| Introduction |
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[The scene comes to life inside of the Atlantic Arena where exactly 11,496 ticket-holding fans are on their feet, cheering madly as "Outshined" by Soundgarden starts up! White hot pyros shoot out from under the stage area and explode in large bursts near the top of the arena. The pyro and explosions continue for nearly a minute before the Atlantic-Tron flickers on, and the word "Outshined" appears. The camera pans around the nearly full arena before coming to a rest in front of Harvey Schultz and Julius Jamal Jackson.] Harvey Schultz:: It's finally arrived! Outshined! And what a night it's gonna be! Tonight, the feud between the Brotherhood of the New Lights and NyGhtMaRe will come to a head as Kris Kartier takes on the Brotherhood's HaZe for the Heavyweight Championship! J.J. Jackson:: Yeah, yeah, and ManTrain takes on Mista Showtime in a ladda match, chief! Harvey Schultz:: And in tag team actions, the two-time Tag Team Champions, the Bastardos, will step into the ring to defend those belts against an Army of Two, a team that holds a victory over the champs. Also, a casket match will decided the fate of...hold on, I'm getting word that a black limo has just pulled into the Atlantic Arena. We're trying to get a camera out there pronto... |
| A limo? |
| [The shot switches to a view of the parking garage beneath the arena. A black limo has just come to a stop, and the camera stays focused on it as exhaust continues to spill from the tailpipe. After a few moments, the left rear door opens, and out steps James Nightbane, garbed in a pair of black shades, a black trenchcoat, torn jeans, and a torn "Pain and Suffering" T-shirt. He leans back in through the doorway to speak to somebody else waiting inside the limo.] James Nightbane:: No, just wait here. Don't come out there unless...well, you know what I'm talking about. Otherwise, just stay here. I'll be back after I take care of business. [Nightbane reaches into the limo, grabs a black bag containing his gear, and slams the door shut. He lets out a sly snicker as he shoves the cameraman out of the way and makes his way into the arena.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, James Nightbane has arrived, that's evident. But, who's in the limo? Could it be the Phenom? |
| Standard Match: Corleone vs. Steve Zapf |
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["The Godfather" theme music starts up, and the crowd begins to cheer for the popular Italian. Corleone slowly walks out from the back, dressed in one of his finest suits as he sports a smug look on his face as always. Steve Zapf sprints out from the back as the unaware Corleone climbs up onto the ring apron. Zapf nails him in the back with a forearm, then yanks him down off of the ring apron as Corleone's music cuts out abruptly.] Harvey Schultz:: Zapf didn't want to wait to get this match started. He wants to take out Corleone, and he wants to do it NOW! [Zapf Irish whips Corleone into the nearest ringpost, dropping the mobster to the arena floor on his hands and knees. Zapf takes a running start and nails him with a vile kick to the ribs. Zapf lifts Corleone to his feet and shoves him into the ring before sliding in after him. Perry Daton, the referee assigned to this match, calls for the bells, starting the match as Zapf rips off Corleone's coat and begins to choke him with it in the corner. Daton gives Zapf a verbal warning, and surprisingly, Zapf adheres to it.] Harvey Schultz:: Man, that Zapf really has a meanstreak in him. He's not letting up on Corleone at all, he's not even giving him a chance. [Zapf whips Corleone into the strands, then nearly takes his head off with a standing sidekick. Zapf goes for the cover. 1...kickout! Relentless, Zapf pulls Corleone up and drops him back down to the mat with a beautiful standing dropkick. Zapf mounts the second turnbuckle and comes off with a flying legdrop, followed by another quick cover. 1...2.kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: Boy, it looks like Zapf is playing for keeps out here tonight. He's very focused and very intense. What a feather in his cap it would be if he could score a victory over Corleone, one of the top stars in the AWA. [Still unrelenting, Zapf tries to make Corleone a part of the mat with a vicious bodyslam. Zapf then heads to the top rope and launches himself into the air for a Moonsault, which is on target. Zapf hooks the leg as Daton is in position to make the count. 1...2...kickout!] J.J. Jackson:: Cuh-loce! He almost had 'im! [Zapf doesn't hesitate and immediately backs Corleone into the ropes and Irish whips him to the opposite side. Zapf charges him with a running clothesline, but Corleone ducks it and puts on the brakes as Zapf flies to the ropes and rebounds. Corleone is waiting for him with a boot to the mid-section, followed by an Illegal DDT! Corleone goes for the cover. 1..kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: Finally, some offense by the hurting Corleone. But look at Steve Zapf, he's right back up! [Zapf catches Corleone with a thumb to the eye, followed by a snap suplex. Zapf then locks in a single-leg crab in an attempt to get a submission out of his opponent. Wincing in pain, Corleone crawls to the edge of the ring and reaches out, finally grabbing the bottom rope. Zapf breaks the hold, lays a few stomps into Corleone, then drags him to the middle of the ring where he hits and elbowdrop, followed by a pin attempt. 1...2...kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: Man, what's going on with Corleone? It looks like he's out of gas. This match has been all Steve Zapf. [Not letting up in the slightest, Zapf pulls Corleone to his feet and attempts and Irish whip. Corleone counters, sending Zapf into the ropes. Zapf bounces off the far strands and goes for a running clothesline, which Corleone barely ducks. Picking up momentum, Zapf rebounds off the opposite side and charges Corleone with a full head of steam. Corleone is ready and catches Zapf in mid-air, slamming him to the mat with the Corleone spinebuster!] J.J. Jackson:: Ouch... Harvey Schultz:: If Steve Zapf doesn't have a concussion after that tremendous move, I'll be very surprised. [Zapf lays motionless in the middle of the ring as Corleone musters up enough strength to drape an arm over his opponent. Daton makes the count. 1...2...3! Zapf kicks out, but it's too little, too late.] Harvey Schultz:: Man, Corleone sure pulled that victory out of the jaws of defeat, but I'm still impressed with Zapf's performance out there tonight. He seemed like a different athlete. I think this is just the beginning for Zapf... |
| Interview: Rusty |
