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| Atlantic Arena(The Asylum) | Norfolk, Virginia | 07/30/05 | 7,418 |  |
| Introduction |
Voiceover:: Symphony of Destruction is being brought to you by H.Q. Computers. Are you looking for the latest in computer technology? Try H.Q. Computers. And by the Borgata Hotel Casino & Spa. Are you feeling lucky? Try your luck at the Borgata Hotel Casino & Spa today! And by CluckZilla Arcades. Do you have a pocket full of quarters? Hours of fun await you at Cluckzilla Arcades! And now, what you’ve all been waiting for. Sit back and brace yourselves, because the symphony is about to begin! [The A.W.A. logo flashes across the screen. It's July 30, 2005. It's nine o'clock in the evening. It's time for Symphony of Destruction! The A.W.A. logo dissipates as the camera comes to life inside of the Asylum. Pyro shoots from the top of the steel ramp, pulling the seven thousand-plus to their feet. Megadeth’s "Symphony of Destruction" roars throughout the arena as the fans continue to cheer. Tonight is a big night for both the A.W.A. and the S.W.F., and you can feel the electricity in the air. The camera pans the arena to get a look at the rabid Norfolk fans in attendance tonight.] The S.W.F. is here to stay! Mandrake will feel the wrath of the Phenom. Amber Crombie is in for some Sweet Payne! [After taking in the sight that is the A.W.A. mob, the camera comes to a rest in front of the commentating table at ringside. Cliff Anderson and Oxford Flanigan are dressed to impress in matching black tuxedos. However, they’re accompanied by a third unidentified gentleman wearing a dark orange tuxedo with the sleeves ripped off and a crooked New York Yankees hat pressed down upon his head. He’s got a thick five o’ clock shadow, and if you were sitting beside him, like Oxford Flanigan, you’d notice the heavy stench of alcohol on his breath.] Oxford Flanigan:: My dear boy, have you been drinking? You look half-pissed. Cliff Anderson:: Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce to you the newest member of our broadcast team…Jack Deruke. Jack, welcome aboard. [Jack appears a little irritated, and when he speaks, it’s in a thick Brooklyn accent.] Jack Deruke:: Thank you very much, fruitcake. Whaddaya say we get this silly little show started, sizzlechest? Oxford Flanigan:: Looks like we’ve got a bad egg, this one. Cliff Anderson:: Fans, we have an incredible lineup for you tonight. Brian Zane and Rich Verboncour are set to go head-to-head for the W.H.R.O. Television Title, and this time there’s no time limit to get in the way. Oxford Flanigan:: Also, James Nightbane will defend his Heavyweight Championship against that lummox, Josh McCool. All mouth and no trousers, that McCool. Jack Deruke:: What’s a guy gotta do ta get a cold beer around here? I’m about ready to whack down a six-pack. Oxford Flanigan:: I think you’re already bladdered enough as it is, Jack. Cliff Anderson:: In a match that’s been brewing for nearly seven years, Mandrake and Sadistic will settle this feud once and for all here tonight in a hardcore match. That one is going to be brutal, and it’s going to be bloody. Oxford Flanigan:: And let’s not forget about the S.W.F. versus A.W.A. tag team elimination match. This one’s for all the marbles, but enough arsing about, let’s get this show on the road. Cliff Anderson:: Folks, let’s take you back to some footage recorded earlier today... |
| A McNasty Little Surprise |
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Cliff Anderson:: As most fans know, McNasty has a secret admirer. He’s been getting anonymous letters and e-mails over the past few weeks, but earlier today, this happened... [The A.W.A.-Tron comes alive to show the S.W.F.’s King of Hardcore arriving at his locker room a few hours prior to the event with his travel bag slung over his shoulder. He opens the door and heads inside, but is surprised by a giant keg of Guinness Stout wrapped in a big red bow. The keg is in a giant tub full of ice. McNasty’s jaw drops, immediately followed by his travel bag, which falls to the floor. The Nomad slowly approaches the keg, then drops to his knees and gives it a giant hug.] Donny J. McNasty:: What a night this is going to be! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you whoever you are! [McNasty bends down and begins guzzling the cold brew straight from the tap. Some of it goes into his mouth, but most of it trickles down his face to the ground. His cheeks expand as his mouth fills with the sweet nectar. The Nomad stares into the camera and swallows it down with one big gulp.] Donny J. McNasty:: Mmmmmmm…Guinness. [McNasty continues to chug the tasty tonic as the shot fades back out to the arena.] |
| The S.W.F. is in the Asylum. |
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Cliff Anderson:: Oh, boy. Guinness and McNasty equal bad news. I don’t know if he’s gonna be in any condition to compete here tonight. Jack Deruke:: Ah, that fruity little prick looks like he can hold his booze. He’ll be fine. Oxford Flanigan:: Hey, you two buggers should get along fine. Jack Deruke:: Listen to me, butt nut, you come off at me like that again and I’m gonna split yer nuts off the back of yer ass. Cliff Anderson:: Settle down, you two… Jack Deruke:: And don’t make me come down there for you, too, tough guy! Cliff Anderson:: Okay, well speaking of the S.W.F.’s King of Hardcore, the S.W.F. has arrived here at the arena. [The A.W.A.-Tron comes to life again, this time in the Asylum’s parking garage. The damage sustained at Back in Black has been repaired, although a few signs of the carnage still remain. A white stretch limousine is parked in the middle of the garage, and the chauffeur has just reached the back door, opening it for the passengers inside. Bryant Dean is the first to exit the limo, and the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. Many cheer, but there are also a good number of boos. It’s obvious that we’re not in S.W.F. country anymore.] Cliff Anderson:: Bryant Dean and his S.W.F. troops are here for what could be the most important match of their lives. [Griffin Youngblood and Mikey Wryght emerge from the vehicle, followed by the Outlawz, Mike Edwards and Nick Soapdish. The S.W.F. loyalists, sans McNasty, look all business.] Bryant Dean:: Where’s Donny? He was supposed to meet us here. Mike Edwards:: Knowing the Nomad, he’s probably drinkin’ himself silly somewhere. [Edwards and Soapdish begin laughing while simultaneously slapping a high-five. Dean glares at them with an aggravated look on his face.] Bryant Dean:: Knock it off. Tonight’s very important, and we need to find McNasty so we can discuss our gameplan. Nick Soapdish:: Chill out, Bryant. We’re cool. You know that we’re gonna take care of business Outlaw style! [The Outlawz begin laughing again, but Dean doesn’t share their humor. Suddenly, the revving of an engine can be heard, followed by the screeching of tires. A green and white Ford Bronco charges into view headed straight for team S.W.F. Dean, Wryght, and Youngblood quickly dive out of the way, but Soapdish and Edwards were too busy laughing and are caught off guard. Edwards is hit hard and ricochets off the front of the Bronco. Soapdish tries to jump out of the way at the last second, but is struck by the grill of the Ford. He flies up onto the hood and is hurled over the windshield, clearing the Bronco and landing in a heap on the concrete! The Bronco sails by, ripping the back door off of the limousine in the process. The chauffeur dives up on top of the limo to get out of its warpath. The Bronco speeds up the ramp heading out of the arena, not even bothering to stop for traffic.] Cliff Anderson:: My God! The Outlawz are hurt, and they’re hurt bad! Jack Deruke:: Jesus… [Dean, Showtime, and Griffin all stand at once and find their fallen comrades sprawled out on the concrete. They rush over to the Outlawz immediately to check on them.] Bryant Dean:: HELP!!! We need some help in here! Help! [Seconds later a few arena workers sprint into view. Catching a glimpse of the carnage, the two young men stop in their tracks. Dean looks up at the two young men while simultaneously checking Soapdish’s pulse.] Bryant Dean:: I need you to call an ambulance! They’ve been hit by a car and they need medical attention. Call an ambulance. [Both of the young men just stand there in shock.] Bryant Dean:: Go! Run! [Dean’s booming commands snap them back into reality as they run off in the opposite direction in search of a telephone. Griffin, Wryght, and Dean continue to do what they can for their fallen pals as the scene fades back into the arena.] |
| Standard Match: The Mad Marquis vs. The False Marquis |
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 The Mad Marquis  5’11" 199 lbs. Extremist 1/1/0 |  |  The False Marquis  6'2" 268 lbs. Brawler 0/3/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: Who would have done that? The Outlawz may have been seriously injured. Paramedics are on their way as we speak. Jack Deruke:: More importantly, my good buddy, the False Marquis, is in the ring, and he’s lookin’ to beat someone’s ass. Me and the Marquis go way back. We used to sell stones together. Oxford Flanigan:: Stones? What kind of stones? Jack Deruke:: Kidney. Whaddaya mean what kinda stones? Diamonds, baby! Cliff Anderson:: I hope the Outlawz aren’t too seriously injured. That was a nasty spill they took… Jack Deruke:: Who’s this crazy fruit that my boy is gonna be beatin’? Oxford Flanigan:: Fruit? The Mad Marquis is no slouch, my good man. He’s liable to beat seven shades of shite out of your boy. Jack Deruke:: We’ll see, liver lips. [The False Marquis is already in the ring, and his stubbly five o’ clock shadow protrudes through his thick layer of makeup powder. Several of the fans are laughing at the overweight aristocrat as he dances around the ring with the grace of a three-toed sloth, throwing sloppy punches here and there to keep himself warm. Suddenly, Sounds of the Circus Shore Concert Band’s “Gladiator” starts up, and all attention is turned towards the entrance ramp. Moments later, the Mad Marquis stumbles out from the back with his head encased in that black leather mask. Some of the fans cheer the return of the madman, but many boo his eccentricity.] Cliff Anderson:: Oh, God. He’s really back. The Mad Marquis has returned from the insane asylum over in France. Oxford Flanigan:: And how ironic that he left the asylum in France, but only to return to the Asylum here in Norfolk. However, he is an aristocrat, and he should be treated with respect. [The Marquis looks oddly out of place without his mad procession of slaves and whipping boys…but then again, the Mad One would probably look out of place anywhere. His madness is even visible in the manner with which he walks. Gracefully entering the ring, the Mad Marquis stares across the ring at his cheap imitation. Despite the mask that hides his face, it’s obvious that the Marquis is quite displeased.] Cliff Anderson:: The Mad Marquis is back. Let the insanity begin. Jack Deruke:: What’s with that silly little mask? Did somebody fire some hot clam chowder all over the face? [Jimmy Jack Paige, the referee assigned to this match, calls for the bell. The False Marquis tries to circle around the Mad Marquis, but the Mad Marquis simply walks to the center of the ring and slowly lowers himself to the mat. Laying spread eagle on his back, the Mad Marquis invites the False Marquis to pin him, literally, with open arms. The imposter looks confused at first, but then cautiously approaches his foe. The False Marquis drops to his knees and covers the Mad Marquis. Paige, who also appears to be confused, makes the count. 1…2…3!] Cliff Anderson:: What kind of match was that? [The fans show their disapproval by showering boos down onto the men in the ring. The False Marquis, on the other hand, is ecstatic! He quickly runs to the ropes with his fists thrust into the air. He climbs up onto the second turnbuckle in his finest moment of ecstasy and raises his arms in celebration. The fans boo, and the False Marquis loses his balance, tumbling head-over-heels out of the ring. He hits the ring apron awkwardly before landing on the padded area outside the ring like a pile of manure.] Cliff Anderson:: Well…I guess, uh, congratulations to the False Marquis for his first big win here in the A.W.A. |
