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Tokyo Clash 2006; Emanating LIVE from the Tokyo Dome!
Topic Started: Aug 9 2006, 02:03 AM (352 Views)
Channel 81
Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
[align=center]The Action Wrestling League Presents
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Live from the Tokyo Dome in Tokyo, Japan only on PPV!

:: Special Enforcer Match ::
Travis Bane vs Eliza Slaine

:: Flag Match ::
: Diamond Championship :
Solomon Black © vs Mustafa Atualla

:: Hardcore Championship Match ::
Eros Mako © vs Cash Parker

:: Four Corners Tag Title Match ::
Daye & Night © vs Dragon Inc vs Berry Brothers vs Smiles & Cherry

:: You Break It, You Bought It ::
: Deathmatch Finals :
Ash Koopa vs AJ The Bomb

:: World Title Tag Match ::
: Winner Is New Champion :
Rurik Krychek and Dave Richmond vs Chill © and Blain Hamman

Starting in 5… 4…3… 2…1…[/align]

A series of fireworks, the likes of which would rival a Disneyland night show, begin firing off routinely from the top of the Action Wrestling League Tokyo Clash entryramp as the cameras circle around the arena, getting a great glimpse of the thousands and thousands of Action Wrestling League fans in attendance. As the display comes to an end, and the smoke slowly starts to lift, we cut right to the announce table where we join Steven Travis and Nikki Cooley;

Steven Travis: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to what will surely be one hell of an event, as the Action Wrestling League presents TOKYO CLASH!! Anyway, lets get this thing started with our first match, on that I'm willing to bet will kick our event off with a bang!"

Nikki Cooley: "I'm willing to bet you got kicked off with a bang."

Steven Travis: "....Um... Nikki... that one didn't even make sense."

Nikki Cooley: "Maybe you don't know it doesn't know it makes sense you doesn't."

Steven Travis: "...Moving on...."

[align=center]:: Special Enforcer Match ::
Travis Bane vs Eliza Slaine[/align]

Kevin Sputnik: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall!"

The arena dims down as the mysterious sounds of “Rock Superstar” by Cypress Hill begins to play out over the PA system. The top of the stage begins to fill with fog at the entrance curtain and as the music starts to hit high tempo, Eliza Slaine walks out from behind the curtain and marches out to the stage, head held a little low.

Kevin Sputnik: "Introducing first. From Starshollow, Connecticut. Weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. Eliiiiiza Slaaaaaaaain!"

She then snaps her head back as he long brown hair flies up and back as Eliza throws her arms out, standing like she is being held up by a crucifix. Pyros go off on both ends of her as she begins walking down the entrance ramp, taunting the crowd, in some cases, getting close to the male fans and caressing herself, teasing the men then snapping at them for even looking. She makes it towards the ring and walks up the ring steps and hops on the outside of the turnbuckle post, raises her hands in the air and lets the crowd know what she thinks of the jeers. She hops in the ring and gets ready to face her opponent.

...

The tune of "King Nothing" by Metallica plays out over the PA system as the arena is engulfed in the red, white, and blue colors of the UK. We see Travis Bane make his way out onto the stage from the back.

Kevin Sputnik: "And introducing the opponent. Hailing from Blackpool, England. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-two pounds. Travis Baaaaaaaane!"

He stands at the top of the ramp for several seconds before heading down the ramp. On his way to the ring, Travis yells at some of the fans, eventually ending up at the stairs. Travis climbs up the steps, walks about halfway across the ring apron and taunts the crowd before climbing into the ring through the middle and top topes. Travis then heads over to one of the turnbuckles, climbs up it, looks around at the crowd, then spits on the ground before stepping down and waiting for the bell to ring.

...

The house lights go down as the big screen shows a overhead shot of a foggy graveyard at night and "go To Sleep" by Eminem, DMX, and Obie Trice begin their haunting notes throughout the arena. As the words to the song begin, the image on the screen moves, looking up towards a cross that takes up the bottom half of the screen. A couple flashes of lightning come across the sky, revealing the word "STRYKER" in the cloud cover. As the beat to the song kicks in, Mike Stryker makes his way onto the stage.

Kevin Sputnik: "And introducing the Special Ringside Enforcer. From the Empire State, New York. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds. Mike Stryyyyyyker!"

The hood on his sweatshirt is up and his long hair hangs down from inside. He makes his way to the top of the stage and raises one fist, inciting a chorus of boos from the crowd. Ignoring the negative vibes, he stalks his way down to the ring slowly, eventually getting to the ring and rolling under the bottom rope. He heads to the opposite corner and repeats his one fist salute to more boos. He reaches back and pulls his shirt off, tossing it aside and giving the arena a good healthy scowl. He then hops down and begins to pace, waiting for the match to begin.

...

The referee hastles Mike Stryker about the rules of the match before the bell finally rings and Mike Stryker sighs before walking to one of the corners.

Eliza Slain charges at Travis Bane, who locks his arms around on of hers and pulls her to the ground. They wrestle around on the mat for awhile to attempt to hold the other down for a submission, but they both roll out of it and stand on each side of the ring, staring at each other to ponder what the other was going to do next

Steven Travis: "Looks like both competitors are sizing the other up!"

Nikki Cooley: "Meh... they can both bite me."

Steven Travis: "I thought you liked Eliza...?"

Nikki Cooley: "That bitch can bite me!"

Steven Travis: "Very indecisive, aren't we?"

Nikki Cooley: "Hey, fag bag. You can bite me too."

As the announcers prattle on, Eliza Slain lunges forward and delivers a huge chop to the chest of Travis Bane and preceeds to land five more on him before he trips her and presses his forearm against her face, rubbing it back and forth. The referee tells him to get off, but he refuses to listen to Mike Styker kicks him in the side of the head!

Steven Travis: "Uh-oh! Mike Stryker getting involved now. Travis Bane just took a good kick to the side of the head while he was refusing to release the hold he had on Eliza."

Nikki Cooley: "ZzZzZzZzZzZzZ....."

Steven Travis: "What the...? Nikki... stop pretending to sleep and call the match."

Nikki Cooley: "Go buck a fuffalo..."

Steven Travis: "Cute spoonerism..." *sigh*

Nikki Cooley: "Yes, I am cute, but no, you cannot spoon me."

Steven Travis: "Hey! I didn't say-"

Nikki Cooley: "If you keep arguing with me, I'm telling Foxy that you said you wanna spoon me!"

Steven Travis: "...I hate you so much."

Nikki Cooley: "kthxbai!"

Travis Bane shakes the cob webs loose as he turns to see Mike Stryker. He stands up and gets in his face, shouting somethings at him that the camera can't quite pick up. He pushes Mike Stryker, who pushes him so that he trips over Eliza Slain, who is starting to get up.

Eliza Slain ceases the opportunity to attempt a Spite, but Travis Bane reverses it and tries for a Complete Travesty. Eliza Slain gets out of the move at the last second and dropkicks his leg to knock him to the mat where she tries for the cover... with the tights!

Steven Travis: "She's got the tights!"

Nikki Cooley: "Ref doesn't see it, it didn't happen."

One...

...

Two...

...

Thr-

...

Before the count can finish, Mike Stryker throws Eliza Slain off of Travis Bane and points to her, telling her no. In frustration, she pushes Mike Stryker and slaps him in the face.

"OOOOOOOOH!" The fans roared.

Mike Stryker turns to the side, touches his now red cheek and kicks Eliza Slain in the stomach before putting her up for the Strykerplex!

Steven Travis: "My God; she's out cold!"

As she lays in a mess on the ground, the referee begins to check to see if she can continue the match, and immediately calls for the bell.

Kevin Sputnik: "The referee has ruled that because of Eliza Slaine’s condition, this match has been ruled a NO CONTEST!!!"

The fans start booing as Bane and Stryker, apparently on the same page now, shrug off the referee’s decision and, in an act of sheer brutality and cruelty, take Eliza Slaine’s unconscious body and, with a heave and a ho, toss her over the top rope!

Steven Travis: "God that’s disgusting… But what an impressive return for Mike Stryker, and what an unprecedented turn of events seeing Stryker align himself with Travis Bane of all people!!!"

Nikki Cooley: "Eh, far as I’m concerned, bitch had it coming."

After disposing Eliza, the two make their exit through the ropes, with the sounds of Metallica’s “King Nothing” accompanying them, as well as a significant amount of boos from the Japanese crowd, on their way out of the ring.

[align=center]:: Backstage ::[/align]

We join Fox Strife backstage at the catering table. He is loading a plate up with meat and cheese. He pulls a beer bottle from his hip pocket and opens it by unscrewing it with his teeth. He spits the bottle cap out, takes a long swig of beer and stares at the camera.

Fox Strife: You cannot believe how honored I am to be here in Tokyo Japan, perhaps the Wrestling Capital of the World, Madison Square Garden ain’t got shit on this place.

Fox takes a look around, obviously looking nervous.

Fox Strife: It’s been far too quiet around here lately… I mean sure, there’s the usual groups of people arguing among themselves over insignificant things, or men fighting each other with burning hatred for absolutely no reason at all… But I don’t know… there’s been this undoubted silence for weeks now…

Fox took another sip of his beer, and placed a cube of Craft cheese in his mouth with the help of a toothpick.

Fox Strife: But today man… today… today there’s been this chill in the air, and I’m not talking about the weather… it’s as if there’s someone watching me all the time… someone other than the tens and twenties of stagehands, production guys, thousands of fans, and assistants… it’s an eerie feeling…

Fox took a big sip from his bottle, and looked over his shoulder,

Fox Strife: The entire world is watching, yet… I don’t know…

Fox catches a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and quickly turns, arching his neck in the direction it came from, Fox grips the beer bottle tightly in his hand, he turns it upside down and allows the rest of the beer to pour out onto the floor, he grips the bottle tightly, ready to use it as a weapon. His eyes dart left, and then right, listening for something… anything

Sudden Voice: MR. FOX STRIFE!

Fox suddenly jerks backward as someone grabs him by the shoulder; he backhands the guy and draws back ready to bring the beer bottle down over the person’s skull!

The smaller man drops to his knees, holding a microphone and quivering in fear whilst gripping the side of his face! Behind him is our cameraman, and it finally dawns on Fox that he just bitch slapped the newest addition to AWL’s production team, Interviewer Jamie Irish!

Irish would stand 5 feet 11 inches; he weighs around 210 and is wearing a Nirvana t-shirt. He has messy green and black hair, matted up with hair gel and other hair care products, his face looks like a human pin cushion, loaded with facial piercings including a big steel stud sticking out of his lower lip.

Jamie: AHHHHH!!! DON’T HIT ME!!! DON’T HIT ME!!!

Fox takes a step outside him self for a split second and soon helps the kid up, he pulls him up by the arm and begins dusting him off and apologizing profusely.

Fox Strife: Jesus Christ James, don’t sneak up on me like that! I was liable to break your neck!

Jamie rubs his right cheek, which has a big red hand print splattered out across it,

Jamie: I think you smacked my jaw loose from my head!

Fox Strife: What the hell do you want anyway Jamie, Jack mentioned that you weren’t supposed to start until next week when we head back to the states.

Jamie: Jack said for me to come to you for an interview, wanted to get your thoughts about being in Tokyo, if I had known you were going to beat me I would have said screw it!

Fox Strife: Calm down you little creep! I’ve been on edge lately; I can’t shake this funny feeling that someone is watching me. It’s been this way for weeks now.

Jamie: Do you think it has anything to do with those sightings people have been talking about?

Fox Strife: Sightings?

Jamie: Yeah, there’s a rumor going around about people seeing someone really late at night when the arenas are empty, someone hanging out by the ring. People have also said they’ve seen someone sneaking around near the loading bays and the parking lot. Why, just the other night one of the ring crew said they saw what looked like a man loading lawn equipment into an old beat up truck in the parking lot.

Fox Strife: What’s wrong with someone loading up lawn equipment?

Jamie: Come on Fox, at 3 in the morning, in a deserted parking lot at the Nagasaki Prefectural Gymnasium? At 3 in the morning Fox, come on man.

Fox Strife: On second thought that does sound kind of creepy… Look… I don’t know anything about any sightings, it’s as if everyone’s seen them but me, and all I get are these feelings I’m being watched, even when I’m alone and no one at all is even possibly around.

Jamie: Chalk it up to paranoia?

Fox Strife: I guess so… not sure… anyways, you should put some ice on that Jamie, before it starts to swell.

Jamie Irish places his hand back on his red cheek and kind of frowns,

Jamie: Yeah, I suppose I ought to, everywhere I go I'm a freaking punching bag, it's a curse. Listen, I’ll catch up with you later, get your real thoughts on the show and everything.

Fox Strife: No problem, Jamie… Get that taken care of.

Jamie nods and sort of half smiles as he and his cameraman turn and exit the room…

Fox takes a deep breath and closes his eyes…

Fox Strife: … Paranoid… that’s it… I’m just paranoid… it’s all in my head… its all my nerves…

[align=center]…










“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”[/align]

Fox suddenly jumps as a sudden scream rips right through the catering area, the scream is coming from the direction Jamie and the cameraman just went, Fox takes off running and comes to the door into the hallway leading to the production area, he swings it open and his expression turns pale, he walks through the doorway into a scene of absolute carnage left in the wake of a Genocidal attack! Fox looks absolutely shocked as his eyes fall upon the cluster of wounded security guards, interviewers, and camera crewmen, all of them groggy and moaning painfully as they peel themselves from the concrete floor.

With a sympathizing “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?” Fox shakes his head and reaches for the nearest man, the same interviewer that graced the screen in the previous moments before being bulldozed through a table momentarily after leaving the catering area. Jamie, still somewhere between now and next Sunday, openly accepts the hand, and is pulled to his feet.

Jamie: It was… TERRIBLE… He just came… out of nowhere!!!

Fox Strife: WHO DID? Who came out of nowhere? Who did this Jamie?!?!?

Jamie looked around, his eyes glazed over; he was obviously still knocked loopy,

Jamie: A man… A big man… He carried a large red mallet… wrapped in barbed wire… He took out the guards instantly, they never seen it… coming… he came in, and WHAM… so quick… so precise…

Fox shook Jamie, trying to snap him out of being dazed,

Fox Strife: Did he SAY anything?

Jamie looked around as if he were lost,

Jamie: He… He said… He said to tell the… to tell the Wild Wombat that… Death can’t save him…

Fox stood there as paramedics began to arrive, he couldn’t believe what his ears had just heard… suddenly, he got that chill in the air and he once again felt as if he were being watched. Fox looked over his shoulder…

[align=center]… Nothing…[/align]

[align=center] :: Flag Match ::
: Diamond Championship :
Solomon Black © vs Mustafa Ataullah[/align]

Zooming back in on the commentator’s deck, we rejoin the every-day straight man, figuratively, Steven Travis, and the colorfully indiscriminant and never constant, Nikki Cooley, on the mic.

Steven: “Well Nikki, we just witnessed a very exciting opener in Travis Bane vs. Eliza Slaine, one that saw neither individual win! It was officially announced as a No-Contest, but not before the self-proclaimed Enforcer of AWL, Mike Stryker, sided with Travis Bane!

Nikki: “You bet your ass, Care Bear, and what it means for the tag team division is that there’s a new threat that EVERYBODY should watch out for!

Steven: “Did you… Just call me Care Bear!?

Nikki: “You bet, ya’ damned fruit cake, now tell me, what’re you gonna’ do about it!?

Steven: “… WELL, back on schedule, it seems to be time for the next match to begin; a match that has much more at stake that just the Action Wrestling League Diamond Championship, there is also the matter of pride and country on the line, as Solomon Black defends the belt he has had for as long as I can remember against controversial newcomer, Mustafa Ataullah.