| [The camera switches to the backstage area, where a pumped up Rusty is seen hopping back and forth in preparation for his match in only a few moments. Beside him is Douglas Baggins, AWA reporter, with a microphone in hand.] Douglas Baggins:: Hello, Rusty. Tonight, you have a match with a Damn Fine Man, Josh McCool, a former student and athlete of yours. Any comments? Rusty:: Douglas, this won't even be a match. One time, during wrestling practice, I beat that kid so bad...You see, I was sitting on his head, and he wouldn't give me his arm, so I just bent it the way it moved and brought it behind his back. Then, I laced my arm underneath his other arm like so... [Rusty attempts to show Douglas on an invisible dummy, but his odd motions make no sense to Baggins at all.] Douglas Baggins:: Right... Rusty:: But that doesn't matter, gentlemen. What matters is that he's a weak link, and tonight, he will be broken, just like my crooked nose once was. McCool, this is a retirement match, and I'm gonna end your high school...I mean "wrestling" career just as soon as it starts. If you think you even have a chance tonight, you're thinking bogus thoughts. [With that, Rusty looks into the camera real quick, letting the audience get a good view of his crossed eyes and crooked nose before storming off.] |
| Loser Leaves AWA: Casket Match: Rusty vs. A Damn Fine Man |
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["Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor starts up, and the crowd begins to boo, while some even begin to laugh, as the short, petite man makes his way out from the back, dressed in his trademark sweatshirt and gym shorts. Suddenly, a tall, beautiful blonde woman wearing gray slacks and a red blouse walks out behind him. The crowd boos actually turn to cheers as they are in awe of the stunning woman. Rusty leans back just enough for the lady to bend down and kiss him on the cheek. He then skips down to the ring, being sure to avoid the casket, and slides into the ring. The woman walks around to his corner and begins clapping, showing support for her man.] J.J. Jackson:: Damn, who dat fine piece o' ass? Harvey Schultz:: That's Alice Loysell, Rusty's recent love interest, although I really don't understand what she sees in him. J.J. Jackson:: Mmm, mmmmmm! Harvey Schultz:: Well, this will be a classic match of the teacher versus the student. J.J. Jackson:: One time, I shanked my English teacha. Dumb bitch deserved it, too! Harvey Schultz:: Calm down, Jules... ["Hair of the Dog" by Nazereth starts up as the fans are already cheering the arrival of a Damn Fine Man, Josh McCool. The music continues to play for several seconds before a Damn Fine Man sprints out from the back and heads down the ramp, donning a TooL T-shirt and a pair of black tearaways, topped off with a pair of white-rimmed sunglasses. He rolls across the top of the casket and under the bottom rope as Referee Horton calls for the bell, officially starting the match.] Harvey Schultz:: That SON OF A BITCH, Josh McCool is out here, and the fans are on their feet! [A Damn Fine Man is quickly up to his feet and begins pummeling Rusty with several right and lefts, backing him up against the ropes. He fires an overwhelmed Rusty into the opposite set of ropes and catches him on the rebound with a knee to the mid-section, doubling him over. McCool then backs up, bouncing off the ropes for momentum, and drops Rusty to the mat with a Fame-Asser!] Harvey Schultz:: A Damn Fine Move! A Damn Fine Move! It's over! [McCool then lifts Rusty up by the shirt, hurls him through the ropes into the now open casket, and slams the lid shut all in one motion! The bell rings as Son of a Bith Josh McCool hops up onto the second turnbuckle, his fists raised in celebration as the crowd goes wild!] Harvey Schultz:: I can't believe it! A Damn Fine Man has just disposed of his opposition, all without losing his sunglasses! J.J., why aren't you saying anything? [A shot of Mr. Jackson is shown, and he's far too busy drooling over the fine figure of Ms. Loysell. Loysell, concerned about her man, stares at the casket in horror. Seeing Alice in dispair on the outside of the ring, McCool hops out of the ring and approaches the woman. He then turns and offers her his arm. Loysell then smiles and loops her arm around his as the two exit the arena to a chorus of cheers!] Harvey Schultz:: What the...? Not only does McCool take away Rusty's career, he takes his woman to boot?! He really is a Son of a Bith! |
| Standard Match: Gutter vs. Chameleon |
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Harvey Schultz:: Ladies and gentlemen, I've just received word that Chameleon and Gutter have already started fighting in the back! This is crazy. [A cameraman jogs into view backstage as Chameleon and Gutter are really tearing into one another. A Damn Fine Man Josh McCool and his new valet, Alice, are seen headed to the back as Chameleon and Gutter continue their fight. Gutter Irish whips Chameleon towards McCool and Loysell and, unable to stop, the Mexican grappler flies into Alice, sending them both to the ground. Gutter quickly walks past Alice as ADFM bends down to check on her. As Gutter walks past, he has a few foul words for her.] Gutter:: Stay out of the way, bitch! [Gutter throws Chameleon through the curtain and the two begin fighting down the ramp to the ring. McCool helps Alice back to her feet as she nods to him that she's alright. Gutter rolls Chameleon into the ring, then slides in after his as Mitch Horton starts the match.] Harvey Schultz:: You know, I can't believe the gall of these two men. After what they've just done to that poor woman, and that's the least of their concerns right now. J.J. Jackson:: Yeah, but it's one o' his conerns. I'll bet ya on it. [The crowd begins to cheer as a fired up Josh McCool heads back down to the ring, a look of fury in his eyes. Chameleon has gained control over Gutter and has him in the corner, where he's laying into him with some knife-edge chops as a Damn Fine Man slides into the ring and waits.] Harvey Schultz:: What's McCool doing in the ring? Horton is trying to stop him, but McCool's just shoved the referee to the ground! [McCool waits eagerly, ready to pounce, as Chameleon turns around. "Son of a Bitch" Josh McCool sprints the ring and nearly takes Chameleon's head right off of his shoulders with a clothesline from Hell, sending him to the mat in a mangled heap!] Harvey Schultz:: The Facelift! Chameleon was almost knocked out of his boots thanks to that violent lariat from Josh McCool! [Not finished, McCool grabs Gutter and whips him into the ropes. McCool bounces off the near side and levels Gutter with the Facelift, causing him to do a 360 in mid-air before crashing down to the mat. McCool spits on the pair of prone bodies before exiting the ring to a standing ovation.] Harvey Schultz:: Horton has ruled this match a no contest, as neither of these men are in any condition to compete thanks to a Damn Fine Man. |
| This tastes funny... |
