, in rage. Vista pulls Bauer out of the corner and uses his pained state to deliver his modified bulldog – Lights! He keeps the momentum flowing as Bauer dazedly reaches his feet, by connecting with the Camera! He grabs Bauer into the reverse neckbreaker position with an arm at his side and spins him into Action! Vista makes the cover, but Vinaldi comes off the top rope with the Lunatic High, crashing down on Vista’s back!
Drake watches Vista crawl off Bauer, in agony, and delivers the Killing Blow, kicking him so hard in the face that I swear I saw teeth fly out of his mouth. Drake rolls him over… one, two, thre-WHAT?! Nick Nexus slides the referee out of the ring. He argues with him for a moment as Trent Taurus slides a steel chair inside. He runs inside himself and ambushes Drake from behind with a shot to the back of the head. He whips Vinaldi into the turnbuckles and brings him down to the lower one with a few punches. Trent places a foot on Drake’s throat before grabbing the steel chair. He takes a few steps back before charging Vinaldi and baseball slide dropkicking the chair into Drake’s face! The fans boo as Taurus rolls out of the ring with the chair, and Vista gets to his feet. The referee is back inside as Bauer slowly gets back up. Reed is once again inside, and Vista grabs Bauer from behind into a Wheelbarrow Suplex. He lifts Bauer and Reed brings him down with the Headliner to complete the Stealing the Spotlight! The two men dog pile on Bauer and get the victory.
Winners: The Grandstands via Pinfall at 16:04
The fans boo as the Grandstands get to their feet and celebrate. Studio 54, not content with letting them steal the spotlight, attacks them from behind. Nexus and Taurus shove Reed out of the way and go after the big man, Vista. He manages to fend them off for a moment before succumbing due to the fatigue of a match. Taurus grabs Vista into a complete shot as Nexus nails an enzuigiri – Get Well Soon! Vista goes down, but an enraged Vinaldi gets to his feet. Torpedo Dropkick to Taurus! He flies halfway across the ring, and a panicked Nexus flees the squared circle. Vinaldi rolls out of the ring, chasing after him, but he goes to the other side. Vinaldi slides a table inside the ring and gets back in. He sets the table up in the corner of the ring as Nexus grabs a ladder from underneath the ring and slides it inside there as well. Taurus is back to his feet, and Drake tries to backdrop drive him. Trent battles with a few elbows to the back of the head and runs to the ropes. He returns, expecting to nail Vinaldi, but Reed blasts him in the head with a chair! Taurus goes down, and Reed drops the chair, screaming into his face. Vinaldi sees Bauer slide in the ring behind Johnny and they set him up – Total Elimination! Reed gets blasted to smithereens, as the reigning champs stand tall for a moment, until Nexus and Vista attack them from behind. It must be a Hispanic thing. Vista rolls Vinaldi onto the table as Nexus climbs to the top. Bauer drops Vista onto the mat with a Spinal Tap 2K7 before tipping the ladder over, sending Nexus falling off the top and over the top rope, crashing onto the other men who just “happened” to find their way outside! The fans cheer as Vinaldi and Bauer grab their tag titles and stand tall at the end of this brawl. The four opposing members of two tag teams argue on the outside until a familiar voice is heard.
James Simpson:
COOL YOUR JETS!
Yes, that’s the voice of the CEO of PWW, James Simpson, whose face is seen on the video screen. Simpson shakes his head with shame.
James Simpson:
It’s fine and well that we’ve finally got a couple of viable contenders for those tag titles, because everybody knows how much it pains me to see you two holding any gold in this company, but I’ll be damned if we’re going to have chaotic brawls on MY television show! You three want to get in the ring and toss weapons around, that’s fine by me, but you’re gonna do it on a night when I can make a ton of money about it… And don’t we have one of those nights coming up? Oh, that’s right. Steel City Showdown, live from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. You three are going to meet in a… Well, let’s see, you’ve got… some chairs in the ring… a ladder… I see a table… Well, why not just make it a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match between all three teams? In fact, let’s make it a Fall to Crawl Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match, that way it really means something. Now get out of my ring. There’s a match up next.
The Grandstands and Studio 54 argue a bit before Studio 54 leaves with Veronica Vasquez. We cut to a commercial break from the reigning tag champs holding their titles in the ring.
Match four:
Roderick Brookes versus Richard Storrs
Exhibition: Singles
Richard had Robert stay away from the ring for this one, telling him he’s a liability. Brookes and Storrs start things off with a game of cat and mouse. Roderick tries to grab Richard, but he sidesteps quickly. Brookes goes for a leg kick, but again Storrs avoids it. Richard, however, can’t avoid Brookes backing him into the corner and laying into him with open hand shots. Storrs responds with a few kicks to the legs, but Roderick absorbs those before grabbing Rich into a bearhug. Rich fights out of it with a stomp to the foot and fires a few forearms to the face of his worthy adversary. Storrs tries to whip the beastly Brookes into the ropes, but Roderick pulls him in for a short-arm lariat. He lifts Richard to his feet and throws a few knees into his chest and face. Richard swings back with punches to the stomach, but Roderick cuts his offense off with a sharp knee to the stomach and a belly to back suplex. He makes the cover for the first pin attempt, barely getting two. Roderick places Storrs into a seated position and chops the back of his neck. He does it again and again, with repeated, stiff chops, before fiercely kicking him in the chest. Richard rolls back, holding his chest in pain, and Roderick rebounds off the ropes with a big knee to the chest, making another cover for two.
Roderick lifts Richard again, but this time Storrs connects with a flurry of rights and lefts, catching Mr. Killjoy off guard. He runs to the middle ropes and returns with a spinning heel kick that takes Brookes off his feet. Richard covers Brookes, but before a count can be made, he starts dropping forearms and punches on his head. Brookes throws Richard off and gets to his feet. Storrs charges at him, but Brookes grabs him and launches him overhead with a tremendous belly-to-belly suplex. Richard grabs the back of his head, but he keeps coming, getting back to his feet. Brookes charges and connects with a stiff kick to the jaw that sends Storrs staggering through the ropes and outside. He falls to the floor, limp, as Brookes rolls out of the ring. He grabs Storrs by his head and places him in a chair near the guardrail. He goes to the other side of the aisle and prepares to charge. Storrs is dazed in the chair, and Brookes charges… OLE KICK! Storrs’ face gets booted against the steel guardrail, and Brookes grins with malice. He throws Richard back inside the ring and makes a cover, getting two.
Brookes pulls Storrs back to his feet and whips him into the corner. He tries a clothesline, but Richard ducks under. Brookes turns and takes a swift kick to the stomach. Storrs tries to lift Brookes into a Brainbuster, but he blocks it with his weight. Richard fires a few uppercuts to Brookes’ abdomen and tries again. He finally stomps on his foot and manages to hook his leg and nails a Fisherman’s Buster! Storrs makes the pin, but Brookes kicks out at two. Richard gets to his feet and lifts Brookes to his as well. Roderick starts swinging, but Richard is able to cut him off by gouging his eyes. He connects with a reverse bulldog, driving Roderick back into the canvas. Richard goes to the top rope, setting up a big move, but Brookes shoves the ref into the ropes and crotches Richard. He climbs to the top, looking for some type of high risk move, but Storrs grabs him around the neck… SUPER TORNADO DDT! The crowd explodes at the move as both men lie on the mat. Richard makes the eventual cover, but Brookes gets a foot on the rope before three, narrowly avoiding defeat.
Richard is back to his feet and yells at Brookes to get up. He knees him in the head and fires a few punches. Brookes responds with stiff slaps and strikes. He nails a huge European Uppercut, followed by a spinning back elbow. Brookes flings Storrs into the corner with an Irish whip and gets ready. CHARRRGING EURO UPPERCUT! Brookes nails it! Richard is dazed and gets hoisted to the top rope. Brookes nails a big palm strike and climbs to the middle ropes, and then the top, preparing a Superplex. Storrs isn’t done yet, and he fires forearms and punches to the jaw. A big European Uppercut sends Brookes down to the mat, and Richard leaps off… elbow to the chest! Richard makes the cover, but Brookes throws him off at two. Richard gets to his feet and sees Brookes returning to his. He runs to the ropes… Brookes catches him with a lariatoooo! Storrs flips and lands on the back of his head! Brookes folds him into a pin, but Storrs miraculously kicks out at two.
Roderick signals it’s time for the finish and lifts Richard to his feet. Storrs nails a big forearm that sends Roderick dazedly staggering backward into the ropes. He flips off… REBOUND LARIAT! He covers again, but Storrs once again kicks out. Roderick pulls him up to his feet and then to his shoulders. He’s looking for the Wake The F*ck Up! Storrs gouges Brookes’ eyes and lands on his feet in front of him. Storrs connects with a HUGE Euro Uppercut that dazes Roderick. Brookes staggers back again, trying the Rebound Lariat once more, but Storrs blocks it with a dropkick! Storrs attempts the Dollar Mark, but Brookes locks on the cobra clutch! He’s going for the Lock N Load. Storrs fires with back elbows and stomps his foot. He grabs Roderick into a three-quarter facelock and attempts the Dollar Mark, but at the peak of the move, Roderick throws him onto his shoulders and, in one fluid motion, drives him off and delivers a vicious knee strike to Wake Richard Storrs the F*ck Up! He hooks the legs and gets the victory…
Winner: Roderick Brookes via Pinfall at 14:56
Brookes gets to his feet, his hand raised, but he shoves the referee away. Roderick seems pretty satisfied with his victory, and he taunts Richard a bit, paintbrushing the back of his head. Storrs, enraged, uppercuts Brookes between the legs with a low blow! He fires a few shots to Roderick’s head and starts gouging his eyes. Storrs fires a kick between the legs this time and nails a snapping DDT. Richard rolls out of the ring, cursing up a storm at his loss, but he was the one who stood tall at the end of night…
Match five:
Michael Simons versus Seth Sinister
Exhibition: Hardcore
Seth Sinister goes to the ring, ready for a fight. He’s wielding a steel chair in one hand, and his other hand is clenched as a fist. Sinister awaits Michael Simons’ entrance per his music, but he doesn’t come out… Suddenly, the video screen changes to the image of Michael Simons, sitting on a metal folding chair. The rest of the scene is unclear, but he chuckles before beginning.
Michael Simons:
Seth, I heard your little speech earlier… You’re through, aren’t you? You honestly think you’re done being a part of it. Heh, you don’t’ realize. This movement… it’s bigger than you. It’s bigger than me; it’s bigger than us. But not for long. Soon, I will bring the body Entertainment Establishment to its knees, as it begs… begs for mercy. It begins.
The camera zooms out to reveal Michael Simons sitting in front of Roscoe, the cardboard cutout of David Schwimmer, to which we’ve grown accustomed as Seth Sinister’s inanimate friend.
Simons reaches underneath the chair and reveals a bottle of lighter fluid. He calmly and silently walks over to the cutout and begins pouring lighter fluid as Sinister’s face, at first, tries to remain emotionless.
Michael Simons:
It hurts, Seth. I know it does. You say you’re through, and I can see in your eyes… You’re still part of them. Until you’re freed of… this nonsense… you can never progress. There will only be stagnation. I’m going to burn down the Sanctuary of Sports-Entertainment once and for all.
Simons throws the empty bottle of lighter fluid on the ground of the parking lot before grabbing a matchbook and striking it. He holds the flame close… closer… closer… and we cut to darkness. Seth screams and slides out of the ring, darting backstage. The camera follows as he rounds the corner and makes a run for the parking lot. He gets there, but it’s too late. The image of Roscoe burning in the moonlight is shown. Seth grabs a conveniently placed fire extinguisher and quenches the flames. He drops to his knees, holding his head in disbelief, when the voice of Michael Simons is heard.
Michael Simons:
Free yourself, Seth. It’s the only step toward salvation!
