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| Location: | Arena: | Date: | Attendence: | Event Rating: |
| Greenup County High School Gymnasium | Greenup, Kentucky | 07/26/05 | 1,300 |
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| Introduction |
Voiceover:: Riptide is being brought to you by HQ Computers. Want a faster computer? Try HQ Computers. And by the Borgata Hotel Casino & Spa. Looking for a casino with class? Then visit the Borgata Hotel Casino & Spa today! And by CluckZilla Arcades. In the mood for a game of two? Give CluckZilla Arcades a shot! And now, what you’ve all been waiting for. Sit back and brace yourselves, because the Tidal Wave is here! Welcome to Riiiiiiptiiiiiiiiiiiiddde! [The disintegrating A.W.A. logo is replaced by the inside of the Greenup County High School gymnasium. The bleachers are stuffed to capacity by the Greenup County faithful, many of whom being fellow Greenup County High School students and alumni. “We Die Young” by Alice in Chains echoes throughout the gymnasium as the lights dim and the place comes alive. Cliff Anderson and Oxford Flanigan walk out, signaling the start of the show. The camera makes a quick scan of the gymnasium, which seems to be filled with more signs than usual.] Go Musketeers! Go Greenup! Mandrake = Evil Incarnated I gave Loki his dirty sanchez! Cliff Anderson:: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Riptide! We’re coming to you live from the Greenhouse here in Greenup, Kentucky. Boy, Ox, these fans sure seem awful rambunctious, wouldn’t you say? Oxford Flanigan:: Rambunctious? Try downright rude! One of those little heathens tried to spit on me on the way out here! Cliff Anderson:: Man, this place is simply electric. Listen to these people! [The crowd continues to roar as the music finally dies out. The fans are impatiently waiting for the show to begin as a particularly troublesome looking foursome hurls foul insults towards the ring technicians. Standing beside the quartet of ruffians is an older fellow garbed in a pair of beat up sneakers, black jeans, and green and gold mesh football jersey, and a blue University of Kentucky baseball cap. Suddenly, Douglas Baggins walks into camera view with a microphone in hand and he approaches the old man.] Cliff Anderson:: Folks, Douglas Baggins is standing by with one of the fans here in the Greenhouse to get a few words. Take it away, Doug. Douglas Baggins:: Thanks, Cliff. Right now, I’m standing by Greenup super fan Johnny Ballgame! [The mention of the man’s name draws an impressive response from the crowd…a mixture of boos and groans. Ballgame slowly turns and gazes around with a confused look on his face.] Douglas Baggins:: Johnny, from what I hear, you never miss a sporting event here in Greenup, and I guess the A.W.A. is no different. What is it you like about the A.W.A.? Johnny Ballgame:: I, um...I, um...I think...I think...I think Plaz is the greatest wrestler ever. [His response is met with laughter, especially from the four rowdy young men standing next to him. One of the men, the smallest of the group who happens to be holding a sign referring to Loki an something called a “dirty sanchez”, begins mocking the old man behind his back.] Douglas Baggins:: Well, well…looks like we’ve got ourselves a fan of Plaz Bastardo over here. You have anything you wanna say to Plaz? Johnny Ballgame:: You...You, um...You can...you can do it! Go Greenup!!! [The fans erupt upon hearing the mention of Greenup, and again the old man looks around confused. The young men continue to mock him. One of boys, a red-headed fellow sporting a pink boa, sneaks up behind the old man and holds up a pair of “bunny ears” behind Ballgame’s head with his fingers.] Douglas Baggins:: Well there you have it. Plaz, if you’re listening, you can do it. Any last words, Johnny? Johnny Ballgame:: I think…I think I pooped my pants! [The entire crowd goes silent, and the red-headed fellow holds his breath and slowly backs away from the super fan, sitting as far away from the old man as possible. Douglas manages a fake chuckle in an attempt to ease the awkwardness of the situation.] Douglas Baggins:: That was…interesting. Back to you, Cliff. [The fans begin cheering again as the camera pans back over to the commentating table.] Cliff Anderson:: Fans, we’ve got a great card lined up for you tonight! In a triple threat match, Josh McCool defends his title against his good friend, Rich Verboncour, and the man he took the title from, three-time W.H.R.O. Television Champion Brian Zane. That should be a great match. Oxford Flanigan:: Indeed it will be. Tonight, the S.W.F. and the A.W.A. go head to head in a series of three matches pitting the A.W.A.’s finest against those nincompoop S.W.F. dimwits. I predict that the A.W.A. dominates in grand fashion, mate. Cliff Anderson:: You know what they say, opinions are like...nevermind. Oh, and I almost forgot. Tonight, the A.W.A. has a special treat in store for all of the fans here in attendance tonight. Here on Riptide, we’ll be hosting a special appearance by one of Greenup’s very own. I don’t wanna ruin the surprise, and I’ve just received word that the Chosen have just arrived… |
| Arrival of the Chosen |
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[The camera cuts away from the ringside area to a shot in the parking lot outside of the school. There’s still a bit of sunlight in the sky as a long, white stretch limousine pulls into view. It looks out of place amongst all of the battered, beaten cars and jacked-up trucks. The limo comes to a halt at the front of the school and the chauffeur climbs out of the cab and walks around to the back of the vehicle. He opens the door, and Richard Cormier is the first to step out. He takes in a deep breath of Greenup County air, then lets out a sigh.] Richard Cormier:: Ahhhh…smells like manure…just like I remember. [Jonathan Haze is the next to exit the limo, followed by the Atlantic Champion, Kris Kartier, and his tag team partner, Revilation. The Super Bastardo Bros., Plaz and Loki, are the last to exit. All six members of the Chosen are dressed exceptionally well…except for Loki, who’s wearing a long purple jacket and a pair of pink bikini briefs. Within moments, Commissioner W. William Suhgs is there to greet them. He and Cormier have an awkward handshake before the group of men begin walking toward the front of the school.] Richard Cormier:: You know, Suhgs, I’ve brainstorming all the way over here, and I think I’ve come up with a solution to our problems. W. William Suhgs:: Excellent, boss. What do you plan on doin’? Richard Cormier:: Well, those two morons, Josh McCool and James Nightbane, hate each other, don’t they? W. William Suhgs:: Yes. Yes they do. Richard Cormier:: Then it’s really quite simple. W. William Suhgs:: I’m not sure I’m followin’ ya, boss… Richard Cormier:: It all starts with a simple proposition to that overgrown lummox, Josh McCool. I think you’ll catch on after that… [Suhgs isn’t really sure what’s going on, but he nods anyways…for Cormier’s sake. The seven men continue on towards the building, but the conversation continues as they move away from the camera.] Richard Cormier:: You know something, Suhgs, I’ve known you for several years now, and there’s still something I’ve been meaning to ask you… [Suhgs turns his head towards Cormier and waits for the question.] Richard Cormier:: What’s the first “W” in your name stand for? W. William Suhgs:: You don’t know what the “W” stands for…? Woo! [The other six men are taken aback by the Commissioner’s sudden outburst. A flock of birds up in a tree scatter because of the loud noise.] Richard Cormier:: What the h{bleep} was that for, you idiot?! You nearly gave me a heart attack! W. William Suhgs:: Hey, you asked what the “W” stood for… [There’s a brief silence before the camera returns to the ringside area, but before it does, Cormier can be heard mumbling in disbelief.] Richard Cormier:: Woo William Suhgs? |
