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AWL Tokyo Clash II
Topic Started: Sep 18 2007, 11:27 PM (254 Views)
Clockman89
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Fireworks shoot off the stage and the ring as the scene opens up to the arena in Tokyo, Japan. "Simple Survival" by Mushroom Head plays over the pa system while the camera pans the crowd to see such amazing signs as "L33t + Titles = New Champions," "Mike Sullivan, Batter's Up!" and "I Know What The Puzzle's Answer is!" The camera finally settles on Iron Mike and Steven Travis.

Steven: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am Steven Travis, and this is my co-hort Iron Mike Sisco.
Iron Mike: Howdy howdy, fuckers.
Steven: What a night we have, but if we stall long enough to tell you what's going on, we'll be killed for further delay.
Iron Mike: First up on the agenda, Mike Stryker, Travis Bane, the loser leaves AWL.

Stryker and Bane began the match staring each other down. Once the bell rang, the staring continued until Stryker finally stepped out of the ring and walked to the back, muttering "It's not worth it."

Bane stood awkardly as soon thereafter Mister Reign came out from the back and declared Bane was not off the hook, and said Bane still has to fight for his job, and brought out Drake Love, promising Drake a favor in return.

The match was slightly longer than fans would have expected, primarily due to Bane running from the former champion for the majority of it. Love finally caught Bane and locked in the Colorado Clutch with ease, and Bane quickly tapped out.

Following the match, Drake Love was interviewed upon reaching the back area and asked why he did Reign that favor. Drake explains that he was given an open contract to face anyone he wants at anytime he wants...And he's going to stick around for the rest of the night and scout out his opponents.

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Iron Mike: That seemed not to take very long at all.
Steven: It's like it was fast forwarded or something. As we're late, we're pressing on and not letting the egotists in the back say ANYTHING. ONWARD!
Iron Mike: Drake Love has taken a seat at ringside, I guess to scout the opponents he could choose?
Steven: Very likely.

Matt Gooding: The following handicap contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Making his way to the ring first, He is the AWL Hardcore Champion!! Weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds! From Detroit, Michigan! SEVEN!!!.

The arena dims down as "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage begins to blares over the arena's PA system. A spotlight shines on the entrance and when KSE's lead singer, Howard, begins to scream a large explosion goes off and fire begins to shoot out of the stage. When the first verse begins, we see Seven and his manager, Kristin, standing tall looking over the cheering fans in attendance. The two make their way down slowly, greeting some fans along the way. Seven slides into the ring under the bottom rope and runs to jump into the nearest corner. A bright spotlight shines down onto the ring while Seven looks at the fans again with a a giant grin on his face during the chorus. The lights slowly begins to brighten back up to normal as the music fades away and Seven begins warming up while awaiting his opponent.

Matt Gooding: And his opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Greg Cherry, Weighing in at a combined weight of 440 pounds! Jack Campbell and Eddie Parker. They are the Cherry Pit Crew!

"Broken Down" by Sevendust hits as the crowd boos. The Cherry Pit Crew, led by Greg Cherry step out on stage as red and blue lights flash behind them. They make their way down to the ring continuing to glance out into the crowd. As they enter the ring, Greg climbs one turnbuckle, Jack climbs another and Eddie climbs the ropes between them. Greg outstretches his arms, Jack points to himself and Eddie raises his fist. The crowd continues to boo as Jack and Eddie prepare themselves for the match while getting last minute instructions from Greg.


The Ref gestures at Greg to leave the ring, Greg and the Pit Crew slide out of the ring for a few more moments of instructions. The ref signals to the Pit Crew to send one in, Campbell walks over to the corner while Parker claps his hands to psyche himself up Campbell starts running towards the ring... Seven gets ready for Parker's assault and is then clotheslined from behind by Campbell. Seven drops to the mat and Campbell follows up with a few kicks to the back of his head. After a few shots, Campbell backs up to the ropes giving Seven a chance to get back to his feet, however when Seven gets up onto his hands and knees Campbell rushes forward and kicks Seven in the ribs, and then drops down for the first pin attempt of the match.

1-kick out

Aggravated Campbell drives his knee into Seven's chest, he then lifts Seven off the mat and plants him back down with a DDT, Campbell walks over and tags out to Parker the two stomp Seven while he's prone. The Ref yells at Campbell to get out, He complies and goes back to his corner as Parker goes for the pin.

1-2-Kick out.

Parker Lifts Seven and whips him at the ropes, Seven bounces off the ropes and nails Parker with a clothesline. Parker quickly gets back to his feet and Seven delivers a snap suplex, Seven and Eddie get back up Seven again sends Parker back down but this time with a belly to belly suplex. Seven runs against the far ropes as Parker gets back to his feet, Greg slips his hand in the ring and all slick like grabs Seven's ankle tripping him... he then smooths his hair back... the ref doesn't buy it and yells at Greg that he's been ejected from ring side. Greg argues with the ref that he didn't do anything while Seven locks Parker in a full nelson for an attempted Dragon suplex, Parker blocks the suplex and then delivers a blatant low blow to Seven. Greg relents and walks to the back, as Parker makes it over to Campbell for a tag. Campbell schoolboys Seven

1-2-Kick out!

Campbell lifts Seven back to his feet and delivers an Atomic face buster, Campbell quickly locks Seven into a single leg crab, Seven however quickly scrambles to the rope. Campbell holds on for the refs entire 5 count and then quickly releases, holding has hands up as if he didn't do anything. Seven uses the ropes to get back to his feet, Seven rushes at Campbell however Campbell reverses Seven with a spine buster. Campbell lifts Seven up and whips him towards the ropes Seven holds on to Campbell's wrist and sends him to the ropes, Seven lifts Campbell and drops him with the Blood lust and quickly makes the cover. The ref tries to signal to Seven that there was a tag. However, Eddie Parker is already in the ring, and quickly locks The Iron Stretch on Seven, Seven attempts to break the hold in vain, and eventually taps out.