Seth clenches his teeth angrily and grabs the steel chair, chasing after Simons. The two run into the center of the parking lot, with lots of cars around them. Seth throws the chair at Simons, missing him narrowly and hitting a vehicle. The alarm starts blaring, and Simons grabs his ears in pain. Seth charges him and tackles him into a support beam. He swings at Simons, but Michael ducks under, and Seth punches the beam. He grabs his fist in pain, and Michael grabs him, delivering a t-bone suplex. He gets to his feet and grabs the fire extinguisher. Simons waits on Seth to get to his feet and sprays him in the face with the mixture. Seth chokes and can hardly breathe until Simons throws the canister aside and boots Sinister in the head. He lifts Seth to his feet and attempts a DDT, but Seth shoves him away. A referee is shown on scene, watching the two combat, as this is a hardcore match and everything is legal. Sinister follows Simons toward a large 18 wheeler. Simons climbs up the back, going onto the roof, and Seth follows him. Simons stomps on Seth’s already bruised, possibly broken, hand as he tries to climb on the eighteen wheeler. Seth hangs precariously from the top, and Simons stomps his other hand, causing Seth to fall to the floor. Simons stands atop the massive vehicle, laughing at him. He climbs down the back and opens the doors. Simons goes inside as the cameraman has a hard time keeping track of the darkness. Seth goes inside as well, and struggle can be heard. After a few seconds pass, a loud clang is heard, and Seth falls out of the truck, bleeding from his forehead. Simons walks out, wielding the shovel from his infamous segment a couple weeks ago. He drops it on the cement, creating another loud clanging sound. Michael covers, inevitably getting the three count.
Winner: Michael Simons via Pinfall
Simons chuckles and walks away, leaving the bloodied Sinister behind… How cruel.
We cut to the backstage area where Daniel Shine is doing some pre-match stretches, with Komodo and an unnamed black man in the background, wearing a singlet. A knock is heard as Carl Tuckerson walks inside.
Daniel Shine:
What do you want, tuck-me-in-at-night-with-a-big-strong-man?
Tuckerson sighs.
Carl Tuckerson:
Well, Rob Cavallo was very vocal about his feelings before the match, so I just assumed you’d be the same way…
Daniel Shine:
People who assume suck, Carl. Now’s neither the time or place for lessons, however. I will tell you one thing that’s on my mind – making Rob Cavallo pay. What he did, what he’s doing, is none of his damn business. He’s interjecting himself into personal affairs. This is something I know all about, Carl. I’ve been the victim of this kinda crap too often. You hit a rough patch with your girl, and then some suave, nice-at-first, Johnny Come Lately swoops in to pick up the remains of YOUR girl. Well, not anymore, Tuckerson. I’m standing up for all the Lance Van Leers out there.
Komodo starts laughing.
Daniel Shine:
What’s so damn funny?
Komodo:
You, Dan. You and your “hero” act. Nobody buys into it. We all know you’re only doing this to get closer to LVL and closer to his title. At least I’m honest. I made my intentions clear. You may think I’m a snake in the grass, but I’m not the one deceiving him now. You are. But please, continue. So, how many girlfriends have you had stolen from you?
Daniel Shine:
That’s none of your business.
Komodo:
Come on, man, I won’t laugh. I swear.
Daniel Shine:
It’s hard to remember, you know. After you steal Colleen from a guy, they all seem to pale in comparison.
Komodo’s jovial expression fades, and he grows quiet. The silence and tension in the room is broken up by the black dude’s laughter.
Carl Tuckerson:
And who is this?
Black Dude:
I-
Daniel Shine:
That’s unimportant right now. He’ll be introduced when we’re good and ready, right, James? Now, Carl, get the hell out of my way. I have some ass to kick.
Shine shoves Carl aside and heads toward the ring, and that’s where the cameras cut back to viewing…
Match six:
Daniel Shine versus Rob Cavallo
Exhibition: Singles
Shine and Cavallo circle the ring before moving into a lock up. Shine pulls Rob into a side headlock, then floats nicely into a hammerlock. He pulls Cavallo back into another side headlock and flips him into the mat. Dan quickly moves to a waistlock on Cavallo and lifts him to his feet before throwing him into the canvas with a takedown. He floats all around him while paint brushing his head humiliatingly. Cavallo covers up as Dan gets to his feet and yells at him to get up before kicking him in the back of the head. He stomps him a few more times before screaming at him to get up, yelling that he’ll make him pay. Cavallo gets to his feet and shoots Shine for a single leg takedown. Shine quickly avoids it and spins around Cavallo into la Majistral for two. Dan gets back to his feet and grabs Cavallo into another headlock. This time Rob fires forearms and shoves Dan into the ropes… or so he thinks. Shine grabs hold of his hair and pulls himself back into the side headlock. Rob shoves Shine into the ropes this time, and Shine comes back. They meet in the center of the ring with shoulderblocks, neither man budging. Cavallo motions for Shine to go to the ropes, and he does. Rob drops down, hoping to trip Dan up, but he leaps over and rebounds off the opposite set. Dan gets caught with a big dropkick from Rob, sending him back into the ropes. Cavallo chops Shine in the chest, and Dan responds in kind. The two men exchange chops and forearms until Shine catches him with a kick to the stomach and bounces Rob’s head off the top turnbuckle pad. He turns Cavallo into the turnbuckles and fires a few shoulders into his spine. He lifts Rob to the top rope and attempts a back superplex, but Cavallo immediately back elbows him and connects with a moonsault onto the standing Shine.
Cavallo makes the cover and Dan kicks out quickly at two. Rob ducks under a clothesline attempt and connects with a wheel kick on his return, taking Shine down. He nails a standing shooting star press, surprising some people, and gets another two count. Cavallo fires rights to Shine’s head and whips him into the corner. He nails a big leg lariat, catching Dan in the jaw, and follows by dropkicking Shine in the corner again, causing Dan to fall to the lower corner. Cavallo gets a little arrogant and struts to the other side of the ring. He charges Dan and dropkicks him in the jaw while in the lower corner. Cavallo walks away again and tries the dropkick one time, but it was one time too many. Shine moves out of the way, and Cavallo splits his legs on the turnbuckle post. Shine goes outside and smacks one of Cavallo’s legs off the turnbuckle post, causing him some knee problems. Cavallo hobbles back inside the ring, and Shine comes back inside, clipping his leg with a chop block. He grabs Rob and twists his leg into a modified half crab. Cavallo fights to the ropes quickly, and Shine holds the move, proclaiming I HAVE TILL FIVE, REFEREE! He does let go before a DQ and fires a few kicks to Cavallo’s leg. Rob slides out of the ring and hobbles on the outside. Shine uncharacteristically vaults over the top rope with a plancha, wiping Cavallo and himself out on the floor. Dan gets back to his feet and takes a bow, getting booed for his cockiness.
Robbie C limps a bit, and Shine clips him on the outside with a chop block. Shine rolls back inside the ring and lets the referee count as Rob slowly returns to the ring. He gets back inside at seven, and Dan fires a few more kicks to his leg before placing Cavallo’s foot on the lower rope and dropping all his weight down onto it with a big elbow drop. He then steps over the leg, jumps into the air, and sits on the leg with all his weight. Rob screams in pain as Shine grabs the leg once again and slams it off the mat. Dan grabs Cavallo and turns him over, applying an anklelock. Rob tries to reach the ropes, but Shine pulls him back toward the center of the ring. Rob gets on one foot, balancing, and turns toward Shine. He goes for an enzuigiri, but Dan ducks under and pulls his ankle down, wrapping his legs around it into a grapevine! Cavallo screams in pain as he claws toward the ropes. Shine applies more torque on the twist, but Rob digs down deep and finally makes it to the ropes after what seems like an eternity of struggle. Cavallo gets up, limping really badly, and Shine tries to clip his leg again, but this time Rob jumps over him, but lands badly on his leg. Shine gets to his feet, and Rob connects with a few forearms to the jaw before dropping him with a DDT. Cavallo gets to his feet, still in pain, and slaps the top turnbuckle. He climbs, trying to get to the top as quickly as possible. Shine gets to his feet as Cavallo stands on the top…
Dan charges, runs up the ropes, and catches Rob with a super overhead belly-to-belly suplex! The fans go nuts, even though it’s Shine, and the eruption of cheers fill the arena. Dan and Cavallo lie on the mat for a moment before Shine makes the cover. Rob amazingly kicks out. Shine pulls Rob to his feet and attempts the Shineplex on Steroids, but Cavallo slides out and grabs Shine into a lung blower. He clutches his knee in pain, but fights through it and springs off the middle rope – Lionsault! Rob holds the pin for two. Cavallo climbs to the top, trying to score a big move again, but Shine gets to his feet. He climbs to the top, but this time Rob is ready, raining down with punches. He knocks Shine off and gets on the top rope. Rob leaps off – Fall from Valhalla! He holds the pin… one, two, thre-NO! Shine shoots a shoulder off the mat! Cavallo gets back up and pulls Shine to his feet. He doubles him over and nails a standing Time Traveler! Cavallo drags Shine to the corner again and this time motions for a 450. He climbs to the top, but Shine is again to his feet. Cavallo jumps off and connects with a flying DDT, driving Shine’s head into the mat. He covers… but Dan kicks out in the nick of time. Cavallo tries to lift Shine again but takes a Euro Uppercut for it. Shine grabs Cavallo, looking for a Shineplex on Steroids, but Rob wraps his arms around one of Shine’s and wraps his legs around the other before flipping him backward and onto his head with a Clock Stopper! He holds the pin instead of trying a submission, and gets the come-from-behind victory!
Winner: Rob Cavallo via Pinfall at 17:40
The fans cheer as Cavallo gets to his feet, limping, and an enraged Shine takes him down with a kick to the leg. He starts stomping his leg, but Bruce Bishop runs in from the back, and Shine immediately bails. Bruce checks on Cavallo as Shine heads backstage, wanting none of Big Bruce. Bishop shakes his head, watching the cowardly Dan once again evade a showdown.
We cut backstage, where James Simpson is in his office, sitting behind his desk. He seems upset.
James Simpson:
Mikey, Mikey, Mikey… You know, Mr. Simons, you may think you can get away with whatever you want. Do you think you’re able, truly able, to outsmart me? It’s not going to happen. You want to ambush people from behind? You like sneak attacks, do you, Mikey? That’s swell, because I have a special surprise in store for you. Next week, Mikey… You better watch your back. Heh, heh, heh…
Simpson chuckles to himself before the camera pans out to reveal Lil Finga, JENGA, The Mime, Roberto Rodriguez, The Best. Tag Team. Ever. and Spike Angel, who’s wearing white powder make-up, standing in the room.
James Simpson:
Spike, what the hell happened to you?
Spike Angel:
I’m dead, James. I’m Spike Angel’s ghost.
James Simpson:
…Yeah. Got a little messy when you were snorting that cocaine earlier, huh? Alright, gentlemen, here’s the deal. There’s going to be a bounty on Michael Simons’ head. But I’m only hiring one of you to get him.
Roberto Rodriguez:
But señor! I need money for mi familia!
James Simpson:
Yes, yes, I realize you’re all in dire need of cash, but… I’m afraid I can only rehire one of you, and seeing as how The Mime is the one of you who’s caused me the least grief, he’s getting the position.
As Simpson finishes this sentence, the door to his office swings open, and Russya, mopping the floor, is seen. She locks eyes with The Mime, and they jump on each other, kissing passionately. Boston’s More Than A Feeling plays in the background… Simpson gags on his own vomit.
James Simpson:
Ugh… Oh God… Mime, you’re getting severely reduced pay!
The rest of the group of misfits start clamoring, and Simpson tells them to shut up.
James Simpson:
Oh, what the hell. Severely reduced pay for everyone!
Everybody:
YAY!
Simpson reveals his cellphone, which is playing More Than A Feeling and answers it.
James Simpson:
Hello? Uh, yes, just a moment.
He cups the phone.
James Simpson:
You idiots… Get out of my office. Get ready for next week, because I want to see Michael Simons hurt.
The weirdos leave the office as Simpson picks up his phone again.