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[The camera cuts to the backstage area, where the Don is shown going over tonight's strategy with Billy Suggs and Jerry Verboncour.] The Don:: Okay, so when Jar Nicholas is tagged in, I want you...uh... Billy Suggs:: Damnit, my name's "Billy"! How f*ckin' hard is it to remember?! The Don:: Right, Bill, anyways, I want you to hit him with a forearm, like this... [The Don demonstrates the motion of the move as Suggs watches on, becoming more and more aggitated by the minute. The Don opens up his trusty canteen and goes to take a swig, but quickly realizes that there's nothing in the container.] The Don:: Say, uh...(thinking hard)...Bill, would you mind filling this canteen up with some more delicious water? Those damn things don't hold as much as the old jug does. Billy Suggs:: Sure... [A somewhat annoyed Suggs grabs the canteen from the Don's hand and walks off as his main squeeze, Horea Brashiko follows after him. The Don then turns to Jerry Verboncour, who is busy shining his Army issued boots.] The Don:: Okay, Jerry, so here's what you... [Jerry stops shining his boots and looks up at the Don.] Jerry Verboncour:: Donald, can't you see that Jerry is trying to shine his DAMN boots right now?! [The Don looks at him for a moment as the camera pans around and begins to follow Suggs and his cousin/girlfriend. The two turn a corner and find a drinking fountain as Suggs unscrews the cap and begins to fill the canteen. Horea looks down the hall and spots a woman's restroom, then begins tugging on Billy's arm.] Billy Suggs:: Damnit, bitch, can't you see I'm busy?! [Horea then points to the bathroom, and Billy immediately sets the canteen on the ground as the two run down the hall and into the bathroom!] J.J. Jackson:: What're they gonna do in tha bathroom? Harvey Schultz:: Use your imagination... [As Horea and Billy do their thing in the bathroom, the Super Bastardo Bros. sneak into view. Both men have their titles around their waists, but Loki has a small, white bottle in his hand. The lable on the bottle reads "Ex-Lax". Plaz and Loki are trying to hold in their laughter as Loki unscrews the cap and begins pouring the liquid into the open canteen. After pouring in a substantial amount, Loki replaces the cap onto the bottle of Ex-Lax, and he and Plaz trot off down the hall, trying to hold in their laughter.] J.J. Jackson:: Uh oh... [Just then, Horea and Billy return from the bathroom, both with smiles on their faces. Billy walks over to the canteen, screws the cap back on, and hands the canteen to Horea.] Harvey Schultz:: Whoa! That was fast! That's gotta be some sort of a record! Horea Brashiko:: Damnit, Billy, I didn't even have one that time! You're getting worse and worse. I feel like you're just using me. Billy Suggs:: Damn right I am, you dumb bitch. Now follow me. Heh heh... [The two round the corner, Suggs with a grin on his face, and Horea with a scowl on hers. Horea hands the Don the canteen as Jerry finishes shining up his boots.] The Don:: Thank you. [The Don unscrews the cap and takes a big swig, then gulps it down. He gets a strange look on his face as he sniffs the contents of the container.] The Don:: Hmm, that tastes funny. Oh well. |
| King of the Rungs: Ladder Match: Mandrake vs. Pest | Atlantic Championship |
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[One of the stagehands carries a red and silver ladder out from the back and sets it up at the bottom of the ramp as the Atlantic Championship is lowered from the ceiling directly above the center of the ring, some fifteen feet in the air. The crowd begins to buzz in anticipation as "With You" by Linkin Park starts up. Mr. Showtime, the self-proclaimed "King of the Ladder Match" walks out from the back, accompanied by Perfection. This duo receives a mixed reaction from the crowd, boos for Pest and cheers for his valet.] J.J. Jackson:: Damn, that Pafection's lookin' tight tonight, right? Harvey Schultz:: Here we are, folks. This is the match I've been waiting for, the ladder match between the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil, Mandrake, and Mr. Showtime, Pest. This should be one hell of a match as the winner walks out of here with not only their pride intact, but also the title King of the Rungs and the Atlantic Championship belt. [Pest checks the sturdiness and durability of the ladder in the aisle before sliding into the ring. His music cuts out as "Dream Song" by Ministry kicks in. The lights dim as the fans come to their feet. Mandrake slowly walks out from the back, most of his upper body drenched with water, as he stops at the top of the ramp and stands with his arms at his side and his head lowered. The fans' cheers begin to rise in volume as Mandrake begins to jog down the ramp, does a somersault underneath the ladder, and slides into the ring. He's immediately met by Pest as the two begins trading blows.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, the hype's over! Let's get down to business! [The match begins as Mandrake and Pest begin beating the hell out of each other. Pest gets the advantage and backs Mandrake into the corner where he delivers two devastating clubs to the chest, dropping the Atlantic Champion down to the mat. Pest begins to choke Mandrake with his boot before stomping him out of the ring. Mandrake takes a few moments to regain his senses, then walks to the entranceway and picks up the ladder.] Harvey Schultz:: Hey, we're not even a minute into this match, and Mandrake already has the ladder. [Mandrake slides the ladder into the ring, then climbs up onto the ring apron. Pest approaches him, but Mandrake attacks with a shoulder to the mid-section, doubling Pest over. Mandrake grabs the top rope and front flips into the ring over Pest's back and bounces off the far ropes. Pest turns around just in time for both men to take each other out with a double-clothesline!] Harvey Schultz:: Man, this action is intense, and this match has just started! J.J. Jackson:: Sorry, bro, but I've got anotha match that I'm watchin' right now. A matchin' pair, actually. [Both men make it back to their feet, but Pest is up first and he nails Mandrake in the stomach with a hard kick, followed by a swinging neckbreaker. Pest grabs the folded up ladder and hovers above Mandrake with it for a moment before driving it down into his chest several times. Satisfied, Pest then sets the ladder back up in the corner and goes to work on Mandrake with a flurry of kicks and stomps. Mandrake works his way back up to his feet and stuns Pest with a headbutt, followed by charging clothesline, flooring Mr. Showtime. Pest is back up to his feet, but Mandrake lifts him into the air and drops him on his head with a brainbuster!] Harvey Schultz:: Nice move by the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil, and Pest isn't moving. [Mandrake climbs to the top turnbuckle, then flies off the top with a diving elbow, but Pest moves out of the way at the last second! Mandrake clutches his elbow as Pest pulls himself up. Pest moves in for the kill and plants Mandrake in the center of the ring with a piledriver. Mandrake lays motionless as Pest begins to climb the ladder in the corner. Upon reaching the top of the ladder, Pest flies off and connects with the inverted frog splash!] Harvey Schultz:: There is was! Raid! I tell you, Mandrake just hasn't been looking like himself over these past several weeks. I think he's lost his edge...it sure looks like it right now as Pest is simply having his way with him. [Pest walks over to the ladder in the corner as if he's going to use it, then changes his mind and bails out of the ring. Digging around under the ring apron, Pest finds what he's looking for and pulls out his custom blue and green ladder. Pest carefully slides it into the ring, then sets it up underneath the dangling belt as Mandrake slowly begins to come to. Pest stomps him in the head a few times, then Irish whips