| Mad!!! |
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[The crowd is still laughing at the False Marquis who is lying motionless on ground when the Mad Marquis grabs a microphone.] The Mad Marquis:: Ah, yes. The Marquis de Fistopholes has returned. Ha ha! What a grand return to this incestuous pit of fiends, I’ve managed to lose to the False Marquis. And although he is of a scum far worse than that of the sniveling proletariat, I am of a seed far worse. For I have been defeated by the biggest fool in all of the A.W.A. [The Mad Marquis steps around the ring in such a manner that he appears to be lounging on his feet. His eyes peer at the fans from behind his black leather mask, and his lips are most likely twisted into a sneer of disgust.] The Mad Marquis:: And now that I’ve been humbly defeated by that swine, I must suffer for my actions. Thus, I have been reborn! Much like the second coming of the Christ, you are witnessing the second coming of the Marquis de Fistopholes! [The blasphemous talk of the Marquis has earned him the ire of the entire arena. The Marquis couldn’t be happier.] The Mad Marquis:: And now, I have a piece of art I’d like to share with you. It’s beautiful, in an ugly sort of way. I’ve put a lot of blood and sweat into this masterpiece, and I’d be overjoyed and full of glee if you’d share in this special moment with me… [The Marquis places the microphone in his armpit and sets his nimble fingers to work on the black mask, leaving the fans to wait in anticipation. Finally, the Marquis has undone his mask. Removing the black leather mask like an artist would remove a sheet when unveiling a prized painting, the Marquis presents his face to the audience with a giant grin on his face.] Cliff Anderson:: Oh…my…God! [Jack Deruke is speechless. Oxford is too busy relieving his stomach of the fish and chips he’d eaten early today for lunch. Many of the fans turn away, while others follow Oxford’s lead. And still there are some who just stare, their gaping mouths wide open. The Marquis’ face has been mutilated by razor blades in the most horrifying manner. His missing ears pale in comparison to the twisted artwork that has been inflicted upon his face.] The Mad Marquis:: Well…I know I’m no Picasso…but do you like it? [Rather than boos, the Marquis is met with silence. His lips quiver between anger and happiness.] The Mad Marquis:: Ha ha! Daddy! Oh, my dear sweet Richard! Your nasty little toy has returned, and he’s in desperate need of daddy’s discipline. Ha ha! Richard, my true love…I’ll make everything better. [With that, the mutilated Marquis drops the microphone in the middle of the ring and gives a low, sweeping bow before exiting the ring. He walks lazily up the ramp and through the entrance leaving the fans speechless.] Cliff Anderson:: That man is an absolute horror of a human being. |
| Preparations |
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[The camera cuts away from the silenced crowd to a shot of Josh McCool and his younger brother, Kelly, standing in the backstage area. The sight of the Son of a Bitch rouses a little bit of life out of the crowd. Kelly McCool is attempting to prepare his older brother for his Heavyweight Championship match later on tonight.] Josh McCool:: Okay, let’s do this. I want you to hit me in the face. [The younger McCool hesitates, not sure if this is some kind of test.] Josh McCool:: And no love taps. I want to hear it! [Finally the younger McCool swings around and with an open palm, slaps his older brother right across the face. The shot is heard up and down the hallway as the Son of a Bitch staggers from the shot.] Josh McCool:: What the hell was that about, ya little sh*t? [The younger McCool is at a loss for words.] Josh McCool:: Ah, nevermind! Now, are you ready for this match? Do you think you’re up for it? [Kelly nods his head up and down. Then, he winks at his older brother. Josh eyes him suspiciously, then takes a step back.] Josh McCool:: Anywho…I have to go talk to somebody. Make sure you’re ready for the match. Kelly McCool:: Oh, I’ll be ready. More ready than you know… [The Son of a Bitch casts another cagey glance at his little brother before walking away.] |
| Injury Update |
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[The shot switches back to the parking garage, where the door to the ambulance slams shut. The sirens ring out as the ambulance drives out of the parking garage. Bryant Dean, Mikey Wryght, and Griffin Youngblood look troubled, and justifiably so.] Bryant Dean:: Dammit! Without the Outlawz, we’re screwed! Sh*t! ”Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght:: Look, we’ll figure something out. But right now, I have to go take care of something. I’ll meet up with you at the dressing room. Bryant Dean:: Okay. Griffin, let’s go find Donny. Griffin Youngblood:: Yeah. Let’s go find Donny. [Showtime parts ways with his two stablemates, prompting the camera to return to the ringside area.] Cliff Anderson:: The Outlawz have been hospitalized, leaving the S.W.F. two men short for the ten-man tag team match later on in the night. Things aren’t looking good for Bryant Dean right now. |
| Atlantic Championship #1 Contender Battle Royal: Donny J. McNasty, Willis Clayton, Machine, Grendel, 40 oz, Rosco Pico Train |
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[Machine, 40 oz, Grendel, Willis Clayton, and Rosco Pico Train are already in the ring, awaiting the arrival of the final participant in tonight’s battle royal, Donny J. McNasty.] Cliff Anderson:: Folks, we’ve just been informed that Giant Elephante has been pulled out of this match at the last minute due to a payment misunderstanding between Senior Sancho and Richard Cormier. It will now be a six-man battle royal with a shot at the Atlantic Championship on the line. [“Praise” by Sevendust hits, and out stumbles the self-proclaimed King of Hardcore, Donny J. McNasty. The Nomad looks to be slightly intoxicated, and his “God Kill the Queen” t-shirt is completely saturated with what one could only assume is Guinness Stout. He thrusts his steering wheel into the air, and S.W.F. or not, the fans love him. McNasty trots down to the ring to the cheers of the fans and slides into the ring. Upon entering the ring, he’s immediately set upon by Grendel, Willis Clayton, and Rosco Pico Train.] Oxford Flanigan:: McNasty is smashed! That blithering idiot! Cliff Anderson:: You’ve obviously never seen McNasty W.U.I. Oxford Flanigan:: W.U.I.? Cliff Anderson:: Wrestling Under the Influence! [Speaking of wrestling under the influence, McNasty begins taking his cherished steering wheel to the trio of curtain jerkers while Machine wears out 40 oz in the corner on the opposite side of the ring. McNasty drops the steering wheel, grabs Rosco by the back of the head, and tosses him over the top rope. The crowd begins cheering for the Nomad. Clayton charges McNasty, but the King of Hardcore drives him to the mat with the Potato Planter! Grendel makes a move towards McNasty, but the Nomad backdrops him over the top rope to the floor! The crowd is really getting into the contest.] Cliff Anderson:: McNasty has eliminated two of the six competitors in this match. We’re down to four men. Jack Deruke:: Yeah, and it looks like that little McNasty bastard is runnin’ out of gas. Maybe he needs to get a few more beers in that brat. [Deruke slides open the lid of a little cooler he has at ringside and produces a six-pack of Keystones. Jack tosses one of the brews into the ring, and McNasty catches it. Popping the top, Donny chugs down the beer, and his energy quickly returns. The fans begin laughing as the Nomad puffs out his chest and goes to work on Willis Clayton.] Cliff Anderson:: Well, it’s no Guinness, but I guess it’ll suffice. [Machine chokeslams 40 oz while McNasty levels Clayton with the Queen Killer. McNasty hefts Willis up onto his shoulders and deposits him over the top rope to the floor. Machine scrapes the alcoholic beverage, 40 oz, up off the mat, and Irish whips him into the ropes.] Cliff Anderson:: It’s become apparent to me that McNasty uses beer like Popeye uses spinach. But I was wondering, if he really is alcohol fueled, why doesn’t he just pop open 40 oz and guzzle him down? [40 oz rebounds off the ropes and McNasty stumbles into the center of the ring to catch him with the Final Destination. McNasty regains his footing, pulls 40 oz to his feet, and throws him out of the ring. He turns and stares at Machine. The Giant German returns his stare.] Cliff Anderson:: How many Machines do you think McNasty sees right now? Oxford Flanigan:: I couldn’t say. Just one Machine would be enough to make my shite my trousers. [The fans begin to cheer as McNasty begins to circle the big man. In an impromptu rematch from last week’s Riptide, McNasty and Machine go at it once again. McNasty charges Machine, pounding him with hard-hitting rights and lefts. McNasty backs Machine into the corner and continues to wail away on him, but the blows seem to have little effect on the big man. Eventually, McNasty punches himself out, and Machine takes full advantage, beating the intoxicated McNasty all around the ring. Machine plants McNasty in the middle of the ring with the Goozle, then peels him up off the mat and tosses him over the top rope!] Cliff Anderson:: Somehow, McNasty held on! [McNasty falls to the ring apron as Machine walks back to the center of the ring. The fans begin cheering, causing a curious Machine to turn around. He spots McNasty, who is slowly standing on the ring apron, and goes after him again. Machine swings with a giant double-axe handle, but McNasty leans out of the way, then locks a guillotine choke around the massive neck of Machine! The fans begin to cheer as McNasty intertwines his legs in through the ropes and wrenches with all his might, trying to rip Machine out of the ring over the top rope.] Cliff Anderson:: McNasty’s got Machine in a choke, and he’s trying to pull Machine over the top rope! I don’t know if he’s got enough energy left. Machine might be too powerful for him. [McNasty continues to choke Machine while simultaneously yanking him out of the ring. The struggle continues for several minutes before McNasty is able to pull Machine over the top rope. Machine tumbles to the arena floor as McNasty hangs upside down, his legs still tangled in the ropes. He raises his arms…uh…down in the air victoriously while still hanging upside down as the fans go crazy!] Oxford Flanigan:: I can’t believe that idiotic S.W.F. boozehound defeated Machine again. Look at him! He’s half-pissed and drooling everywhere! [“Praise” by Sevendust starts up again, and sure enough, McNasty is drooling all over the place in a drunken stupor. But he doesn’t care. He’s drunk, and he’s got a shot at the Atlantic Championship! Life couldn’t be better. But…it could be worse…] |
| Helpless |
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[…much worse.] Cliff Anderson:: Oh, no. Here comes the Mad Marquis, mutilated face and all… [The Mad Marquis prances down to the ring and works his way around to where McNasty is still hanging helplessly. The Marquis looks at McNasty, then puts a finger to his twisted lips in thought. The fans begin to boo as the Marquis grabs a chair from timekeeper Timothy Cormier. Folding the chair up, he measures McNasty. McNasty notices the Marquis and begins struggling to free himself. It’s no use.] Cliff Anderson:: No! [The Marquis winds up and slams the chair down into the face of McNasty. The Nomad’s body goes limp as the Marquis drops the chair and admires his handiwork. The boos are deafening as the Marquis raises his hands into the air and begins clapping them together, mocking the crowd while making exaggerated facial expressions. The crowd boos the Marquis all the way back to the locker room as medical personnel come out from the back to check on the Nomad.] Cliff Anderson:: Cormier needs to do something about that nut. He’s lost it. |
| You’ve got another thing comin’… |
