Dean
May 24th, 2007, 09:28 PM
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Dunkin' Donuts Center - Providence, Rhode Island - 14,500
[05.24.07]
After the hoopla in the ring is finished, and everyone has gone backstage, we can get War underway!
Match one:
Nick Nexus versus Drake Vinaldi versus Johnny Reed
Exhibition: Triple Threat
Nexus and Reed seem to be on the same page in the beginning, as they converse with each other. Vinaldi stares at the two men as the opening bell rings. Nexus and Reed do a “one, two, three” count down before running at Drake… but Nexus stops, and Reed ends up running into a stiff kick to the leg. Drake nails a few kicks to the thighs and fires a spinning back kick to the stomach. He throws Reed into the corner and starts choking him, but Nexus attacks Drake from behind with a forearm to the back of the head. He whips Vinaldi into the ropes, but Drake springs off the middle and nails a gamengiri kick to the head! Nexus drops to the mat, and Vinaldi awaits Reed, who is coming out of the corner. Drake goes for a high kick, but Reed ducks and grabs him around the waist. He tries a German Suplex, but Drake blocks it by hooking his leg around Reed’s and switching behind. He launches Johnny overhead with a German Suplex, but the agile Reed lands on his feet. Vinaldi gets to his feet while turning and takes a spinning heel kick to the face, sending him into the mat. Reed and Nexus start double stomping him now, but end up shoving each other over it. Nexus and Reed begin exchanging forearms as Vinaldi rests. Nick nails a kick to the stomach and runs to the ropes, hoping for a clothesline. Johnny ducks and connects with a superkick that sends Nexus staggering through the ropes, falling to the outside floor.
Reed runs off the opposite ropes and prepares a dive, but Vinaldi charges him and connects with a quick flying kick to the back of the head that sends him into the mat in a heap of pain. Drake grabs Reed and throws him out of the ring, sending him by Nick Nexus. NN starts to get to his feet as Vinaldi is raring to go. He runs off the opposite set of ropes, runs toward the side of the ring with Nexus and Reed, springs off the top rope, and nails a crazy flipping plancha that wipes out his opponents! The crowd goes nuts for it as, after a moment passes, Vinaldi rolls Nick back inside. He makes the cover, but Reed pulls Vinaldi out of the ring. He nails a few forearms to the jaw, stunning Drake, but Vinaldi counters with a kick to the ribcage. He and Reed struggle a moment before Nexus springs off the top rope – shooting star press suicida! The crowd goes crazy again, and Nexus gets back to his feet, screaming something in Spanish. He grabs Reed and tries to whip him into the guardrail, but Johnny miraculously covers and sends Nick into the hard steel. He grabs Nexus and lifts him into a vertical suplex before dropping him on the floor. Reed rolls back inside the ring, where Vinaldi has already made it.
Johnny charges Drake and gets taken off his feet with a leaping leg lariat. Vinaldi makes the cover, but Reed gets a shoulder up at two. Drake lifts Reed and places him in the corner. He nails a few chops to the chest before trying a whip across the ring. Reed reverses into a knee to the gut and then nails a Russian Leg Sweep in one fluid motion. He makes a cover, and Drake kicks out at two. Nexus recovers on the outside, taking full advantage of the lack of a count-out in this match. Vinaldi tries to follow, but that crafty Reed nails a poke to the eye that sends the former PWW Champion on the defensive. Reed charlie horses Vinaldi’s knee (Chris Collins would be proud) and hoists him to the top rope. He sets up a superplex from the position, but Vinaldi blocks it. Drake blocks it again, this time using a few uppercuts to the midsection. He works the body with a stiff knee, and finally connects with a stiff shot to the head that sends Reed halfway across the ring, landing hard on his back. Vinaldi gets to a decent position, preparing a Lunatic High, but Nexus cuts him off from behind, after climbing the stairs, by crotching him. Nick climbs up the turnbuckle from behind and sits on Drake’s head, sort of in a position for Vinaldi to deliver an electric chair drop. Drake slowly gets to his feet, but Nexus drives a few punches to his head before spinning around and nailing a SICK Heinekenrana that sends Vinaldi flipping and landing on Reed with a senton bomb!
“Holy S***!” chants are abound as Nexus makes the cover, covering Reed… one, two, thre-NO! He covers Vinaldi… one, two, thr-NO! Nexus pounds the mat with frustration. Nick lifts Drake to his feet, but Vinaldi slaps him in the face and grabs him into a Fisherman’s position. He lifts Nexus and charges to the turnbuckle… KRUSH RUSH! He releases the hold from exhaustion, and Nexus gets hung upside down in a tree of woe. Reed gets to his feet and charges, delivering a beautiful hang-time dropkick on Nexus’s face while he’s in the tree of woe. Reed gets to his feet and nails Drake from behind with a back rake. How heelish. He tries a back suplex, but Vinaldi nails a few elbows to the nose to prevent that, and he ultimately counters it into a bulldog. Vinaldi gets to his feet, runs to the ropes, and returns with a vicious power drive elbow to the heart of Reed. He hooks the leg, but Johnny kicks out at two and a half. Vinaldi lifts Reed and delivers a stiff chop to the chest, lighting him up. Reed backs off, finding refuge in the corner, but Vinaldi continues with a few chops to the chest. Nexus slides back inside the ring and grabs Drake from behind, catching him off guard with a German Suplex. He turns to Reed, telling Johnny to grab him. Nexus goes to the top rope, and Reed grabs Drake, hoisting him to his shoulders. He sets up what appears to be a modified version of the Sexy Party, but Vinaldi manages to guide Reed to the corner, running him into Nexus! Nick gets crotched on the top rope as Drake rolls through with a victory roll on Reed… one, two, NO!
Drake gets to his feet and goes after Nexus, climbing to the top rope. He grabs him… Drake’s going for a reverse superbomb! He tries to lift Nick, but it gets blocked. Reed climbs up behind Vinaldi and grabs him around the waist, trying a German Suplex. Drake prevents that with an elbow to the sternum and then tries to grab Nexus again. Reed gets back up and grabs Drake, turning him around. Vinaldi precariously turns and gets grabbed by Reed… Front Page Bomb! Reed covers… one, two, thr-NO! Nexus jumps off the top rope and nails a leg drop to the back of Johnny’s head! Nick rolls Reed over and makes the cover… one, two, NO! Nexus lifts Reed to his feet and Irish whips him into the corner. He spreads his legs and takes a few steps back, preparing to Blackball him, but Reed pulls his legs out of the position and moves out of the way as Nexus’ knee collides with the turnbuckle pad. He turns and Reed drops him with the Headliner! Vinaldi is back to his feet, and Reed charges… and clotheslines him over the top rope! He turns his attention back to Nexus and hooks both legs… one, two, three!
Winner: Johnny Reed via Pinfall at 14:25
The crowd boos Reed as he jumps up and down, celebrating. Michael Vista comes from the back, applauding his tag team partner’s efforts. Reed tells Vista that he wants to do some softening up for the PPV. Vista grabs a couple of chairs and slides them inside the ring. Reed and Vista lurk over Nexus, but Trent Taurus slides into the ring! He manages to take Reed down from behind with a kick between the legs. He grabs Reed and spins him around… The Blacklist! Reed gets dropped, and Vista grabs Taurus. He doubles him over and tries to deliver a powerbomb, but Vinaldi is inside the ring. He grabs one of the chairs and smacks it against the back of Vista. Will Bauer has made his way to the ring by now, and he slides inside. Vista is stunned, and in a bad position, as Vinaldi and Bauer set him up. Drake goes low with a leg sweep as Bauer connects with the Ultraviolent Radiation! Vista gets wiped out by surprise. Taurus has hold of one of the chairs now and connects with the back of Will Bauer. Vinaldi tries to fight, but he takes a shot to the head from Taurus. Nexus nails Drake with a spin kick that sends him to the mat. Nick follows up with a standing shooting star press. Trent tries to deliver the Blacklist to Bauer, but he shoves him into the ropes, sending him over the top and to the outside floor. Nick slides out of the ring, getting the last laugh on Vinaldi, as Bauer checks on his fallen tag partner. Studio 54 are met by Veronica Vasquez as they head backstage, where The Grandstands have already gone. Things have gotten more devious as we head to Steel City Showdown.
Match two:
TJ Williams/Victor Scott/Cameron Mitchell versus Brett Stokes/Dun/Matt Galaxy
Exhibition: Six-Man Tag
Written by tripledanger
After all the men come to the ring, they have a little huddle in each corner to determine who starts off the match - we end up with Victor Scott and Matt Galaxy. The match starts off fairly slow but is still fairly exciting as Galaxy's speed seems to compensate for the fifty pound advantage that Scott has. Basic moves are used all throughout until Scott catches Galaxy coming off the ropes and lands a gutwrench suplex, Scott begins to stomp at Galaxy for a few moments before tagging in Williams. Williams gets into the ring and just slaps the back of Galaxy's head and begins to taunt him, Galaxy quickly gets to his feet but Williams sends him back down with a clothesline. Galaxy manages to get back up fairly quickly and ducks under another clothesline, jumps high into the air and as Williams turns around he gets taken down with a dropkick. The crowd seems to be behind Galaxy as he stumbles to his feet and tags in Stokes. Stokes climbs to the top turnbuckle as Williams gets to his feet, only to be sent quickly back down by a picture perfect missile dropkick by Stokes. Stokes goes for the cover, but Scott breaks it up after two just for insurance.