James Simpson:
Yeah, thanks for calling me back. I need two orders of hot wings with hot sauce and… what the hell, bring me three…. Yeah, those are delicious…
We fade away…
…and cut to the image of Darius Falcon in the same darkened room with a single window and a bed. It is nighttime when the piece was filmed. He stares, a bit listlessly, looking out the window at the stars in the night sky. Falcon speaks pretty solemnly while staring out the window.
Darius Falcon:
Early Astronomers once believed the Earth was the center of our solar system. Imagine… They believed The Earth was the focal point of the entire solar system. They believed the Sun and all the plans revolved around the Earth. Those who opposed this were not only ridiculed, but also in most cases labeled as outcasts. Some men, such as Aristotle, believed the Earth was the center of the universe as well. Nicolas Copernicus was one of the first men to disbelieve. But it wasn’t until Galileo supported these claims upon observation of Jupiter and its moons that astronomy was forever changed.
This self-centered perspective continues to this day. For if there truly is a God, if there truly is a supernatural being, why, oh why, in the vast, infinite universe, would this random, meteoric space rock be the land on which we prove ourselves for the afterlife. When really examining this closely… it’s ludicrous. The concepts, the ideologies, everything – It’s ridiculous. There is no God. But men of all religions refute this fact…
It’s a sad truth that the only supernatural power we have over ourselves is our own will. The great Philosopher Herodotus once said, “The destiny of man is in his own soul.” Will you become a great, lustrous figure in society? Or will your own self-inflicted boundaries prevent you from achieving your dreams? I’ve tried to instill this in the millions… In the thousands… I’ve been thinking on a macro scale. I’ve been hoping to accomplish too much.
It starts with one. One.
Falcon holds a finger up and starts looking at it kind of strangely, chuckling to himself, before looking at the stars.
Darius Falcon:
They are… beautiful, aren’t they? But there are so many that you sometimes forget that each contains a vast array of elements within itself. It would be impossible to count them all at once, as new ones form exponentially by the second. And it is impossible to examine them all… Heh. Nothing can be quite as crippling as realizing your own insignificance. In order to change the world, I have to… start with one. It all begins with one.
Falcon continues to watch the stars as we cut back to ringside…
Main event:
Tristan Novak © versus Shawn Walsh versus Alex Michaels
Exhibition: Triple Threat; Traditional Title
Novak, Michaels, and Walsh circle the ring after the bell, as the fans are ready to see some exciting, fast-paced action. Triangular lock-up between the three men gets things started. They circle around a bit in their positions, with Michaels and Walsh forcing Novak into the corner. The weird hold is broken, and Alex and Shawn begin double teaming Tristan. Walsh lays into him with kicks to the midsection and Alex chops his chest. Michaels shoves Walsh away and starts laying into Novak with punches to the head. Shawn comes back and shoves Alex and fires a few more kicks to his stomach. Alex grabs Shawn from behind and attempts a German Suplex, but Walsh blocks it and goes around with his own waistlock. Novak dropkicks Alex, and Walsh German Suplexes him over with a bridge, getting two before Novak breaks it up quickly. Tristan grabs Walsh and throws him through the ropes to the outside. He starts stomping on Michaels as Perfection gets to his feet. Tristan whips Alex into the ropes and nails a leg lariat on his return. He applies a rear chinlock, but Walsh comes into the ring and kicks Novak in the back of the head, forcing a break. He lifts Tristan and nails a back suplex before making a cover, but Michaels is there to break it up. Alex chops Walsh a few times in the chest, lighting him up. He goes for another, but Shawn ducks under and attempts a back suplex. Alex blocks with a few punches, but Shawn crotches Michaels on the top rope. Novak grabs Walsh from behind with a Russian Leg Sweep before grinning at Alex as he’s straddled on the top rope.
Novak rocks the top rope up and down, giving Alex a nasty ride, before Michaels gets off the rope, holding his groin. Tristan nails a bulldog and starts firing forearms on Michaels’ head. Walsh returns to his feet and grabs Tristan by his hair. He chops him something fierce and snapmares him over. Walsh dropkicks the back of Novak’s head and makes a cover, getting two. Michaels returns to his feet and watches as Walsh whips Tristan into the corner. Shawn gets on his hands and knees, telling Alex to do a Poetry in Motion, but Michaels runs up and kicks Walsh in the ribcage, double crossing him. He lifts Shawn and nails a pendulum backbreaker, driving his back into the point of his knee. Alex refocuses his attention on Tristan with a few kicks to the stomach, stomping him into the lower turnbuckle. He places a foot on Tristan’s neck and starts choking him. The referee warns Michaels about the choke, but given the leeway in recent Traditional matches, he doesn’t seem worried. Alex lifts Tristan and chops him in the chest, but Novak nails a jab to the throat, thwarting Michaels’ momentum. Walsh grabs Alex from behind, lifting him into a back suplex, but Novak grabs one of Michaels’ legs, pulling him back down. He then swings at Alex, hoping to hit him, but Michaels ducks under and grabs Tristan into a German Suplex. Walsh grabs Michaels from behind, back suplexing him at the same time, and both Tristan and Alex get dropped on their heads!
Walsh covers Tristan first, getting two. He then covers Alex, getting another two. Shawn lifts Michaels to his feet and delivers a snap suplex, making another cover. Tristan breaks it up with a sledge to the back. Walsh and Tristan start exchanging chops, with Tristan getting the better momentarily. He whips Walsh into the ropes and charges, looking for a shot, but Shawn connects with a boot to the midsection. He pulls Tristan in and sets up his patented move, the Whiplash, but as he flips over with Novak’s head, Michaels returns and grabs Walsh’s legs into the powerbomb position. Novak grabs Shawn’s neck into a hangman’s neckbreaker, and the two men drop simultaneously with one sick team maneuver! Novak tries to cover, but Michaels pulls him off and shoves Tristan in the chest. Tristan shoves him back and connects with a few forearms to the jaw. Michaels fires a kick to the stomach and tries a right hand, but Tristan ducks and shoves Alex into the ropes. He rebounds and kicks Tristan in the head as he attempts a back bodydrop. Michaels connects with a stiff clothesline that sends Tristan rolling out of the ring. Michaels turns around in time to take an X Kick from Walsh! Shawn climbs to the top rope, setting up a flying elbow, but Michaels somehow recovers and catches him. He tries to pull Shawn down into a Muscle Buster, but Walsh fires a few slaps to his face and flips over – WHIPLASH! Walsh nails the move on Alex! He hooks the leg… one, two, thre-NO! Tristan pulls the referee out! He bludgeons the ref in the head with a wicked shot, sending him to the floor.
Tristan looks at Walsh, flipping him off, and Shawn darts out of the ring, chasing him around. Tristan slides back inside, as does Walsh, who catches boots to the back of the head. Shawn tries to take Tristan down to the mat, but Novak avoids it and fires more kicks to his head and midsection. Novak runs to the ropes and grabs Walsh again and connects with a spinning neckbreaker, driving him into the canvas. A new referee runs down to the ring as Tristan makes the cover, hooking both legs, but he only gets two. He yells at the referee for being so slow, but hardly has time to form a coherent argument, as Michaels grabs him from behind with a Dragon Suplex! He bridges for a two count. Walsh returns to his feet and slaps Alex in the face. He attempts the Breath Stopper but gets shoved chest-first into the corner. Alex grabs Walsh from behind and nails a sick Blue Thunder Driver that gets him a two count before Novak breaks THAT move up. Tristan pulls Alex in and attempts the Abolition, but he gets shoved off. Novak ducks under a lariat attempt from Alex, springs off the middle rope, and catches him with a quebrada DDT. Another cover by Tristan gets two before Walsh lifts him off the pin and slams him into the mat with a wheelbarrow suplex. The crowd cheers Walsh as he goes to the top rope and leaps off – Flying Elbow on Novak! A cover gets him two…
All three men are pulling out all the stops, but it’s so difficult to get a pinfall when you’ve got another man there to break it up. Walsh and Alex exchange a few forearms and chops before Novak jumps onto Alex’s shoulders with a Poison Rana! Michaels gets driven hard into the mat, and Tristan is back to his feet, ready to duck under an X Kick attempt from Walsh. He catches him with forearms and then a Chest Compactor/Reverse Lung Blower. Walsh holds his chest and neck, and Tristan rolls him toward the ropes. He reverts his attention to Alex and puts a few kicks to his back. He lifts Michaels and attempts the Abolition again, but Michaels twists one of his arms around and kicks him in the stomach. He pulls Tristan in and makes a motion for the Alex Michaels Experience. He lifts Tristan into the vertical suplex position, but Tristan flips out behind him. Michaels turns as Tristan mule kicks him in the stomach. Novak spins around and grabs Michaels in one fluid motion – Abolition! Tristan pulls Alex into a modified Dragon Sleeper, and as it looks like Alex is about to tap, Shawn Walsh X Kicks the referee in the face! Walsh looks at Tristan, whose countenance of disappointment says it all, as The Hardcore Legend flips Tristan off, repaying him for earlier. Novak gets up and tries to attack, but Walsh is a step ahead, snapping off an enzuigiri! He pulls Tristan back to his feet – Breath Stopper! Walsh hooks the leg, but there’s again NO referee. Here comes a new one, sliding inside the ring… one, two, thr-NO! Tristan gets a shoulder up…
Walsh lifts Tristan back up and attempts a hangman’s neckbreaker. Tristan counters into a backslide that barely gets two. Novak’s still reeling and is easily caught off guard by an X Kick. Michaels returns to his feet, also weary, and he takes Walsh down by surprise with a Half Nelson Suplex. He grabs Shawn and tries to apply his modified Kimura, the Eclectic Lock, but Tristan is there to drop a leg on Alex’s head. He pulls him to his feet and then whips him into the corner. Tristan lifts Alex to the top rope, looking for a frankensteiner from the position. He attempts it, but Alex hooks onto the ropes to cause Tristan to backflip and land face-first on the mat. Michaels watches as Walsh grabs Tristan and whips him into another corner on the same side as Michaels. Walsh lifts Novak to the top and climbs up himself. Novak tries to fight it, but Shawn gets him and nails a tremendous superplex that sends both men to the middle of the ring. Michaels stands on the top rope as the fans cheer and get to their feet as well. Alex leaps off… and legdrops both simultaneously! The crowd erupts at the display of athleticism, and the three combatants are finally out of gas…
The referee waits on signs of life, and it’s Alex getting to his feet first. Walsh is up soon after. The two duke it out for a moment, while Novak crawls to the haven of a corner. He rests while witnessing Michaels connect with a few shots on Walsh. Alex pulls Walsh in and nails a snap suplex. He hooks the tights and pulls Shawn up again… another snap suplex. He lifts him for a third, but this time turns it into the Alex Michaels’ experience! One, two… Tristan’s there to break it up. It’s Abolition time… Or is it? Michaels counters… SCHWEIN! Tristan’s head gets driven into the mat, and Michaels decides it’s time to take to the skies. He climbs to the top rope, and Tristan slowly begins stirring, reaching his feet. Alex jumps off, but at the last possible instant, Tristan pulls the referee in front of him to take most of a missile dropkick by Alex Michaels, which knocks the referee out…
Tristan rolls out of the ring, and the fans are wondering what’s going on. Alex tries to revive the referee before motioning for another one to come in. Where the hell do they get these flimsy ass referees, anyway? One of the first two should be getting up… Oh, wait, Tristan is stumping mudholes in both of their asses on the outside. How nice. Wouldn’t want them to come back as zombies, would we? Walsh, not fully realizing the state of things, goes after Alex. The two men start exchanging fists again as Tristan slides inside the ring with a steel chair. He charges, looking to hit either man, but they side step and cause Novak to fall to the mat. The chair slides out of his grasp, and Walsh and Michaels realize they have a common enemy. Walsh and Alex start stomping Tristan at the same time before Alex lifts Novak and drives him into the turnbuckles. Walsh gets Irish whipped by Michaels into Novak, nailing a big splash. Alex then charges and fires a huge forearm to his jaw. Walsh grabs the steel chair and throws it Novak’s way. He catches it… X KICK! WHAT? Walsh swerves and kicks Michaels’ in the face! Tristan throws the chair, smacking Walsh in the head with it. He grabs Shawn and attempts the Abolition, but Shawn nails a back bodydrop.