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[The camera cuts to the backstage area where we find Brian Zane stretching in his locker room. He’s really giving his groin area a good stretch when A.W.A. reporter Reece Williams walks into view, looking beautiful as always. Zane notices her and greets her with a grin.] Reece Williams:: Brian Zane, in just a moment you'll be facing Rich Verboncour once again for the vacant W.H.R.O. Television Title. What are your thoughts on facing Verboncour tonight? Brian Zane:: What can I say that I haven't already repeated dozens of times about him? The guy's nowhere near my level! What's the closest he's come to beating me? What was it, over a month ago, where he had me in a submission for a day and a half or something, and he couldn't get me to tap within the time limit? That's about as close as he'll ever get to beating me, or as close as he'll get to holding MY title. Still, it's a shame...for as good a wrestler as he is, he could be so much more...if only-- [Suddenly, Jerry Verboncour barges into the locker room. Zane and Williams are both startled by the intrusion. Williams finds herself standing between the two, which has her looking worried.] Brian Zane:: What the hell do you want, old man? Jerry Verboncour:: You know damn well what Jerry wants! Jerry has been seeing your little promos, with your fancy cars and your bat-poles and your girly coffees! He's tired of hearing you babble on and on about how all Rich needs to do is leave Jerry. Well let Jerry tell you something, there is no way in hell that you're going to get inside Rich's head, do you understand?! Jerry’s going to be by Rich's side tonight, and he's going to give you the ass beating that you know you’ve got coming for the Television Title! Woo! [Jerry looks insane as he begins knocking on his Army helmet. Zane, on the other hand, looks perturbed. Jerry turns an about-face and storms out of the room.] Brian Zane:: Woo? As in Woo William Suhgs? Oh, well. What the hell does he know? [Zane snaps his head from side to side to stretch his neck, then grabs his purple robe and walks out of the locker room, leaving Reece Williams alone with her microphone.] |
| A Sadistic interview? |
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[The shot switches to a camera outside of Billy Sadistic’s locker room. The name on the door produces a wave of cheers from the fans. Suddenly, Josh McCool walks into view and knocks on the door, bringing another wave of cheers. There is no answer, so McCool knocks again while waiting impatiently. McCool is soon joined by “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght, causing yet more cheers.] Cliff Anderson:: What’s this all about? ”Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght:: What’re you doin’ here? [McCool turns and looks at Showtime.] Josh McCool:: I was just about to ask you the same thing. ”Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght:: Look, I’m just here to let Billy know that I’ve got his back out there tonight. I know that Mandrake is gonna try to do something drastic out there, and I’m gonna make sure that he doesn’t have the chance. [A smile slowly forms on McCool’s face.] Josh McCool:: Looks like we’ve got a mutual friend…and a common enemy. [Wryght slowly extends his hand and offers it to McCool. McCool looks at it for a second, then shakes it as the fans cheer. Wryght turns to leave, but McCool pulls him back by the hand.] Josh McCool:: But don’t think for a second that this makes us friends. ”Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght:: Oh, I don’t. If you beat Nightbane tonight, I’m gonna be the first one coming for you. That’s a promise. [They release hands and walk off in opposite directions, leaving only Sadistic’s door in the picture. The shot switches back over to the ringside area.] |
| Standard Match: Brian Zane vs. Rich Verboncour | W.H.R.O. Television Championship |
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 Brian Zane  6’2" 225 lbs. Grappler 8/4/2 | |  Rich Verboncour  6'3" 245 lbs. Submission Grappler 4/4/1 |
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Cliff Anderson:: I’ve been looking forward to this match for quite some time. Finally, these two great athletes will be able to go all out without having to worry about a timer. Oxford Flanigan:: These two chaps are both tremendous competitors, and are both well-versed in technical grappling as well as submissions. Jack Deruke:: I don’t wanna see a bunch of stupid holds. I was see one of these little f*ckers beat the hell out the other little f*cker. Oxford Flanigan:: You’re obviously not appreciative of the finer points of wrestling. Jack Deruke:: Don’t sass me! [“I Believe in a Thing Called Love” by The Darkness hits, and out walks the three-time W.H.R.O. Television Champion, Brian Zane, all wrapped up in his purple robe. Purple lights shower down upon the Perfect Prima Donna as he makes his way down to the ring. He has a smug look on his face as he slowly spins around, allowing all of the fans to get a good look at perfection personified.] Jack Deruke:: He sure is an arrogant little bastard, isn’t he? Oxford Flanigan:: He’s a great technical wrestler. That’s what he is. Jack Deruke:: Look, jackass, if you sass me one more time, I’m gonna make you eat yer f*ckin’ shoe. [Oxford swallows hard and keeps his mouth shut as “Girls, Girls, Girls” by Mötley Crüe starts up. The fans come to their feet as Rich Verboncour runs out from the back and heads straight for the ring. His father, Jerry, jogs out behind him, but Rich has already hit the ring. The fans are already on their feet as Rich goes right for Zane, not even allowing him to take his robe off. While Zane is tangled up in the sleeves of his purple robe, Rich beats him senseless, knocking him to the outside of the ring. The fans cheer as Zane rips off his robe and throws it against the guardrail, obviously upset.] Cliff Anderson:: Rich came to fight. Jack Deruke:: Yeah, baby! That’s what I came to see. [Mitch Horton starts the match as Zane slides back into the ring with an irritated look on his kisser. The two men circle each other before locking up in the center of the ring. Zane scores with a go-behind, but Rich reverses and takes Zane to the mat, locking in a rear chinlock. Zane slips out the backdoor, locking Verboncour in a hammerlock. The One Night stand pats his shoulder a few times before running towards the ropes. Verboncour drops to his stomach, allowing Zane’s momentum to carry him through the ropes and out of the ring. The fans applaud as Zane angrily slaps the ring apron on the outside of the ring. Verboncour holds the ropes open, inviting Zane back into the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: Rich Verboncour is really flustering the Perfect Prima Donna here early on. [Zane motions for Verboncour to back off, then enters the ring on his own terms. They circle and lock up again. Zane grabs Verboncour’s arm and executes a full armdrag and twist, but Rich counters with one of his own. Zane somersaults forwards, then front handsprings forwards with his free hand and reverses the move with such authority that Verboncour is flipped over onto his back. Zane quickly locks in a cross-arm breaker in an attempt to get a quick submission. Verboncour rolls towards Zane, stacking the P.P.D. up on his shoulders in a pinning predicament. 1…2…Zane releases the hold and kicks free. Both men stand ready to fight as the crowd gives them a standing ovation.] Cliff Anderson:: These are two of the best technical wrestlers that you’ll ever see. The only man that matches them in technical ability, in my opinion, is the A.W.A. Heavyweight Champion, James Nightbane. [They go to lock up again, but Zane drop toeholds Verboncour to the mat. Zane slides across Verboncour’s body and clamps on a side headlock. Zane wrenches on the hold for awhile, but Rich is able to regain his vertical base. Zane continues to squeeze Verboncour in the standing side headlock. Rich tries to shoot Brian off into the ropes, but the Z-Man hangs on tight, dragging Verboncour back down to the mat. The fans begin getting behind Verboncour, and once again the One Night Stand is back on his feet. Rich tries to shoot Zane into the ropes, but again Zane puts on the brakes. This time, Rich is prepared, and he lifts Zane into the air for a high-angle side belly-to-back suplex, dropping him hard on the back of his neck. Somehow, Zane still manages to hang on to the headlock!] Oxford Flanigan:: Zane just won’t let up on that side headlock. Jack Deruke:: What a little sissy… [Zane continues to crush Verboncour in the side headlock. Verboncour wraps his arms around Zane and rolls the P.P.D. over onto his back. 1…2…kickout! Zane rolls back into a seated position, still clamping down on the hold. Verboncour fights his way back up to his feet and lifts Zane into the air, dropping down hard on his knee with an atomic drop! Zane loses his grip on the headlock, but this time it is Verboncour who won’t let go. Rich lifts him into the air again, but this time sets him up on the top rope. Verboncour grabs him by the hair, yanking him backwards. Zane is caught in the precarious Tree of Woe, hanging upside down with his boot caught underneath the turnbuckle. The fans begin cheering loudly.] Cliff Anderson:: It’s free pickin’s on Brian Zane… [Verboncour walks to the opposite corner, then points at Brian Zane. The crowd cheers loudly. Verboncour raises his elbow and points to it, giving the crowd an impromptu poll. The crowd doesn’t give much of a reaction. He raises his knee and points to it. Still little reaction. He raises his boot and points to it, and the place begins cheering again. Verboncour nods his head, then sprints across the ring for a missile dropkick to the face. But Zane has enough time to perform an inverted sit-up, barely dodging the dropkick. Verboncour slides underneath the bottom rope, crotching himself on the ringpost. The fans let out a collective groan as Verboncour cups his privates. Zane frees himself from the Tree of Woe, turns, and stands on the second turnbuckle. Measuring Rich, Zane drops a knee on the back of Verboncour’s head. Zane pulls Verboncour away from the ropes and goes for the cover.] Oxford Flanigan:: Look at the experience of Zane coming into play here. He has enough presence of mind to get Verboncour away from the ropes to prevent the ropebreak. [1…2…kickout! The fans begin cheering as Zane pulls Verboncour to his feet. The Perfect Prima Donna hits an inverted atomic drop, then hits the ropes. Zane charges the One Night Stand with a running lariat, but Verboncour catches Zane’s arm and drives him to the mat, locking in Anesthesia! The fans go crazy! Zane has his hand in between Rich’s hands, preventing him from fully locking in the hold. Zane struggles towards the ropes, and after several minutes, he’s able to reach the bottom rope. Verboncour reluctantly releases the hold, and Zane rolls outside for a breather…] Cliff Anderson:: That was a close one. Now, Zane is outside the ring regaining his composure. [Jerry Verboncour heads around the ring, grabs Zane by the hair and the tights, and rolls him back into the ring! The crowd cheers as Jerry dusts his hands off. Zane is immediately on his feet, and he spins around to yell at Jerry. Rich takes advantage and nails Zane with a standing dropkick, sending Zane chest-first into the ropes. Zane bounces off the ropes backwards, right into the waiting arms of Rich Verboncour. The One Night Stand pops his hips and takes Zane over with a bridging German suplex. 1…2…kickout!] Cliff Anderson:: Zane barely gets the shoulder up. This match is beginning to take its toll on both men. They’re starting to look a little lethargic. [Verboncour hooks Zane from behind for another German suplex, but Zane connects with a low blow that goes undetected by the referee. Rich falls to the mat, and Zane grabs his leg, setting him up for the figure four leglock. In mid-spin, Rich plants a boot in Zane’s behind that sends him through the ropes to the ring apron. Zane stands as Rich tries to recover from the low blow. Zane spies Jerry out of the corner of his eye, and rather than go after Rich, he turns his attention to Jerry, nailing him with a lariat off the ring apron. The crowd begins to boo as Zane lifts Jerry off the ground and hurls him over the guardrail into the front row. Rich sees this happening and comes towards the ropes.] Oxford Flanigan:: That’s what the old coot gets for sticking his nose in where it’s not wanted. [Zane climbs back up on the ring apron and Rich is waiting with a big right hook. Zane blocks the punch, then buries his shoulder into Rich’s abdomen, doubling him over. The P.P.D. slingshots himself over the ropes, sliding down Rich’s back into a sunset flip. The One Night Stand falls to the mat, and Zane slides his legs out, opting to place them on the second rope for added leverage. The referee, however, does not see this as he counts the pinfall. 1…2…3! The boos are loud and immediate as Zane quickly rolls out of the ring following the three-count.] Cliff Anderson:: Brian Zane has just stolen this match! He had to cheat to defeat Rich Verboncour! Timothy Cormier:: The winner of this match…and NEW W.H.R.O. Television Champion…Brian Zaaaaaaaaaane! [“I Believe in a Thing Called Love” by The Darkness starts back up as Zane shoulders his newly regained belt and heads to the back. Verboncour stares at him angrily from inside the ring as Jerry makes his way back over the guardrail and into the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: The curse continues. Rich Verboncour has yet to defeat Brian Zane. Someway, somehow, the Perfect Prima Donna always finds a way to get the job done…be it by legal means or not. |
