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The obligatory pan across the arena is prevalant as "Droppin' Plates" by Disturbed plays over the PA. Signs, a good half of them paying homage to Ariel, and the other half dedicated to other things... "I'M STILL KENNY ROGERS!" "STONE COLD 2 EAW!!!" "ARIEL 4-EVA!" "CODE RED FOR KIRK ANGEL!!" "FASHA IS THE REAL NEXT BIG THING!!" "BROCK ATE MY OTHER SIGN!" "EKUSUTORIIMU!!" and "WILD MELONS ATE THE DEPRAVED WALRUS' MONKEY, JIM!"
BG: We are live!!! The Pontiac Silverdome in Detroit City, Michigan is home to EAW Aggression!! And despite everything that's happened as of late, the show must go on! Because I know that's what Ariel would've wanted! BeeGee Hyde and Paul Heyman here at ringside! Get ready for one hell of a show!
Paul: It's truly a damn shame that such a promising young star in Ariel Bridges had to be cut short! But I happen to have it on great authority that the higher-ups in the EAW... Gokuo, Morrigan, and Donnie B have unaminously dedicated this show to the little girl's memory!
BG: And that's just wonderful of them. So... as Jim Ross would say in this kind of situation, "Let's have some fun!"
"Droppin' Plates" fades out... and "Superstar" cues up in its place! David Flair comes out, strangely enough, without Kelly as the fans boo the younger Flair.
BG: And here comes the challenger to our first match here tonight! Conspicuous by her absence is Kelly, though...
Paul: Very conspicuous! Without a healthy dosage of T&A this show might fall flat!
BG: Hmph. Right...
David Flair enters the ring... and then "It's Love" cues up, and dropping down from the grappling wire, right side-up for a change, is Oseiko!
BG: And here comes out EAW EKUSUTORIIMU champion!
Paul: Ugh, don't you start...
BG: Why not! It's without question that Oseiko is probably the best EAW Extreme champion we've ever had!
Paul: Oh, there's no doubt! Oseiko has done things as Extreme champion that are nothing more than astonishing, using everything as a weapon since she's a ninja! But I have a gut feeling David Flair is going to end the reign of Ekusutoriimu tonight!
Oseiko slides into the ring and pulls the Extreme title off of the left shoulder of her championship duster, handing it to referee Dave Hebner. Hebner then rings the bell...
BG: And here we go! David charges in, but Oseiko catches him, redirects him to the corner! FORWARD FLIPS TOWARDS HIM! ELBOW DROP-- FACECRUSHER!!! David snaps up, dazed and-- JAPANESE ARM DRAG BY OSEIKO! Flair gets up-- OH, AND A SPLITS THROAT THRUST BY OSEIKO! Oseiko stalks Flair as he gets up... FLAIR LUNGES IN AND-- SHIN BREAKER!! Grabs Oseiko and-- wait, THIS soon?!!
Paul: THE LEGENDARY END!!! DAVID FLAIR IS PLANNING TO END THE MATCH EARLY!!!
BG: Don't be stupid! Oseiko's not going to tap out THIS early!! Wait, Oseiko's managing to sit up... and-- a HEADBUTT TO OSEIKO?! I've NEVER seen Oseiko do a headbutt before!!
Paul: A ninja is trained to use every body part as a lethal weapon! Her skull must be like reinforced steel!!
BG: I wouldn't go THAT far... Flair picks her up... SHIN BREAKER!! ... and ANOTHER ONE!! ONE MORE-- NO, OSEIKO COUNTERS!!! SPINS HIM AROUND-- STANDING DROPKICK!!! Oseiko slides out of the ring... and pulls out... ooohhhhh...
Paul: OSEIKO-CHAN!! TABLE DESU YO!!!
BG: Ugh, and we've lost our Japanese viewers. =p Oseiko also pulls out a steel chair and unfolds it, placing it onto the table... what's she going to do here! Oh, Flair's about to get up! Oseiko notices, slides back in and-- SPINNING WHEEL KICK SENDS HIM REELING!! Oseiko grabs him, whips him to the ropes and-- TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER!! Oseiko slides back out of the ring now and pulls out... ooohhhh... a ladder!!
Paul: She goes into the ring and sets it up right next to the ropes! What does she got planned here?!
BG: I wish I knew-- OHH! FLAIR WITH A CLOTHESLINE FROM BEHIND!! FLAIR GOES UP TO THE TOP!! KNEE DROP-- BARELY MISSES OSEIKO!! FLAIR GRABS HER LEG!!! HER ARM-- WHIPS HER-- NO, SHORTARM-- KNEE TO THE GUT!!! Flair now slides out of the ring... what's he got... ohhhh, man...
Paul: The gold crowbar!!! WCW OLDSCHOOL TIME!!!
BG: David Flair pulling out all the stops! Slides in and swings that crowbar--AND OSEIKO'S KNOCKED FOR A LOOP!! I THINK SHE'S BUSTED WIDE OPEN!!! FLAIR WITH THE COVER!! ONE! TWO! NO!! OSEIKO KICKS OUT! Flair gets upset... picks her up... sets her up-- NO, OSEIKO DUCKS! BACKFLIPS OVER HIM AND-- LEG BREAKER!!! Flair hops up... he looks angry! SWINGS A CLOTHESLINE-- OSEIKO BLOCKS AND-- COUNTERS INTO AN ARMBAR!!! IMPRESSIVE COUNTER!!!!
Paul: Amazing! There's no doubt Oseiko's a DAMN good shooter!
BG: But Flair's still got the crowbar and-- OHHHH!!!!! MY GOD, HE SMACKS IT AGAINST OSEIKO'S KNEE TO BREAK THE HOLD!! Oseiko rolls to her knees... Flair comes at her-- OSEIKO KICKS THE CROWBAR OUT OF HIS HANDS!! GRABS HIS LEGS AND-- THERE IT IS!!!
BG: THE KUMO NO AMIMONO!!! THE SPIDER'S WEB!!! IT'S LOCKED IN TIGHT!!! LOCKED IN DAMN TIGHT!!! FLAIR'S CHANCES OF WINNING THE EXTREME TITLE MAY BE SHOT!!! BUT HE'S HANGING ON!!!! HE'S REACHING FOR THAT CROWBAR!!! CAN HE... WILL HE... YES!!!! HE'S GOT IT!!! AND-- RIGHT INTO OSEIKO'S TAILBONE!!!!!
Paul: Ouch!
BG: Flair now, grabbing Oseiko's legs and-- FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK!!!! HIS FATHER'S SIGNATURE MOVE!!!
Paul: WOULD IT BE SO FITTING FOR DAVID FLAIR TO BEAT OSEIKO WITH HIS FATHER'S FINISHING MOVE!!!
BG: Oseiko's not giving in, though... I think she might be... YES! INSTANT TURNOVER!!!! REVERSE INDIAN DEATHLOCK!!! AND FLAIR'S THE ONE IN PAIN!! Oseiko quickly releases the hold though! Oseiko grabs Flair and-- FLAIR SPINS HER AROUND! BACK SIDE SLAM!! PICK UP! KNEE TO THE GUT AND-- DDT!!! Flair now goes to the outside... glances at what Oseiko had put together and ignores it... and he gets a... pair of handcuffs and a blindfold!
Paul: HAH!! I see what he's going to do! He's going to block Oseiko's eyes out and cuff her hands behind her!! Shades of the Rock/Foley match at the Royal Rumble in '99!!
BG: My God! You're right! He's handcuffed Oseiko!! And... blindfolded her!! SHE'S NOT GOING TO SEE THIS COMING!!! Now he's got another steel chair!! LOOK AT HIM! HE'S... HE'S GONE PSYCHO!
Paul: WCW OLDSCHOOL ONCE MORE!!
BG: Oseiko's up to her feet! Flair raises that chair up and-- A KICK TO THE GUT BY OSEIKO?! OSEIKO WITH A KICK TO DAVID'S HEAD! FLAIR DROPS THE CHAIR AND-- KUMO NO SASU, VAN DAMINATOR STYLE, THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO FLAIR'S FACE?!!!
Paul: IMPOSSIBLE!!!! OSEIKO'S BLINDFOLDED!!! HOW THE HELL DID SHE KNOW?!!!
BG: Her sakki!! It had to be! That and ninjas are infamous for their blindfighting techniques!!
Paul: THAT'S NOT FAIR!!!
BG: It's an Extreme match, anything's fair! Oseiko... showing her flexibility and sliding her cuffed hands to her front! Takes off the blindfold! Flair's out of it, so Oseiko... is... that a lockpick she just pulled out of her pocket?!
Paul: ... Okay, that's just too contrived!
BG: Be prepared for anything I guess! Oseiko's free and she grabs Flair up! Tosses him outside and... I think she's setting him up for that elaborate-looking setup she fixed at ringside! She gets Flair up onto the chair! Slides into the ring! Climbs the ladder! HARDYZ GUNZ IN THE AIR AND--!!!
BG: OMIGOD!!!!!!! THAT WAS-- A KUMORANA OFF THE LADDER!!!! RIGHT ONTO DAVID'S SHOULDERS!!!! AND SHE SHATTERED THE TABLE UPON IMPACT!!!! PIN!!! ONE! TWO! THR--NOO!?!?!!!
Paul: She didn't get the win, but DAMN!! That was the most extreme, suicidal, homocidal, genocidal move I've EVER SEEN!!!