| Standard Match: Revilation vs. 40 oz |
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 6'2" 260 lbs. Extremist 6/11/0 |  |  6’6” 240 lbs. Powerhouse 1/5/2 |
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[The camera returns to the ring, where 40 oz is already standing in the ring. A small group of fans…the four rowdy boys in the front row, to be precise…are hurling popcorn at him, but the kernels continue to fall short of the ring. Revilation makes his way out from the back, still dressed in the nice clothes that he wore during the limo ride to the arena, and enters the ring. The fans boo him, but he doesn’t even notice. He’s got one thing in mind, and that’s making an example out of 40 oz.] Cliff Anderson:: Revilation isn’t wasting any time. He’s going right to work on 40 oz. [After three minutes of severe pain and punishment, Revilation drives 40 oz to the mat with the Sacrifyce. Rather than go for the cover, Revilation lifts the alcoholic beverage off the canvas and slams him to the mat with two more Crucifix powerbombs. 40 oz is motionless as Revilation plants his foot on the man’s chest for the easy three-count. After the match has ended, Revilation lifts 40 oz off the mat and hurls him out of the ring over the top rope. The momentum sends 40 oz rolling into the steel barricade at ringside in front of the four crazy. The smallest of the group, a skinny fellow with dirty blonde hair, dumps a cup of soda on 40 oz’s body as the small group of young men begin cracking up.] Oxford Flanigan:: Revilation wins this match, and very convincingly, I might add. |
| Two Birds, One Stone |
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[The A.W.A.-Tron comes to life with a shot of Cormier kicking back in the principal’s office, which also double’s as Cormier’s office for tonight only. The crowd boos mercilessly. His feet are kicked up on the desk, and he has a look of confidence on his face. Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. Not even waiting for an answer, the door swings open.] Josh McCool:: Yeah. You wanted to see me? Richard Cormier:: Correct you are. I have a deal that you won’t be able to pass up. Josh McCool:: Well, we’ll see about that. Whatever it is, make it quick. I’ve gotta defend this belt in a few minutes. [McCool pats the W.H.R.O. Television Championship, which is resting on his massive shoulder.] Richard Cormier:: How would you like a shot at the A.W.A. Heavyweight Championship…tonight? [McCool is silent, and he raises an eyebrow. His frown gives away his suspicion.] Josh McCool:: I don’t like you, and you don’t like me. You wouldn’t just give me a shot at the Heavyweight Title out of the kindness of your hear. What’s the catch? Richard Cormier:: No, no. You see…that’s just it. I don’t like you. As a matter of fact, I hate you! But I also hate James Nightbane. And nothing would please me more than for you two to just beating the living he{bleep} out of each other! Josh McCool:: Well, I hate James Nightbane just as much as you do. And if you’re not only going to let me beat his a{bleep} in front of all these people here in Greenup… [The fans cheer at the mention of their hometown.] Josh McCool:: …but also let me win the A.W.A. Heavyweight Championship in the process…well, I’m all for it! But first things first. I’ve got a T.V. Title to defend. [McCool turns hastily to head out to his match, but Cormier’s voice halts him.] Richard Cormier:: Wellllll, there iiiiiis one small catch… [The camera fades out as McCool awaits the bad news.] |
| Standard Match: Fifteen Minute Time Limit: Brian Zane vs. Rich Verboncour | WHRO Television Championship |
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 6'2" 225 lbs. Grappler 8/4/1 | |  6’3" 245 lbs. Submission Grappler 4/4/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: Folks, I’ve just received word that Josh McCool has opted not to defend his Television Championship here tonight in favor of facing James Nightbane later on tonight for the Heavyweight Championship. As a result, the title has been vacated, and the match for the W.H.R.O. Television Championship will not be a standard match between Brian Zane and Rich Verboncour. Oxford Flanigan:: If you ask me, Mr. McCool was just frightened of the Perfect Prima Donna. Cliff Anderson:: Remember what I said about opinions? [Rich Verboncour comes out to the ring as his music blares over the speakers, accompanied by his father. The two men make their way down to the ring to a nice ovation from the crowd and await the arrival of the Perfect Prima Donna. Zane emerges from the back and receives quite the negative reaction from the fans. Despite the negativity, Zane appears smug, if not confident, on his way down to the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: It’s no secret that these two men don’t like one another. In fact, they’ve been at each other’s throats for the past month! All personal feelings aside, these two never disappoint in the ring. You won’t find finer technicians anywhere, and that’s a fact. Oxford Flanigan:: Reluctantly, I must agree with you. England produces its share of great technical grapplers, but I’d be hard-pressed to find two men with the talent that these two men possess. [Horton calls for the bell, and the match begins. Despite the hatred between the two men, they engage in a riveting display of technical mastery rather than slugging it out. There are several submission attempts by both men, but neither are weakened enough for a tap out. Ten minutes into the match and neither man has been able to score a nearfall. With only five minutes remaining, Zane attempts to weaken the One Night Stand for the Zane Vice. However, Zane makes a fatal mistake, allowing Verboncour to lock in Anesthesia! The crowd goes crazy as Verboncour reefs on Zane’s neck!] Cliff Anderson:: Verboncour has Anesthesia locked in and they’re in the center of the ring! Zane has nowhere to go! [With slightly under four minutes left to go, Zane squirms in agony to break free, but Verboncour is relentless! Having no choice, Zane raises his hand into the air to tap…but instead uses his arm to pull himself towards the ropes. The volume from the crowd begins to shake the gymnasium as the P.P.D. continues inching towards the ropes. Only inches away from the ropes, Zane looks like he’s about to pass out from the pain. In a last ditch effort to escape, Zane slides his body out from under Verboncour’s and rolls across the top of him into the center of the ring. Verboncour hangs on! The crowd is going crazy as Verboncour wrenches on Zane’s neck with all his might. Brian Zane’s body begins to go limp, but he slowly slides his body out again and rolls Verboncour onto his back. Verboncour continues to hang onto Anesthesia, but his shoulders are down, and the referee begins to count. 