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| Location: | Arena: | Date: | Attendence: | Event Rating: |
| Atlantic Arena(The Asylum) | Norfolk, Virginia | 06/25/05 | 6,312 |  |
| Introduction |
 [The AWA logo flashes across the screen. It's June 25, 2005. It's eight o'clock in the evening. It's time for Back in Black! The AWA logo disintegrates and is replaced by the roaring crowd in the newly-constructed Atlantic Arena. Explosions are heard as a small pyro display fires off at the top of the steel ramp, just in front of the giant AWA-Tron. Unlike the other venues that the AWA has appeared at for the past month, the Asylum is an arena built for one purpose and one purpose only...wrestling! AC/DC's "Back in Black" blasts over the speakers as the fans continue to roar at the top of their lungs. The camera pans the arena to take in the ferocious mob of AWA loyalists.] The Brothers of the Dark Light sometimes even scare themselves! Phil and Rasheed, get well soon! I can break Payne's Vaginal Claw! [The camera finally comes to a rest in front of the AWA's commentating trio of Cliff Anderson, Julius Jamal Jackson, and Oxford Flanigan. Cliff is wearing a nice dress shirt and Oxford is donning a fashionable black tuxedo, but J.J. Jackson sticks out like a sore thumb with his New York Yankees pin-striped jersey and backwards NYPD ballcap.] Cliff Anderson:: Ladies and gentlemen, we're finally here! Welcome to Back in Black! J.J. Jackson:: Yo, I'd like ta send props out ta my momma. Also, Tamara, Theo, Shaniqua, Latisha, and Kordell, my five brothas and sistas. Whazzup? Cliff Anderson:: Just listen to these people... Crowd:: A...W...A! A...W...A! A...W...A! J.J. Jackson:: Juss like I rememba it, biotch! Cliff Anderson:: Well, I don't know how he did it, but not only did Cormier came through for the AWA. Not only did he grab this prime timeslot to air Back in Black, he also managed to talk WHRO into a commercial-free, uncensored agreement. I'm not sure what stings Cormier had to pull, but I'm sure it cost him a nice chunk of change. Oxford Flanigan:: Well, Cormier also understands that he and his wrestlers are to be on their best behaviour. He's already skating on thin ice as it is, and if he crosses the line here tonight, he might just break right through... Cliff Anderson:: Well, fans, Back in Black is sure to blow the roof off of the Asylum tonight. We've got a triple threat match between the Professionals, the Brothers of the Dark Light, and Cormier's Insurance Policy for the Tag Team Championships... J.J. Jackson:: Thass right. Plus, da Phenom be takin' on da Daredevil in da grude match of da century! Oxford Flanigan:: And in the main event that deplorable Mikey Wryght will be facing Jonathan Haze in an Iron Man match for the AWA Heavyweight Championship. That one should be a dandy. Cliff Anderson:: Yes it should. But to start things off, Brian Zane will be defending his WHRO Television Championship against all comers in Commissioner Suhgs' twisted creation...the Carnival of Carnage. [The AWA-Tron comes alive for the first time of the night, and we find Commissioner Suhgs speaking with the owner of the AWA, Richard Cormier. The sight of the two dastardly, suit-wearing evildoers draws a loud round of boos from the crowd.] |
| Let the Games Begin |
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[Suhgs has apparently just arrived at the arena as he shuts the driver's door to what appears to be a brand new Jeep Cherokee. Cormier pats him on the shoulder as Suhgs locks the door. The two men begin chatting as they walk through the parking garage towards the arena. Suhgs lifts his arm, pulls back the sleeve of his shirt, and examines his wristwatch.] W. William Suhgs:: Well, boss, according to my watch, it's 8:03. If Brian Zane's not here, I'm gonna have to strip him of his Television Championship. [The roar of an engine can be heard as a big, white van accelerates into view, screeching to a halt a few yards from the pair of AWA executives. The side door slides open, and out hop nearly a dozen uniformed security guards. Brian Zane is the last to emerge, and he has his shiny Television Title strapped around his waist. He has a smirk on his face as his hired goons form a protective circle around him. Richard and William's eyes grow wide with astonishment. Out of nowhere trots Reece Williams with a microphone in hand, ready for her first big interview of the night...] Reece Williams:: Mr. Zane, are you... Brian Zane:: Hey, hey, hey! You're not coming after my title, are you? Reece Williams:: Um, no. Brian Zane:: Okay, then. What do you want? Reece Williams:: Well, what's with all of these guards surrounding you here on the night of your Carnival of Carnage Match? Brian Zane:: You mean my Carnival of Carnage punishment? Well these guys right here, these are my insurance policy, no relation to Cormier's Insurance Policy. You see, I'm not stupid. I know that I can successfully defend my prestigious title all night by myself, but I have these guys to watch my back when I'm busy doing other things, like making a call, going to the bathroom...these guys will make sure no eunuch from the AWA, especially Rich Verboncour, lays a hand on me! Now if you'll excuse me, we have to head to my locker room... W. William Suhgs:: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa! Whoa. Whoa, whoa. Just what is the meaning of this?! Brian Zane:: I'm ensuring my success for the idiotic match you put me up to tonight. I paid for these guards out of my own pocket, and I expect to get all I can out of them. [Suhgs glances at Cormier, then back at Zane. He appears to be stuck between a rock and a hard place. After clearing his throat, he conjures up the best authoritative voice that he can muster.] W. William Suhgs:: I don't think so Zane. You see, I said that a referee will accompany you tonight while you defend your title, and I meant that only a referee will accompany you. That means that none of these guards will be watching your back tonight! You're on your own, pal. [A smile crosses Cormier's lips, but Zane looks agitated.] Brian Zane:: What the hell? You can't do this to me! I'm the champion, dammit! [The Commissioner's eyes dart back and forth between Zane and Cormier. Then, Suhgs leans in and speaks to Zane in a low whisper.] W. William Suhgs:: Look, I can't let you do this with Cormier standing right here. Just between you and I, I don't care if you have your guards. But Cormier would be very displeased if I didn't put my foot down. [The Commissioner's words do little to console the Television Champion.] W. William Suhgs:: Boys, you're free to go. Mr. Zane won't be needing your services here tonight. [The men begin piling back into the van as Zane watches helplessly. Suhgs and Cormier continue on towards the arena as Zane stares after them with an infuriated scowl on his face.] W. William Suhgs:: ...so now that Josh McCool, that son of a bitch, isn't here tonight, things should run a whole lot smoother, don't you think? [Cormier pats Suhgs on the shoulder, but the screeching of car tires can be heard in the background, followed by the revving of a motor.] |
| Hit and Miss |
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[The revving of the engine intensifies as a blue Ford Bronco speeds into view, headed directly for Brian Zane and his Television Championship!] Cliff Anderson:: Oh, no! It looks like somebody is already after the Perfect Prima Donna's gold! [Zane, who was caught unawares, barely leaps out of the way as the Bronco zooms past Zane and the white van full of security guards. The screeching of the Ford's brakes can be heard, but it's too late, and the Bronco smashes into Suhgs' new Jeep Cherokee! Suhgs and Cormier spin around at the sound of the loud crash, and Suhgs' jaw nearly drops to the ground.] W. William Suhgs:: My...my new Jeep! No. No! [The camera zooms in on the Bronco to find Jerry Verboncour sitting in the driver's seat fidgeting with the stick shift. Rich Verboncour bails out of the passenger door and charges straight for Brian Zane as the crowd can be heard cheering from inside the arena. Zane hastily makes it to his feet and flees from the garage with the One Night Stand in hot pursuit. The white fan full of security guards burns rubber getting out of the garage as Jerry continues trying to put the Bronco in gear.] W. Williams Suhgs:: My...my Jeep! Jerry, you dirty old bastard! I'm gonna kill you! [Suhgs storms towards the Bronco just as Jerry slides the stick shift into reverse. Stomping on the gas, the tires burnout on the pavement before the Bronco finally lurches backwards, tearing the bumper off of Suhgs new Jeep in the process. Suhgs stops in his tracks, and again his jaw drops. Cormier simply looks bewildered while Jerry begins zipping around the parking garage in reverse with the Jeep bumper flailing about, still hooked to the underbelly of the Bronco! Jerry is screaming and knocking on his army helmet all the while.] Cliff Anderson:: This is insane! [As Jerry swerves around the garage, the Jeep bumper dislodges from the Bronco and sails into a neat pyramid of 55 gallon barrels. The steel drums fly in all directions, denting car doors and smashing windshields in the process. Jerry's wild ride finally comes to an end when he violently backs over a cement barricade, high-centering the Bronco. After futilely spinning the tires for a few seconds, Jerry gives up and hops out of the Bronco. Suhgs is incensed and sprints after the former Heavyweight and Television champion. Jerry runs in the opposite direction with Suhgs in hot pursuit as Cormier simply shakes his head in disgust and turns his back on the carnage in the garage. Cormier enters the arena as the camera focuses in on the destruction that has already taken place in a few short moments.] |
| Grand Arrival |