BG: Sabu she ain't. =p Oseiko rolls the battered Flair back into the ring! Slides in herself and sets up up! KUMOUCHIKOMU!! SPIDER DRIVER! Oseiko now-- MAHISTROL CRADLE! ONE! TWO! THR--NO!! DAVID FLAIR JUST BARELY GETS OUT OF THAT MOVE! Oseiko kippups! Grabs Flair from behind-- SLEEPING NECKBREAKER! Oseiko runs to the top rope! AND-- SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!! NO! DAVID FLAIR ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!! FLAIR CHARGES THE RECOVERING OSEIKO-- OSEIKO COUNTERS! PULLING WALK SLAM!! ONE! TWO! THR--NO!!! FLAIR GETS A SHOULDER UP!! OSEIKO BACKFLIPS TO HER FEET! RUNS-- STANDING KUMORANA! ONE! TWO! THR--NO!!! FLAIR REFUSES TO GIVE UP!! Oseiko picks him up! Gestures the Hardyz Gunz to him! BANG! IT'S ABOUT TO END!! KUMO NO SASU COMING U--
"Is this on?! Hello?!!"
BG: What th--?! A-Ariel?!
Paul: LOOK! ON THE JUMBOTRON!!!
BG: ... oh my God...
On the Jumbotron is Ariel! Exactly how she looked moments before Sweetooth brutally slaughtered the kitten-girl!!
BG: Look at Oseiko! She's stopped! Rightfully so! But... how?!
"EVERYONE!! GET OUT OF THE ARENA!!! IF THERE'S ANYONE STILL HERE, GET OUT NOW!!! SWEETOOTH IS HERE! HE'S COME FOR ME AND ME ONLY!!! PLEASE ESCAPE!!! DON'T GO OUT THROUGH THE MAIN ENTRANCE!! ESCAPE WHILE YOU STILL CAN!!! PLEASE!!!!"
BG: ... This... how... who could...
Paul: Oseiko's tearing up! She's losing her focus!
"... Mommy... Daddy... Sakura... Brusel and Celeny... Tiger... Molly... Kane, Christina... I love all of you... please... try not to be sad..." BG: WHA--?! FLAIR WITH THE CROWBAR TO OSEIKO'S HEAD!!! AND NOW--
BG: THE LEGENDARY END!!!!! OSEIKO'S TRYING NOT TO GIVE IN, BUT... MY GOD, HER WILL'S BEEN SHATTERED BY THAT FOOTAGE!!! OSEIKO'S IN AGONY! BUT EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL!! OSEIKO SITS UP AGAIN! TRIES TO GRAB FLAIR'S HEAD BUT HE YANKS IT AWAY!!!! FLAIR'S GOT IT IN TIGHT! OSEIKO... DON'T TAP OUT!!! NOT LIKE THIS!!! DON--
Paul: SHE TAPPED!!!! OSEIKO TAPPED OUT!!!! IT WAS A DIRTY UNDERHANDED AND LOW LOW TACTIC, BUT HE DID IT!!! DAVID FLAIR IS THE NEW EAW EXTREME CHAMPION!!!
BG: ...
Paul: An exciting match! But the better... man, BeeGee, where're you going? BeeGee?! Hey, that chair! Put it down!! PUT IT-- HOLY CRAP!!!! BEEGEE JUST CLOCKED A WEARY DAVID FLAIR IN THE HEAD WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR!!! SO MUCH FOR PROFESSIONALISM!! AGAIN WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!! AND AGAIN!!! AGAIN!! AGAIN AND AGAIN!!!!! o_O;;;; BEEGEE'S SNAPPED!!!!
BeeGee throws the chair down, then helps to her feet the defeated Oseiko, carrying her out of the ring.
Paul: Uhm... I guess we'll be... right back? ^_^;
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Back to the arena... where we have two familiar faces one from another federation at the seats!
Ayane: Konban wa, minna!! Ayane Mitsui here with Jerry "The King" Lawler of the WWE! This is still EAW Aggression! But with BeeGee Hyde and Paul Heyman both out attending other things, we were told to take their place for this appropriate EAW Vs. WWE match! Most likely the first of many!
King: No doubt! You know, Ayane... you're a heck of a lot better looking than my other co-host! Hmm, maybe this Lord Gokuo guy's got the right idea...
Ayane: ^_^; Uhm, let's go now to the ring...
BOOM! HERE COMES THE BOOM! READY OR NOT! HA HA! HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW!!
Fasha comes out to the sounds of P.O.D.'s "Boom," and the fans give her a rousing pop!
Ayane: Here comes the EAW Superstar seeking to give WWE's Brock Lesnar his first loss here tonight!!
King: Not a chance! He's not called the Next Big Thing for no--... is that a tail?! o_O;
Ayane: Yes, it is. Fasha's a Saiyan. ^_^
King: ... Isn't that some kind of vegetable?! =/
Ayane: ^_^;
Fasha slides into the ring and turns around, skipping backwards, then throwing several punches in the air, getting ready as "Boom" fades out... and is replaced by Megadeth's "Crush 'Em!"
Ayane: And here comes The Next Big Thing!! Flanked by Paul Heyman! Brock Lesnar looks... wow, he looks intense!
Lawler: He's always intense! Why, I hear when he was born he roared at the doctor and gave the nurse an F5!
Ayane: ... o_O;; That's... quite the mental image...
Brock climbs over the top rope with Heyman staying at ringside. Referee Tommy Sato quickly calls the bell...
Ayane: Fasha and Brock tie-up! Both of them... seem to be testing each others power! AND-- FASHA GETS THROWN BACK!!!
King: HA! What was Fasha thinking?! No one can outpower Brock Lesnar!
Ayane: Fasha kippups and ties up with Brock again... and... BROCK GETS THROWN BACK!!!!
King: AAAHHH!! O_O!
Ayane: LOOK AT HEYMAN! EVEN HE CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! BROCK GETS UP AND TIES UP WITH FASHA! IRISH WHIP! GRAB AND-- POWERSLAM!!! Fasha quick to get up and-- ITAI!!!!! THAT WAS ONE HELLACIOUS CLOTHESLINE!!!!
King: The Next Big Thing, Ayane! This match'll be over VERY very soon!!
Ayane: Don't sell Fasha too short, King! Brock picks Fasha up.. FASHA PUSHES BROCK BACK AND-- SCOOP SLAM!!!! WHAT STRENGTH DOES FASHA POSSESS!! Brock's up though! HUGE PUNCH KNOCKS FASHA BACK! GRABS HER AND-- FULL NELSON SLAM!!! Fasha struggles to get up! Brock picks her up-- FASHA-- IRISH WHIPS BROCK WITH HER TAIL?!
King: What th--?!
Ayane: POWERSLAM BY FASHA!! Fasha goes to pick Brock up-- BROCK KICKS HER AWAY! GETS UP-- ANOTHER HUGE CLOTHESLINE!!! FASHA ROLLS WITH IT THOUGH!!!! GRABS BROCK-- LIFTS HIM UP AND SHIN BREAKER!!!!!
King: AAAHHHHHHH!!! HOW STRONG IS THIS GIRL?!!
Ayane: *giggle* Welcome to the EAW, Lawler! ^_^ Fasha picks Brock up-- BROCK WITH ANOTHER CLOTHESLINE!!! And Heyman likes what he sees! Brock picks Fasha up and-- POWERFUL GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Picks her back up.. and CLUBS HER BACK DOWN!!! Brock just toying with Fasha now! Grabs her... lifts her up!!! GORILLA PRESS SLAM COMING U--NO!!! INTO A RUNNING POWERSLAM!!!!!
King: Fasha must be regretting picking a fight with The Next Big Thing, now is she?
Ayane: I don't think she's ever regretted anything! Brock picks Heyman up... look at the wild gaze in his eyes, I-- WHOA!!!!! FASHA WITH A SUDDEN-- well, GOOOOORRRRRE!!!!! GOOORRRREEEE!!!!! *giggle*
King: This is unbelievable!! Brock Lesnar's geting matched strength for strength with a girl half his size!!
Ayane: Fasha grabs up Brock and whips him to the ropes! charges in-- BROCK CATCHES HER!!! AND-- FALLING POWERSLAM!!! COVER! ONE! TWO! NO!!! FASHA KICKS OUT!! Brock just snarls... and picks Fasha up... FASHA PUSHES BROCK AND-- SPINNING HEEL KICK STAGGERS THE NEXT BIG THING!! FASHA RUSHES UP AND-- HURRICARANA!!! BROCK'S UP THOUGH! KICK TO THE GUT AND-- BIG BOOT RIGHT IN THE HEAD!!!! FASHA'S DOWN ONCE AGAIN!!
King: Why don't she just give up?!
Ayane: It's not her style, King! But Brock picks her up.. grabs her head and FLINGS HER AWAY!! Fasha tries to get up... BUT GETS CLOTHESLINED BACK DOWN!! Brock, once more, toying with Fasha! Picks her up... and... PUMPHANDLE SLAM-- YES! HE KEEPS A HOLD ON HER THOUGH! AND-- RUNNING POWERSLAM!!! Picks her back up... and it looks like... YES! THE F5!!!!! IT'S OVER!!! But... what's Paul saying to Brock? It sounds like... o_o; ANOTHER F5?!!
King: Well, Fasha DID say it'd take three F5s to put her down!!