Matt Gooding: Here is your winner via Submission! Jack Campbell and Eddie Parker the Cherry Pit Crew!

Drake Love stands up and applauds the Pit Crew as they begin to celebrate their win.

Iron Mike: It's like we started imploying the big boys match times, forcing five star matches into two minutes and decreasing them to minus two stars!
Steven: That's an insult to the good men that worked in that match.
Iron Mike: Eh, they're jobbers, what do I care?
Steven: The voices in my head are telling me there's something important going on in the back.

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“GET IN THE TRUCK!”

Shouts Hunter Weiss as he kicks open the exit door leading to the parking lot. Super Unknown follows closely behind, his hood is drawn and his arms rest at his sides. Hunter has his trusty weed whacker slung over his shoulder as they head for his rusty covered Pickup Truck.

Shortly after the two enter the parking lot the exit door swings open again, this time AWL General Manager William Reign storms out,

William Reign: GET BACK HERE!

Hunter’s posture doesn’t change, he still continues to his truck, Unknown on the other hand stops and looks back over his shoulder, which causes Hunter to snap,

Hunter Weiss: I TOLD YOU TO GET YOUR MUTE ASS IN THE FUCKING TRUCK!

William Reign comes running up to the two as Unknown heads to the passenger side of Hunter’s truck. Hunter is in the process of letting down the tailgate and placing his weed whacker in the trucks bed.

William Reign: Where the HELL do you two think you’re going!?!? You’ve got a match tonight, a big one! Nobody's heard shit from you guys in weeks, and now you're just walking out? what the hell?

Hunter Weiss: Is that so? Well you know what I think about that?

Hunter finally sets the weed whacker down flush and lifts the tailgate back up locking it in place,

Hunter Weiss: I think it ain’t worth the spit you wasted saying it!

Hunter looks over his shoulder again to see Unknown standing there, the door open,

Hunter Weiss: I TOLD YOU TO GET IN THE TRUCK GOD DAMN IT!

Unknown drops his head as he lifts his leg to get into the truck, yet William Reign stops him,

William Reign: No! You two wait a freakin’ minute! I’ve got a damn contract signed by both of you ingrates, you walk out on me here and now, and when we get back to the states I’ll see both of your asses in Court!

Hunter Weiss’s face suddenly becomes enraged, his arms suddenly shoot out like bullets as he grips hold of Reign’s collar, Hunter jerks him around 180 degrees and slams his back up against the tailgate of his truck! Hunter leans in and screams at Reign’s face, spit flying and hitting him all over,

Hunter Weiss: DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE ONE GOD DAMN ABOUT THAT YOU MOTHER FUCKER?!?!

Hunter’s eyes bulge as he leans in real close the Reign, who’s now turned a deep shade of red, not from anger mind you, but from straining to breath as Hunter has now placed one of his big hands around his throat!

Hunter Weiss: I told you long fucking time ago son, when you and I started working together… I was your fucking demolition crew when it came to the likes of fuckers like Chris Winters! I TOLD YOU… Never to FUCK with me!!!

Hunter lets go of Reign’s collar with his non-choking hand and reaches into the bed of the truck, grabbing the weed whacker, he pulls it up until the blades are right next to Reign’s face, Reign gasps for air as his eyes grow wider as he sees the light reflecting off the blades which are less that 2 inches away from his face,

Hunter Weiss: … You remember what I told you don’t you Reign… The same fucking thing I told you when Unknown and I took out the Wombat… I have ways of hurting you that go far BEYOND physical pain!!! I have ways of finding a mans Wife… his Daughter or Son… Mother… Father… Sister, Brother, Aunt, or Uncle… You name em’ and I can find them… I’ll go through your whole damn family like tissue paper… so go ahead big shot… KEEP FUCKING WITH ME!!!

Hunter let go of Reign as he staggered away from the truck gripping his throat, a scowl on his face as he breaths deeply, knowing damn good and well that what he just got could have been a hell of a lot worse.

Hunter Weiss: … I’m leaving this piss hole of a company for a while –

Hunter points over his shoulder with his thumb at Super Unknown,

Hunter Weiss: - Certain dogs need some re-education… And I’ll come back whenever I damn well please… Until then… I’d watch what people say about me if I were you… You wouldn’t want to be caught in the crossfire now would you?

Hunter snarls at Reign as he walks to the driver’s side of his truck, he peers across at Unknown who stares off blankly at William Reign,

Hunter Weiss: … ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF?!?!?

Unknown’s head snaps back at Hunter,

Hunter Weiss: GET IN THE FUCKING TRUCK!!! NOW!!!

Unknown finally lowers his head and gets into the truck, slamming the door as he does. Hunter shakes his head in frustration as he enters the truck and cranks up the engine. William Reign steps out of the way as Hunter backs out of the parking space. William continues to rub his throat as Hunter drives off, but just for a split second, even though he was wearing a mask, it looked as if William Reign and Super Unknown locked eyes… just for a second
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Iron Mike: We're back, and in time for the l33t versus Head Trauma, first tag team tournament match of the night.
Steven: I bet everything I have on the l33t!
Iron Mike: I bet your left nut on Head Trauma.
Steven: I dont think you can bet things that aren't yours.
Iron Mike: Watch me.

Matt Gooding: The following match is schedualed for one fall, and is a semi-final contest of the World Tag Team Championship Tag Team Tournament!