| No accountant? |
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[The A.W.A.-Tron flickers to life showing Dr. Payne and Allen Stevenson in the medical trainer’s room. Stevenson is still banged up from the beating he received at the hands of Mandrake last week, as the bandages clearly show. The trainer returns with a clipboard that looks to contain a series of test results.] Trainer:: Look, I’m sorry, but there’s no way I can clear you to wrestle. You shouldn’t even be up walking. Your knee wasn’t nearly broken, your finger was broken, and even the weakest of punches would be more than enough to open up one of those nasty gashes on your face. There’s no way that I, in good conscience, can allow you to wrestle tonight. Allen Stevenson:: No, you don’t understand! If I don’t wrestle tonight, then the Professionals forfeit the Tag Team Titles! And I can’t, in good conscience, allow that! So what is it you need? A waiver? Money? Whatever it is, we’ll… [Payne silences the Fierce Accountant with a hand on his shoulder.] Dr. Payne:: Allen, just sit tight. These two Hollywood-sized genital warts are no match for one half of the Professionals, let alone both of us. You need to get some rest and heal up for when I really need you. I’ll be back in a few minutes, and I’ll be bringing the belts back with me. [The good doctor walks out of view, leaving Stevenson alone with the trainer. Behind the bandages, and angry frown can be made out.] |
| Best of Three Series: Match One: Collegiate Match: James Nightbane vs. Josh McCool | Heavyweight Championship |
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 James Nightbane  6'6" 249 lbs. Mat Technician 12/10/0 | |  Josh McCool  6'9" 287 lbs. Powerhouse 23/0/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: Well, fans, it’s time for match one of this three-part series between James Nightbane and Josh McCool for the A.W.A. Heavyweight Championship. Jack Deruke:: I used to wrestle back in high school. I was the best. I could wrestle circles around anybody you got here. And there was no problem with the bench work, either, Charlie. Let me tell you, baby, I was benchin’ at least three-fifty. Cliff Anderson:: I don’t know what that has to do with anything, but I think it’s time that I explain the rules for this match. This isn’t your average standard match. This match will be scored just like a high school wrestling match. There will be three two-minute rounds, followed by a one-minute overtime round, if needed. And if the match isn’t settled in overtime, then it will go to a sudden death thirty second double-overtime. A takedown is worth two points. An escape is worth one point. A reversal is worth two points. A nearfall can be worth either two or three points, depending on the length of the nearfall. The match can end via pinfall, in which one man’s shoulder blades are held to the mat for one second. It can also end via the fifteen point rule, in which one man is beating the other by fifteen points or more. It can also end by disqualification on rare circumstances. Oxford Flanigan:: Richard Cormier has a full wrestling mat set up in the Atlantic Arena’s gymnasium, and both men are standing by now, ready to hit the mat. [The Atlantic Arena’s gym appears on the A.W.A.-Tron, with both Nightbane and McCool standing on opposite sides of the circle. Referee Jimmy Jack Paige has just finished briefing both men on the rules. Nightbane and McCool are both wearing headgear and wrestling singlets, revealing Nightbane’s pasty white legs. Nightbane’s long black hair is pulled up under a latex cap, making him look ridiculous. He doesn’t seem to care, though. Both men step on their respective lines and shake hands. A sharp blow from the whistle starts the match, and a timer appears down in the right hand corner of the screen counting down from two minutes.] Cliff Anderson:: The Heavyweight Title match is underway. [Nightbane begins badgering McCool’s head, jerking it this way and that in an attempt to get him off balance. McCool continues to move towards Nightbane, but Nightbane shuffles around him, not letting the big man get too close. Nightbane goes to lock up with McCool, and the Son of a Bitch obliges. But instead of locking up, Nightbane shoots underneath him and takes his opponent down with a double-leg takedown, moving around to his back for the takedown.] Oxford Flanigan:: A textbook takedown by Nightbane, and he leads two-to-nothing. [McCool struggles to break free, performing several shoulder rolls to shake Nightbane, but Nightbane is persistent. McCool continues trying to roll, but Nightbane is ready for it this time, and rather than float around behind him, he waits for McCool to lower his head. When he does, Nightbane locks in an inverted front chancery, hooks one of McCool’s arms, and drags him down to the mat in a pinning predicament. The fans in the arena begin cheering for McCool as the referee swipes his hand beneath McCool’s right shoulder blade, counting off the nearfall points. Just as Nightbane is about to secure the victory, the buzzer sounds, indicating the end of the first round.] Cliff Anderson:: That round was all James Nightbane. There’s no doubt about it. Oxford Flanigan:: Nightbane is leading this match five-to-nothing. [The referee flips a coin, then turns to Nightbane, giving him his choice of starting position. Nightbane points down, indicating that he wants the bottom position.] Cliff Anderson:: Remember, you get one point for an escape, and that’s what Nightbane must be looking for. He’s gonna want to increase his lead by as much as possible. Hey, where’d Jack go? Oxford Flanigan:: He’s out arsing about. He mentioned something about a fine ale or two. [Nightbane assumes the referee’s position, and McCool holds his hands up in the shape of a diamond, indicating a freestyle start. McCool places his hands on Nightbane’s back and waits. The whistle sounds, and McCool immediately let’s Nightbane to his feet. The two begin circling each other. McCool attempts to lock up with Nightbane, but again Nightbane shoots on the Son of a Bitch. This time, McCool sprawls out and posts Nightbane’s heads to the mat. McCool locks Nightbane’s arm and tries to turn him onto his back with a three-quarter Nelson, but Nightbane holds strong. Unable to turn him, McCool spins around behind him to get the two-point takedown.] Cliff Anderson:: Nightbane is still leading six-to-two right now, and McCool is trying to turn him. [Rather than trying to turn the champion for a pin, he cuts him loose so that he can try for another takedown. Both men circle each other, and this time, it’s McCool that shoots on Nightbane. Nightbane immediately sprawls out and in the blink of an eye, spins around behind McCool for the takedown. McCool lets out a few choice swears.] Cliff Anderson:: Things aren’t looking good for McCool, who was a former wrestler in high school. Nightbane is up on him nine-to-two. [McCool leans back against Nightbane and reaches his arm back over the top of Nightbane’s arm, reaching to the inside of Nightbane’s thigh. The final seconds tick away on the clock, but not before McCool arches free of Nightbane and spins around behind him, scoring a reversal to end the round.] Oxford Flanigan:: You can tell that this is frustrating for McCool. Normally, he can just overpower his opponents. Here, it looks like he’s a little out of his element. Cliff Anderson:: McCool has closed the gap a bit, but he’s still down nine-to-four. If I were McCool, I’d pick the bottom position and try to gain an escape or a reversal to get some points back on Nightbane. [The referee gives McCool the choice, and indeed he does pick the bottom position. The whistle tweets, and McCool immediately comes to his feet trying to break Nightbane’s grip. Nightbane plants a foot behind McCool’s heel and leans backwards, pulling McCool back down to the mat. Upon hitting the mat, McCool pops his hips forward and turns into Nightbane. McCool ends up on top of Nightbane, and Nightbane quickly struggles to get to his stomach to avoid giving up any nearfall points.] Cliff Anderson:: McCool with the reversal! He’s still down nine-to-six, though. [As Nightbane is struggling to get to his stomach, McCool quickly slips in a half Nelson. Nightbane fights it, but McCool overpowers him and turns him onto his back. The referee counts the nearfall points, but McCool is going for the pin. He tries to press Nightbane’s shoulder blades to the mat, but Nightbane fights for all he’s worth.] Cliff Anderson:: The match is all tied up! There are less than ten seconds left! Can McCool pull out the pinfall? [Nightbane continues to fight, but his shoulder blade comes closer and closer to the mat. Bzzt! The buzzer sounds just in time. We have overtime!] Cliff Anderson:: We have a tie. That means we’ll go into a one-minute overtime round. The first person to score here is victorious. Both of these men are exhausted. [The referee hurries both men back to the line to start the fourth period, but they’re both sucking air. They both step on the line, and the whistle blows. Both men circle each other cautiously, trying to catch their breath. Nightbane takes a weak shot, but McCool steps out of the way. McCool tries to lock Nightbane for a throw, but Nightbane ducks out of it at the last second. The clock continues to tick with neither man gaining an advantage. With less than ten seconds left, Nightbane shoots on McCool, grabbing his leg. McCool sprawls, underhooking Nightbane’s arm in the process. McCool shrugs Nightbane up, then begins backpeddling towards the center of the mat. Using the momentum, McCool arches his head to the mat, tossing Nightbane with an over-under throw. The referee awards McCool the two-point takedown just as the time expires!] Cliff Anderson:: McCool’s done it! He’s defeated Nightbane in a collegiate wrestling match in overtime! What a hard-fought match by both men! [McCool rips off his headgear and tosses it into the air as the referee raises his arm in victory.] |
| An interview with Mandrake. |
