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| DuPont Manual High School | Louisville, Kentucky | 07/05/05 | 1,780 |
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| Introduction |
 [The AWA logo flashes on the screen as the all-to-familiar chant starts up in the background. "We Die Young" by Alice in Chains hits the large gymnasium, causing several to cheer, but the chant holds strong.] Crowd:: SWF! SWF! SWF! [Louisville, Kentucky, the site of last week's Riptide, is still full of electricity after the astonishing revelation that took place at last week's show. The crowd scans the arena, which is filled to the brim with rabid SWF fans.] Bryant Dean for President! Let's kick this shiz-nit OUTLAW STYLE! Where is the Mad Marquis? [The AWA's trio of announcers head down to the ring and take their respective seats at ringside. The SWF chant still persists as the AWA's intro music slowly fades out.] Cliff Anderson:: Ladies and gents, welcome to DuPont Manual High School in Louisville, Kentucky! We've got a great show lined up for you tonight, but many have got to be wondering how Richard Cormier and his henchmen are gonna retaliate after the SWF arrived last week and cleaned house! Oxford Flanigan:: That's absolutely correct, my good man. Bryant Dean and his SWF ruffians manhandled and molestered poor Mr. Cormier last week, and I think a little redemption is called for. Cliff Anderson:: Regardless, Ox, we've got a packed show tonight, and we have no time to waste. To open the show, Haze defends his Heavyweight Championship... J.J. Jackson:: Yeah, yeah, againce Rosco P. Coltraine, o' course. Cliff Anderson:: Pfft. Rosco P. Coltraine? You ignorant inner-city thug. You can't even pronounce the man's name correctly. [Cliff and Oxford have a good laugh at J.J.'s expense as the opening match of the night begins.] |
| Standard Match: Haze vs. Rosco Pico Train | Heavyweight Championship |
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 6'3" 225 lbs. High Flyer 17/3/0 |  |  6'4" 201 lbs. Submission Grappler 0/6/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: Well, this match is one of three title matches that will be taking place tonight. Cormier is going above and beyond the call of duty to produce a quality show for the fans here in Louisville. [Rosco Pico Train makes his way down to the ring to very little reaction. Once in the ring, he begins petting the turnbuckles, producing a few scattered chuckles. Haze's music hits, and the crowd erupts into boos. Haze, viewed as a huge turncoat for aligning with the devil himself, Richard Cormier, is met with deafening boos. He seems a bit taken aback, but continues down to the ring with an obnoxious grin on his face.] Oxford Flanigan:: The fans certainly aren't hiding their dislike for this chap, are they Clifford? Cliff Anderson:: Of course not. He's sided with the enemy. [Haze hands his belt over to referee Mitch Horton, and the match begins. Haze toys with his opponent to start off with, letting Train apply several headlocks and armbars early in the contest. Eventually, Haze grows tired of Rosco's pathetic attempts at offense and begins pummeling him. One Democracy and Capital Punishment later, and the match is over. Haze celebrates his HUGE victory by leaping onto the second turnbuckle with his belt while Train lays motionless in the ring. The crowd boos all the while.] Oxford Flanigan:: An outstanding match by these two men. I must say, Rosco looked like he was getting the better of Haze from the start. But Haze made a nice recovery to pick up the victory! |
| Cormier's Plans |
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[Haze makes his way backstage and is immediately met by Cormier and the Insurance Policy. Haze has his Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder and is congratulated by his stablemates, causing the crowd to boo mightily as they watch on the AWA-Tron.] Richard Cormier:: Way to keep that Heavyweight Championship in Cormier's court, champ! Now boys, I've been tellin' ya all week long that as long as Dean and those SWF sons of bi{bleep)s don't have any gold, they're nothing. Kartier, tonight you need to take care of business. If you can bring that Atlantic Championship back home where it belongs, we'll be d{bleep} near unbeatable! [The four men huddle together closely as they slowly make their way down the hall.] Richard Cormier:: Now fellas, I've got a plan. In the battle royal, I want to make sure that there's no way Showtime wins that thing. If the SWF doesn't have a shot at the Heavyweight Championship, there's not way they can win the Heavyweight Championship. And Kartier, don't worry about McNasty tonight. I've got everything planned out, and the Atlantic Championship is as good as won! [The four men begin laughing as the shot returns to the arena.] |