him into the corner. Pest follows directly behind him as Mandrake leaps over the top rope, landing safely on the ring apron while Pest runs chestfirst into the top turnbuckle. Pest staggers backwards as Mandrake hops up onto the top turnbuckle and catches Pest with a missile dropkick, sending Mr. Showtime down between the two erect ladders.] Harvey Schultz:: Mandrake just got in some much-needed offense. J.J. Jackson:: I'd like ta get in sum offense on Pafection... [Mandrake pauses for a moment and looks at Pest's blue and green ladder, then lifts it into the air and hurls it over the top rope. The ladder falls to the ground and easily snaps in half.] Harvey Schultz:: Oh, somebody must have been doing their homework. Mandrake didn't fall for Pest's trick ladder like so many others have in the past. [Pest begins crawling around on the mat as Mandrake steps out onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckle with the ladder in front of it. Mandrake waits silently on the top rope with his hands on top of the ladder as Pest slowly makes it to his feet. Seeing his opportunity, Mandrake leapfrogs over the ladder and lands on Pest's shoulder, locking his head and spinning around to plant him with the SpellBinder, all in one motion!] Harvey Schultz:: My word! That's one of the damndest moves I've seen in all of my years in this business! [The crowd is going wild as Mandrake looks down at Pest, who is lying on the mat below him. Mandrake kneels down and begins pounding away on Pest's forehead with some big right hands. Over and over and over he hits him for what seems like an eternity. Finally, the beating stops, and Mandrake hops to his feet, a newfound intensity in his eyes.] Harvey Schultz:: There's the Mandrake of old! There's the Innovator of Innovation! And look at Pest, he's been busted wide open! [By this point, the fans are in a frenzy as Mandrake lifts Pest to his feet and throws him over the top rope. Mandrake fetches the ladder and positions it by the opposite ring apron, then leaps over to the top rope to the arena floor. Pest is slowly recovering as Mandrake takes him back down to the ground with a bulldog headlock. The Atlantic Champion scoops up Pest and lays him on the announcer's table, then rolls back into the ring. Fans all around the arena begin to stand as Mandrake slowly climbs the ladder, rung by rung.] Harvey Schultz:: I don't like the looks of this. J.J., I think we'd better move... [Mandrake reaches the top of the ladder and stands there with his arms slightly behind him and his head lowered as the fans wait in anticipation. He then looks down at Pest, some fifteen feet below and, and motions for Schultz and Jackson to get out of the way. They do so, and Mandrake takes flight, busting Pest through the announcer's table with a perfect swandive senton bomb!] Harvey Schultz:: Oh my Lord! Our announcing station has been destroyed, and so have Mandrake and Pest along with it! Crowd:: Man-drake! Man-drake! Man-drake! [After about three minutes, the chants begin to die down as the Kill Devil Hill Daredevil begins to stir. Shortly after, Pest begins to move also. Both men are hurt as they slowly crawl towards the ring. Mandrake is the first inside the ring as he repositions the ladder directly beneath the dangling Atlantic Championship. As he does so, Pest rolls into the ring. Pest begins climbing the ladder as Mandrake tries to shake off the pain in his now-injured ribs. Mandrake begins scaling the ladder also, but Pest has a one-rung advantage.] Harvey Schultz:: I can't believe what I'm seeing! These two must be superhuman to get up after something like that! [Pest nears the top of the ladder, and the belt is within his grasp, but Mandrake is only one rung below him on the opposite side of the ladder. Pest begins to hammer big right hands down onto Mandrake's head, slowing him down. After three shots to the head, Mandrake fires back, stunning Mr. Showtime. Thinking quickly, Pest bends down and grabs his trusty lead pipe out of his boot and raises it over his head. Just as he's about to hit a homerun with Mandrake's skull, the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil looks up and spews a blue mist into Pest's eyes. Blinded by the blue mist, Pest drops the pipe and begins desparately clawing at his eyes. Mandrake takes one more step up the ladder.] J.J. Jackson:: What in the hell...? Harvey Schultz:: The blue mist! Mandrake just sprayed that blue mist in Pest's eyes, and the belt is now within his reach! [Mandrake reaches up with both hands and grabs the belt as the fans begin to cheer. Instead of unfastening the belt for the sure victory, Mandrake hangs on tight, pushes himself away from the ladder, and swings around to the opposite side, right behind Pest. Mandrake releases the belts and latches on around Pest's neck, dragging him off the ladder and slamming him to the mat far below! The crowd erupts!] Harvey Schultz:: Sweet sick son of a...! Mandrake just connected with the Omen off the side of the ladder! In all my days... [Mandrake stands and while still clutching his ribs with his left hand, draws the thumb of his right hand across his throat quickly, as if to say the match is over. He then reaches down and picks up the bloody, unconscious Pest and throws him over the top rope by the back of his head. Mandrake slowly ascends the ladder, reaches up, and unfastens the belt as an explosive roar from the crowd rocks the Atlantic Arena!] Harvey Schultz:: Mandrake has done it! Mandrake wins! Not only that, I'm guessing it's far to say that he's gotten his edge back! What a match! ["Dream Song" by Ministry starts back up as Mandrake continues to stand on the ladder with his belt held high in the air while the fans cheer him on.] |
| The old switcheroo! |
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[A video clip of footage filmed earlier today begins to play on the Atlantic-Tron. The footage is of an office inside of the CJW Medical Center in Richmond, Virgina, where Machine and Viktor Krauser were spotted earlier today. Machine and Krauser are seen waiting patiently in Dr. Innabeght's as the light-skinned, muscular doctor has his back to the camera. He's placing Machine's expensive medication into a large, black suitcase.] Viktor Krauser:: I tell you, these damn Americans are so ineffecient, it makes me ill. Why, in Germany... Dr. Innabeght:: ...and here you go. [The doctor turns around and hands Machine the large case. Innabeght's face and nose are hidden behind a small, blue air mask, and the top portion of his head is covered with a blue "hairnet" that his pulled down to his eyebrows. The man snickers as he looks at both men. Krauser looks at him for a moment.] Viktor Krauser:: Excuse me, have we met before? Dr. Innabeght:: No, I do not believe so. [Krauser subconsciously nods his head as he and Machine exit the room. Once the door closes, the doctor's eyes light up as he walks over to the cupboard and pulls out an identical black suitcase. Inside the case are a number of pain killers and numbing agents. The doctor snickers again as he shuts the case.] Dr. Innabeght:: A lot of good all those sleep inducing solutions will do them... [The camera fades out as the word "INNABEGHT" appears on the Atlantic-Tron. Suddenly, the letters begin to move until they are rearranged to spell a new word..."NIGHTBANE". The familiar snicker is heard once again as the Atlantic-Tron goes completely black.] Harvey Schultz:: Nightbane switched the medication! That's exactly why I say he's the smartest man in wrestling today! Now he'll have a level playing field when he takes on that big German monster tonight! |