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Jack Deruke:: Hey there, sweet tits. I’m back. What’d I miss? [A shot of Mandrake standing somewhere in the backstage area replaces the previous scene on the A.W.A.-Tron. His dark red hair is pulled up into a ponytail on the top of his head, and his forked goatee dangles down to the middle of his chest. However, he doesn’t appear to be calm and collected like he normally is. Douglas Baggins is standing beside him with a microphone in hand.] Douglas Baggins:: Mandrake, if I may say so, you look a little spooked tonight. Mandrake:: Spooked? No, that’s not the right word. Prepared. That’s what I am. If I know Sadistic like I think I do, then it wouldn’t be beyond him to jump me from behind. You know, get an early start on our match tonight? Douglas Baggins:: Last week on Riptide, you found out from Jolly Roger that you and Billy Sadistic are actually brothers. Is this going to have any... [Mandrake silences Baggins by grabbing his throat. Baggins begins gurgling as the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil continues to squeeze.] Mandrake:: Let me tell you a little story. Do you like stories? [Mandrake forces the reporter’s head up and down.] Mandrake:: Good, so do I. There was once an annoying reporter that made the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil very, very angry. He didn’t like it, so he headbutted the reporter right square in the teeth… [Douglas’ eyes grow wide with terror, but a second later, Mandrake headbutts him right square in the teeth. Baggins drops like a lump, and Mandrake turns back to the camera with a smirk on his face.] Mandrake:: Man, I love that story… [Suddenly, “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones can be heard from somewhere off-camera, immediately catching Mandrake’s undivided attention. Mandrake follows the noise around the corner, where he finds Willis Clayton listening to what appears to be a brand new boombox. Clayton notices the Crimson Demon and shows him the new radio.] Willis Clayton:: Look at this bad boy. I got it at Target for only $19.99. The reception is amazing. [Mandrake isn’t humored in the slightest as the music continues to pour from the speakers. Mandrake snatches the music box out of Clayton’s hand and smashes it into the wall. “Paint it Black” still comes through the speakers, so Mandrake stomps the radio violently until the only sound left is his foot crunching pieces of radio into the ground. Clayton gives Mandrake a dirty look before turning and leaving. Mandrake stares up from the obliterated radio and gazes at his hands, which are shaking violently.] Oxford Flanigan:: It looks like Mandrake is on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Cliff Anderson:: Either that, or he’s nervous about what he’s gonna do later on tonight… |
| Two-on-One Handicap Match: Dr. Payne vs. Glitz and Glamour | Tag Team Championships |
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 Dr. Payne   Allen Stevenson(Not present.)  453 lbs. 4/2/1 | |  Johnny Glitz   Bobby Glamour 461 lbs. 1/0/0 |
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[“Don’t Cha” by The Pussycat Dolls blares over the speakers and a red carpet is rolled out. Bright purple, yellow, and pink lights begin flickering as “The It Girl” Amber Crombie walks out from the back in a stunning leather outfit wielding a confetti canon. There is barely enough material to cover her large breasts, and she looks to be on the verge of coming out of her top as she shoots the canon into the crowd. Glitz and Glamour walk out wearing long white coats. Glamour’s coat has a picture of Johnny Glitz airbrushed onto the back of his, and vice versa. They admire themselves on each other’s jackets before heading down to the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: Look at these degenerates parading around with the Professionals’ Tag Team Championships. They’re nothing but a couple of thieves. [“Takin’ Care of Business” by Bachman Turner Overdrive hits, and out walks Dr. Payne by himself. The fans begin cheering the Tag Team Champion as he makes his way down to the ring. Amber Crombie’s face contorts into a look of disgust as she looks at the good doctor. He points at her while mouthing a few choice words before entering the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: The odds are heavily against Dr. Payne here in this match. While Glitz and Glamour can tag in and out as much as they’d like, Payne has nobody in his corner. [Referee Mitch Horton calls for the bell, and the match begins. Dr. Payne and Bobby Glamour start the match. Payne starts with a boot to the gut of the Beautiful One, then hits a running kneelift. Glamour doesn’t want anymore, and he quickly tags in Johnny Glitz. The fans begin booing, but Payne is indifferent about the situation. He attacks Glitz before he can even fully enter the ring. Glamour tries to grab Payne, but the good doctor treats him with a big right hand, knocking him off the ring apron. Payne pulls Johnny to the center of the ring and plants him with a scoop slam, followed by a pinfall. 1…kickout!] Jack Deruke:: I slammed some jackass on the hood of a car a few months ago like that when I used to work at a used car lot. [Payne lifts Glitz into the air and plants him with a piledriver. He goes for the cover. 1…2…Glamour makes the save with a stomp to the back of the good doctor’s head. The referee tries to get Glamour out of the ring, but Payne helps the referee by clotheslining Glamour over the top rope. Glitz takes advantage of the situation and hits a low blow on the good doctor.] Cliff Anderson:: A low blow by Glitz, and the good doctor is down. [Glitz hits a gutwrench suplex on Payne, then tags in Bobby Glamour. Glamour whips Payne into the ropes and catches him with a powerslam! 1…2…kickout! The crowd gets behind pain as Glamour continues to work him over. Glamour hits a standing dropkick on Payne, then head to the top rope. Payne slowly stands, and Glamour comes off the top with a double-axe handle. Payne catches him with a boot to the gut, then pulls him into position and plants him with the Power of Penetration! Payne is quickly up to his feet and he clotheslines Glitz off the ring apron as the fans go crazy. Payne quickly hurries to the middle of the ring to pick up the pin, but Amber Cromie seductively climbs up onto the ring apron and begins teasing the good doctor with the prospect of taking her top off. Payne loses his concentration and begins moving towards “The It Girl.”] Oxford Flanigan:: Crombie is an absolute doll. She’s gorgeous! Do you have any idea how much that outfit cost her? And look at Payne’s medical getup which was, no doubt, cheap as chips! [Crombie grabs her top, as if she’s going to expose her breasts to the Payne, and he continues to approach her. The referee tries to get Crombie off the ring apron, but she refuses. While this is going on, Johnny Glitz slides into the ring in an attempt to blindside Payne, but Payne grabs him by the family jewels! The crowd goes insane!] Cliff Anderson:: Payne’s got the Vaginal Claw on Johnny Glitz!!! [Glitz begins prancing around in the ring, but Glamour is there to make the save, nailing Payne in the back of the head with his own loaded medical back! Payne falls to the mat as Bobby Glamour slides the bag out of the ring. Glitz rolls out of the ring, still in pain, as Glamour covers Payne, hooking the leg. Crombie hops down off the ring apron just in time for the referee to turn around and count the pin. 1…2…3!] Oxford Flanigan:: Glitz and Glamour have done it! They’ve defeated the Tag Team Champions! Cliff Anderson:: More like one half of the Tag Team Champions. And it was a three-on-one match, to boot! Jack Deruke:: Yeah…I’d put the meat to that broad, alright. [Glitz rolls back into the ring, still feeling the effects of the Vaginal Claw, and Crombie is there to join them with the Tag Team Titles. The fans begin to boo, but a mob of photographers come out from the back to snap photos of the new Tag Team Champions and their sexy manager. The Hollywood trio strike several poses, but their little photo session is interrupted by the good doctor. Payne floors Glamour with a running clothesline, then boots Glitz in the stomach and throws him out of the ring over the top rope. The crowd erupts as Glamour is back on his feet. Payne is there to meet him with a charging clothesline over the top rope! Payne turns around and points his finger at Miss Crombie, who is all alone in the ring with the Wrestling Gynecologist! The cheers are damn near deafening!] Cliff Anderson:: Payne is back up, and he’s got Amber Crombie all alone in the ring!!! Oxford Flanigan:: He wouldn’t dare, the Godless heathen. [Crombie tries to exit the ring, but Payne grabs a handful of her pretty hair and pulls her back into the ring. Payne slides her head in between his legs, then stands there for a second as the fans continue to cheer. The good doctor lifts her into the air for his spinning Power of Penetration powerbomb, but holds her in the air for a few extra seconds with his face in her crotch before slamming her to the mat. When Crombie hits the mat, he top comes undone, exposing her chest for a second before she’s able to turn onto her stomach and cover herself up. This produces the loudest cheer of the night as Payne simply point at her with a huge grin on his face. Glitz and Glamour are there to pull Crombie out of the ring away from Dr. Payne. Bobby slings her over his shoulder as Johnny carries the Tag Titles and they head to the back.] |
| The A.W.A. prepares for war. |
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[The camera tears away from the ringside area and we find Richard Cormier backstage with his team of A.W.A. grapplers, preparing for tonight’s big match. He has a very excited look on his face as he speaks to his team, consisting of the Super Bastardo Bros., Haze, and the Insurance Policy.] Richard Cormier:: Look, this match should be a walk in the park. The Outlawz have miraculously been run over by some unidentified, crazed maniac, leaving only that has-been, Mikey Wryght, that other has-been, Griffin Youngblood, and that suit-wearing fool, Bryant Dean. Loki Bastardo:: But…but Dick, you’re wearing a suit. Richard Cormier:: Yes, yes I am. But Bryant Dean always wears ugly suits. I only wear the nicest suits money can by. That’s what makes me better than him. And that’s what makes us better than them. That’s why tonight the A.W.A. will crush the S.W.F. once and for all. Now, let’s get all hands in here. [Cormier sticks his hand out, and the other five men put a hand in with Cormier’s.] Richard Cormier:: Okay, “A.W.A.” on three. Ready? One, two, three… Team A.W.A.:: A.W.A.! Richard Cormier:: Good, now get ready to kick some S.W.F. ass! Loki Bastardo:: You see, Plaz, that’s why. I’ve been telling you all along, but you never understood. Now do you understand why I love Dick? [All except Haze and Richard Cormier begins walking away. Richard grabs Kartier by the shoulder and motions for him to say. Cormier leans in to speak to Kartier privately, but does so rather loudly. Loud enough for Haze to hear.] Richard Cormier:: I want you to destroy them out there tonight. Okay? Make an example of Griffin, cripple Showtime, and demolish Bryant Dean. [Kartier gives an understanding nod as Cormier pats him on the shoulders.] Richard Cormier:: You know, Kris, I’m glad that at least somebody in the Chosen can hang onto their belt… [Cormier pats Kartier on the shoulder one last time before sending him off. Haze has a hurt look on his face as Kartier walks out of view. Cormier gives a sidelong glance at Haze before walking out of view, completely ignoring the former Chosen Champion. Haze is left alone, his face a mess of confusion, pain, and anger.] |
| Best of Three Series: Match Two: Cage Match: James Nightbane vs. Josh McCool | Heavyweight Championship |