Ayane: Hai, ano... ANOTHER F5!!!! And Heyman... hai, another F5! AND-- ITAAIIIII!!!! Fasha's neck must be sore if not broken!! Brock turns to Heyman... HEYMAN'S TELLING BROCK TO DO ANOTHER F5?!! MY goodness, I-- o_O!!! FASHA'S GETTING UP!!!!!
King: AAAHHHHH!!!! HOW?!
Ayane: FASHA'S A SAIYAN! SHE'S TOUGHER THAN ANY NORMAL HUMAN! SHE GRABS BROCK FROM BEHIND!! SLEEPER WITH SCISSORS!!! LOCKED IN TIGHT-- NO! BROCK POWERS OUT!!! BROCK-- CLOTHESLINE SENDS HER BACK DOWN!!!! Brock now, climbing the top rope?! What's he going to... O_O!!
King: O_O!!!
Ayane: SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM BROCK LESNAR!!!! YES, YOU HEARD ME RIGHT!!! A SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM THE NEXT BIG THING!!!!!! AND THE COVER!!!! ONE! TWO! THR--NO!!!!!!! FASHA GETS A SHOULD UP BARELY!!!!!!! THAT WAS AWESOME!!! EVEN HEYMAN'S SHOCKED!!!
King: A MAN THE SIZE OF BROCK LESNAR DOING A SHOOTING STAR PRESS?! IF I HADN'T SEEN IT I WOULDN'T HAVE BELIEVED IT!!!
Ayane: Brock picks her up... ANOTHER F5 coming up!!! AND DOWN!!!! COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! NO!!! FASHA JUST BARELY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!!! And Brock's... LIVID!!! HE'S PUNCHING AT FASHA'S FACE NOW!! Brock picks her up... and-- REVERSE STO FROM FASHA!!!!
King: DOWNWARD SPIRAL!!!
Ayane: Whatever... Fasha slowly getting up, as is Brock... Fasha grabs-- BROCK COUNTERS! TILT-A-WHIRL SIDE SLAM!!! Brock grabs Fasha-- SHE KICKS HIM AWAY! GETS UP-- MULE KICK BY FASHA!!! Fasha waits for Brock to get up... and-- GUILLOTINE STRIKES-- NO!!! BROCK COUNTERS WITH A HUGE POWERBOMB!!!!! Picks her back up... ANOTHER F5?!!! NO! DON'T!!! ITAAIII!!!!
King: Oooooo... Fasha should just quit while she still got a head!
Ayane: Brock covers! ONE! TWO! THREE!! Fasha gets the shoulder up a second too late!!! Brock wins one for the WWE!!
Winner: Brock Lesnar
Ayane: Still, Fasha took everything Brock gave her and then some! FIVE F5s and a SHOOTING STAR PRESS of all things!! Fasha's proven herself to be extremely tough! Fasha's up now! She's staggered up and... she's got a mic! Brock's about ready to leave the ring!
"BROCK!!" Fasha gasps out. "... Brock, I gotta hand it to ya... I... I knew they didn't call you the Next Big Thing for nothing, big man... now that I've fought you... I know for a fact... you're gonna kick some major ass in the future... you got my total respect..."
Brock just stares at Fasha... then shakes his head as he climbs out of the ring and leaves with Heyman.
Ayane: What an exciting match!! Well, don't go away! Rash Vs. The Unibomb, next! And BeeGee & Heyman will be back for the rest of the show! For the King, this is Ayane Mitsui! Enjoy the rest of the show! ^_^
**Ad Break**
"Here Comes The Pain" by Slayer begins to play, and the crowd reacts with vicious booing.
BG: Well, everyone...up next we have a match that's been brewing ever since Glenda made her impact felt during the Kelly-Megan Eko match well over a month ago. After not only piefacing Megan but also attacking Kelly, Rash has been after Glenda for a while now.
Paul: Well, when a member of Generation NEXT is out for revenge, you can bet the farm that they will GET it!
Capetta: The following No Disqualification match is scheduled for one fall, with a 10 minute time limit. Introducing first, from another planet...he stands 6'9" and weighs in at 268 pounds. He's a member of Generation NEXT, RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!
BG: Well, they'll get something--although I'd think Rash would have been satisfied with the stunt he pulled on Mayhem--
*flashback to Mayhem...*
BG: As shown here, Rash strung up Glenda like a pinata after her match with Nova, and if that wasn't bad enough--Kelly and him wind up--and a CON-CHAIR-TO with Glenda trapped and not even able to block it with her arms.
*back to live action..*
Paul: OOOOOOH! That looks cooler and cooler EVERY time I see it! However, as Rash said, that's merely a sample of what is to come tonight for Glenda...
"Bombshell" by Powerman 5000 cues up, and Glenda comes out from the backstage area...
Capetta: And his opponent, from Memphis, Tennessee...she stands six foot even, andw weighs in at 215 pounds. GLEEEEEEEEEENDA "UNIBOMB" JACOBS!!
BG: No disqualification in this match, and the rest of Gen NEXT has been banned from ringside...
Paul: UNFAIR!
BG: But so has Erik O' Greidy, for same reasons, basically.
Paul: Okay...a BIT fair, but still...
BG: And Glenda rushing towards the ring, and stepping over the top rope--Rash not waiting for the bell--
*ding, ding*
BG: SLUGFEST TO START, and Rash grabbing her up for a backdrop--bounces the back of her thighs off the top rope for extra impact--DRIVES her back-first into the mat! Rash up, and grabbing her by the hair--and now rams her face first into the corner, and boot up underneath the throat!
Paul: And smart stragety early on...it takes a lot of your energy to simply pound the fight out of an opponent, but choking the air out of one is a lot easier to do.
BG: Hmph...sounds like you coached Rash for this match, Paul...
Paul: Just a few suggestions, that's all...
BG: And Rash letting go now...and now has Glenda by the arm, Irish Whi--BLOCKED! SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE by Glenda now! Rash up, and some stiff rights by Glenda--to the ropes...caught and an INVERTED ATOMIC DROP!!
Paul: OOOOH!! And crotched on the knee of Glenda there, and she pulls him up now--elbow shots to the back of the head, and a side headlock now.
BG: Showing off that she's not a one-dimensional power wrestler. Charging and RAMMING his head into the buckle--turnabout from Glenda! And Rash slouched in the corner. Kicks to the midsection on Rash, and climbing up top..1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6--grabs the legs and GUILLOTINE DROPs her face first onto the turnbuckle! And now a schoolboy from Rash--
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TW--Kickout! for the first pinfall attempt of the match!
Paul: SEE?! He's already dominating!
BG: I'd call it more a lucky break, but he didn't let Glenda run away with an advantage...sitting up on the top turnbuckle now, and Glenda getting up--DIVING OFF WITH A CLOTHESLINE ON GLENDA!
Paul: WHOOO! Excellent move there, similar to the move Kaye would later have as a staple...and pulling up Glenda by the hair--and knees into the midsection--Rash sends her to the ropes--CAUGHT and a POWERSLAM, hook of the leg--
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Tw--NO, kickout!
BG: And Rash not holding back at all in this match, and now picking up Glenda, going for a suplex--NO, blocked by Glenda, now ONE OF HER OWN instead on Rash!! Rash getting up, favoring his back--slugging Rash now, and--LIFTING CHOKEHOLD!! Glenda holding up Rash with ease--tosses him into the corner--charges in and HARD clothesline across the chest!! Rash dazed--Glenda with an Irish Whip...bounces off the near ropes and a BIG BOOT TO THE FACE sends Rash over the top rope to the floor!
Paul: And does it better than anyone--not in the nWo, of course.
BG: Uh-huh...and Glenda going up top, and maybe she's taken to using this move too, Paul.
Paul: Uh-oh!!
BG: Off the top and--NO!! Rash catches her and locks on a shoulder lock armbar on Glenda!! Glenda in trouble--wrenching the arm--and shoulder charge on Glenda. And looks like Rash has a stragety in mind here--OOH! Into the ringpost!
Paul: DEFINITELY! And the chokeslam arm being worked on...
BG: Although--can't she do it just as well with the left?
Paul: Well...yeah, but still a good idea. GET THE OTHER ONE!
BG: I had to open my mouth...and Rash with a steel chair now, and HARD chair shot on the arm of Glenda--No DQ here of course, and Rash setting up the chair as he wrenches her up by the arm. Could be a jumping chokeslam from the stai--
Paul: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX?!?!
BG: As surprising as it looks, YES! Glenda stopping Rash from perhaps ending this match very early...but she can't make the cover here--it MUST be in the ring...
Paul: Like she gives a damn...she's got the chair now!
BG: Rash getting up--NAILS HIM HARD in the small of the back--INTO THE KIDNEYS!! And against the upper back! Rash down on all fours, and laying the chair down...jumping KNEEDROP driving the forehead of Rash into the chair!
Paul: A MINOR setback, really...
BG: Picking up Rash--FOREHEAD to the apron, and rolling him in. Glenda set to capitalize here, and cover inside of the ring!
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TWO!--Kickout!
Paul: First cover made by Glenda, and she probably has had the worst of it in this match...
BG: Perhaps so, but Glenda not about to slack off here either...pulling up Rash now, and Full Nelson applied...wrenching the arm and shoulder of Rash--Rash trying to wiggle free--and a reversal into an Irish Whip by Rash! Another by Glenda sends him into the corner! Knees into the midsection now...elbow shots...frames the shot now and a HARD one there! Grabs the ankles of Rash--yanks him out and Rash splats on the mat! And Glenda mounting Rash--right han--Rash reversing, and rolling on top of Glenda! Right hands of his own. Picking up Glenda by the hair--and to the buckle from Rash now.