Dun gets into the ring and charges Scott taking him down with a quick yakuza kick, Dun spins around but before he knows it Mitchell flies off the top turnbuckle hitting Dun with a moonsault as chaos ensues in the ring. Galaxy attempts to get into the ring but the referee stops him, Mitchell and Williams begin to stomp on Stokes as Dun and Scott brawl. The referee takes about a minute to restore order, but eventually he manages to separate everybody and get them back to their respective corners to keep the match underway. Stokes and Williams begin to exchange punches until Williams begins to get the upper hand, he goes for one hefty swing but Stokes ducks and drops him with a quick neckbreaker, following with a two count. Stokes gets up and tags in Dun, while at the same time Williams manages to just tag in Mitchell, the man who won his debut match against Matt Galaxy last week. Dun charges towards Mitchell, who sidesteps Dun and plants him with a hurracanrana as he turns around. Mitchell quickly gets to his feet, charges the corner and dropkicks Stokes off the apron, then punches Galaxy who tries to get into the ring to confront Mitchell but the referee stops him as a small argument ensues. Dun looks to be measuring up Mitchell, but just as Mitchell turns around, Scott enters the ring and hits Dun with a running bulldog from behind! Scott quickly rolls out of the ring and goes back to his apron as Mitchell goes for the cover, interrupted after two by Galaxy.
Mitchell gets to his feet quickly as him and Galaxy begin exchanging blows, until Mitchell whips Galaxy into the ropes, Galaxy hops onto the second rope and springboards back hitting Mitchell with a dropkick! The crowd erupts as Dun goes to cover Mitchell, but it’s broken up by Scott, who shortly after clotheslines the smaller Matt Galaxy over the top rope. Scott turns around but is quickly met with a kick to the gut by Dun and dropped with a DDT. Dun gets up, turns around but is quickly grabbed by Williams, the Falling Stock! Mitchell goes to cover Dun, as Williams starts heading back to his corner, out of nowhere Stokes flies off the top rope and lands a legdrop to the back of Mitchell’s neck! Mitchell rolls off of Dun before the three can be completed as Stokes returns to his corner. Mitchell and Dun both begin to stir, crawling to their respective corners, by this time everyone is back to their respective corners as Mitchell tags in Victor Scott, Dun tags in Brett Stokes. Scott runs into the ring but by the time he gets, Stokes comes flying at him driving the forearm into Scott’s forehead. Scott gets up fairly quickly, but Stokes takes him right back down with a cobra clutch suplex going for the quick cover, only getting a two. Stokes pulls Scott up and seems to be looking to hit Stoked… but can’t quite get him up, Williams has seen enough and charges into the ring, taking Stokes down with a sudden clothesline.
Suddenly, that ensues a brawl with all men, Galaxy charges Williams and takes him down with a spinning headscissors, Mitchell comes in and takes down Galaxy with a swinging neckbreaker, Dun comes in and plants Mitchell with a belly-to-belly suplex. Dun gets up quickly and turns right into Scott, who punches Dun in the side, sets him up and lefts him into the air into a stalling suplex position, proceeding to drop him with a brainbuster! Scott gets to his feet and is the only one up, but not for long as Stokes returns to his feet, Stokes goes to kick Scott who catches his foot, but reverse enzuigiri! Stokes goes for a quick cover but Scott kicks out after two, the ring is still full of men and the ref seems to have temporarily given up on getting the men out of the ring.
Mitchell slowly gets up and climbs to the top turnbuckle looking to hit the first person that rises but Galaxy runs into the ropes, crotching Mitchell on the top. Galaxy quickly gets to the top to grab Mitchell, hurracanrana off the top! Galaxy goes to pin Mitchell but the ref informs him that he’s not the legal man, while arguing with the ref TJ Williams gets up and charges towards Galaxy, Galaxy sidesteps as Williams flies over the top rope! Wait! No, he manages to stay on the apron, Galaxy doesn’t know it, Williams pulls Galaxy by the hair and suplexes him out of the ring! Williams goes to get back into the ring, but Dun charges into him, shoving him off the apron causing him to smack head first into the guard rail! The crowd lets out an “Oooh!” as Williams falls to the ground clutching his head, meanwhile Dun turns around just in time to see Stokes land a dropkick on Scott, Scott spins around, dazed and facing Dun, Dun quickly grabs him and.. AFFIRMATIVE ACTION! Dun cannot make the cover however since he is not the legal man, not like he could as Mitchell quickly gets right up in his face and jumps onto him with a hurracanrana attempt, Dun manages to keep Mitchell hoisted up and heads toward the ropes quickly, looking to powerbomb him over but.. hurracanrana by Mitchell, out of the ring! The move sends both men tumbling and while this is happening Stokes already has the leg of Victor Scott hooked.. ONE.. TWO.. AAAAND THREE. The bell sounds as Brett Stokes has picked up the victory for his team.
Winners: Brett Stokes/Dun/Matt Galaxy via Pinfall at 16:40
Stokes bails out of the ring and victoriously raises his arms with his teammates at his side. Williams seems rather upset over the loss, and the grin on Brett’s face really rubs it in…
Following a commercial break, we return to the backstage area, where Lance Van Leer is sitting on what appears to be some type of storage containers. He’s sulking as his head is hung low, and he seems to be disconnected from the random production assistants in the area. The body of a man dressed in black, particularly a black trenchcoat, comes into the view, and Lance’s head doesn’t even move.
Man:
It hurts, doesn’t it, Lance? The one person you love the most, and she’s betrayed you. When you need her most, you know she’s out of your reach, and yet… you yearn for her. All the thoughts of her, buzzing… buzzing through your head like a thousand bees. Swimming like fish, racing like cars, they pulse through your mind. You can’t escape them.
There is help out there for you, Lance. You’re strong, but you’re not Superman. No, Lance, I understand. These feelings… they are perfectly normal. And I want to help you live a normal life, I truly do. I want you to understand that. I want you to be successful, and I want to watch you get better. But as all things in life, there are right ways and wrong ways of doing things, and my friend, I am afraid you are about to embark on a path of grievance that will lead you to your road of ruin, and I cannot sit idly and witness something so devastating as a man tear himself apart with the aid of… alcohol… poison…[/color]
The camera pans upward to reveal Darius Falcon, making his first appearance for ages, staring at Van Leer. Lance looks up, looking at Falcon. He sighs… and then quickly stands to his feet, getting in Falcon’s face.
Lance Van Leer:
Maybe you didn’t hear me earlier. I have enough people f*cking up my life without you, Falcon. Why don’t you go back to your American Atheist Alliance meetings and leave me the f*ck alone. Don’t you have better things to do with your time?
Falcon smirks, slowly walking away.
Darius Falcon:
Suit yourself, Lance… I should’ve known. I knew you weren’t the one.
Falcon walks away, leaving an irritated World Champion behind.
We cut to the ring, in which James Simpson is already standing. There is a table in the middle, on which papers can be seen. James Simpson has a mic in hand, and he’s ready to ROCK N ROLL.
James Simpson:
Steel City Showdown may very well be the most stacked card in professional wrestling history. Every championship belt in the promotion is going to be on the line, but as many of you know, there are several non-championship bouts for which you have reason to be very excited. I’d like to introduce two men who have been at war with one another in a rivalry that predates the existence of this company. First, I’d like to introduce the man who hails from Columbus, Ohio and is known as being one of the most technically sound wrestlers in the industry today, Mr. Daniel Shine…
It doesn’t take much time for the sweet sounds of Gods of War to hit the sound system, and a chorus of boos accompanies lyrics that only Def Leppard could pull off. Daniel Shine makes his way to the ring, stepping in and shaking hands with James Simpson. He gets a microphone from ringside.
Daniel Shine:
Good evening, Mr. Simpson, it’s a pleasure to be in your presence. And might I add you’re looking well this evening? Have you been dieting, sir?
James Simpson:
Now, now, Daniel… I didn’t bring you out here to make me look good. I do that well enough on my own. No, I brought you out here because… the score needs to be settled. You’ve been feuding and feuding, and it’s time that you finally settle your rivalry with… this man!
And you know who it is. Holy Wars… The Punishment Due, otherwise known as one of Megadeth’s greatest hits, is heard from the sound system. Bruce Bishop comes out to a roar of approval from the Rhode Island crowd. Bishop gets a microphone as he enters the ring, and Shine – for good reason – keeps his distance from the beastly man. Bruce doesn’t bother speaking, as he’s more interested in hearing what Simpson has to say. James offers the men seats on opposite ends of the table, and they comply.