| Best of Seven Series: Match Four: Standard Match: Cody Duckett vs. 40 oz |
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 6'4" 275 lbs. Daredevil 1/3/1 | | 6'6" 240 lbs. Powerhouse 1/3/1 |
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[Cody Duckett and 40 oz are already in the ring, but the fans could care less.] Crowd:: SWF! SWF! SWF! Cliff Anderson:: Why does Cormier keep booking these two idiots? J.J. Jackson:: Mehbe he feel sorry for 'em. [The match begins and Duckett and 40 oz put on the worst display of wrestling ever. Ever! After several botched counters and reversals, Duckett finally settles on a headlock.] Crowd:: SWF! SWF! SWF! [After a few more minutes of God-awful wrestling, the match is interrupted by a duo that enters through the crowd.] Cliff Anderson:: That's...that's the Outlawz! They've just come in through the fans! [Mike Edwards catches Duckett with the Kira Kick, knocking him silly. Soapdish drops Mr. Ounce with the Ass, and the alcoholic beverage staggers through the ropes to the outside of the ring. The mount opposite turnbuckles and give the infamous Outlaw crotch chop, but before they can down a few brews in the ring, security rushes out from the back. The Outlawz bail out of the ring and head back into the crowd as security storms the ring. The fans are going berzerk!] Cliff Anderson:: Well, this match has been ruled a draw. What's the series at now? Oxford Flanigan:: Um...I'm not sure. One, one, and two? Cliff Anderson:: No, I'm afraid the correct answer was "Who gives a sh{bleep}?" |
| Commercial Break |
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[Two women are seen receiving massages from muscle-bound men. One of the men turns to the camera and we see that he is "Son of a Gun" Josh McCool.] Josh McCool:: Hi, I'm Josh McCool, AWA superstar and all around good guy. Here at the Borgata Hotel Casino & Spa, we take every step to make sure that you're at your most comfortable. From massages to fine cuisine to our outstanding casino floor, you'll be proud to call this your home away from home. So come to the Borgata, where we help you put a figure four leg lock on fun. [The commercial fades to black as McCool continues puttin' the moves on the woman.] |
| Standard Match: Fifteen Minute Time Limit: Brian Zane vs. Josh McCool | WHRO Television Championship |
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 6'2" 225 lbs. Grappler 6/3/0 | |  6'9" 287 lbs. Powerhouse 15/0/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: In the AWA's first incarnation, Josh McCool was undefeated. He's carried that streak with him to date and has yet to be beaten in the AWA. However, Brian Zane might have something to say about that. Oxford Flanigan:: Righto! Not only will Brian Zane retain the WHRO Television Championship, he'll also end that deviant McCool's undefeated streak right here tonight! [McCool's music hits, and the Son of a Gun bounds out from the back to a nice reaction from the Louisville crowd. He makes his way down to the ring, slapping a few hands on the way, and waits for the arrival of the champion. The Perfect Prima Donna's music blasts from the speakers, and out walks the arrogant Brian Zane. He makes his way to the ring with his belt fastened around his waist to a chorus of boos from the fans. Once in the ring, Perry Daton checks both men before starting the match.] Cliff Anderson:: As you can see, McCool clearly has the size and strength advantage, but I think Brian Zane might be the most techinically gifted wrestler in the AWA today. This should be an interesting match. [McCool overpowers the champion at the start of the match and physically dominates him for the first five minutes of the bout, scoring a handful of nearfalls along the way. After a countered powerbomb attempt, Zane takes over the offensive and starts going to work on Josh McCool's knee. Zane targets the knee and in a grand display of technical know-how, keeps the big man grounded for several minutes with a variety of leglocks and grapevines.] Cliff Anderson:: McCool was using his size and power early on, but it looks like Zane's found