Nikki : “This is definitely one of the best surprises of the Tokyo Clash card, Steven, because, let’s face it, until this week, neither one of these men had spoken a bad word about the other, nor had they been seen together in any sort of capacity, but hey, how can I fault Jack Sparrows for pitting Black against probably THE hottest man in the Action Wrestling League; Mustafa Ataullah!?

Steven: “I don’t know about you, Nikki, but I think letting this guy into the fed was a bad idea to begin with. He’s done nothing but tarnish the reputation of AWL, and has given it a bad name with his rants and raves about how our nation is a horrible, despotic place to live!

Nikki: “You know, I’ll be frank, I love this country, and when Mustafa went up against my Foxy two weeks ago, I was SURELY not pulling for him, but let’s face it, Steven, in Mustafa we have a guy who, like it or not, is here to stay. And Steven, honestly, I doubt you’d be brave enough to say what you just said if you were standing before that near 7-foot behemoth-…

Steven: “Well… be it as it may, Nikki, if there’s anybody who can backup their words and take a guy like Mustafa Ataullah to the cleaners, it’s Solomon Black. Here we have a guy who’s taken on the likes of The Milehigh Madman, Drake Love, AND Mike Stryker, and emerged from both confrontations with the belt. This is a guy who’s gone through hell to keep that belt, and I believe Solomon when he says that that has become his property; Solomon Black IS the Diamond Champion, as far as I’m concerned.

Nikki: “Gee, and it’s usually ME that they keep on telling to stay neutral… Anyway, here comes Kevin Sputnik, looks like it’s time for the match to begin!

As we cut to Kevin Sputnik in the middle of the ring, the lights dim in the arena, causing the Tokyo crowd to buzz in anticipation. Raising the mic to his mouth, Kevin says those all-too crucial words;

Kevin: “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the Action Wrestling League DIAMOND CHAMPIONSHIP match!

Cue the crowd pop.

Kevin: “The following contest will be a one-on-one, singles match, and will be contested under FLAG MATCH rules! Meaning that the flag and flag pole that each contestant brings with him to the ring will be the ONLY legal weapons in this match!!

The crowd goes wild as Nikki exclaims;

Nikki: “Did you hear that, Steven!? These two juggernauts are going to beat the living hell out of each other with flag poles! How awesome is that!?!?

But before Steven can answer, a series of gold, green, and red lights begin to blanket the entryway, as a nameless imam cries out;

[align=center]"ALLAHHHHHH HU AKBAR!"[/align]

The thousands in attendance begin to stir as "Lebanese Blonde" by Thievery Corporation plays through the PA system. Their reaction is as mixed as the color combination of lights emanating from the entry ramp.

Steven: “This is a man who, frankly, disgusts me, Nikki. He is somebody who spits on everything America stands for and, try as they might, nobody has been able to overcome this monster so far, not K-Kliq and not Bryce Whysper, but it’s up to Solomon Black to put an end to his charades… Charades like that!!!

Said Steven angrily, pointing out that Mustafa Ataullah had arrived on the entry ramp, engulfed by the gold, red and green lights, and had arrived with his very own flag; that of an American flag purposefully stitched upside down.

Kevin: “Introducing first, the challenger; hailing from Riyadh in the nation of Saudi Arabia, and standing in at 6 foot 11, weighting 324 lbs., and representing the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA-…

Steven: “WHAT!? THAT’S RIDICULOUS!

Kevin: “MUUUUUSTAFA AAAAAAAHTAULAH!!!

The boos from the Japanese fans become a bit more prevalent as Mustafa reaches the top of the entry ramp, and raises his arms up to the heavens, ignoring the crowd’s jeers point-blank. Waving the mockery of Old Glory around, as though he were proud of it, Mustafa then makes his way to the ring, staring at the ring with a scowl that only a mother could love, then, as he gets to ringside, he uses the middle ring ropes to pull himself up onto the apron then, stepping over the ropes, makes his way to the middle of the ring and poses again, waving the upside-down flag in pure bemusement, just to spite the already hateful fans, as his music and entrance cut out.

Nikki: “Look, Steven, he may be “un-American”, but let’s face it, the guy’s talented, here’s here to stay, he’s hungrier than most of the roster put together and, most importantly, he’s here to put on one hell of a show!

Steven: “One can only hope…

Nikki: “Oh… Quit being such a Negative Nancy, you spoil-sport, and have some fucking fun for once!

However, just as you thought it was safe to turn all of the arena lights back on, they suddenly all go off again, save for a few small lights lining the entrance. "I Against I" by Mos Def and Massive Attack begins to play through the PA System, while the lights that are turned on, remain so and begin to pulse in rhythm with the beat of the song, causing the crowd to get riled up in anticipation for the arrival of a certain individual. At about 10 seconds in, a video trailer exhibiting the Diamond Champion’s exploits, victories, and greatest moments, begins to roll on the Jumbotron screen, causing a rise in the stir of the fans.

Steven: “Here comes the man they call “DARKSTAR”!!

Nikki: “Just don’t wet yourself when he comes out here…

We’re now 58 seconds in, and that’s when the lyrics begin, a spotlight hits the entryway, and the AWL Diamond Champion, Solomon Black, sporting both the Diamond Championship and a true, politically-correct, version of Old Glory, steps through the curtains and makes his way to the top of the entry ramp, to the roaring cheers of the Japanese crowd.

Kevin: “Introducing second; hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina, and standing in at 6 feet, 2 inches, weighing in at 245 lbs., ALSO representing the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, he is your ACTION WRESTLING LEAGUE DIAMOND CHAMPION, SOOOOOLOMON, “DARKSTAR”, BLAAAAAAACK!!!!

Steven: “Wow, who knew that Solomon Black was so over with the Japanese crowd?

Nikki: “It says on his dirtsheet that he’s done a tour or two of Japan, and that his matches earned him a great deal of notoriety.

Surveying the crowd cautiously, Solomon Black waves the American flag proudly, then, as fast as a blur, locks eyes with those belonging to Mustafa Ataullah, standing in the middle of the ring, giving Solomon just as much of a displeased look. Creeping slowly towards the ring and making his way down to ringside, Solomon hesitates for a moment in order to shift the Diamond Championship belt on his shoulder, then slides in the ring, making carefully sure that Old Glory does not get dragged along the mat, and then gets to his feet as quick as possible, staring down an intimidating, tall Mustafa Ataullah, cautiously in the aim of avoiding a cheap shot.

Nikki: “Wow, the electricity in that ring is amazing!

Steven: “Yeah, and if I were Solomon Black, I wouldn’t take my eyes off of Mustafa Ataullah, too.

The lights in the arena begin to readjust normally, as Solomon Black scales down from the near-turnbuckle, finished playing with the fans, and turns to senior AWL referee Bret Maxwell who beckons both men to come towards the middle of the ring. Both men, albeit cautiously, abide by the refs rules and, as he demands them, gives him both flags. The ref then goes to the corner behind Solomon and sticks the flag in the custom holster behind the ring post, and does likewise with Mustafa’s mock flag, sticking it in the corner behind him. As the crowd practically drools in anticipation, the ref takes Solomon Black’s Diamond Championship, as the champ looks at it adorningly for perhaps his final time, raises it up in the air, and hands it to an off-camera stagehand, simultaneously calling for the bell to start the match.

*DING**DING*

Steven: “And there you have it, folks, the match for the Diamond Championship is officially underway!

Stretching out with the ring ropes, Solomon Black stares intensely over his shoulder at his adversary, Mustafa Ataullah, who hadn’t budged a single bit since bell had rung, and had his massive forearms crisscrossed over one another, his fists folded under his armpits.

Nikki: “Solomon had better keep his focus on Mustafa, otherwise Mustafa will decapitate him just like he did to K-Kliq during his debut match here at AWL!

Having had enough of the early stalemate, Solomon Black cautiously made his way towards the near-7 foot giant and, looking him dead in the eye, did what many would not dare to do;

He reached back, and slapped the taste out of Mustafa Ataullah’s mouth.

*SLAP!*

Steven: “DEAR LORD, that was loud!

Nikki: “What the hell is Solomon thinking, Steven! By doing that, he’s only guaranteeing that Mustafa’ll take the American flag, and use it to wring Solomon’s head off!!!

However, as the crowd “OOOHHHHED” in reaction to the blow, a grinning Solomon Black was taken aback as Mustafa Ataullah’s massive body began to shake. Shake in laughter, that is. And as he turned his head back to face Solomon Black, whose expression had clearly changed from good to bad, he parted the massive grin that had formed between his lips, and despite having a red hand print where Solomon had left his mark, began to inaudibly taunt Solomon, and lean over, pointing to his chin in the process of daring Solomon to hit him again.

Steven: “GOOD GOD! He’s asking for ANOTHER shot like that!?

However, as Solomon reached back for another shot, Mustafa caught him off-guard with a high-knee to the gut, hooked his left arm, and heaved him up and over with a massive hip-toss that sent Solomon Black reeling.

Nikki: “A three-foot drop onto YOUR ass like that’ll make you feel like you have hemorrhoids for a week!!!

Steven: “Are we speaking from experience here, Nikki?

Nikki: “About taking a hip-toss like that? Or about the hemorrhoids?

Steven: “Who wants to know?-

Nikki: “My fist.

Steven: “Well then… Um… The hip-toss it is-… OW THAT HURT!

Nikki: “Next time it’ll be your face, twerp.

Steven: “

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Solomon Black had just gotten up to his feet using the far-side ropes and continued to stare long and hard into the cold, bloodthirsty eyes of Mustafa Ataullah, but, not even taking a reprieve, Solomon Black charged at Mustafa, engaging him in tie-up in the hopes of forcing the behemoth into the opposite corner, but after a moment or two, Mustafa engaged his powerful might and tossed Solomon Black back a foot, causing the Champion so have to roll with the toss in order to land on his feet. Shaken slight, but not deterred, Solomon Black rushed right back in to tie-up with Mustafa again, and was subsequently tossed-back a second time.

Nikki: “I hope Solomon doesn’t plan on trying to out-power Mustafa Ataullah because, frankly, even at 245lbs., there’s NO WAY you could move THIS mountain of a man!

Wising up to the fact that this wasn’t the best of strategies, Solomon Black shook the cobwebs and, after a brief moment, charged Mustafa Ataullah again, this time ducking under his arms and assuming the rear position behind the mammoth, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist. As Mustafa struggled to free himself, Solomon Black took advantage of the distraction, and began trying to take out one the giant’s legs out from under him however this too failed, as Mustafa reached around and delivered a heavy blow behind Solomon’s head, one that sent him reeling into the corner where the American flag lay.

Steven: “Even I have to admit that Solomon Black has his work cut out for him, because chopping down a cherry tree the size of this despicable human being is NOT going to be easy.

Mustafa Ataullah propped Solomon Black up in the corner and, smiling sadistically, anchored himself using the ropes, and stuck out his massive-sized boot, putting it right in the face and neck of Solomon Black, choking the ever-loving life out of him as Solomon squirmed to the tune of referee Bret Maxwell counting Mustafa off for an illegal choke, getting to four before the behemoth put his boot down, causing Solomon Black to slink down to the second rope.

Steven: “An illegal boot choke… Honestly Nikki, who in the WORLD would want a man like this to be our Diamond Champion!?

Nikki: “Well, as far as I know, there is one man who DOES want Mustafa Ataullah to become the Diamond Champion, and that’s Mustafa Ataullah himself!

Gloating to the crowd, Mustafa Ataullah stepped away from the turnbuckle, raising his hands to the heavens and ignoring the boos and jeers of the crowd, as well as Solomon Black, feeling around his neck, slowly getting up to his feet using the turnbuckle ropes. As he noticed him getting up, Mustafa turned around, and began to steadily make his way back to the corner, when Solomon’s boot found itself being placed in Mustafa Ataullah’s face, causing the giant to stagger back. Looking behind himself, Solomon Black noticed the American flag that he had brought to the ring, and as Mustafa Ataullah began to charge back, guns blazing, he took the flag out of it’s holster and beat the butt of the pole right smack dab into Mustafa’s on-coming forehead, causing him to drop to one knee, visibly shaken.

Steven: “OOOOooooh… I don’t care HOW big you are, a shot like THAT will stop damn well near ANYBODY, and give them one hell of a bruise, too!

Having the advantage for the first time in the match, Solomon Black decided that if it works once, it’s bound to work again, and so he took the butt of the pole, and as Mustafa Ataullah began to hold his head with his right hand, jabbed the pole right into his hand, causing Mustafa to expose his forehead while shaking his right hand in pain, and with the accuracy of a sharpshooter, hit him right between the yes with it, causing the big man to slowly tilt over, before crashing fully to the mat.

Nikki: “Holy shit! He just knocked Mustafa Ataullah to the floor with that flag pole!!!

As the crowd began to cheer, Solomon seized the moment and began to wave the flag about proudly for all to see which, in all fairness, did garner a fair share of boos because of the match taking place in Japan and what-not. However, ever-vigilant, Solomon did not allow his taunting to distract him from the fact that it seemed that Mustafa Ataullah was coming to after the blunt pole shots, and sprinted around to Mustafa’s backside, taking the American flag and wrapping it around Mustafa’s throat.

Steven: “Yeah, Solomon! Show that cutthroat bastard not to disrespect Old Glory EVER again!

However, just as it seemed that Mustafa was going to turn a shade of blue, the behemoth found the inner-strength to pull himself up to his feet, albeit bent-over from being choked with the flag by the considerably shorter Solomon Black, and found Solomon Black’s head of hair. Then, with a considerable amount of strength, Mustafa Ataullah roared a mighty roar and, taking Solomon Black by the hair, sent the Diamond Champion tumbling towards and through the middle rope to the outside, taking the American flag, pole and all, with him.

Steven: “GOOD GRIEF that was a feat of strength! He just sent a 200 pound plus man flying through the middle rope!

Nikki: “Seeing Mustafa Ataullah maul ANYBODY in that ring is a treat to see, folks, and despite me and my colleague’s opinions concerning the man and his views, this is one guy who’s clearly here to put up a fight!

As the referee pushed Mustafa back from the ropes, in order to begin his ten-count, Mustafa looked towards one of the corner turnbuckles that had no flag nor flag holster adorning it and, bearing an oh-so vicious smile, approached the turnbuckle and, making sure that the referee had his attention on Solomon Black, who was slowly getting to his feet, placed his hand on the soft felt, and with one might clawing tear, tore the turnbuckle covering clear off.

Steven: “Hey ref, are you blind! The guy’s clearly cheating! He’s making weaponry out of the ring itself!

However, the referee was too busy shouting ”8!” at Solomon Black, who had just put one leg on top of the ring apron, and was slowly sliding under the second rope, the American flag in hand, when Mustafa Ataullah ended the count by putting the boots to Solomon Black, drawing a considerable amount of heel heat from the audience.

Steven: “Taking advantage of a guy just trying to get in the ring… Where does this Mustafa Ataullah get off on, eh!? He’s a no good, psychotic, snake in the grass, who’s only out here to cause as much pain and suffering as he can!

Nikki: “And to win title, Steven, after all, that IS what this here match is about!