James Simpson:
Daniel Shine and Bruce Bishop… I’m not sure if there are two names in professional wrestling that bring more opposite feelings to the hearts of these PWW fans. Bruce, you are world renowned for being one of the greatest hardcore wrestlers in the sport. You’re not afraid to get bloody, and if you’ve got a bat… a steel chair… or even that barbed wire sledgehammer you seem to love so much, you’re not afraid to use it. Daniel Shine… well, what can I say about you, Mr. Shine, that you haven’t said about yourself.
Dan grins and boasts shamelessly.
James Simpson:
You’re arguably the best technical wrestler in the game, and you’ve helped to train some of the best. But you see, I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough of the petty insults, the cheap attacks, the quarreling… It’s going to come to a head this Sunday, because at Steel City Showdown, it’s going to be Daniel Shine, one on one, with the “Bishop of Blood.”
The crowd cheers with approval. GG useless narration. Shine speaks into the mic, visibly upset.
Daniel Shine:
Whoa, whoa, wait a minute there, Simpson. You never told me you were booking me in a match.
Bruce Bishop:
What’s the problem there, Danny? Afraid? You damn sure better be.
Shine sneers as the two men stand, but Simpson manages to calm down.
James Simpson:
Wait a minute, guys! I know your egos are too big to let this match happen, but I’m paying you both HEFTY sums to wrestle for this company, and unlike John Rivers and Ai Murasaki, I make sure I get the most out of my investments.
Daniel, Bruce… I know you two wrestle in very diverse styles. But I’d like to hear what you have to say.
Daniel Shine tries to talk, but Bruce repeatedly tells him to shut up into the microphone.
James Simpson:
Calm down, you two! Now, Daniel, you seem eager, so let’s hear from you first… Bruce, please show some decorum.
Daniel Shine:
Gladly, bossaroonie. You see, Bruce here is a Neanderthalic, retard-esque monkey in hiding, and it’s no secret. We all see past the shaved back and brace-straightened teeth to realize you’re still a few eras behind on the evolutionary chain. It’s alright, Bruce. I’m sure the accommodations have sufficed to this point. So you didn’t learn how to properly use the bathroom until you were 14. So no girls wanted to date you through high school because you’re an impolite, ape-minded brute. And so what if you’re the only person in existence to have a negative IQ? It’s okay, Bruce, really. We’re here for you. But I’ll be DAMNED if I let this moronic piece of trash to swing a chair, put people through table, or light something on fire in MY presence! Now, I know your parents did a damn fine job of suppressing that urge when you were a child. Yeah, they got a few calls from the police for vandalism and arson, but that’s all in the past, Brucey Boy. We want you to finally evolve… Evolve to a real wrestler, Bruce. Put the toys away and throw on a wristlock or a headscissors. Give the sport some justice, bro.
Bruce has trouble stifling his anger during Shine’s speech, but now Simpson gives him a chance to retort.
Bruce Bishop:
Dan, unlike you, I have no need to waste words. I’m willing to wrestle you… fight you… in whatever match James wants to book. If it goes in your favor, so be it. If it goes in mine, then you should prepare yourself for a merciless ass-whooping. James, you told us the who, the where, the when, and the why, now give us the what – What match is it going to be?
Daniel Shine:
Yeah, Simpson, are you going to cave into his stupid demands and allow weapons in the ring, or are you going to do the HONORABLE thing and book a WRESTLING match?
Bruce Bishop:
Dammit, Dan, if you’d shut up for one second and let the man speak, maybe he’d tell you!
Daniel Shine:
You know you wouldn’t last five minutes in the ring with me under pure rules. You know I’m the better submission wrestler. I could make you tap out in over a thousand holds.
Bruce Bishop:
And I could splatter your brains against the canvas with a barbed wire sledgehammer shot – What’s your goddamn point?
James Simpson:
SHUT UP YOU TWO! Now, it’s PAINFULLY obvious that Daniel Shine wants a match where submissions are key, but Bruce Bishop wants the element of weapons…
…And that’s why I have come to this grand solution. Look at the contracts in front of you, gentlemen.
And they do. Shine flips through quickly and looks surprised before answering in the microphone.
Daniel Shine:
An I QUIT match?
Bruce smirks, nodding his head with great pleasure. Eww.
James Simpson:
You want it hardcore, Bruce? You got it! You want the match to end with a submission, Dan? You got that, too! Are you two… happy… now? Are you ready to put your money where your mouths are, or am I going to have to sue you for breach of contract?!
Shine starts stammering, but he eventually grabs the pen and signs the paper. Bruce eagerly signs his contract as well, and the two men get up from their seats and stare down. Suddenly, from the crowd, the unnamed Black man who had accompanied Shine the week earlier slides into the ring with a bat. He nails Bruce in the back with it, sending him down to the mat. The fans boo as Owens and Shine start stomping Bishop. Terry Martinez gets away from the commentary position, claiming he’s “Gotta get a piece of this action.” Martinez slides inside the ring as Shine and Owens hold Bruce back. He drives a kick to Bruce’s head, but the monster reawakens. Martinez lets out a girlish shriek and runs out of the ring. Bruce shoves Owens away, but Shine delivers a kick between the legs, dropping Bruce to a ring. Owens and Shine relocate the table and deliver a few more shots to the back of his head. Owens helps Dan lift Bruce into the Shineplex on Steroids, and the fans watch as Bruce gets driven through the table, on the same night as his Main Event match against Lance Van Leer! Bruce lies in the wreckage as Shine picks up a microphone…
Daniel Shine:
You may have well signed your last will and testament, Bruce, because there’s no way you’re walking out of Steel City Showdown alive, and there’s DAMN SURE no way you’re getting the win!
Shine drops the mic and rolls out with his posse…
Match three:
Roderick Brookes/Michael Simons versus Richard Storrs/Seth Sinister
Exhibition: Tag Team
Simons and Storrs start things out, and the two go into a lock-up. Storrs pulls Simons into a side headlock, but he gets shoved into the ropes. Simons connects with a shoulderblock on Richard’s return, but it’s to little effect. Storrs runs to the ropes and ducks under a leapfrog from Simons on his return, before swiftly turning around and grabbing him into a waistlock. He attempts a German Suplex, but that one gets blocked by Simons who switches around and nails a quick back suplex. He makes the cover, but Storrs easily kicks out. Simons lifts Richard to his feet and tags into Brookes, who eagerly comes in and starts driving punches and chops into Richard’s body. A few shots to the jaw and chops to the chest later, and Storrs is reeling. Richard gets thrown across the ring with a huge overhead belly-to-belly suplex by Brookes, who is grinning with sadism. He motions for Storrs to get to his feet, and he does, just in time to duck under a yakuza kick attempt. He nails a jawbreaker on Brookes that stuns him and follows with a neckbreaker. Storrs scurries to his corner and tags in Sinister, who climbs to the top rope. Brookes gets up and takes a missile dropkick that scores a two count for Sinister.
Seth fires stomps to Brookes and does some weird taunt to Simons. He lifts Brookes and delivers a high knee to the head, stunning him. He fires a few more, but as Seth runs to the ropes for a tremendous knee strike, Brookes lunges and catches him with a vicious lariat that drives the unsuspecting man into the mat with great ferocity. Brookes makes the cover this time, but Storrs is there to break it up with an elbow to the back of the head. Richard throws Brookes through the ropes and to the outside and goes outside himself to capitalize. He sends the big man shoulder-first into the steel steps, and I have to say, this is the first time I’ve seen Brookes this weakened in battle for quite some time. Brookes holds his shoulder, and Storrs makes matters worse with a single arm DDT on the ringside area. He rolls Roderick back inside, and Sinister capitalizes with a cross armbar. Brookes reaches the ropes after a moment of struggle, but he definitely needs a tag. Sinister lifts Brookes and attempts a huracarrana, but Roderick hangs on and hoists Sinister into the air… huge powerbomb! He holds the position and gets a two count before Sinister kicks out. Brookes turns him over, applying a Samoan Crab! Sinister writhes with pain, but Brookes’ left arm has trouble holding the move. He sits on Sinister for a lower center of gravity, but Storrs clocks him in the back of the head with a big kick. He grabs Brookes and attempts the Dollar Mark, but Brookes shoves him off.
Simons has seen enough and gets in the ring. He charges and connects with Storrs, nailing a nice leg lariat. He lifts Richard and hoists him into the air… Brainbuster! Storrs holds his neck in pain, and Simons rolls him out of the ring. Sinister gets caught with an STO by Brookes, who falls to the mat, holding his arm in pain. Simons returns to his corner and yells at Brookes to make the tag. He does, and Simons comes in, instantly charging Sinister with a leaping double knee shot to the midsection. That stuns Sinister and leaves him open for a huge DDT. Simons makes the cover, but Storrs pulls the referee out. He gets inside the ring and attacks Simons from behind, nailing a clothesline to the back of the head. He stomps Simons, but an angered Brookes returns to the ring. He grabs Storrs, who tries begging him off, and nails a huge kick to the stomach. Brookes hoists Storrs to his shoulders into the Church Bombing. Simons grins with malice and grabs Storrs off the move… BLIND EYE HALO/CHURCH BOMBING COMBO~!!!1 The Crowd eats it up!