Paul: Glenda in trouble now, and Rash--getting on the apron? Wait...holding onto the neck--and NECKBREAKER from the apron on Glenda!
BG: The top rope snapped against the base of Glenda's neck, and now Rash pulling out Glenda to the outside, where no pins can be made, but they can fight out here as much as they like...Rash now--AVENGING those chair shots to the back earlier...and--
Paul: Awwwww...see, he's a gentleman, he's giving the lady a seat!
BG: Not really--on the apron, and Asai Moonsault, nearly sending Glenda into the crowd!
Paul: Rash phenomially strong, agile, and smart...Glenda may be severely outmatched, here...
BG: Well, both of them matching up well so far, and Rash running and--DIVES INTO THE CROWD AND CLOTHESLINES GLENDA!
Paul: Shades of ROB-VAN-DAM there, and Rash showing off a little bit, but he can afford to at the moment...
BG: Provided he doesn't make a critical mistake...like--OOOH!
Paul: Getting a steel chair big booted into his face?
BG: Yeah, like that...and Glenda has him by the waist--and RUNNING POWERSLAM on the safety railing by Unibomb!
Paul: OOOH! And that'll nearly snap your spine in half, BG.
BG: Provided you have one, and you can definitely tell Rash does...
Paul: Now about to send him head-first into the steel stai--NO! blocked--and Rash ramming her into the ringpost! Grabbing the right arm--and armwringer wrenching it some more...
BG: Shoving the steps aside, and now SHOULDER FIRST into the ringpost by Rash! And Rash rolling her into the ring!
Paul: She could have a separated shoulder...and if she does, getting it up will be a hell of a task--and...digging under the ring now...
BG: And...A WOODEN TABLE pulled out from under the ring by Rash!
Paul: YES YES YES!! This is more like it!
BG: And shoving it into the ring, and Rash best be careful not to waste TOO much time setting it up...
Paul: Getting in the ring now, and Rash pulling the legs out...turning around--DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN by Glenda!!
BG: And rights by Glenda to make a desperate comeback! Has him by the wrists now... and maybe--and a SURFBOARD STRETCH by Glenda...a simplistic old-school move--
Paul: I.E. boring...come one, Glenda, be a good girl and go through the table!
BG: And Glenda not really looking to try to get a submission out of this, and setup no--PUMPHANDLE SLAM by Glenda!!
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Paul: Well, of COURSE...Rash isn't about to go down that easily...but-uh uh...
BG: If Glenda uses that table, which I'm willing to bet she plans on doing, then maybe that will do the trick...and now pulling up Rash by the head...and could be a JACKNIFE POWERBOMB like Nash did to her through the announce table on Mayhem...NO! On the mat..and...holding on--picking him up...and...
BG: Running towards the table--Rash grabbing the edge of the table to block it--FINAL BITE!!
Paul: Out of desperation, but it may just win the match for Rash!
BG: JAWBREAKER counter by Glenda stops it!...but Glenda down on the mat, and may have bought Rash the time he needed...
Paul: And the table set up now...and Glenda set up--SUPLEX onto the top turnbuckle, and Rash's intentions somewhat clear...
Paul: Yeah...polishing off Unibomb!
BG: The table in position, and could be a Kaos Krash or maybe a Symbiote Slam...
Paul: This is it! Time to go packing back to Memphis, Glenda--it's been fun...
BG: NO, WAIT!! Reversal by Glenda--hoisted up--CROTCHES Rash on the top rope!
Paul: Uh-oh...no no NO!
BG: Glenda down to the mat...picking up Rash in position...on the second rope now aaaaaand--SWINGING G-BOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!! LEG HOOKED BY GLENDA!
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*ding, ding, ding!*
As "Bombshell" begins to play...
Paul: DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT!...so close, SO CLOSE!!
BG: Well, Glenda making her Pay Per View debut in a big way, defeating Rash!
Paul: Still...can we get a replay of that?
BG: Indeed we can...here you see it again...Glenda taking advantage of the positioning, using the angle from the top rope--and the SWINGING G-BOMB there takes the match home. We're going to take a brief break so the nice production people can show some packages hyping up future EAW events--we'll return after that, so stay with us!
**Ad Break**
Paul: Even though I didn't really like how that turned out--wow..WOW..what a battle from those two!
BG: Well, if you thought that was impressive, we're about to go full-tilt off-the-scales insane...live feed now from..well, I'm not sure what desert this is...Nova versus Eighteen--and the services of Crysta on the line.
Paul: What does all those "services" include?
BG: Business only, not pleasure, Paul.
Paul: Well...then that must be a bonus only for Eighteen...
BG: Rumors Paul--not that the thought doesn't make me tingly...
Then...we show a show of--the nWo in the Skybox?!
Paul: What in the hell are THEY doing here?!
HBK: Come'on Eighter! Come'on Eighter!
Nash: ANOTHER ROUND OF BEERS OVER HERE?!
X-Pac: YEAH!!
Big Show: And anymore of these cheese fries?!
**We go to a long-distance shot of Eighteen and Nova (including the Gauntlet) staring across each other, with a Hebnerbot (v. 3.7) hovering between them...the bell on his chest then rings--
Eighteen and Nova spring skyward--Eighteen launches into a high speed bullet kick from above Nova. Nova puts up his gauntlet to block--softening in the impact. Eighteen nails him with a kick to the midsection instead, and slugs him repeatedly across the face with both hands. Rearing back, a spinning punch knocks Nova for a loop--and into the sand below.
Bursting out from beneath her, Nova grabs Eighteen in a full nelson. She fights to escape it, but Nova dives downward, plunging her beneath the sands. We see only bursts of ground thrown upward as the battle continues beneath them. Nova flies out from underneath the sands, crashing into a nearby mountain. Eighteen pops out nearby, and charges up a blast, then fires. Nova reacts quickly--puts up a SHIELD using the gauntlet (?!), and deflects the shot. Eighteen shoots off several lower-powered ones, which he deflects the same way--then Eighteen charges--but fakes him out--appears behind--and kicks him in the back of the head, and sends him into a pile of cacti.
After pulling the prickly plants off his body, Nova charges shoulder first towards Eighteen--then dashes about seemingly randomly. Eighteen follows his movements, not committing to an attack yet. Nova fires a few missiles--Eighteen attempts to deflect them as Nova blasts her with his eyebeam--rams her midair, then on the way down catches her in a flying backbreaker!
Nova holds her up against a rock, attempting to get a pin from it, but Eighteen smashes it to rubble with a back elbow, breaking it up, and then launches her fist forward, nailing Nova again. Leaping on top of him, she grabs him by the throat, and hits rapid-fire headbutts. A cover gets only a two as well. Nova looks dazed as Eighteen attempts to rip the gauntlet off his arm. However, Nova manages to regain his bearings, and nails her with a cheap shot, then the spiked wheel on the gauntlet begins to rev up. Charging at Eighteen, he rams it into her midsection, shredding away most of the shirt, and driving her against the mountainside. He swings and nails her across the face with it, and a knee into the midsection. After grabbing her by the ankle, he swings her around, sending her headfirst through the thick rock. Nova flies backwards--and charges forward--
And Eighteen collides with him in midair...Eighteen hits him with greater velocity, knocking him back spinning. Ripping a cliff right off the mountain and using it like a baseball bat, she hits Nova like he was a softball on a tee.
He lands a great distance away, and as he begins to try to get to his knees, Eighteen blasts him from overhead with the cliff...once...twice...and thrice--the third time it shatters into rubble. Eighteen leaps on top, as the Hebnerbot goes for the count--
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.....Nova slides out from under the pile, appearing from beneath the ground.
The count is broken up, and Eighteen charges to lock up with Nova. A mid-air test of strength--Eighteen begins to overpower--until the gauntlet fires a pair of missiles into Eighteen's eyes!
Eighteen covers them up, and Nova nails her in the chest repeatedly with the gauntlet's wheel, then pins her up against a pile of the rubble, and nails her high-speed, practically jackhammering her body into it, reducing to more sand.
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3--NO!, kickout by Eighteen. Although she still has some difficult seeing--Nova goes fist to fist with her again, but she answers with some of her own, managing to fend him off and block many of the shots despite not being able to see where they're coming from. Nova attempts to slug her in the throat with the spiked wheel of the gauntlet, which Eighteen blocks. She actually manages to dig her fingers into the metal, getting a firm grip, and whipping him about over her head as he did when he had her by the ankle. She flies over what was left of a mountain, smashing his body through it as she does, smacking huge chunks of rock aside--before pitching him through the middle of it. Diving through, she pins him--although a piece of rock struck the Hebnerbot, knocking it a bit off balance. As it regains enough equilibrium to make a count, Nova kicks out!
The two take to the air again, and after fighting to a stalemate, Eighteen uses energy blasts and Nova uses his eyebeams to firefight. Eighteen uses two--one from each hand--knocking Nova backwards, then raises her arm in the air...
And forms a buzzsaw of pure energy, tossing it at Nova. Nova raises the gauntlet to block--and it shears off a piece of it as it flies by!
Nova looks shocked, and ejects the rest of it--ramming it into the midsection of Eighteen, then kicking off her as it explodes, as if a high-powered explosive was also concealed inside it...