1…2…Rich releases the hold!] Cliff Anderson:: Simply amazing! How Brian Zane didn’t tap out, I’ll never know… [As soon Verboncour releases the hold, Zane spins around, grabs Rich’s arm, and locks in the Zane Vice! The clock has now dipped underneath the one minute mark as Zane squeezes with all his might. Verboncour begins kicking his feet and struggling to break free, but Zane has a python-like grip. The seconds wind down as Verboncour fights to the ropes to break the hold. Sensing the urgency, Zane pulls Verboncour up off the mat and whips him into the turnbuckle. Zane follows him in and hits a big clothesline, then props Rich up on the second turnbuckle. The final ten seconds begin to slip away. Zane follows him up to the second rope, hooks his arm, and executes a perfect superplex!] Cliff Anderson:: Superplex from the second rope! That should do it! [However, both men are too exhausted to move, and the time runs out with both men dazed on the canvas. Initially, the crowd boos the time limit decision, but the boos quickly turns to a round of applause for the incredible effort by both men.] Oxford Flanigan:: A draw? Then who is the Television Champion? Cliff Anderson:: Nobody. The belt remains vacant, Ox. But I must congratulate both men on a well-fought match. You won’t find better technical wrestling anywhere. Fans, don’t go anywhere. We’ve gotta take a short commercial break. |
| Commercial Break |
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[The commercial opens in a crummy little makeshift doctor’s office…no connection to the A.W.A.’s Dr. Payne. A tall, skinny man with balding head of brown hair stands in front of the camera, nervously looking from side to side. He looks like he’s got a bad case of stage fright.] Andy:: Am…am I on? Off-Camera Voice:: Yes! Andy:: Oh. Okay. My name is Andy… [The man appears puzzled, as if he can’t remember his last name. He simply stares off into space for several minutes before snapping back into reality.] Andy:: …Jonnson. And I’m not really a doctor at all. Well, how do I have this job, you must be aksi…aska…Alaska? [Andy squints, as if trying to read something just to the left of the camera.] Off-Camera Voice:: Asking! Andy:: Oh…heh…asking… Well, how do I have this job, you must be asking yourself. I was hired by a big, powerable guy with a big, gold belt. I didn’t even need a re-zoom. Off-Camera Voice:: Resume! Andy:: Oh. Resume. Anyways, he had me workin’ on them girls in no time. And now, you can too! Have you ever wondered what it would be like to see a real woman’s vagina in person? I know I did! So if you want to get to know women a little better, and are lacking in sock-al skills like me, then come on down! [Andy gives a big, enthusiastic wave, motioning for the viewers to “come on down!” Then, he just stands there are stares at a person who is standing just out of view. Suddenly, somebody snaps their fingers, and Andy nods slowly, looking back into the camera. He swallows hard before speaking again, this time in something of a jingle.] Andy:: o/` Don’t be shy, don’t be nervous. Come to Andy’s Pap smear service. o/` [Andy finished his awfully rehearsed jingle, then stares blankly into the camera as a few random people begin clapping off-camera.] |
| Not quite finished… |
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[Riptide returns to a shot of the inside of Greenup County High School somewhere in the halls. Rich Verboncour and Brian Zane are still going at it, albeit weakly. They continue fighting down the hallway until the burst through a classroom door and into a classroom.] Cliff Anderson:: Welcome back! During the break, the fight between Brian Zane and Rich Verboncour escalated! Now, they’re brawling in what looks to be a social studies room! [Sure enough, the walls in the classroom are covered with maps. Verboncour attempts to spear Zane into a row of desks, but Zane uses his momentum to throw him in a modified gutwrench suplex. Desks go flying. Suddenly, an incredibly obese woman with short, black, graying hair waddles in through the door wagging her finger at both men.] Social Studies Teacher:: What do you two think you’re doing?! Get the f{bleep} out of my classroom!!! [Both men pause in mid-punch and turn to stare at the foul-mouthed woman wearing purple stretch pants and a giant, flowery shirt. She begins marching towards both men with her arms outstretched.] Oxford Flanigan:: Swearing is not very lady-like… Cliff Anderson:: Not very lady-like? I heard that she ate her own husband! [As she approaches Verboncour and Zane, they each grab her by the back of the head and slam her face-first into the wall. She falls down on the ground and rolls around like a giant egg. Zane and Verboncour each shrug their shoulders, then continue brawling as there’s a mixed reaction from the fans around the ringside area. The men continue brawling as the shot returns to the ring. The four young hoodlums in the front row are jumping up and down with excitement. Johnny Ballgame, however, is nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had to change his britches.] |
| Tag Team Match: Glitz and Glamour vs. Willis Clayton & Grendel |
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Johnny Glitz  Bobby Glamour 461 lbs. 0/0/0 | | Willis Clayton  Grendel  562 lbs. 1/2/0 |
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Oxford Flanigan:: I can’t believe what we’ve just witnessed! Two men just manhandled a woman. An obese school teacher woman! Brian Zane and Rich Verboncour should be fined and suspended! Cliff Anderson:: On the contrary, my good man, I’ve just received word from the back that Rich Verboncour and Brian Zane will be having a rematch for the Television Championship at Symphony of Destruction! And speaking of championship, here comes Glitz and Glamour, with their stolen Tag Team Championship. [Grendel and Clayton are already in the ring as the red carpet is rolled out for the hottest new team in the A.W.A. “The It Girl” Amber Crombie is the first one out, followed by her two men, Johnny Glitz and Bobby Glamour, who each have a Tag Team Championship belt in their possession. The fans boo the new team, deeply offending the Hollywood threesome. They enter the ring to begin the contest, but not before showing off their unjustly obtained tag team gold.] Cliff Anderson:: Both of these teams caused the Professionals, the real Tag Team Champions, some grief last week. Grendel and Willis Clayton actually defeated the Professionals via countout. Then, Glitz and Glamour did a number on Payne and Stevenson in the Doctor’s Office later on that night, taking their gold in the process. [Glitz and Clayton start off the match. Glitz works over Clayton with some nice moves, then makes the tag to his beautiful partner, Bobby Glamour. Glamour continues to wear down Clayton. Glitz and Glamour show some nice teamwork in their debut match in the A.W.A., and actually finish off Willis Clayton with the Coming Attraction without even allowing Grendel into the match. Glitz pins Clayton to pick up an impressive victory. Clayton rolls to the outside of the ring as Grendel hops down off the ring apron to console him, all the while yelling at Glitz and Glamour.] Cliff Anderson:: An impressive victory by Glitz and Glamour. This Saturday, they have a shot at the Professionals for the Tag Team Champions at Symphony of Destruction. And speaking of the Professionals, here they come…! [The fans erupt as Payne and Stevenson slowly walk out from the back. The Professionals look at each other, nod, then sprint down to the ring. Amidst all of the confusion, one of the four nutty fans in the front row who is dressed all in black pours a warm cup of what one only hopes is lemonade down the back of Willis Clayton on the outside of the ring. The Professionals slide into the ring as Glitz, Glamour, and Crombie all dive out of the ring and run for the back with the Tag Team Titles in tow. The Professionals dive out of the ring and chase them to the back as the fans continue cheering.] |