As Mustafa looked down on the barely mobile Solomon Black with a smile, he helped Black up to his feet unceremoniously and, with the care of crack-addict handling fine china, took Solomon Black up in his arms, and ran into the turnbuckle, crushing his spine against it. Solomon Black cried out in pain, but a quick jab to the face by Mustafa Ataullah quickly muted his cries, in fact it was the first of many shots for, as per usual, Mustafa’s rage had manifested itself in a relentless assault, reminiscent of famous Japanese wrestling legend Kenta Kobashi, and he unleashed a vicious series of punches and kicks at Solomon’s figure, enough so that by the time that referee Bret Maxwell had to forcibly restrain Mustafa, Solomon Black had dropped all the way to the ground, limp.

Steven: “That’s just sick! That’s not even a wrestling move, it’s just a series of punches and kicks!

Nikki: “So, by that logic, are you saying that my Foxy’s Lights Out shouldn’t be considered a move?

Steven: “Well of course not, Nikki! Fox’s Superkick is a move with actual grace and beauty, but that legalized assault we just witnessed? That’s not what wrestling ought to be about…

As Mustafa turned away from Solomon, he began to smile and, as previously, raised his arms in the air, staring at the ceiling at, presumably, his own glory, much to the crowd chagrin. However, there would be no pole to save Solomon Black this time, but instead, as Mustafa Ataullah returned to find Solomon Black standing up again, fed up and angrier than a bull seeing red, Solomon Black would reverse his and Mustafa’s positions, giving him a taste of his own fury by letting loose a series of right and left hooks that caused Mustafa to cover up his face in fear of being knocked the hell out!

Nikki: “Now that your favorite, Solomon Black, did the exact same thing, I bet it’s all good now, eh Stevie?

Solomon Black, being forced back by the ref, turned to the crowd and began yelling at Mustafa indiscriminately, causing the crowd to go wild. And as the ref moved away, Solomon Black looked to Irish whip Mustafa Ataullah into the opposite corner, unaware of the unexposed surprise that await he who met it, but as Mustafa took a few steps, he held onto Solomon Black’s arm, and reversed the move as well as simultaneously tripping the Diamond Champion, sending Solomon skyrocketing into the exposed steel, as Mustafa fell down from the force exerted from the counter.

Steven: “OH GOD, Nikki, did you see how he hit that exposed steel!? That must’ve took the air RIGHT out of him-… Oh look at that… He’s bleeding!!

As the referee went to check on the ringpost to see if the covering were still re-attachable, which it clearly wasn’t the cameras zoomed in on Solomon Black, holding his face which now bore the resemblance of a crimson mask from hitting squarely on the exposed, sharp steel. Meanwhile, a deviously grinning Mustafa Ataullah, now on all fours, looked over at Solomon Black as he rolled around the ground, in pain, and quickly crawled over to where Solomon lay, hooking his leg as he yelled for the ref to count the pin.

”ONE!”

”TWO!”

”KICKOUT!!!!”

Nikki: “We we’re THIS close to crowning a new Diamond Champion, Steven! But Solomon Black has gone through A LOT to win and hold onto that belt, and I don’t think he’s going to let a little blood stop him now!

Irritated about not getting the pinfall, Mustafa Ataullah began to immediately lay into Solomon Black, connecting with a series of rights before taking his right hand, placing it over the exposed part of Solomon Black’s forehead, and smearing Solomon Black’s blood across his chest.

Steven: “The man is using Solomon Black’s blood as war paint, I mean, what kind of message is that supposed to send to children!?

Nikki: “Quit being a drama queen, Steven… Kids don’t even fucking watch our show, well, except for one… That being YOU.

Steven: “Cute, Nikki… REAL cute.

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Mustafa Ataullah had finally taken out his un-American flag out of it’s holster for the first time in the night, waving it in a mock rendition of Solomon Black’s earlier performance, before making his way over to Solomon Black, who had rolled over ,and was barely on all fours, before taking the pole end of the flag, and caning Black over the back with it, causing the Champion to fall flat on his face, and hold his back, writhing in pain. Laughing sadistically, Mustafa Ataullah began to brutally beat the back of the man they call Darkstar, hitting him half a dozen more times, before kicking him in the chest, causing the ref to check on Solomon to see if he wanted to continue.

Steven: “Well, sadly, the tables are turned and it’s Mustafa with the pole in hand now… But frankly, I doubt that even THAT will stop Solomon Black from coming back to defeat this menace!

Nikki: “Yawn. Steven, frankly, you’re boring me, because I can’t see how you don’t notice how beautiful it is to see these two men, with NO prior history of one another, deliver such a vicious, bloody brawl with a title on the line! It’s just amazing!...

Steven: “…You’re weird, you know.

Nikki: “And you have no room to talk, so shut up.

Solomon Black looked up at the referee and shook his head no when asked if he wanted to quit. Mustafa Ataullah, bemused by this, descended upon Solomon as a vulture would and took him by his blood-stained hair, slapping him disrespectfully around the face. However, Solomon Black would have none of this and, dispatching Mustafa with a lightning-quick right to the face, sent the big man staggering, and due to Mustafa already having to bend his knees to get down to slap Solomon in the first place, Solomon Black as able to land a desperation chop block to the back of Mustafa Ataullah’s right knee. As the big man fell to one knee, Solomon saw his chance, and bounding off of the near ropes, landed a picture perfect dropkick to Mustafa Ataullah’s back, flooring the monster. Quickly on the offense, and responding to the roar of the crowd, Solomon Black ran over to Mustafa and began to fold the monster’s legs in position for one of his deadliest moves. Finally crisscrossing his legs, Solomon Black began pulling back on Mustafa Ataullah, in a predicament that could only be described in two words;

Steven: “BLACK LIGHT! BLACK LIGHT! Solomon Black’s got the Black Light locked-…

But before Steven could finish his joyous outburst, the unexpected started to happen. Solomon Black, holding on for dear life behind the blood that still fell from his forehead all over his face, was forced up onto his feet by Mustafa Ataullah who, roaring and screaming like a veritable lion, began pulling himself up using his arms and, with one defiant roar, towed the near 600 lbs. of total weight to the ropes, causing Solomon Black to have to drop the hold, much to his chagrin.

Nikki: “Mustafa Ataullah just powered out of Solomon Black’s strongest move… Is there ANYTHING in Solomon’s arsenal that can take the big man down!?

It seemed as though Solomon Black was thinking the same thing, for he kicked the ring mat in disbelief. However, not allowing the fact that Mustafa had escaped the Black Light to doubt himself, Solomon immediately went on the offensive, putting the boots to Mustafa Ataullah. Then he quickly made his way towards the American flag, which had been lying on the ground near the bottom rope for some time now, and as Mustafa got up to all fours, took the flag pole part of the weapon and applied a more metal version, if you will, of the Camel Clutch, pressing the bar tightly around Mustafa’s throat. But as Solomon kept digging the bar in tighter and tighter, it only strengthened Mustafa Ataullah’s resolve, for he slowly made his way up to one knee, then onto the other, but just as Mustafa had gotten up onto both feet, Solomon jumped up and…

Steven: “BLACK LUNG WITH A FLAG POLE! Good GOD that Lungblower had to hurt!

Indeed it did for Mustafa Ataullah immediately began to writhe in all directions as the Japanese crowd popped loudly. Ever the opportunist, Solomon Black looked to make good on his momentum-shifting maneuver, and rolled Mustafa Ataullah onto his back.

”ONE!”

”TWO!”

”TH-!” POWER OUT!

Nikki: “Woah! Did you see THAT!? Mustafa just tossed Solomon Black a good 2 or three feet, as though he were a sack of friggin’ potatoes!

Solomon Black sat-up immediately, shaking his head slightly, and looked over at Mustafa Ataullah, whom, despite having kicked out of the move, was still clearly in agonizing pain, and quickly made his way towards Mustafa, hooking his legs together in the hopes of locking in another Black Light.

Steven: “Solomon Black is going for a second Black Light! This can only spell disaster for Mustafa Ataullah!

However, this would not be the case, for buckling under the pressure of trying to fold together the behemoths legs, Solomon Black would leave himself wide open to a closed fist shot by Mustafa Ataullah, which would cause Solomon to stagger quite a bit, for the punch had hit him right where the exposed turnbuckle had cut him earlier. Standing up while being admonished by Bret Maxwell, Mustafa shrugged off the ref’s warning as well as the boos of the Japanese crowd, took the American flag pole that had landed next to Mustafa after Solomon landed the Black Lung, and turned towards Solomon Black with an evil look in his eye.

Nikki: “I love it when these guys’ eyes get like that, because it can only mean that all forms of senseless violence and overall pain are on the way!

Indeed Nikki was correct, for as Mustafa Ataullah approached Solomon Black, he took the American flag pole, and stuck it between Solomon’s legs. As the surprised Diamond Champion looked on, Mustafa then took a handle on each end of the flag pole, and lifted it it up into the air, with Solomon Black straddling it as a kind of unwilling divider.

Steven: “What the-…?

But before Steven could contest the unorthodox positioning, Mustafa Ataullah bellowed a massive roar and, in one fluid motion, let the flag pole drop out of his hands, took his left arm and went under Solomon’s left arm and neck, and completed a nasty looking uranage onto the flag pole.

Steven: “WOW… That was one hell of a move!!!

As the Japanese crowd gave a mixed reaction to the apparent variation of the Muso that Mustafa just performed, the challenger did not let up on Solomon Black so easily, for he quickly descended upon Solomon Black and hooked his leg for a pin;

Nikki: “This could be it!!

”ONE!”

”TWO!”

”THREE-!” NO!!!

Somehow, Solomon Black found the strength to kick out of the pinfall, much to Mustafa Ataullah’s disbelief.

Steven: “Whew… That was a close one, we almost had ourselves a new Diamond Champion there! Hey, wait a minute, where is Mustafa going…?

Just as Steven had pointed out curiously, Mustafa Ataullah, fed up with how the match was going, had stepped through the ring ropes and sauntered off the ring apron, making a beeline for where the AWL timekeeper was. With about as much dignity as a man just busted for streaking at 4 in the morning, the timekeeper was forcibly removed from his seating location by Mustafa Ataullah, and the steel chair that he was sitting in now found itself being wielded by Mustafa’s hands.

Steven: “The ref has to put a stop to this! It’s intolerable!! Mustafa KNOWS that he can’t put away Solomon Black, so he has to resort to filthy tricks like this!!!

Sliding into the ring, Mustafa Ataullah held the steel chair behind him as referee Bret Maxwell continued to check up on Solomon Black who, despite having lost a significant amount of blood from his head from the gash on his forehead, still managed to pull himself up. But just as Mustafa looked as though he was going to swing for the fences, Bret Maxwell turned around, saw the chair in Mustafa’s hands, and immediately began trying to confiscate it. Mustafa, of course, would have none of this, and quickly shook the referee off of the chair, but as he raised it to strike Solomon Black with, boy was he surprised to see Solomon Black leap into mid-air and execute a picture perfect dropkick into the steel chair right in Mustafa’s grill.

Nikki: “Ohhhh… Now that HAD to hurt-… Look at that, Solomon’s setting something up!

Indeed he was, for as Mustafa dropped the chair straight to the ground and staggered backwards slightly, Solomon Black quickly upped back onto his feet, doubled Mustafa over with a vicious toe kick, pulled Mustafa towards where the steel chair lay, and underhooking both arms, signaled for what could be the end.

Steven: “DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB-… CONNECTS!!! THIS IS IT! IT’S OVER!!!

As the Japanese crowd roared in approval, they helped Bret Maxwell make the pinfall count as Solomon Black rolled an arm onto Mustafa Ataullah’s frame.

”ONE!”

”TWO!”

”THREE!”…

NO!!!!!


Mustafa got his right foot on the bottom rope.

Steven: “NOOO! AUGH!!!... SO CLOSE!!!

Solomon Black, barely conscious enough to tell what had happened, rolled onto his back, exhausted, as the referee began to make the ten count, with the crowd counting along, in Japanese, in unison;

”ONE!”

”TWO!”

”THREE!”

”FOUR!”

”FIVE!”

”SIX!”

”SEVEN!”

”EIGHT!”

Steven: “It’s going to be close! Come on, Solomon, get up!!!!

”NINE!”

Just as “NINE!” escaped the lips of the referee, both men had somehow made it onto their feet and, to the delight of the Tokyo crowd, converged on the middle of the ring, with Mustafa Ataullah sluggishly making the first punch, one that send Solomon Black staggering slightly. Solomon returned with one of his own, knocking the giant back a bit.

Nikki: “These two are going to slug at it until one of them gives, and at this point, I don’t know if either one of them has a weak enough will TO give up!

However, as Mustafa reared back for another punch, Solomon Black caught it with his forearm and, seizing the opening, began to berate the challenger with a series of blows to the face. Then, with the momentum clearly in his favor, Solomon Black pushes Mustafa into the ropes and Irish Whipped the 300 plus pounder across the ring, bounding himself off the ropes he had just thrown Mustafa off of, and charging the big man, somersaulting in mid-air and landing a huge jumping neckbreaker. Feeling pumped up, Solomon Black jumped back onto his feet and began rallying the crowd for it’s support, and as Mustafa slowly got up to one knee, Solomon Black placed his head between his legs, signaling for the end all to be all of moves.

Steven: “SOLOMON BLACK IS CALLING FOR THE SHATTERSTAR!!!! THIS WILL BE THE END OF MUSTAFA ATAUHLLAH- OH NO!!

What was Steven “OH NO!”-ing about? The fact that Mustafa Ataullah’s arm had found its way between Solomon Black’s legs in a very sensitive spot, causing the Diamond Champion to teeter over in pain, just as referee Bret Maxwell had had his back turned, ridding the ring of the steel chair used earlier.

Steven: “A LOW BLOW!? NO! NOT LIKE THIS! NOT LIKE THIS!

As Solomon doubled over in pain, he made the mistake of turning his back on Mustafa Ataullah who reached between his legs and pulled Solomon Black down to the mat, catching him off-guard yet again with a School Boy.

Nikki: “SCHOOL BOY!

Referee Bret Maxwell turned around just in time to fling himself upon the mat to make the count, unaware that Mustafa had a fistful of Solomon Black’s tights.

Steven: “NO! HE’S GOT THE TIGHTS!! KICK OUT SOLOMON!

”ONE!”

”TWO!”

”THREE!!!!”

*DING**DING*

Nikki: “NEW DIAMOND CHAMPION!

Steven: “AUGGHGHGHGHG!!!!

Kevin: “The winner and NEWWWW AWL Diamond Champion, MUUUUUSTAFA AAHHHHHTAUHLAH!!!!

“Lebanese Blonde” by Thievery Corporation began to ring through the PA system as a hail of boos descended upon Mustafa Ataullah, covered in the blood of Solomon Black, as he stood up, laughing maniacally, tearing his hand away from the ref as the ref tried to raise it in mid-air, and ripping the Diamond Championship away from his hand as Solomon Black, slowly struggling to his feet, made a feeble attempt of reaching out towards the title as though it were still his.

Steven: “I’m OUTRAGED! That vile, disgusting human being now has a hold on one of OUR most valued prizes, Nikki! And he had to cheat in order to steal this title away from Solomon Black!!

Nikki: “Be it as it may, we have a new Diamond Champion, Steven, so learn to live with it. As for Solomon Black, I just hope the EMTs make their way down here as fast as possible because he doesn’t look like he’s in great shape…

The EMTs, right on cue, scurry past the mammoth-sized Mustafa Ataullah as he adorns his newly won Diamond Championship on his shoulder for the very first time, making his way out of the arena to the sounds of boos and jeers from the audience who, frankly, wanted the match to continue, and onto bigger and brighter things.
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[align=center]:: Backstage ::[/align]

"As I was going to St. Ives? I met a man with seven wives. Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kittens. Kittens, cats, sacks, wives, How many were going to St. Ives? "

AJ the Bomb, primed and ready to go for his King of the Deathmatch Tournament final later on in the evening, has his feet up on a cooler as he leans back in a white metal folding chair. An American one not those cheap Japan built chairs. You know the ones that get one chairshot and the seat falls out. Nope this one is imported from the good ol USA. This one has seen better days, dented scraped a few stickers from various feds on the seat. But that can't be seen at the moment. At this very moment AJ is watching Die Hard With A Vengeance for the Millionth time. After "borrowing" tangs DVD/VHS player and someone else’s TV. As John McClane and Zeus argue over how many wives. The lights are off as he watches the screen. Panther and The TANG walk into the room and turn on the lights.