| First Blaze Match: Pyro-Maniac vs. P.O.D. |
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["Thunderkiss '65" by White Zombie starts up, and out walks P.O.D., dressed in a black cloak. He receives a generous applause from the fans as he slowly makes his way down to the ring. The blow torch is positioned in the center of the ring. P.O.D. climbs the ringsteps, but Pyro-Maniac shoots out from the back and slides into the ring, grabbing the blowtorch before P.O.D. can even get in the ring.] Harvey Schultz:: This is certainly a first for us here tonight. The whole goal of this match is to set your opponent...ON FIRE! J.J. Jackson:: You mean one o' them guys is gonna get burnt?! [Pyro quickly tries to ignite the blowtorch, but P.O.D. throws off his cloak and levels Pyro with the clothesline. The blowtorch falls to the mat as P.O.D. drops down to his knees and begins choking his brother. The two begin to scramble around on the ground, throwing a few punches when the chance presents itself. P.O.D. gets the better of the exchange when he mounts Pyro-Maniac and begins to rain lefts and rights down on his face. After dishing out a good amount of punishment, the Prince climbs off of Pyro-Maniac and attempts to light the blowtorch. Despite a few unsuccessful attempts, P.O.D. finally ignites the welding tool.] Harvey Schultz:: He lit the torch, but Pyro-Maniac is back to his feet. [P.O.D. comes at Pyro with the torch, but Pyro halts him with a boot to the stomach, causing P.O.D. to drop the weapon. It falls to the mat and the flame dies out as Pyro clotheslines his brother over the top rope to the outside of the ring. Pyro-Maniac grabs the blowtorch and hops out of the ring. Pyro drops the torch and begins searching under the ring. Finding a can of gasoline, Pyro pulls it from under the ring. Pyro-Maniac also pulls a chair out from under the ring, which he uses to lay out his brother. P.O.D. lays defenseless on the ground as Pyro opens the gas canister and pours gas all over his brother. He then sets down the can next to his brother and tends to relighting the torch. P.O.D. comes to and sees what his occupied brother is doing. Thinking quickly, he takes a large mouthful of gasoline from the can and lays back down.] Harvey Schultz:: Oh no! Pyro-Maniac has lit the torch! This spells trouble for Prince of Death! [Pryo approaches his brother menacingly, but P.O.D. sits up and sprays the mouthful of gasoline all over the torch and his brother. Pyro-Maniac is instantly engulfed by the flames as he drops the blowtorch on the ground. The gasoline ignites, and within seconds, P.O.D. is also engulfed in flames!] Harvey Schultz:: Oh...my...God! [Both men flail about for a few seconds before stage hands arive and douse the flames with fire extinguishers! By now, all of the fans in the arena are on their feet cheering as both men are put on stretchers and taken to the back.] Harvey Schultz:: That was disgusting! I could smell the burning flesh from over here, and let me tell you, folks, it wasn't pleasant. I guess P.O.D. is declared the victor, but neither of these men look like winners to me. We'll get you an update on their conditions as soon as the become available. |
| What the...?! |
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[The camera cuts backstage inside the locker room of an Army of Two. Billy Suggs and Jerry Verboncour are shown, both in their wrestling gear. Suggs and Verboncour are looking around anxiously, as if looking for something, or somebody.] Billy Suggs:: Hey, Jerry, have you seen the Don? Be go out in less than a minute. Jerry Verboncour:: Jerry has not seen the Don. [Suddenly, a loud, long flatuation comes from the bathroom, followed by a load groan. Oddly, the entry of the contents into the toilet bowl water is not heard, but no matter.] The Don:: What the...? What in the living... Billy Suggs:: Don, is that you? The Don:: Uh...oh...oh, uh, yeah, it's me. Billy Suggs:: C'mon, you ass, we're gonna be late for our f*cking match! The Don:: Uh, you boys go on without me. I'm not feeling too well. I think those enchiladas we had last night really did a number on me. Jerry Verboncour:: You sure? The Don:: Yeah, go on. I'll be fine. [A little worried, Suggs and Verboncour shrug their shoulders, then leave the dressing room. Just as the camera is fading out to the arena, one last bit of audio is picked up.] The Don:: God damnit! Who in the hell put saran wrap under the toilet seat?! |
| Tag Team Match: Super Bastardo Bros. vs. Army of Two | Tag Team Championships |
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["Dig" by Mudvayne starts up, and the boos are both loud and immediate. Suggs is the first one out with his sledgehammer in hand. The Pissed-Off Texan, Jerry Verboncour, comes out right behind him, wearing his trusty Army helmet and waving a tattered American flag back and forth. The two vets stomp down to the ring, puzzled as to why the fans are booing them as they step into the squared-circle.] Harvey Schultz:: This is going to be a BIG tag team match. The titles are on the line, and I haven't seen two teams more evenly matched than these two. J.J. Jackson:: Hey, where's Spaz? I wanna place a bet. [Crystal Method's "Name of the Game" starts up, and the crowd begins cheering as the wacky Bastardos emerge from the back, their Tag Team Championships around their waists. Loki has a bottle of babyoil in his right hand, and Plaz is carrying a briefcase under his arm.] Harvey Schultz:: You know, it's really amazing how the fans have taken to this team over the past few weeks. J.J. Jackson:: Hey, maybe they reconize greatness, brotha! [Loki performs his "sexy slide" into the ring as Plaz marches up the ringsteps with a halfsmirk plastered across his kisser. Once in the ring, both teams stare each other down before the referee directs them to their corners and rings the bell to start the match. Loki and Billy Suggs start off the action as Plaz and Verboncour look on from their respective corners.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, it looks like the Army's big surprise, the Don, is going to be a non-factor in this match as he's currently feeling...ill. J.J. Jackson:: Ill? Yo, man, he just gots the sh*ts, that's all baby! [Loki and Suggs lock up in the center of the ring, and Suggs takes the early advantage with a series of headbutts. Loki attempts a right hand, but Suggs blocks it and strikes with an elbow to the top of the head, followed by a bodyslam. Suggs quickly tags in Verboncour, who climbs up to the top rope. Loki is back up, but Verboncour takes him right back down with a flying clothesline.] Harvey Schultz:: Wow, Verboncour is unloading the heavy artillery right off the bat! [Verboncour goes for the cover, but doesn't even get a one-count. The Pissed-Off Texan whips Loki into the ropes, then goes for a back body drop, which he connects with, sending the younger Bastardo high in the air. Loki hits the canvas hard and quickly tags in his older brother, Plaz. Plaz goes to engage Verboncour in a collar-and-elbow tieup, but instead takes him to the mat with a drop toehold, followed by an elbow to the back of the head. Plaz rolls Jerry over and covers him, driving his forearm into Verb.'s face for a little extra punishment. 