Sinister is left all alone now, and he feels the full force of a 260-pound knee to the face from Brookes in the corner. Roderick hoists Simons to his shoulders… WAKE THE F*CK UP! Simons chuckles, but wags his finger. He lifts Sinister to his feet now… BLIND EYE HALO! Roderick sighs and pulls Sinister back to his feet. He tries another Wake The F*ck Up, but Storrs makes a miraculous recovery to low blow Roderick, dropping him to a knee. Sinister falls off the shoulders of his opponent and rolls on the mat, trying to get out of there. Storrs is still dazed from the offense, and Simons takes care of him with a devastating Blind Eye Halo! He spots Sinister trying to get away and pulls him back to the center of the ring. Wait… what the hell…
The Ghost of Spike Angel runs into the ring and charges Simons, but Michael kicks him in the stomach and nails a DDT! The Best. Tag Team. Ever. are now in the ring, going after the duo of Brookes and Simons, but Brookes is back to his feet and nails a huge kick to the face of Magnum, sending him out of the ring. Simons grabs Justice and delivers an inverted atomic drop. He slaps him in the face, and Justice turns around in time to take a lariat from Brookes! Roderick spots Roberto Rodriguez and eagerly drills him into the canvas with an STO variant. The Mime and Russya are ready to get in the ring… but ultimately make out at ringside, opting not to risk their bodies. Brookes grabs Sinister now, who manages to fight back with a claw to the eyes. He attempts the Sinister DDT, but Brookes is a bit too heavy. Simons grabs Sinister out of it and drops him on his head with a German Suplex. He then hoists him back to his feet… ANOTHER Blind Eye Halo! Simons hooks the legs as Brookes gives Storrs a massive Euro Uppercut. Simons gets the three…
Winners: Michael Simons/Roderick Brookes via Pinfall at 12:39
Simons and Brookes bail out of the ring, not wanting anymore of Jokes ‘R Us’ escapades. They seem pretty content with their teamwork…
Main Event:
Lance Van Leer versus Bruce Bishop
Exhibition: Singles
Written by Dr. Faust
There is no cliche lost between these two men. As soon as the Bishop of Blood climbs into the ring, Van Leer charges him with a knee to the skull, nearly knocking him back out of the ring. Bishop pulls himself back in and stands, and the two immediately begin trading blows until Bishop begins to get the upper hand, backing Van Leer into the corner and whipping him across to the other. Van Leer immediately charges back at Bishop when he hits the corner and gets taken down with a huge clothesline. Van Leer climbs to his feet immediately and shoulder blocks Bishop, who teeters but doesn't fall, calling for another. Van Leer is happy to oblige him, and bounces off the rope, hitting Bishop with another, still not quite knocking him over. Bishop begs for more and Van Leer charges him again, but instead of the shoulder block that Bishop was expect, Van Leer baseball slides between the bigger man's legs and hits a big German Suplex, flooring him. Van Leer doesn't give the Perfect Killer time to breathe, rolling him onto his stomach and locking in a Crippler Crossface, pulling the neck and arm of the former HCW champ and straining the muscles of his massive frame. Van Leer knows Bishop isn't going to tap, but he locks the hold in hoping to damage Bruce's neck. Bishop defiantly pulls himself to the ropes and Van Leer utilizes the full five count before breaking the hold and immediately delivering enraged stomps to the back of Bishop's neck, keeping him down. Van Leer sees what he thinks is an opening and tries to drop an elbow on Bishop, but he rolls away just in the nick of time, leaving Van Leer to hit nothing but the mat.
Bishop is back up to his feet again and meets Lance with a kick to the gut before flooring him with the Perfect Kill! Van Leer looks like he's just been hit in the face with a hammer as Bishop goes for the pin. The dazed Van Leer manages to get his shoulder up at two, to the surprise of nobody. Bishop lifts the weakened Van Leer up and over his head in a military press, looking for the Endless Agony, trying to finish Lance fast. But when Bishop drops Van Leer to his shoulders, the King of Controversy reverses the move, bringing the Murder City native straight down onto his bald skull with a DDT! Bishop is the one who looks dazed as he holds his neck in pain. The move looks to have taken alot out of both men, but Lance rolls over and onto his feet first. He grabs Bishop and brings the big man back up to his feet before bending him over with a boot to the gut and dropping him again with a Pulling Piledriver. Van Leer hooks the leg. 1. 2. OH F*CK NO BISHOP KICKS OUT. Van Leer looks a little pissed that the big man's neck injuries aren't as extensive as he had hoped. He drags Bishop to the center of the ring and sits on the big man's back, locking him in the Camel Clutch! BAH GAWD, LANcE VAN LEER IS MAKING THE BISHOP OF BLOOD HUMBLE! Van Leer pulls back on the chin of his opponent occasionally punching the bigger man in the back of his head whenever he struggles. Bishop looks ready to tap, but instead of giving up, the big man lifts his massive frame, powering out of the hold on his hands and knees. Van Leer, unhampered by his homoerotic situation, continues to wail on the back of Bishop's head as the big man gets to his feet and Van Leer quickly converts from a camel clutch to a sleeper. Bishop looks woozy but backs Van Leer into the corner, slamming him against the turnbuckle until he releases the hold. Bishop stumbles forward a bit, holding his neck, as Van Leer leans against the turnbuckle he was just crushed against. Bishop sees the opening and turns back, lifting Van Leer onto the turnbuckle and climbing to the second rope. Van Leer sees what's coming and begins to fire rights into Bishop's head, but Bishop is having none of it, locking Van Leer in a front facelock and delivering hard shots to his stomach until he doesn't have the wind to counter. Bishop lifts Van Leer up...AVALANCHE BRAIN BUSTAH! Van Leer is f*cking DEAD. No question here. Bishop rolls over his opponent and hooks the leg. ONE. TWO. WTF CHARLES? VAN LEER GETS A LEG ON THE ROPE! Bishop looks as if he's seen a ghost that kicked out of a huge match ending move.
Bishop is in absolute disbelief, still holding his neck in pain as he glares over at Van Leer wondering exactly what he has to do to get the PWW Champion to stay down. Bishop lifts Van Leer's limp frame, but Van Leer throws Bishop's hands away and hits him with the Carson City Cutter! Both men are down again, and the referee begins the count. Both men struggle to their feet, beating a double countout by about half a second, they immediately begin laying into each other with big slugging right hands, until Van Leer gets the advantage over the weakened Bishop with a rake to the eyes. As Bishop stumbles back in pain, Van Leer slips behind him and goes for a German Suplex, but Bishop pushes off the mat before Van Leer can lift him, throwing all his weight back and crushing Van Leer under his 300 pound frame out of sheer desparation.
Bishop rolls off of Van Leer, his neck clearly pained as he wasn't able to avoid all of the impact of that suplex. van Leer is to his feet before Bishop and nails a vicious kick to side of his head before he can get to his feet. The Bishop of Blood manages to get to his feet despite the figurative and literal pain in his neck. Bishop charges Van Leer with another kick to the stomach, setting him up for a Bishop Bomb. He hits it, and Van Leer is hurt bad! Bishop looks ready to end it.
Daniel Shine comes rushing down the ramp, steel chair in hand. He slides into the ring, much to the referee's disdain. As soon as he's to his feet, he swings the chair at Bishop, who ducks it and blasts him with a boot to the face, sending him out of the ring as quickly as he came. Bishop glares out at Mr. Greatest Wrestler In The World, who decides not to get back into the ring. Smart man. Bishop turns back around to see Lance Van Leer struggling back to his feet and meets him with another huge kick to the gut. Lance falls to one knee and Bishop lifts him up onto one shoulder and charges towards the turnbuckle, but Van Leer jams his thumbs into Bishop's eyes, before slipping from his grip and pushing him chest first into the turnbuckle. The referee reprimands Lance, but is shut up when the blinded Bishop turns and clocks him in straight the jaw. The ref is down, and Van Leer grabs the blinded big man and rams him shoulder first into the ringpost. Bishop's neck and shoulder look like they were hurt pretty bad from the impact and Van Leer moves to the opposite corner waiting for Bishop to turn so he can finish him off. But the veteran is smart enough not to leave the corner. At least not without some coaxing, as Daniel Shine rushes over to the corner on the outside of the ring and gets Bishop's attention, just as the Hardcore Hero looks up, Shine swings for the fences, clocking him straight in the head with the chair and busting him open. Bishop stumbles back from the corner and turns around, dazed and Van Leer takes the opportunity, shattering the big man with a Van Leer Spear and dropping to his knees in exhuastion. The ref isn't up yet and Van Leer looks down at Bishop, noticing his bloodied skull, immediately glaring over at Shine, who's still holding the chair. Van Leer looks ready to kill Shine, but the referee is up and Van Leer goes for the cover, glaring at Shine the whole time as he picks up the victory.
Winner: Lance Van Leer via Pinfall at 18:21
Van Leer is back to his feet in a rage and immediately begins shouting obscenities at Shine for interfering in his business. Shine looks pleadingly at Van Leer, saying it had to be done. Van Leer doesn't look convinced as Shine beats a hasty retreat up the ramp before Van Leer can come after him.