a weakness in the big man and he's capitalizing on it. Oxford Flanigan:: He sure is. [After a standing leglock fails to wrest a submission out of the Son of a Gun, Zane goes to a headlock to try and wear McCool down. The seconds tick by, and only five minutes remain in the contest. After hitting a triple suplex combo, Zane locks in the figure four leglock. McCool fights valiantly, but Zane has him right in the center of the ring. The time continues to tick by as the clock dips under the three minute mark. After much pain and personal anguish, McCool is finally able to work his way over and reach the bottom rope. The fans begin rallying behind McCool as only two minutes remain.] Cliff Anderson:: McCool's finally broken the hold, but what kind of shape is that knee in? Zane's really taking it to the big man like nobody else has before him. [Zane continues his relentless assault as time continues to slip away. Zane locks McCool's head for a DDT, but the SOB charges him back into the corner, kicks him in the gut, and slams him to the mat with his WMB powerbomb! The place erupts as McCool drops down for the cover. 1...2...kickout! Zane kicks out as the clock drops down below the one minute mark. The fans are on their feet, and McCool looks stunned.] Cliff Anderson:: McCool couldn't put Zane away with the Weapon of Mass Destruction! There are only fifty seconds left! [McCool drags Zane to his feet and goes for an Irish whip, but Zane reverses. Zane attempts a clothesline, but McCool ducks it and bounces off the other side. Zane catches McCool with a boot to the stomach, the grabs McCool for a running bulldog. The SOB uses Zane's momentum to fire him into the turnbuckle chest-first. McCool bounces off the ropes as Zane stumbles backwards out of the corner. Gaining a head of steam, McCool levels Zane with the Facelift, and the crowd goes banana!] Cliff Anderson:: There's the Facelift! But is there enough time? [The seconds are in the single digits as McCool slowly rolls over and makes the cover. Daton slides into position to make the count. 1...2...3! Bzzzzzzt!] Cliff Anderson:: McCool did it! McCool did it! He beat out the clock by a second, and he's the new Television Champion! [McCool's music hits as Perry Daton drapes the title across McCool's massive shoulder. The crowd goes crazy as McCool climbs the second turnbuckle and thrusts the belt into the air.] Jolly Roger:: Arrrgh. We be gettin' a NEW WHRO Television Champion...Josh Mick Cool! Cliff Anderson:: Well, congratulations to McCool in what was a very hard-fought contest. Up next, we've got the Doctor's Office... |
| The Doctor's Office Guest: Bryant Dean |
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[The good doctor, Dr. Payne, and his office assistant, Allen Stevenson, are already on their way down to the ring and the ring crew hustles to get the set ready. Payne sets his black medical bag on the cheap table and grabs a microphone while the "Doctor's Office" sign hangs overhead.] Dr. Payne:: Ladies and geni{bleep}s...welcome...to the Doctor's OFFICE! [The crowd cheers as Payne gives a slight smirk. Payne and Stevenson admire one another's Tag Team Championships before beginning.] Dr. Payne:: Now tonight, I have a very special guest for all of you. I think you know who he is... [The crowd begins cheering uncontrollably, waiting for the arrival of Bryant Dean.] Dr. Payne:: So...without further delay, I give to you...Bryant Dean! [The crowd erupts, the but eruption is cut short as "All in the Suit that you Wear" by the Stone Temple Pilots blares over the speakers. The cheers quickly turn to boos as Richard Cormier steps out from the back, flanked on each side by Revilation and Kris Kartier, his Insurance Policy. Haze brings up the rear within his Heavyweight Championship hanging over his shoulder. A few fans throw garbage as Cormier makes his way down and enter the ring. Cormier snatches the mic out of the good doctor's hand.] Richard Cormier:: We're taking over the Doctor's Office, my good men. You're relieved of your duties. [The Professionals simply stare at Cormier, a bit confused.] Richard Cormier:: I said GET OUT! Get out, or you're fired! [Stevenson and Payne shrug, then exit the ring and head to the back.] Richard Cormier:: Just to let all of you inbred idiots know, Bryant Dean WILL NOT be coming out here tonight! Bryant Dean has been banned from the building! So, if you came here to see BRYANT DEAN, you might as well just pack up your