"Gone Shootin'" by AC-DC hits the pa system and the crowd cheers some as 'Scurvy' Sean Sommers walks out from the back. He wears black jeans, a sleeveless referee shirt, and a brown vest with a cow skull on the back. Scurvy walks to the ring, high fiving just a couple of people as he approaches the ring. Scurvy arrives and walks up the stairs. Scurvy steps into the ring, and removes his vest. He throws it out of the ring, and stands in the middle of the ring, glaring at the back as though he's expecting to murder the next person out.

Matt Gooding: Introducing the special referee, he is on the board of directors for SYNERGY, and is one half of the Wild Stallions, 'Scurvy' Sean Sommers!

"Meet Your Master" by Nine Inch Nails begins to play over the PA system whilst the arena is doused in red and white lights in tune to the music. The camera focuses on the stage as Turmoil and Corybant are shown rising up from the floor, Cory on his knees, and Turmoil standing behind him, looking down at the floor. Suddenly, Turmoil throws his arms out to the side, and brings one arm bent out in front of him with the other bent behind him, causing pyro to go off on either side of the duo. Turmoil starts to make his way down to the ring, then notices that Corybant is still on his knees on the stage. Turmoil shakes his head in disbelief and heads back up to the stage and quickly explains to Corybant that they need to go to the ring. Several seconds of nothing happens before Corybant suddenly springs up and sprints down the ramp. Turmoil plays catch-up and follows, sliding into the ring, but doesn't realize Corybant went under the ring instead. Turmoil does his taunt on the turnbuckle, whilst we see Corybant pop his head out from under the ring, biting on the ring apron before he climbs into the ring himself and gets on his knees, waiting for his opponents. Turmoil and Corybant wave to Scurvy, whom ignores them. Corybant walks up in front of Scurvy, and waves frantically trying to get him to wave back. Scurvy glares at him, and Turmoil quickly grabs Corybant and pulls him away.

Matt Gooding: Introducing first, one is on the undefeated streak of fifteen straight Simpsons Life games won, the other...tried hanging himself last week; Corybantic, Turmoil, Head Trauma of the IWC!

"Otherworld" by Nobuo Uematsu hits the pa system and the crowd quickly begins booing and moshing. A few seconds later Rurik Krychek steps out from the back, with James Unger, not in tow, but right beside him. Both wear their wrestling attires, but Unger also wears a dark blue basketball jersey with "UNGER" imprinted on it. They walk to the ring, with Unger taunting some of the fans as they go along. Krychek and Unger arrive in ring side, and glare up into the ring as Scurvy has moved up to the ropes, leaning on them, and staring out at Krychek with a mean smile. Krychek talks to Unger, making gestures towards him, and Unger nods in understandment of something. The duo slides in, and stands up beside Scurvy. They walk to the middle of the ring, passing Scurvy. Scurvy turns and watches them as they head to their corner instantly. Unger walks backwards to it, aiming an invisible sniper rifle at their opponents, hinting at his usual job when the l33t play military games.

Matt Gooding: And their opponents, one is the trusted assassin, the other has held the IPWS World Heavyweight Championship, the OSW World Tag Team Championships, the OSW World Heavyweight Championship, and the NAFW X-Treme Championship; "Teh 455455!|/|" James Unger, Rurik Krychek; the l33t!

Scurvy steps into the middle of the ring and asks all four men to step up. Head Trauma does, but the l33t just watch, generally not taking orders. Unger mockingly moves his invisible sniper rifle over towards Scurvy, who steps up and smacks his hands away. Scurvy grabs Unger by the hair and yanks him to the middle and gestures for Krychek to follow or suffer. Krychek, begrudgingly, steps up beside Unger. Scurvy can audibly heard telling them the rules and warning them that he has no problem with kicking any one of their asses for stepping out of line.

Steven: I can see Scurvy doing much more than punching one of these guys if they step out of order.
Iron Mike: And I encourage it. They'd deserve it.
Steven: You think everyone deserves it.
Iron Mike: And they do.

Scurvy waves them off to the apron, and Corybant quickly does so. Unger and Krychek lingers for a moment, taking a few moments to discuss tactics, before Krychek walks back to the corner. Krychek steps over and Scurvy waves for the bell.

Steven: And we're off!

The bell rings and both Turmoil and Unger begin circling the center of the ring. They pause and lock up, and Unger knee lifts Turmoil in the sternum. Turmoil stumbles, away and Unger runs up behind him. Unger turns him around and knife-edge chops Turmoil. Unger raises his chin and knife-edge chops him again. Turmoil turns around holding his chest. Unger runs to the ropes in front of Turmoil, comes back, and Turmoil leaps into the air and Unger runs into a calf kick.

Turmoil quickly flings himself onto Unger. 1...2...Unger scoots himself out from under Turmoil and sits up. Turmoil is quick to his feet and kicks Unger in the spine. Unger lays back, cringing, and Turmoil charges to the ropes. Turmoil leaps into a handstands, bounces off the ropes, flips back to his feet, and flings himself backwards with a standing twisting moonsault. Turmoil leans back with a cover. 1...2...Unger hooks his arms with an arm and a leg and rolls Turmoil into a pin. 1...2...kick out.

Iron Mike: Quick two counts by both men, neither team has an advantage yet.

Both men quickly begin getting to their feet, and Turmoil beats Unger there. Turmoil runs up to Unger, who scoots out of the way, and lands an uppercut, for lack of a better term, to the back of Turmoil's legs. His knees go forward but his upper body falls backwards. Unger is quick to his feet, and stomps Turmoil in the face to keep him from going anywhere. Unger steps onto Turmoil's knees, and lightly bounces up and down to apply pressure. Turmoil flings his upper body up, grabs Unger around the waist and flings back with a german suplex. Turmoil bridges. 1...2...kick out.