"Are you ready?"

At that comment Tang looks around in the background, getting ready to say two words. But Panther and AJ stare at him at the same time

Panther: " Don't.."

AJ The Bomb: " Just one..."

Panther: "What do you mean just one?"

AJ The Bomb: "Just the Man. "

Panther: "Come on man! Stop it with this Die Hard crap! You have watched this move a million times.."

AJ The Bomb"Million plus one."

In the background Tang notices that the DVD/VHS player is his he walks over checking it out.

Panther: "Quit bullshiting me man your match is coming up you need to get ready. This is our chance to prove we are not screwing around! Are you pumped?"

AJ The Bomb: " Yeah I got it, tonight I take down one of AWL's "Superstars". "

Panther: "You don't sound ready to me… Tang."

With that Tang steps up and hits STOP on the DVD player. Then takes out Die Hard and throws it across the room. AJ jumps out of his seat staring at Tang.

Panther: "Get pissed... get fired up! This is it… The last match in the whole tourny! You are going to win this… For you… and THE PUPPET MASTERS!"

The Tang: "Do it for John McClane!"

Panther shoots a glare at Tang who just shrugs. Panther turns back to AJ. AJ is staring straight forward at the wall and breathing heavily. His shoulders going up and down as he is now focused and can feel the adrenalin pumping. AJ then turns and faces the camera.

AJ The Bomb: "Tonight one man stands in the way of my path... to the TOP! Tonight Ash becomes just another stepping stone. I am going to WIN this match… and this tourny. You are going to have to summon Godzillia himself to stop me Koop. Panther, Tang...get the damn podium ready because after I win this… we are having a special celebration… for everyone to see. Remember this A.K....nothing personal... YOU JUST LIT THE FUSE!!"

With that AJ lets out a yell as he kicks the door open and marches out of the locker room, having The Tang and Panther follow suit.

[align=center]:: Hardcore Championship Match ::
Eros Mako © vs Cash Parker[/align]

Nikki Cooley: "It’s time for the Hardcore Title match, folks!"

Steven Travis: "Yeah, this is a match promising to be SO vicious, that they’re purposefully cutting our mics so you can enjoy the full ferocity of this vicious fight without any commentating getting in the way of you having a good time!!"

Nikki Cooley: "What!? But our commentary’s key-… Oh fuck it, I’m running out of lines to say anyway…"

Ice Cube’s Greed begins to blare over the PA system as the crowd awaits Cash Parker. The music continues to play but after a moment Cash is still nowhere to be seen. The PA cuts off as the crowd sits in silence. The song kicks up again as the crowd looks around again. Cash is still nowhere in sight. After a few more tenuous seconds we finally get to see Cash, already a bloody mess and being projected though the entrance way. A trash-can wielding Marko stalks him though as Cash begs off. We hear the opening bell ring although the match is well under way. Cash is on his back sliding down the entrance walkway as Marko stalks his prey. He seems to come to a compromise with Cash but it is nothing more than a ruse as he tosses the trash can to Cash and then delivers a stiff kick smashing the can into Cash’s face. Cash rolls further down towards the ring but Marko prevents him from making it to the ring. He picks up Cash and heaves him over the security barricade into the crowd.

Eros keeps pouring on the shots to Cash’s face as they fight deep into the sea of screaming bystanders. Suddenly Cash grabs a women’s purse smashing it against Marko’s face! Eros stumbles back slamming onto the concrete floor. Parker pauses for a moment as he catches his breath. Cash rummages though the purse searching for various items. He holds onto a few while searching and finally pulls out what appears to be a female pleasuring device. Cash turns and smacks Marko in the face with the phallic shaped object! This doesn’t really hurt Marko but instead enrages him. Eros lunges forward tackling Cash hard in the midsection. The fans cheer as the two men hit the concrete floor with Parker on his back. Marko grabs Cash’s throat and begins to strangle him, he shifts his weight to pin Cash down to the ground! Parker frantically fumbles with the few items still clinched in his hand. He finally brings an opened powder compact up to Marko’s face and with his last breath Cash blows the animal tested make-up into Marko’s eyes! Marko falls back covering his eyes and screaming in agony

Cash takes his moment of relief to search for new weapons. Parker clocks an average sized man in the face with a stiff European Uppercut that knocks the poor man out. Cash then proceeds to remove the man’s belt from his pants before returning to loom over Eros. The crowd flinches as Cash smacks the leather belt onto Eros Marko’s back! Each time a loud crack is heard and Marko clinches in suffering as the belt is draped across his flesh! Cash grabs Marko’s leg and starts dragging him back to the guardrail. He reaches down to pick up the Hardcore Champion when suddenly Marko catches him with an elbow to the gut. Marko then proceeds to introduce Cash’s face repeatedly into the security barricade. Marko then uses the barricade to leap up catching Cash upside the head with a viscous stiff kick that takes Cash over the barricade. Eros then hops over and begins to lay in some savage kicks to the upper body of the prone Parker. After he gets bored of using Cash for target practice, Marko reaches under the ring to search for some weapons. He pulls out a kendo stick which he sets against the ring. He then goes under again to pull out a wooden table and a ladder. He puts them both inside the ring and turns to grab the kendo stick. He finds the weapon, only it is now in the hands of Cash Parker who swings at Eros. The shot connects upside his head and sends Marko spiraling into the air before crashing into the ground. Cash then mounts Eros is a modified Camel Clutch choking using the kendo stick to choke Marko.

Cash finally releases his hold and gives Marko a final crack across the back before discarding the weapon. He then walks to the time table where the Hardcore Title has by this time made its way over. He picks up the belt and waits for Marko to get up. Cash is pumped up now and spittle comes from his mouth as he screams for the champ to get up. Eros is forced to use the ring apron to pull himself to his feet. Cash springs forward to crush Eros but in an amazing feat, Eros leaps up as well catching the Hardcore Title belt with his foot. He drives the belt into Cash’s face with the Rasen no Hebidoku, Eros moonsault kick. The blow sends Cash spinning away in a strange shift of gravity. Marko covers Cash.

1………..2………..3

Eros grabs his belt and looks down at the young Cash Parker. He shakes his head in disappointment before leaving the rampway. After a few moments paramedics manage to revive Cash. He looks around surprised and dazed. He comes to realize that he has lost the Hardcore Title Match in record time and pounds his fists in frustration. He pushes the medics away and grabs a mic. He slides into the ring and pushes the furniture that Marko put in earlier away with his foot.

Cash: Listen here. Eros that win was a damn fluke. You cheated you little bastard. No one can beat me that fast. It’s just not physically possible. DAMN IT!!! DAMN IT!!! DAMN IT!!!! We didn’t even go five minutes. It’s not fair!! It’s just not fair!!! I have had the best trainers money can buy!! How did I lose to a street urchin like you!!! I demand a re-match. In fact I am not done for the night. This night will not end with the great Cash Parker losing to some snot nosed punk. I want another match right here right now. Any rules, no rules, it just doesn’t matter. Come on out. Eros!!! I could care less if it is the World Champion Chill or some two bit jobber like that punk Travis Bane!!! I want a fight right now!! Someone better come out here or…………….

The lights cut out in the arena leaving a blanket of darkness and the slow monatone of Blow Me Away start. As the main portion of the song starts we see various dark blue, forest green, and blood red spotlights shoot around the dark arena. The crowd goes wild as we hear a music we haven’t heard in a long time.

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Breaking Benjamin's slow intro begins to play as the lights shoot around. When the song kicks up Drake comes out wearing a black and white cloak. The cloak is sleevelss and the hood is drawn up. Drake is also wearing black hand boxing wraps that have the letters CK (Career Killer) on each one. Suddenly Drake shoots his left arm out and a stream of pyrotechnics goes to the left. Still holding up his left arm Drake shoots out his right arm and a stream of pyrotechnics goes that way too. Drake Love raises both arms in a quick motion and pyrotechnics shoot to both sides. Drake’s music thunders throughout the arena. The noise is now deafening as he approaches a worried Cash Parker.


[align=center]“They fall in line one at a time, ready to play.
(I can't see them anyway.)
No time to lose, we've got to move. Steady the hand,
(I am losing site again!)
Fire your guns it's time to roll. Blow me away!
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Drake begins down the rampway flipping his hood off on the way down. He looks focused as his dark eyes burn with hatred. His gaze is set on a shocked Cash Parker.

[align=center]I will stay, unless I may
After the fall we'll shake it off.
Show me the way!
(Only the strongest will survive.)
Lead me to heaven, when we die.
I am the shadow on the wall; I'll be the one to save us all.
There's nothing left so save your breath.
Lying awake caught inside this tidal wave.
Your cover's blown, no where to go. Fire your guns it's time to roll. Blow me away!
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Drake comes into the ring and gets face to face with Cash Parker. He doesn’t say a word but suddenly hooks up Parker under his arms. He pops his hips throwing Cash over with a Belly to Belly Overhead Suplex that sends him crashing back first into the ladder. The bell suddenly rings and it appears we have another match on our hands. Drake peels what’s left of Parker off of the ladder only to put him back down on it. This time he introduces his front chest & head into the steel object with a Dragon DDT. Drake then looks over to see the table remaining. He sets it up before taking the ladder out from underneath the unconscious Parker. He sets the ladder up next to the table and then scoops up a limp Cash. He places him on the ladder before climbing up the otherside, He stares at the crowd with a demonic glee etched on his face. He lifts up Parker and flies off from 15 feet high in the sky. He drives the young boy’s wrecked remains though the table with an Apocalypse Chokeslam. Cash begins to convulse as the crowd stands in awe. The slaughter is not yet over though as Drake picks up the brash young man. He shoves his dead weight into the ropes and drops down to a knee. When Cash snaps back he leaps up into the air. Drake hooks Parker’s arm and neck as they spiral to the ground. Right before Drake lands on his back he hooks his legs around Cash’s rib area completing the Colorado Clutch. A ref runs down to slide into the ring. He checks on Parker but it is clear he is out cold. The bell rings and Cash has just lost two matches within a ten minute span. Drake lifts up Cash’s limp body to toss him out of the ring like old garbage. He asks for a mic and one of the stage crew hands him one.

Drake: So a few months ago I was on the fast track here in AWL. I had just come off THE greatest series in the history of the company. Solomon Black and myself put on a wrestling clinic. Not only in the epic gauntlet match but also in our now legendary Best of 5 series. Nothing in AWL can even touch that. And hey, I admit it. That series it was neck and neck with Solomon pulling out the victory in that grueling Ironman Match in the Fifth match. He was the better man that night and proved it but retaining his title. It seemed that despite my failed attempt to claim the Diamond Title, I was still one of the top men in AWL. Then that fateful night happened.

Drake pauses as he remembers the events that took him away the sport he loves. He shakes his head and goes on.

Drake: So I laid there in a coma. No connection to the outside world. I can’t really tell you what that was like, because quite frankly I don’t have any clue. However I do remembering waking up to be told by Doctors that I would never walk again, let alone wrestle. Well I spent months at home trying to recover, rehabbing, and pushing myself a little bit everyday. Watching as my former nemesis Black defended his title night in and night out. Watching a man that everyone doubted, a man that I had a past with and thought was no more than a mid-carder, I watched Chill become a true champion worthy of the belt. I saw the roster spilt and new stars flood the gate. I saw the AWL I loved change but not in a bad way. I saw it evolve. Now you can’t have a new AWL without one the pioneers. Now many of you are wondering what my main focus is now that I am back. Now, I didn’t come back looking to resume my feud with Black, nor to challenge for the Heavyweight title. I came back simply to come back. Now I have not always been the most honorable of competitors in the past but I tell you what I missed the most being gone. The fans. Each and every one of you standing on your feet in this arena. The millions of fans sitting at home in shock at the return of the MileHigh Madman. Every single one of you gave me the strength to return to this ring. And for that I thank you. Thank you all for the support, the letters, and the love you sent. I am back in AWL and I am here to entertain every wrestling fan watching this program.

Drake soaks in the crowd’s response as he points to the crowd. The “Drake” chants are so loud it seems that the building itself is shaking. They calm down a bit when Drake brings back the mic to his mouth.

Drake: Now my main focus may have shifted to pleasing the fans but don’t for one second think that is the only thing I have on my mind. I tell you this much boys and girls, it has been way too long since the world saw Drake Love as World Champion. Rurik Krychek, Dave Richmond, Blain Hamman and more importantly Chill, I look forward to your match. And boys, the Career Killer is going to have a VERY close eye on tonight’s main event. Because whoever comes out wearing that strap is only placing a bulls-eye around their waist. And I will be coming to complete my journey back in the best way I know how. As the World Heavyweight Champion. Because everyone has to pay the tollman, and everyone in AWL is way past payment.

With that Drake spins the mic out of his hand and takes another moment to spend with the crowd. He finally slides out and leaves though the fans as the maintence crew comes in to clean up the debris spewed throughout the ring.

[align=center]:: Backstage ::[/align]

Cameras cut backstage to the locker room, where the former Diamond Champion Solomon Black is walking out of the shower area. He has a towel wrapped around his waist, and his hair is still dripping wet. He glances over out of the corner of his eye and notices the camera, and turns to face it. Noticeably, he doesn't look too down or despondent... he doesn't look jubilant either, but if we hadn't witnessed it with our own eyes earlier, it would be hard to tell he lost a championship by his demeanor.

[Solomon]: Okay.. So let me preface this by saying -- Yeah, it does suck that I lost, and it does suck that I lost the Diamond Championship. It sucks, because I pretty much guaranteed a win, and I didn't come through. Even though he had to cheat like a dirty circus monkey to do it, he pinned me. And that sucks, because it embarasses me that the record books will show that the giant, plodding goober beat me. Not to mention the fact that he'll probably go and trade the title belt to some guy for a yoke of oxen, or a camel or something...

Solomon sits down on a long wooden bench, and grabs another towel, draping it over his head, and massasing it aganst his hair to dry off.

[Solomon]: But I won't sit here and grumble or complain. Because all that would do is waste time, and honestly... honestly... I've gotten past the point where I need to worry about being a Diamond Title contender. It sounds good, to be called Diamond Champion... and that belt was my baby. But that's in the past now, and if there's one thing I'm all about, it's definately the future. So here's the deal-

Solomon looks up, staring into the camera from underneath the towel on his head.

[Solomon]: I've been saying it for weeks now, that I'm the man around here. And seein' as I'm no longer encumbered with commitments to the Diamond Title, I see no reason to delay taking my spot officially. Therefore, Blain Hamman... Rurik Krychek... Dave Richmond... and Chill. You boys go out there tonight and tear it up in that ring! You give it your all! Give it two-hundred and ten percent! But know this -- the title you're fighting over tonight doesn't belong to you. And whichever one of you leaves the ring with the belt, you'll be the AWL World Heavyweight Champion in name only. But you can take solace in the fact that even though your championship reign will be short and transitional, you'll be remembered through time as the guy that Solomon Black beat for the World Heavyweight Title. Because I'm coming after you, gentlemen. As a matter of fact... the belt's already mine. You just don't know it yet.
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Channel 81
Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
[align=center]:: In The Ring ::[/align]

The acoustics for "Sanitarium" start up as a few fans cheer while the rest of the people all boo. The lights on the stage darken to an orange color and the stage makes everything look almost cartoony.