| A Proposition |
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[As the Professionals run to the back, the A.W.A.-Tron comes to life, once again showing Richard Cormier lounging in the principal’s office. There’s a slight knock at the door. Cormier acknowledges the knock, and the door slowly opens. Bryant Dean pokes his head in, and the crowd goes wild. A look of fear overcomes Cormier, but he quickly masks it.] Crowd::S.W.F.! S.W.F.! S.W.F.! Richard Cormier:: What do you want? Bryant Dean:: Don’t worry, Richie, I haven’t come to beat you’re a{bleep}. Well, not now, anyways. I’m here because I have a proposition for you. [Cormier removes his feet from the desk and leans forward, ready to hear Dean’s proposition.] Bryant Dean:: This whole S.W.F./A.W.A. feud has been going on for nearly a month now, and neither of us have been able to gain an advantage over the other. Frankly, I’m tired of this meaningless fighting. You interfere in our match, we interfere in your match. Yada, yada, yada. So what I’m proposing is that tonight, we put it all on the line. The matches are already in place, I’m just waiting for you to match my ante. Richard Cormier:: And what might that ante be? [A smile spreads across Dean’s face as he approaches the desk. Cormier recoils cautiously.] Bryant Dean:: I’ll put the Southeast Wrestling Federation on the line. If you win at least two out of the three matches tonight, then I’ll close the doors on the S.W.F. once and for all. You’ll never hear from me again. Richard Cormier:: And what are you expecting me to ante? Bryant Dean:: The A.W.A.! If we lose, we’re gone. But if we win, then you sign all of your assets over to me! The Southeast Wrestling Federation takes over the Atlantic Wrestling Association’s assets, sponsorships, business deal, and territory! [The fans erupt as Cormier nearly comes unglued.] Richard Cormier:: What?! Are you out of your mind?! The S.W.F. is nothing. You are nothing! What in God’s name makes you think I’ll split the bet even with you? I’ve got millions invested in the A.W.A., and that’s far too much to put on the line against some little renegade group of inbred rednecks that operate out of that little sh{bleep}hole in Louisville! Bryant Dean:: How ‘bout this…you put partial ownership of the A.W.A. on the line. If the S.W.F. wins, then I become joint owner of the A.W.A. alongside you, and the S.W.F. along with me. We’ll split it even, right down the middle. [Cormier ponders long and hard at the proposition.] Richard Cormier:: And when we stomp you into the ground, I’ll never have to hear from you and your little two-bit band of thugs again? [Dean nods his head. Cormier thinks it over again for a few seconds.] Richard Cormier:: Deal. [Cormier extends his hand, and Dean shakes it. The crowd begins cheering. Dean yanks on Cormier’s arm, nearly dragging him across the desk.] Bryant Dean:: Welcome…to HE{bleep}! [Dean let’s go of Cormier’s hand and walks out of the room, leaving Cormier with a worried look on his face. The worry slowly transforms into a smile. Cormier picks up the telephone and punches some numbers. It rings a few times before somebody picks up on the other end.] Richard Cormier:: Yes…I’m in dire need of some insurance… |
| A.W.A. vs. S.W.F. Standard Match: Machine vs. Donny J. McNasty |
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 7’5” 432 lbs. Powerhouse 6/12/0 | |  6'2" 255 lbs. Brawler 2/2/1 |
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Cliff Anderson:: I’m still in shock of what we’ve just heard. Bryant Dean and Richard Cormier have made a deal. This match coming up, pitting Donny McNasty of the S.W.F. against the A.W.A.’s Machine, will be one of three matches that will determine the fate of the A.W.A. and the S.W.F.! It’s a best of three series, so the first faction to win two matches is victorious. If the A.W.A. wins, then the S.W.F. is gone forever! But, if Dean’s boys can pull it off, then they become half-owner of the A.W.A. and all of its assets! [McNasty is the first one out to the ring, and he receives a giant ovation from the fans, who are heavily rooting for the S.W.F. superstar. McNasty enters the ring and awaits the arrival of the Giant German. The lights go dim and out walks the massive Machine. James Nightbane is nowhere to be found as Machine makes his way down to the ring alone. Machine enters the ring, and referee Paige calls for the bell.] Cliff Anderson:: Here we go! The fate of the S.W.F. is in the hands of these two men… [Machine dominates the match early on, and continues to dominate with his massive size and strength. McNasty attempts to mount an offense on several occasions, but Machine is just too overpowering. McNasty rolls to the outside to take a breather, but Machine follows him out. The fight continues on the outside of the ring where Machine slams McNasty into the steal guardrail. Paige begins the ten-count, but Machine continues to pummel McNasty on the outside. Paige continues to count as Machine chokes McNasty on the outside. McNasty hits a low blow, but it has little effect on the big man. Machine hefts McNasty up onto his shoulder, then charges towards the steel ringpost. Just before impact, McNasty slides free and shoves the giant into the ringpost shoulder-first! Machine is stunned and McNasty rolls back into the ring under the bottom rope just before Paige reaches ten!] Cliff Anderson:: McNasty has done it! He’s outsmarted Machine! Chalk one up for team S.W.F., because McNasty is walking out of here with the victory! Oxford Flanigan:: How much pride can one man gain from a countout victory? Cliff Anderson:: Hey, a win’s a win. It doesn’t matter if it’s a pinfall or a disqualification. The only thing that matters to Dean’s boys right now is that check in the win column. Fans, we’ll be right back. We’ve gotta go to commercial. Crowd:: S.W.F.! S.W.F.! S.W.F.! |
| Commercial Break |