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James Nightbane 6'6" 249 lbs. Mat Technician 12/11/0 | | Josh McCool 6'9" 287 lbs. Powerhouse 24/0/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: It looks like there’s a little dissention amongst the ranks of Cormier’s Chosen. But right now, we’ve got match number two in this three-match series for the Heavyweight Championship. McCool squeaked out the win in match one earlier tonight. Oxford Flanigan:: Yes, but let’s see how he fares inside the steel cage. [The fans are cheering as the ring technicians put the finishing touches on the antique steel cage. The steel is rusting in more places than it’s not, and the corners are held together by zip ties. To say that it looks dangerous would be a huge understatement. “Hair of the Dog” by Nazareth hits the P.A. system, and the fans come to their feet. Josh McCool bounds out from the back with a big smile on his face and one win already under his belt. His younger brother, Kelly McCool, comes out beside him looking like a beanpole next to the massive Son of a Bitch. The fans cheer them all the way down to the ring. McCool climbs into the cage through the door on the side of the cage as Kelly waits on the outside of the mesh structure.] Jack Deruke:: That friggin’ piece o’ crap, Kelly McCool, had the nerve ta come up ta me backstage while I was gettin’ a bottle of Jack Daniels and tell me I have a drinkin’ problem. Cliff Anderson:: Well, do you think you have a problem? Jack Deruke:: Ah…personally, I like it. I don’t think I got much of a problem. That little prick’s lucky I don’t bust his jaw fer him. [Suddenly, the lights go out. This raises a collective scream from the audience.]  [“Feel So Numb” by Rob Zombie hits, and out walks the A.W.A. Heavyweight Champion, James Nightbane. “Boo!” appears on the A.W.A.-Tron as the Dark One heads down the entrance ramp, dragging the defaced belt along the ground on the way down. The lights resume as Nightbane tosses the belt in the general direction of the timekeeper’s table. James climbs the steps and enters the cage. He and McCool stare a hole through one another as referee Mitch Horton enters the ring behind them and locks the door. He checks both men, then calls for the bell signaling the start of the second Heavyweight Championship match.] Cliff Anderson:: Both of these men still look a little tired from their first match earlier tonight. If Josh McCool can come away with this match, then we’ll have a new Heavyweight Champion. James Nightbane has an uphill battle, having to win not only this match, but the next match as well. Oxford Flanigan:: That cage doesn’t look very safe. One of these chaps is liable to get tetanus. Cliff Anderson:: Well, folks, there are three ways to win this match. Either by pinfall, submission, or climbing the cage and escaping to the arena floor. [Nightbane and McCool lock up in the middle of the ring, and McCool overpowers the champ. The Son of a Bitch pushes Nightbane back into the corner, but gives him a clean break. The two lock up again, but this time Nightbane rakes McCool’s eyes. Nightbane hammers McCool with a few right hands, then whips him into the corner. Nightbane charges McCool, but catches a boot in the face for his troubles. Nightbane staggers out of the corner, and McCool comes full speed with the Facelift! Nightbane ducks at the last second, spins McCool around, and plants him with a DDT! Cliff Anderson:: They aren’t taking any time to feel each other out here. They’re going right at it. [Nightbane covers McCool. 1…2…kickout! The fans begin to cheer for the Son of a Bitch. As Nightbane begins putting the boots to McCool, a table on wheels rolls out from the back covered with a black sheet. Machine emerges from the back as the man pushing the cart, and the crowd begins booing. Machine wheels the portable table down to the edge of the cage, and on command from Nightbane, pulls the sheet off.] Oxford Flanigan:: What’s that? Cliff Anderson:: It looks like Machine has a pair of jumper cables hooked up to a small generator! This is insane! Now, if McCool tries to exit the cage, he’ll be in for a shocking surprise! [The fans continue to boo as Machine touches the clamps together, causing a small shower of sparks. McCool catches Nightbane unawares and plants him with a spinebuster, followed by a pinfall attempt. 1…2…kickout! McCool lifts Nightbane up onto his shoulder and prepares to ram him head first into the steel mesh, but Nightbane slips down his back and scores with an uppercut to McCool’s groin. The crowd lets out a loud groan.] Oxford Flanigan:: Oh! Nightbane hit him right in his dangly bits. I’m thoroughly enjoying this match. It’s better than a kick in the teeth. [Nightbane begins motioning for Machine to do something as McCool drops to his knees holding his sweetmeats. Machine turns up the voltage, then hooks the cables to the steel mesh cage, immediately electrifying that side of the structure. The crowd comes to its feet as Nightbane pulls McCool up off the mat. He boots the challenger in the gut, then Irish whips him towards the electrified portion of steel as Kelly McCool watches on in horror. McCool flies over the ropes into the steel mesh, and he shakes from the electric jolt. However, he collides with the cage with such force that the zip ties snap! The side of the cage with electric current running through it falls away from the rest of the cage and heads straight for Machine and his electric generator!] Cliff Anderson:: That cage is made of solid steel! [The side of the cage does indeed crush Machine flat to the ground, destroying the generator in the process. The fans begin cheering maniacally as McCool watches on in wonder. Suddenly, the other three sides of the cage begin to teeter. One side crashes into the fans on one side of the ring while another falls into the ring. The fourth side if left sticking up into the air at an odd angle, propped up against one of the ringposts.] Cliff Anderson:: Oh my God!!! [Machine is motionless underneath his steel prison. On one side of the ring, fans have spread away from the downed piece of steel. A half-dozen people are laying on the ground, either unconscious or trapped beneath the steel mesh. In the ring, Nightbane is laying on his stomach with the top bar of the steel structure pinning him to the canvas across his back. He appears to be in a great deal of pain. McCool looks flustered and looks at the referee. The referee gets something through his earpiece, then communicates the message to McCool. McCool, still confused, steps through the ropes and hops to the arena floor. The bell rings quickly, and the camera quickly cuts out. For several minutes, there is nothing but blackness.] |
| The Replacements |
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[When Symphony of Destruction finally returns, it’s somewhere in the depths of the Atlantic Arena. Bryant Dean is seen, and he appears to be speaking with somebody just off-camera.] Bryant Dean:: Look, I just need to know if I can count on you guys tonight. I need your word. I don’t even need to describe the importance of this match. [A voice mumbles a few inaudible lines.] Bryant Dean:: Okay, well make sure you’re ready. We’re up next. [A few mores line are uttered, then the sound of somebody leaving can be heard. Dean watches whoever it is leave, then wipes his brow with the back of his hand.] Bryant Dean:: Phew! That was close. [The camera returns to the ringside area.] |
| A.W.A. vs. S.W.F. Ten-Man Tag Team Elimination Match: Haze, Kris Kartier, Revilation, Loki Bastardo, & Plaz Bastardo vs. ”Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght, Griffin Youngblood, Jingles, Jigsaw, & Bryant Dean |
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 Haze  Kris Kartier   Revilation  Loki Bastardo  Plaz Bastardo | |  ”Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght  Griffin Youngblood  Jingles  Jigsaw  Bryant Dean |
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Cliff Anderson:: Sorry about abruptly cutting away there, fans. We had to get the cage removed for the ten-man tag match coming up. But just in case there was any confusion, Josh McCool is the new A.W.A. Heavyweight Champion! [The camera returns to the ring, and there are a few new fans sitting in the front row, replacing the old ones that used to be sitting there. The guardrail in front of them appears warped a little bit from where the steel wall struck it. “Bawitdaba” by Kid Rock blasts over the speakers, and the S.W.F. is met with a lukewarm reaction. Suddenly, Jigsaw and Jingles run out from the back, and the lukewarm reaction turns into full-blown applause as the Folk branch off to either side of the stage to rile up the fans. Dean, Showtime, and Griffin walk out behind them, and the five men head down to the ring as a cohesive unit.] Oxford Flanigan:: Look at them, Clifford. You can actually see the fear in Bryant Dean’s eyes. [Team S.W.F. enters the ring and begins talking some last-minute strategy as “All in the Suit that you Wear” by Stone Temple Pilots plays over the speakers. Cormier steps out first, and the crowd showers him with boos. He waves out his troops, and the Bastardos are the first two out, followed immediately by Revilation and Kartier. They jog down the ramp towards the ring. Haze is the last man out, and rather than trot down the ramp, he walks slowly, not really caring. Cormier tries to fire him up by slapping him on the back, but Haze ignores him and continues down to the ring. Finally, Haze enters the ring, and the ten men face off against each other from opposite sides of the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: Here it is, fans. The match we’ve all been waiting for. The fate of the S.W.F. hangs in the balance. [Kris Kartier starts the match for the A.W.A., and Griffin tells his teammates that he wants to be the first in for the S.W.F. They oblige him, and the excess competitors evacuate the ring, taking their places on the ring apron. The fans begin to cheer as the hated enemies, Kris Kartier and Griffin Youngblood, circle one another. Finally, then go right at each other with fists flying. Kartier goes for the eyes, but Youngblood beats him to the rake. Kartier staggers back, but Youngblood is all over him like stink on sh*t. Griffin whips Kartier into the ropes and catches him with a dropkick on the rebound.] Cliff Anderson:: Griffin is really having his way with the Atlantic Champion. In the coming weeks, fellow S.W.F. member Donny J. McNasty will get a shot at Kartier’s gold. [Griffin traps Kartier in an abdominal stretch, but eventually releases the hold and plants Kartier with a belly-to-back suplex, followed by a cover. 1…2…kickout. Griffin pulls Kartier off the mat, then tags in Showtime. Showtime hits the ring, much to the approval of the fans, and greets Kartier with a boot to the mid-section. Showtime goes for an Irish whip, but Kartier reverses, sending Showtime into the A.W.A.’s corner. Upon impact, he’s mauled by all four of the A.W.A. stars. The referee breaks it up, but the damage has been done. Kartier boots Showtime in the gut, then hits the Last Serenade! Kartier tags Haze, who immediately heads to the top rope. Haze comes off the top rope with the 450 splash, connecting perfectly. Haze hooks the leg. 1…2…3!] Cliff Anderson:: Showtime is outta here! That was quick! [Richard Cormier, who continues to watch from the stage area, begin applauding. Showtime rolls out of the ring, and is immediately replaced Jigsaw. The circus strongman goes to work on the smaller Haze, pounding him with giant, ham-sized fists. Haze escapes the giant hands of Jigsaw and makes the quick tag to Loki. The Baby Oil Bandit hops into the ring and begins going to work on Jigsaw with a series of rights and lefts to the bread basket. Jigsaw just stares at him before lifting him above his head for the Strongman Press. Loki wiggles free, then tackles the giant circus freak through the ropes. Loki begins pummeling him on the outside of the ring, but every time he tries to get back into the ring, Jigsaw pulls him back. Seeing this, Plaz cuts in through the ring to help out his younger brother. Jingles meets him with flying cross body block from the top rope, intercepting him. The referee reaches ten, counting both Loki and Jigsaw out of the match! Cormier doesn’t necessarily look angry…but then again, he doesn’t look happy.] Cliff Anderson:: Jigsaw and Loki have both been eliminated, but they’re still fighting here on the outside. The Folk and the Bastardos have a long history dating back to their days here in the old A.W.A. They were the two prominent teams in the tag division, and there is still some bad blood between the two. [Loki rams Jigsaw back-first into the ring apron, dropping the strongman to his knees. Jingles comes to the aid of his partner with a suicide dive through the ropes, wiping Loki out. The crowd lets out a cheer as the little clown begins wailing on Loki. Plaz follows Jingles to the outside