Now go RP for your PPV matches!
Dunkin' Donuts Center - Providence, Rhode Island - 14,500
[05.24.07]
After the hoopla in the ring is finished, and everyone has gone backstage, we can get War underway!
Match one:
Nick Nexus versus Drake Vinaldi versus Johnny Reed
Exhibition: Triple Threat
Nexus and Reed seem to be on the same page in the beginning, as they converse with each other. Vinaldi stares at the two men as the opening bell rings. Nexus and Reed do a “one, two, three” count down before running at Drake… but Nexus stops, and Reed ends up running into a stiff kick to the leg. Drake nails a few kicks to the thighs and fires a spinning back kick to the stomach. He throws Reed into the corner and starts choking him, but Nexus attacks Drake from behind with a forearm to the back of the head. He whips Vinaldi into the ropes, but Drake springs off the middle and nails a gamengiri kick to the head! Nexus drops to the mat, and Vinaldi awaits Reed, who is coming out of the corner. Drake goes for a high kick, but Reed ducks and grabs him around the waist. He tries a German Suplex, but Drake blocks it by hooking his leg around Reed’s and switching behind. He launches Johnny overhead with a German Suplex, but the agile Reed lands on his feet. Vinaldi gets to his feet while turning and takes a spinning heel kick to the face, sending him into the mat. Reed and Nexus start double stomping him now, but end up shoving each other over it. Nexus and Reed begin exchanging forearms as Vinaldi rests. Nick nails a kick to the stomach and runs to the ropes, hoping for a clothesline. Johnny ducks and connects with a superkick that sends Nexus staggering through the ropes, falling to the outside floor.
Reed runs off the opposite ropes and prepares a dive, but Vinaldi charges him and connects with a quick flying kick to the back of the head that sends him into the mat in a heap of pain. Drake grabs Reed and throws him out of the ring, sending him by Nick Nexus. NN starts to get to his feet as Vinaldi is raring to go. He runs off the opposite set of ropes, runs toward the side of the ring with Nexus and Reed, springs off the top rope, and nails a crazy flipping plancha that wipes out his opponents! The crowd goes nuts for it as, after a moment passes, Vinaldi rolls Nick back inside. He makes the cover, but Reed pulls Vinaldi out of the ring. He nails a few forearms to the jaw, stunning Drake, but Vinaldi counters with a kick to the ribcage. He and Reed struggle a moment before Nexus springs off the top rope – shooting star press suicida! The crowd goes crazy again, and Nexus gets back to his feet, screaming something in Spanish. He grabs Reed and tries to whip him into the guardrail, but Johnny miraculously covers and sends Nick into the hard steel. He grabs Nexus and lifts him into a vertical suplex before dropping him on the floor. Reed rolls back inside the ring, where Vinaldi has already made it.
Johnny charges Drake and gets taken off his feet with a leaping leg lariat. Vinaldi makes the cover, but Reed gets a shoulder up at two. Drake lifts Reed and places him in the corner. He nails a few chops to the chest before trying a whip across the ring. Reed reverses into a knee to the gut and then nails a Russian Leg Sweep in one fluid motion. He makes a cover, and Drake kicks out at two. Nexus recovers on the outside, taking full advantage of the lack of a count-out in this match. Vinaldi tries to follow, but that crafty Reed nails a poke to the eye that sends the former PWW Champion on the defensive. Reed charlie horses Vinaldi’s knee (Chris Collins would be proud) and hoists him to the top rope. He sets up a superplex from the position, but Vinaldi blocks it. Drake blocks it again, this time using a few uppercuts to the midsection. He works the body with a stiff knee, and finally connects with a stiff shot to the head that sends Reed halfway across the ring, landing hard on his back. Vinaldi gets to a decent position, preparing a Lunatic High, but Nexus cuts him off from behind, after climbing the stairs, by crotching him. Nick climbs up the turnbuckle from behind and sits on Drake’s head, sort of in a position for Vinaldi to deliver an electric chair drop. Drake slowly gets to his feet, but Nexus drives a few punches to his head before spinning around and nailing a SICK Heinekenrana that sends Vinaldi flipping and landing on Reed with a senton bomb!
“Holy S***!” chants are abound as Nexus makes the cover, covering Reed… one, two, thre-NO! He covers Vinaldi… one, two, thr-NO! Nexus pounds the mat with frustration. Nick lifts Drake to his feet, but Vinaldi slaps him in the face and grabs him into a Fisherman’s position. He lifts Nexus and charges to the turnbuckle… KRUSH RUSH! He releases the hold from exhaustion, and Nexus gets hung upside down in a tree of woe. Reed gets to his feet and charges, delivering a beautiful hang-time dropkick on Nexus’s face while he’s in the tree of woe. Reed gets to his feet and nails Drake from behind with a back rake. How heelish. He tries a back suplex, but Vinaldi nails a few elbows to the nose to prevent that, and he ultimately counters it into a bulldog. Vinaldi gets to his feet, runs to the ropes, and returns with a vicious power drive elbow to the heart of Reed. He hooks the leg, but Johnny kicks out at two and a half. Vinaldi lifts Reed and delivers a stiff chop to the chest, lighting him up. Reed backs off, finding refuge in the corner, but Vinaldi continues with a few chops to the chest. Nexus slides back inside the ring and grabs Drake from behind, catching him off guard with a German Suplex. He turns to Reed, telling Johnny to grab him. Nexus goes to the top rope, and Reed grabs Drake, hoisting him to his shoulders. He sets up what appears to be a modified version of the Sexy Party, but Vinaldi manages to guide Reed to the corner, running him into Nexus! Nick gets crotched on the top rope as Drake rolls through with a victory roll on Reed… one, two, NO!
Drake gets to his feet and goes after Nexus, climbing to the top rope. He grabs him… Drake’s going for a reverse superbomb! He tries to lift Nick, but it gets blocked. Reed climbs up behind Vinaldi and grabs him around the waist, trying a German Suplex. Drake prevents that with an elbow to the sternum and then tries to grab Nexus again. Reed gets back up and grabs Drake, turning him around. Vinaldi precariously turns and gets grabbed by Reed… Front Page Bomb! Reed covers… one, two, thr-NO! Nexus jumps off the top rope and nails a leg drop to the back of Johnny’s head! Nick rolls Reed over and makes the cover… one, two, NO! Nexus lifts Reed to his feet and Irish whips him into the corner. He spreads his legs and takes a few steps back, preparing to Blackball him, but Reed pulls his legs out of the position and moves out of the way as Nexus’ knee collides with the turnbuckle pad. He turns and Reed drops him with the Headliner! Vinaldi is back to his feet, and Reed charges… and clotheslines him over the top rope! He turns his attention back to Nexus and hooks both legs… one, two, three!
Winner: Johnny Reed via Pinfall at 14:25
The crowd boos Reed as he jumps up and down, celebrating. Michael Vista comes from the back, applauding his tag team partner’s efforts. Reed tells Vista that he wants to do some softening up for the PPV. Vista grabs a couple of chairs and slides them inside the ring. Reed and Vista lurk over Nexus, but Trent Taurus slides into the ring! He manages to take Reed down from behind with a kick between the legs. He grabs Reed and spins him around… The Blacklist! Reed gets dropped, and Vista grabs Taurus. He doubles him over and tries to deliver a powerbomb, but Vinaldi is inside the ring. He grabs one of the chairs and smacks it against the back of Vista. Will Bauer has made his way to the ring by now, and he slides inside. Vista is stunned, and in a bad position, as Vinaldi and Bauer set him up. Drake goes low with a leg sweep as Bauer connects with the Ultraviolent Radiation! Vista gets wiped out by surprise. Taurus has hold of one of the chairs now and connects with the back of Will Bauer. Vinaldi tries to fight, but he takes a shot to the head from Taurus. Nexus nails Drake with a spin kick that sends him to the mat. Nick follows up with a standing shooting star press. Trent tries to deliver the Blacklist to Bauer, but he shoves him into the ropes, sending him over the top and to the outside floor. Nick slides out of the ring, getting the last laugh on Vinaldi, as Bauer checks on his fallen tag partner. Studio 54 are met by Veronica Vasquez as they head backstage, where The Grandstands have already gone. Things have gotten more devious as we head to Steel City Showdown.
Match two:
TJ Williams/Victor Scott/Cameron Mitchell versus Brett Stokes/Dun/Matt Galaxy
Exhibition: Six-Man Tag
Written by tripledanger
After all the men come to the ring, they have a little huddle in each corner to determine who starts off the match - we end up with Victor Scott and Matt Galaxy. The match starts off fairly slow but is still fairly exciting as Galaxy's speed seems to compensate for the fifty pound advantage that Scott has. Basic moves are used all throughout until Scott catches Galaxy coming off the ropes and lands a gutwrench suplex, Scott begins to stomp at Galaxy for a few moments before tagging in Williams. Williams gets into the ring and just slaps the back of Galaxy's head and begins to taunt him, Galaxy quickly gets to his feet but Williams sends him back down with a clothesline. Galaxy manages to get back up fairly quickly and ducks under another clothesline, jumps high into the air and as Williams turns around he gets taken down with a dropkick. The crowd seems to be behind Galaxy as he stumbles to his feet and tags in Stokes. Stokes climbs to the top turnbuckle as Williams gets to his feet, only to be sent quickly back down by a picture perfect missile dropkick by Stokes. Stokes goes for the cover, but Scott breaks it up after two just for insurance.