Both men get to their feet. Unger side steps a clothesline attempt and lands a low round house kick to the back of Turmoil's legs, bending him back again. Unger quickly gets up, and runs to the ropes. Turmoil begins sitting up again, but Unger leaps and plants both feet into his chest and slams him back down with a Koopa Killer. Unger's momentum sends him into the ropes, where he catches himself. Unger smirks at the crowd who boo him. Unger walks up to Turmoil, and lays a foot across his chest. 1...2...Turmoil kicks out, and Unger drops with a knee across his face.

Steven: Unger's showing Turmoil what happens when you oppose him. You get a knee to the face.
Iron Mike: I'll keep that in mind the next time you argue with me.
Steven: No, you won't.

Shuffling is heard.

Steven: GET OFF ME!

Unger straddles Turmoil's chest, and grabs his mask. Unger slams a fist into Turmoil's face, and repeats it. Scurvy counts. 1...2...3...4...Unger stands up, but holds onto the mask. Unger pulls Turmoil up, and drops him with a european uppercut. Unger takes a small walk in a semi-circle around Turmoil, straightening his pants. Unger squats down, grabs Turmoil's mask and pulls him up by it. Unger leads Turmoil over to a corner and slams him head first into it.

Unger turns Turmoil around and knife-edge chops him. Unger skips backwards and then charges in at Turmoil. Unger steps onto the middle rope and raises his knee for a knee lift, but Turmoil ducks, and commando rolls out of the corner. Unger turns around on the ropes, Turmoil runs up, springboards off the ropes and lands an enziguri to Unger's head. Unger's eyes glaze over and he sits on the top rope. Krychek shouts at Unger, and Scurvy quickly moves towards Krychek, who raises his hands in innocence.

Steven: Ow, my nose.
Iron Mike: Krychek has his arms raised innocently, not that he's ever been innocent.

Turmoil pulls himself up, and quickly runs over to Corybantic. Turmoil tags him in, and both men run down the side of the ropes, Corybant still on the apron. Corybant leaps over the ropes, and quickly lays down, as Turmoil climbs up the corner. Turmoil wraps Unger up in a side headlock, and then flies off the corner, bulldogging Unger's head into Corybant's. Unger rolls on the ground, holding his head while Corybant seems to have felt nothing. Turmoil quickly gets back to his corner, and Corybant covers. 1...2...kick out.

Corybant grabs Unger's arm and stands up. Corybant wrenches the arm and then stomps Unger's foot. Unger tries a punch with his left hand, but Corybant catches it, and holds both of Unger's wrists, turning him around so Unger not facing Corybant. Corybant places a foot on Unger's hip, and shoves himself up into the air, lunges over Unger and headscissors Unger. Corybant kicks up as Unger grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up. Unger runs into a knee lift from Corybant, who then runs to the ropes. Corybant dives at the ground feet first, and slides on his back right under Unger. Corybant then kicks his feet up into Unger's face, standing him up.

Iron Mike: The ever unorthodox Corybantic is certainly taking the fight to Unger.
Steven: No...seriously man, I think you broke my nose.
Iron Mike: Unger needs to tag out quickly if the l33t want to get into the finals.
Steven: I'm bleeding all over the place here...
Iron Mike: Oh quit your fucking whining. You hit me, you broke my nose, I'm bleeding, you're in bed with my wife, will you shut up?!
Steven: What about my wife?
Iron Mike: Nothing.

Corybant quickly gets up, and walks up Unger, and drops with a frankensteiner. Unger holds his head, and Krychek holds his arm out for a tag. Unger slowly begins trying to make his way there, Corybant runs up to Krychek and shouts PLOGO! into his face before running back to Unger and dropkicking him in the face. Corybant covers. 1...2...Krychek stomps the head of Corybant. Scurvy shoves Krychek into the corner and Krychek gets onto the apron. Krychek holds his hand out for a tag again, and Unger begins reaching. Corybant gets to his knees, and leaps onto Unger's back. Corybant grabs the arm of Unger and tries pulling it away, but Unger's focused. Corybant then bites the forearm of Unger, to the amusement of the crowd.

Not to the amusement of Scurvy, however, who pulls Corybant off Unger and shoves him to the ground. The crowd boos Scurvy, as Unger tags Krychek behind Scurvy's back. Corybant looks to be pouting as Krychek steps into the ring. Krychek goes around Scurvy. Scurvy grabs Krychek's arm before he attacks Corybant, and orders him back to the apron. Krychek insists he tags, and Scurvy says he doesn't want to hear it. Krychek continues his protest as Unger and Corybant pull themselves up. Scurvy slaps Krychek and orders him back to the apron.

Iron Mike: Uh-oh. Scurvy slapped Krychek. He does not look happy.
Steven: No...really...what was that about my wife.
Iron Mike: Look, Krychek's in.

Krychek warns Scurvy not to attack him again, and Scurvy shoves Krychek. Scurvy's intimidating figure doesn't concern Krychek apparently as Krychek shoves Scurvy back. Scurvy rears his arm back, as Unger flies between the two of them with a dropkick on Corybant. Krychek quickly gets back to the corner, most likely glad he didn't have to continue what he was doing. Unger covers Corybant. 1...2...kick out. Unger pulls himself up and grabs Corybant's arm. Unger pulls him over to the l33t corner and tags Krychek, much to the dismay of the Japan crowd.

Krychek steps into the corner, grabs the top rope and begins stomping Corybant in the chest. 1...2...3...4...Krychek stops the stomping, and takes a small walk as Scurvy checks on Corybant. Scurvy backs off after a couple seconds of not being able to understand Corybant. Corybant sits up, and Krychek charges back in, slapping a knee into his face. Krychek bends down and grabs Corybant's mask. Krychek pulls him up, and brings him to the middle of the ring. Krychek front facelocks Corybant, and grabs a leg. Krychek heaves Corybant up, turns him over and body slams him in the middle of the ring.