Walsh rolls out of the ring, reaching under it to grab a ladder… Wait, didn’t we already see this? Well, Simpson’s ahead of them this time.
James Simpson:
NO! NO, DON’T YOU DARE! STOP RIGHT THERE, SHAWN! I’d expect these kinds of shenanigans from Drake Vinaldi and Will Bauer, but not from you there. Stop it! What the hell has gotten into everybody lately?
By now, Michaels and Novak are at least semi-conscious and standing, watching Simpson speak.
James Simpson:
by now, it’s obvious that no matter how hard I try, no matter what I do, you three aren’t going to be content until you kill yourselves trying to get the better of each other. That’s why at Steel City Showdown, live from Pittsburgh, the Traditional Championship is going to be up for grabs… in a triple threat… HARDCORE match. You want to use weapons? You want to defile the tradition of wrestling? Go ahead! Just make damn sure you three realize what you’re doing, because I know this one’s going to get WAY out of hand…
The image of James Simpson on the video screen cuts away as we go to the image of Daniel Shine sitting in his locker room, undoing his wrist tape. He sighs as Komodo pats his back.
Daniel Shine:
I can’t wait till I get my hands on Bruce, but I still feel bad that… Rob Cavallo… of all people… is walking around here, stirring up sh*t. It really gets me, Jack. Just… pisses me off. The nerve he has, duping Scarlett and confusing her. Tricking her into believing she’s on his side. It’s bullsh*t. Utter bullsh*t.
Jack chuckles as he walks around, sitting next to Shine. He faces him.
Komodo:
Dan, Lance isn’t here. He probably won’t even see this. You can cut the hero act now.
Dan gets up, a bit offended.
Daniel Shine:
It isn’t an act!
Shine tips the seat he was on over, staring angrily at Jack. Komodo also stands, and the two stare face to face.
Daniel Shine:
You may think I’m after Lance’s belt, but believe me. If I happen to get a title shot, it’s because I earned it. Rob Cavallo never earned a damn thing. He’s a lousy piece of sh*t and he’s duped everyone into believing he’s not only worthy of facing Lance Van Leer, but more importantly… he’s tricked Scarlett, Lance’s wife, into believing she doesn’t want to be with him anymore. You don’t get it, Jack. You just… you don’t understand. What he did today is no different than what he’s been doing for years. He’s a conniving piece of sh*t, and I hate to see him roaming this planet.
He crossed the line, man. You can mess with a guy’s record… You can mess with a guy’s title. You can even mess with a guy’s mind, but you DON’T… f*ck… with a guy’s girl, especially somebody you used to call a friend. I don’t expect you to understand, Jack…
Shine turns away from Komodo, who sneers a bit.
Komodo:
Yeah, don’t expect me to understand, because you take your familial problems and your high school drama and shove it. I didn’t come to Pro Wrestling Warriors to look after some dude who just got his heart stomped on by some slut. I came here to fight the best and become a champion.
And another thing… You’re so pissed at Rob for playing that video.
Shine’s eyes bulge. He turns to Komodo, knowing what he’s about to say.
Komodo:
HE didn’t play the footage, Dan. I did. I did it to show Scarlett that her boyfriend is doing just fine without her. You think a woman is going to go back to a man who’s crippled? You think Scarlett’s going o be attracted to a guy who’s practically on the verge of SUICIDE over this sh*t? You claim to want what’s best for him, but you don’t even KNOW what’s best for him. So take your self-righteous attitude, your manic-depressive demeanor, and your “feelings” and stick it, because you can keep all that sh*t, and I’ll take the pride, the glory… and the gold.
Jack leaves, slamming the door to the locker room shut behind him, as Shine stares in disbelief of what a total assh*le Komodo has become…
OOC: There you be.
TD Banknorth Garden – Boston Massachusetts – 19,500
[05.17.07]
Pro Wrestling Warriors “War” is brought to you by Month Old Franks – the hotdogs with experience.
Written by The Mystery Team:
We open up WAR seeing a limo pull up to the arena with the license plate PWW1. The driver comes out and opens the back door as we see James Simpson step out. He looks around and sees Carl Tuckerson standing outside. He walks over to him.
James Simpson:
Tuckerson, is everything set up like I requested?
Carl Tuckerson:
Yes sir, everything is ready.
Simpson:
Good.
Simpson turns to the cameraman.
Simpson:
Cut that damn camera off.
We cut to the opening video for WAR and then all the pyro goes off. The announcers run down tonight’s card and we then cut to Carl Tuckerson standing by in the back. He adjusts his tie as he realizes that the camera is on.
Tuckerson:
I’m here with the newest additions to the PWW roster…ummm….
Tuckerson goes quiet as the camera stays focused on his face. The camera remains at Tuckerson’s face for the entire interview..
Tuckerson:
So, just who are you guys anyways?
Guy # 1:
Now Carl, if we told you that, we wouldn’t be classified as a mystery team, would we?
Tuckerson:
No, I suppose not. What are your feelings on your opponents, Murderous Intent?
Guy # 2:
We’ve been all over this world. From Boston to Miami; from Tokyo to London. Finally we have arrived in Pro Wrestling Warriors. Tonight, right here in this little nothing town of Providence, Rhode Island we will show the world why we are the best tag team ever in this business by beating the PWW Tag Champs.
Guy # 1:
Damn right. I mean look at who we have to face. One guy is some former big shot from Italy and the other is another one of these kids who claim to be straight edge. I am so f*cking tired of that crap.
Guy # 2:
I know what you’re saying, it seems like every time one person does something, it sets a whole new trend for every single person to follow. It happens all the damn time where we live, Carl. Soon, there are going people wearing goofy ass ties trying to ask everyone stupid questions that deserve equally stupid answers because people see you every week on War. But we are hear to take over PWW. There is going to be a lot less time for you Carl, and a lot less time for everyone else, because we are coming to dominate.
Guy # 1:
Haha, that’s right. And we know people are out there that don’t agree with us, but none of those folks are fit to wipe our asses because of how incredibly talented we are.
Guy # 2:
And don’t forget to mention how ravishingly attractive I am…
Guy # 1:
Ha, how could I forget.
The entire time the two guys are talking, the camera is still transfixed on Carl Tuckerson, who looks more and more perplexed as the men talk.
Guy # 1:
Well Carl, it looks like you have taken up enough of our time. We gotsta get down to some important matters.
Guy # 2:
Yeah, adios.
Footsteps are heard as the two men walk away, and Carl shrugs and walks off camera. We cut to the ring.
Match one:
Matt Galaxy versus Cameron Mitchell
Exhibition: Singles
Things get kicked off tonight with a couple of fresh faces to Pro Wrestling Warriors, two youngsters with everything to gain and nothing to lose. The brooding Cameron Mitchell seems less enthusiastic about his debut than Matt Galaxy, a man whose name is synonymous with UFOs and the like. Galaxy starts things off quickly with a few deep armdrags on Cameron. Galaxy gets caught with a big forearm and Mitchell whips him into the ropes. He charges, but gets caught with a boot to the face, and Matt goes to the top. He jumps off for a crossbody, but Cameron dropkicks him in the stomach. Mitchell laughs at his fallen foe and kicks him a few times in the ribcage. Mitchell lifts Galaxy to his feet before slapping him. Galaxy staggers into the corner, and Mitchell goes to work with slaps to the face, embarrassing the young lad. He fires a stiff chop to his chest, but Galaxy responds in kind. Matt attempts a big shot, but Cameron ducks under and connects with a German suplex, dropping Galaxy on his head. Mitchell gets to his feet and connects with a standing moonsault for two. The crowd applauds.
Mitchell lifts Galaxy to his feet and whips him into the ropes. He attempts a tiltawhirl backbreaker, but Galaxy counters into a nice headscissors takeover that sends Cameron sliding out of the ring. Matt runs off the opposite ropes and returns with a tope con hilo! That one wipes them both out on the outside floor. Galaxy returns to his feet and lets out a yell as the crowd rallies behind him. He lifts Cameron to his feet and chops him in the chest before whipping him into the guardrails. Galaxy places a chair in front of Mitchell and goes to the other side of the aisle at ringside. He charges, leaps off the chair, and attempts a leg lariat, but Cameron moves out of the way, and Galaxy crashes against the steel crowd protector! The crowd groans and feels his pain. Mitchell grins and smashes Galaxy’s face off the steel chair before rolling him back inside. He climbs to the top rope and leaps off – huge leg drop! Cameron puts Galaxy’s shoulders on the mat for two.
He follows with a few stomps to the thigh that collided with the steel before lifting Galaxy and back suplexing him into the mat again. Cameron gloats to the crowd, making a motion with his hand for them to cheer him on, before flipping them off and grating the sole of his boot against Matt’s face. Cameron lifts Galaxy to his feet before hooking an arm around his neck and dropping his back against his own with a modified neckbreaker/backbreaker. He hooks the near leg for a two count. This doesn’t deter Mitchell, as he fires a few kicks to Matt’s side and lifts him to his feet. Galaxy gets whipped across the ring into the corner, and Cameron attempts a big clothesline. Matt sidesteps, and as Cameron crashes against the corner, Galaxy gets his second wind, running across the ring before darting all the way back with the Stellar Splash! Cameron gets squashed, and Galaxy hoists him to the top rope. He sets up a superplex from the position, but Cameron fires a few shots to the ribcage. He throws Matt off and sets up a Shooting Star Press. Cameron flips off, but Galaxy gets his knees up! Mitchell falls off, clutching his stomach, and the two men get some much-needed rest as the crowd cheers them on.
Galaxy returns to his feet first, but Cameron is the aggressor, charging with a big knee to the back. He turns Matt around and fires a big forearm to the jaw before attempting a DDT. Matt fires some shots to the ribcage and shoves him off. He attempts an enzuigiri, but Mitchell ducks under and grabs his legs afterward and hooks him into a submission hold. He pulls back on his arms… Curb stomp! Galaxy’s face bounces off the mat, and Cameron releases the hold, grabbing Galaxy into an Oklahoma Roll for a very close near fall. He lifts Matt to his feet, but Galaxy catches him off guard with a jab and a wheel kick. Cameron staggers back, and Galaxy charges, looking for a huracarrana. Cameron counters into a sit-down powerbomb. He drags Galaxy to the corner and starts climbing to the top, most likely preparing for the Stage Dive. Galaxy gets to his feet and crotches Mitchell on the top rope. Galaxy runs up the ropes and leaps – super huracarrana! Both men go down!
The crowd is cheering them both on again now, and Galaxy crawls to his feet first. He grabs Cameron, but Mitchell resorts to an eye poke to regain the momentum. Mitchell runs to Galaxy and jumps onto his shoulders for a huracarrana, but Galaxy spins him around, and Cameron now faces the same direction. He attempts to bend backward with a poison rana, but Galaxy shows incredible strength by pulling him back to the top of his head. Cameron attempts to get off Galaxy’s shoulders with the victory roll, but Matt is able to hook both of Mitchell’s legs and drop back – INTERGLOBULAR DRIVAAAHHH~! He falls back, exhausted from the match, and the arena cheers the two men on. Galaxy makes the cover… one, two, thre-NO! Cameron kicks out! The crowd can’t believe it, and neither can Galaxy, who asks the referee if it was three. He lifts Mitchell back to his feet, or tries, but Mitchell connects with a jawbreaker. Galaxy staggers into the ropes and Mitchell charges. Galaxy sidesteps and grabs Cameron from behind, rolling him into a schoolboy, but it only gets him two and a half.