and bodyslams him on the ground. The Folk and the Bastardos begin beating the hell out of each other, and the brawl spills out into the crowd. Left with no choice, the referee is also forced to count out Plaz and Jingles!] Cliff Anderson:: Now Plaz and Jingles are both gone! If this keeps up, the A.W.A. is gonna win this match. They still have a man up on the S.W.F., so they can afford to trade them man for man. [Team S.W.F. is down to just Youngblood and Dean. Youngblood enters the ring, and it’s Revilation that comes in for the A.W.A. Youngblood tackles Revilation to the mat with a spear, and the two men roll over and over in the ring, pounding each other with rights and lefts. Youngblood finally gets the best of Revilation and starts putting the boots to him in the corner. Griffin executes a nice armdrage takedown, then locks in a reverse chinlock. Revilation fights out of it with a hat trick of elbows to Youngblood’s abdomen. Revilation heads to the ropes and rebounds with a clothesline. Griffin ducks it, and on the rebound, he grabs Revilation by the back of the mask and throws him out of the ring. Revilation hits the pavement as the crowd goes ballistic. In Griffin’s hand is Revilation’s mask.] Oxford Flanigan:: My word… Cliff Anderson:: Griffin just unmasked Revilation! When he tossed Revilation over the ropes, he didn’t let go of that mask! [Revilation immediately covers his face and runs up the ramp. Cormier tries to get in his way, instructing him to go back and fight, but Revilation shoves him out of the way and flies through the curtain. The referee makes the ten-count, eliminating Revilation from the match!] Oxford Flanigan:: We’re all tied up here at two apiece. Cormier doesn’t look too happy. Jack Deruke:: Of course he don’t look happy. That little jerk just got shoved on his little hiney. [Kris Kartier steps into the ring and clobbers Griffin from behind. Kartier begins laying heavy boots into Griffin’s head before planting him with a vertical suplex. Kartier makes the cover. 1…2…kickout! Kartier pulls Griffin to his feet, then slaps him in the face. Griffin retaliates with a big right hand, but Kartier ducks it and locks in the Karta-Hajime! The fans begin to stir as Griffin Struggles to break free!] Cliff Anderson:: Kartier’s choked out some of the best with that very hold. [Kartier drags Griffin to the center of the ring as Cormier cheers him on from the stage. Youngblood looks like he’s about to slip into unconsciousness, but Dean enters the ring and clubs Kartier in the back of the head to break the hold. Many fans cheer, but some boo also.] Oxford Flanigan:: This crowd is torn. Some are for the A.W.A., and the idiots are for the S.W.F. Jack Deruke:: And you know who I’m fer…? The winner, baby! [Suddenly, a man in a hooded robe runs out from the back, blowing right past Cormier. Cormier watches on in confusion as the hooded individual, wielding a barbed-wire Singapore cane, hops up onto the ring apron. Griffin is still down as the referee tries to get Dean out of the ring. Dean tries to tell him about the man on the ring apron, but the referee will have none of it. The robed man motions for Kartier to take the stick and use it on Griffin. Kartier smiles, then holds his hand out for the weapon. The robed man gives him the barbed-wire kendo stick…right between the eyes! The crowd erupts as Kartier falls to the mat, a trickle of blood running down his scarred forehead. Griffin slowly drapes an arm over Kartier as the ref turns around just in time. 1…2…3!] Cliff Anderson:: Kartier has been eliminated by Youngblood! Who in the hell is under that hood? [The hooded individual hops down off the ring apron and heads back up the ramp in no particular hurry. Cormier attempts to stop him but quickly backs away when the person threatens him with the weapon. The hooded man disappears behind the entrance curtain as Kartier rolls out of the ring with blood trickling from a small wound in the middle of his forehead. He looks angry as he runs up the ramp after his mystery attacker. Griffin is still hurting in a bad way as Haze enters the ring. Griffin attempts to make the tag to Dean, but Haze cuts him off. Following a big splash in the corner, Haze hits Democracy on Youngblood, leaving him motionless in the center of the ring. Haze heads to the top and once again executes Capital Punishment. He hooks the leg. 1…2…3!] Oxford Flanigan:: Griffin has been retired! Now, it’s just Haze and poor ‘ol Mr. Dean! [The fans begin to cheer as Dean slowly enters the ring. Cormier is hopping up and down excitedly on the stage as Dean and Haze come face to face. They begin talking trash to each other. Finally, Dean slaps the taste out of Haze’s mouth, spinning him around. Dean goes for a quick rollup and hooks the tights. 1…2…kickout!] Cliff Anderson:: Oh! That was close! Dean almost pulled off the upset of the century. If you’re Mr. Cormier, you’ve gotta be pretty happy right now. You’ve got a Heavyweight Champion caliber wrestler in Haze taking on a broken down old pen pusher. Sure, Dean was a great wrestler in his day, but injuries have taken too much of a toll on his battered old body. [Haze is quick to his feet, and he boots Dean in the stomach. Haze pushes Dean back into the corner, then goes for an Irish whip, sending Dean into the opposite corner. Haze follows him in and sandwiches him with a big running clothesline. Dean drops to a knee. Haze pulls him out of the corner and lifts him into the air for Democracy, his variation of an inverted brainbuster. Dean wiggles free and slides down Haze’s back. Out of nowhere, Dean connects with a bridging German suplex. 1…2…3! The place erupts as Cormier’s jaw drops in disbelief!] Oxford Flanigan:: What in the holy hell?! Cliff Anderson:: Dean’s done it! Dean’s done it! The S.W.F. is here to stay! Dean’s done the impossible! I can’t believe it! |
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[McNasty, Showtime, the Folk, and Griffin come back out from the back as Bryant Dean climbs one of the turnbuckles and raises his fists victoriously! Cormier is livid, and the sight of the S.W.F. celebrating in his ring makes him want to vomit! He turns and storms off the stage as the fans celebrate Dean’s miraculous victory! Haze rolls to the outside of the ring, and he looks disappointed with himself. He heads up the ramp and heads to the back as the S.W.F. continues to celebrate in the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: I don’t understand it. I mean, a German suplex isn’t exactly a slap on the wrist, but enough to keep down Jonathan Haze? Something isn’t adding up here… Oxford Flanigan:: You’re darn right it doesn’t add up. Dean must have illegally hooked…his hands around Haze’s waist…or something. I don’t know. But the A.W.A. has been had… [Team S.W.F. exits the ring which they now own half of and heads to the back while “Bawitdaba” by Kid Rock plays over the speakers once again.] Cliff Anderson:: Well, we’d best watch what we say. We’re now half employed to Bryant Dean as well as Richard Cormier. Jack Deruke:: Wow. Now we’re employed by a pair of assh*les instead of just one… |
 End of an Era: Hardcore Match: Mandrake vs. Billy Sadistic |
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 Mandrake 6’3" 217 lbs. Daredevil 16/5/0 | |  Billy Sadistic 6'1" 231 lbs. All-Rounder 3/4/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: I’m still in shock over the outcome of that last match, but we still have one more match tonight. This one’s been a long time coming, but it’s finally here. Billy Sadistic and his brother, Mandrake, will finally settle this feud once and for all. [A thick fog covers the stage and begins drifting down the ramp. The lights slowly dim to near darkness and strobe lights begin flickering in all directions. "Again" (Tattoo of Pain Mix) by Alice in Chains starts up, and the boos are deafening. Layne Staley continues his grossly evil serenade, and out walks evil incarnated, Mandrake.] Cliff Anderson:: He is Hell frozen over! He is a crippler of men and a terminator of careers. He is the Abomination of Desolation! The Crimson Demon! The Kill Devil Hills Daredevil! And he’s here to settle the score. At Back in Black, Mandrake and Billy Sadistic beat the living hell out of each other, but Sadistic was somehow able to squeak out the win. Mandrake is back for redemption, and he’s going to put Sadistic down once and for all! That’s not a threat, ladies and gentlemen, that’s a promise. [His snake-like tendrils of hair slither in all direction, except for the fountain of hair that he has tied into a tail on the top of his head. His eyes are like black holes ready to suck in anything that he gazes upon. His wiry, muscular frame is drenched with a mixture of water and sweat. The Kill Devil Hills Daredevil slowly descends the ramp and enters the ring. Once in the ring, Mandrake turns and awaits the arrival of his brother, opponent, and arch-nemesis…Billy Sadistic. The lights resume, but Mandrake’s eyes don’t leave the entrance area.] Cliff Anderson:: Mandrake mutilated Billy Sadistic’s face nearly a month ago on Riptide, and we haven’t seen his face since then. This is Sadistic’s first match back since last month’s SuperCard. Sadistic has ice water running through his veins, and revenge is a dish best served cold. [“Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones cuts through the arena, and the fans erupt. The lights dim and out steps the figure of “The Phenom” Billy Sadistic. He stands beneath the A.W.A.-Tron with an arm raised out to each side. His head and hands hang limply as his head bobs to the beat of the music. He maintains the Christ-like pose for a few seconds before slowly making his way down to the ring. Mandrake and Sadistic lock eyes as Sadistic climbs into the ring and comes face to face with his brother. The lights resume, revealing a black leather mask covering the face of the Phenom.] Cliff Anderson:: If I’m not mistaken, that’s the same mask that Sadistic wore when he went by his given name, William Ian Dillinger. [Referee Mitch Horton calls for the bell, but neither man budges. The fans continue to cheer as the two brothers stare deep into one another’s eyes. Suddenly, Sadistic explodes in a sudden burst and begins hammering Mandrake with wild rights and lefts, causing the fans to erupt once again. Mandrake covers up as Sadistic unleashes his anger and furious vengeance on his younger brother. Sadistic bounces off the ropes and gains a head of steam before spearing Mandrake through the ropes. The goes crazy as the two men begin duking it out on the outside of the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: I hope we have a medical team ready to come out here, because this things gonna get ugly fast. [Sadistic attempts an Irish whip, but Mandrake reverses. Sadistic hits the guardrail and flies into the first row. The fans spread away as Mandrake gets a running start and levels Sadistic with a running clothesline over the guardrail, knocking a few fans over in the process. One gutsy fan, a middle-aged fat man with a large gap between his teeth, decides to pour a cup of beer onto Mandrake. Mandrake grabs the man by the face and shoves him backwards over his chair. Sadistic headbutts Mandrake, then grabs him by the goatee and pulls him up the steps.] Jack Deruke:: They’re up in the seventeenth row. Look at that little kid pullin’ at his pants. I ought to come up there and beat the f*ckin’ kid in front of yas. [Sadistic hits a vertical suplex on the concrete steps, and both men begin writhing in pain. Sadistic is the first one back up, and he and Mandrake disappear down a hallway leading into the concession area somewhere inside of the Asylum. Luckily, the camera follows along and the fans in attendance are able to watch the action on the A.W.A.