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Cliff Anderson:: Good grief. This Carnival of Carnage match might turn out to be a bad idea on Suhgs' part. His new Jeep has already been totalled. Well, folks, let's get ready for our... [Before Cliff can finish his thought, a pair of go-karts fly down the ramp into the parking garage. One is pink, driven by Loki Bastardo, and the other is red, driven by the older Bastardo. They come to a halt in the center of the garage and look around at the wreckage that surrounds them. Plaz hops out of his go-kart and stretches his legs while Loki unfastens his shiny pink helmet and runs his fingers through his hair. Some of the fans in the arena are booing, but others are laughing.] Plaz Bastardo:: What in the heck happened here? [Suddenly, a look of concern overcomes Loki's face.] Loki Bastardo:: Oh, no! Do you think they started without us? Plaz Bastardo:: Started what without us? Loki Bastardo:: The Super Bastardo Go-Kart Giveaway. Plaz Bastardo:: For the sixth time, they can't give away the go-karts if they're not here. Loki Bastardo:: Oh. [Loki agrees with his older brother, but doesn't quite seem to comprehend the logic. Rather than worry about it, Loki hops out of his go-kart and produces a small bottle of baby oil. Squirting a hefty amount into the palm of his hand, he begins slathering the insides of his thighs with the products while letting out slight moans.] Plaz Bastardo:: Now what are you doing? Loki Bastardo:: What's it look like? I'm applying some baby oil to ease the chafing. Oh, how rude of me. You must be chafed, too. Here let me oil you up... [Loki approaches Plaz with a gooey handful, but Plaz shoves him away.] Plaz Bastardo:: Get away from me! You know, if you wouldn't wear your trunks three sizes too small, you wouldn't chafe. You ever think about that? Loki Bastardo:: I don't wear them for comfort, I wear them to accentuate. To accentuate my package! [Loki points to the grotesque bulge in his trunks with a grin on his face, but Plaz just shakes his head in disgust and walks off towards the arena. Loki shrugs his shoulders, then begins slathering up the aforementioned bulge with his handful of baby oil. Unsure what to do with the excess baby oil on his hands, he runs them through his hair, then heads after his brother in a funny-looking bowlegged hobble.] Plaz Bastardo:: And shave that creepy mustache. You look like a pedophile. |
| Searching for Answers |
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[As the Bastardos walk down the hall, a door opens behind them and out walks Hardcore Harv, a good friend and business partner of Donny J. McNasty.] Cliff Anderson:: What in the hell is he doing here? [Harv looks both ways down the hall, then begins his journey in search of answers. Eventually, he runs into Reece Williams, who is going over a few notecards in preparation for in next big interview. Harv clears his throat to get her attention. She looks up from her notecards and give him a funny look.] Reece Williams:: Can I help you? You know, fans aren't allowed back here without a backstage pass. Hardcore Harv:: No, I'm not a fan. I'm Donny J. McNasty's business partner, and I'm trying to find out what happened to him. I haven't seen him in over two weeks. I was just wondering if... Reece Williams:: No, Harv, I don't date guys with kids. Sorry. [Harv looks shocked for a second, but quickly recovers.] Hardcore Harv:: No, no. That's not what I was asking. I was wondering if you had any information about the whereabouts of Donny McNasty. Reece Williams:: No, I don't. Sorry. You might try asking Mr. Cormier. He usually keeps good tabs on all of his wrestlers. Why don't you head to his office. It's right down the hall. See that door there? [Reece points down the hall to the door at the very end. There's a brass plaque on the front of the door, but it's unreadable from this distance.] Hardcore Harv:: Okay. Thanks, babydoll. [Harv heads down the hall towards Cormier's office, leaving Reece with a disgusted look on her face.] |
| Turn of Events |
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[Harv arrives at the door to Richard Cormier's office and knocks a couple of times. After getting no response, Harv slowly turns the door handle and opens the door just enough to peak his head in. Out of nowhere, Haze jumps into the picture and boots the door all the way open, knocking Harv into the room. Inside the room, we find Showtime and Cormier standing on opposite sides of Cormier's cheap desk. Kartier and Revilation are standing guard behind Cormier, but remain motionless and silent. Showtime and Cormier appeared to be having words, but it's unknown what they were speaking about.] Haze:: I knew it! I knew it! You've been in on it all along! You liar! [Showtime and Cormier both look surprised as Haze fires accusations at them. Harv steps out of the line of fire and doesn't quite understand what's going on.] Richard Cormier:: Security! Security!!! Get him out of here! Now! "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght:: Haze, you're a dead man! You're a dead man! [The fans begin booing as security guards, led by Bruce Vohland, flood the small room. Showtime lunges as Haze, but security is there to keep them separated. Haze, however, continues with his accusations.] Haze:: Liar! LIAR!!! You've been in cohoots all along! [Security finally returns order to the small room as Haze is dragged away kicking and screaming and Showtime is escorted away. Cormier has a vile expression across his face, and his skin is red with anger. Finally, his eyes come to a rest on Hardcore Harv, who is standing silently against the wall.] Richard Cormier:: Yooou! This is all your fault! What do you want?! Hardcore Harv:: Uh, I'm just looking for my friend Donny McNasty. He's been missing for over two weeks now, and I was wondering if you knew where I could find him... Richard Cormier:: Donny McNasty is nothing! He's a nobody, and I'm glad he's gone! I don't know where he is, and I don't CARE! Kartier, Revilation, I'm pissed off, and I need you to do something...bad...to make me feel better. Just do...something. Now! [Revilation grabs Harv by the scruff of the neck and tosses him out of the room as Kartier grabs his trademark Singapore cane wrapped with barbed-wire. The Insurance Policy close the door on the way out, then walk out of view.] Cliff Anderson:: This night keeps getting crazier by the minute, and we haven't even started our first match yet! J.J. Jackson:: What about dat T.V. Title match? Cliff Anderson:: ...shut up. |
| Best of Seven Series: Match Two: Standard Match: Cody Duckett vs. 40 oz |
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 Cody Duckett  6'4" 275 lbs. Daredevil 0/3/0 |  |  40 oz  6'6" 240 lbs. Powerhouse 1/2/0 |
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[The camera returns to the ringside area. "Surfacing" by Slipknot starts up, and out walks 40 oz to a slight ovation from the crowd. 40 oz makes his way down the ramp, but is attacked before he can get to the ring by Cody Duckett, who has charged out from the back. Duckett slams 40 oz into the ring steps before depositing him in the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: Whoa! I guess Duckett didn't wanna wait for the bell. He's taken it upon himself to start this match. Oxford Flanigan:: This is the second match in a best of seven series. 40 oz picked up the win in their first encounter. Duckett will surely be looking to avenge that loss here tonight...hence this early offensive. [Mitch Horton starts the match as Cody Duckett begins wearing out 40 oz in the corner with a series of boots to the chest. Some of the fans boo, but most don't appear to be interested, and use this match as an opportunity to use the restrooms or head to the consession stand.] Cliff Anderson:: Duckett just slammed 40 oz in the center of the ring, and now he's headed for the top rope. [Duckett goes for the Moonsault, but he loses his footing at the last second and slips off the turnbuckle, landing awkwardly on the ring apron. Many of the fans start laughing as Duckett quickly climbs back up onto the top rope and comes off with a generic looking splash, followed by a pinfall attempt. 1...2...kickout!] Cliff Anderson:: A nearfall by Duckett... [Duckett locks on a rear chinlock to wear 40 oz down. Suddenly, the fans go nuts.] Cliff Anderson:: Here comes Cormier's Insurance Policy, and they don't look like they're coming out here to make friends! [Revilation slides into the ring and shoves Horton into the corner. Kartier has his barbed-wire Singapore cane in hand, and he drills Duckett across the back of the head with it. Duckett falls to the mat clutching his head as Kartier begins wearing out 40 oz with his trademark weapon! Revilation pulls Duckett up off the mat and plants him with the Sacrifyce. Meanwhile, Kartier uses his Singapore cane to choke 40 oz.] Cliff Anderson:: Kris Kartier and Revilation are beating the living hell out of 40 oz and Cody Duckett! [Horton calls for the bell, ruling the match a double-disqualification as Kartier locks the Karta-Hajime in on 40 oz. Revilation plants Duckett with a chokeslam, then stomps him out of the ring. After choking out 40 oz, Kartier sends him to the outside of the ring, then calls for a microphone. The crowd begins booing, but the boos eventually turn to chants.] Crowd:: You sold out! You sold out! You sold out! Kris Kartier:: We sold out? You know what, you're absolutely right. We DID sellout! We've sold out arenas in Alexandria! We've sold out arenas in Bluefield! And we're gonna continue selling out arenas all over the Southeast! [The chants subside, but only to be replaced with boos. Kartier and Revilation laugh in the ring.] Kris Kartier:: Ladies and gentlemen, "Nyghtmare" Kris Kartier is no more. Standing before you tonight is "Souled Out" Kris Kartier, and tonight, myself and Revilation are gonna take back the gold that was STOLEN from us at Riptide! Tonight, the Tag Team Championships come back to Team Cormier! |
| The Carnage Continues |