1..kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: Plaz isn't necessarily the most technically-gifted athlete I've had the privelage to watch, but he's certainly one of the smartest. [Both men are back up, and Plaz connects with a boot to the gut, followed by an inside cradle. 1...2.kickout! Plaz stomps Jerry in the head before the Texan makes it over to his corner to tag Suggs back in.] Harvey Schultz:: Suggs is a dangerous grappler, and an avid storyteller, but his background in the military is questionable. [Suggs charges Plaz with a clothesline, but Plaz ducks it, kicks Billy in the stomach, and snapmares him down to the mat. Plaz then bounces off the ropes and connects with a dropkick to the back of the veteran's head, snapping his head forward violently. Plaz makes the quick tag to Loki, who jumps up onto the top turnbuckle. Suggs rolls over onto his hands and knees, but Loki comes off the top rope and connects with a flying knee to the back of the head, sending Suggs back down to the mat. Loki makes the cover. 1...2...kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: That was a close call. [Loki lifts Suggs off the mat and attempts a piledriver, but Suggs backdrops him over the top rope to the outside of the ring. Suggs stumbles over to his corner and tags in Jerry, then heads to the outside to inflict some more damage on Loki. Jerry calmly walks across the ring and slaps Plaz across the face, prompting the oldest Bastardo to hop into the ring. Referee Perry Daton restrains him as Jerry hops outside of the ring. Loki is back up, but Jerry hooks him from behind as Suggs grabs Jerry's helmet and winds up. He then dives forward with a mighty swing, but Loki escapes Jerry's grasp and rolls out of the way as Suggs levels his own partner with the helmet! The fans erupt, cheering for the Army's misfortune.] Harvey Schultz:: Suggs just nailed his own partner with that helmet! [Suggs looks down in disbelief as Loki tears the helmet out of Suggs hand and drills him in the side of the head with it. Loki tosses the helmet, then rolls Suggs into the ring. Plaz finally steps out onto the ring apron while Loki drops Suggs in the center of the ring with an Inverted piledriver!] Harvey Schultz:: The Baby Oil Bop, and Loki makes the tag to Plaz. [Both men mount opposite corners, then fly off at the same time and nail Suggs with the El-Blow Job! Loki rolls over to his corner, opens up Plaz's briefcase, and pulls out an item as Plaz makes the cover. Jerry comes to and hops up onto the ring apron as Loki runs over and clocks Jerry in the side of the head with a roll of saran wrap, knocking him to the arena floor, allowing the referee to make the count. 1...2...3!] Harvey Schultz:: The Bastardos retain the titles! What a crazy match, and I'm sure Jerry's not to happy with Suggs right now. J.J. Jackson:: Is that saran wrap? Harvey Schultz:: It...it is! Well, now we know who put the saran wrap across the toilet in an Army of Two's bathroom! [Loki and Plaz grabs their belts as the fans cheer them on. Loki celebrates by dumping his bottle of baby oil all over Billy Suggs' face. Loki and Plaz head up the ramp, still Tag Team Champions, as an irate Jerry Verboncour slides into the ring and drags Billy Suggs to his feet.] Jerry Verboncour:: Hey...hey! Jerry's talkin' to you! What were you thinkin' when you hit Jerry in the head with his own helmet? Billy Suggs:: Hey, calm down man, it was an accident. F***ccccckkkkk... Jerry Verboncour:: An accident, huh? Okay, Jerry believes you, just don't let it happen again. [The two shake hands and make up as the fans begin to boo. They head up ramp with their heads held high while the crowd continues to boo them.] |
| Hardcore Match: Machine vs. James Nightbane |
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[Suddenly, the lights go out, causing a collective gasp from the audience.] o/` What have I done? o/` o/` I feel so bad, I feel so numb, yeah!o/` ["Feel So Numb" by Rob Zombie starts up as the silence turns into cheering as the lights come back up. The music continues to play, but there is no Nightbane. The cheering dies out as the fans watch in wonder.] J.J. Jackson:: Harvery, I's gettin' word that we gots a fight goin' down in the back! [The shot cuts to the backstage area inside of Machine and Viktor Krauser dressing room. Nightbane is inside absolutely hammering away on Krauser, and Machine is nowhere to be seen. Nightbane applies a front facelock, then lifts him into the air and plants him with his Implant DDT on the cold concrete, taking Krauser out for a long, long time!] Harvey Schultz:: Darkness has just fallen on Viktor Krauser, and he's not going anywhere for quite some time. I'm still wondering where Machine is... [Just then, Machine walks in through the doorway. Seeing his manager out cold on the floor, and Nightbane hovering over him, Machine goes right for Nightbane. Machine goes for a big, slow right hand, but Nightbane ducks out of the way and lays in a few good kidney punches. James grabs Machine by the back of the head and attempts to ram him into the concrete wall, but Machine blocks and slams Nightbane into the wall. Nightbane stumbles out of the dressing room into the open hallway as Machine stalks after him.] Harvey Schultz:: Referee Mitch Horton has just come into view, and the fight is on. This will surely be brutal. [Machine hammers Nightbane with a big right hand, knocking him to the ground, but Nightbane manages to crawl away. Machine slowly stalks after him as Nightbane makes it back to his feet. Nightbane finds a wooden crate and lifts it above his head to throw at Machine, but the big German gets to him first with a big boot to the face, knocking Nightbane to the ground. Machine begins to choke Nightbane as the Master of Darkness tries to break free. Machine lifts Nightbane off the ground and throws him into a nearby wall where he lands in a heap.] Harvey Schultz:: Painkillers or no painkillers, Machine is having his way with Nightbane. I don't think it really even matters. [Machine spots a large travelling chest and picks it up. He lifts it above his head and approaches Nightbane, then throws it down at him with all his might. Luckily, Nightbane rolls to safety as the chest crashes into the ground and busts open, revealing several heavy metal assembly poles. Nightbane grabs a nearby steal chair and comes at Machine with it, but Machine reaches out and grabs Nightbane by the neck. Nightbane drops the chair and tries to wrestle his way out of Machine's vice-like grip.] Harvey Schultz:: He's got the Goozle locked on. Could we see the chokeslam? J.J. Jackson:: Take a look at Mista Nightbang. See what's happennin' ta him? Back in the hood, we call that an "ass whippin"! [Machine lifts Nightbane into the air, but Nightbane drives