Iron Mike: A fisherman's body slam for lack of a better term.
Steven: The awesome that is Krychek is putting the lesser awesome that is Corybant in his place of lesser awesomeness.

Krychek runs to the ropes, rebounds off it, and drops with a senton splash across Corybant's chest. Krychek leans back for a pin. 1...2...Corybant kicks out. Krychek grabs his arm and stands up while pulling him up. Krychek pulls Corybant into a head and wing catch, but Corybant starts going craz...ier. Corybant elbows him in the back of the head, and goes behind Krychek with a hammerlock. Krychek flings an arm back to elbow Corybant, who ducks it, catching Krychek's arm behind his head. Corybant bridges backwards, backdropping Krychek, but keeping him in a pin. 1...2...Krychek rolls off to a side.

Corybant still holds Krychek's arm, and quickly gets up as Krychek arrives on his knees. Corybant flings a leg, Krychek catches it, stands up, tucks a leg behind Corybant's, and rushes forward, tripping Corybant to the ground. Krychek frees his arm and slams front elbows into Corybant's face. Krychek pulls himself to his feet and grabs Corybant's head. Krychek sits him up, and applies a butterfly on Corybant. Krychek pulls Corybant to his feet, but Corybant spins out of it.

Iron Mike: Corybant's a slippery devil.
Steven: It's almost like he's oiled up with bacon grease like some sexy Scottish man.
Iron Mike: ...what?

Corybant flings a leg for a round house kick, but Krychek ducks it. Krychek grabs his arm and backs him up to a set of ropes before whipping him across the ring. Corybant comes back, Krychek ducks and tries shoulder back tossing Corybant into ringside. Corybant, however, guides himself down to the apron. Krychek turns around to see him land, but takes a jab to the face. Krychek stumbles back a couple of steps and Corybant slingshots himself, sommersaulting through the air, and landing a double leg lariat to Krychek, knocking him down. Corybant covers. 1...2...kick out.

Turmoil holds an arm out for Corybant to tag, and Corybant walks on his knees, across Krychek's chest, towards him. Once on the other side, Krychek grabs a leg, and throws himself into Corybant to drop him to the mat. Krychek quickly attatches a single legged boston crab. Krychek squats down and pulls on the leg, but Corybant pushes himself up, and reaches for Turmoil. Corybant tags out, and Turmoil quickly springs up to the top rope, and crashes into Krychek, and drags him to the mat with a bulldog.

Iron Mike: Bulldog out of the boston crab.

Corybant crawls to the apron, and Turmoil quickly gets up, as Krychek rolls over. Turmoil grabs the top rope, and flings his legs over them. Turmoil falls back with an Arabian moonsault. Turmoil keeps for a pin. 1...2...kick out. Turmoil worms up to his feet and proceeds to do a sommersault splash across the chest of Krychek. Turmoil gets back to his feet, and grabs the top rope again. Turmoil leaps over them onto the apron, and proceeds to the same back into the ring, with a leg drop.

Turmoil covers yet again. 1...2...Unger flies across the ring and forearms the back of Turmoil's head. Scurvy lunges for Unger, but Unger rolls out of the ring to avoid it. Krychek feels his face as Turmoil pulls himself up. Scurvy keeps an eye on Unger as he jogs back to the corner and leaps onto the apron. Turmoil grabs Krychek and pulls him to one knee, when Krychek punches Turmoil in the stomach. Krychek pulls himself to his feet and jabs Turmoil in the face. Turmoil sways and takes another jab. Turmoil stumbles, and Krychek leaps into the air, enziguring the side of Turmoil's head.

Steven: Krychek with stiff jabs to Turmoil's head, and follows up with an enziguri.

Krychek brings himself to his feet and stares at Turmoil, contemplating his next move. Krychek finally decides what he's doing and grabs Turmoil's head as Turmoil got to his hands and knees. Turmoil bats Krychek's hands away and takes a shin pad to the side of the head for his trouble. Krychek pulls Turmoil to his feet and wrenches his arm. Krychek brings Turmoil over to the corner with Unger and tags Unger in. Krychek tells Unger something and Unger nods. The duo bring Turmoil to the middle of the ring, and stand behind and in front of him. They take a step back, walk up Turmoil and land a double enziguri into Turmoil's head.

Krychek quickly gets back to the corner, and Unger proceeds to stand up and land a double stomp to Turmoil's head. Unger then kneels down onto the head of Turmoil, and just keeps his weight over it. Turmoil grabs Unger's leg and rolls over, planting Unger face first into the mat. Turmoil quickly stands up, and pulls Unger into a wheel barrow hold. Turmoil yanks Unger up and backwards with a german suplex. Unger holds the back of his head and kicks his legs in pain. Turmoil lays in the middle of the ring, grasping his head in pain, as it appears to be the focus of the l33t's attacks.

Iron Mike: Turmoil gets himself a little breathing time after that suplex. Turmoil's in bad shape, his head has been a target for a while now, no doubt setting up for both finishers of both men.
Steven: That's what they do. They're injury smelling sharks.

Turmoil rolls onto his stomach and begins crawling towards Corybant. Unger begins pulling himself up as Turmoil is almost there. Unger charges across and back elbows Corybant off the apron. Turmoil springs to his feet, and Unger slams a front elbow into his face. Unger slams a couple more into his face before charging to the ropes. Unger rebounds, and Turmoil lands a dropsault to his face, and lays down as Corybant gets back onto the apron. Corybant offers a hand to Turmoil, trying to get him to tag. Turmoil begins crawling back to Corybant. Three inches...two inches...one inches...bell rings.