Diving towards the ground, she shovels a pile of broken up rocks overtop Eighteen, then covers it with his body...
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Nova's hand is raised, as Eighteen shoves the boulders off her body...although too late...
Eighteen drops to her knees, very very distaught... tears falling... then in a fit of absolute rage, pounds the ground with all her strength--and static from the cameras clouds up the scene...
Back at the arena....
Paul: ....YES! HE WON!! HE WON!! Finally, FINALLY that cold-hearted bitch got what was coming to her! Finally Nova gets Crysta as his manager, which he should have been entitled to after Eighteen cheated anyway.
BG: Well, official match result is...yes...Nova with the victory. Although EAW cameras are--wait...a higher-altitude report seems to show that a crater of glass has appeared smack dab in the middle of the desert around the size of a small city!
Paul: ...whoa...really?! O_o Damn...I'll bet then she could turn a lump of coal into a diamond using only her asscheeks.
BG: *sigh*
**Ad Break!**
"One Step Closer" cues up as Bret Hart steps out and heads down to the ring.
Cappetta: The Following match is for the Triple Crown Championship! Introducing first, the challenger. From Calgery, Alberta, Canada, standing 6 feet tall and weighing 235 lbs., Bret "The Hitman" Hart!
BG: Hart's getting a huge reception here.
Heyman: What do you expect from this crowd! They'd cheer on anyone that hates Vince MacMahon!
BG: Well, Vince deserves it.
Heyman: Vince is a fair and good employer...
BG: You're such a tool.
As "One Step Closer" fades out, yet another Linkin Park song starts up with "Points of Authority". Buzzsaw steps out with the Triple Crown Title around his waist. He stares down to Bret with a cold gaze as he heads to the ring.
Cappetta: Making his way to the ring, the Triple Crown Champion. Hailing from Venice Beach, CA, at 6' 3", 229 lbs., one half of Chainsaw, Buzzsaw!
Heyman: And here comes the champion! A fine champion and a lucky, lucky man!
BG: Indeed, but I don't think it was luck that got him where he is now. It was his sheer determination and skill.
Heyman: Huh? Oh, I'm talking about Ariana. He's lucky to be in a relationship with her. Smoking hottie like that. AND I heard she's loose and don't mind getting freaky with other girls! Bet he gets to join in. Lucky bastard!
BG: ... right.
BG: Hart quick to start this match off, rushing in and giving Buzzsaw a hard sidewalks slam. Buzzsaw rolling away and getting to his feet. Hart running to him... Buzzsaw jumps over Bret! They turn to face each other and Buzzsaw clubs Bret int he back of the head. Reached down... Punch to the gut from Bret. Bret up... DDT!
Heyman: Hart pulling Bezzsaw up and whipping him to the ro-- Buzzsaw stopped himself and turned-- Ouch! Right into a kneebreaker!
BG: Hart now whipping Buzzsaw into a corner, following close behind with a clothesline. Buzz stumbling out of the corner. Hart easilly locking on an abdominal stretch.
Heyman: Look at the torque he's applying!
BG: Finally letting go, Buzzsaw falling to his knees, slow to his feet. Hart giving Buzzsaw a neckbreaker as a reward for standing up. Buzzsaw is down and Hart turning to the crowd, stretching his arms up. He'd better-- OH! Buzzsaw up and kicking Hart HARD in the small of the back! Hart down and Buzz grabbing his leg. Half Crab from Buzzsaw! He's got it locked in tight, yanking back! Hart's in pain. Buzzsaw seems to be showing he can play on the technical field as well.
Heyman: Hart's got the rope and Buzzsaw twisting on the ankle as he lets go. Pulling Hart up and a whip to the corner. Buzzsaw running in...
BG: Hart got a foot up! Right in Buzzsaw's face! Following up with a sidewalk slam. Stomping away at Buzzsaw who crawls his way to the ropes and climbing up to his feet. Hart bouncing off the opposite ropes. Clothesli-- NO! Buzzsaw ducks uner and behind, driving an elbow into the back of Hart's head and now with a Bulldog! Pulling Hart up and whip-- Hart reverses but is caught with a Scoop Slam from Buzzsaw! Buzzsaw off the ropes as Hart's getting up... Hart with another Sidewalk Slam! Whipping Buzzsaw into a corner! Clothesline!
Heyman: Hart going to tie up... Buzzsaw reverses into a Fireman's Carry. He backs up. Hart staggering to his feet-- Eats a Mafia Kick from Buzzsaw!
BG: Buzzsaw now with another Half Crab... Hart powers out and reverses, wrestling to behind Buzzsaw! Backdrop to Buzzsaw! Picking him up, whip to the corner and another clothesline from Hart. Buzzsaw staggering out as Hart cuts his throat to the crowd! Must be about ready to en-- No! Buzzsaw spinning Hart around, whip to the ropes and into a Sleeper on the return!
Heyman: Hey! Chaynz is up on the stage!
BG: What's he doing here.
Heyman: Moral support for his brother, of course!
BG: We can only hope that's all. Hart just dropped to his butt, powering out of the sleeper. Buzzsaw grabbing him but Hart with a Fireman's Carry. Whipping Buzzsaw to the ropes-- Chaynz! Chaynz just slid in behind Hart! Nailed in the back of the head and leaving!
Heyman: Hart doubled over! Buzz on the rebound from that whip. Neckbreaker!
BG: The Ref is JUST NOW noticing Chaynz outside... admonishing him to stay out. A bit late for that. Meanwhile, Buzzsaw with a Mafia kick, knocking Hart face first into the corner. Buzzsaw taking Hart by the back of the head and beating it ont he turnbuckle! The Fans counting along!
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Heyman: I don't think Hart knows where he is! Stumbling about... prolly thinks he's back in the ring with Micheals.
BG: He'd prolly like that chance... Chaynz grabbing Hart by the ankles and pulling him out. But Hart kicks him in the gut and gives him a kneebreaker! The Ref admonishing Chaynz for trying to interfer...
Heyman: He should be scolding Hart! Attacking an innocent bystander!
BG: Hart sliding back in and to his feet, trading blows with Buzzsaw. Kick to Buzzsaw's gut and a vertical suplex! Going up to the second rope! Elbow drop--OOH! Buzzsa with his knees up! His knees driving into the exposed ribs and side of Hart! Hart's feeling that, on the ground, clutching his side in pain! Buzzsaw pulling Hart up! Yanking on that arm with shoulder blocks to those injured ribs!
Heyman: Hart down and Buzzsaw crotchchopping, adding insult to injury! Hart slowly to his feet, clutching Buzzsaw's leg. Buzzsaw raining punches down on his head.
BG: Hart with a burst of strength, elbowing Buzzsaw in the gut! Buzzsaw taking it but not giving up with a large forearm club to the back of Hart's head. Still holding onto Hart, pulling him up... hooks his arms.. Trapping Headbutts?!
Heyman: OUCH! Slamming that head of his repetedly into Hart's face! Hart stumbling back, agasint the ropes, bouncing back right into a backdrop by Buzzsaw! Hart going right over the top rope to the outside.
BG: Buzzsaw taunting as Hart is trying to get up... Hart jumps up, grabbing Buzzsaw's head, chopping it right across that top rope! Buzzsaw bouncing backward in pain, holding his throat! Hart sliding in and giving Buzzsaw a Side Rission Legsweep! Picking him up--
Heyman: Buzzsaw kicks Hart in the gut! BUZZKILL!!! BUZZKILL!!!! BUZZKILL!!!!!
BG yeeps and puts her fingers in her ears. "Geez! It's not a Gore!! Buzzsaw hooking the leg!"
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BG: And Buzzsaw retains the belt!
Capetta: The Winner, and STILL EAW TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION! BUZZSAW!!
BG: Buzzsaw rolling out and holding his belt. His brother with congratulatory pats on the back as they head up the ramp!
Heyman: Incredible match! And more incredible matches, after these incredible commercials!
BG: That's it Heyman! Shill!! Shill!!
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Suddenly, from out of nowhere, "Gonna Fly Now" cues up, and out comes the EAW World Champion Kirk Angel, ready for a match.
BG: Wait a minute…what the hell is this?
Heyman: What does it look like? We're being joined by the EAW World Champion Kirk Angel early!
BG: But what reason does Angel have to be out here? He doesn't look dressed to commentate here…
Heyman: Kirk Angel getting into the ring now, and he's grabbing a mic.
B.G.: Um…cut off please?
Heyman: SHHH!
Kirk Angel looks out to the crowd. "Now I know you 90,000 plus people are enjoying the action here…" he begins, until interrupted by the cheers from the crowd. "And that you're mostly here to witness the Main Event, with myself and Michael Connelly."
B.G.: What an explosion of cheers right there! You can tell that these people are ready for the match.
Heyman: However short it is, with Connelly getting his from Mr. Angel here.
Kirk looks around, and waits for the cheers to die down. "Now according to the format, my match with Connelly is supposed to happen AFTER the Hogan/Big Show match, but damnit, I can't wait. So Connelly, if you're ready…because I am…come on down and face me!"
B.G.: WOAH! Now THAT is an announcement there!
Heyman: A great announcement by our champion, but will Connelly accept?
"There's a Fire In the House" starts to play suddenly.
BG: There's your answer right there, Heyman! Here comes the…challenger…oh no.
Heyman: YES! PROOF RIGHT THERE! The REAL Michael Connelly IS the current PWF Champion!