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["O Fortuna", a powerful, dramatic operatic recitativo accompagnato, bursts onto the scene as a montage of prominent moments from "Son of a Bitch" Josh McCool flash across the screen.] [McCool bounces off the ropes and charges with a head of steam, turning Haze inside out with the Facelift! Nightbane gazes at McCool momentarily with a confused look on his face, then drops to his knees and makes the cover as Perry Daton turns just in time to make the count. 1…2…3!] Cliff Anderson:: New champion! New champion! I can’t believe it! Nightbane is the NEW A.W.A. Heavyweight Champion! [Revilation covers McCool. Jimmy Jack Paige slides into position and makes the count. His count mirrors the final three seconds of the countdown. 1…2…kickout! Bzzzzt! The time expires as McCool gets the shoulder up at the last second! The crowd goes banana!] Cliff Anderson:: McCool’s done it! He’s survived the gauntlet! I don’t know how, but he has! [The Giant German, Machine, hunches forward, and McCool sets him up for a powerbomb. The fans begin to buzz.] Cliff Anderson:: You’re not telling me… I think McCool’s actually gonna try to W.M.D. the big man. There’s no way… [Unfortunately, McCool doesn’t even get the chance to hit the Weapon of Mass Destruction because he’s mauled from behind by Nightbane. The referee calls for the bell as Nightbane assaults McCool with a steel chair.] [As the song reaches its climax, various images of Nightbane and McCool flash on the screen, finishing with a shot of the two men at the center of the ring, staring into each other's eyes as the song hits a final, deep note. The screen goes black. Then a few white words appear on the screen:] [A loud, almost inhuman scream is emitted as several images of McCool and Nightbane tear across the screen, then all that is heard is a haunting echo amongst the pitch black.] |
| Don’t tell my heart… |
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[Riptide returns to a shot of some roadies setting up a makeshift stage in a cleared out section of the gymnasium. Amplifiers and microphone stands are set up, as well as a drum set. In fact a small group of musicians are present with guitars and other instruments.] Cliff Anderson:: This is the surprise we’ve all been waiting for. I don’t know how Richard Cormier got him here, but he did… [Tim Cormier, Richard’s younger brother, as well as time keeper, steps in to fill in for the absent Jolly Roger to perform the announcing duties.] Timothy Cormier:: Ladies and gentlemen, the A.W.A. presents to you one of Greenup County’s very own…Billy…Ray…CYRUS!!! [Cyrus emerges from the back as the gymnasium goes nuts! The band begins playing his hit single, “Achy Breaky Heart”, and he reaches the mic just in time to pick up the lyrics.] Billy Ray Cyrus:: You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone, You can tell your friends just what a fool I've been, And laugh and joke about me on the phone. o/` [The fans are cheering and dancing all the while as Cyrus gives a grand smile from the stage. He continues singing as the Greenup faithful cheer him on.] Billy Ray Cyrus:: You can tell my feet to hit the floor, Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips, They won't be reaching out for you no more. o/` [Just as Cyrus is about to hit the infamous chorus to his masterpiece single, he’s jumped by four young men and dragged to the ground. The musicians stop playing, but for some reason, the music continues to blare over the speakers as if they were. As a matter of fact, Billy’s voice continues to echo throughout the gymnasium, belting out the chorus, even though he’s clearly not singing at all. The quartet, the four wild young men from the front row, begin pummeling Cyrus as his band and the fans watch in awe. The smallest of the four young men grabs a hold of Billy’s long, flowing mullet and attempts to rip it from his head while the red-headed fellow with the pink boa and a blue ‘Pirate University’ t-shirt inflicts repeated stomps to Billy Ray’s mid-section. The man decked out in black rips off one of Billy’s cowboy boots and begins beating the country star with it. The fourth man, wearing a gray shirt that has “Rob” printed across the front, lands several consecutive punches to Billy’s groin. Upon seeing this, the fans begin cheering even louder!] Cliff Anderson:: What’s going on here?! Billy Ray Cyrus is being mugged by these four young men that, I’m being told, were former students here! Where’s security?! Oxford Flanigan:: And more importantly, how is he still singing during this merciless beating? He’s more talented than that hefty woman I had the privilege of listening to at the opera two days ago! [The musical track suddenly screeches to a halt as security rushes the stage area. About a dozen uniformed officers tackle the four Greenup County alumni and try to latch the cuffs on them. Suddenly, the brown-haired man with the “Rob” t-shirt breaks free and begins pummeling Cyrus again. The officers have no choice but to sick the Tazer on him…exactly thirteen times. After the shocking treatment, Rob’s stiff body is left twitching on the ground. He’s cuffed as well, and the four men are hauled out of the gymnasium. The quartet is given a standing ovation by the crowd as a medical team comes out to check on Cyrus, who’s curled up in the fetal position. His face looks as red as someone’s back after they’ve received a double-team spinebuster into a swimming pool…] Cliff Anderson:: Fans, I’m absolutely speechless…and I’m receiving word that our cameras have caught up with Mandrake backstage… |
| Startling Revelation |
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[We find Mandrake backstage, just about to deposit a coin into a vending machine, when Jolly Roger hobbles into view. Jolly Roger looks terrible. His right arm is in a sling, he’s walking with a noticeable limp, his right eye is horribly bruised and swollen, and the rest of his face is covered with bandages. If it weren’t for his shaggy white hair and monstrous beard, it’d be impossible to determine his identity.] Jolly Roger:: Argh! There ya be! [Mandrake lets the coin drop into the slot, then stops and turns towards Roger with a look of surprise on his face.] Mandrake:: Where have you been?! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Jolly Roger:: Why didn’t ye do it? ‘Twas the most simple of tasks, and ye couldn’t get ‘er done, could ya? Mandrake:: What are you talking about? Jolly Roger:: Aye, I thought I raise ya ta be smarter ‘an that. Yer mission was ta git rid o’ that bag o’ bones, Willy Dillinger. Ye didn’t do it, an’ now look it me! Mandrake:: How do you know about that? Jolly Roger:: How do I know ‘bout yer mission? ‘Cause I be the one that gave ya the blasted mission! Mandrake:: I dearly hope you’re not insinuating that you’re a part of that low-life group of bottom-feeders. Jolly Roger:: What? Ye hope I not be part o’ the Brethren? Is that what ye hope? Arkham, my boy, I AM the Brethren! I been raisin’ ya all these years with one purpose an’ one purpose only in mind! [Mandrake narrows his eyes as he gazes disbelievingly at the man that raised him as a son.] Jolly Roger:: What? Ye truly believed that I plucked ye from the sea? No, no, no. I plucked ye from yer family long ago. But ‘twas for the better, me thinks. Look at ye now. A handsome young devil. But there’s still the matter of yer brother that needs tendin’… [Mandrake’s eyes light up.] Mandrake:: What’d you say? Jolly Roger:: Aye…ye still haven’ figured