Corybant leans back, and grabs his head before muttering a random string of insanities. Corybant runs down the apron, climbs up a corner and leaps down into ringside. The camera follows Corybant in his laps around the ring, passing Krychek as he stands beside the ring bell with a hammer. Scurvy complains to Krychek for ringing the bell, even if he can't quite figure out why bells make Corybantic go crazy. Corybant finally dives under the ring, and Krychek returns to the apron.

Iron Mike: It's low down, taking advantage of a crazy person.
Steven: And yet, there's nothing wrong with it.

Turmoil pulls himself up and leans into the corner, upset at the antics. Unger pulls himself up, and grabs Turmoil around the waist. Unger flings back, german suplexing Turmoil, making sure he lands on his head. Unger and Turmoil move back to their feet and Unger aims to plant a german suplex into the corner, but Turmoil blocks it with a leg around Unger's. Turmoil back elbows Unger in the face, and goes behind Unger. Turmoil leaps onto the middle ropes, and lunges forward. Turmoil lands on Unger's shoulders, and Unger falls forward, face first into the mat.

Turmoil leans back and hooks Unger's legs and the thrust up into the air. Turmoil rocks forward so he's sitting on Unger's head, arms tucked by the legs, and legs tucked by the arms. Turmoil pushes down with a unique boston crab variant. Unger grunts in pain, and it's not long before Krychek has rushed in and landed that move that went out of style in the 1980's; the mongolian chop. Turmoil releases the hold and falls to the ground, holding his neck, as Krychek returns to the apron.

Iron Mike: Rrring. Rrring. Hey Krychek, it's the 80's. They want your crappy move back.
Steven: Bite him!

Unger and Turmoil feel their wounds, and Unger is the first to begin to move to his feet. A small trickle of blood comes from Unger's nose, from where he landed. Unger arrives on his feet as Turmoil arrives on his. Unger stumbles forward and tags Krychek, before going onto the apron. Krychek gets into the ring and meets Turmoil on his feet with a jab to the face. Krychek lands another, and Turmoil staggers. Krychek runs up, and STOs Turmoil to the mat. Krychek latches on the head and wing lock, plants his feet on the ground, and stands up, bringing Turmoil up with him, and falls back with a complete shot. Krychek latches in the Ænema, and the crowd instantly roars with boos.

Krychek shoves with the leg, pulls with the arms, and Turmoil is struggling to keep going. Scurvy pays close attention to Turmoil, asking if he wants to give up or not. Turmoil shakes his head, and struggles to take his breathes. Krychek shouts in Russian at him. Turmoil reaches for the ropes but is far from them. Turmoil tries pushing himself up, to perhaps crawl, but is unable to arrive there as Krychek squeezes the Ænema in more. Turmoil raises his hand to begin tapping when Corybant slides into the ring, and dives into Krychek, shouting his insanities.

Steven: It's locked in! The submission is locked in! It's all over!
Iron Mike: It's not over 'till the fat lady sings!
Steven: What about my wife again?!

Corybant gets up and gets back to his corner, as Krychek feels his face where Corybant's knee hit. Turmoil coughs and splutters, trying to get fill his lungs with air once again. Unger and Corybant both wave their hands for tags. Krychek and Turmoil begin pulling themselves up. They arrive on their feet, and Turmoil tries walking past Krychek, but is caught into the head and wing catch again. Krychek yanks Turmoil toward the l33t corner and drops with a complete shot mid-way there. Krychek gets up, and walks over to the l33t corner. Krychek tags in Unger, but then climbs to the top rope. Krychek squats, preparing for no doubt a diving headbutt.

Krychek stands up, and abruptly the top rope snaps. Krychek falls to his right, and crashes into the apron on the way down. Scurvy quickly charges and slides out of the ring, and begins checking on Krychek. Turmoil and Corybant watch Scurvy kneel out of site, and Turmoil begins pulling himself up. Unger springs up onto the...uh...new version of the top rope which is amazingly where the middle rope used to be. Unger flies through the air and tackles Turmoil to the ground with a clothesline, showing no concern for Krychek whatsoever.

Iron Mike: Krychek dropped out of sight, and I think it's become a two on one.
Steven: What kind of a crappy show are we running here?!
Iron Mike: The best kind. Apparently the stage hands didnt put that together properly.

Scurvy slides back into the ring as Unger gets up and pulls Turmoil to his feet. Unger european uppercuts Turmoil, and Turmoil doesn't fall. Unger grabs his arm and whips him to the ropes. Turmoil catches the ropes, turns and tags in Corybant. Corybant leaps over the ropes, and charges. Corybant lunges with a spinning wheel kick, and Unger ducks, charging in at Turmoil. Unger leaps and dropkicks Turmoil, sending him stumbling out of the ring. Unger quickly gets up, and Corybant runs past into the corner. Corybant heaves himself onto the middle rope, and lunges over Unger as he turned around, pulling him into a sunset flip. 1...2...kick out.

Unger rolls heels over head to his feet, and grabs the head of Corybant. Unger grabs his pants and brings Corybant to his feet and then up into the air. Unger drops with a brainsbuster, and quickly covers. 1...2...kick out. Unger grabs Corybant's head and pulls him up. Corybant bats his hands away and kicks him in the stomach. Corybant leaps onto his back and rolls forward with the Fwaghart. 1...2...kick out. Corybant stands up, and mutters his insanities as he runs up to a corner and rapidly kicks it. Unger slowly picks himself up.

Iron Mike: The Fwaghart almost ended the l33t in the tournament.
Steven: No it didn't, quit lying. I knew he'd kick out, he's l33t.

Corybant charges, Unger ducks and lifts him into a fireman's carry. Unger spins, Corybant kicks his legs out and lands on his feet. Unger quickly pulls Corybant into a small package. 1...2...3! The bell rings and Unger releases the package. Unger quickly rolls out of the ring towards Krychek, and workers quickly begin running down to fix the top rope.