BG: Kirk seems ready for this, I guess this means that both titles are on the line in this match, doesn't it?
Heyman: You bet it does, toots! Kirk Angel has a chance to re-gain the title that he had stolen from him!
BG: Well in any case, Connelly is now in the ring, the two titles handed to the referee…and this match is now underway.
BG: Connelly and Angel now getting right into each others faces…Right hand by Connelly, ducked by Angel…HARD German Suplex!
Heyman: And Angel right to the Ankle-Lock! Angel has it wrenched in hard…CONNELLY TAPS!
BG: …did I just see that?
Capetta: Um…your winner, and NEW PWF Universal Champion…Kirk Angel!
Heyman: Kirk Angel has overthrown the challenge of Michael Connelly with Great Ease!
BG: Something is up here…Angel now yelling at the downed Connelly…
Suddenly, "Broken" by Bruce Dickenson cues up…
BG, Heyman: THE HELL?
BG: Someone is coming out, but who uses that…OH MY!
Heyman: HEY! GET THAT IMPOSTER OUT OF HERE!
BG: That's no imposter, Heyman, that's the REAL Michael Connelly! Kirk looking on to the entryway, looking at both Connelly's…not sure what to make…
Heyman: ANGEL! LOOK OUT! SNEAK ATTACK BY OSEIKO!
BG: Oseiko not going for Angel…but Kirk getting out of the ring anyway. The Connelly in the ring getting up and…O_O
Heyman: Not gonna look…don't want to see this.
BG: The other Connelly has been exposed! It IS Max Connelly!
The camera pans around, and it shows a flaming skeleton in a dress with a machine gun in it's hand tattoo on this Connelly's left ass-cheek.
Heyman: Damnit, I thought for SURE that this one was the REAL Connelly.
BG: I think that the REAL Michael Connelly is feeling much better now though. After this promo, it'll be time for Hogan and Big Show. Stay tuned!
We come back to the backstage area, where Kirk Angel and obviously Max Connelly are arguing.
Kirk: Hey, I called your house the day before Ring Royals that the plan was off! What the hell is wrong with you?
Max: Oh, like I'd listen to a prissy boy's little plan. This was all about making Michael look like the bad guy and me like the good guy!
Kirk: Well Bra-vo! Ugh, get the hell out! I wanted to face MICHAEL Connelly, not some reject.
Max glares at Angel, and just storms out of the room. The camera follows him as he walks down the hallway, looking angry. Suddenly, from behind, Chainsaw and a green-haired Ari attack Max. They brutalize him severely with lead pipes, kicks, and punches. Then, using a metal chest for a boost, the three of them hit the War Destroyer onto Max. Buzzsaw looks down at Max. "FUCK WITH THE BEST, GET FUCKED LIKE THE REST!" They quickly leave before anyone, if they would want to, can help Max.
We cut back to the arena, where BG is chuckling a bit.
BG: Now THAT was classic. Max got EXACTLY what he deserved.
Heyman: Yeah, you WOULD think that. Can we please move on?
BG: Right, right. Time for one of our two main events, ladies and gentlemen. Get ready, this should be a good one.
Heyman: A good slaughter, you mean.
"Tormentor" by Slayer suddenly cues up, and out comes the first participant.
Capetta: The following special attraction match is scheduled for one fall with a 40-minute time limit. Introducing first, from Tampa, Florida…standing 7'2" tall and weighing in at an amazing 445 pounds, The Big Show!
Heyman: And I can't WAIT for this guy to FINALLY get revenge for WCW Hog Wild 96!
BG: Big Show stepping into the ring…and WWE, you CAN get your Big Show this trim as well! Call the EAW offices later to find out how!
Heyman: Hey, I'M the only person who's supposed to plug EAW/WWE Crossover stuff.
BG: Sorry. ^^
"Voodoo Child" starts to play…but then, stops. Hogan's voice cues up over the speaker.
Hogan: No no no…not this time brother. This is a special night…for a special week. Hit THIS.
BG: The heck?
Heyman: Oh no…
"Real American" starts to play up over the speakers…and out from the entryway comes Hogan…wearing the outfit he wore at Bash at the Beach 96, but with a "Hulk Still Rules" shirt and bandana instead.
BG: WOAH! Hogan going out there wearing old school style Hulkamania gear!
Capetta: And his opponent…from Hollywood, California, standing 6'7" tall and weighing in at 280 pounds, "Hollywood" Hulk Hogan!
Heyman: PLEASE make it quick Show. PLEASE take care of Hogan quickly and take him out of EAW forever!
BG: The fans here cheering loudly for Hogan, much like they did way back in 1987. This has got to be a flashback moment for Hogan here…now getting into the ring…
Hogan spins around a bit for the crowd, and tears off his shirt like he's done so many times over the years…
Heyman: BIG SHOW STRIKES FROM BEHIND! BRILLIANT!
BG: The bell has rung, and we're underway!
Heyman: Great job Show! Big Show now sending Hogan off the ropes, Powerslam attempt…Hogan squashed like a bug! Cover!
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BG: Big Show with an early offensive in this match, and Hogan not expecting this. Show picking up Hogan…HEADBUTT by the Hulkster! Hogan rocked the Big Show with that, and now sends Show off the ropes…DIVING CLOTHESLINE!
Heyman: But Show is still on his feet…going for a headbutt of his own...NO…Hogan ducked it!
BG: Hogan going behind Big Show…HOLY…German Suplex by HULK HOGAN!
Heyman: Where the hell did he learn that one?
BG: Hogan with a cover…
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Heyman: No way is going down that easily, if at all, to Hogan. He's too focused for that.
BG: We shall see about that. Hogan picking Big Show up slightly…punching away at the mammoth man's forehead…he stops…
Heyman: FOUL! HE'S BITING BIG SHOW'S FOREHEAD! Disqualify him, ref!
BG: Like you wouldn't have Brock do something like that. Hogan now bringing Show back up to his feet…oooh, a low blow by Big Show, and the Hulkster is reeling from this.
Heyman: Show now picking up Hogan up, grabbing him by the throat…LOOK AT THAT STRENGTH!
BG: Show just holding Hogan off the mat by his throat, and just tosses him down to the mat with ease.
Heyman: The great strength of the Big Show is apparent in this match, and now Hogan getting just what he deserves.
BG: Maybe so…Hogan trying to get up, show with a HARD kick to the face of Hogan.
Heyman: YES! THAT'S THE WAY SHOW! BRUTALIZE THE SO-CALLED REAL AMERICAN!
BG: Paul, you're not Big Show's manager, so stop that. Show picking up Hogan again now, and tossing him face first into that turnbuckle.
Heyman: Right onto that ugly bearded mug of Hogan. Show taunting the crowd now, and deservedly so. He's in contro…TURN AROUND SHOW!
BG: Hogan recovering from that…NEVER turn your back on Hogan. Hogan with hard rights and lefts to the face of the Big Show, reeling the big man. Show bouncing off the ropes…POWERSLAM BY HOGAN…
Heyman: BEAUTIFUL! Show shifted his weight just enough so he lands on Hogan…staying on!
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BG: Shades of WrestleMania 3 right there for Hogan, and Hogan is hurting from that one. Big Show smiling down to Hogan now, and just STEPS on the aged icon.
Heyman: Big Show is showing his dominance in this match now…and going for the Show Stopper now…and PLANTS Hogan in the mat with that one! Going for the cover now…
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BG: NO! Hogan kicks out of that! Big Show is in shock, he thought he had Hogan with that one, and Hogan now starting to get back to his feet.
Heyman: Big Show in firm control now, grabbing Hogan on the match…YES! CAMEL CLUTCH ONTO HOGAN BY BIG SHOW!
BG: Can you just imagine the pain that Hogan is feeling right now. Big Show wrenching in that Camel Clutch hard.
Heyman: I can just imagine the pain that Hogan his in…his 50 year old bones crushing under the pressure.
BG: Listen to the crowd though, a really loud "Hogan" chant coming up!
Heyman: What is with these people? Are the all brain-dead?
BG: They have a great respect for this legend. Hogan now fighting up…getting to his knees…LOOK AT THIS!
Heyman: THE HELL? HOGAN LIFTING SHOW UP ON HIS BACK…SHOW CAN'T BELIEVE IT…AND HOGAN FALLS BACK!
BG: Now some impressive strength shown by Hogan here. Hogan starting to get up slowly, as is the Big Show…both men obviously in pain after that little trade-off.
Heyman: But Show showing how tough he is, getting up before Hogan does…and running with a side kick to Hogan's face. Hogan into the ropes, and Show clotheslines him over.
BG: Big Show back in control of this bout, stepping over the top rope to follow Hogan out. Show grabbing Hogan now…and DDTs him into the ground.
Heyman: Show now…NO…NOT OUR TABLE…whew, going for the Spanish Announcers Table instead. That's better.
BG: Big Show wants to make sure that Hogan is down for good in this fight. Setting up the table…now picking up Hogan.
Heyman: Oh yes…Big Show setting it up…ULTIMATE FINALE…NO!
BG: Hogan lands onto the table, and now going for a bulldog off of the table. Show is dropped right onto the floor, and is reeling from this.
Heyman: Where the hell is Hogan learning all of these new moves? Come on Big Show, get back onto your feet!