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Cliff Anderson:: Well, that little fiasco was certainly uncalled for. [As the Insurance Policy exits the ring, the AWA-Tron flickers to life once again. Rich Verboncour is seen making his way down one of the many halls in the Atlantic Arena. Finally, he comes to a stop in front of the men's room. A smile spreads across his face.] Rich Verboncour:: I guess even Perfect Prima Donna's have to drain their snakes. [Rich slowly opens the door, and standing right in front of him is the Television Champion, wish his belt slung over his shoulder. His back is to Rich, and he looks to be urinating in the urinal. Rich sneaks up on him, then charges with a clothesline, knocking him into the urinal and causing him to pee all over the front of his pants. Rich begins mugging him, but stops after several blows.] Rich Verboncour:: Wait, you're not Brian Zane. Hell, that's not even the real Television Title. It's...it's a replica! Cliff Anderson:: The One Night Stand appears to have made a mistake! That's not Brian Zane, it's just a fan with a replica championship belt that he probably purchased from Geared Up at atlanticarena.com. Rich Verboncour:: Oh, that Zane...that bastard! [Suddenly, a paper towel dispenser flies into view, catching Verboncour in the back of the head. Rich drops to a knee as Zane struts into view with his belt fastened around his waist. The Perfect Prima Donna picks up the dented towel dispenser, which he most likely ripped off the wall, and slams it down into Verboncour's back. Verboncour slowly pulls himself up, but Zane is there to meet him with a trio of right hands to the head. The One Night Stand lunges at Zane, and their momentum carries them back into the stall wall, caving it in. A cry of pain can be heard within as a man's leg can be seen sticking out from beneath the warped wall of the stall.] Cliff Anderson:: That'll ruin your concentration... [Zane shoves Rich away, and the two begin trading blows in front of the urinals. A woman-like shriek can be heard from somewhere off-camera, followed by a figure charging into the restroom at full speed. It appears to be the Mad Marquis. At the last second, Verboncour and Zane each take a step back, allowing the Marquis to dive headfirst into the one of the urinals. Verboncour delicately flushes the urinal, then he and Zane resume brawling!] Cliff Anderson:: I think that's the False Marquis, but regardless...he's just been flushed! Oxford Flanigan:: That's disgusting! How revolting! [Zane catches Rich with a thumb to the eye, then throws him into the mirror, causing it to shatter into several tiny shards. Rich falls to the bathroom floor as blood begins flowing from his forehead. Brian Zane takes the opportunity to make his escape, but as he exits the restroom, he's caught square in the face by a steel chair. Zane stumbles backwards and falls back into the bathroom. Plaz Bastardo darts into view and quickly covers Brian Zane, hooking the leg. Jimmy Jack Paige, the referee assigned to the Carnival of Carnage match, quickly makes the count. 1...2...3!] Cliff Anderson:: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new Television Champion! [Plaz peels the belt from around Zane's waist and thrusts it into the air, causing the fans in the arena to boo. Plaz runs out of the bathroom, but loses his footing on a fresh coat of baby oil that now covers the floor. Plaz flies head over heels and lands with a loud thud, smacking his head against the hard tiles. Loki slides into view across the floor on his belly and drapes an arm across his brother. Paige makes the count. 1...2...3!] Oxford Flanigan:: Wait a second. Loki's just betrayed his brother! Cliff Anderson:: Yeah, it's something you'll get used to. Now Loki is the T.V. Champion! [After snatching the belt from his older brother, Loki empties the remnants of his bottle of baby oil onto Plaz's head, then skips away. Plaz slowly comes to, and he doesn't look happy. He spots Loki skipping away with the WHRO Television Championship, and he heads after him.] |
| Still Searching for Answers |
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[Hardcore Harv continues his search for the Nomad as he walks down a deserted hall somewhere in the Atlantic Arena. He approaches an intersection and quickly puts on the brakes as Loki Bastardo runs by, glistening with baby oil and carrying the Television Championship. Harv watches him run down the hall, then takes a step forward, but again pulls himself to a stop. Plaz Bastardo runs past Harv with a glistening head, and he appears to be gaining on his younger brother. Harv just shakes his head in disbelief.] Hardcore Harv:: Now I know why they call this place the Asylum. Everybody here is nuts! [Harv makes one last check to make sure nobody else is gonna come running by, then he crosses the intersection and continues on down the hall. Coming to a pair of double-doors, Harv tries one of the handles, and it turns. Pushing the door open, Harv peers inside. It's poorly lit, and very warm. It must be the boiler room. Harv slowly steps into the room and begins climbing down the steel-grated steps that lead to the lower level. Suddenly, the door slams shut behind him, and the lights go out.] Hardcore Harv:: Hello? Donny, is that you? Hello? C'mon, this isn't funny. I can't see anything, and I'm gonna fall do...Ah! [Harv's shriek is followed by a series of loud thuds. Then, there is only silence. The lights resume, and Harv's mangled body is found draped uncerimoniously over the steel steps. He's out cold, and a trickle of blood is running from the corner of his mouth.] Cliff Anderson:: Uh, oh. Somebody's roughed up poor Hardcore Harv. I guess somebody didn't want him snooping around anymore. |
| Triple Threat Tag Team Match: The Professionals vs. The Insurance Policy vs. The Brothers of the Dark Light | Tag Team Championships |
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 Dr. Payne   Allen Stevenson  453 lbs. 2/1/0 | |  Kris Kartier   Revilation  496 lbs. 0/1/0 | |  James Nightbane  Machine  681 lbs. 2/1/0 |
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Oxford Flanigan:: Well, it's finally here. This match should be a cherry. [Suddenly, the lights in the arena go black.]  ["Feel So Numb" by Rob Zombie starts up, and out walks the German Giant, followed by James Nightbane. "BOO!" appears on the AWA-Tron, followed by Nightbane's pale face. Nightbane and Machine make their way down the steel ramp and climb into the ring as the fans greet them with boos.] J.J. Jackson:: I juss can't git over how big dat dude is. [The intro to "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed hits the arena, and the fans begin booing. After David Draiman's loud screech, "Shove It" by the Deftones fades in, replacing the old song. It's at this point that the Insurance Policy step out from the back, causing the boos to intensify. "Souled Out" Kris Kartier and Revilation methodically walk down the ramp, Kartier with his Singapore cane, and Revilation with his book. The two men slide into the ring and enage in a staredown with their opponents.] Cliff Anderson:: Kartier and Revilation don't much care for the Brothers of the Dark Light. Afterall, it was Machine who ended up costing them their titles last Tuesday on Riptide when he threw Allen Stevenson onto them. [A crazy remix of "Takin' Care of Business" by Bachman Turner Overdrive starts up, and out come the Tag Team Champions, Dr. Payne and Allen Stevenson. Stevenson drops to his knees at the top of the ramp to marvel at the beauty of his belt while Payne stands tall behind him, thrusting his belt into the air with one hand and his medical bag into the air with the other. As he does this, green and red fireworks fire off behind them, causing the crowd the cheer even louder.] Cliff Anderson:: The fans really seem to love this odd couple... [The Professionals enter the ring and hand their belts over to referee Mitch Horton. Machine, Stevenson, and Revilation all step outside onto the ring apron and head to their respective corners as Kartier, Nightbane, and Payne start the match. Horton calls for the bell.] Cliff Anderson:: Now for those of you that have never witnessed a triple threat tag team match, the rules are simple. The rules of a tag team match apply, but so do the rules of a triple threat match. The winner is the team that gets the first fall. Three men are in the ring at a time, one man from each team. [Nightbane and Kartier immediately begin double-teaming the good doctor, shoving him back into the corner. Nightbane plants Dr. Payne with a scoop slam, followed by a Kartier legdrop. Kartier goes for a quick cover, but Nightbane nails Souled Out with an elbow to the back of the head before Horton can even count to one. Nightbane puts the boots to Kartier, then nails Dr. Payne with the End of Light, knocking the good doctor back into his own corner. The Fierce Accountant tags himself in.] Cliff Anderson:: This match has gotten off to a fast start, and Kris Kartier just made the tag to his partner, Revilation. [Revilation and Stevenson begin working on Nightbane and drive him into the mat with a spike piledriver. Revilation goes for the cover, but Stevenson stomps him in the back of the head before the ref has a chance to count. The accountant jumps onto Nightbane for the cover. 