Dun gets into the ring and charges Scott taking him down with a quick yakuza kick, Dun spins around but before he knows it Mitchell flies off the top turnbuckle hitting Dun with a moonsault as chaos ensues in the ring. Galaxy attempts to get into the ring but the referee stops him, Mitchell and Williams begin to stomp on Stokes as Dun and Scott brawl. The referee takes about a minute to restore order, but eventually he manages to separate everybody and get them back to their respective corners to keep the match underway. Stokes and Williams begin to exchange punches until Williams begins to get the upper hand, he goes for one hefty swing but Stokes ducks and drops him with a quick neckbreaker, following with a two count. Stokes gets up and tags in Dun, while at the same time Williams manages to just tag in Mitchell, the man who won his debut match against Matt Galaxy last week. Dun charges towards Mitchell, who sidesteps Dun and plants him with a hurracanrana as he turns around. Mitchell quickly gets to his feet, charges the corner and dropkicks Stokes off the apron, then punches Galaxy who tries to get into the ring to confront Mitchell but the referee stops him as a small argument ensues. Dun looks to be measuring up Mitchell, but just as Mitchell turns around, Scott enters the ring and hits Dun with a running bulldog from behind! Scott quickly rolls out of the ring and goes back to his apron as Mitchell goes for the cover, interrupted after two by Galaxy.
Mitchell gets to his feet quickly as him and Galaxy begin exchanging blows, until Mitchell whips Galaxy into the ropes, Galaxy hops onto the second rope and springboards back hitting Mitchell with a dropkick! The crowd erupts as Dun goes to cover Mitchell, but it’s broken up by Scott, who shortly after clotheslines the smaller Matt Galaxy over the top rope. Scott turns around but is quickly met with a kick to the gut by Dun and dropped with a DDT. Dun gets up, turns around but is quickly grabbed by Williams, the Falling Stock! Mitchell goes to cover Dun, as Williams starts heading back to his corner, out of nowhere Stokes flies off the top rope and lands a legdrop to the back of Mitchell’s neck! Mitchell rolls off of Dun before the three can be completed as Stokes returns to his corner. Mitchell and Dun both begin to stir, crawling to their respective corners, by this time everyone is back to their respective corners as Mitchell tags in Victor Scott, Dun tags in Brett Stokes. Scott runs into the ring but by the time he gets, Stokes comes flying at him driving the forearm into Scott’s forehead. Scott gets up fairly quickly, but Stokes takes him right back down with a cobra clutch suplex going for the quick cover, only getting a two. Stokes pulls Scott up and seems to be looking to hit Stoked… but can’t quite get him up, Williams has seen enough and charges into the ring, taking Stokes down with a sudden clothesline.
Suddenly, that ensues a brawl with all men, Galaxy charges Williams and takes him down with a spinning headscissors, Mitchell comes in and takes down Galaxy with a swinging neckbreaker, Dun comes in and plants Mitchell with a belly-to-belly suplex. Dun gets up quickly and turns right into Scott, who punches Dun in the side, sets him up and lefts him into the air into a stalling suplex position, proceeding to drop him with a brainbuster! Scott gets to his feet and is the only one up, but not for long as Stokes returns to his feet, Stokes goes to kick Scott who catches his foot, but reverse enzuigiri! Stokes goes for a quick cover but Scott kicks out after two, the ring is still full of men and the ref seems to have temporarily given up on getting the men out of the ring.
Mitchell slowly gets up and climbs to the top turnbuckle looking to hit the first person that rises but Galaxy runs into the ropes, crotching Mitchell on the top. Galaxy quickly gets to the top to grab Mitchell, hurracanrana off the top! Galaxy goes to pin Mitchell but the ref informs him that he’s not the legal man, while arguing with the ref TJ Williams gets up and charges towards Galaxy, Galaxy sidesteps as Williams flies over the top rope! Wait! No, he manages to stay on the apron, Galaxy doesn’t know it, Williams pulls Galaxy by the hair and suplexes him out of the ring! Williams goes to get back into the ring, but Dun charges into him, shoving him off the apron causing him to smack head first into the guard rail! The crowd lets out an “Oooh!” as Williams falls to the ground clutching his head, meanwhile Dun turns around just in time to see Stokes land a dropkick on Scott, Scott spins around, dazed and facing Dun, Dun quickly grabs him and.. AFFIRMATIVE ACTION! Dun cannot make the cover however since he is not the legal man, not like he could as Mitchell quickly gets right up in his face and jumps onto him with a hurracanrana attempt, Dun manages to keep Mitchell hoisted up and heads toward the ropes quickly, looking to powerbomb him over but.. hurracanrana by Mitchell, out of the ring! The move sends both men tumbling and while this is happening Stokes already has the leg of Victor Scott hooked.. ONE.. TWO.. AAAAND THREE. The bell sounds as Brett Stokes has picked up the victory for his team.
Winners: Brett Stokes/Dun/Matt Galaxy via Pinfall at 16:40
Stokes bails out of the ring and victoriously raises his arms with his teammates at his side. Williams seems rather upset over the loss, and the grin on Brett’s face really rubs it in…
Following a commercial break, we return to the backstage area, where Lance Van Leer is sitting on what appears to be some type of storage containers. He’s sulking as his head is hung low, and he seems to be disconnected from the random production assistants in the area. The body of a man dressed in black, particularly a black trenchcoat, comes into the view, and Lance’s head doesn’t even move.
Man:
It hurts, doesn’t it, Lance? The one person you love the most, and she’s betrayed you. When you need her most, you know she’s out of your reach, and yet… you yearn for her. All the thoughts of her, buzzing… buzzing through your head like a thousand bees. Swimming like fish, racing like cars, they pulse through your mind. You can’t escape them.
There is help out there for you, Lance. You’re strong, but you’re not Superman. No, Lance, I understand. These feelings… they are perfectly normal. And I want to help you live a normal life, I truly do. I want you to understand that. I want you to be successful, and I want to watch you get better. But as all things in life, there are right ways and wrong ways of doing things, and my friend, I am afraid you are about to embark on a path of grievance that will lead you to your road of ruin, and I cannot sit idly and witness something so devastating as a man tear himself apart with the aid of… alcohol… poison…[/color]
The camera pans upward to reveal Darius Falcon, making his first appearance for ages, staring at Van Leer. Lance looks up, looking at Falcon. He sighs… and then quickly stands to his feet, getting in Falcon’s face.
Lance Van Leer:
Maybe you didn’t hear me earlier. I have enough people f*cking up my life without you, Falcon. Why don’t you go back to your American Atheist Alliance meetings and leave me the f*ck alone. Don’t you have better things to do with your time?
Falcon smirks, slowly walking away.
Darius Falcon:
Suit yourself, Lance… I should’ve known. I knew you weren’t the one.
Falcon walks away, leaving an irritated World Champion behind.
We cut to the ring, in which James Simpson is already standing. There is a table in the middle, on which papers can be seen. James Simpson has a mic in hand, and he’s ready to ROCK N ROLL.
James Simpson:
Steel City Showdown may very well be the most stacked card in professional wrestling history. Every championship belt in the promotion is going to be on the line, but as many of you know, there are several non-championship bouts for which you have reason to be very excited. I’d like to introduce two men who have been at war with one another in a rivalry that predates the existence of this company. First, I’d like to introduce the man who hails from Columbus, Ohio and is known as being one of the most technically sound wrestlers in the industry today, Mr. Daniel Shine…
It doesn’t take much time for the sweet sounds of Gods of War to hit the sound system, and a chorus of boos accompanies lyrics that only Def Leppard could pull off. Daniel Shine makes his way to the ring, stepping in and shaking hands with James Simpson. He gets a microphone from ringside.
Daniel Shine:
Good evening, Mr. Simpson, it’s a pleasure to be in your presence. And might I add you’re looking well this evening? Have you been dieting, sir?
James Simpson:
Now, now, Daniel… I didn’t bring you out here to make me look good. I do that well enough on my own. No, I brought you out here because… the score needs to be settled. You’ve been feuding and feuding, and it’s time that you finally settle your rivalry with… this man!
And you know who it is. Holy Wars… The Punishment Due, otherwise known as one of Megadeth’s greatest hits, is heard from the sound system. Bruce Bishop comes out to a roar of approval from the Rhode Island crowd. Bishop gets a microphone as he enters the ring, and Shine – for good reason – keeps his distance from the beastly man. Bruce doesn’t bother speaking, as he’s more interested in hearing what Simpson has to say. James offers the men seats on opposite ends of the table, and they comply.