BG: Hogan grabbing the Big Show up to his feet now, and tosses him back into the ring. Following in now, and Big Show using the ring ropes in the corner to get back up to his feet. Hogan going in for a clothesline…but Big Show raises a foot up as he comes in.
Heyman: Great job anticipating Hogan right there, now he's going off the ropes…THUNDEROUS clothesline by the Big Show.
BG: Big Show back into the control of this match now, and ready to try to punish Hogan anyway that he can. Big Show picking up Hogan…and a hard powerbomb.
Heyman: YES COVER!
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BG: Hogan still has some fight left in him, surprisingly, and Big Show is getting a little frustrated. Picking Hogan back up to his feet…sends him off the ropes…clothesline ducked…Hogan off the ropes…FLYING FOREARM RIGHT TO THE HEAD!
Heyman: But look at this, Big Show is still on his feet! He may be wobbling, but he's STILL ON HIS FEET!
BG: Hogan going off again…and another flying forearm by Hogan, and the Show goes down!
Heyman: NO! NO! SHOW, GET UP!
BG: Hogan dropping a series of elbows into the massive chest of Big Show now, going off the ropes…a body splash, but the Big Show with his knees up.
Heyman: YES! Great job Show!
BG: Big Show rolling over on top of the downed Hogan for the cover…
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Heyman: Don't worry, Big Show is in firm control of the situation right now. It's only a matter of time now.
BG: Big Show doesn't think that though…he's getting angry…getting onto his feet…going in…uh oh…Heyman: This could be it…ULTIMATE FINALE! YES, YES, YES!
BG: This has got to be the end. Show…not going for a cover though. What's this about?
Heyman: I guess the Big Show wants to totally destroy Hogan, just in case. Oooh, I see…Final Cut X time!
BG: If Big Show hits this move then it's gonna be all over for sure. Gets him to the top…and…
Heyman: FINAL CUT X! THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT!
BG: I agree…Big Show now going in for the cover…
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Heyman: NO! HOGAN'S ON HIS KNEES!
BG: The Hulkster is up and on his knees…and Show to his feet, in shock. Hard punch…
Heyman: DAMNIT SHOW, BEAT HARDER ONTO HIM!
BG: That's not gonna do any good at this point. Hogan is up to his feet…and he's Hulking up…another punch to the head…and there's the finger point!
Heyman: DAMNIT! I HATE WHEN HE DOES THIS! BEAT HIM DOWN SHOW!
BG: Hogan blocking Show's punches though, and retaliating with some of his own. Sending him off the ropes…BIG BOOT!
Heyman: But Show still on his feet. You're not gonna…NO!
BG: HOGAN WITH A POWERSLAM ONTO THE BIG SHOW! Show dropped like a ton of bricks!
Heyman: GET UP SHOW!
BG: Off the ropes…THE RUNNING LEG DROP! COVER!
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THREE!
"Real American" starts to play again, as Hogan smiles.
Capetta: Here is your winner, "Hollywood" Hulk Hogan!
Heyman: DAMNIT! DAMNIT, DAMNIT, DAMNIT!
BG: One last time in the Silverdome, Hulkamania has run wild! Hulk Hogan has overcome the challenge of Generation-NEXT's version of the Big Show!
Heyman: LOOK AT THIS THOUGH! Generation-NEXT coming out to ringside in full force to get the job completely finished!
BG: How bad of sore losers are these guys…LOOK AT THIS! HART AND SAVAGE OUT FROM THE BACK WITH STEEL CHAIRS!
Heyman: ACK! Where the hell did they come from?
BG: David Flair and Crash in the ring now though, and now double teaming on Hogan…but wait, from the crowd!
Heyman: HEY! GET HIM OUT OF HERE!
BG: WWE's Edge through the crowd…SPEARS Crash hard…and David going out of the ring, pulling Crash out as well!
Heyman: How in the hell can Hogan have so many friends?
BG: It's a show of respect, Heyman! Bret and Savage are old friends of Hogan, and Edge is a long time Hulkamaniac.
Heyman: Bad judgement, if you ask me. And…ugh…do we HAVE to see this part?
BG: Heheheh…Hogan posing for all the Hulkamaniacs, and Hart, Edge, and Savage all letting Hogan have his moment in the sun.
Heyman: This disgusts me…ugh…I'm gonna leave.
BG: OK.
Heyman: What do you mean OK? You NEED me!
BG: Hehehe…Gokuo told me something…if Hogan won his match tonight, he would take your spot for the main event in the broadcasters booth…because he has signed on as a commentator for EAW!
Heyman:….NOOOOOOOOO!
The camera fades for a bit on them…going to the back, where we see Michael Connelly, the real one, walking the hallways, sighing a bit. He looks focused.
Cut now to the other hallway, where Kirk Angel is walking the hallways, with both of his title belts around his waist. "Go time." is all that he says as he walks the halls, and we fade out.
***MAIN EVENT PROMO HERE!***
When we come back, Capetta is in the ring with a Microphone, smiling a bit.
Capetta: Ladies and gentlemen, EAW would like to thank everyone here for making EAW Aggression a real success. Thank you to our millions watching at home, and to you…our record breaking crowd of 94,027 fans! Give yourselves a round of applause!
BG: WOW! In this dimension, we broke the record set years ago at WrestleMania 3! Joining me in the boot right now is the legendary "Hollywood" Hulk Hogan…congratulations on your win out there, and helping break the old record.
Hogan: Well you know something BG, I knew that the old Silverdome record would be broken today, not because of me and Big Show alone, but because of that and ALL the great stars here in EAW showing off their skills, like this next match.
BG: That's right, Angel and Connelly finally get it on FOR REAL, the EAW World Championship on the line in a Submission match. Hogan, your thoughts?
Hogan: Angel, like Angle, is a master submission wrestler. Connelly will have to fight through that to get a victory here.
BG: Well put…now let's go to our special commentator for this match, the legendary Michael Buffer!
Buffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the MAIN EVENT…OF THE EVENING! Tonight, two grapplers with a long history with each other will get into this ring. They will use all the animosity that they have built up towards each other to lock horns in a grueling submission match where the winner must either get his opponent to tap out or pass out. It is a match to end a great rivalry, and it is for the EAW HEAVYWEIGHT…CHAMPIONSHIP…OF THE WORLD! ARE YOU READY?
The crowd erupts in cheers to show him that he is.
Buffer: Wrestling fans, ARE…YOU…RRRRRRRRRRREADY?
Even louder cheers from the crowd.
Buffer: Then for the 94,000 plus in attendance…and to the millions watching around the world…ladies and gentlemen…LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLETS GET READY TO RUMMMMMMMMMMMBLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
"Broken" by Bruce Dickenson cues up again, and out from the entryway comes Michael Connelly, to a loud amount of cheers.
Buffer: Introducing first, the challenger. He stands 6'2" tall and weighing in at 235 pounds…hailing from Mars, Pennsylvania. For almost 3 years, he has represented Extreme Attitude Wrestling as one of their mainstay stars, garnering numerous accolades, including becoming a record setting 4-Time EAW People's Champion. Using his amazing arsenal of moves, he has stunned crowds throughout the world, yet has remained mostly humble. Tonight, he will try to win the richest prize in the game, and become the top star in this company. He is the master of the Condition Red and the Red Tape…please welcome the one and only, "Code Red" Michaaaaael…A…Connelly!
Hogan: Connelly getting exactly the reaction that he deserves from this crowd. He is, in my opinion, the future of the wrestling industry here in EAW.
BG: That's a very good accolade to get from the legendary Hulk Hogan, but can Connelly take that next step? Can Michael Connelly go up to that next step?
Hogan: We shall soon see.
"Broken" fades out, and gets replaced by "Gonna Fly Now". The crowd's reaction isn't as positive…pretty negative, in fact.
Buffer: And ladies and gentlemen, his opponent. He stands 6'2" tall and weighs in at 220 pounds. Hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania in the PWF dimension. Throughout the years, this man's life has been filled with numerous successes. In the 1996 Olympic Games, he fought through a broken neck to gain Olympic Gold for our country. Today, he has become one of the top stars in the wrestling world. Tonight, he will try to once again defend the title he earned back in February. He is the master of the Olympic Slam, the Ankle Lock, and the Olympic Plex…and is both the PWF Universal Champion, and the current…and reigning, EAW Heavyweight…Champion of the Wooooooorld…ladies and Gentlemen…this is Kiiiiiiiiiirk…Angel!
BG: Since Cataclysm back in February, Kirk Angel has been trying to hold on to his EAW World Title any way that he can. But this time, he has no way to hide.
Hogan: Angel will actually have to win this match. No-DQ, No Count-out…no pinfalls. There MUST be a winner.
BG: Angel now in the ring, handing his titles to the referee. The bell has rung, and this match is now underway!
Hogan: This is a moment BG, the pre-match stare down between two combatants. Enjoy it.
BG: Angel and Connelly looking very intense in that ring right now…and they start with a lock up. Angel getting the advantage with a headlock, wrenching the head of Michael Connelly hard with that move…and rolls him to the mat.
Hogan: Angel using his great mastery of amateur wrestling to turn a simple headlock into a rear chin-lock.
BG: Connelly using the ropes to get a boost though…and getting to his feet…going behind…and Atomic Drop by Connelly.
Hogan: Connelly not waiting for Angel to get up either, as he starts to try and work on Angel's leg. Kicking away…but Angel kicks with the other leg into the gut of Connelly.