1...Revilation pulls Stevenson off and throws him into the neutral corner. Revilation climbs to the second turnbuckle and begins wailing away on Stevenson. Nightbane groggily rolls over to his corner and tag in Machine. Machine steps over the top rope and grabs Revilation by the hair, yanking him off the turnbuckle. Machine grabs the little accountant and presses him over head for a gorilla press slam. Instead of slamming him to the mat, Machine takes a two-step approach and hurls him out of the ring into the third row!] Oxford Flanigan:: Oh my! Cliff Anderson:: Machine just sent Stevenson into orbit! Wait a minute, what's this? [The fans in the third row have caught Allen Stevenson, and are now body surfing him around the arena! The five men in the ring stop what they're doing and watch for a few seconds with amusement. Finally, Machine grabs Revilation and plants him with the Goozle. Kartier climbs the turnbuckle and comes off the top rope with a double-axe handle to the back of Machine's head, but it only staggers the big guy. Kartier goes to the ropes to build up some speed, but Nightbane clubs him in the back of the head. Machine boots him in the stomach, then lifts him into the air and drives him to the mat with the Jacknife Powerbomb!] Cliff Anderson:: Machine just finished off Cormier's golden boy, and now it's all over but the cryin'. [Nightbane signals for Machine to make the tag, and the big man obliges. Dr. Payne enters the fray and clotheslines Nightbane nearly out of his boots. Stevenson is finally deposited back near the ring after circling nearly half the building. Payne begins wearing out Nightbane with right hands, then goes for the cover on Kartier. 1...2...kickout! Kartier and Revilation pull themselves up in the corner, giving Payne the opportunity to work over Nightbane. Machine steps back into the ring, but is quickly mobbed by the Insurance Policy.] Cliff Anderson:: Well, it was bound to happen. Mitch Horton is losing control of this match. [Kartier and Revilation have Machine backed up against the ropes and are pummeling him with repeated punches to the chest and face. Payne and Nightbane are duking it out on the opposite side of the ring. On the outside of the ring, Stevenson has opened his briefcase and produced a...stapler? Stevenson takes his deadly office tool and approaches Machine, who is still up against the ropes, and inserts a series of staples down the big man's spine, causing the fans to cheer with delete. Machine, however, doesn't appear to feel it. Disheartened, Stevenson begins digging into his briefcase again, and this time pulls out a small bottle of whiteout. He holds the small jar up into the air, and the fans roar.] Cliff Anderson:: Okay, I understand how a stapler could be painful...but whiteout? What's he gonna do with whiteout? J.J. Jackson:: Yo, he's gonna fix him some mistakes, dawg. [Dr. Payne tosses Nightbane out of the ring, then begins working on Revilation as Kartier nails Machine with a running clothesline, sending both me over the top rope to the floor. Stevenson slides into the ring with his whiteout as referee Mitch Horton tries to pull Machine and Kartier apart on the outside of the ring. Dr. Payne deals a powerslam to Revilation, then holds him down as Stevenson shakes up the bottle of whiteout, then unscrews the cap. Getting a good dose of the white goo on the applicator, Stevenson gently applies one quick stroke to the left eye of Revilation! Revilation begins squirming with pain and rolls to the outside.] Cliff Anderson:: That was uncalled for! They could have done severe damage to Revilation's eye! Oxford Flanigan:: I assure you, it was a mere grammatical error on Stevenson's part. He wanted an "L", not an eye. [Finally regaining some order, Kartier and Machine head to their corners. Nightbane slides back into the ring and throws Stevenson out of the ring over the top rope. Dr. Payne is waiting for Nightbane to turn around, and catches him with the Vaginal Claw! But Nightbane just stands there with a smirk on his face. Payne applies even more force, but still nothing. Nightbane pokes Payne in the eye, then pulls a metal cup out of his pants. Nightbane boots Payne in the stomach, then plants him with Darkness Falls, followed by the cover. 1...2...] Cliff Anderson:: What in the...? [Loki Bastardo, the new Television Champion, has sprinted down the ramp and slid into the ring, leaving a trail of "Loki Juice" behind him on the canvas like a snail. Loki trips over the referee, interrupting the count. Plaz darts out from the back and slides in after Loki. All of the wrestlers, with the exception of Revilation, who is still on the outside nursing his eye, enter the ring, and a giant brawl ensues. Every time Loki attempts to leave the ring, he's pulled back in by his trunks.] J.J. Jackson:: Damn! Oxford Flanigan:: This is absurd! The Bastardos aren't even involved in this match! [Amidst the chaos, Machine lifts Loki over his head, title belt and all, and hurls him out of the ring into the third row, just like he did to Allen Stevenson. Unfortunately, the fans aren't so generous this time, and rather than catch Loki, then part like the Red Sea, allowing Loki to crash through a handful of steel chairs! Kartier flies out of the mix and clotheslines Machine in the back of the head, knocking the big man over the ropes. Plaz and Stevenson begin going at it as Nightbane dumps Kartier over the top rope. Nightbane turns around right into a boot to the gut by Dr. Payne, followed by his patented spinning sitout powerbomb! Payne holds him in place as the referee makes the count. 1...2...3!] Cliff Anderson:: Dr. Payne just stole a victory, and these fans love it! Jolly Roger:: Aargh! The winner of this match, and STILL Tag Team Champions...the Professionals. Grr. |
| All Hell Breaks Loose |
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[The fight continues even after the match has ended. Plaz hops the guardrail and goes for a cover on Loki. 1...2...kickout! Plaz grabs Loki by the hair and throws him back over the guardrail, then follows him. Machine is there to catch Plaz with a boot to the face. Loki begins stumbling around, but is cracked across the top of the head by Kartier and his Singapore cane. Loki drops like a sack of potatoes, and Kartier quickly covers him. 1...2...3!] Cliff Anderson:: Well, the Insurance couldn't pull of the tag team match, but Kartier has just become the Television Champion. [Machine comes after Souled Out, but the hardcore warrior begins wearing out Machine with the barbed-wire Singapore cane until it finally breaks over the big man's head. Nightbane charges Kartier, but Kartier hits a drop toe hold, sending Nightbane facefirst into the guardrail. Kartier turns to run, but Dr. Payne is there waiting with his loaded medical bag, which connects with the sides of Kartier's face. Kartier drops to the ground, and Payne goes for the cover. 1...2...3!] Cliff Anderson:: Okay...now Dr. Payne is the Television Champion...and one half of the Tag Team Champions. This is getting confusing. Oxford Flanigan:: This is getting stupid. J.J. Jackson:: Shut yo mouf, biotch! [Flanigan shuts his "mouf" and watches on as Payne and Stevenson retreat with their gold. As they reach the top of the ramp, the False Marquis lunges out from behind the curtain at the Television Championship. Payne and Stevenson each step aside, allowing the False Marquis to find nothing but steel ramp. The imposter hits the steel ramp and begins rolling uncontrollably all the way down the ramp and under the ring, never to be seen again. The fans start laughing. The Professionals hightail it to the back as a slew of wrestlers trail after them from the ringside area.] |
| Interview: "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght |
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Cliff Anderson:: This is getting out of hand. Good think we have an interview scheduled to calm things down a bit. [The AWA-Tron comes to life to find the beautiful Reece Williams standing beside "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght. While most fans cheer, and good portion boo.] Reece Williams:: Mr. Wryght, what do you make of these accusations that Haze is leveling against you a few hours prior to your big match for the Heavyweight Championship? "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght:: Look, Haze is a liar. He's a politician, so take that for what it's worth. The reason I was in Cormier's office a little bit ago is none of your business, and it's none of Haze's business. But I assure you, I'm not in league with Richard Cormier. I can't stand him. I know that, he knows that, and the fans know it. But let's talk about Haze for a second. Reece Williams:: Sure thing. Let's hear what you have to say. "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght:: Haze, you can cast the blame on others all you want, but the fact still remains that you struck a woman with a shovel. You struck MY woman with a shovel. And tonight, vengeance will be sweet. The only thing that will be sweeter than beating your ass in front of the world will be beating your ass in front of the world and taking that Heavyweight Championship! [Reece pulls the microphone to her mouth to ask Showtime another question, but she's interrupted from yells coming from down the hallway.] Haze:: You're a liar, Showtime! You're a liar, and you know it! "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght:: Haze, you're a dead! You're not even gonna make it to tonight's match, 'cause I'm gonna take care of you right now! [Showtime gently places Miss Williams out of harm's way, then goes after Haze. Security is all over both men before they can get their hands on one another. The guards pull them apart, but they continue flinging verbal shots.] Haze:: Liar! LIAR!!! "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght:: YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!!! |
| Swapping Gold |