crap and get the h{bleep} out of here right now! [The boos become even louder, causing the AWA owner to grin.] Richard Cormier:: Bryant Dean, I know you're watching. You're probably at home in your two-bit shack watching me right now on that black and white thirteen inch box you call a television, and it's good that you're watching, 'cause I've got something to say to you. You probably think you're funny coming out here last week and RUINING my show! You probably think it's a feather in your cap to come out here and sucker punch me in the mouth when my back was turned! You think you're soooo smart, but you're not! You're an idiot! The SWF is dead, Mr. Dean, and if you're not careful, you will be too. [The fans boos become louder and louder, until finally the boos culminate into a chant.] Crowd:: SWF! SWF! SWF! Richard Cormier:: As of 11:00 a.m. this morning, I filed for a restraining order against you. That means that if you come within one hundred feet of me, I can...and WILL...have you arrested! But that doesn't matter, because you won't even have the chance to get that close to me, because I've banned you from the building! Every security guard knows exactly what you look like, so you won't be allowed into an AWA event ever again! [Cormier, Haze, and the Insurance Policy begin cracking up in the ring, but the crowd doesn't seem pleased in the slightest. Suddenly, "Bawitdaba" by Kid Rock hits, and the SWF logo flashes on the AWA-tron, causing the place to erupt!] Richard Cormier:: What's going on here?! Turn that crap off! Turn it off NOW! [Cormier stomps around the ring angrily as his face turns a dark shade of red. As he's doing this, Bryant Dean slowly steps out from the back with a microphone in hand. Dean has to speak loudly to be heard over the frenzied cheers.] Bryant Dean:: Well, if it ain't 'ol Dick Cormier! Richard Cormier:: What in the h{bleep} are you...? How did you get in here?! Bryant Dean:: Let's just say that some of your security guards used to work here in Louisville a few years ago...for the SWF! [The fans go crazy as Dean puts on a broad grin. Cormier is beside himself.] Crowd:: SWF! SWF! SWF! Richard Cormier:: Didn't you hear me? You can't come within a hundred feet of me, or I'll have you taken to jail! Bryant Dean:: Oh, I can't come within a hundred feet of you. That may be true. But you didn't say anything about...them! [As if on cue, the Outlawz emerge from the crowd on one side of the ring, followed by Donny J. McNasty on another side, and "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght on yet another! The crowd is going insane as the SWF loyalists slide into the ring and begin duking it out with Cormier's boys. McNasty and Kartier begin going at it as Soapdish goes after Revilation. Showtime and Haze trade blows as Mike Edwards grabs Cormier by the seat of the pants and tosses him over the top rope like a sack of potatoes! A few moments later and team SWF has cleared the ring, giving Bryant the opportunity to walk down the aisle and enter. The crowd is going bananas.] Bryant Dean:: Well, that wasn't too hard. [Bryant cracks his knuckles, as if he did all the work, producing a few laughs from the crowd. Showtime, McNasty, and the Outlawz are all standing in the ring with Dean as Cormier and company retreat to the entrance area, where the watch from afar.] Bryant Dean:: Richard, you've been coming out here week after week after week saying that the SWF is dead. Well, it looks to me like the SWF is alive and well! Crowd:: SWF! SWF! SWF! Bryant Dean:: But this obsession you have with the death of the SWF has given me an idea. Since you want the SWF to die so bad, I'll give you the opportunity. That's right, I'm challenging you to a match. One on one. Richard Cormier versus Bryant Dean. The AWA vs. the SWF! [Cormier's jaw drops as the fans eat it up.] Bryant Dean:: Rich, you greedy son of a b{bleep}, if you can beat me at Symphony of Destruction, then I'll personally bury the SWF with my own hands. [Cormier begins nodding happily at Dean's offer.] Bryant Dean:: But...if I beat you, you hand over half of you shares of the AWA stock, and the SWF comes back for good! [At the sound of this, the crowd begins cheering. Cormier, however, begins pondering the thought over in his head. Finally, he raises the microphone to his lips.] Richard Cormier:: You've got a deal, but only under two conditions. First, you have to prove yourself by defeating my man Revilation here in a match next week! If you can do that, then I'll face you at Symphony of Destruction...however, I get to choose the stipulation! [Some of the fans boo, but Bryant Dean's seems to think it's a fair deal.] Bryant Dean:: Deal. Next week, I'll beat Revilation's a{bleep}, then, I'll beat your a{bleep} at Symphony of Destruction in whatever match you choose. Count me in! [The fans cheer.] Richard Cormier:: Dean, you don't know what you've just gotten yourself into... [Cormier drops the mic, and he and his boys head to the back while Dean, Wryght, McNasty, Soapdish, and Edwards play to the fans in the ring.] |