BG: That ended the brief offensive of Connelly. Angel back up to his feet now, and grabbing Connelly from behind…German Suplex attempt…Connelly flips out!
Hogan: And blasts Angel with a hard Reverse DDT. Angel on the mat, apparently out cold. Connelly going towards Angel…pulling on the arm.
BG: Angel locked in a nice arm wrench by Connelly…and this could be the end of the match already…but Angel getting up to his knees, rolling out of it, and grabbing at Connelly's leg, pulling back on it.
Hogan: Great show of move and counter-move in this match, and Connelly's hamstrings must be stinging at the very least with what is happening.
BG: Connelly trying to sit out of the move to escape…Angel holding onto the leg like a wild man though.
Hogan: Which, is a smart move. Trying to end this match early by not letting go of his hold.
BG: Angel letting go of the leg now, and dropping all of his weight onto it…trying again…but Connelly pulls away, and Angel lands flat on his face.
Hogan: Connelly getting back up to his feet now, a slight limp in his leg, which could be a bad sign in this match. Angel is getting back up to his feet now as well now.
BG: Connelly going off the ropes…not as fast as usual though, and diving right at Angel, nailing the Connelly Comet. Connelly now dropping a leg hard into the side of Kirk Angel…
Hogan: And Angel grabbing the leg of Connelly…but Connelly kicking Angel away with his other leg.
BG: Close call for Connelly there, slightly underestimating the reversal skills of Kirk Angel right now. Connelly going up to the top rope, apparently trying to knock Angel out before putting on a hold.
Hogan: This could be a bad move for Connelly, not going right away for a win. Going to the top…splash attempt…missed as Angel moves!
BG: Kirk Angel now right up to his feet now, and right towards Connelly's ankle, locking in the Ankle Lock.
Hogan: Oh man, I know how badly that move hurts. I know from experience.
BG: And look as Michael Connelly SCREAMS in pain from this hold, but not giving up anytime soon. Angel has the move wrenched in hard onto Michael Connelly.
Hogan: The only hope Michael Connelly has to get this hold off of him is to get to the ropes or twist out. Either way, it's going to take a lot out of him.
BG: Michael Connelly's face is racked with pain from this move, and he's trying to fight out of this. Connelly…BARELY twists out, and pushing Angel away with his leg.
Hogan: Connelly is lucky that he is much more flexible than I am, or else this match would be over.
BG: Angel looks a bit surprised, trying to go in to get the Ankle Lock onto Connelly again, but Connelly kicks away Angel once again…getting to his feet, and a SWEET diving side-kick to the face of Kirk Angel.
Hogan: Connelly has to capitalize on this though. All the fancy moves in the world don't do jack if you can't capitalize on them.
BG: Astute point there, Hulk. Connelly is hurting in the other leg from that Ankle-lock though, and one can only wonder how much he can take.
Hogan: Connelly's not going to give up that easy though, getting to his feet slowly now as he looks at his opponent.
BG: Angel up to his feet now, rushing in…Connelly with a drop toe hold…quickly locking in…RED TAPE!
Hogan: Kirk Angel caught off guard, and now it's the champion's turn to feel extreme pain of a person's main submission hold.
BG: Michael Connelly has that Red Tape wrenched hard into Kirk Angel. If Angel doesn't tap out, he may just have to pass out from the sheer pain of this very hold.
Hogan: Kirk Angel doesn't seem willing to give up just yet. In fact it seems that he's trying to squirm his way out of this hold.
BG: Angel trying to find SOME way to get out of this punishing hold…getting to his knees now…Connelly trying to wrench it in…
Hogan: And look at that sit out by Angel, going far enough out to break the hands of Connelly. And now it's Michael's turn to be surprised right now.
BG: Both Angel and Connelly have locked in their separate finishing submission holds, and neither of them have gotten a win from it.
Hogan: Angel and Connelly both staring each other down again, both amazed how hard they have worked away at each other.
BG: Now things are going to get interesting, if they weren't already. Both men have fought out of the other's submission, and now need to find something to beat the other with.
Hogan: If there is anything they can do. For all we know, they may just make each other pass out from exhaustion.
BG: Angel and Connelly going into each other, locking up with each other once again…fighting to push each other into a corner…Connelly using his weight advantage to get Angel into a corner…clean break though.
Hogan: But Angel taking advantage of this situation quickly, spinning Connelly into the corner…with hard chops!
Crowd: WHOOO! WHOOO! WHOOO!
BG: Angel turning Connelly's chest beat red with all these chops to his chest, but not necessarily a great move for this type of match.
Hogan: Actually, these chops make you pay attention to the pain in your chest, then when a new pain occurs, it shocks you.
BG: I hadn't thought of it that way. Connelly getting out of the corner after that, holding his chest…Angel with a quick go behind…OLYMPIC PLEX!
Hogan: And Angel apparently trying to work away on the neck of Michael Connelly, as he stays on, and delivers ANOTHER Olympic Plex…and staying on…a THIRD one.
BG: Kirk Angel is either trying to break Michael Connelly's neck, or at least severely weaken it for something. Angel picking up Connelly now…THAT'S what he was trying to hit. The Crossface Chickenwing!
Hogan: Now THAT has to be an effective submission move to use here. Very few people have survived this submission move that I know of.
BG: Very true. Even Michael White has once fallen victim to this very move. But Can Michael Connelly survive?
Hogan: It is not looking good for anyone that is a fan of Michael Connelly…as his arm goes limp. Connelly might be out cold right now.
BG: That is a possibility. The referee is going over to check on Connelly…the arm falls once. And now twice. Once more the referee checks on Connelly's arm…and…
Hogan: NO! Connelly manages to keep his arm up in the air. This match is till going on…and Connelly is squirming his hips like a madman.
BG: Angel holding on tightly to the hold, but Michael Connelly is quickly getting to the ropes while locked in the hold. Connelly running up the ropes a tiny bit while locked in the hold…and drives his weight right back onto Angel's body!
Hogan: Connelly one of the rare people to ever get out of that hold on his own power, and that could have been the only thing that saved him. Both men down on the mat, and the referee can do nothing but look down at them both.
BG: Whoever gets up to their feet first will have the clear cut advantage in this match. And it looks like…Michael Connelly is the first to his feet. Kirk getting up…Michael diving in…ANKLE LOCK BY MICHAEL CONNELLY!
Hogan: Now THAT'S something that could give Connelly the advantage…using his opponent's move against him! Now Kirk Angel knows how it feels.
BG: Kirk Angel fighting hard though, and manages to twist his way out of the ankle lock. And he escapes just in time…and puts Michael…oh my, he's put Michael Connelly in the Red Tape!
Hogan: These two superstars are pulling out all the stops now in the name of the EAW World Title. Connelly bucking out of the move, and Angel going through the ropes.
BG: Angel landed kinda hard with that one….starting to get back to his feet, Connelly holding his back as he gets up…and what's Kirk Angel doing?
Hogan: Kirk's getting desperate right now, and grabbing a steel chair from ring side. I think he thinks he's gonna be able to beat Michael Connelly into submission.
BG: Well there's no way to disqualify Kirk Angel for doing this, as there are no DQs in this match. Angel getting into the ring with that chair…
Hogan: VAN HALENATOR! Michael Connelly just kicked that chair right into Angel's face, and Angel bounces off the ropes, falling down, Connelly catching…
BG: Connelly with a Crippler Crossface! He's got it locked on deep, and Angel is in severe pain right now! Angel reaching towards the ropes!
Hogan: But Connelly pulling him away! Michael Connelly has this Crippler Crossface locked in perfectly, and Angel is in major trouble.
BG: Connelly wrenching it in…will Kirk Angel tap out? Kirk has his hand poised for it…and it falls to the mat. I think Kirk Angel has passed out!
Hogan: It's for the referee to decide! He goes in to check the arm…it dropped…again, and drops again!
BG: This is where it all matters…the referee checking once more…and the arm falls! Michael Connelly has made Kirk Angel pass out from the pain! Michael Connelly has done it!
Buffer: Ladies and Gentlemen…the winner, and the NEW EAW Heavyweight…Champion of the World…"Code Red" Michael A. Connelly!
Hogan: Mark this moment in history, my friends. June 30, 2002…Michael Connelly has FINALLY achieved his dream, and is now the EAW World Champion.
BG: Connelly standing proud…and Kirk Angel just waking up, realizing what happened….wait a second, he snatched the belt from the referee.
Hogan: Uh oh…I don't like where this is going. Connelly better be on his guard.
Angel looks at the title, then to Michael Connelly…and hands Michael the title belt.
BG: …I'll be damned! Kirk Angel showing sportsmanship, and now raises the hand of Michael Connelly!
Hogan: An unbelievable display, as the title passes from one champion to another. Angel now leaving the ring to let Connelly have his moment…and look at this!
BG: Oseiko coming to ringside now to congratulate her husband…and look at this! The locker room is emptying with superstars now. Akiko, the GoG, Bret Hart, Fasha, Chainsaw, Randy Savage…it's like a convention of superstars!
Hogan: They're all going into the ring to celebrate Michael Connelly's win, and I think I'm going to join them. BG, you close up the show!
BG: Well Hogan leaving the booth, going into the ring to give Connelly his props…and I think I'm going to join them as well. Folks, thanks for tuning in to EAW Aggression, we'll see you soon!
The camera shows the ring as BG enters as well, celebrating with Michael…who is being held on Chainsaw's shoulders…then fades out.