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[The AWA-Tron switches shots from the Haze/Wryght showdown to the Professionals, who are trying to exit the building. Stevenson has his Tag Team Championship around his waist, and Payne has his Tag Team Title over one shoulder and his Television Title over the other. They arrive at the arena's parking garage and appear surprised by the condition of the facility. The garage is still a mess filled with battered cars, broken glass, and overturned barrels.] Allen Stevenson:: Cormier won't be able to write this one off. It's gonna cost him a buttload. [Payne nods in agreement. The Professionals enter the garage, but Stevenson gets clocked from behind by a running Brian Zane clothesline. Dr. Payne drops his belts and comes after Zane, but the Perfect Prima Donna backdrops him onto the hood of a rusting 1977 Buick. Zane climbs up onto the hood of the car as Payne slowly makes it to his feet. Zane boots him in the gut, then spins him around and drops him with Perfection. Zane makes the cover on the hood of the car. 1...2...3!] Cliff Anderson:: Zane has regained the T.V. Title! [Rich Verboncour storms into the parking garage and sets his sights on the Perfect Prima Donna. Thinking quickly, Zane grabs his belt, tosses it into one of the Bastardos' go-karts, then hops in himself. After a few seconds, Zane figures out how to start up the little machine and speeds off just before Rich gets to him. Rich hops into the other go-kart, fires it up, and speeds off after the Television Champion.] Cliff Anderson:: Ladies and gentlemen, Brian Zane has just left the building. |
| Interview: Billy Sadistic |
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[The AWA-Tron switches from a shot of the parking garage to a shot of Douglas Baggins standing beside "The Phenom" Billy Sadistic with a microphone in hand.] Douglas Baggins:: I'm here with "The Phenom" Billy Sadistic to get his thoughts on his big match tonight with arch-nemesis Mandrake. [Douglas Baggins holds the microphone up to Sadistic's mouth, but he just stares at it. Then, he stares at Baggins. Finally, he begins to speak.] Billy Sadistic:: You wanna know how I feel before my big match? I feel sick. But not as sick as I'm gonna feel afterwards. [With that, Sadistic brushes Douglas's arm out of his way and walks out of view.] |
| No Comment |
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Cliff Anderson:: Well, that was certainly short and sweet. I'm being told that Sheldon Grimes is outside Mandrake's room right now waiting for an interview. [A view of Sheldon Grimes standing beside Mandrake's door materializes on the AWA-Tron. Grimes straightens his tie, then knocks on the door. After a few moments, the door creaks open and the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil emerges. He doesn't look well as he looks at Grimes with an inquisitive stare.] Sheldon Grimes:: I'm here with the Kill Devil Hills Dardevil. The Crimson Demon, if you will. Mandrake, could you give us a little... [Before Grimes can even finish, Mandrake has already stepped back into his room and slammed the door shut. Grimes looks stunned as the shot returns to the arena.] Cliff Anderson:: I guess he didn't have much to say... |
| Taking you back to where it all began. |
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[The image of Sheldon Grimes frowning on the AWA-Tron fades away and is replaced by a shot of the Home Depot parking lot. Brian Zane whips into the parking lot in his pink go-kart and slides to a halt behind a large, tan sedan. A few seconds behind him is Rich, cruising in the red go-kart. Before Rich can climb out of the go-kart, Zane is upon him, beating him about the head and neck.] Cliff Anderson:: That's the Home Depot parking lot, which is less than a block away from here. I'm not sure if many of you know this, but that Home Depot was once the old Atlantic Arena. Unfortunately, it was sold by Richard Cormier three years ago, and later torn down. But it's still a historic site for the AWA, nonetheless. [Zane drags Rich out of the go-kart and slams him headfirst into the side of a Honda Accord hatchback, leaving a large dent behind the driver's door. The sounds of a jolly tune drift through the air, followed by the arrival of an ice cream truck. Machine is at the wheel. The back door bursts open and out hops the Dark One, James Nightbane. Machine squeezes out of the driver's seat and descends upon Zane and Verboncour, planting both men on the cold, hard pavement with a double-Goozle! Referee Jimmy Jack Paige hops out of the back of the ice cream truck and makes the count as Nightbane covers Brian Zane. 1...2...kickout!] Cliff Anderson:: What resilience by the Perfect Prima Donna. I thought we'd have a new champion for sure. [As this is happening, a white van pulls up, and about a dozen security guards bail out the side door. It's Zane's security guards! Nightbane lifts Zane off the ground and plants him with Darkness Falls, followed by another cover. Machine holds off the guards as Paige makes the count. 1...2...3!] J.J. Jackson:: Nightboner done it! He be da champ, now! [Nightbane snatches up the title, then makes a break for Home Depot. Machine slams a few of the security guards to the ground, but eventually their numbers are far too much for him, and they succeed in stuffing the big monster in the back of their van. Upon closing the door, the guards speed off with Machine as cargo. Verboncour and Zane begin to stir on the ground as Nightbane makes it to the front of the store and casually walks inside.] |
| Grudge Match of the Century: Standard Match: Mandrake vs. Billy Sadistic |
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 Mandrake  6'3" 217 lbs. Daredevil 14/4/0 | |  Billy Sadistic  6'1" 231 lbs. All-Rounder 2/4/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: Well, we've got a new Television Champion, and Zane's hired goons have sped away with Machine. What's gonna happen next? ["Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones twangs across the arena, and the fans come to their feet. The lights dim as the Phenom walks out onto the stage to a roar from the crowd. He stretches his arms out to either side and lets his head and hands hang limply. While he's doing this, a fountain of white pyro sprays up behind him.] Cliff Anderson:: This match has been coined the Grudge Match of the Century for a reason. These two men hate each other's guts, and that's the gospel truth. [Sadistic makes his way down the ramp but doesn't both interacting with the fans. He slides into the ring and immediately heads to his corner, where he hops up onto the turnbuckle and sits with his elbows resting on his knees. "Again" (Tattoo of Pain Mix) by Alice in Chains starts up, and the boos come from the rafters.] Cliff Anderson:: It's no secret that these fans dislike the Crimson Demon. He's evil incarnated. [A thick fog rolls in, covering the stage as the lights dim and strobe lights begin flickering all across the arena. Layne Staley and company continue their serenade as a figure makes his way through the fog and stands at the top of the ramp. Stray tendrils of crimson hair reach out in all directions like flaming snakes. He stands atop the ramp with his head bowed, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Medusa of mythological fame. And as quiet as the crowd has become, he may as well have turned them to stone.] Cliff Anderson:: In all my years in the business, Mandrake is the most vile, tormented soul I've ever encountered. Not only that, he's got a mean streak a mile wide. [The Kill Devil Hills Daredevil slowly paces down to the ring and climbs into the ring. Mandrake and Billy Sadistic stare at one another from across the ring. Referee Perry Daton checks each man for foreign objects as the lights return to normal. Daton calls for the bell, and the match is underway.] Cliff Anderson:: And here we go! Fans have been waiting for this rematch for years, and now they've got it! [The fans begin cheering as each man takes a step forward. Then another. And another. And another, until they're finally standing nose-to-nose in the center of the ring. The fans are going crazy as Mandrake stand in the center of the ring, staring at one another. Mandrake is the first to move, and does so by slapping Sadistic across the face. Sadistic's head is snapped to one side as the fans begin booing.] Oxford Flanigan:: Mandrake just slapped Sadistic across the face, just like he did last Tuesday at Riptide. Where I come from, you don't slap somebody in the face unless you're challenging them to a duel. [Sadistic responds by driving Mandrake all the way back into the corner with his shoulder. Sadistic then begins hammering away on the daredevil with big right hands to the delight of the fans. Deciding he's had enough, Mandrake bails out of the ring to catch a breather. Sadistic follows him out. Grabbing him by the back of the head, Sadistic throws him over the steel guardrail. Daton starts his mandatory ten-count, but Sadistic quickly rolls in and out of the ring to break the count. As he approaches Mandrake, the Crimson Demon hops up onto the guardrail and nails the Phenom with a missile dropkick. Mandrake pulls Sadistic to his feet by the hair and throws him back into the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: Not even a minute into the match, and they've already brawled around the ringside area. [Mandrake slides into the ring and sets Sadistic up for a vertical suplex. Mandrake holds him up in the air for a few seconds, then drops him forward, draping him over the top rope. As Sadistic hangs helplessly over the top strand, Mandrake bounces off the ropes and catches Sadistic with a running boot to the side of the head, knocking the Phenom to the mat. Mandrake goes for the quick cover. 