| Tag Team Match: The Professionals vs. Willis Clayton & Grendel |
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Dr. Payne  Allen Stevenson 453 lbs. 3/1/0 | | Willis Clayton Grendel  562 lbs. 0/1/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: Well, folks, in case you just missed it, Bryant Dean is gonna be going one-on-one with Revilation next week. If he can get by Revilation next week, then he gets to face Richard Cormier at Symphony of Destruction, and the SWF is on the line! That's right. If Cormier beats Dean, the SWF is no more. However, if Dean beats Cormier, the SWF and the AWA become equals, and the SWF is here to stay! Oxford Flanigan:: I don't know about you two daisies, but I think I've heard just about enough of those SWF ruffians. [Willis Clayton and Grendel make their way to the ring to very little reaction. The Tag Team Champions follow them out, and the crowd gives them a good response. Payne and Stevenson climb into the ring and hand their belts over to Jimmy Jack Paige, then the match begins.] Cliff Anderson:: Now keep in mind, folks, that this is a non-title matchup. J.J. Jackson:: Pfft. Like them two chumps could beat da Professios anyhoot. Oxford Flanigan:: I swear on the Queen's name, I can't understand one thing this dark little fellow utters. [J.J. Jackson gives the Englishman an angry glare as Payne works over Clayton in the corner. Payne and Stevenson keep Clayton isolated and effectively cut the ring in half with quick tags and efficient teamwork. Not more than five minutes into the match, the Professionals drill Clayton with the Professional Punishment, a combination Dr. Payne powerbomb followed by an Allen Stevenson frog splat. Stevenson makes the cover to pick up the win for the Professionals.] Cliff Anderson:: That was certainly quick. The Tag Team Champions made short work of Clayton and Grendel here tonight. Fans, don't go away. We've gotta take a commercial break. |
| Commercial Break |
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[The commercial opens with a mobster staring into the camera. He's got a nice suit and hat and he's puffing on a cigar. He's got the perpetual five o'clock shadow going and he doesn't look to be in the best of moods.] Tony:: Hey you. Yeah, you. I'm talkin' ta you. [Tony takes a quick glance around, then leans in towards the camera as if he's about to share a secret.] Tony:: Do yous need ta have someone whacked? Iced? Killed? Murdered? Or mehbe just all 'round dead? Well, I'm da man yer lookin' fer. I can do it all. Murders, beatins...yous name it, I do it. So if yous need need somebody beat up real bad, come on down ta Big Al's Hoagies an' ask fer Tony. [A picture of the sandwich shop appears on the screen, located on the corner of 5th and Broadway.] Tony:: So if yous gots the dough, we'll take care of da rest, tough guy. An' if yer lucky 'nough, we'll even trow in a complimentary baseball bat. 'Cause that's what we do. Beats peoples wit' bats. [The scene cuts out abruptly.] |
| Leading the Crusaders |
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[Riptide returns to the backstage area, where we find Dean and his SWF men huddled in an abandoned room. Dean appears to be going over tonight's battle plan with them.] Bryant Dean:: Okay, Showtime. Tonight, we need you to pull through in that battle royal so you can bring home the gold to the SWF. And McNasty, tonight's your night, my man. Tonight, you're gonna take out that AWA scumbag and bring the Atlantic Championship to the SWF. And boys... [Dean pats Soapdish and Edwards on the shoulders.] Bryant Dean:: ...if Cormier's goons try to get involved, you know what to do. [The Outlawz nod to each other and pound fists.] Bryant Dean:: Well, boys, I gotta go get some paperwork out of my car. Don't do anything I wouldn't do... [All five men begin laughing as Dean walks out of view. The shot returns to the ringside area.] |