it out yet? Willy Dillinger be yer blood brother, an’ that’s just a matter o’ fact. Mandrake:: There’s no way that son of a bi{bleep} is my brother… Jolly Roger:: Young lad, careful who you be callin’ a female mutt… Now, Willy Dillinger do be yer brother. If you don’ believe me, feast yer eyes on this. [Jolly Roger produces the ivory ship pendant that Mandrake took from Sadistic’s parents…their parents’…graves long ago. There’s an inscription on the back of the ivory, but it’s an inscription that Mandrake has already read numerous times before.] Mandrake:: William Ian Dillinger. [The pendant had been passed down from generation to generation, with the previous names being buffed out and etched over by the name of the most recent owner. Jolly Roger produces the small, wooden box that’s been haunting the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil from the first moment he saw it. Jolly Roger slowly opens the lid, revealing a second ivory pendant that appears identical to the first. Identical, that is, except for the inscription on the back. Mandrake plucks the ivory from its case and turns it in his fingers. He knows what the inscription reads even before he gazes down at the back of the pendant.] Mandrake:: Arkham McKinley Dillinger... [For the first time in memory, Arkham appears out of his element. Vulnerable, almost. He stares up at Jolly Roger through vacant eyes, and his “father” returns his stare with a warm smile.] Mandrake:: Why didn’t you tell me? Jolly Roger:: If I’d have done so, ye wouldn’t‘ve been so receptive ta our…demands, now would ye? But as I said befere, there’s still the matter o’ that Willy Dillinger. Now, ye will complete yer mission, won’t ye? We’re countin’ on ye, Arkham, my boy. I am countin’ on ye… [With that, Jolly Roger pats him on the shoulder, then turns and hobbles away. Mandrake appears on the verge of a breakdown…] |
| The Chase Continues |
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[In a fit of range, Mandrake lets fly the handful of change that he was going to deposit into the vending machine. The pair of ivory pendants follow the coins as they skip across the floor. As he does this, Johnny Glitz, Bobby Glamour, and Amber Crombie rush past him towards the exit doors. Dr. Payne and Allen Stevenson are hot on their trail. Payne follows them out the front door, but Stevenson stops short and his jaw drops.] Allen Stevenson:: Hey, mister, you don’t just throw money around like that! [Stevenson begins chastising the Crimson Demon while simultaneously jabbing a finger into his chest. After a dozen pokes to the sternum, Mandrake breaks free from his hypnotic trance and begins glaring at the little accountant.] Allen Stevenson:: The money belongs in a piggy bank! Not on the ground! Just throwing money about like that…have you lost your mind? [Mandrake’s foul mood causes him to snap. He grabs Stevenson’s finger, snapping it back. Stevenson cries out in pain as he reaches for his hand. Mandrake doesn’t let up. He headbutts the Fierce Accountant in the nose, then kicks him in the kneecap. In a matter of seconds, the Kill Devil Hills Dardevil has demolished one half of the Tag Team Champions, smashing his head through the glass portion of the vending machine. Mandrake calmly walks off leaving Stevenson a mess with his head still plunged into the vending machine. A bag of Doritos falls out of the machine. As Mandrake is leaving, he reaches down, grabs the bag, opens it, and bites into a corn chip.] Mandrake:: Yes. I have lost my mind. [The camera cuts away to the outside of the building, where Glitz and Glamour and their gorgeous valet have entered their glamorous limousine. Somewhere along the way, Dr. Payne has acquired a plastic school chair and is wielding it menacingly. The Hollywood trio pops up out of the sun roof to wave goodbye, taunting the good doctor with the Tag Team Titles as the limousine speeds off. Payne hurls the chair at the fleeing car, nearly striking Johnny Glitz. Payne curses to himself angrily as the limo drives out of view, then looks around for his tag team partner, who is nowhere to be found…] |
| A.W.A. vs. S.W.F. Standard Match: Haze vs. “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght |
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 6’3” 225 lbs. High Flyer 18/5/0 | |  6'3" 253 lbs. All-Rounder 5/9/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: Fans, I’m in a state of shock right now. So much has happened in so little time, and I’m just trying to digest what we’ve just witnessed. Arkham, better known to fans as Mandrake, just found out that his father figure, our very own Jolly Roger, was the one that’s been manipulating him all these years, trying to get him to destroy Billy Sadistic. And the kicker is that Mandrake and Billy Sadistic are actually brothers! And just a few moments ago, Mandrake took his frustration out on Allen Stevenson, one half of the Tag Team Champions! We don’t know how bad Stevenson’s injuries are, but we do know that he’s been hurt pretty bad. [“Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght is the first man out, and he’s met with a mediocre reaction by the crowd, who are still a little shocked from what they’ve just witnessed. Showtime enters the ring and awaits the arrival of his arch nemesis, three-time Heavyweight Champion Haze. Haze walks out, and the crowd regains some of their liveliness. They shower Haze with boos, but he pays them no attention. He doesn’t even attempt to be friendly with the fans, and instead turns his focus towards Wryght.] Cliff Anderson:: I’m sure we don’t need to remind you what’s at stake here. This match is extremely important, and both men know it. If Haze loses this match, then the S.W.F. are back in business. I guarantee you that Haze and Richard Cormier had a long talk discussing ring strategy before this match… [The match begins with Haze in control. Haze dominates the match from beginning to end, shutting down Showtime’s feeble attempts at offense. Haze plants Showtime with Democracy, followed by the Capital Punishment. Three seconds later and Haze has secured the victory via pinfall! The crowd lets out a wave of boos to show their disapproval.] Cliff Anderson:: That wasn’t even a challenge for Haze. What’s happened to Mikey Wryght as of late? He looks like mere shell of his former self… Oxford Flanigan:: I don’t know what’s wrong with Showtime, but I do know that the A.W.A. has evened the odds, thanks to Haze. Cliff Anderson:: Look at this. Haze isn’t finished with him yet. |
| Paint it Black |