Steven Travis: "Looks like we're being treated to Ripped coming out. I wonder why. He's not booked for any matches tonight."

Nikki Cooley: "Who cares? Look at the fans reactions to him. Some are cheering, some are booing and most are doing nothing. They don't give a flying fuck about him..."

Finally, the music tempo picks up...

"Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
Just labeled mentally deranged"

As soon as the word 'welcome' is heard, Ripped steps onto the stage and stares into the ring. Six pyros go off in harmony as Ripped slowly comes down the stage, walking through the smoke left behind by the pyros.

"No locked doors, no windows barred
No things to make my brain seem scarred"

Storming down the ramp, Ripped pauses in front of the ring and turns to go around and looks at each of the fans intently watching, trying to figure out what the fans thought of him so far. As the song shifts from a solo to lyrics once more, Ripped dives into the ring and howls like an angry wolf.

"Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane"

As a bunch of fireworks go off, Ripped stands on the middle rope and roars as he holds up the corna sign in both hands. His eyes seemingly glared at every single fan individually. He snatches a microphone from a random man in a black AWL shirt and stands in the middle of the ring.

Steven Travis: "Well, lets see what he has to say."

...

Ripped: "Well, it turns out that I don't have a match tonight. Perfectly reasonable considering I lost; one, two, three, to Ash Koopa. Despite the reasoning, it is marked as a loss for me on my record. That's not why I'm out here. The reason why I'm out here is because it seems that everyone in the locker room ignores me."

His voice was raspy and cold, but some fans were behind him, likely because he was the one person actually standing up against the Puppet Masters. There was bitterness and discontent in his words, but he didn't shout at all.

Nikki Cooley: "Tch... why should they?"

...

Ripped: "I made an open challenge early on. No one so much as gave it a second thought. I continually pleaded with the AWL management to transfer me over to Fury. No one so much as gave it a second thought. I called out Panther and AJ. Neither of them replied. Yeah, yeah. Rookie. Whatever. The fact of the matter is I have good ratings for my matches, but no one seems to care much, do they? The other day, I had a child come up to me and tell me that he was happy that Ash Koopa got a pinfall over me. A child!"

...

Steven Travis: "That's gotta hurt someone's self esteem..."

Nikki Cooley: "Eh... I doubt he cares. No fan cares much about him."

...

Ripped: "But that's okay. I haven't shown any of you my inner self yet. Through every failure, I gain knowledge. Through every victory, I gain knowledge. This is something not everyone does. A wise man known as Socrates said 'the unexamined life is not worth living.' What does this mean, you ask? This means you should seek knowledge and further yourself. Being that I had no match to prepare for, I had idol time to do this. You will see this in due time. But I can always reassure myself that your opinions don't much matter. But enough of my rambling..."

...

Nikki Cooley: "Finally..."

Ripped: "This is only a vignette of everything. The first chapter. I would like to address that of the Puppet Masters and AWL management. I don't want any sympathy. I don't want to be pampered. I don't want to be spoon fed. But I do expect something more than the silent treatment. I made a challenge. Ripped v.s any one of the Puppet Masters in a Lumberjack Match. That, or a six man tag match; Ripped, Ash Koopa and Bryce Whysper versus the Puppet Masters. I have not gotten a reply. Not from anyone. Obviously that's too big of a match for the high and mighty suits to bear, hm?"

Upon Ripped's pause, the fans cheered. That sounded like a pretty good match, but it likely wasn't going to happen any time soon.

Ripped: "Obviously, my partners don't care much. So, I have two more ideas to run by. Ripped versus the Tang, AJ the Bomb and Panther in a three on one handicap match!"

The fans roared with excitement to see such a courageous suggestion. He was asking for a handicap match...?

Nikki Cooley: "Tch... more guts than brains."

Steven Travis: "And what if your Foxy said it?"

Nikki Cooley: "Well, he's Foxy. He can do it. This guy is a rookie."

Steven Travis: *sigh* "You never cease to amaze me."

...

Ripped: "We can do this. I don't mind. I'm quite prominent in handicap matches. Or, we can do this one on one. Ripped versus Panther. I'm sure you've heard of a Barbed Wire Salt Match. If you haven't, this is how it works: the ropes are replaced with barbed wire as you know, but the entire mat is covered with salt. For all of you Einsteins out there, think of the term 'add salt to the wound.' Anyway, I'd like to alter this match further. We put it in a steel cage as well. A cage... with a top and still include the barbed wire ropes. To add onto even this though, the cage itself will be rigid and sharp, so that you will get cut if you touch it. And if I add one more thing to this match type, bullropes with kendo sticks tied onto them hanging from the cage top. What do you say to this, Panther?"

A few moments pass until...

BOOM! READY OR NOT.. HERE COMES THE BOYS FROM THE SOUTH! BOOM...READY OR NOT...HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW!

Panther walks out onto the ramp as "Boom" by P.O.D. hits. Panther has a smirk on his face and a mic in his hand.

Panther: "Well, well. Feeling a little ignored right Bod Man? I mean.. Really Ripped Abs, I mean.. whatever the hell your name is. You see, this is your problem son. You want to take on everyone at the same time, always in a gimmick match. Why can't you just wrestle someone one-on-one. In fact, screw your suggestions. I want you one-on-one. You want all of us Puppet Masters at the same time, prove you can beat one of us first."

A few boos ring out.

Panther: "Wow, Really Ripped Abs, looks like some people out there feel sorry for you. So, if you can beat me next Fury, one-on-one. Then I'll agree to one of your gimmick matches. But I know you can't pin me. And I told AJ that as a favor to him, I'll take one for the team, and make sure he doesn't have to lower himself for you. So how about it Ripped? Do you think you can actually wrestle and beat me in a regular match.. or do you need your stips to help you win matches? Because I'm pretty sure the so-called "suits" have no problem booking a regular match... just to hear you shut up. So, what do you say?"

Panther stands and waits for Ripped to answer.

Ripped: "Tch... you think I need a hardcore-esque match to deal with an opponent? I am just as prominent in regular matches. I suggested such a match to eager to you to so. Obviously, I was mistaken by your tastes in matches. You can ditch your little insult and thrive rouse, as it is very dull. But to answer your question, indeed, I will face you in a one on one match. I am looking forward to it."

Ripped nodded his head in agreement to signify he would accept the match despite his words already acknowledging such. He looked like he actually wanted to do more regular matches as they were just as thrilling for him. He did have a hardcore streak running through him though, which caused him to spring his hardcore ideas to life.

Panther looked on and nodded, as they both realized words couldn't fabricate anything at the moment. They'd save words for later on. Right now, Ripped had a smirk on his face as Panther looked on with a relaxed, confident demeanor. The fans seemed to take to this news positively. As “Sanitarium” roared through the PA system once more, both men made their way backstage, past the black curtains, their deal having been made.

[align=center] :: Four Corners Tag Title Match ::
Daye & Night © vs Dragon Inc vs Berry Brothers vs Smiles & Cherry[/align]

Steven: "Now it's time for the AWL World Tag Team Titles match!"

Nikki: "Oh joy... I can HARDLY wait..."

"World Falls Away" by Seether hits the pa system. The strong guitar strings hit and The Berry Brothers come running out. They leap up and down on the stage getting one another pumped up. They slap each others chest while yelling at each other. They slap each on the chest before running down the rampway and leaping up over the bottom rope. They both roll though and stand on opposite turnbuckles. They hop off and stay mobile in the ring preparing for the match ahead.

Kevin Sputnik: "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the ACTION WRESTLING LEAGUE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS MATCH!!! Introducing first, Mark Berry, Ty Berry, THE BERRY BROTHERS!!!"

The first four measures of Linkin Park's "Faint" slide across the speakers as soft arena lights cast everything in blue. At the point where electric guitar should have been, silence ensues, broken immediately by by twin walls of white flame from the top of the stage and black from the bottom. When the flames die, the guitar and the song revs, and both members of the The Professionals are standing on the stage, William with his back turned and his arms crossed and Rand in front of him facing the crowd. The two scarves that both men wear are twisting in the wind blown up from the bottom of the ring. Both men make their way to opposite sides of the stage, Rand throwing his arms up and hyping up the crowd whilst William lifts one fist into the air with a solemn nod. They switch sides of the stage, then head down to the ring, Rand slapping hands and jumping energetically in time to the music as William behind him, taking his time to high five fans and the such on both sides of the ramp until they enter the ring. When they get there, they both mount turn buckles and continue appealing to the crowd, before ultimately removing their scarves and standing against the ropes, waiting for the bell.


Kevin Sputnik: "Introducing second, Rand Terra, William Trevelan, DRAGON INCORPORATED!!!"

"Life's the pits. Deal with it!" After Greg Cherry's line kicks in, "Memory Remains" by Metallica kicks in. At this point, Eric and Greg have walked out at this point. At the end of the first line, Eric does the his Goldberg-esque taunt while Cherry does his AJ Styles-esque taunt. Red and Blue pyros go off, Red on Cherry's side and Blue on Eric's side. They both then make their way down to the ring, high fiving fans and playing up the crowd in their own fashion. Upon entering the ring Eric and Greg will go to opposite turnbuckles and again play up the crowd in their own way, Eric usually leading the fans in the song. Eric and Greg will backflip off the top rope at this point and land on their feet. They will then high five each other and wait for the opponent.

Kevin Sputnik: "Introducing third, ERIC SMILES AND GREG CHERRY!!!"

"World Wide Suicide" by Pearl Jam starts playing as the lights in the arena cut low and a slight rock style laser light show starts to shoot through the arena. Then a light shines on the entrance as out comes Jessica Summers wither her normal hip swaying walk much to the enjoyment of the male fans. When she makes it half way down the ramp she turns and points to the entrance as the main cords of the son are struck, we see two figures in shadow due to the light blaring behind them. Daye and Night raise the opposite hands into the air as the lights come on. The two men make their way down the ramp stopping here and there to give their fans a high five, obviously Sammy more so then Joe. When the reach the bottom of the ramp Sammy and Joe take separate ring stairs up into the ring the two of them sitting on the rope to help Jessica in. Joe then goes and sits in a corner as Sammy hops to the three remaining turnbuckles throwing his hand up in the Rocker symbol.

Kevin Sputnik: "And finally, the last team. They are the reigning World Tag Team Champions, Joe Daye, Sammy Night, DAYE AND NIGHT!!!!!"

Daye grabs the top rope and pulls himself to his feet. Night steps off the last turnbuckle, and both members take off their tag titles. Sammy and Joe hand their titles to the referee, and the referee holds them up for the crowd to see before handing them out. Teams converse amongst themselves. The ref walks up to Daye and Night and tells them to get Jessica out of the ring. They nod, and Night steps on the bottom rope while Daye pulls up on the middle rope. Jessica steps onto the apron and then down the steps into ring side. All four teams stare at each other.

*DING**DING*

The bell rings and teams get onto the apron, except for Joe Daye and Mark Berry. Daye and Mark circle the center of the ring for a second before locking up. Daye and Berry push and shove at each other for a few seconds before Daye takes Mark to the floor with a drop toe hold. Daye gets up, and quickly drops a knee across the back of Mark's head. Daye stands up again, and grabs his arm. Daye brings Mark to his knees, and Mark punches Daye in the stomach. Mark gets to his feet.

Mark runs to the ropes, and comes back. Mark runs into a kick from Daye, Daye leads him over to Night quickly, tags Night and drops Mark with a ddt. Daye gets up, and out of the way as Night quickly gets to the top rope. Night leaps up and lands a Chart Topper on Mark. Night covers. 1...Ty begins to get in...2...Daye cuts Ty off with a tackle...3! The crowd gasps at how quickly the Berry Brothers were eliminated by the champions. Night and Daye get up. Night straightens his pants as Daye gets back into the corner. Mark and Ty roll out and head to the back.

Nikki: "That was amazing. Night and Daye just eliminated the Berry Brothers in under five minutes!"

Steven: "Sounds like SOMEONE is obsessed with them."

Nikki: "W-what? What the hell are you talking about!? I'm fucking married!"

Steven: "Admit it! You've got a crush on Night!"

Nikki: "Hah! In your dreams... He couldn't handle THIS."

Steven: "Ah... So you have a crush on ME, now!?"

Nikki: "What the hell!? No! Shut up."

Steven: "Heh heh heh- OOOF!"

Nikki slams her fist into Steven's groin, immediatly shutting him up.

Nikki: "Jackass..."

Smiles and Cherry look rather unenthusiastic about possibly getting into the ring. Dragon Inc look at them, expecting them to go in first. Smiles looks down the stairs, and at the crowd. Sammy runs up to Smiles and smacks his back. Sammy jogs back into the ring and tells Smiles to get in the ring. Smiles looks at Night, then Smiles looks at Cherry, taps his shoulder and says something to him. Cherry nods and the duo walk down the stairs. Night looks on, curious. Eric walks over to the commentating table and grabs a microphone. Eric lifts it to his mouth.

Eric: "Ladies and gentleman. Y'know, Greg and I expressed our feelings about this match. We're just really not feeling it. And yet, management put us in the match. So we're here. In the match. We don't want to. We apologize to our fans, but tonight, Eric Smiles, and Greg Cherry, withdraw. But fear not, loyal fans, we'll still entertain you in some way."

With that, Eric sets the microphone back down and heads to the barrier across ring side, as Cherry hops the barrier near him. Eric does so on the other side, and the duo begin just talking with fans. Daye and Night look over at Dragon Inc, and shrug. Night looks at the referee. The referee, shrugs, and looks bewildered for a moment before calling for the bell, causing the fans in attendance to boo the living hell out of the now defunct team.

Steven: "It seems as though Cherry and Smiles, in an action that did NOT go over well with the crowd, have eliminated themselves from the Tag Match!!!"

Rand steps into the ring, and immediatly locks up with Sammy Night. Both men shove at each other for a while, neither getting any advantage. Night finally gets tired of it and goes for a drop toe hold, but Rand jumps out of the leg lock. Rand then kicks Night in the face and runs to the ropes. Night gets up as Rand comes back, and leap frogs over him. Night turns around, Rand comes back and leaps at Night for a Lou Thesz press, but Night catches him. Night tosses Rand over his head, and smiles, until Rand, on his way down, grabs Night's waist, and rolls him into a pin. 1...2...kick out!

Night and Rand roll to their feet, Night runs forward, grabbing Rand's arm, and whips him to the ropes. Rand comes back, Night leap frogs over, Rand rebounds off the ropes, Night flies backwards, landing on his chest on the mat, Rand leaps over him, continuing across the ring. Night gets up, rushes up to Rand as he's coming back and drops him with a dropkick. Night covers. 1...2...kick out.

Nikki: "Oooooh... That was close"

Steven: "Not as close as the erection that your fist nearly gave me."

Nikki: "...I'm just going to sit here and pretend that you don't exist for the rest of this match."

Steven: "Fine by me, sugart**ts-..."

*PUNCH*

Steven: "AUGH! MY BABYMAKER!!!"

Nikki: "It DIDN'T work for mel Gibson, and it ain't gonna work for you!!!"