James Simpson:
Daniel Shine and Bruce Bishop… I’m not sure if there are two names in professional wrestling that bring more opposite feelings to the hearts of these PWW fans. Bruce, you are world renowned for being one of the greatest hardcore wrestlers in the sport. You’re not afraid to get bloody, and if you’ve got a bat… a steel chair… or even that barbed wire sledgehammer you seem to love so much, you’re not afraid to use it. Daniel Shine… well, what can I say about you, Mr. Shine, that you haven’t said about yourself.
Dan grins and boasts shamelessly.
James Simpson:
You’re arguably the best technical wrestler in the game, and you’ve helped to train some of the best. But you see, I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough of the petty insults, the cheap attacks, the quarreling… It’s going to come to a head this Sunday, because at Steel City Showdown, it’s going to be Daniel Shine, one on one, with the “Bishop of Blood.”
The crowd cheers with approval. GG useless narration. Shine speaks into the mic, visibly upset.
Daniel Shine:
Whoa, whoa, wait a minute there, Simpson. You never told me you were booking me in a match.
Bruce Bishop:
What’s the problem there, Danny? Afraid? You damn sure better be.
Shine sneers as the two men stand, but Simpson manages to calm down.
James Simpson:
Wait a minute, guys! I know your egos are too big to let this match happen, but I’m paying you both HEFTY sums to wrestle for this company, and unlike John Rivers and Ai Murasaki, I make sure I get the most out of my investments.
Daniel, Bruce… I know you two wrestle in very diverse styles. But I’d like to hear what you have to say.
Daniel Shine tries to talk, but Bruce repeatedly tells him to shut up into the microphone.
James Simpson:
Calm down, you two! Now, Daniel, you seem eager, so let’s hear from you first… Bruce, please show some decorum.
Daniel Shine:
Gladly, bossaroonie. You see, Bruce here is a Neanderthalic, retard-esque monkey in hiding, and it’s no secret. We all see past the shaved back and brace-straightened teeth to realize you’re still a few eras behind on the evolutionary chain. It’s alright, Bruce. I’m sure the accommodations have sufficed to this point. So you didn’t learn how to properly use the bathroom until you were 14. So no girls wanted to date you through high school because you’re an impolite, ape-minded brute. And so what if you’re the only person in existence to have a negative IQ? It’s okay, Bruce, really. We’re here for you. But I’ll be DAMNED if I let this moronic piece of trash to swing a chair, put people through table, or light something on fire in MY presence! Now, I know your parents did a damn fine job of suppressing that urge when you were a child. Yeah, they got a few calls from the police for vandalism and arson, but that’s all in the past, Brucey Boy. We want you to finally evolve… Evolve to a real wrestler, Bruce. Put the toys away and throw on a wristlock or a headscissors. Give the sport some justice, bro.
Bruce has trouble stifling his anger during Shine’s speech, but now Simpson gives him a chance to retort.
Bruce Bishop:
Dan, unlike you, I have no need to waste words. I’m willing to wrestle you… fight you… in whatever match James wants to book. If it goes in your favor, so be it. If it goes in mine, then you should prepare yourself for a merciless ass-whooping. James, you told us the who, the where, the when, and the why, now give us the what – What match is it going to be?
Daniel Shine:
Yeah, Simpson, are you going to cave into his stupid demands and allow weapons in the ring, or are you going to do the HONORABLE thing and book a WRESTLING match?
Bruce Bishop:
Dammit, Dan, if you’d shut up for one second and let the man speak, maybe he’d tell you!
Daniel Shine:
You know you wouldn’t last five minutes in the ring with me under pure rules. You know I’m the better submission wrestler. I could make you tap out in over a thousand holds.
Bruce Bishop:
And I could splatter your brains against the canvas with a barbed wire sledgehammer shot – What’s your goddamn point?
James Simpson:
SHUT UP YOU TWO! Now, it’s PAINFULLY obvious that Daniel Shine wants a match where submissions are key, but Bruce Bishop wants the element of weapons…
…And that’s why I have come to this grand solution. Look at the contracts in front of you, gentlemen.
And they do. Shine flips through quickly and looks surprised before answering in the microphone.
Daniel Shine:
An I QUIT match?
Bruce smirks, nodding his head with great pleasure. Eww.
James Simpson:
You want it hardcore, Bruce? You got it! You want the match to end with a submission, Dan? You got that, too! Are you two… happy… now? Are you ready to put your money where your mouths are, or am I going to have to sue you for breach of contract?!
Shine starts stammering, but he eventually grabs the pen and signs the paper. Bruce eagerly signs his contract as well, and the two men get up from their seats and stare down. Suddenly, from the crowd, the unnamed Black man who had accompanied Shine the week earlier slides into the ring with a bat. He nails Bruce in the back with it, sending him down to the mat. The fans boo as Owens and Shine start stomping Bishop. Terry Martinez gets away from the commentary position, claiming he’s “Gotta get a piece of this action.” Martinez slides inside the ring as Shine and Owens hold Bruce back. He drives a kick to Bruce’s head, but the monster reawakens. Martinez lets out a girlish shriek and runs out of the ring. Bruce shoves Owens away, but Shine delivers a kick between the legs, dropping Bruce to a ring. Owens and Shine relocate the table and deliver a few more shots to the back of his head. Owens helps Dan lift Bruce into the Shineplex on Steroids, and the fans watch as Bruce gets driven through the table, on the same night as his Main Event match against Lance Van Leer! Bruce lies in the wreckage as Shine picks up a microphone…
Daniel Shine:
You may have well signed your last will and testament, Bruce, because there’s no way you’re walking out of Steel City Showdown alive, and there’s DAMN SURE no way you’re getting the win!
Shine drops the mic and rolls out with his posse…
Match three:
Roderick Brookes/Michael Simons versus Richard Storrs/Seth Sinister
Exhibition: Tag Team
Simons and Storrs start things out, and the two go into a lock-up. Storrs pulls Simons into a side headlock, but he gets shoved into the ropes. Simons connects with a shoulderblock on Richard’s return, but it’s to little effect. Storrs runs to the ropes and ducks under a leapfrog from Simons on his return, before swiftly turning around and grabbing him into a waistlock. He attempts a German Suplex, but that one gets blocked by Simons who switches around and nails a quick back suplex. He makes the cover, but Storrs easily kicks out. Simons lifts Richard to his feet and tags into Brookes, who eagerly comes in and starts driving punches and chops into Richard’s body. A few shots to the jaw and chops to the chest later, and Storrs is reeling. Richard gets thrown across the ring with a huge overhead belly-to-belly suplex by Brookes, who is grinning with sadism. He motions for Storrs to get to his feet, and he does, just in time to duck under a yakuza kick attempt. He nails a jawbreaker on Brookes that stuns him and follows with a neckbreaker. Storrs scurries to his corner and tags in Sinister, who climbs to the top rope. Brookes gets up and takes a missile dropkick that scores a two count for Sinister.
Seth fires stomps to Brookes and does some weird taunt to Simons. He lifts Brookes and delivers a high knee to the head, stunning him. He fires a few more, but as Seth runs to the ropes for a tremendous knee strike, Brookes lunges and catches him with a vicious lariat that drives the unsuspecting man into the mat with great ferocity. Brookes makes the cover this time, but Storrs is there to break it up with an elbow to the back of the head. Richard throws Brookes through the ropes and to the outside and goes outside himself to capitalize. He sends the big man shoulder-first into the steel steps, and I have to say, this is the first time I’ve seen Brookes this weakened in battle for quite some time. Brookes holds his shoulder, and Storrs makes matters worse with a single arm DDT on the ringside area. He rolls Roderick back inside, and Sinister capitalizes with a cross armbar. Brookes reaches the ropes after a moment of struggle, but he definitely needs a tag. Sinister lifts Brookes and attempts a huracarrana, but Roderick hangs on and hoists Sinister into the air… huge powerbomb! He holds the position and gets a two count before Sinister kicks out. Brookes turns him over, applying a Samoan Crab! Sinister writhes with pain, but Brookes’ left arm has trouble holding the move. He sits on Sinister for a lower center of gravity, but Storrs clocks him in the back of the head with a big kick. He grabs Brookes and attempts the Dollar Mark, but Brookes shoves him off.
Simons has seen enough and gets in the ring. He charges and connects with Storrs, nailing a nice leg lariat. He lifts Richard and hoists him into the air… Brainbuster! Storrs holds his neck in pain, and Simons rolls him out of the ring. Sinister gets caught with an STO by Brookes, who falls to the mat, holding his arm in pain. Simons returns to his corner and yells at Brookes to make the tag. He does, and Simons comes in, instantly charging Sinister with a leaping double knee shot to the midsection. That stuns Sinister and leaves him open for a huge DDT. Simons makes the cover, but Storrs pulls the referee out. He gets inside the ring and attacks Simons from behind, nailing a clothesline to the back of the head. He stomps Simons, but an angered Brookes returns to the ring. He grabs Storrs, who tries begging him off, and nails a huge kick to the stomach. Brookes hoists Storrs to his shoulders into the Church Bombing. Simons grins with malice and grabs Storrs off the move… BLIND EYE HALO/CHURCH BOMBING COMBO~!!!1 The Crowd eats it up!