Steven: HAHA! Unger snuck in the pin, and the l33t pass!
Iron Mike: Despite the odds being against him near the end, I think it's clear that Unger has proven his spot in the l33t.
Steven: I doubt it.

The crowd boos relentlessly, but despite it, Drake Love is on his feet and applauding. Unger reaches down and helps Krychek to his feet. Krychek leans heavily on his tag team partner, as Unger helps him around the ring. They move slowly past Drake Love, whom Krychek notices.

Iron Mike: Drake Love is on his feet showing his respects to a couple of amazing competitors.
Steven: No, he's showing his respect to SUPERIOR competitors. Never get that wrong.

Krychek glares suspiciously at Drake Love, but is in no condition to do anything, and continues walking with James. Turmoil pulls himself into the ring as Scurvy drops out of the ring. Scurvy passes, and shakes hands with Drake Love as he goes past. Corybantic and Turmoil are on their feet. Head Trauma briefly hugs each other before the two scamper out of the ring. Turmoil shakes hands with Drake Love, and Corybant leaps into him for a hug, planting kisses all over the bald head of Drake's.

Steven: Ew.
Iron Mike: Queer.

Turmoil pulls Corybant off, apologizes to the bemused Drake Love, and leads Corybant off for the back.

Iron Mike: So this means, you have lost your left nut.
Steven: But I won...
Iron Mike: Yeah but Head Trauma lost, and therefor you lose a nut. How much of a winner are you, really?
Steven: It's not like you're gonna do it?
Iron Mike: No, but I know a guy...
Steven: WHAT?!

Matt Gooding: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! And will begin with a new Debuting Team! As well, by order of William Reign, the loser of this match MUST leave the AWL permanently! First representing Tokyo, Japan! Weighing in at 130 pounds!


[align=center]“Generic Carnival Music”[/align]


Steven: What the hell is going on now? This match wasn’t scheduled…
Iron Mike: Yeah? Well it looks to me like the Carnival’s in town, Stevey!

As the fans grow confused at the sounds coming over the PA System, we soon see all sorts of Carnival folk walking down the entrance ramp from backstage and around the sides of the ramp. Clowns, bearded ladies, fire tamers, sword eaters, and even little midgets on unicycles. All of which crowd around the ring, but the midgets on the unicycles are lifted up by some of the people and are put into the ring under the bottom rope. They run around honking black horns in the ring and begin jumping up and down. Finally, one of the clowns outside grabs a mic and slides it into who appears to be the “Head Midget” wearing blue overalls, no shirt, and red clown shoes. He’s bald, has a unibrow and has a black round hat on.

Head Midget: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages! Tokyo, Japan PROUDLY brings to you… THE TOKYO CARNIVALE! Featuring us! The Uni-People! Brows, cycles, and even a single eye!

Steven: Oh God…
Iron Mike: Hahaha! Come on Stevey! This is hilarious!

He turns and points to the only midget who has a facial deformity of a missing eye.

Head Midget: Also featuring Olga, The Bearded Transvestite!

Steven: Oh you’re kidding me… God help us…
Iron Mike: This is freaking GREAT! Ahahaha!!!

He now hobbles around to point at a man, dressed a VERY fat woman wearing pink lingerie over top of a purple tube top and a pink skirt. Makeup looks splattered over her/his face and strokes her/his long beard which actually reaches the floor.

Head Midget: And how about our red haired trio! The “Fla-Men-Strators!”!

Iron Mike: Ppfftt!! Ahahaha!
Steven: Of course…

The crowd proceeds to just laugh at the name as the three men outside commence lighting their swords on fire and swallowing them. Then bringing them back out and dancing around with the various clowns clustered around the ring.

Head Midget: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome. The AWL’s new ELITE Stable, THE T! C! E! THE TOKYO. CARNIVALE. EXTREME!

Suddenly, the lights go dim, but not off, and everyone involved in this begins to dance around in spotlights with (The Simpson’s) Duffman’s “Oh Yeah!!” theme song. After a good twenty seconds of dancing, roughly 5 (and all) of the clowns slide into the ring and begin dancing with the four Uni-People. The Bearded Lady remains outside as “The Fla-Men-Strators” now enter the ring, but leave their swords behind. The lights finally turn off and the Head Midget picks up the mic again. The crowd is simply laughing along and going along with it.

Steven: Well THAT was a complete and utter waste of our ring time. Let’s get on with the match…
Iron Mike: Sshhh!! I think he’s got something else to say! … Pft, ahaha! Fla-Men-Strators.

Head Midget: SO! Lets see here… I think since the loser of this match is going to leave AWL permanently… *Whispers:* Spoiler Alert. Not us. *Normal:* I think it’s best if I take this match and single handedly rid the AWL of whoever the hell it is. Though… Mister Reign didn’t specify exactly who I’d be facing, but regardless… THEY DON’T STAND A CHANCE!!


[align=center]“The Bird & The Worm” by The Used


“He wears his heart safety-pinned to his backpack,
His backpack is all that he knows…
Shot down by strangers whose glances can cripple,
The heart and devour the soul.”
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The lights go out and lights begin to pulse throughout the arena a pitch black and white. The stage lights up with images flashing across the screen of a shifty silhouette standing in front of a grave, a lone tree stands fading to death in front of him. Leaves fall down and swing in the wind around him, the leaves turn from a healthy red, yellow and orange to a jet black. The silhouette bows his head.