| Heavyweight Championship #1 Contender's Battle Royal: Mandrake, Rich Verboncour, "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght, Mike Edwards, Nick Soapdish, James Nightbane, Machine, The False Marquis, Loki Bastardo, Plaz Bastardo, Marty Mayham, Max Mayham, Mikey Mayham |
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Cliff Anderson:: Ladies and gents, it's time for tonight's big battle royal. The winner of this match gets a shot at Haze and the AWA Heavyweight Championship next week here on Riptide. Oxford Flanigan:: Correct. And unless I'm mistaken, the only way to lose it to be thrown out over the top rope with both feet touching the arena floor. Is this correct? J.J. Jackson:: Yessum. [All of the participants are already in the ring, and the three referees are positioned outside the ring to call the match. The bell rings, and a giant brawl ensues. Not ten seconds into the match, and Mikey Mayham has already been eliminated.] Cliff Anderson:: Looks like this thirteen-man battle royal has just become a twelve-man. Mikey Mayham has just been eliminated. [The brawling continues with punches flying this way and that. Somewhere in the fray, the False Marquis is sent sailing over the top rope by the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil. Following the elimination of the Marquis, Nick Soapdish and Loki Bastardo carry one another over the top rope.] Cliff Anderson:: Soapdish and Loki have just eliminated one another! [Soapdish takes exception to this and begins pummeling Loki. The two men begin brawling at ringside while Plaz Bastardo and Mike Edwards sail over the top rope. Plaz and Edwards begin brawling right next to Loki and Soapdish. The Bastardos and the Outlawz begin brawling all the way up the aisle as the fans cheer them on.] Cliff Anderson:: The Bastardo and the Outlawz have eliminated each other, and now they're knocking the tar out of each other outside the ring! [The two remaining Mayhams, Max and Marty, begin double-teaming Machine in the corner, but James Nightbane comes to his big friend's aid. Showtime and Mandrake are going at it in another corner when Rich Verboncour leaps into the fray, peppering the Crimson Demon with several right hands. Showtime and Verboncour work over Mandrake in the corner as Machine chokeslams Marty Mayham out of the ring, eliminating him. Nightbane takes care of the older Mayham brother with a superkick, knocking Max over the top rope!] Cliff Anderson:: The Mayham's have just been eliminated! We're down to only five men left in this battle royal. [Showtime leaves Mandrake and Verboncour brawling in the corner and goes after Machine and Nightbane. Wryght is rocking Nightbane and Machine with big right hands, but Machine shakes off the blows and latches one of his giant meathooks around Showtime's throat. Showtime kicks Machine in the groin, but it has no affect. Suddenly, Verboncour dashes across the ring in a flash and nails Machine with a giant forearm, knocking him backwards over the rope rope to the floor.] Cliff Anderson:: Verboncour just eliminated Machine! We're down to the final four! [Nightbane and Showtime pair off and begin hammering away on each other. Mandrake nails Verboncour from behind and slams him into the turnbuckle. Verboncour fights back and has Mandrake backpeddling. The One Night Stand charges the ropes and rebounds towards the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil at top speed. Verboncour throws a clothesline, but Mandrake ducks and backdrops Verboncour over the top rope to the arena floor!] J.J. Jackson:: Da porn stud hass been eliminaded. [Mandrake sits back and watches while Showtime and Nightbane fight on the opposite side of the ring. Nightbane hits a low blow, then begins wailing on Mikey Wryght. Nightbane takes a step back to set up the End of Light, but Mandrake cuts him short with a running dropkick, sending Nightbane over the top rope. The crowd goes nuts!] Cliff Anderson:: Nightbane's outta there! We're down to the final two! [Mandrake hops up onto the turnbuckle and pulls Showtime in for the Gale Force Advisory, but Showtime fights back. Wryght hits Mandrake with several right hands, then pulls back for one last shot to knock the daredevil out of the ring. Mandrake plants a boot in Showtime's chest, then jumps out of the corner and levels Wryght with a roundhouse kick to the head. Mandrake pulls Showtime up near the ropes and prepares to