1...2..kickout!] Cliff Anderson:: What a vicious move by Mandrake! [Mandrake Irish whips Sadistic into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a boot to the stomach. Mandrake then runs past Sadistic, bounces off the ropes, and goes for a running bulldog. As they're running, Sadistic lifts Mandrake into the air and uses their momentum to hurl Mandrake over the top rope down onto the steel guardrail! Mandrake hangs over the guardrail with his upper body on one side and his lower body on the other.] Oxford Anderson:: Oh my! Mandrake has just been impaled on that guardrail! He could have broken a rib or two. [Mandrake slowly pulls himself back over the guardrail and turns to face the ring. As he does so, Sadistic connects with a suicide dive through the ropes! Sadistic drills Mandrake in the chest, sending both men back into the guardrail, where Mandrake's body bends backwards at a funny angle. Both men are down on the outside, but Mandrake looks like he's in worse condition. The fans are going nuts.] Crowd:: Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! [Daton starts his ten-count, but both wrestlers make it back into the ring by eight. Mandrake appears to be legitimately hurt, causing referee Perry Daton to check on him. Daton helps the Crimson Demon to his feet, but as he does so, Sadistic charges with a spear. Mandrake pulls Daton into the line of fire at the last second, and Sadistic spears the referee, sending both men through the ropes to the outside! Mandrake shakes off the pain and rolls outside the ring, grabbing a wooden table from beneath the ring. The fans begin to buzz.] Cliff Anderson:: Well, now that the referee's out, anything goes, I suppose. [Mandrake sets up the table, then positions Sadistic for a powerbomb onto the wood. Mandrake attempts to lift Sadistic, but the Phenom counters and backdrops Mandrake onto the table. However, the table doesn't break, and Mandrake simply bounces off of it onto the arena floor. Sadistic throws the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil back into the ring, then rolls in after him. Sadistic whips Mandrake hard into the turnbuckle, then smashes him in the corner with a running clothesline!] J.J. Jackson:: Dat boy's really whippin' some ass! [Sadistic hefts Mandrake up onto the top rope, then follows him up to attempt a superplex. After peppering the daredevil with a few jabs, Sadistic hooks the arm and grabs a handful of tights to lift Mandrake. Mandrake hangs on and nails Sadistic with a few punches to the stomach, followed by a blatant poke to the eye. Mandrake grabs hold of Sadistic and in a show of strength, lifts Sadistic into a powerbomb position, holding him there for a few seconds.] Cliff Anderson:: Uh oh! I think we're gonna see a super powerbomb! Lucky for Sadistic there isn't a steel chair in the ring. [At the last second, Mandrake turns his body, and rather than slam him to the mat in the ring, Mandrake launches off the top rope to the outside of the ring, smashing both himself and Sadistic through the wooden table at ringside. The implosion of the table echoes throughout the arena as the fans erupt!] Crowd:: Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! [Mandrake appears to be favoring his right hip while Sadistic instinctively clutches his left arm, which would otherwise dangle limply. Both men lay on the ground, writhing in pain as the crowd cheers them on. Amidst the pieces of broken table, Mandrake is the first to stand. The referee slowly comes to as Sadistic weakly rolls back into the ring. Mandrake walks with a noticeable limp, and Sadistic's arm appears to be shot. Mandrake boots Sadistic in the stomach, then goes for the Gale Force Advisory out of the corner. Sadistic counters the Tornado DDT, grabs Mandrake's wrist, spins him around, and drives him to the mat, locking in Phenomenal!] Cliff Anderson:: Sadistic has Mandrake trapped! Phenomenal is locked in, but the referee is still shaking out the cobwebs on the outside! [Mandrake struggles to break free, but Sadistic continues to wrench on the hold. Mandrake reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, but there is no ref to make Sadistic break the hold. Sadistic continues to wrench on the hold for what seems like an eternity, but in reality about five minutes. Eventually, Mandrake's body goes limp and he relinquishes his hold on the bottom of the rope. Sadistic releases the hold and rolls Mandrake over. Perry Daton slowly crawls into the ring, but he still appears a bit dazed. Sadistic covers Mandrake, and Daton makes the count. 1.....2.....kickout!] Cliff Anderson:: How in the world did Mandrake kick out of that? He's gotta be going on sheer instinct right now. [Sadistic pulls Mandrake to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Sadistic goes for a clothesline, but the daredevil ducks it and rebounds off the opposite side. Sadistic charges towards Mandrake, but the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil wraps an arm around Sadistic's throat, letting the momentum carry him around behind the Phenom, and plants him with the Lament Configuration! Mandrake slowly climbs on top of Sadistic and hooks the leg. 1.....2.....kickout! The fans erupt!] Oxford Flanigan:: I thought he was finished for sure. [Mandrake mounts Sadistic and drills him with nearly twenty unanswered punches to the face. Sadistic is now bleeding from the nose and mouth as Mandrake drags him to the corner and goes for the Gale Force Advisory once again. Mandrake spins out of the corner, but Sadistic counters, causing Mandrake to land on his feet. Sadistic kicks Mandrake in the gut, then locks his head for the Sadistic DDT. Mandrake quickly shoves Sadistic back into the corner. The Crimson Demon charges Sadistic, locks his head, and goes for the Gale Force Advisory, but Sadistic shoves him over the ropes. Showing incredible agility, Mandrake lands on the ring apron as Sadistic staggers out towards the center of the ring. Mandrake quickly climbs the top rope and leaps off for a double-axe handle. Sadistic kicks Mandrake in the stomach and plants him with the Sadistic DDT with such force that the daredevil flips over onto his back near the opposite side of the ring! The fans erupt!] Cliff Anderson:: Sadistic DDT! The Phenom hit the Sadistic DDT! [An exhausted Billy Sadistic rolls over and drapes an arm over the motionless Mandrake. 1...2...kickout! The fans let out what could only be described as collective shock as Sadistic questions the referee's count. Becoming frustrated, Sadistic angrily pulls Mandrake to his feet. Sadistic whips Mandrake into the corner, then charges him with a clothesline. Mandrake kicks him in the stomach, then hops up onto the second turnbuckle, locks Sadistic's head, and plants him with the Gale Force Advisory! Mandrake lays on top of the Phenom for the cover. 1...2...Sadistic gets his foot on the bottom rope!] Cliff Anderson:: This is insane! How are they both still standing? [Mandrake drags Sadistic to the center of the ring, then covers him again, this time hooking the leg. 1...2...kickout! Mandrake looks like he's becoming a little agitated as he slowly makes his way to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. As he reaches the top, Sadistic makes it to his feet and charges Mandrake, running up the turnbuckles. When he reaches Mandrake, the daredevil spits a mouthful of blue myst into his face. Sadistic falls to the mat, temporarily blinded. Mandrake hops down from the top rope and slowly goes after his blinded prey. Mandrake looks exhausted, but he still sets Sadistic up for a vertical suplex. The Phenom quickly wraps up Mandrake with a small package. 1...2...3!] Cliff Anderson:: I don't believe it! Sadistic got him! Sadistic got Mandrake with a cradle! Oxford Flanigan:: He must have caught him off-guard. ["Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones starts back up as both men lay in the ring, exhausted and gasping for air. The fans rise and give both men a standing ovation as they're individually helped to the back by officials.] Cliff Anderson:: I'm still in awe from that match. I could have gone either way. |
| The Old Atlantic Arena |
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J.J. Jackson:: Well, suckas, it looks like dem crazy bastiches is still fightin' in Home Depot. [The AWA-Tron comes to life, and we find Zane, Verboncour, and Nightbane all brawling in the electrical aisle. Nightbane yanks an extension cord off the shelf and wraps it around Zane's throat, then starts dragging him down the aisle. Verboncour grabs a four-pack of lightbulbs and begins breaking him, one-by-one, on the head of Nightbane. Verboncour follows up this light show with a piledriver on the tiled floor.] Cliff Anderson:: Well, there's one person that doesn't want to get piledrived by Rich Verboncour. [The One Night Stand goes for the cover on the Television Champion. 1...2...a boot to the side of Verboncour's head by Zane stops the count. Zane walks out of view and returns moments later with a can of sky blue paint. He smashes the can of paint on Rich's head a few times until finally the lid pops off, and all three men are covered in a coat of blue paint. Zane and Verboncour continue duking it out, giving Nightbane some very valuable time to escape. Zane charges at Verboncour, but the One Night Stand catches the Perfect Prima Donna with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Leaving Zane laying on the ground in a puddle of blue paint, Rich turns and jogs after Nightbane.] J.J. Jackson:: What if dat paint ruins da belt, yo? Cliff Anderson:: Don't worry about it. [Nightbane meanders throught the maze of corridors until finally he reaches the powertools section at the front of the store. Sighing, Nightbane jogs down the aisle towards a large man who appears to be perusing a cordless drill. As Nightbane approaches, the man turns, and without so much as a warning, levels Nightbane with the Facelift!] Cliff Anderson:: That's Josh McCool! What the hell is he doing at Home Depot?! Oxford Flanigan:: He's been given the night off by Commissioner Suhgs. I find it even more odd that there is a Television Title match taking place in a Home Depot. [After nearly beheading Nightbane, McCool continues looking at the drill motor. Verboncour quickly rounds the corner and finds Nightbane laying at the feet of Josh McCool.] Josh McCool:: Oh, hey Rich. What's up? Rich Verboncour:: I'm winning the Television Championship! That's what's up! Josh McCool:: Oh, well good luck with that. I'm gonna build some cabinets in my apartment, and this DeWalt cordless drill is on sale. I can't pass up this bargain. Later, Jack. [Rich Verboncour quickly covers Nightbane as the referee makes the count. 1...2...3!] Cliff Anderson:: We've got a new Television Champion in the form of the One Night Stand. And if there was ever one night that he needed to stand, it'd be tonight. He's only gotta hold onto that belt for an hour longer. |