Matt seems ready to end things as he attempts the Conspiracy Theory. Cameron shows some incredible technical skill by flipping out of it and attempting The Breakdown. Galaxy ducks that and shoves Cameron off, and the two men are out of the weird entanglement of counters. Galaxy runs into a kick to the stomach and a snap DDT from Cameron, who takes to the skies yet again. He’s yet to find success from doing so, but this time he seems determined, as he quickly scales to the top rope and flips off – The Stage Dive! He connects with the small of Galaxy’s back and rolls him over. One, two, three! Cameron scores an impressive victory in his debut tonight…
Winner: Cameron Mitchell via Pinfall at 14:25
Mitchell is content with his victory, but not overly excited, as he watches his opponent slowly get to his feet. Cameron smirks and exits the ring…
Match two:
Brett Stokes versus TJ Williams
Exhibition: Singles
Maria is at ringside to cheer her man on for his match against Williams, who is seeking revenge. Neither of these two like each other, but the argument last week has sparked the fuse to a powder keg that’s about to explode. The two start the match off with a few reversals and exchanges of power. Stokes tries a top wristlock, but Williams powers out into a hammerlock. Stokes gets out of that and hiptosses Williams over, but he cartwheels and lands on his feet, showing some agility. The two men lock up this time, collar and elbow style, with Williams forcing his smaller opponent into the corner. He goes for a chop, but Brett ducks under and pats his hair. He goes over to Maria, who lets him have a bit of hairspray, before handing him an object out of the referee’s vision, which gets dropped into Stokes’ tights. Williams and Stokes circle the ring, with another lock up. This time Stokes pulls Williams into a side headlock. TJ shoves Brett into the ropes and takes him down with a shoulderblock on his return. He bounces off the other set of ropes and jumps over a prone Stokes on the mat, ducks under a leapfrog on his return, and blocks a hiptoss. Classic wrestling exchange. Williams knees Stokes in the stomach and attempts a rocker dropper, but Stokes flips him over. Williams lands on his feet and lariats Stokes into the canvas. He hooks the leg, but Brett easily kicks out.
Williams pulls Stokes to his feet and whips him into the corner, charging with a big clothesline that rocks him. He whips him into the opposite corner and tries it again, but Brett gets a foot up to the jaw and connects with a running, spinning neckbreaker that takes his opponent down. The Idol gets to his feet and nails a leg drop before covering for two. He fires a few shots to Williams, who rolls out of the ring to evade. On the outside, he seemingly stalks Maria Rounds, who walks around the ring, making sure to keep her distance from the man who certainly wants to hurt her now. Williams slides back inside the ring, and Stokes ambushes him with a knee to the side of the head. He fires a few shots and tries whipping Williams into the ropes. That gets reversed into a knee to the stomach and a Side Russian Legsweep. Williams gets another two count on Stokes. TJ lifts Brett to his feet and nails a chop to the chest that reverberates throughout the arena. Williams connects with a European Uppercut that dazes Stokes. He runs off the opposite ropes and attempts a clothesline, but Brett ducks and nails a crucifix roll-up driver! One, two, thr-NO! Williams kicks out.
The fans cheer the two men on as Stokes gets to his feet and tells TJ to get up if he wants to be a star. Williams is on his hands and knees, and Stokes nails a mushroom stomp, driving his face into the mat. Brett springs off the middle rope and nails an asai moonsault on Williams’ back before rolling him over and getting two. Brett goes over to Maria to talk strategy as Williams crawls over to one of his stock portfolios. He pulls out a big binder and turns, swinging at Stokes. Brett ducks under and connects with a kick to the stomach, forcing TJ to drop the binder. The referee kicks the binder toward the corner as Stokes nails a rocker dropper. He covers, and Maria yells at the referee to make the count. The ref tells Maria to get off the apron and let him do his job. Stokes gets up and gets into an argument with the referee as Williams grabs the binder again. Stokes turns around and gets bashed in the head with the binder and Williams slides it out of the ring. He hooks both legs and the referee makes the count…
Winner: TJ Williams via Pinfall at 9:28
Williams slides out of the ring and grabs his binder, hugging it. He reaches in and reveals a big brick, grinning as he walks backstage, laughing to himself a bit…
Match three:
Murderous Intent versus Mystery Team
Exhibition: Tag Team
Before the match begins, Studio 54, accompanied by Veronica Vasquez, are shown at ringside, sitting, preparing to scout the tag champs in action. They decline to join Avalio, Martinez, and Scoop on commentary, claiming they’re going to focus on this contest.
Murderous Intent waits very impatiently in the ring on their mystery opponents. A collective groan is heard as the Best. Tag Team. Ever.’s music hits, and the crowd starts throwing debris onto the entrance ramp. But then the music stops. A few seconds pass before Big Pimpin’ by Jay-Z. Some members of the audience recognize the debuting duo of Michael Vista and Johnny Reed as two diamonds in the rough from Revolutionary Hardcore Wrestling, the team known as The Grandstands! The two men strut to the ring arrogantly as the tag champs remain rather unimpressed. Vista and Reed slide inside the ring as Vinaldi and Bauer go after them. Bauer and Vista exchange some forearms as Vinaldi attempts a wheel kick on Reed, only to watch him duck and take Drake down with a heel trip. Drake gets dropkicked through the ropes, sending him to the floor, as the two men double team Bauer. The fans watch Vista lift Will onto his shoulders into a Samoan Drop as Reed rebounds off the ropes with a spinning neckbreaker, dropping him. Bauer rolls out of the ring to join his tag partner. The crowd gets behind The Grandstands as Vista gets on his hands and knees and Reed runs off the opposite set of ropes, jumping off his partner’s back with a no hands plancha suicida that wipes out the reigning tag champs on the outside! The three men are slow to their feet, but once they get there, this 240 plus pound man dives over the top rope with a huge plancha that takes out all three men, including his partner.
The crowd cheers the Grandstands as they get to their feet, even though they’re going against Murderous Intent. Bauer and Vinaldi get to their feet, realizing they’re being presented with a real challenge for the first time in weeks. Bauer clubs Vista from behind and whips him into the steel guardrail, getting a pop from the crowd. The two men continue slugging it on the outside as Vinaldi rolls Reed inside the ring and the two men meet in the center. Drake nails a few leg kicks on Reed, stunning him. Johnny responds with an open handed slap to the chest and whips Drake into the ropes. He tries a back bodydrop, but Vinaldi leaps over for a sunset flip. Reed rolls through and dropkicks the seated tag champ. Meanwhile, Vista has just connected with a snap suplex on the floor on Bauer. He gets on the apron and makes a tag into Reed. Vista comes into the ring to meet Drake with an international exchange. He lays into Vinaldi with a few rights and lefts, showing some impressive strength, but Drake responds by a roundhouse kick that nearly takes his opponent’s head off. Vista goes down, and Drake jumps into the air – Lunatic High! He makes the cover, but Reed is there to break it up. Bauer slides inside the ring and grabs the unsuspecting Reed from behind and launches him overhead with a belly to back suplex.
Bauer and Vinaldi grab Vista and whip him into the ropes at the same time. He rebounds and ducks under a conjoined lariat before taking both Vinaldi and Bauer down with a pair of lariats. Vista lifts Drake to his feet and grabs him from behind before delivering the Deadline! He rakes Bauer’s eyes and kicks him in the shin. Well, that’s effective, but certainly very mean. Vista rebounds off the ropes… and takes the Ultraviolent Radiation of Will Bauer! That clothesline nearly took his head off! Will makes the cover, but Reed is there to break it up with a flying legdrop to the back of the head, right in the nick of time. He rolls Bauer off and makes the cover, getting two. Reed attempts to Stop the Presses, but Bauer counters with a backbreaker. Johnny grabs his back, and Vinaldi follows up by lifting him to his feet and drilling him with the Backdrop Driver! Reed wisely rolls out of the ring, and Drake follows. All chaos has broken loose, but the referee declares Bauer and Vista the legal men as this match FINALLY really gets LEGALLY underway here.
Vista and Bauer exchange shots, with Bauer getting the better of newcomer Michael Vista. He whips Vista into the ropes and nails a flapjack, getting cheers from the crowd. Bauer crouches down, waiting on Vista to get to his feet for another Ultraviolent Radiation, but Reed trips Bauer from behind and slides his legs back… Make a wish, Bauer! He gets crotched on the turnbuckle post by Johnny Reed. Vinaldi attacks Reed from behind with a few kicks to the legs and nails a backdrop driver on the floor! The crowd goes nuts as Vinaldi returns to his feet, in rage. Vista pulls Bauer out of the corner and uses his pained state to deliver his modified bulldog – Lights! He keeps the momentum flowing as Bauer dazedly reaches his feet, by connecting with the Camera! He grabs Bauer into the reverse neckbreaker position with an arm at his side and spins him into Action! Vista makes the cover, but Vinaldi comes off the top rope with the Lunatic High, crashing down on Vista’s back!
Drake watches Vista crawl off Bauer, in agony, and delivers the Killing Blow, kicking him so hard in the face that I swear I saw teeth fly out of his mouth. Drake rolls him over… one, two, thre-WHAT?! Nick Nexus slides the referee out of the ring. He argues with him for a moment as Trent Taurus slides a steel chair inside. He runs inside himself and ambushes Drake from behind with a shot to the back of the head. He whips Vinaldi into the turnbuckles and brings him down to the lower one with a few punches. Trent places a foot on Drake’s throat before grabbing the steel chair. He takes a few steps back before charging Vinaldi and baseball slide dropkicking the chair into Drake’s face! The fans boo as Taurus rolls out of the ring with the chair, and Vista gets to his feet. The referee is back inside as Bauer slowly gets back up. Reed is once again inside, and Vista grabs Bauer from behind into a Wheelbarrow Suplex. He lifts Bauer and Reed brings him down with the Headliner to complete the Stealing the Spotlight! The two men dog pile on Bauer and get the victory.
Winners: The Grandstands via Pinfall at 16:04
The fans boo as the Grandstands get to their feet and celebrate. Studio 54, not content with letting them steal the spotlight, attacks them from behind. Nexus and Taurus shove Reed out of the way and go after the big man, Vista. He manages to fend them off for a moment before succumbing due to the fatigue of a match. Taurus grabs Vista into a complete shot as Nexus nails an enzuigiri – Get Well Soon! Vista goes down, but an enraged Vinaldi gets to his feet. Torpedo Dropkick to Taurus! He flies halfway across the ring, and a panicked Nexus flees the squared circle. Vinaldi rolls out of the ring, chasing after him, but he goes to the other side. Vinaldi slides a table inside the ring and gets back in. He sets the table up in the corner of the ring as Nexus grabs a ladder from underneath the ring and slides it inside there as well. Taurus is back to his feet, and Drake tries to backdrop drive him. Trent battles with a few elbows to the back of the head and runs to the ropes. He returns, expecting to nail Vinaldi, but Reed blasts him in the head with a chair! Taurus goes down, and Reed drops the chair, screaming into his face. Vinaldi sees Bauer slide in the ring behind Johnny and they set him up – Total Elimination! Reed gets blasted to smithereens, as the reigning champs stand tall for a moment, until Nexus and Vista attack them from behind. It must be a Hispanic thing. Vista rolls Vinaldi onto the table as Nexus climbs to the top. Bauer drops Vista onto the mat with a Spinal Tap 2K7 before tipping the ladder over, sending Nexus falling off the top and over the top rope, crashing onto the other men who just “happened” to find their way outside! The fans cheer as Vinaldi and Bauer grab their tag titles and stand tall at the end of this brawl. The four opposing members of two tag teams argue on the outside until a familiar voice is heard.
James Simpson:
COOL YOUR JETS!
Yes, that’s the voice of the CEO of PWW, James Simpson, whose face is seen on the video screen. Simpson shakes his head with shame.
James Simpson:
It’s fine and well that we’ve finally got a couple of viable contenders for those tag titles, because everybody knows how much it pains me to see you two holding any gold in this company, but I’ll be damned if we’re going to have chaotic brawls on MY television show! You three want to get in the ring and toss weapons around, that’s fine by me, but you’re gonna do it on a night when I can make a ton of money about it… And don’t we have one of those nights coming up? Oh, that’s right. Steel City Showdown, live from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. You three are going to meet in a… Well, let’s see, you’ve got… some chairs in the ring… a ladder… I see a table… Well, why not just make it a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match between all three teams? In fact, let’s make it a Fall to Crawl Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match, that way it really means something. Now get out of my ring. There’s a match up next.