suplex him over the ropes, but Nightbane flies into view out of nowhere and sends both men over the top rope with a double clothesline! Showtime hits first, with Mandrake landing on top of him. The referee calls for the bell!] Cliff Anderson:: What in the h{bleep} is Nightbane doing?! He's already been eliminated! I think he just cost Showtime the match! [Senior official Perry Daton goes over to Jolly Roger and begins discussing something with him. Finally, they come to an agreement, and Jolly Roger gets on the mic. As he's doing so, the AWA-tron comes to life, showing a replay of the battle royal. Oddly enough, it isn't a replay of Mandrake and Showtime going over...] Jolly Roger:: Arrrgh! The winner of this scurvy battle royal be... [...but rather a replay of James Nightbane going over the top rope. James Nightbane indeed sails over the rope rope...right into the waiting arms of Machine, who deposits Nightbane back onto the ring apron. Nightbane was never eliminated!] Jolly Roger:: ...James Nightbane! [The crowd goes nuts as Showtime and Mandrake look on in disbelief. Nightbane stand in the middle of the ring with a grim smile on his face as Machine climbs in and joins him.] Cliff Anderson:: Nightbane wins! I don't believe it! Next week, James Nightbane takes on Haze for the Heavyweight Championship! |
| Backstage Beatdown |
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[The AWA-Tron flickers to life and we find Bryant Dean walking outside to his car somewhere in the high school parking lot. As he shuffles between a Volvo and a Honda, he's struck across the back with a 2x4. Dean goes down in a heap as Revilation stands above him with wooden board in hand. Dean grabs the driver's side mirror to pull himself up, but Revilation drills him in the back again, sending him down to the pavement.] Revilation:: Where's your boys to help you now, Mr. SWF? [Revilation scoops Dean up off the ground and rams him back-first into the grill of the Volvo, causing Dean to fall to the ground, clutching his back in agony. Revilation lays a few more shots into Dean's back with the 2x4 before leaving him a limp mass on the pavement.] Revilation:: Can't wait 'til next week. Sweet dreams. [With that, Revilation calmly strolls off with the 2x4 resting across his shoulder. Dean lets out a few pained grunts before passing out from the pain.] Cliff Anderson:: Even though he's the head of the SWF, he doesn't deserve that. It's a well-known fact that Dean had to retire from wrestling because of his badly injured back. Revilation may have just put him in a wheelchair for good. |
| Hardcore Match: Kris Kartier vs. Donny J. McNasty | Atlantic Championship |
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6'1" 236 lbs. Extremist 7/9/0 | | 6'2" 255 lbs. Brawler 1/1/0 |
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Oxford Flanigan:: Well, it looks like Bryant Dean won't be making it out here for McNasty's match afterall. Revilation just put a workin' on him. Cliff Anderson:: And I've just received word from the back that Richard Cormier has made this match into a hardcore match. Kris Kartier and Donny J. McNasty are hardcore legends. This match for the Atlantic Championship is gonna be a bloodbath! [Kris Kartier's music hits, and he walks out from the back accompanied by Richard Cormier and Haze. Kartier enters the ring and awaits the arrival of Donny McNasty. The boos are out of control, but team Cormier seems to enjoy it. McNasty's music hits, and the place goes nuts. McNasty runs out from the back with his steering wheel in hand. The Outlawz and Showtime jog out behind him, but McNasty slides right into the ring and goes for Kartier. The fight is on!] Cliff Anderson:: The Atlantic Championship is on the line, and these two men are beating the stuffing out of one another! [McNasty begins wearing out Kartier with the steering wheel in the corner, and Kartier retreats to the outside of the ring. Showtime and the Outlawz round the ring and go after Haze and Cormier. Haze grabs a steel chair and drills Soapdish with the steel, dropping him to the ground. Edwards goes after Cormier as Showtime goes after Haze. Cormier attempts to fight back against Edwards, and catches him with an uppercut to the groin, doubling the Outlaw over. Cormier grabs the ring bell and brings it down hard across the back of the degenerates head. Haze and Showtime flop over the guardrail and begin brawling through the fans. Revilation runs out from the