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[Haze continues to pummel Showtime, and as he’s doing so, Mandrake sprints out from the back. The fans’ boos are amplified as Mandrake slides into the ring alongside Haze. Haze and Mandrake look at each other and nod in agreement, then begin stomping Showtime in unison. Mandrake and Haze lift Showtime off the mat, but as they do so, the lights go out. “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the P.A. system, and the crowd erupts. After the guitar into is finished, the pitch blackness is replaced by a slightly dimmer darkness. Only the figures of the three men in the ring can be made out, but something seems a little off. The figures of Mandrake and Haze are still present in the ring, but Showtime seems to have been replaced by a different figure…the figure of “The Phenom” Billy Sadistic. The Sadistic One is standing right behind the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil.] Cliff Anderson:: That’s the Phenom! That’s Billy Sadistic! He’s got Mandrake right where he wants him! [The crowd continues cheering as the flashbulbs go off all around the arena. Haze raises his finger and points past Mandrake. Mandrake slowly turns, and he’s face to face with the Phenom. Face to face with his brother. The two stand nose to nose and stare into one another’s eyes. The arena goes pitch black again, and when the lights resume, only Mandrake and Haze are standing in the ring. Mandrake scans the ringside area for a trace of the Sadistic One, but he’s nowhere to be seen.] |
| Standard Match: James Nightbane vs. Josh McCool | Heavyweight Championship |
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 6'6" 249 lbs. Mat Technician 12/9/0 | |  6’9" 287 lbs. Powerhouse 22/0/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: This night just keeps getting’ crazier and crazier by the second. Anyhow, up next we’ve got a Heavyweight Championship match. Josh McCool has made a deal with the devil and forfeited his Television Championship for a shot at his archrival James Nightbane and the A.W.A. Heavyweight Championship. Without further adieu, let’s take you to the ring. [Josh McCool is the first man out, and he receives a thunderous ovation from the Greenup crowd. The undefeated, seemingly unstoppable superstar bounds down to the ring with his younger brother and manager, Kelly McCool, at his side. McCool climbs into the ring and plays to the fans as he awaits the arrival of the champion. The lights go dark, and Nightbane makes his way out from the back dragging the Heavyweight Championship at his side. Nightbane climbs into the ring and tosses his charred championship to Mitch Horton. Horton calls for the bell, and the match begins. The crowd is on their feet.] Cliff Anderson:: The fans have been waiting for this showdown for a long, long time. Now, they’re finally gonna get it. [Nightbane and McCool lock up, and Nightbane actually holds his own against the larger, more powerful McCool. The two test their strength all around the ring, and finally, McCool takes the advantage by shoving Nightbane back into the corner. McCool works the champ over with an array of power maneuvers, followed by a handful of nearfalls. The crowd is really into the match, cheering for McCool’s ever move. Nightbane gains the advantage after a thumb to the eye, and he goes to work on the Son of a Gun.] Cliff Anderson:: Nightbane takes control now after some questionable tactics, and he’s trying to wear down McCool with a reverse chinlock. [Nightbane tries to break down the big man with a variety of submission holds, but McCool refuses to stay down. Nightbane pummels McCool all around the ring before planting him with the Full Nelson slam! Nightbane goes for the cover, but McCool kicks out. McCool starts to mount a comeback, culminating with the W.M.D.! McCool goes for the cover. 1…2…kickout! McCool pulls Nightbane to his feet, but Nightbane strikes with a low blow that’s unseen by the official. McCool falls to his knees, and Nightbane begins motioning to the back. Machine emerges from the back, followed closely by Giant Elephante.] Oxford Flanigan:: Those men are enormous! Look at the size of them… Cliff Anderson:: Things aren’t looking good for McCool. [Elephante and Machine step into the ring over the top rope as McCool slowly stands in the ring. Elephante and Machine proceed to beat the living heck out of McCool as Nightbane watches on with a crooked grin on his face. The referee calls for the bell, disqualifying Nightbane, but Nightbane simply throws the ref through the ropes.] Cliff Anderson:: Machine and Giante Elephante have just cost McCool the A.W.A. Heavyweight Championship! And now they’re laying a merciless beating on the Son of a Gun! [Having seen enough, Kelly McCool slides into the ring, but Nightbane is there to meet the youngster with a superkick! Kelly is out cold as Machine and the Giant Elephante take turns chokeslamming McCool to the mat. Nightbane and Giant Elephante shake hands before the three leave the ring. The McCool’s are left mangled in the ring as Nightbane walks off with his Heavyweight Championship still intact.] Cliff Anderson:: Fans, we’ve gotta take our last commercial break of the night. We’ll be right back. |
| Commercial Break |
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[The AWA logo scrolls across the screen followed by the HQ logo. The scene opens up to show Machine standing in front of a computer. A voiceover starts as the leather clad giant looks around to find where the voice is coming from.] Voiceover:: To show you how hip the new HQ Rotunda is, we’ve brought in the new Green Man Group. [The camera pans away from the Giant German to show the trio of bald “musicians” dressed in black outfits. Their skin is a shiny green, and they have an area of HQ computer parts strewn about. Suddenly, a techno beat starts up as the three green men bob to and fro, beating on this and slapping that to create an entrancing beat. Suddenly, Machine charges into view planting a boot into the side of one of the green man’s head. He chokeslams another man through a pile of computer parts, then Jacknife powerbombs the last remaining green man onto the cold concrete. Machine looks around at all of the computer hardware, then into the camera.] Voiceover:: Don’t mess with Machine’s HQ equipment or he’ll boot you, chokeslam you, and Jacknife powerbomb you. [Machine nods, then loads his arms with as much computer hardware as he can before walking out of view.] |
| Friends or Foes? |
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[The A.W.A. returns to a shot of Griffin Youngblood taping his fists backstage in preparation for the final match of the night. "The Nomad" Donny
J. McNasty walks into view and Griffin sees him instantly. He stands
up and looks Donny in the eye.] Donny J. McNasty:: Hey Griffin, I wanted to say hello before you go out there tonight and tell you there are no hard feelings from me to you. Griffin Youngblood:: Heh. You just wanted to say no hard feelings? Is that supposed to be an apology or something? Donny J. McNasty:: You can call it that if you want. Chill, man. Look, I know you don't like me and you know I don't like you. Griffin Youngblood:: Apologies are meaningless. Let's make this nice and clear, I don't forgive and I don't forget. A day will come when we aren't fighting a common enemy. When that day comes, be prepared for the knife in your back. Donny J. McNasty:: Look, Griffin, I deleted the nude pics of Mindy. No one has them, and they're gone for good, alright? [Griffin appears to be bubbling over with anger after the comments by McNasty.] Griffin Youngblood:: The nude what? Donny J. McNasty:: You know, nude pics of Mindy. She was posing all nice and sexy... She's a real fox, man. You're lucky to have married her. [Griffin is getting angrier and angrier with each passing second, steaming from the ears.] Donny J. McNasty:: Like I said, Griff, don't worry about it. I deleted all the nude pictures. Griffin Youngblood:: I don't know if I want you to be telling me the truth about deleting or lying about their existence in the first place. But let me just say, you'd better watch your step or you're going to find yourself in a casket next to Kris Kartier and Richard Cormier. [A smirk forms on Donny’s face.] Donny J. McNasty:: Whatever, Griff, whatever... [Donny turns and walks off camera as Griffin continues to steam. His face is beat red and flush with anger.] Griffin Youngblood:: Nobody calls me Griff...nobody... [The shot switches over to a different portion of the school where Richard Cormier is seen standing by himself.] |