his thumb into Machine's eye, causing him to release his grasp. Nightbane falls to his feet as the momentarily blinded Machine stumbles around. Looking around, Nightbane spots a crowbar behind a table filled with food, and retreives it. Machine walks up to the table in search of Nightbane, but James crawls under the table and in between Machine's legs, ending up behind him. Machine looks around, but his nailed in the back with the crowbar.] Harvey Schultz:: He may be big, but he's dumb! [Machine stumbles forward, then slowly turns around. Nightbane swings again, this time nailing Machine in the side of the head, stunning him. Nightbane winds up again, but this time Machine grabs him by the throat. Machine lifts him into the air and drives him down hard into the concrete!] J.J. Jackson:: Damn! Harvey Schultz:: Nightbane just got chokeslammed on that unforgiving concrete! This match has got to be over! [Machine bends over to pick up Nightbane, but stops and winces in pain. Machine stumbles back a few steps and holds the side of his head. Machine begins stumbling around like a confused animal as he holds the side of his head.] Harvey Schultz:: Nightbane switched Machine's painkillers, and Machine doesn't know what's going on. He's feeling pain for once in his life, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. Wait...oh yes he does. [A now seemingly angered Machine walks back over to Nightbane and violently lifts him off the ground. He places Nightbane's head between his legs in preparation for a powerbomb.] Harvey Schultz:: Oh no...He's gonna Jacknife powerbomb him on the concrete! That'll cause severe damage to his spinal cord for sure. [Machine goes to lift Nightbane in the air, but Nightbane begins kicking his feet. Nightbane then reverses the hold and backdrops Machine! Machine lands on the good table, busting it in half as food flies in all directions. Seemingly unphazed by the move, Machine is quickly back up to his feet. Nightbane takes a minute to catch his breath, unaware that Machine is back on his feet already. Nightbane slowly bends down and picks up a long, iron bar as Machine walks over to the wall, busts the glass panel, and pulls out a red axe. The breaking of the glass alerts Nightbane to Machine's presence as he turns around. Machine charges Nightbane with the axe overhead...] Harvey Schultz:: Machine is going to kill James Nightbane right here in Norfolk, Virginia!!! J.J. Jackson:: He's gonna split his head like a log! [Nightbane sidesteps at the last second and slides the bar between Machine's legs, tripping him as the axe goes flying across the room. Nightbane sees his opportunity and pounces upon Machine's back. He begins pounding away on the back of Machine's head, but Machine quickly throws him off.] Harvey Schultz:: That Machine is out for blood, J.J. [Nightbane hobbles off down the hall as Machine follows him. Nightbane turns around and kicks Machine in the bread basket, then rams his head into the concrete wall, but Machine fires back with an elbow to the chops. Both men battle their way down the hall until they end up in the underground parking garage. There in the center of all the cars is Nightbane's black limo.] Harvey Schultz:: Uh oh, I wonder if Sadistic is gonna come out of that limo... [Machine continues to stalk Nightbane, but the Master of Darkness slows the giant with a dropkick to the knee, followed by another. Machine drops down to one knee as Nightbane rips an antenna from one of the nearby cars and begins choking Machine with it. Mitch Horton is right on top of things, ready to make the count if necessary. Machine slowly stands and shoves Nightbane into the side of a brown Sedan. Machine takes a few steps forward and goes for a big boot, but Nightbane moves out of the way and Machine's big foot goes right through the passenger side window. Nightbane dropkicks Machine in the leg again, this time while his other foot is still through the car window, and the big man goes down.] Harvey Schultz:: Machine is down! Machine is down! [Nightbane goes for the cover. 1...Machine throws Nightbane off with authority. Nightbane gets in a few boots as Machine makes his way back to his feet. James hops up onto the hood of the brown Sedan and makes a running leap towards Machine. The German turns around just in time to catch Nightbane by the throat. Nightbane tries to break free from the Goozle, but it's no use as Machine lifts him into the air and chokeslams him!] Harvey Schultz:: My God! I think he just split Nightbane's head open! [Machine makes the cover as the referee counts. 1...2...3! Not satisfied with the victory, Machine begins to choke Nightbane. He then stands up and begins kicking him as Nightbane attempts to crawl away. Machine kicks Nightbane right in front of the limo, then begins choking him again. Suddenly, the limo's bright lights switch on, blinding the big man. This gives Nightbane enough time to roll to safety.] Harvey Schultz:: This is crazy, the match is over, but the fight still continues! [Nightbane staggers around to the back of the limo and opens the trunk as Machine stalks after him. Nightbane peers inside the large trunk as Machine throws a punch at Nightbane. Nightbane dodges out of the way and connects with a punch of his own, then slams the trunk down on Machine's hand, trapping him!] Harvey Schultz:: Look at this! James Nightbane has Machine trapped! [Nightbane nails him with a few hard right hands to the head before walking around to the rear right door, opening it, and retreiving a small, black item. He then returns to the rear of the vehicle where Machine is still trying to free himself. Nightbane sends several volts of electricity through Machine's body with a tazer, and after a few seconds, Machine drops to the ground. Nightbane opens the trunk, musters up all of his strength, and lifts Machine into the trunk. Next, Nightbane slams the lid shut and climbs into the limo, shutting the door behind him as the vehicle speeds off into the night!] Harvey Schultz:: It looks like James Nightbane has just kidnapped Machine! Incredible! |
| Standard Match: HaZe vs. NyGhtMaRe | Heavyweight Championship |
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Harvey Schultz:: This has turned out to be one hell of a night, but now, it's time for the icing on the cake...the Heavyweight Championship. ["Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed starts up and out steps the challenger to a huge reaction from the crowd. NyGhtMaRe walks down the ramp with his trusty barbed wire kendo stick and rolls into the ring, then thrusts his taped fists into the air as the crowd lets out another loud cheer. He sets his weapon in the corner and awaits the arrival of the champ.] Harvey Schultz:: This match has been two months in the making. NyGhtMaRe has a lot of pent up aggression, and he's going to take it all out on HaZe. ["Painkiller Introduction" by Professional Murder Music starts up as the Heavyweight Champion, HaZe, steps out onto the stage with Richard Cormier at his side. Both men look a little worried, most likely about fellow stablemate Machine, who has just been kidnapped. The two put on their game faces and head down to the ring while the fans boo them mercilessly. HaZe climbs up onto the ring apron and steps into the ring, but Kartier is there to meet him with a right hand to the back of the head.] Harvey Schultz:: Senior official Perry Daton calls for the bell as NyGhtMaRe is already going to town on the Enlightened One. [NyGhtMaRe sends HaZe into the ropes and follows right behind him, connecting with a big back elbow that sends HaZe out of the ring. Cormier is quickly over to console his champ as the referee's count starts up.] Perry Daton:: 1...2...3... [After a few moments of rest, HaZe slides back into the ring and charges the challenger, but Kris takes him to the mat with a big right hand! HaZe grabs his face as NyGhtMaRe sets to work on him with a series of boots. NyGhtMaRe lifts HaZe up onto his shoulder, then drills him with a reverse shoulderbreaker. NyGhtMaRe makes the cover. 