The Grandstands and Studio 54 argue a bit before Studio 54 leaves with Veronica Vasquez. We cut to a commercial break from the reigning tag champs holding their titles in the ring.
Match four:
Roderick Brookes versus Richard Storrs
Exhibition: Singles
Richard had Robert stay away from the ring for this one, telling him he’s a liability. Brookes and Storrs start things off with a game of cat and mouse. Roderick tries to grab Richard, but he sidesteps quickly. Brookes goes for a leg kick, but again Storrs avoids it. Richard, however, can’t avoid Brookes backing him into the corner and laying into him with open hand shots. Storrs responds with a few kicks to the legs, but Roderick absorbs those before grabbing Rich into a bearhug. Rich fights out of it with a stomp to the foot and fires a few forearms to the face of his worthy adversary. Storrs tries to whip the beastly Brookes into the ropes, but Roderick pulls him in for a short-arm lariat. He lifts Richard to his feet and throws a few knees into his chest and face. Richard swings back with punches to the stomach, but Roderick cuts his offense off with a sharp knee to the stomach and a belly to back suplex. He makes the cover for the first pin attempt, barely getting two. Roderick places Storrs into a seated position and chops the back of his neck. He does it again and again, with repeated, stiff chops, before fiercely kicking him in the chest. Richard rolls back, holding his chest in pain, and Roderick rebounds off the ropes with a big knee to the chest, making another cover for two.
Roderick lifts Richard again, but this time Storrs connects with a flurry of rights and lefts, catching Mr. Killjoy off guard. He runs to the middle ropes and returns with a spinning heel kick that takes Brookes off his feet. Richard covers Brookes, but before a count can be made, he starts dropping forearms and punches on his head. Brookes throws Richard off and gets to his feet. Storrs charges at him, but Brookes grabs him and launches him overhead with a tremendous belly-to-belly suplex. Richard grabs the back of his head, but he keeps coming, getting back to his feet. Brookes charges and connects with a stiff kick to the jaw that sends Storrs staggering through the ropes and outside. He falls to the floor, limp, as Brookes rolls out of the ring. He grabs Storrs by his head and places him in a chair near the guardrail. He goes to the other side of the aisle and prepares to charge. Storrs is dazed in the chair, and Brookes charges… OLE KICK! Storrs’ face gets booted against the steel guardrail, and Brookes grins with malice. He throws Richard back inside the ring and makes a cover, getting two.
Brookes pulls Storrs back to his feet and whips him into the corner. He tries a clothesline, but Richard ducks under. Brookes turns and takes a swift kick to the stomach. Storrs tries to lift Brookes into a Brainbuster, but he blocks it with his weight. Richard fires a few uppercuts to Brookes’ abdomen and tries again. He finally stomps on his foot and manages to hook his leg and nails a Fisherman’s Buster! Storrs makes the pin, but Brookes kicks out at two. Richard gets to his feet and lifts Brookes to his as well. Roderick starts swinging, but Richard is able to cut him off by gouging his eyes. He connects with a reverse bulldog, driving Roderick back into the canvas. Richard goes to the top rope, setting up a big move, but Brookes shoves the ref into the ropes and crotches Richard. He climbs to the top, looking for some type of high risk move, but Storrs grabs him around the neck… SUPER TORNADO DDT! The crowd explodes at the move as both men lie on the mat. Richard makes the eventual cover, but Brookes gets a foot on the rope before three, narrowly avoiding defeat.
Richard is back to his feet and yells at Brookes to get up. He knees him in the head and fires a few punches. Brookes responds with stiff slaps and strikes. He nails a huge European Uppercut, followed by a spinning back elbow. Brookes flings Storrs into the corner with an Irish whip and gets ready. CHARRRGING EURO UPPERCUT! Brookes nails it! Richard is dazed and gets hoisted to the top rope. Brookes nails a big palm strike and climbs to the middle ropes, and then the top, preparing a Superplex. Storrs isn’t done yet, and he fires forearms and punches to the jaw. A big European Uppercut sends Brookes down to the mat, and Richard leaps off… elbow to the chest! Richard makes the cover, but Brookes throws him off at two. Richard gets to his feet and sees Brookes returning to his. He runs to the ropes… Brookes catches him with a lariatoooo! Storrs flips and lands on the back of his head! Brookes folds him into a pin, but Storrs miraculously kicks out at two.
Roderick signals it’s time for the finish and lifts Richard to his feet. Storrs nails a big forearm that sends Roderick dazedly staggering backward into the ropes. He flips off… REBOUND LARIAT! He covers again, but Storrs once again kicks out. Roderick pulls him up to his feet and then to his shoulders. He’s looking for the Wake The F*ck Up! Storrs gouges Brookes’ eyes and lands on his feet in front of him. Storrs connects with a HUGE Euro Uppercut that dazes Roderick. Brookes staggers back again, trying the Rebound Lariat once more, but Storrs blocks it with a dropkick! Storrs attempts the Dollar Mark, but Brookes locks on the cobra clutch! He’s going for the Lock N Load. Storrs fires with back elbows and stomps his foot. He grabs Roderick into a three-quarter facelock and attempts the Dollar Mark, but at the peak of the move, Roderick throws him onto his shoulders and, in one fluid motion, drives him off and delivers a vicious knee strike to Wake Richard Storrs the F*ck Up! He hooks the legs and gets the victory…
Winner: Roderick Brookes via Pinfall at 14:56
Brookes gets to his feet, his hand raised, but he shoves the referee away. Roderick seems pretty satisfied with his victory, and he taunts Richard a bit, paintbrushing the back of his head. Storrs, enraged, uppercuts Brookes between the legs with a low blow! He fires a few shots to Roderick’s head and starts gouging his eyes. Storrs fires a kick between the legs this time and nails a snapping DDT. Richard rolls out of the ring, cursing up a storm at his loss, but he was the one who stood tall at the end of night…
Match five:
Michael Simons versus Seth Sinister
Exhibition: Hardcore
Seth Sinister goes to the ring, ready for a fight. He’s wielding a steel chair in one hand, and his other hand is clenched as a fist. Sinister awaits Michael Simons’ entrance per his music, but he doesn’t come out… Suddenly, the video screen changes to the image of Michael Simons, sitting on a metal folding chair. The rest of the scene is unclear, but he chuckles before beginning.
Michael Simons:
Seth, I heard your little speech earlier… You’re through, aren’t you? You honestly think you’re done being a part of it. Heh, you don’t’ realize. This movement… it’s bigger than you. It’s bigger than me; it’s bigger than us. But not for long. Soon, I will bring the body Entertainment Establishment to its knees, as it begs… begs for mercy. It begins.
The camera zooms out to reveal Michael Simons sitting in front of Roscoe, the cardboard cutout of David Schwimmer, to which we’ve grown accustomed as Seth Sinister’s inanimate friend.
Simons reaches underneath the chair and reveals a bottle of lighter fluid. He calmly and silently walks over to the cutout and begins pouring lighter fluid as Sinister’s face, at first, tries to remain emotionless.
Michael Simons:
It hurts, Seth. I know it does. You say you’re through, and I can see in your eyes… You’re still part of them. Until you’re freed of… this nonsense… you can never progress. There will only be stagnation. I’m going to burn down the Sanctuary of Sports-Entertainment once and for all.
Simons throws the empty bottle of lighter fluid on the ground of the parking lot before grabbing a matchbook and striking it. He holds the flame close… closer… closer… and we cut to darkness. Seth screams and slides out of the ring, darting backstage. The camera follows as he rounds the corner and makes a run for the parking lot. He gets there, but it’s too late. The image of Roscoe burning in the moonlight is shown. Seth grabs a conveniently placed fire extinguisher and quenches the flames. He drops to his knees, holding his head in disbelief, when the voice of Michael Simons is heard.
Michael Simons:
Free yourself, Seth. It’s the only step toward salvation!
Seth clenches his teeth angrily and grabs the steel chair, chasing after Simons. The two run into the center of the parking lot, with lots of cars around them. Seth throws the chair at Simons, missing him narrowly and hitting a vehicle. The alarm starts blaring, and Simons grabs his ears in pain. Seth charges him and tackles him into a support beam. He swings at Simons, but Michael ducks under, and Seth punches the beam. He grabs his fist in pain, and Michael grabs him, delivering a t-bone suplex. He gets to his feet and grabs the fire extinguisher. Simons waits on Seth to get to his feet and sprays him in the face with the mixture. Seth chokes and can hardly breathe until Simons throws the canister aside and boots Sinister in the head. He lifts Seth to his feet and attempts a DDT, but Seth shoves him away. A referee is shown on scene, watching the two combat, as this is a hardcore match and everything is legal. Sinister follows Simons toward a large 18 wheeler. Simons climbs up the back, going onto the roof, and Seth follows him. Simons stomps on Seth’s already bruised, possibly broken, hand as he tries to climb on the eighteen wheeler. Seth hangs precariously from the top, and Simons stomps his other hand, causing Seth to fall to the floor. Simons stands atop the massive vehicle, laughing at him. He climbs down the back and opens the doors. Simons goes inside as the cameraman has a hard time keeping track of the darkness. Seth goes inside as well, and struggle can be heard. After a few seconds pass, a loud clang is heard, and Seth falls out of the truck, bleeding from his forehead. Simons walks out, wielding the shovel from his infamous segment a couple weeks ago. He drops it on the cement, creating another loud clanging sound. Michael covers, inevitably getting the three count.
Winner: Michael Simons via Pinfall
Simons chuckles and walks away, leaving the bloodied Sinister behind… How cruel.
We cut to the backstage area where Daniel Shine is doing some pre-match stretches, with Komodo and an unnamed black man in the background, wearing a singlet. A knock is heard as Carl Tuckerson walks inside.
Daniel Shine:
What do you want, tuck-me-in-at-night-with-a-big-strong-man?
Tuckerson sighs.
Carl Tuckerson:
Well, Rob Cavallo was very vocal about his feelings before the match, so I just assumed you’d be the same way…
Daniel Shine:
People who assume suck, Carl. Now’s neither the time or place for lessons, however. I will tell you one thing that’s on my mind – making Rob Cavallo pay. What he did, what he’s doing, is none of his damn business. He’s interjecting himself into personal affairs. This is something I know all about, Carl. I’ve been the victim of this kinda crap too often. You hit a rough patch with your girl, and then some suave, nice-at-first, Johnny Come Lately swoops in to pick up the remains of YOUR girl. Well, not anymore, Tuckerson. I’m standing up for all the Lance Van Leers out there.
Komodo starts laughing.
Daniel Shine:
What’s so damn funny?
Komodo:
You, Dan. You and your “hero” act. Nobody buys into it. We all know you’re only doing this to get closer to LVL and closer to his title. At least I’m honest. I made my intentions clear. You may think I’m a snake in the grass, but I’m not the one deceiving him now. You are. But please, continue. So, how many girlfriends have you had stolen from you?
Daniel Shine:
That’s none of your business.
Komodo:
Come on, man, I won’t laugh. I swear.
Daniel Shine:
It’s hard to remember, you know. After you steal Colleen from a guy, they all seem to pale in comparison.
Komodo’s jovial expression fades, and he grows quiet. The silence and tension in the room is broken up by the black dude’s laughter.
Carl Tuckerson:
And who is this?
Black Dude:
I-
Daniel Shine:
That’s unimportant right now. He’ll be introduced when we’re good and ready, right, James? Now, Carl, get the hell out of my way. I have some ass to kick.