 Richard Cormier's Tournament of Champions: Finals: 60 Minute Iron Man Match: "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght vs. Haze | Heavyweight Championship |
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 "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght  6'3" 253 lbs. All-Rounder 5/7/0 | |  Haze 6'3" 225 lbs. High Flyer 16/3/0 |
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["Hail to the Chief" starts up, and out walks two-time AWA Heavyweight Champion, Haze. He's got an angry look on his face as he makes his way down to the ring while the fans boo him mercilessly. Red, white, and blue pyro fire off behind him, but he doesn't even notice. Haze slides into the ring and begins having a few words with senior referee Perry Daton.] Cliff Anderson:: Well, folks, here were are at tonight's main event. Rich Verboncour has just acquired the WHRO Television Championship over at the old Atlantic Arena, which now serves as a Home Depot. ["Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys hits the Asylum, and out steps "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght sans Perfection. Most of the fans cheer him loudly, but there are a few sections of the audience that boo him due to allegations of being aligned with Richard Cormier. Showtime sprints down to the ring and slides in, going right after Haze. Daton steps in between them, but before anything further can transpire, "All in the Suit that you Wear" by the Stone Temple Pilots blasts over the arena, bringing a slew of boos.] Cliff Anderson:: That's Richard Cormier's music. I wonder what he's got planned. [Cormier walks out from the back with an arrogant smirk on his face. He makes his way down to the commentating table and grabs Oxford Flanigan by the collar of the shirt. Cormier rips his headset off and shoves the PBS-appointed commentator to the ground.] Richard Cormier:: Get out of here. You make me sick! [Cormier slides the headset onto his head and takes Oxford's place at ringside as Oxford shamefully walks up the ramp to the backstage area.] Richard Cormier:: Hey boys, I'll be joining you for tonight's match. I hope you don't mind. Cliff Anderson:: Not at all. J.J. Jackson:: Nope. [Perry Daton checks both competitors, then calls for the bell, officially starting the Iron Man match. Showtime goes right at Haze, and the two begin trading blows. Showtime begins getting the best of Haze and knocks him out of the ring. Showtime follows Haze to the outside and drills him with a boot to the gut. After laying in a few good shots to the head, Wryght throws Haze into the ring post, and the fans erupt.] Richard Cormier:: Hold on, now. Why isn't the referee stopping that? I pay them to officiate matches, not just stand there like idiots. Cliff Anderson:: No disrespect intended, but I thought you'd be rooting for Mikey Wryght. Afterall, he's the one you're gonna be picking for your Chosen Champion, isn't he? Richard Cormier:: I guess you'll just have to wait and see like everyone else, now won't you? [Daton finally gets both men back into the ring, and Showtime goes to work on Haze, planting him with a series of suplexes. Wryght hits the senator with a piledriver, then goes for a cover. 1...2...kickout! Wryght is relentless and locks on a sleeperhold. Haze fights it and counters it into a belly-to-back suplex. Haze goes for the cover. 1...kickout! Haze begins stomping away on Showtime, then throws him out of the ring.] Richard Cormier:: These two sure hate one another, don't they? [Haze exits the ring and throws Showtime into the steel ringsteps. The senator begins searching under the ring and finds a garbage can. Haze waits for Showtime to turn, then drills him in the top of the head with the metal can, causing it to fold in half. The crowd cheers a bit. Haze grabs a steel chair and goes after Showtime, but Showtime rips it out of his hands. Panicked, Haze dives back into the ring. Mikey Wryght follows him back into the ring and nails him in the back with the chair, knocking Haze to the mat. Perry Daton has no choice but to call for the bell.]  "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght: 0 Haze: 1 Cliff Anderson:: Haze just tricked Showtime right there. He suffered the consequences, but he picks up the win nonetheless. Smart move by Haze. [Mikey Wryght is infuriated and begins stomping away on Haze. Showtime pulls Haze to his feet and connects with a crisp standing dropkick, sending Haze back down to the mat. Haze locks on a reverse chinlock to wear down his opponent, the drops a knee into the ribs of the senator. Haze retreats the corner, but Showtime follows him. Showtime goes for an Irish whip into the opposite corner, but Haze reverses and sends Showtime into the corner. Showtime flips upside down in the corner and lands over on the ring apron. Showtime sprints across the ring apron to the other corner and climbs the turnbuckles as Haze follows him. Showtime leaps off with a flying cross bodyblock, nailing Haze. The senator lets the momentum carry Showtime over him so that Haze winds up on top. Haze hooks the leg and a handful of tights as Daton makes the count. 1...2...3!  "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght: 0 Haze: 2 Richard Cormier:: Wow. Who woulda thought that Haze would be up two to nothing this early in the match. Cliff Anderson:: Haze used questionable tactics to secure that victory. Richard Cormier:: Hey, the Heavyweight Championship is on the line here. You gotta do what you gotta do. [After dropping down two to nothing to Haze, Showtime looks like he's gonna snap. Showtime begins pummeling Haze relentless with rights and lefts, forcing Haze to seek the sanctuary of the outside of the ring. Unfortunately for Haze, Wryght follows him outside the ring. Wryght whips Haze into the ring steps, causing Haze knees to hit the steel, flipping him over the top of the steps. Haze quickly pulls himself back up, favoring his right knee. Showtime charges Haze, using the steps as a launchpad, and smashes Haze into the steel guardrail with a big splash. Haze crumples in a heat as Daton continues his mandatory ten-count.] J.J. Jackson:: They's gonna git counted out. [Showtime sets Haze up for a piledriver on the outside, but Haze backdrops Wryght over the guardrail into the crowd. Aware of Daton's ten-count, Haze dives back into the ring just in time to beat Daton's ten-count. Showtime isn't so fortunate, and as a result, is counted out.]  "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght: 0 Haze: 3 Richard Cormier:: I can't believe this. Showtime is down three to zero. I figured he'd put up a little better fight than this. Cliff Anderson:: Yeah, you and me both. Maybe tonight's just not his night. [Showtime slides into the ring, but Haze is there to meet him with an elbowdrop. Haze whips Showtime into the ropes and catches him with a powerslam, followed by a cover. 1...2...kickout! The fans cheer, but Haze locks on an armbar to keep Showtime grounded.] Cliff Anderson:: Great strategy by Haze here. He's up three to nothing. Right now he needs to chew up some time and keep Showtime on the mat. [After struggling for several minutes, Showtime finally manages to fight his way out of the hold. Gaining a head of steam, Showtime bounces of the ropes, but Haze is there to slap on a sleeperhold. The crowd begins cheering to get behind Mikey Wryght, but he appears to be fading.] Cliff Anderson:: Things aren't looking good for Mikey Wryght. He's down three falls to zero, he's hurting in a bad way, and the clock has just dipped below the twenty minute mark. [Haze slowly releases the hold and tries to lock Showtime in for Democracy, but Showtime counters and connects with the Spotlight! The crowd erupts as a fading Mikey Wryght rolls over and covers Haze. 1...2...3!]  "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght: 1 Haze: 3 Cliff Anderson:: After over forty minutes, Mikey Wryght is finally on the board. Does he have enough left in him to come back? [Showtime pulls Haze to his feet and whips him hard into the corner. Following him in, Wryght climbs to the second turnbuckle and begins pounding away on Haze's forehead. Dropping down, Showtime lifts Haze up onto the second turnbuckle, then climbs up beside the senator. Showtime attempts a hurricanrana from the top rope, but Haze grabs him and throws him in something that resembles a powerbomb. Showtime lands hard on the canvas as Haze pulls himself to the top turnbuckle and comes off with his 450 Splash!] Cliff Anderson:: Capital Punishment! Haze just hit his finisher! It's gotta be over! J.J. Jackson:: Wuh oh! [Haze hooks the leg for the cover, and Daton makes the count. 1...2...3! The crowd begins booing as Haze slowly stands and waves to the fans.]  "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght: 1 Haze: 4 Cliff Anderson:: Haze is ruthless. Just when Showtime starts to close the gap, Haze goes and opens it back up. Hold on, I'm being told that something is going down over at Home Depot. |