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Night gets up and grabs Rand's arm. Night pulls him to his feet, and over to the corner with Daye. Night tags in Daye, and then grapples Rand in a suplex. Night lays Rand's legs across the top rope and Daye grins. Daye springs up to the top rope, but is cut off by William rushing across the apron, and shoving Daye off into the middle of the ring, instead of onto Rand. Night twists and hits a cutter to Rand off the ropes. Night gets up and yells at William. William and Night exchange a few words until Night shoves William. William slugs Night down.

William steps into the ring as Daye gets up. William helps Rand up, and Daye runs at them, and clubs them both. Daye gives them hell with clubs to the back, but this proves ineffective as there's two of them. Rand and William drop Daye with clotheslines. Night gets to his feet, and elbows William in the face. Night hits a few more, spins and nails Rand with one long enough to subdue him, turns and lands a dropkick to William, rocking him into the ropes. Night and Daye get up. Daye and Rand exchange blows as Night and William do so as well.

William and Rand get the upper hand, rocking the champions with various punches. Dragon Inc whip the champions across the ring. Night and Daye hit the ropes, but grab the ropes to stop them from going back to them. Dragon Inc run, Daye and Night duck, Dragon Inc hit respective Daye Night members, and Daye Night stands up, back tossing them over the ropes. Dragon Inc manage to grab the top rope, and slide themselves onto the apron. Daye and Night turn around, and everyone lands a punch. All four fall down, Dragon Inc falling to the outside. All four slowly begin getting up.

Night glances at the outside and notices Dragon Inc getting up quicker than him and Daye. Night charges across the ring, and rebounds off ropes. Daye gets to his hands and knees, just in the process of getting to his feet, as Night steps onto his partner's back and does a clear plancha over the ropes at Dragon Inc. Who catch him. Dragon Inc then take him to the barrier and drop him on it. Daye slides onto the apron, and stands up. William turns around, and Daye lunges with a hurricanrana press, taking him down.

Daye stands up, and gets clubbed by Rand. Rand leads him to the apron and slams his head into it as Night gets off the barrier, holding his chest. Rand does a couple more times, Night comes over, grabs his arm, and spins him around. Night grabs his arm and whips him into the barirer, as William is getting up. Night and Daye quickly converse a plan, and as William stands up, takes a double kick to the stomach. Night and Daye lead him to a commentary table and lay him on it. Daye punches him a few times as Night quickly hops onto the apron and climbs up the turnbuckle.

Night perches on top, as Rand gets up. Rand notices this, and charges at Night, but Daye tackles him into the apron. Night flies off the top with the original version of the Chart Topper; a frog splash. Night crashes through the table with William. Jessica runs over to make sure he's okay as Rand and Daye slug at each other. Jessica notices Night's laying on top of a man, shifts her eyes, grabs his boot and pulls Night off of William. Jessica nods, and then quickly gets out of the way as Rand slides Daye into the ring.

Rand slides into the ring, and pulls Daye in front of the corner. Rand climbs to the top rope and prepares for the Phoenix Dance #7, except Daye begins to move. Daye gets to a knee, not aware of where Rand is. Rand reaches a foot down and kicks Daye in the head. Daye falls onto the middle rope. Daye grabs the top rope and pulls himself up, and recieves another kick to the head. Daye stumbles, Rand grabs his head and prepares for a tornado ddt, Daye elbows his way out of it, grabs Rand's foot and yanks him off the turnbuckle. Daye quickly grabs his head and hits the Daye Breaker.

Daye slowly pulls himself up the turnbuckle, as Rand feels his back. Daye stands on the top rope and looks over at Night and William who are beginning to come to. Daye quickly hits the Better Man onto Rand. Daye keeps for the cover. 1...2...3! The sounds of "Worldwide Suicide" hit the PA for the second time in the night as Joe Day and Sammy Night are handed their Tag Titles back.

Kevin Sputnik: "The winners, and STILL AWL WORLD TAGTEAM CHAMPIONS, DAYE AND NIGHT!!!!!"

Nikki: "The champions retain!"

Steven: "Yay. Now onto something relevant!"
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Channel 81
Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
[align=center]:: Backstage ::[/align]

We join Eric Smiles immediately after having withdrawn from the Tag Team Titles match. Eric is backstage, sitting in a folded out steel chair, drinking a bottle of water and staring out at a wall. Jill Valentine comes storming up to him, a little bit shocked.

Jill: Eric!? What was that!?

Eric looks up at Jill and smiles.

Eric: Hi Jill.

Jill: Don't "Hi Jill" me! What was with that match!?

Eric: I didn't want to be in the match. I expressed that to the heads of the AWL, but no one listened. So....I didn't fight.

Jill: Your pathetic. You had a shot at gold and you just GAVE IT UP!

Eric: I didn't want it. Greg and I, we're good friends. But we're not a tag team. We don't think that way. We never had a tag team dynamic. So....it was pointless. I'm a singles wrestler.

Jill: Your just greedy. You don't want to share the spotlight.

Eric: No. I didn't want to steal the spotlight from legitimate tag teams by being given frivolous title shots. That's why I'm out. I am not a tag team wrestler. I am a singles wrestler. Dragon Inc, Berry Brothers, Daye and Night, those guys are the future of the tag team division. Eric Smiles and Greg Cherry, we are just holding those guys back. To Daye and Night, good luck. May your title reign be good. To Dragon Inc., the Berry Brothers, and any other future tag teams, best of luck to you.

Jill: God, you sicken me.

Eric: Oh, come on. You know I'm sexy.


Jill holds still for a few moments before shaking a nasty image out of her head and walking off. Eric Smiles leans back in his chair, drinks his water, and stares at the ceiling, smiling.

[align=center] :: You Break It, You Bought It ::
: Deathmatch Finals :
Ash Koopa vs AJ The Bomb[/align]

Steven: Up next, we have the “You Break It, You Buy It” match against Ash Koopa and AJ the Bomb! In order to claim the title of “King of the Deathmatch”, Ash and AJ must do battle inside some place of business. The stipulation to this match is this. If you lose, you must pay for ALL damages.

Nikki: Well, I certainly hope that Ash Koopa gets a hefty bill pretty soon. No one beats my Foxxy and gets away with it.

Steven: Jeez, you need to get over that.

Nikki: Shut up Travis.

Steven: Well, I hear that the match is about to get started in….a Computer Store?


*Camera cuts to feed of AJ the Bomb and Ash Koopa staring each other down in the aisle of a Japanese Computer store. Ash advances forward, keeping his eyes on AJ at all times. He gets right in AJ’s face and slowly raises his hand to shake with AJ the Bomb. There is a cold stillness as AJ just stares at Ash, seeming to not even notice the hand. Finally, though, AJ shakes Ash’s hand. Ash is seen mouthing “Good luck”, which is countered by AJ with “I don’t need it”. And then, Ash punches AJ in the face. A brawl ensues.*

Nikki: Bout fuckin’ time.

Steven: This isn’t the normal Ash Koopa. He usually never punches.


*AJ and Ash begin trading blows, falling into a metal stand of CD cases, knocking the stand over and spilling the CDS out all over the floor. AJ and Ash fall to the ground, still throwing fists at each other, choosing to brawl rather than wrestle. AJ gets the upper hand in the brawl, and he mounts Ash, pummeling Koopa’s face in with vicious rights and lefts. He then grabs a CD and lifts Ash’s head up, shattering the case over the top of Ash’s head with the CD case. He grabs another CD and proceeds with the same action. And then another. And then another. And then another! Finally, Ash manages to land a lucky blow to the jaw of AJ, and AJ stumbles off. Koopa grabs a shard of broken CD case and begins to scrape the forehead of AJ the Bomb with the sharp plastic fragment, the blood beginning to pour from the wound inflicted. Ash then stands and knocks a nearby stereo to the ground, ripping one of the speakers away. As AJ tries to get to his feet, he bashes the speaker over AJ’s head, AJ crumbling back to the ground. Ash sees a Playstation 2 being displayed in the front of the store. He grabs AJ by the hair, picks him up, and runs forward, slamming the face of AJ the Bomb through the display case and into the Playstation! Ash does a muscle taunt to the camera, which the audience rather enjoys.*

Steven: Live in your world, strangle your co-workers in ours.

Nikki: That wasn’t funny.


*AJ, however, is not as hurt as Ash thinks. AJ catches his breath and grabs a nearby PS2 controller. He takes the rope tight in his hand and slings it over Ash’s neck, beginning to strangle Ash with the controller cord. Ash tries to fight out, but AJ uses his strength to keep controller. He then uses his strength to sling the head of Ash into a shelf full of cell phones, slamming the head of Ash a few times before releasing his grip on the cord and shoving Ash to the ground, face first! AJ continues the assault, lifting Ash to his hands and knees and mounting Koopa, proceeding to give Koopa a few stiff forearms to the side of the head. He then lifts Koopa up, grabs a nearby camera, and smacks Koopa in the face with said camera. Koopa crumbles to the ground and his again assisted back up by AJ. AJ sees a display of iPods. He lifts Ash up onto his shoulder and runs forward, throwing Ash off his shoulder and slamming him into the display case! Glass shatters and falls everywhere, as well as little broken iPods!*

Nikki: That looks pretty fuckin’ expensive KOOPA!

Steven: Those were kinda nice.


*AJ stands over Koopa, who has now rolled off the display and onto the floor. He begins to put the boots to Koopa, but stops quickly, opting to look for a weapon to use on Koopa that would be relatively pricey. He finds a ladder leading up to a high shelf of big tvs, stereos, and CPUs. AJ laughs to himself and begins to make his way up the ladder. However, it is Koopa’s turn to play possum. As AJ climbs the ladder, Koopa uses a nearby shelf to get himself back up. He sees that the shelf contains music cds, which he opts to use as projectile weapons! AJ is interrupted in his question for a big weapon as he is pelted left and right by various J-Pop and J-Rock albums, with the occasional J-Rap thrown in, just for diversity. As this attack weakens down AJ the Bomb, Koopa rushes foreward, climbing up the ladder himself and grabbing AJ from behind. He falls backwards, throwing AJ over his head and on to the rack of music albums! AJ crashes hard as the rack falls over, knocking album after album to the ground. AJ grabs his back and writhes on the ground in pain. Ash Koopa is not doing so well either. The previous attack left him piled on a the glass from the display case earlier. Still, he manages to get back to his feet well before AJ.*

Steven: This is getting out of hand. Come on ref, let’s end this!

Nikki: What’s wrong Travis. Can’t stomach the violence.


*Ash goes over to AJ and lifts him up by the hair, again. He slams his face into the broken display case, just for good measure, before running forehead and launching AJ over the service desk, AJ coming crashing down ON TOP of the cash register, stomach first. AJ rolls off and slumps to the back of the service desk. Koopa grabs a wireless keyboard on display and walks over to the service desk. As AJ gets back to his feet, he is met with a thunderous keyboard shot to the head. A few keys fly off the keyboard. AJ doesn’t fall down though. Ash hits him again, sending more key’s flying. AJ still doesn’t fall. Ash winds the keyboard back and brings it down again, slamming AJ HARD, breaking the keyboard and half and sending the remaining keys flying! AJ falls to the ground, blood beginning to pour from his head.*

Nikki: AJ YOU PUSSY! GET UP!!

Steven: This is sick. Just sick!


*Ash goes around the counter to AJ and lifts him back up, slamming his bloodied face into the service desk. However, AJ comes back quick with a thunderous elbow to Ash stomach. AJ then grabs Ash and slams his head into the wall behind the service desk. He then lifts Ash up into a bear hug position and runs forehead, spinebustering Ash into a cardboard cut-out of a smiling computer that waves!*

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Nikki: Atta boy AJ.

Steven: How can you condone this!?

Nikki: Like this….Atta boy AJ.


*AJ and Ash lie motionless on the ground for a few moments before AJ manages to roll over and put his shoulder on Ash’s chest. The referee goes for the pin.*

1….

2….

3-kickout!


Nikki: Come on ref. Learn how to count!

Steven: Seemed like a fair count to me.

Nikki: That’s cuz your blind, Travis.


*AJ slowly pulls himself onto Ash and begins to hit him in the face with his fists. He then grabs a nearby computer manual (a really, REALLY big one too) and begins to hit Ash in the face with it. He then rips a few pages out and says, “You’ll have to pay for that!”, before beating Ash in the face a few more times with said manual. He then throws the manual away, lifts Ash up by the hair, and chucks him hard into the shelf of manuals! The shelf crashes along with Koopa!*

Nikki: Hehe, ass beatings for Dummies.

Steven: And you say I’m not funny.

Nikki: How about next time it’s Nikki vs Steven in a deathmatch.

Steven: …….


*AJ goes behind the service counter again and comes back with a stapler. He lifts Ash Koopa up and begins to put staples in Koopa’s back!! Ash screams and falls to the floor, writhing and clutching at his back! AJ now taunts to the camera, tapping the stapler to his head in a “I’m smart” gesture. Meanwhile, Koopa is starting to realize his situation from the pain he has been caused. He sees a small, fallen stand and grabs it. When AJ comes over to deal out more damage, THUD! Metal stand to the head!*

Nikki: STOP LETTING KOOPA HIT YOU AJ!!!

*Ash lifts AJ to his feet and gives him a hard Irish Whip, sending him towards the back of the store. AJ is able to stop himself just a foot in front of a stand of DVDs. Unfortunately for him, when he turns around, Koopa is there, spearing him into the DVDS! The two roll out of the way as the stand falls, spilling the DVDs everywhere! Ash picks two of the DVDs up and begins to pummel AJ in the head with them!*

Steven: He’s hitting him with those DVDs!

Nikki: Is that Hentai?

Steven: Ummm….yes?

Nikki: The Japanese are so weird.


*When Ash realizes that he’s holding Hentai, he gets right into the camera and says “This is what I do with this trash, kids.” He then sees a nearby wastebasket and throws the DVDs away. He then takes the basket and slams it hard onto AJ’s head, leaving the basket on AJ’s head like a lamp shade. AJ, not sure where he is, swings wildly. Ash dodges easily, gives AJ a toe kick, and then boots the trash can further into AJ’s skull! AJ stumbles into another rack of Hentai and falls to the ground.*

Steven: Wow, hentai everywhere.

Nikki: Dream come true for you, eh Steven?


*Ash sees the ladder again and climbs up, grabbing a big box that says Zenith. He climbs down the ladder and opens the box, revealing a 34” TV! He goes up and gets another, repeating the process of opening the box and taking out the TV. He does this one more time, lining up the TVs. Ash climbs up one more time, this time grabs the light fixture. He removes the plastic cover, which falls to the floor. He then careful removes both fluorescent light tubes and climbs down from the ladder again. He shatters one of the light tubes over AJ’s back! AJ writhes on the ground in pain as Ash seems something ELSE that he would like to beat AJ with. However, as Ash is climbing, AJ finds his second wind and gets to his feet. While Ash is digging for something else up top, AJ manages to position Ash perfectly! He positions Ash for AN AJ BOMB OFF THE LADDER! Ash holds on, though. Ash holds on to the top of the shelf, not wanting to get AJ Bombed. However, AJ has plans. He uses both his fist to pound Ash’s midsection. Ash still holds on, but AJ continues to pummel Ash sides. Finally, Ash let’s go. AJ reacts quickly, grabbing hold of Ash’s legs and bringing him down. AJ BOMB OFF THE LADDER INTO THE THREE TV SETS!!!!!! Unfortunately, the force of the move, along with the fatigue from the vicious beating, is unable to cover! AJ rolls to one side as Ash rolls to the other, off the TV sets.*

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!

Nikki: WHAT A MOVE! KOOPA HAS NO HOPE NOW!

Steven: At least this match will finally be over.