Shine shoves Carl aside and heads toward the ring, and that’s where the cameras cut back to viewing…
Match six:
Daniel Shine versus Rob Cavallo
Exhibition: Singles
Shine and Cavallo circle the ring before moving into a lock up. Shine pulls Rob into a side headlock, then floats nicely into a hammerlock. He pulls Cavallo back into another side headlock and flips him into the mat. Dan quickly moves to a waistlock on Cavallo and lifts him to his feet before throwing him into the canvas with a takedown. He floats all around him while paint brushing his head humiliatingly. Cavallo covers up as Dan gets to his feet and yells at him to get up before kicking him in the back of the head. He stomps him a few more times before screaming at him to get up, yelling that he’ll make him pay. Cavallo gets to his feet and shoots Shine for a single leg takedown. Shine quickly avoids it and spins around Cavallo into la Majistral for two. Dan gets back to his feet and grabs Cavallo into another headlock. This time Rob fires forearms and shoves Dan into the ropes… or so he thinks. Shine grabs hold of his hair and pulls himself back into the side headlock. Rob shoves Shine into the ropes this time, and Shine comes back. They meet in the center of the ring with shoulderblocks, neither man budging. Cavallo motions for Shine to go to the ropes, and he does. Rob drops down, hoping to trip Dan up, but he leaps over and rebounds off the opposite set. Dan gets caught with a big dropkick from Rob, sending him back into the ropes. Cavallo chops Shine in the chest, and Dan responds in kind. The two men exchange chops and forearms until Shine catches him with a kick to the stomach and bounces Rob’s head off the top turnbuckle pad. He turns Cavallo into the turnbuckles and fires a few shoulders into his spine. He lifts Rob to the top rope and attempts a back superplex, but Cavallo immediately back elbows him and connects with a moonsault onto the standing Shine.
Cavallo makes the cover and Dan kicks out quickly at two. Rob ducks under a clothesline attempt and connects with a wheel kick on his return, taking Shine down. He nails a standing shooting star press, surprising some people, and gets another two count. Cavallo fires rights to Shine’s head and whips him into the corner. He nails a big leg lariat, catching Dan in the jaw, and follows by dropkicking Shine in the corner again, causing Dan to fall to the lower corner. Cavallo gets a little arrogant and struts to the other side of the ring. He charges Dan and dropkicks him in the jaw while in the lower corner. Cavallo walks away again and tries the dropkick one time, but it was one time too many. Shine moves out of the way, and Cavallo splits his legs on the turnbuckle post. Shine goes outside and smacks one of Cavallo’s legs off the turnbuckle post, causing him some knee problems. Cavallo hobbles back inside the ring, and Shine comes back inside, clipping his leg with a chop block. He grabs Rob and twists his leg into a modified half crab. Cavallo fights to the ropes quickly, and Shine holds the move, proclaiming I HAVE TILL FIVE, REFEREE! He does let go before a DQ and fires a few kicks to Cavallo’s leg. Rob slides out of the ring and hobbles on the outside. Shine uncharacteristically vaults over the top rope with a plancha, wiping Cavallo and himself out on the floor. Dan gets back to his feet and takes a bow, getting booed for his cockiness.
Robbie C limps a bit, and Shine clips him on the outside with a chop block. Shine rolls back inside the ring and lets the referee count as Rob slowly returns to the ring. He gets back inside at seven, and Dan fires a few more kicks to his leg before placing Cavallo’s foot on the lower rope and dropping all his weight down onto it with a big elbow drop. He then steps over the leg, jumps into the air, and sits on the leg with all his weight. Rob screams in pain as Shine grabs the leg once again and slams it off the mat. Dan grabs Cavallo and turns him over, applying an anklelock. Rob tries to reach the ropes, but Shine pulls him back toward the center of the ring. Rob gets on one foot, balancing, and turns toward Shine. He goes for an enzuigiri, but Dan ducks under and pulls his ankle down, wrapping his legs around it into a grapevine! Cavallo screams in pain as he claws toward the ropes. Shine applies more torque on the twist, but Rob digs down deep and finally makes it to the ropes after what seems like an eternity of struggle. Cavallo gets up, limping really badly, and Shine tries to clip his leg again, but this time Rob jumps over him, but lands badly on his leg. Shine gets to his feet, and Rob connects with a few forearms to the jaw before dropping him with a DDT. Cavallo gets to his feet, still in pain, and slaps the top turnbuckle. He climbs, trying to get to the top as quickly as possible. Shine gets to his feet as Cavallo stands on the top…
Dan charges, runs up the ropes, and catches Rob with a super overhead belly-to-belly suplex! The fans go nuts, even though it’s Shine, and the eruption of cheers fill the arena. Dan and Cavallo lie on the mat for a moment before Shine makes the cover. Rob amazingly kicks out. Shine pulls Rob to his feet and attempts the Shineplex on Steroids, but Cavallo slides out and grabs Shine into a lung blower. He clutches his knee in pain, but fights through it and springs off the middle rope – Lionsault! Rob holds the pin for two. Cavallo climbs to the top, trying to score a big move again, but Shine gets to his feet. He climbs to the top, but this time Rob is ready, raining down with punches. He knocks Shine off and gets on the top rope. Rob leaps off – Fall from Valhalla! He holds the pin… one, two, thre-NO! Shine shoots a shoulder off the mat! Cavallo gets back up and pulls Shine to his feet. He doubles him over and nails a standing Time Traveler! Cavallo drags Shine to the corner again and this time motions for a 450. He climbs to the top, but Shine is again to his feet. Cavallo jumps off and connects with a flying DDT, driving Shine’s head into the mat. He covers… but Dan kicks out in the nick of time. Cavallo tries to lift Shine again but takes a Euro Uppercut for it. Shine grabs Cavallo, looking for a Shineplex on Steroids, but Rob wraps his arms around one of Shine’s and wraps his legs around the other before flipping him backward and onto his head with a Clock Stopper! He holds the pin instead of trying a submission, and gets the come-from-behind victory!
Winner: Rob Cavallo via Pinfall at 17:40
The fans cheer as Cavallo gets to his feet, limping, and an enraged Shine takes him down with a kick to the leg. He starts stomping his leg, but Bruce Bishop runs in from the back, and Shine immediately bails. Bruce checks on Cavallo as Shine heads backstage, wanting none of Big Bruce. Bishop shakes his head, watching the cowardly Dan once again evade a showdown.
We cut backstage, where James Simpson is in his office, sitting behind his desk. He seems upset.
James Simpson:
Mikey, Mikey, Mikey… You know, Mr. Simons, you may think you can get away with whatever you want. Do you think you’re able, truly able, to outsmart me? It’s not going to happen. You want to ambush people from behind? You like sneak attacks, do you, Mikey? That’s swell, because I have a special surprise in store for you. Next week, Mikey… You better watch your back. Heh, heh, heh…
Simpson chuckles to himself before the camera pans out to reveal Lil Finga, JENGA, The Mime, Roberto Rodriguez, The Best. Tag Team. Ever. and Spike Angel, who’s wearing white powder make-up, standing in the room.
James Simpson:
Spike, what the hell happened to you?
Spike Angel:
I’m dead, James. I’m Spike Angel’s ghost.
James Simpson:
…Yeah. Got a little messy when you were snorting that cocaine earlier, huh? Alright, gentlemen, here’s the deal. There’s going to be a bounty on Michael Simons’ head. But I’m only hiring one of you to get him.
Roberto Rodriguez:
But señor! I need money for mi familia!
James Simpson:
Yes, yes, I realize you’re all in dire need of cash, but… I’m afraid I can only rehire one of you, and seeing as how The Mime is the one of you who’s caused me the least grief, he’s getting the position.
As Simpson finishes this sentence, the door to his office swings open, and Russya, mopping the floor, is seen. She locks eyes with The Mime, and they jump on each other, kissing passionately. Boston’s More Than A Feeling plays in the background… Simpson gags on his own vomit.
James Simpson:
Ugh… Oh God… Mime, you’re getting severely reduced pay!
The rest of the group of misfits start clamoring, and Simpson tells them to shut up.
James Simpson:
Oh, what the hell. Severely reduced pay for everyone!
Everybody:
YAY!
Simpson reveals his cellphone, which is playing More Than A Feeling and answers it.
James Simpson:
Hello? Uh, yes, just a moment.
He cups the phone.
James Simpson:
You idiots… Get out of my office. Get ready for next week, because I want to see Michael Simons hurt.
The weirdos leave the office as Simpson picks up his phone again.
James Simpson:
Yeah, thanks for calling me back. I need two orders of hot wings with hot sauce and… what the hell, bring me three…. Yeah, those are delicious…
We fade away…
…and cut to the image of Darius Falcon in the same darkened room with a single window and a bed. It is nighttime when the piece was filmed. He stares, a bit listlessly, looking out the window at the stars in the night sky. Falcon speaks pretty solemnly while staring out the window.
Darius Falcon:
Early Astronomers once believed the Earth was the center of our solar system. Imagine… They believed The Earth was the focal point of the entire solar system. They believed the Sun and all the plans revolved around the Earth. Those who opposed this were not only ridiculed, but also in most cases labeled as outcasts. Some men, such as Aristotle, believed the Earth was the center of the universe as well. Nicolas Copernicus was one of the first men to disbelieve. But it wasn’t until Galileo supported these claims upon observation of Jupiter and its moons that astronomy was forever changed.
This self-centered perspective continues to this day. For if there truly is a God, if there truly is a supernatural being, why, oh why, in the vast, infinite universe, would this random, meteoric space rock be the land on which we prove ourselves for the afterlife. When really examining this closely… it’s ludicrous. The concepts, the ideologies, everything – It’s ridiculous. There is no God. But men of all religions refute this fact…
It’s a sad truth that the only supernatural power we have over ourselves is our own will. The great Philosopher Herodotus once said, “The destiny of man is in his own soul.” Will you become a great, lustrous figure in society? Or will your own self-inflicted boundaries prevent you from achieving your dreams? I’ve tried to instill this in the millions… In the thousands… I’ve been thinking on a macro scale. I’ve been hoping to accomplish too much.
It starts with one. One.
Falcon holds a finger up and starts looking at it kind of strangely, chuckling to himself, before looking at the stars.
Darius Falcon:
They are… beautiful, aren’t they? But there are so many that you sometimes forget that each contains a vast array of elements within itself. It would be impossible to count them all at once, as new ones form exponentially by the second. And it is impossible to examine them all… Heh. Nothing can be quite as crippling as realizing your own insignificance. In order to change the world, I have to… start with one. It all begins with one.
Falcon continues to watch the stars as we cut back to ringside…
Main event:
Tristan Novak © versus Shawn Walsh versus Alex Michaels
Exhibition: Triple Threat; Traditional Title
Novak, Michaels, and Walsh circle the ring after the bell, as the fans are ready to see some exciting, fast-paced action. Triangular lock-up between the three men gets things started. They circle around a bit in their positions, with Michaels and Walsh forcing Novak into the corner. The weird hold is broken, and Alex and Shawn begin double teaming Tristan. Walsh lays into him with kicks to the midsection and Alex chops his chest. Michaels shoves Walsh away and starts laying into Novak with punches to the head. Shawn comes back and shoves Alex and fires a few more kicks to his stomach. Alex grabs Shawn from behind and attempts a German Suplex, but Walsh blocks it and goes around with his own waistlock. Novak dropkicks Alex, and Walsh German Suplexes him over with a bridge, getting two before Novak breaks it up quickly. Tristan grabs Walsh and throws him through the ropes to the outside. He starts stomping on Michaels as Perfection gets to his feet. Tristan whips Alex into the ropes and nails a leg lariat on his return. He applies a rear chinlock, but Walsh comes into the ring and kicks Novak in the back of the head, forcing a break. He lifts Tristan and nails a back suplex before making a cover, but Michaels is there to break it up. Alex chops Walsh a few times in the chest, lighting him up. He goes for another, but Shawn ducks under and attempts a back suplex. Alex blocks with a few punches, but Shawn crotches Michaels on the top rope. Novak grabs Walsh from behind with a Russian Leg Sweep before grinning at Alex as he’s straddled on the top rope.