back and slides into the ring, catching the Nomad from behind with a clothesline!] Cliff Anderson:: This match, if you can call it that, is getting way out of hand! Revilation is in the ring, and he's working over McNasty! [Kartier slides back into the ring with his barbed-wire Singapore cane in hand, and he begins cracking it across the back of McNasty! Soapdish is up on the outside, and he drops Cormier with a boot to the stomach, followed by the Ass! The crowd erupts, but Revilation catapults himself over the top rope down onto the Outlaw. Kartier continues to work over McNasty with his kendo stick before dropping him with a piledriver in the center of the ring, followed by a cover. 1...2...kickout!] Cliff Anderson:: That was a close one! We almost had a new Atlantic Champion! [Kartier continues to work on McNasty, but McNasty mounts a comeback after stunning Kartier with an inverted atomic drop. McNasty whips Souled Out into the ropes and catches him with the Potato Planter! McNasty makes the cover. 1...2...kickout! McNasty bails out of the ring and slides back in with a steel chair. The Nomad slams it across Kartier's back three times, then covers him again. 1...2...kickout!] Oxford Flanigan:: This is absurd! This isn't even wrestling! [While McNasty is working over Kartier, the False Marquis prances out from the back. Although he's clearly not the Mad Marquis, he still pretends to be. He's ranting and raving about his ear, but Donny isn't paying any attention. The Marquis reaches the ring and begins searching for a record as the Outlawz begin pummeling Revilation on the outside. Digging under the ring, the False Marquis finds a...book? Cliff Anderson:: That looks like Haze's old book...it's probably still on sale for $34.95... [In the ring, McNasty has Kartier stunned in the center of the ring. The Nomad bounces off the ropes and goes for the Queen Killer, but Kartier ducks. The Nomad's momentum carries him to the side of the ring where the False Marquis hammers him in the head with the enlightened book. While the book doesn't quite hurt the Nomad, is does stun him, and the force causes him to stumble backwards. Kartier is waiting for him and locks in the Karta-Hajime, dragging McNasty down to the mat and wrapping his legs around him in a body scissors.] Cliff Anderson:: The Karta-Hajime! Kartier's got that choke locked in! Can McNasty fight it?! Can McNasty escape?! [The False Marquis watches on with a satisfied look on his face. McNasty fights for all he's worth and inches slowly towards the ropes. In a last ditch effort, Donny reaches out and grabs hold of the bottom rope. Unfortunately, it's a hardcore match, and there are no rope breaks. After a few seconds, McNasty's arm goes limp. Perry Daton checks on the Nomad, raising his arm once. McNasty's limp arm falls to the mat, prompting the referee to call for the bell.] Oxford Flanigan:: Team AWA comes home with the championship gold, mates! Cliff Anderson:: Right you are, Ox. Kris Kartier wins via submission, but he can thank the Marquis for the assist. Jolly Roger:: Arrgh! The winner, and NEW Atlantic Champion...Captain Kris Kartier! [Kartier eventually releases the hold, but is mugged by the Outlawz immediately afterwards. Revilation follows them in and the Insurance Policy and the Outlawz begin duking it out in the ring.] |
| All Heck Breaks Loose! |
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[As the Outlawz and the Insurance Policy are going at it, the False Marquis slithers into the ring and climbs on top of McNasty. The Marquis gazes down at him, then begins slapping him across the face repeatedly in a paintbrush motion. Suddenly, the Bastardos sprint out from the back. Once in the ring, they go right after the Outlawz!] Cliff Anderson:: The Super Bastardo Bros. have hit the ring, and they're puttin' a hurtin' on the Outlawz! [The Insurance Policy and the Bastardos work over Soapdish and Edwards as the Marquis continues abusing McNasty. Richard Cormier slowly stands on the outside of the ring, and he's got a big smile on his face. He folds his arms in front of his chest and watches as the SWF wrestlers receive a beating.] J.J. Jackson:: Wait. Hold up, dawg. Is them Bastardos wit' Cormier now? Cliff Anderson:: I don't know, J.J., but they certainly do appear to be helping him. Folks, that's all the time we've got for this week. Until next week,, I'm Cliff Anderson... [The brutality in the ring continues as Riptide fades to black.] |