Sinister is left all alone now, and he feels the full force of a 260-pound knee to the face from Brookes in the corner. Roderick hoists Simons to his shoulders… WAKE THE F*CK UP! Simons chuckles, but wags his finger. He lifts Sinister to his feet now… BLIND EYE HALO! Roderick sighs and pulls Sinister back to his feet. He tries another Wake The F*ck Up, but Storrs makes a miraculous recovery to low blow Roderick, dropping him to a knee. Sinister falls off the shoulders of his opponent and rolls on the mat, trying to get out of there. Storrs is still dazed from the offense, and Simons takes care of him with a devastating Blind Eye Halo! He spots Sinister trying to get away and pulls him back to the center of the ring. Wait… what the hell…
The Ghost of Spike Angel runs into the ring and charges Simons, but Michael kicks him in the stomach and nails a DDT! The Best. Tag Team. Ever. are now in the ring, going after the duo of Brookes and Simons, but Brookes is back to his feet and nails a huge kick to the face of Magnum, sending him out of the ring. Simons grabs Justice and delivers an inverted atomic drop. He slaps him in the face, and Justice turns around in time to take a lariat from Brookes! Roderick spots Roberto Rodriguez and eagerly drills him into the canvas with an STO variant. The Mime and Russya are ready to get in the ring… but ultimately make out at ringside, opting not to risk their bodies. Brookes grabs Sinister now, who manages to fight back with a claw to the eyes. He attempts the Sinister DDT, but Brookes is a bit too heavy. Simons grabs Sinister out of it and drops him on his head with a German Suplex. He then hoists him back to his feet… ANOTHER Blind Eye Halo! Simons hooks the legs as Brookes gives Storrs a massive Euro Uppercut. Simons gets the three…
Winners: Michael Simons/Roderick Brookes via Pinfall at 12:39
Simons and Brookes bail out of the ring, not wanting anymore of Jokes ‘R Us’ escapades. They seem pretty content with their teamwork…
Main Event:
Lance Van Leer versus Bruce Bishop
Exhibition: Singles
Written by Dr. Faust
There is no cliche lost between these two men. As soon as the Bishop of Blood climbs into the ring, Van Leer charges him with a knee to the skull, nearly knocking him back out of the ring. Bishop pulls himself back in and stands, and the two immediately begin trading blows until Bishop begins to get the upper hand, backing Van Leer into the corner and whipping him across to the other. Van Leer immediately charges back at Bishop when he hits the corner and gets taken down with a huge clothesline. Van Leer climbs to his feet immediately and shoulder blocks Bishop, who teeters but doesn't fall, calling for another. Van Leer is happy to oblige him, and bounces off the rope, hitting Bishop with another, still not quite knocking him over. Bishop begs for more and Van Leer charges him again, but instead of the shoulder block that Bishop was expect, Van Leer baseball slides between the bigger man's legs and hits a big German Suplex, flooring him. Van Leer doesn't give the Perfect Killer time to breathe, rolling him onto his stomach and locking in a Crippler Crossface, pulling the neck and arm of the former HCW champ and straining the muscles of his massive frame. Van Leer knows Bishop isn't going to tap, but he locks the hold in hoping to damage Bruce's neck. Bishop defiantly pulls himself to the ropes and Van Leer utilizes the full five count before breaking the hold and immediately delivering enraged stomps to the back of Bishop's neck, keeping him down. Van Leer sees what he thinks is an opening and tries to drop an elbow on Bishop, but he rolls away just in the nick of time, leaving Van Leer to hit nothing but the mat.
Bishop is back up to his feet again and meets Lance with a kick to the gut before flooring him with the Perfect Kill! Van Leer looks like he's just been hit in the face with a hammer as Bishop goes for the pin. The dazed Van Leer manages to get his shoulder up at two, to the surprise of nobody. Bishop lifts the weakened Van Leer up and over his head in a military press, looking for the Endless Agony, trying to finish Lance fast. But when Bishop drops Van Leer to his shoulders, the King of Controversy reverses the move, bringing the Murder City native straight down onto his bald skull with a DDT! Bishop is the one who looks dazed as he holds his neck in pain. The move looks to have taken alot out of both men, but Lance rolls over and onto his feet first. He grabs Bishop and brings the big man back up to his feet before bending him over with a boot to the gut and dropping him again with a Pulling Piledriver. Van Leer hooks the leg. 1. 2. OH F*CK NO BISHOP KICKS OUT. Van Leer looks a little pissed that the big man's neck injuries aren't as extensive as he had hoped. He drags Bishop to the center of the ring and sits on the big man's back, locking him in the Camel Clutch! BAH GAWD, LANcE VAN LEER IS MAKING THE BISHOP OF BLOOD HUMBLE! Van Leer pulls back on the chin of his opponent occasionally punching the bigger man in the back of his head whenever he struggles. Bishop looks ready to tap, but instead of giving up, the big man lifts his massive frame, powering out of the hold on his hands and knees. Van Leer, unhampered by his homoerotic situation, continues to wail on the back of Bishop's head as the big man gets to his feet and Van Leer quickly converts from a camel clutch to a sleeper. Bishop looks woozy but backs Van Leer into the corner, slamming him against the turnbuckle until he releases the hold. Bishop stumbles forward a bit, holding his neck, as Van Leer leans against the turnbuckle he was just crushed against. Bishop sees the opening and turns back, lifting Van Leer onto the turnbuckle and climbing to the second rope. Van Leer sees what's coming and begins to fire rights into Bishop's head, but Bishop is having none of it, locking Van Leer in a front facelock and delivering hard shots to his stomach until he doesn't have the wind to counter. Bishop lifts Van Leer up...AVALANCHE BRAIN BUSTAH! Van Leer is f*cking DEAD. No question here. Bishop rolls over his opponent and hooks the leg. ONE. TWO. WTF CHARLES? VAN LEER GETS A LEG ON THE ROPE! Bishop looks as if he's seen a ghost that kicked out of a huge match ending move.
Bishop is in absolute disbelief, still holding his neck in pain as he glares over at Van Leer wondering exactly what he has to do to get the PWW Champion to stay down. Bishop lifts Van Leer's limp frame, but Van Leer throws Bishop's hands away and hits him with the Carson City Cutter! Both men are down again, and the referee begins the count. Both men struggle to their feet, beating a double countout by about half a second, they immediately begin laying into each other with big slugging right hands, until Van Leer gets the advantage over the weakened Bishop with a rake to the eyes. As Bishop stumbles back in pain, Van Leer slips behind him and goes for a German Suplex, but Bishop pushes off the mat before Van Leer can lift him, throwing all his weight back and crushing Van Leer under his 300 pound frame out of sheer desparation.
Bishop rolls off of Van Leer, his neck clearly pained as he wasn't able to avoid all of the impact of that suplex. van Leer is to his feet before Bishop and nails a vicious kick to side of his head before he can get to his feet. The Bishop of Blood manages to get to his feet despite the figurative and literal pain in his neck. Bishop charges Van Leer with another kick to the stomach, setting him up for a Bishop Bomb. He hits it, and Van Leer is hurt bad! Bishop looks ready to end it.
Daniel Shine comes rushing down the ramp, steel chair in hand. He slides into the ring, much to the referee's disdain. As soon as he's to his feet, he swings the chair at Bishop, who ducks it and blasts him with a boot to the face, sending him out of the ring as quickly as he came. Bishop glares out at Mr. Greatest Wrestler In The World, who decides not to get back into the ring. Smart man. Bishop turns back around to see Lance Van Leer struggling back to his feet and meets him with another huge kick to the gut. Lance falls to one knee and Bishop lifts him up onto one shoulder and charges towards the turnbuckle, but Van Leer jams his thumbs into Bishop's eyes, before slipping from his grip and pushing him chest first into the turnbuckle. The referee reprimands Lance, but is shut up when the blinded Bishop turns and clocks him in straight the jaw. The ref is down, and Van Leer grabs the blinded big man and rams him shoulder first into the ringpost. Bishop's neck and shoulder look like they were hurt pretty bad from the impact and Van Leer moves to the opposite corner waiting for Bishop to turn so he can finish him off. But the veteran is smart enough not to leave the corner. At least not without some coaxing, as Daniel Shine rushes over to the corner on the outside of the ring and gets Bishop's attention, just as the Hardcore Hero looks up, Shine swings for the fences, clocking him straight in the head with the chair and busting him open. Bishop stumbles back from the corner and turns around, dazed and Van Leer takes the opportunity, shattering the big man with a Van Leer Spear and dropping to his knees in exhuastion. The ref isn't up yet and Van Leer looks down at Bishop, noticing his bloodied skull, immediately glaring over at Shine, who's still holding the chair. Van Leer looks ready to kill Shine, but the referee is up and Van Leer goes for the cover, glaring at Shine the whole time as he picks up the victory.
Winner: Lance Van Leer via Pinfall at 18:21
Van Leer is back to his feet in a rage and immediately begins shouting obscenities at Shine for interfering in his business. Shine looks pleadingly at Van Leer, saying it had to be done. Van Leer doesn't look convinced as Shine beats a hasty retreat up the ramp before Van Leer can come after him.
Now go RP for your PPV matches!