Novak rocks the top rope up and down, giving Alex a nasty ride, before Michaels gets off the rope, holding his groin. Tristan nails a bulldog and starts firing forearms on Michaels’ head. Walsh returns to his feet and grabs Tristan by his hair. He chops him something fierce and snapmares him over. Walsh dropkicks the back of Novak’s head and makes a cover, getting two. Michaels returns to his feet and watches as Walsh whips Tristan into the corner. Shawn gets on his hands and knees, telling Alex to do a Poetry in Motion, but Michaels runs up and kicks Walsh in the ribcage, double crossing him. He lifts Shawn and nails a pendulum backbreaker, driving his back into the point of his knee. Alex refocuses his attention on Tristan with a few kicks to the stomach, stomping him into the lower turnbuckle. He places a foot on Tristan’s neck and starts choking him. The referee warns Michaels about the choke, but given the leeway in recent Traditional matches, he doesn’t seem worried. Alex lifts Tristan and chops him in the chest, but Novak nails a jab to the throat, thwarting Michaels’ momentum. Walsh grabs Alex from behind, lifting him into a back suplex, but Novak grabs one of Michaels’ legs, pulling him back down. He then swings at Alex, hoping to hit him, but Michaels ducks under and grabs Tristan into a German Suplex. Walsh grabs Michaels from behind, back suplexing him at the same time, and both Tristan and Alex get dropped on their heads!
Walsh covers Tristan first, getting two. He then covers Alex, getting another two. Shawn lifts Michaels to his feet and delivers a snap suplex, making another cover. Tristan breaks it up with a sledge to the back. Walsh and Tristan start exchanging chops, with Tristan getting the better momentarily. He whips Walsh into the ropes and charges, looking for a shot, but Shawn connects with a boot to the midsection. He pulls Tristan in and sets up his patented move, the Whiplash, but as he flips over with Novak’s head, Michaels returns and grabs Walsh’s legs into the powerbomb position. Novak grabs Shawn’s neck into a hangman’s neckbreaker, and the two men drop simultaneously with one sick team maneuver! Novak tries to cover, but Michaels pulls him off and shoves Tristan in the chest. Tristan shoves him back and connects with a few forearms to the jaw. Michaels fires a kick to the stomach and tries a right hand, but Tristan ducks and shoves Alex into the ropes. He rebounds and kicks Tristan in the head as he attempts a back bodydrop. Michaels connects with a stiff clothesline that sends Tristan rolling out of the ring. Michaels turns around in time to take an X Kick from Walsh! Shawn climbs to the top rope, setting up a flying elbow, but Michaels somehow recovers and catches him. He tries to pull Shawn down into a Muscle Buster, but Walsh fires a few slaps to his face and flips over – WHIPLASH! Walsh nails the move on Alex! He hooks the leg… one, two, thre-NO! Tristan pulls the referee out! He bludgeons the ref in the head with a wicked shot, sending him to the floor.
Tristan looks at Walsh, flipping him off, and Shawn darts out of the ring, chasing him around. Tristan slides back inside, as does Walsh, who catches boots to the back of the head. Shawn tries to take Tristan down to the mat, but Novak avoids it and fires more kicks to his head and midsection. Novak runs to the ropes and grabs Walsh again and connects with a spinning neckbreaker, driving him into the canvas. A new referee runs down to the ring as Tristan makes the cover, hooking both legs, but he only gets two. He yells at the referee for being so slow, but hardly has time to form a coherent argument, as Michaels grabs him from behind with a Dragon Suplex! He bridges for a two count. Walsh returns to his feet and slaps Alex in the face. He attempts the Breath Stopper but gets shoved chest-first into the corner. Alex grabs Walsh from behind and nails a sick Blue Thunder Driver that gets him a two count before Novak breaks THAT move up. Tristan pulls Alex in and attempts the Abolition, but he gets shoved off. Novak ducks under a lariat attempt from Alex, springs off the middle rope, and catches him with a quebrada DDT. Another cover by Tristan gets two before Walsh lifts him off the pin and slams him into the mat with a wheelbarrow suplex. The crowd cheers Walsh as he goes to the top rope and leaps off – Flying Elbow on Novak! A cover gets him two…
All three men are pulling out all the stops, but it’s so difficult to get a pinfall when you’ve got another man there to break it up. Walsh and Alex exchange a few forearms and chops before Novak jumps onto Alex’s shoulders with a Poison Rana! Michaels gets driven hard into the mat, and Tristan is back to his feet, ready to duck under an X Kick attempt from Walsh. He catches him with forearms and then a Chest Compactor/Reverse Lung Blower. Walsh holds his chest and neck, and Tristan rolls him toward the ropes. He reverts his attention to Alex and puts a few kicks to his back. He lifts Michaels and attempts the Abolition again, but Michaels twists one of his arms around and kicks him in the stomach. He pulls Tristan in and makes a motion for the Alex Michaels Experience. He lifts Tristan into the vertical suplex position, but Tristan flips out behind him. Michaels turns as Tristan mule kicks him in the stomach. Novak spins around and grabs Michaels in one fluid motion – Abolition! Tristan pulls Alex into a modified Dragon Sleeper, and as it looks like Alex is about to tap, Shawn Walsh X Kicks the referee in the face! Walsh looks at Tristan, whose countenance of disappointment says it all, as The Hardcore Legend flips Tristan off, repaying him for earlier. Novak gets up and tries to attack, but Walsh is a step ahead, snapping off an enzuigiri! He pulls Tristan back to his feet – Breath Stopper! Walsh hooks the leg, but there’s again NO referee. Here comes a new one, sliding inside the ring… one, two, thr-NO! Tristan gets a shoulder up…
Walsh lifts Tristan back up and attempts a hangman’s neckbreaker. Tristan counters into a backslide that barely gets two. Novak’s still reeling and is easily caught off guard by an X Kick. Michaels returns to his feet, also weary, and he takes Walsh down by surprise with a Half Nelson Suplex. He grabs Shawn and tries to apply his modified Kimura, the Eclectic Lock, but Tristan is there to drop a leg on Alex’s head. He pulls him to his feet and then whips him into the corner. Tristan lifts Alex to the top rope, looking for a frankensteiner from the position. He attempts it, but Alex hooks onto the ropes to cause Tristan to backflip and land face-first on the mat. Michaels watches as Walsh grabs Tristan and whips him into another corner on the same side as Michaels. Walsh lifts Novak to the top and climbs up himself. Novak tries to fight it, but Shawn gets him and nails a tremendous superplex that sends both men to the middle of the ring. Michaels stands on the top rope as the fans cheer and get to their feet as well. Alex leaps off… and legdrops both simultaneously! The crowd erupts at the display of athleticism, and the three combatants are finally out of gas…
The referee waits on signs of life, and it’s Alex getting to his feet first. Walsh is up soon after. The two duke it out for a moment, while Novak crawls to the haven of a corner. He rests while witnessing Michaels connect with a few shots on Walsh. Alex pulls Walsh in and nails a snap suplex. He hooks the tights and pulls Shawn up again… another snap suplex. He lifts him for a third, but this time turns it into the Alex Michaels’ experience! One, two… Tristan’s there to break it up. It’s Abolition time… Or is it? Michaels counters… SCHWEIN! Tristan’s head gets driven into the mat, and Michaels decides it’s time to take to the skies. He climbs to the top rope, and Tristan slowly begins stirring, reaching his feet. Alex jumps off, but at the last possible instant, Tristan pulls the referee in front of him to take most of a missile dropkick by Alex Michaels, which knocks the referee out…
Tristan rolls out of the ring, and the fans are wondering what’s going on. Alex tries to revive the referee before motioning for another one to come in. Where the hell do they get these flimsy ass referees, anyway? One of the first two should be getting up… Oh, wait, Tristan is stumping mudholes in both of their asses on the outside. How nice. Wouldn’t want them to come back as zombies, would we? Walsh, not fully realizing the state of things, goes after Alex. The two men start exchanging fists again as Tristan slides inside the ring with a steel chair. He charges, looking to hit either man, but they side step and cause Novak to fall to the mat. The chair slides out of his grasp, and Walsh and Michaels realize they have a common enemy. Walsh and Alex start stomping Tristan at the same time before Alex lifts Novak and drives him into the turnbuckles. Walsh gets Irish whipped by Michaels into Novak, nailing a big splash. Alex then charges and fires a huge forearm to his jaw. Walsh grabs the steel chair and throws it Novak’s way. He catches it… X KICK! WHAT? Walsh swerves and kicks Michaels’ in the face! Tristan throws the chair, smacking Walsh in the head with it. He grabs Shawn and attempts the Abolition, but Shawn nails a back bodydrop.
Walsh rolls out of the ring, reaching under it to grab a ladder… Wait, didn’t we already see this? Well, Simpson’s ahead of them this time.
James Simpson:
NO! NO, DON’T YOU DARE! STOP RIGHT THERE, SHAWN! I’d expect these kinds of shenanigans from Drake Vinaldi and Will Bauer, but not from you there. Stop it! What the hell has gotten into everybody lately?
By now, Michaels and Novak are at least semi-conscious and standing, watching Simpson speak.
James Simpson:
by now, it’s obvious that no matter how hard I try, no matter what I do, you three aren’t going to be content until you kill yourselves trying to get the better of each other. That’s why at Steel City Showdown, live from Pittsburgh, the Traditional Championship is going to be up for grabs… in a triple threat… HARDCORE match. You want to use weapons? You want to defile the tradition of wrestling? Go ahead! Just make damn sure you three realize what you’re doing, because I know this one’s going to get WAY out of hand…
The image of James Simpson on the video screen cuts away as we go to the image of Daniel Shine sitting in his locker room, undoing his wrist tape. He sighs as Komodo pats his back.
Daniel Shine:
I can’t wait till I get my hands on Bruce, but I still feel bad that… Rob Cavallo… of all people… is walking around here, stirring up sh*t. It really gets me, Jack. Just… pisses me off. The nerve he has, duping Scarlett and confusing her. Tricking her into believing she’s on his side. It’s bullsh*t. Utter bullsh*t.
Jack chuckles as he walks around, sitting next to Shine. He faces him.
Komodo:
Dan, Lance isn’t here. He probably won’t even see this. You can cut the hero act now.
Dan gets up, a bit offended.
Daniel Shine:
It isn’t an act!
Shine tips the seat he was on over, staring angrily at Jack. Komodo also stands, and the two stare face to face.
Daniel Shine:
You may think I’m after Lance’s belt, but believe me. If I happen to get a title shot, it’s because I earned it. Rob Cavallo never earned a damn thing. He’s a lousy piece of sh*t and he’s duped everyone into believing he’s not only worthy of facing Lance Van Leer, but more importantly… he’s tricked Scarlett, Lance’s wife, into believing she doesn’t want to be with him anymore. You don’t get it, Jack. You just… you don’t understand. What he did today is no different than what he’s been doing for years. He’s a conniving piece of sh*t, and I hate to see him roaming this planet.
He crossed the line, man. You can mess with a guy’s record… You can mess with a guy’s title. You can even mess with a guy’s mind, but you DON’T… f*ck… with a guy’s girl, especially somebody you used to call a friend. I don’t expect you to understand, Jack…
Shine turns away from Komodo, who sneers a bit.
Komodo:
Yeah, don’t expect me to understand, because you take your familial problems and your high school drama and shove it. I didn’t come to Pro Wrestling Warriors to look after some dude who just got his heart stomped on by some slut. I came here to fight the best and become a champion.
And another thing… You’re so pissed at Rob for playing that video.
Shine’s eyes bulge. He turns to Komodo, knowing what he’s about to say.
Komodo:
HE didn’t play the footage, Dan. I did. I did it to show Scarlett that her boyfriend is doing just fine without her. You think a woman is going to go back to a man who’s crippled? You think Scarlett’s going o be attracted to a guy who’s practically on the verge of SUICIDE over this sh*t? You claim to want what’s best for him, but you don’t even KNOW what’s best for him. So take your self-righteous attitude, your manic-depressive demeanor, and your “feelings” and stick it, because you can keep all that sh*t, and I’ll take the pride, the glory… and the gold.
Jack leaves, slamming the door to the locker room shut behind him, as Shine stares in disbelief of what a total assh*le Komodo has become…
OOC: There you be.