*AJ begins to fight to his feet and crawl around the TV sets, but he’s moving really slowly. However, he finally manages to crawl on top of Ash Koopa for the pin.*

1…..

2…..

3-KICKOUT!!


Nikki: NO!

Steven: How can Ash even move?!


*SO CLOSE! AJ was a split second away from scoring the win, but he was unsuccessful. AJ begins to argue with the ref, clearly upset and frustrated. Ash is still down, but he is moving now and showing signs of life. AJ looks pissed now. He plants a few punches before he sees the plastic light fixture cover. He sets up the fixture against the three TVs, much like a table. He then leans Ash against the plastic cover. After a couple of stomps to the stomach, AJ backs up, taunts to the camera, and runs forward. He leaps, goes for a Stinger Splash, and…..MISSES! KOOPA MOVES AT THE LAST SECOND!! AJ crashes through the plastic and lands face first onto the broken TV sets. Ash is now on his face. He does a “Look To The Stars” pose, pointing to the top of the ladder. He begins to climb, slowly, but it’s okay, because AJ isn’t moving at all. When he gets to the top of the ladder, he turns around and points to AJ the Bomb! The crowd responds with him.*

Crowd: YOU!

Nikki: LOOK OUT AJ! LOOK OUT!!!

Steven: Uh-oh.


Ash leaps off the top of the ladder and does a huge LEG DROP TO AJ’S SKULL! AJ’s face is slammed STRAIGHT into the broken TV set! Ash clutches his leg and writhes on the ground. AJ slumps off of the TV set and lies motionless, unconscious. Ash slowly gets to his feet and limps over to a stand of CPUs. He gets behind it and shoves the stand and CPUs ONTO AJ!! He then lays back onto the stand as the ref covers!*

1…..

2……

3!!!!!!!!!

Winner: Ash Koopa


Nikki: DAMNIT!!! First he beats my Foxxy, and then he wins the Death Match tourney! Is there no JUSTICE!!!

Steven: Hey, he won it fair and………ummmmm……well, he won.
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Channel 81
Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
[align=center]:: In the Ring ::[/align]

We return live to the arena in Tokyo, Japan where the crowd is abuzz after witnessing the finals of the Deathmatch Tournament. We then see Kareem Jones step into the ring with a mic.

Kareem: Ladies and gentleman, my guest at this time, accompanied by the lovely Ashley Marie, he is the KING OF XTREME, PETERRR GILMOURRRRRRRR.

A very loud explosion is heard which scares the shit out of everyone, including the announcers as the beginning chords of Painkiller by Judas Priest begins to blast through the PA. Out first is Ashley Marie wearing a sexy black halter top showing off her goodies (stop drooling guys). She steps out on the ramp and looks around at the capacity crowd in Japan. She begins to laugh and then looks back to the entranceway as the first verse of the song blares loudly over the PA as Peter Gilmour comes out in a new BLS t-shirt which has "Death Before Dishonor" on the front. He grabs Ashley's hand and they head to the ring. The fans are showing both stars their disgust but both Peter and Ashley don’t care. They get in the ring normally this time and head for the center of the ring where Kareem is standing.

Kareem: Peter, last week you challenged Bryce Whysper to a Dueling Canes match either tonight or on Fury next week. Well, since Mr. Jensen denied your request, Bryce has challenged you now to an Extreme Rules match on Fury next week. Your thoughts...

Peter begins to take off his blue Ozzy sunglasses and begins to laugh as the crowd boos.

Peter: SHUTUP! First of all Kareem, it is a damn shame that I am not in the finals of the Deathmatch tournament. If it wasn’t for that asshole Blain Hamman getting that cheap victory over me, I would be facing Ash or AJ in the finals. This is my tournament. I am the master of these kinds of matches but it seems that AWL Management doesn’t care for me. Well that's another issue I'll take up at another time. Now, Bryce Whysper. You must be the stupidest person on Earth. No wait, that's Simon Cowell my bad. You have the audacity to challenge ME to an Xtreme Rules Match?! Are you drinking Jensen's kool-aid 'cuz I think it's gotten to your small brain. You do not know what you are getting into bub. I am a hardcore legend. I was an icon here in Japan. *crowd begins to cheer a little* That's right. Anyways, you want to make challenges? Well, I ACCEPT your stupid little challenge. Next week on Fury, it will be Xtreme Rules... you and me right here on Fury. Bryce, bring all the weapons you want. Hell, bring the whole hardware department from Home Depot with ya'. It's not going to matter after I dispose of you and make you realize that I am who I say I am. Bryce, after I'm done with you, I am going to beat the holy hell out of the Deathmatch Champion, Ash Koopa. Congrats Ash, but I’ve got some advice for you ... WATCH YOUR BACK! Bryce, see you next week on Fury and prepare to be taken.....

Ashley takes the mic from Peter..

Ashley: TO THE XTREMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Ashley throws the mic into Kareem's chest as the both do the Abyss taunt as "Painkiller" blasts through the arena, bringing us back to the announce table.

[align=center] :: World Title Tag Match ::
: Winner Is New Champion :
Rurik Krychek and Dave Richmond vs Chill © and Blain Hamman[/align]

We return to the Announce Table, mere minutes away from what promises to be one of the most spectacular Main Events in the company’s illustrious history.

Steven: “Ladies and Gentlemen; we’ve seen quite the foray of action here tonight, but now it’s time for one hell of a main event!

Nikki: “Yeah, the World Heavyweight Championship’s on the line, and with 4 hungry men stepping into the ring, it’s ANYBODIES guess as to who’ll come out of this with the title!

Steven: “That’s right, Nikki, and with the unique stipulation put in place for this match, it makes for an extremely volatile atmosphere! Because of the fact that the 4 men competing tonight are fighting in a tag match that pits challengers Dave Richmond and Rurik Krychek against fellow challenger Blain Hamman and the World Heavyweight Champion Chill!

Nikki: “Wait, I’m confused, does that mean Richmond can pin Krychek to win the title?

Steven: “I see that Fox didn’t marry you for your brains-…

Nikki: “Watch it Steven, otherwise I’ll knock your teeth out.

Steven: “Well, if that’s the case, let me answer your question by saying that no, Richmond cannot pin Krychek to win the title, or vice-versa, and that Blain Hamman cannot pin Chill to win the World Heavyweight Championship, nor can Chill pin Blain to retain his belt!

Nikki: “Wow, with that being the case, you’ll be hard-pressed to find true, co-operative teamwork out of these four tonight, especially with the World Heavyweight Championship on the line!

Steven: “All too true Nikki, but let’s take it to ringside, apparently there seems to be some kind of commotion in the ring…

True to Steven’s words, there indeed was some commotion in the ring, and as the spotlight shined down on the spot where ring announcer Kevin Sputnik usually stands to introduce the contestants for the upcoming match, stood l33t member James Unger, wrestling control of the announcer mic from Sputnik’s hands and, much to the displeasure of the crowd, doing so successfully.

Steven: “What the hell? What’s James Unger doing with the mic?...


Unger would go on to answer Steven’s bemused question by first shoving Sputnik to the ground, and out of his path, then by raising his mouth and speaking over the loudly booing crowd

Unger: “Ladies and Gentlemen-… I SAID, Ladies and Gentlemen…

The crowd continued to boo Unger who, sporting a shirt that read “I h@xx0rz U”, seemed to be irritated by the fact that he couldn’t get a word out edge-wise.

Unger: “I… I uh… I regret-… Hold on a sec…

The crowd began to overwhelmingly boo the youngster, as he, nervously, began to fumble around his pockets for a tiny slip of paper.

Steven: “Oh, what now!?

Nikki: “SHHH… Give him a chance to speak!

Unger: “Ah! Here we go!... I regret to inform you all that due to current legal proceedings…

Teh l33t are NOT allowed to wrestle here tonight…


The crowd, changing its tone drastically, begins to cheer energetically as James Unger hangs his head low.

Nikki: “WHAT?!

Steven: “Quite possibly the best news I’ve heard all night!

However, James Unger’s head rose back up and, with a smug grin written across his face, waved an outstretched finger to the crowd telling them to hold on;

Unger: “But… Fear not, True Believers! For your HEROES, and mine, Teh l33t, spent a lot of time and effort looking for suitable replacements for this match-...

Steven: “WHAT?!?!

Unger: “Therefore, allow me to introduce to you, their replacements, standing in at a combined weight of 375, and exactly .37621 lbs., and hailing from from Arizona Bay, New Jersey; Brother Dave-ed and Brother Marinate, TEAM 3-L33t!

The Tokyo crowd began booing loudly at Unger and the obvious jackassery afoot by Teh l33t. Satisfied with his work, Unger gestured to the back and remained in the ring even as the lights began to dim. As they did, the hard hitting drum beat and guitar riff of "Otherworld" by Nobuo Uematsu hit the pa system, much to the crowd’s dismay.

Steven: “God that was awful, what the hell do Krychek and Richmond think we are? TNA!?

Nikki: “That glass ceiling wont hold down our stars any longer!

Steven: “…Great TNA impression.

Nikki: “Why thank you.

Meanwhile, back at ringside, James Unger had proceeded to seat himself down on the middle ropes excitedly, as though anxiously awaiting the arrival of his heroes, and they would not disappoint, for no sooner did he do that than Rurik Krychek and Dave Richmond stepped out from behind the curtain. Richmond's normal blue jeans have been camouflaged, while Krychek sported a pair of camouflaged cargo pants, which he wore over his tights.

Steven: “Hell, they even got the clothes right…

Nikki: “Makes you wonder what these guys do in their spare time…

As Krychek and Richmond make their way to the top of the entryway, they stop, for some reason, with Krychek peculiarly, and familiarly, placed in front of Richmond. Krychek, with the focus of an Olympian, spins around on one foot, reminscent of D-Von Dudley and then stops to draw the Russian Sickle in the air with his finger, whilst Richmond runs around him, drawing the ire of the crowd.

Steven: “…Too scary for words.

As the duo make their way down to ringside, the begin to call James Unger down, for some reason, and the excited youngster, almost ecstatic at a fan-girl level, immediately hops down to ringside for his heroes. Richmond then instructs for Unger to get down on all fours and, instead of using the commonplace ringsteps that were, oh, about 5 feet away, Richmond and Krychek proceeded to make good use of Unger… As a step to get up onto the ring apron.

Steven: “Tell me Nikki, are these the kind of scoundrels we want as Champion? I mean, frankly, they treat their own kind like dirt!

Nikki: “Of course! It has its own “Lord of the Flies” ring to it, Steven! Survival of the Fittest and all that junk.

Steven: “Ah, so what you’re saying is that they are e-l33t-ist?...

Nikki: “...

Steven: “Yeah, I get the message…

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Richmond and Krychek had dismissed Unger who, rather unceremoniously, sauntered into the first row of seating at ringside, and, as “Otherworld” drew to a close, backed towards the blue corner, discussing strategy for the impending match. Just then, the lights dimmed again, flashing in unison with the beat emanating from the PA speakers courtesy of Stone Sour’s “Reborn”. The sound of lightning crashes amid the chaos, when, all of a sudden, an explosion erupts on-stage in the form of a giant, red “X”.

Steven: “CHRIST… I hate his pyro.

Nikki: “What? Does the sound it make scaaaaare you, Steven!?

Steven: “….Yes.

The lights, now as bright as can be, rain down illuminated sunshine upon the entryway, just as Blain Hamman pushes his way past the curtains, much to the pleasure and camera-happy joy of the crowd. Making his way to the top of the ramp with a slick smirk on his face, Blain adjusts his trademark white coat a bit, giving Kevin Sputnik enough time to get a second microphone;

Kevin: “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the Action Wrestling League WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP match! Introducing third, hailing from Oakland, California, standing in at 6’4”, and weighing in at 240lbs., he is BLAIN HAAAAAAAAAMMAN!!!

The crowd pops adamantly as Blain makes his way down to the ring, removing his white coat button by button as he eyes the two men already in the ring.

Steven: “Smart move by Hamman with staying out of the ring until Chill arrives, avoiding situations where you’re at a disadvantage in numbers is key in winning this match!

Nikki: “Really Steven? Because, I’ve seen Chill in action before, and I’ve been a fan for years now, and I know that this guy IS capable of blindsiding Hamman and STILL being able to take it to Richmond and Krychek, all in the name of protecting his title.

Steven: “While it might be true that Chill’s had a less than desirable past, the man’s reformed and… Well, all I’m asking is to give him a chance and let his actions speak instead of his words.

Just as Steven finished saying that, “Cells” by the Servant began to play over the PA, simultaneously causing the lights to dim blue, as well as a massive chunk of the audience to become ecstatic with cheers. Not long afterwards, the man of the hour himself, Chill, appeared from backstage and made his way to the top of the entry ramp, taking the time to survey the adoring audience as well as Krychek, Richmond in the ring, and Hamman at ringside.

Kevin: “And introducing fourth, hailing from Hannibal, Wisconsin, standing in at 6’5”, and weighing in at 240lbs., he is your AWL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, CHILL!!!

Steven: “The Champion is HERE, and the way he’s been holding himself ever since winning the World Heavyweight Championship is more than enough to convince me that he’s going to walk out of here with the title!

Chill begins to make his way to the ring, sporting a big smile on his face as he pauses halfway to say some friendly words to fans, and to shift the World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder. Slowly approaching the ring, Chill turns to his left and catches Blain Hamman eyeing the World Heavyweight Championship, and in the blink of an eye, the two men lock eyes.

Nikki: “OH SHIT! Those two are going to get at it, even though they’re supposed to be tagging, Steven!

It would not take long for the two would-be partners to start jaw-jacking, incomprehensibly arguing with one another, as Chill removed the title from his shoulder and held it up in the air as the two continued to argue.

Steven: “This does not bode well for either man if they can’t co-operate in the ring! Hell, there is NO co-operation in this kind of-… HOLY SHIT!

At that precise moment, while Chill and Blain Hamman were within 2 inches of one another, yelling away, Dave Richmond had just somersaulted over the top rope, catching both men off guard with a suicide plancha!

Nikki: “Step-up Suicide Plancha! Richmond just used Krychek as a extra-step!!!

Indeed he did, and as Richmond got up to his knees, Krychek slid under the bottom rope, grabbing Chill by the hair and leading him towards the steel ring post. Krychek then bounced Chill’s face off the unforgiving steel, sending the Champion down to the ground in a heap. Meanwhile, on the opposite end, Dave Richmond had just thrown Blain Hamman knee-first into the steel ring steps.

Nikki: “You see what’s going on, Steven? These two, Richmond and Krychek, know what it takes to win a major championship and, in this situation, know how to team up properly. I can’t say the same for Chill and Hamman.

Steven: “You call this teaming up “properly”!? It’s a MUGGING, Nikki, straight and simple. Teh l33t didn’t want a fair right and now, they’re unfairly tipping the scales in their favor!

Nikki: “Oh quit your bitching, the match hasn’t even started yet!

Indeed it hadn’t, that is until Richmond and Krychek, satisfied with their work, picked up Chill and rolled him in the ring, leaving Blain Hamman at ring-side, clutching his right knee fervently. As referee Vincent V. Vincent called for the bell, Richmond immediately descended upon Chill, hooking his leg in the hope of garnering a pinfall.

”ONE!”

”TWO!”

”KICKOUT!”

Steven: “Well Richmond and Krychek’s cheap shot on Chill and Blain Hamman may have knocked Chill down, but not out!

Nikki: “True, but you’ve got to wonder just how much it’s taken out of them!