-Tron. Sadistic throws Mandrake head-first into the brick wall, then picks up a trash bin and smashes it over Mandrake’s head.] Cliff Anderson:: They’re somewhere on the second floor near the food court beating the hell out of each other! [Sadistic picks up the trash can again, but Mandrake kicks him in the stomach. The Phenom drops the garbage can as Mandrake lifts Sadistic up onto his shoulder and rams him head-first into the brick wall. Sadistic falls to the tiled floor, and Mandrake begins stomping away on him. By this point, a nice crowd has amassed around the two superstars. They try to rally behind Sadistic, but Mandrake is relentless. Mandrake pulls Sadistic to his feet by the hair and drags him over to the concession stand. The daredevil spins Sadistic around by his hair and throws him over the counter into the concession stand.] Cliff Anderson:: They’re in the concession area, and popcorn just went flying! [Mandrake goes after Sadistic, but when he leans over the counter, the Phenom throws a cup full of melted butter into Mandrake’s face! Mandrake let’s out a painful scream as he tries to wipe the butter from his eyes with his shirt. Sadistic hops up onto the counter and nails Mandrake with a flying shoulder block. Both men are down and hurting as the fans cheer them on. Sadistic makes it back to his feet and pulls Mandrake off the ground by his ponytail. He drags him towards the restrooms and launches the K.D.H. Daredevil through the door leading into the women’s restroom! Several screams can be heard as Sadistic follows him in.] Oxford Flanigan:: Blimey! They can’t go in there! Women are in there with their knickers pulled down… [The camera enters the bathroom to find Sadistic slamming Mandrake’s head in between a stall and a stall door. The Phenom boots Mandrake in the gut, then sets him up for a piledriver. The Crimson Demon counters with a backdrop, sending Sadistic flying into the mirror. The mirror shatters, and shards of glass of glass flying everywhere. Mandrake pulls Sadistic off the countertop and throws him through a stall door, revealing a cute young lady in a mini-skirt trying to relieve herself. She lets out a terrified scream as Sadistic fights back against Mandrake with a back elbow. There is a nasty gash running the length of Sadistic’s tricep.] Cliff Anderson:: We should have put up warnings all around the building for this match, because nothing is safe. [Sadistic throws Mandrake out of the bathroom and follows him out with a clothesline. Sadistic goes for the first cover of the night. 1…kickout! Horton backs away as the men continue pummeling each other. Mandrake scores with a thumb to the eye, then bodyslams Sadistic onto a bench that allows those sitting on it a nice view of the rose garden that has been planted on the floor below. Luckily, there is a thick glass window to act as a wall and keep people from falling from one floor to the other.] Oxford Flaningan:: Will you look at that majestic garden…simply breathtaking. [Sadistic fights back with a punch to the mid-section, then connects with a headbutt that opens up a small cut above Mandrake’s left eye. Sadistic drags Mandrake away from the bench, then turns around and attempts to Irish whip him through the plate glass window! The crowd gasps. Mandrake reverses, sending Sadistic towards the window. The Phenom puts on the brakes at the last second, saving himself from certain doom. He turns to face the daredevil, but it’s too late. Mandrake has gained a head of steam, and he spears Sadistic straight through the plate glass window! They land in a heap on the rose garden as shards of glass fall all around them! The fans explode into frenzied cheering!] Crowd:: Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Cliff Anderson:: Oh my God! Oh my God!!! [Both men lay motionless as the nasty fall replays several times on the A.W.A.-Tron. Every time the replay is show, the crowd erupts. The eruption dies down into a steady applause as both men begin to stir amongst the roses.] Cliff Anderson:: That would be a fitting gravesite, because these men are literally beating each other to death! How they’re still moving is beyond me. [Mitch Horton arrives on the scene via staircase and checks to make sure both men are okay. Mandrake is the first one back up, but he appears out of it, and begins staggering away from the crash site. Sadistic is up a few moments later, and he slowly begins stalking after his younger brother. Mandrake’s face is now covered in blood, as well as several other parts of his body. Sadistic’s body is covered with the crimson juice as well as he chases after his younger brother.] Billy Sadistic:: Mandrake! Mandrake! I’m coming, Mandrake! I’m coming for you! [The chase continues until Mandrake finally arrives in the parking garage. Seeing the S.W.F.’s banged up limousine, Mandrake yanks open the driver’s door and unceremoniously deposits the chauffeur on the cold concrete. Mandrake slides in and shuts the door, then fires up the engine. The limo slowly lurches forward as Sadistic jogs into view. Leaping over the door that was torn off earlier in the night, Sadistic jumps into the back cab of the doorless limo. Horton spots and A.W.A. van and motions for the camera crew to follow him. Moments later, Horton is in hot pursuit.] Cliff Anderson:: This is insane! Now where in the hell are they going?! [The A.W.A. van finally catches up to the limo on Main St. to find Sadistic climbing out of the limo through the sun roof. The limo jerks in one direction, then another as it weaves in between traffic. Sadistic crawls across the roof of the vehicle, and he’s got a crowbar in hand. The van is hot on the trail of the limousine as they dart in and out of traffic in the busy business district of Norfolk. Sadistic reaches the front of the car and busts the driver’s side window open with his weapon, then reaches inside and grabs Mandrake. The limo turns sharply to the right and veers off the road into a street light, bringing the vehicle to a sudden stop. Sadistic is thrown from the roof of the vehicle, but the air bag saves Mandrake from the same fate!] Cliff Anderson:: Good God! Sadistic is dead! Jack Deruke:: I don’t know. They was only goin’ about thirty miles an hour…but still… [Horton arrives on the scene, and quickly runs over to the Phenom, who has become tangled in canvas tent display in front of Peter and Paul’s Outdoor Surplus. Mandrake slowly comes to and fights his way out of the demolished limo. The fans in the arena are rocking in the aisles as Mandrake limps over to Sadistic, who is still tangled up in the green tent. Mandrake reaches down and finishes rolling Sadistic up in the tent, then throws him over his shoulder and carries him over the A.W.A. van.] Oxford Flanigan:: Talk about robbing Peter to pay Paul… [Horton and the camera crew return to the van as Sadistic weakly fight free of his canvas straight jacket, then digs a thumb into Mandrake’s eye. Sadistic drops to his feet, then slams Mandrake’s bloody head into the back door of the van, leaving a nice bloody smear on the van. Sadistic opens the van door, then hurls Mandrake into the back of the van. Sadistic crawls in and begins pounding away on Mandrake.] Billy Sadistic:: Take us back to the arena! [Both men are a bloody mess as Sadistic continues to pummel the daredevil in the back of the van. The camera continues to roll as Mandrake begins choking Sadistic. They continue fighting back and forth as the van pulls back into the parking garage of the Atlantic Arena. Suddenly, Sadistic flies from the back of the van and lands hard on the concrete. Mandrake hops out behind him and begins stomping him as the Phenom tries to crawl out of the parking garage.] Cliff Anderson:: I don’t believe it! They’re actually coming back out to the ring! They’ve beaten the hell out of each other all across Norfolk, and now they’re back in the Asylum to finish it once and for all! [Mandrake is the first one to emerge through the entrance, courtesy a big right hand from Billy Sadistic. The Phenom follows him out, and the two hammer each other all the way back to the ring. Blood is dripping from both men as Mandrake slides Sadistic back into the ring. Sadistic is back to his feet, and he meets Mandrake with a boot to the gut. Mandrake doubles over, and Sadistic locks his head. The crowd comes to their feet, but Mandrake shoves him away. Both men are barely able to stand.] Oxford Flanigan:: This is sick. This isn’t wrestling, this is a slaughter. [Sadistic goes for Phenomenal, but Mandrake tackles him into the corner. Mandrake goes for an Irish whip to the opposite corner, but Sadistic reverses, sending Mandrake hard into the buckle. Sadistic goes for a running spear, but Mandrake hops up onto the second turnbuckle. Sadistic eats turnbuckle pad, and Mandrake locks his head in for the Tornado DDT! Mandrake leaps from the corner, but Sadistic lifts him into the air and throws him over the top rope. Mandrake lands on his feet on the ring apron. Sadistic charges him, but Mandrake sprays him in the eyes with blue mist, blinding the Phenom.] Cliff Anderson:: Mandrake with the mist, and Sadistic can’t see a damn thing! [Mandrake springboards himself off the top rope and sails towards Sadistic. Wrapping his arm around the head of the Phenom, Mandrake rotates his body around and plants Sadistic with a sick rendition of Gale Force Advisory. Mercifully, Mandrake reaches over and hooks Sadistic’s leg. Horton slides into position and makes the count. 1…2…3!] Cliff Anderson:: Mandrake’s done it! He’s defeated the Phenom! What a match! [The bell rings, and the crowd slowly stands and rewards the men with a standing ovation. Both men lay in the middle of the ring, tired and bloody, their chests rising as they strain for that last gulp of oxygen. “Again” starts up as Mandrake crawls to the corner.] Cliff Anderson:: Listen to these fans. What a show of respect for two men that put their bodies and lives on the line here tonight. |
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[Mandrake slowly pulls himself up in the corner as Sadistic rolls to the edge of the ring. Mandrake begins motioning to the back, and out comes…Haze?] Cliff Anderson:: What’s Haze doing out here? Oxford Flanigan:: I don’t know, but it seems like he and Mandrake have become good chums again over the past few weeks. [Haze circles around the ring and grabs a steel chair, then slides into the ring with it. Mandrake weakly motions to the middle of the ring, and Haze hastily sets up the chair.] Cliff Anderson:: I see what’s happening. They’re gonna finish off the Phenom once and for all! [The crowd erupts as the new A.W.A. Heavyweight Champion, Josh McCool, and Mikey Wryght sprint out from the back! They hit the ring and go straight for Mandrake and Haze as the crowd goes banana!] Cliff Anderson:: Here come some reinforcements! [Haze tackles Showtime to the mat, but McCool pulls Haze off and shoves him into the corner. Mandrake kicks Showtime in the groin, dropping him to his knees. McCool and Haze are fighting it out in the corner, but Mandrake interrupts with a clubbing blow to the back of McCool’s head. Mandrake and Haze begin working on McCool, but the crowd begins to buzz as Sadistic reaches the center of the ring and grabs the steel chair.] Cliff Anderson:: Sadistic’s up, and he’s got the steel chair! The fans are on their feet. [Sadistic raises the chair above his head and goes straight for Mandrake and Haze. At the last second, Haze and Mandrake step aside, and Sadistic crushes McCool’s head with the chair! Showtime is back up, but Sadistic puts him right back down on the mat with a vile chairshot to the face! The crowd is shocked, and a pin drop could be heard in the silence that follows. Sadistic rips off his leather mask to reveal an untouched, unscarred smile as he embraces with Mandrake and Haze! The crowd nearly riots as Sadistic, Haze, and Mandrake begin beating the living hell out of Josh McCool and Mikey Wryght!] Cliff Anderson:: What in the hell?! What in the name of God?! [Sadistic reaches through the ropes and grabs a microphone from a stagehand, then returns to the center of the ring as Showtime and the Son of a Bitch are tossed from the ring. The three men stand in the ring as Sadistic raises the microphone to his lips.] Billy Sadistic:: A.S.H. is back! [The crowd continues to boo as Sadistic drops the mic and thrusts his arms into the air. Mandrake and Haze slowly raise their arms into the air. Symphony of Destruction fades to black with A.S.H. standing tall in the middle of the ring.] |