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[The AWA Tron comes to life as the action between Showtime and Haze continues in the ring. Over at Home Depot, the new Television Champion, Rich Verboncour, is trying to fight off the onslaught of both James Nightbane and Brian Zane. Zane has a ten-foot ladder with him as James Nightbane wears out Rich Verboncour with a 2x4. Zane sets up the ladder at the end of the plumbing aisle as Nightbane lays out Rich Verboncour with the End of Light. Nightbane drops down for the cover. 1...2...just before Paige's hand comes down, Zane comes off the top of the ladder with a splash, squashing both me beneath him! The fans in the Asylum erupt at the grand move.] Cliff Anderson:: What a move by Zane! It looks like Showtime is starting to make a comeback here in the ring, but I think it's far too late for him, sadly. [In the ring, Showtime connects with the Single-Arm DDT on Haze, and drops down to make the cover. As he's doing so, Zane pushes Nightbane off of Rich Verboncour and makes a cover of his own. The referees begin counting simultaneously, one in the Atlantic Arena, the other in the old Atlantic Arena. The fans count along. 1...2...Haze kicks out, but Rich isn't so lucky...3!] Cliff Anderson:: Brian Zane has just regained the Television Championship, but Showtime can't seem to put away Haze. He's still down by three. [Zane wearily grabs his Television Championship and stumbles down the aisle towards the front of the store. Verboncour and Nightbane give chase behind him as he runs out of the store into the parking lot. Waiting in the front of the store is Zane's black limo. His butler, Edward, is waiting with the back door opened. Zane jogs over to the limo and climbs inside. Edward slams the door shut, then walks around to the front and climbs in himself. Verboncour and Nightbane run out of Home Depot just as the limo begins to speed away. The two men sprint after the limo and jump onto the top of it. Rich begins pounding on the sunroof, but as the limo turns to exit the parking lot, Verboncour and Nightbane are thrown from the roof of the limo. Both men lay on the ground watching as the limo speeds off down the road with their Television Championship inside.] |
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Cliff Anderson:: It looks like Brian Zane is gonna walk out of Back in Black with the Television Championship intact. Well, more like drive out. Richard Cormier:: I don't think Showtime is gonna be able to pull it off. We're down under ten minutes now, and he's still down by three. [Almost as if on cue, Showtime nails Haze with the Spotlight, followed by a cover! 1...2...3! The fans erupt!]  "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght: 2 Haze: 4 Richard Cormier:: Showtime's still down by two, but there are only eight minutes left. I don't know if Showtime could even beat Haze once in eight minutes, let alone twice... [Showtime tries to mount an offense against the senator, but he doesn't look like he's got much left in his gas tank. Showtime tries to whip Haze into the ropes, but Haze reverses. Showtime ducks a clothesline attempt, then another, and finally both men take each other out with clotheslines. The fans begin cheering, trying to rally behind Showtime, but both men look dog-tired.] Cliff Anderson:: Showtime's hopes of winning this match are slipping away. We're under five minutes now. [Haze is the first to his feet, and he bounces off the ropes and charges Showtime looking for a running clothesline. Showtime stops him with a boot to the stomach, followed by a desparation powerbomb. Showtime literally collapses on Haze, and the referee makes the count. 1...2...3! The crowd explodes, and every fan is on their feet!]  "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght: 3 Haze: 4 Cliff Anderson:: Showtime's still got hope! He's only down by one, and there are still four minutes left! [Showtime pulls himself up, and Haze does the same. Showtime drills Haze with a trio of weak right hooks, then bounces off the ropes. Haze catches Showtime, spinning him upside down, and drops him on his head with a tilt-a-whirl piledriver. Haze makes the cover. 1...2...3!]  "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght: 3 Haze: 5 Cliff Anderson:: Well, my friends, I think that's the nail in the coffin right there. Richard Cormier:: So much for a climactic ending... [As Haze tries to stand, Showtime grabs him by the legs and rolls himself backwards, pulling Haze down onto his stomach. Showtime threads his arms through Haze's legs and locks in the Annoyance! After a short while, Haze can no longer take the pain, and he begins tapping! The crowd erupts again!]  "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght: 4 Haze: 5 Cliff Anderson:: Two minutes left! Showtime's down by one! Can he do it?! [Haze and Showtime are both tapped for energy, and neither man has any strength left. Showtime goes for a cover on Haze. 1...2...Haze barely gets the shoulder up. Showtime goes to the top rope and comes off with a flying cross bodyblock, but Haze meets him in mid-air with a dropkick, and Showtime goes down hard. The fans let out a groan, but quickly resume rallying behind Mr. Showtime. Haze limps over to Showtime and picks him up off the mat. In a last ditch effort, Showtime quickly maneuvers himself behind Haze and rolls him up in a schoolboy. 1...2...3! The place comes unglued, and every person is cheering for either Showtime or Haze.]  "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght: 5 Haze: 5 Richard Cormier:: I don't believe this! Showtime's evened up the odds. Well, if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I have to insure that my investment pays off. Good day. Cliff Anderson:: What's Cormier up to? We're all tied up with less than a minute to go! J.J. Jackson:: Dawg, dis is f*ckin' nuts. [Showtime and Haze begin trading blow for blow in the middle of the ring, using every last ounce of strength in their bodies. As Haze winds up for a punch, he unintentionally clips the referee, causing the ref to feel his way over to the corner. Cormier grabs a steel chair from ringside and slides into the ring with it. Both competitors are exhausted. They turn and look at Cormier, and both hold their arms out, wondering what the hell Cormier is doing in the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: Wait. Maybe we were wrong all along. Maybe Neither of those men are Cormier's Chosen Champion. [Cormier smiles, then raises the chair and swings. The crowd erupts as chair collides with skull!] Cliff Anderson:: My word! Cormier just drilled Haze in the head with that chair! Son of a bitch! It WAS Showtime! It was Showtime all along, and these fans are letting them know how they feel! [The sound of the fans booing almost drowns out the ticking of the clock as the final ten seconds count down. Cormier moves over to the corner as Showtime has a confused look on his face. Showtime drops down to cover Haze as the final seconds tick away.] Crowd:: Three...Two...One! [The buzzer sounds, and the crowd is left in awe. Perry Daton wasn't in position to count until the final second ticked away.] Cliff Anderson:: What's going on here? We have a tie. Does this mean we're gonna go into sudden death overtime? Hold on, Perry Daton is conferring with the timekeeper, Timothy Cormier, as well as Jolly Roger. What's going on here? Jolly Roger:: Aargh, Perry Daton be tellin' me that as a result of a disqualifiction at the thirteen second mark, the winner of this match, via a score of six to five, and your new AWA Heavyweight Swashbucklin' Champion...HAZE!!! [The fans erupt into maniacal boos and begin hurling trash into the ring as Showtime can't believe what's just happened. Haze, who is laying on the opposite side of the ring, has a smile on his face as the referee hands him the AWA Heavyweight Championship.] Cliff Anderson:: It looks like Perry Daton saw Cormier hammer Haze with that steel chair. I guess his plan backfired. So much for his Chosen Champion...or is it. What's this? [Cormier is trying to explain himself to Showtime, but Showtime looks pissed. He shoves Cormier away, but Cormier still attempts to plead his case. As this is happening, Kris Kartier and Revilation come out from the back, althout Revilation has gauze taped over his bad eye. The Insurance Policy enters the ring and the fans aren't sure what's going on. Haze has finally made it to his feet in the corner. Cormier looks at Showtime, then at Haze, and a smile forms across his face. Cormier walks over to Haze, and the senator embraces him with a giant hug! The crowd nearly riots as Showtime goes after Cormier!] Cliff Anderson:: That bastard Cormier! He had Haze in his back pocket all along! He purposely hit Haze with that steel chair because he knew it'd win him the match! And now Showtime is being beaten senseless after enduring an hour of punishment! This isn't right! [Kartier and Revilation plant Showtime with a spike piledriver as "Hail to the Chief" begins playing. Haze slowly climbs to the second rope and holds his belt in the air with one hand and he holds up three fingers from his other hand, signifying his three-peat as Heavyweight Champion. The fans bombarb the ring with garbage.] Cliff Anderson:: This is a travesty! After that incredible comeback, Mikey Wryght has been screwed out of the title! [Cormier, the Insurance Policy, and the new Heavyweight Champion exit the ring as Showtime slowly regains his footing in the ring. He motions for a mic as Cormier and company backpeddle up the ramp.] |
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"Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght:: Yeah...yeah. It took...help from your corporate boy...to get you that belt. Don't you...ever...forget that. [Cormier simply smiles and looks at his watch. He holds his hand up and counts down with his fingers. Five...four...three...two...one. Cormier points to Showtime, and the lights go out. Strobe lights begin to flicker, and a raspy voice comes over the speakers.] Voice:: ...it's coming...it's...come...it's come...coming...it's coming... [The strobe lights stop as Showtime is left in the ring.] Virus:: THE VIRUS IS HERE!!! [The arena goes completely black for several seconds. When the lights resume, Showtime is nowhere to be found. Only a black rose is left in the ring where Showtime was standing. Cormier begins laughing hysterically as Back in Black goes off the air.] Cliff Anderson:: I'm Cliff Anderson, for J.J. Jackson, signing off. See you at Riptide! [Fade to black.] |