Richmond immediately began assaulting Chill, standing over him and delivering a series of punches before the ref counted to “4!” and Richmond was forced to get off of Chill. As Richmond did so, he took one step back and, as Chill seemed to be showing some signs of life, jumped up in the air and performed a double foot-stomp on Chill’s gut.

Steven: “Oooh… That Had to have knocked the air RIGHT out of the Champion!

Chill rolled over on his side and immediately began clutching his stomach, Richmond, meanwhile, took this opportunity, and kicked Chill right in the back, causing the World Heavyweight Champion to roll onto his knees, clutching his stomach and his back in vain. Richmond immediately pounced on Chill, pulling the Champ up on his feet, in a front face-lock, and as Chill pushed Richmond backwards, Richmond directed them towards his corner and, reaching the turnbuckle, had Rurik Krychek slap his back to tag in.

Steven: “Early signs of Teh l33t’s prowess in terms of teamwork… The question is, with the World Heavyweight Championship on the line, just how long can that teamwork last?

Krychek stepped through the ropes, while on the other end, Blain Hamman had just pulled himself up onto the ring apron and grabbed the tag rope, and proceeded to deliver a clubby double-axe handle to Chill’s back, sending the Champ to his knees. As Richmond made his exit between the ropes, Krychek helped Chill to his feet, only to shove him face-first into the turnbuckle. Using the turnbuckle to hold Chill up, Krychek proceeded to deliver a series of body shots to the back and sides of Chill, until the referee broke it up and began admonishing Krychek for his actions.

Nikki: “Honestly, Steven, it doesn’t have to last that much longer because, at this rate, Chill and his title will be ripe for any man’s picking by the time this is through!

After backing off for a brief moment, Krychek approached Chill, and took him by the arm, begging to Irish Whip him into the opposite corner, but just as Krychek was looking to let go, Chill miraculously reversed the maneuver, drawing Krychek into him and, ducking under his arm, dropped Krychek with a vicious Downward Spiral.

Steven: “This is the opening that Chill needs! He desperately needs to tag in Blain-…

Nikki: “But if he does that, he’ll lose the title!

Steven: “You don’t know that for sure…

Nikki: “Still, it’s an all or nothing situation, Steven, and you can’t trust somebody who’s as title-hungry as Blain Hamman is!

However, Chill would not heed Nikki’s words, for just as the referee had counted to “7!”, Chill got to his feet and slapped the hand of an energetic Blain Hamman, who would go on to clothesline Dave Richmond, who had just been tagged in as well, again and again, flooring the Teh l33t member a total of three times, before picking Rurik Krychek up, putting him up on the ropes, and hitting a running clothesline on Krychek, knocking him up and over the top rope, which caused the Tokyo crowd to go into a crazed frenzy.

Steven: “Business has picked up here at the Tokyo Dome!

Blain Hamman, pumped up, began sprinting around the ring, riling up the crowd, before stalking Dave Richmond as he slowly made it to his feet, motioning for The Official.

Nikki: “Blain’s motioning for The Official! If he hits this, you KNOW that the end can’t be all too far away!

But as he tried to catch Richmond’s arm, the resilient American Hero caught Hamman with an elbow to the temple, followed by another one of the same variety, knocking Hamman off-balance, and followed it up by pulling Hamman’s head into his armpit, and spiking it with a vicious DDT.

Steven: “OOOOOhhhh… Vicious-…! COVER!!!

Richmond hooked the leg.

”ONE!”

”TWO!”

”INTERRUPTED BY CHILL!”

Steven: “Chill just saved his and Blain’s asses with that kick to Richmond’s face!

Nikki: “Yeah, Steven, you’ve got to remember that in multi-man matches like these, the Champion doesn’t even need to be pinned to lose the belt!

Despite being the illegal man, Chill immediately went on the offensive, much to the pleasure of the Tokyo crowd, taking Dave Richmond by the hair and flooring him with a Snap Suplex. But as Chill moved in on Richmond to take the fight to him some more, Blain Hamman swooped in on Chill’s handiwork and began laying in punches to Richmond’s face. Chill, agitated, grabbed Hamman by the shoulder and forced him to face him.

Steven: “Uh-oh, Hamman just walked in on Chill’s territory…

Hamman immediately stood up, getting right in the face of the champ, an action that the crowd approved of by cheering immensely. However, this momentary distraction was all that the team of Richmond and Krychek would need, for Krychek slid back into the ring and, seizing the moment, clotheslined the hell out of Blain, who never saw it coming, which, consequently, head-butted Chill clear through the second rope.

Nikki: “CHILL JUST GOT ZIDANE’D!!!

Steven: “Well… Not really… Their heads collided, and I don’t think Chill said anything about Blain’s mother-…

Nikki: “QUIT OVER-ANALYZING, DICKFACE!

As Blain Hamman stumbled a bit, albeit woozy from the headbutt, he attempted to catch Rurik with a swinging right, only for Rurik to duck under and grab Blain by the tights, sending him up and over with a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex. Ever the savant, Rurik immediately dragged Richmond’s semi-conscious body with him and, as the referee forced Krychek to return to his corner, tagged himself in, just as Richmond was coming to. Krychek then descended upon Blain and hooked both legs;

”ONE!”

”TWO!”

”KICK-OUT!”

Steven: “The resiliency of Blain Hhamman prevails, but one has to ask, with Rurik tagging himself in, can the kinship formed between these two men endure the lust for gold!?

Nikki: “Of course it will, Steven, you have to remember, they’re Teh l33t! If one wins, they all win!

Irritated with not getting the pinfall, Krychek immediately went on the attack, dropping two consecutive knees on Blain Hamman’s right arm, before straining it, pulling it back behind him with a painful Fujiwara Armbar.

Steven: “The Fujiwara Armbar is a dangerous move, not only can it end a match, but it can debilitate other wrestlers from using their signature and/or finishing maneuvers! Blain HAS to keep on willing on the crowd to get him to the ropes, otherwise it spells doomsday for his World Heavyweight Championship chances!!

Blain Hamman began shaking his free fist, tapping his right foot on the ground, ANYTHING that would get the crowd going and get him closer to the bottom rope, and after a minute or so, Hamman slowly inched his way far enough to latch onto the bottom rope, freeing himself from Krychek’s hold.

Nikki: “Another close call for Hamman, one HAS to wonder whether or not he has enough left in the tank to pull through this one with a win!

Rurik Krychek jumped on Blain Hamman as Hamman began getting up on his knees with help from the ropes, only to get elbowed straight in the gut, and as Hamman stood on his feet, received a punch to the face for his troubles, then another right, followed by Hamman taking Rurik by the arm and Irish Whipping him clear across the ring. When Rurik returned, Blain picked him up and, with a thunderous crash, spinebustered Rurik Krychek to the mat.

Steven: “Blain’s now got the tide in his favor! He HAS to capitalize on this! And I think he is… He’s signaling for the Logout!

Nikki: “No! Logging out is VERY un l33t! Richmond, you’ve gotta get in there to save Krychek!

However, it seemed that Richmond was busy yelling at a group of fans in the front row to notice Blain Hamman locking his arms around Rurik Krychek’s neck. That is, until 3 individuals in the front row hopped over the fence and split up, one heading the direction of the ref, the other two heading towards the opposite side of the ring.

Steven: “Hey! I know those three! They’re 3 other member of Teh l33t; James Unger, Black Mage, and Ivan! What’re they doing here!?

As the crowd began cheering madly for Blain Hamman, on the verge of picking up his first ever AWL World Heavyweight Championship, James Unger jumped up onto the ring apron and began shouting at referee Vincent V. Vincent, attracting his attention. Despite not having made Krychek tap out, Blain released the hold and, enraged that Unger was costing him his chance to win the gold, stood up and became immediately oblivious to the fact that a near-seven foot behemoth stood right behind him.

Steven: “BLAIN, TURN A-…

But it was too late, for just then, Ivan leveled Blain Hamman with a clothesline to the back of the head, dropping him like a fly. As the Tokyo crowd began to vehemently boo, Black Mage snuck back in the ring, steel chair in hand, looking to permanently end Blain Hamman’s chances of winning the belt here tonight!

Steven: “This is sick and wrong! Somebody need to get the ref away from Unger! And somebody needs to give these two cronies attacking Blain what they deserve-…! CHILL!!!

Indeed, Chill had arrived back on the scene after nearly 5 minutes of lying on the ground from the inadvertent headbutt shot he took earlier, and began taking it to the cronies of Teh l33t, first knocking Black Mage right on his ass with a dropkick into the steel chair into his face, then by ducking Ivan Rurik’s massive arms, and leveling the Russian with a series of lefts and rights, and then, ducking under his right arm, dispatched him with a vicious Downward Spiral. Chill then saw that the referee was being held onto by Unger and, moving Vincent V. Vincent with one arm, punched James Unger clear off the ring apron!

Steven: “Chill’s taken it to Teh l33t! And he’s got this Tokyo crowd going absolutely crazy!!!

Vincent V. Vincent looked at all the carnage, Rurik and Blain’s bodies on the mat, BM, Ivan and Unger all subconscious on the floor, and with one feel swoop yelled at BM, Ivan and Unger to get the hell out of ringside!

Nikki: “What!? You just can’t throw Teh l33t out from ringside!!!

Steven: “The ref ALWAYS has the last word, Nikki, and frankly I couldn’t agree more with his decision!!

Despite being the illegal man, Chill immediately went back to work, picking Krychek up by the scruff of his neck, and then Irish Whipping him into the opposite ropes. However, as Chill prepared to deliver a back body drop, Rurik stopped right before Chill and kicked Chill square in the chest with the toe kick. As Chill stood up, crossing his arms over his chest in pain, Rurik stood to his side and prepared to deliver his trademark maneuver known simply as The Sweep.

Steven: “Rurik’s setting up The Sweep! Wait a minute!!! Blain Hamman just joined on the opposite side of Krychek, setting up a Russian Leg Sweep of his own-…!

Nikki: “LOOK AT RICHMOND CLIMBING THE TURNBUCKLE-…!

Nikki paused for, at that moment, Dave Richmond soared from the top rope, dropkicking Blain Hamman clear in the face, and simultaneously causing Blain and Rurik Krychek to land two Russian Leg Sweeps, flooring the duo as well as the World Heavyweight Champion, Chill!

Nikki: “What a move! This is EXACTLY what the duo of Krychek and Richmond needed! Now all they need is for Richmond to tag himself in!!

Dave Richmond quickly pulled Rurik Krychek towards their corner and immediately tagged himself in, just as Blain Hamman began to budge, and drop kicked the legal man, Hamman, square in the jaw, before hooking his leg;

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THR- NO! BLAIN KICKS OUT!”

Much to the pleasure of the crowd, Blain Hamman somehow found a way to lift his arm off the mat at 2 and three quarters, saving the match for his partner and himself.

Steven: “ANOTHER close call in a match FULL of nail biters!!

As Richmond began arguing with the referee, Rurik Krychek and Chill rolled under the bottom ropes of their respective corners, and slowly began to get up on their feet. Dave Richmond then turned his attention back to Blain Hamman, and lifted him up to his feet, pushing him into the ropes, then Irish whipping him into the opposite ropes. As Blain bounced off of said ropes, Chill reached around and slapped Hamman on the back, tagging himself in.

Nikki: “Richmond had better turn his attention towards Chill, otherwise he’ll be attacking the wrong man!

Dave Richmond bent down, attempting to give Blain Hamman a back body drop, only to get kicked in the upper-abdomen. Reeling, but not out, Richmond immediately reached around, and attempted to know Hamman’s head off with a clothesline, only to have his arm caught by Chill, and placed in a chickenwing position.

Steven: “He’s got it locked in! THE FROSTBITE!! Wait-… Here comes Krychek!!!

Rurik Krychek immediately jumped through the ropes in order to save his partner, as Richmond desperately flings his free arm about, looking for a rope to grab, as Blain Hamman, surprisingly, jumps into action, locking Rurik in a Cobra Clutch from a front chancery position, before dropping him down with a leg trip DDT.

Nikki: “THE OFFICIAL!

The crowd popped as Rurik Krychek lay motionless on the ground, but their cheers began to quickly change tune, for Blain Hamman, after standing up, abruptly walked over to where Chill had Dave Richmond on the verge of tapping out and, much to the chagrin of the audience, stomped Chill right in the face, causing him to break the hold.

Steven: “The gall of Blain Hamman! Chill was on the verge of retaining his championship when he interfered with him!

Nikki: “Steven, I can’t honestly believe you’d expect any better of him! I mean, for fuck sake, it’s a World Heavyweight Championship match! You’re not here to make FRIENDS now, are you!?

As Blain Hamman stood there, Chill slowly rose to his feet, giving Blain a fierce look that plainly showed that Chill had had it with him. Chill immediately approached Blain, and as Richmond slowly rolled to the side, clutching his arm, got right up in Blain’s face. Blain Hamman would have none of it, and sick of Chill running his mouth in his face, Blain reached back and gave Chill one hell of a haymaker.

Steven: “The Champion and the Challenger! It’s come down to this, ladies and gentlemen! It’s come down to a barebones fight between teammates!!!

Chill, not standing for Blain’s actions one bit, reared back and struck Blain in the chin with a right of his own. Soon the two big men, identical in nearly every facet, except for Chill having but an inch of height over Blain, began trading blows, much to the delight of the Tokyo crowd, and soon Chill would take the advantage, catching one of Blain’s lefts, and striking him dead in the gut with his right first, before Irish whipping him into the opposite ropes. Chill, feeding off the audience, clotheslined the hell out of Blain Hamman, but as Blain rose again, and as Chill went for another clothesline, Blain caught Chill’s arm and, much to the chagrin of the Champion, put him in perfect position for one of his trademark maneuvers.

Nikki: “Blain Hamman’s setting up another Official!!!

But before Blain could trip Chill’s leg, the AWL World Heavyweight Champion reached around and delivered a thunderous elbow to Blain’s head, catching him off guard, and as he freed himself from the Cobra Clutch hold, Chill doubled Blain over with a huge toe-kick, lifting him up Canadian Backbreaker style for…

Steven: “THE ICEPICK! CHILL LANDED THE ICEPICK!!!

As Chill sat down, allowing Blain Hamman’s now les-than-conscious body to fall to the mat, he immediately became blind to the most underestimated factor coming into this match. Standing up, Chill turned around just in time to be caught completely off-guard.

Steven: “DAVE RICHMOND-…!

Nikki: “PWN3D!!!

The crowd immediately went comatose, as Dave Richmond rolled up Chill’s body, grabbing a hold of Chill’s tights, a fact that the referee never saw;

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!!!!”

*DING**DING*

Steven: “WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!?!?

"Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A Start" by The Ataris roared through the PA system, as referee Vincent V. Vincent held a flabbergasted, though ecstatic Dave Richmond’s right arm in the air.

Kevin: “The winner, and NEW ACTION WRESTLING LEAGUE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD; DAAAAAAAAAVE RIIIICHMOONNND!!!"

The fans began to boo as Richmond, now on his feet, was awarded the World Heavyweight Championship, celebrating his victory by immediately climbing up to the top of the nearest turnbuckle, showing off his newly won prize to the Tokyo audience. Surprisingly, Rurik Krychek, showing the first signs of life since being knocked out from The Official, got up to his feet and, realizing just what had happened, picked Richmond off of his feet and held him up on his shoulder.

Steven: “Ugh… What a terrible way to cap off a Pay-Per-View…

Nikki: “Says you! Think about all the things that happened tonight, Steven, and think about how we capped it all off with a new World Heavyweight Champion!

Steven: “Yeah but far be it for Chill to roll over and take this for a lying down! Anyway, for Nikki Cooley, this is Steven Travis, signing off!!
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