1...2.kickout! HaZe rolls to the outside of the ring, and the fans boo him.] Harvey Schultz:: What a wimp! Get back in the ring and fight already! Perry Daton:: 1...2...3... [After taking a few seconds to recover, HaZe cautiously slides back into the ring. Kartier advances towards him, but HaZe slows his progress with a poke to the eye. HaZe piledrives Kartier's skull into the canvas, then covers him. 1...kickout! HaZe connects with a pair of elbowdrops, then covers him again 1...2.kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: It looks like HaZe is trying to end this match as soon as humanly possible, but it's not gonna be that easy if Kartier has anything to say about it. [HaZe lifts Kartier to his feet, then throws him out of the ring. Cormier walks over to the fallen Kartier as HaZe distracts the referee. Cormier delivers several stomps to Kartier, getting in his cheap shots. After about a dozen stomps, Kartier suddenly stands and looks at Cormier with hate in his eyes as the crowd goes wild. NyGhtMaRe slowly approaches Cormier as the owner of the AWA begins to backpeddle. Seeing what's happening, HaZe hops out of the ring and comes to Cormier's rescue with an axe-handle to the back of NyGhtMaRe. HaZe quickly throws NyGhtMaRe into the ring and follows him in as the crowd begins to boo.] Harvey Schultz:: Man, if NyGhtMaRe just had one minute alone with Cormier, I'd love it! J.J. Jackson:: Yo! Don't talk like that 'bout da Boss! [HaZe plants Kartier with an Inverted DDT, then makes the cover, propping his feet up on the second rope for leverage. 1...2...Daton notices HaZe's illegal tactic and halts the count. Infuriated, HaZe begins to argue Daton's call, then threatens to hit him. As the Enlightened One brings his fist back in an attempt to hit the referee, Kartier grabs his arm and spins him around, then kicks him in the stomach and DDTs him. NyGhtMaRe makes the cover. 1...2...kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: Oh! So close! We almost had a new Heavyweight Champion! [Kartier sets HaZe up for a suplex, but HaZe escapes and slides down NyGhtMaRe's back, then shoves him into the corner. Unfortunately, the referee is caught in the crossfire and sandwiched in the corner! Daton falls to the mat as NyGhtMaRe stumbles backward. HaZe hooks his head, then lifts him into the air and drives him to the mat with an inverted brainbuster.] J.J. Jackson:: That be the Dark DaZe, yo! Harvey Schultz:: The referee is out cold as HaZe heads to the top rope. [HaZe measures his opponent, then comes off the top rope with the 450 Splash, scoring a direct hit! HaZe covers Kartier and hooks the leg, but there's no referee to make the count. HaZe leaves Kartier in the center of the ring and attempts to revive Perry Daton. Daton slowly begins to stir as HaZe continues to work with the referee. NyGhtMaRe rolls over to his corner and grabs his Singapore cane, then sneaks up behind HaZe. Cormier begins yelling and pointing from the outside of the ring. Curious, HaZe turns around, but only to be hammered in the top of the head with the barbed wire weapon. HaZe spins around and stumbles into the ropes where he collapses, his body being held up by the top rope.] Harvey Schultz:: NyGhtMaRe has just taken out HaZe with his Singapore cane! [NyGhtMaRe tosses the illegal weapon out of the ring as Daton recovers. Cormier hops up onto the ring apron and pleads his case to the referee, but NyGhtMaRe decks him, spinning him around on the ring apron so that he is facing the fans. NyGhtMaRe looks at Cormier, then at HaZe, then at Cormier again.] Harvey Schultz:: What's more important to Kris Kartier? Winning the Heavyweight Championship, of getting his hands on Richard Cormier? [After a few seconds, NyGhtMaRe makes up his mind and heads for HaZe, then does and about face and turns to Cormier. Cormier is in the perfect position as Kartier locks in the Karta-Hajima and drags Richard into the ring over the top rope. The place erupts as NyGhtMaRe chokes out the owner of the AWA. HaZe regains his senses as a small trickle of blood runs down his face. NyGhtMaRe continues to shake Cormier's limp body around violently in the Karta-Hajime until HaZe comes up from behind and rolls him up in a school boy. Cormier's body falls to the mat as HaZe grabs a handful of NyGhtMaRe's pants while the ref makes the count. 1...2...3!] Harvey Schultz:: I can't believe it! HaZe has retained his title, but not before NyGhtMaRe choked the very life out of Richard Cormier! |
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[Richard Cormier's prone body lays motionless on the mat as HaZe begins to assault NyGhtMaRe after the match. He plants him in the middle of the ring with a piledriver, then rolls out of the ring and grabs Kartier's Singapore cane. He slides back into the ring and begins to choke Kartier with the cane as fans begin to boo. Cormier slowly comes to his senses as HaZe continues to punish NyGhtMaRe.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, HaZe is certainly doing a number on NyGhtMaRe right now. I think he's trying to grind those barbs into NyGhtMaRe's throat! [Cormier stumbles over to NyGhtMaRe, who is still being choked by HaZe, grabs his legs, and stomps him in the groin as the fans continue to boo. HaZe lifts NyGhtMaRe to his feet and ties his arm up in the ropes, then hands the Singapore cane to Cormier. A big smile spreads across Cormier's face as HaZe stands back so that Cormier can have a wide open shot at the helpless NyGhtMaRe. Cormier raises the kendo stick above his head, and suddenly, the lights go dim. "Dream Song" by Ministry starts up, and the crowd erupts.] Harvey Schultz:: That's Mandrake's music! [Mandrake sprints out from the back and slides into the ring as HaZe and Cormier turn to face him. Cormier steps forward and swings the cane, but Mandrake runs underneath the swing and clotheslines HaZe over the top rope, at the same time releasing NyGhtMaRe from the ropes. Realizing that he's outnumbered, Cormier drops the Singapore cane and rolls out of the ring as the crowd goes nuts!] J.J. Jackson:: That's that fly white boy, ManTrain! Harvey Schultz:: Mandrake has come to the aid of his former tag team partner, and this place is on their feet! [HaZe and Richard Cormier head up the ramp, still in possession of the Heavyweight Championship as Mandrake and a bleeding NyGhtMaRe rule the ring. Fade to black.] |