| A little insurance. |
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[The camera slowly pans out away from Cormier, revealing a long corridor. As it continues to move away from Cormier, we find two motionless bodies lying at Cormier’s feet. One is the body of Nick Soapdish, and the other is of Mike Edwards. Cormier slowly folds his arms in front of his chest and smiles.] Richard Cormier:: Uh, oh. Looks like somebody fell down and had a little accident… [Cormier begins laughing.] Richard Cormier:: Griffin, what are you gonna do? Remember what happened the last time you were in a three-on-one match? I know I do. You’re carrying the S.W.F.’s hopes and dreams on your shoulders, and I think those weak, broken knees of yours are about ready to give out… [The camera returns to the inside of the gymnasium.] |
 Six-Man Tag Team Match: Super Bastardo Bros. & Kris Kartier vs. ??? & Griffin Youngblood |
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Loki Bastardo Plaz Bastardo Kris Kartier 657 lbs. | | ??? ??? Griffin Youngblood ??? lbs. |
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Cliff Anderson:: Well, folks, we’re at tonight’s main event. This night has been out of control, and that’s putting it mildly. But Griffin Youngblood must do the impossible. Thanks to Richard Cormier, he’s got to face the Super Bastardo Bros. AND the Atlantic Champion, Kris Kartier, and the S.W.F.’s future is on the line! [The Bastardos and Kris Kartier make their way out to a loud chorus of boos, but they don’t mind. They know that the odds are heavily in their favor. They enter the ring and await the arrival of their lone opponent. Griffin Youngblood makes his way out from the back, and he appears focused on the task at hand. The crowd begins cheering, trying to get behind the S.W.F.’s only hope. Griffin enters the ring and stares across the ring at his three opponents, but his gaze is cold and hard.] Cliff Anderson:: Well, unless Griffin was able to find a replacement team in the past two minutes, I think he’s gonna being going this one alone. [“All in the Suit that you Wear” by Stone Temple Pilots hits the gymnasium, and the boos are immediate. Richard Cormier comes out from the back with a cocky strut. He’s got a microphone in hand and a gleam in his eye.] Richard Cormier:: Just in case you and your little S.W.F. buddies have an crazy ideas, let me put them to rest when I tell you that no S.W.F. scum will be allowed down at ringside during this match. So Griffin, if you think your pals are gonna come bail you out this time, you’re sadly mistaken. Now, carry on with the a{bleep}kicking. [The bell rings, and Griffin is immediately jumped by all three men. They pummel him in the corner as referee Mitch Horton struggles to gain control of the match. Finally, Horton gains control and only Plaz and Griffin are left in the ring. Plaz pounds on Griffin for awhile before tagging in Loki. The younger of the Bastardo brothers continues the assault on Griffin with an unorthodox offense. After getting his licks in, he tags in Kris Kartier. Kartier takes pleasure in putting the boots to Griffin, who is hurting in a bad way. Kartier lays out Griffin with a piledriver, followed by a cover. 1…2…kickout!] Cliff Anderson:: I’m not an S.W.F. sympathizer by any means, but this isn’t fair at all! [Kartier continues the assault, but Griffin starts to fight back. The crowd starts getting into it as Griffin has Kartier dazed. Griffin locks Kartier in for the Technicality, but Kartier slips around behind him and shoves him chest-first into the turnbuckle. Griffin stumbles out of the corner, and Kartier locks in the Karta-Hajime! The fans come to their feet as Griffin struggles to escape. After ramming Kartier into the corner a few times, weakening the hold, Griffin executes a Judo throw, tossing Kartier to the mat and breaking the hold. Stunned, the Bastardos storm the ring and begin pounding away on Griffin.] Cliff Anderson:: Look at this total disregard for the rules! If they’re not careful, team A.W.A. is gonna get themselves disqualified! [Kartier is back up, and he joins in the beating on Griffin. “Damage Inc.” by Metallica blasts over the speakers, and the fans come to their feet. The crazy circus freaks, Jingles and Jigsaw, sprint out from the back as the place goes completely insane. The gymnasium is shaking from the noise as the Folk slide into the ring. Jigsaw goes after Plaz as Jingles spears Loki through the ropes!] Cliff Anderson:: The Folk are here! The Circus Folk are here!!! I guess Griffin did find himself a replacement tag team, and these fans have erupted! [Griffin begins laying into Kartier with some vicious right hands as Jingles and Loki find their way back into the ring. All six men are brawling all over the ring as Horton tries to regain some order. Horton has very little luck, and a stray right hand later and Horton is down on his hands and knees in the corner. Horton clears the cobwebs, then calls for the bell as the brawl continues.] Oxford Flanigan:: Mitch Horton has called for the bell. What’s his ruling? Timothy Cormier:: The referee has ruled this match a double disqualification! [The fans begin booing the shoddy finish as Griffin Youngblood dropkicks Kris Kartier through the ropes. Jingles tosses Plaz out of the ring by the back of the head, sending him right beside the Atlantic Champion. Jigsaw easily lifts Loki over his head and hurls him out of the ring down onto Kartier and Plaz, causing bodies to go flying!] Cliff Anderson:: The Folk and Griffin Youngblood have just cleared the ring! |
| Ramifications |
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[A fuming Richard Cormier comes out from the back as his boys retreat towards him. He’s got a microphone in hand, and he doesn’t look happy.] Richard Cormier:: Da{bleep}it! I’m sick and tired of this! I’m tired of Bryant Dean and his S.W.F. morons screwing up MY show! All of this ends this Saturday at Symphony of Destruction. Dean, here’s the challenge…you bring your five best guys, and I’m bringing mine. A ten-man elimination tag team match. The last team standing takes it all. If you win, you can have your precious half. But WHEN my A.W.A. men stomp you into the ground, it will be the last time anybody ever hears of you and your S.W.F. cronies! So you’d better get your troops ready, because at Symphony, it will be the beginning of your end. [Riptide goes off the air Cormier and his A.W.A. henchmen staring down Griffin Youngblood and the Folk while the fans go crazy in the bleachers. Fade to black.] |