[align=center]“All alone he turns to stone,
While holding his breath half to death…
Terrified of what's inside to,
Save his life, he crawls like a worm from a bird…
(All alone) crawls like a worm from a bird…!”
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The image fades out to these last lyrics and the lights continue to pulse after it disappears and not confetti, black, white and silver rain down from the air during the final phrases of these lyrics. The “Tokyo Carnivale Extreme” inside the ring look around confused as to what’s happening. They look up at the ramp as smoke begins to spray up from the entranceway and stage. The crowd remains silent as the song fades out again. The light remain dark and flashes spray across the arena from cameras.

[align=center]…



“Leave. Or Die.”


“King of Kings” by Motorhead


“BEHOLD THE KING…
THE KING OF KINGS…
ON YOUR KNEES DOG!”
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The crowd rises to their feet as the smoke emanating from the stage grows heavier and through it stands the same silhouette from the video. The smoke begins to clear from the entranceway, but remains around the stage in the air, but more so across the floor. The figure begins to walk forward, his tattered cape gliding behind him, his gray and silver crowd with green emeralds sits crooked on his head, his long, black hair flows through the air looking worn and experienced. They walk forward to the top of the ramp until the crowd finally sees who it is and gets to a slight fever pitch. Across the screen flashes:

[align=center]THE TANG[/align]

The Tang, now dawning his war-torn King attire descends down the ramp to the ring. The lights around the arena have now begun to flash orange, red, yellow, black, white and silver randomly. Spotlights circle the crowds cheering and inside the ring, The Tokyo Carnivale Extreme, are stunned and have retreated against the furthest ropes from the entrance ramp. The Tang stops at the edge of the ramp, with his head still lowered, then walks forward to the apron. He reaches up, head still down, and pulls himself up. Then, he slowly lifts his head up to look at the “TCE” with a snarl. He uses his hands to untie the cape fastened at each shoulder and the cape falls to the floor outside the ring. The fans cheer excitingly for this. He climbs into the ring and turns away from the TCE. He kneels down in front of the ropes, and removes his Crown and places it under the bottom rope where no one can touch it. He then stands up after performing the Sign of the Cross with his right hand and turns back.

Head Midget: H-He-Hey now, no need to… To do anything RASH, right? After all… Th-This was just for fun, right?

The fans boo their “for fun” reason as The Tang continues to stare.

Head Midget: S-So your not go-going to leave?

Continues to stare.

Head Midget: Fine then! Get him!

From nowhere, 3 of the 5 clowns charge The Tang who opens fire with huge right and left hands to each one after the other. All three drop and roll out of the ring before you know it and then the Head Midget sends the remaining two clowns and the “Flaming Men” at him. Tang sidesteps a clown connects with a Spinebuster on the other. He springs up, spins and lets loose with a huge right hand to the first clown. Both drop, but remain in the ring out cold, but from nowhere the “FM-Strators” outnumber him from behind and take him down with heavy stomps. The Head Midget soon after orders them to put him into the corner and they do so to the enormous boo from the crowd. The Head Midget orders for one of the other three midgets to go down on all fours, then the other two to get on each other’s back behind that one to create a small step stool of sorts in front of Tang, whose being held back and being kicked in the midsection still.

The Head Midget runs across to the opposite side of the ring and back, and looks like he’s about to run off the stepstool of three midgets, but The Tang explodes out of the corner by raw power, sending the FMS stumbling back. One charges, but he clotheslines him, literally, out of his shoes! The other two come at him, but he double clotheslines them both! The three midgets rush him, but he hits a Boot to one’s face, and drops to his knees with both fists extended to the remaining two’s heads. Everyone’s knocked out cold except for the Head Midget.


Head Midget: Whoa, whoa, whoa there big fella! Now, now! Hold your temper! He-HEY!!!

The Tang takes a step forward and grabs him by the head, brushing his hat off his head like it’s a play thing.

*DING* *DING* *DING*

The referee finally calls for the ACTUAL BELL to start the match, but The Tang lifts the midget up into the air in a Guerilla Press and violently slams him down into Brainbuster DDT. The Tang covers to the cheering of the fans.

ONE! TWO! THREE!

Matt Gooding: The Tokyo Carnival Extreme must now leave the AWL permanently! And therefore! Here is your winner! Theeeeee TANG!

The Tang stands back up as the referee takes a step back. Tang reaches down and pulls the Midget up to his feet and then up into another Guerilla Press and this time moves towards the ropes, where now the entire assemble of the rest of the TCE is looking in at Tang. The Tang runs and absolutely throws the Head Midget over the top rope and downward into the pile of people, taking every TCE member out in the process. The Tang lets out a roar of energy and power as the fans pop with cheers. He grabs his Crown and places it back on his head and climbs a turnbuckle, letting our more yells and tells everyone that…

The Tang: I’M BACK!

The lights in the arena shut off randomly.

Steven: No, no! LEAVE THOSE ALONE!
Iron Mike: We're having power outages, Joey's not here yet.
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The lights turn back on and all the Tangness has been removed.

Steven: Alright, alright! Let me try to get even. If Daye and Night win, I get my left nut back.
Iron Mike: Fine, but if they lose, your lose your right nut.
Steven: What, no, damnit!

Matt Gooding: The following match is schedualed for one fall, and is a semi-final contest of the World Tag Team Championship Tag Team Tournament!

"Gone Shootin'" by AC-DC hits the pa system and the crowd cheers some as 'Double U' William Winters walks out from the back. He wears blue jeans, a sleeveless referee shirt, and a brown vest with a cow skull on the back. Winters walks down the ring, taking his time to high five a few fans as he approaches the ring. Winters walks up the steel steps onto the apron. Winters grabs the top rope and prepares himself for a moment before leaping over the top rope and landing on his feet, not with the grace he once had, but still decent for a man his age. Winters strips off his vest, and tosses it outside. Winters stretches his shoulders.

Matt Gooding: Introducing the special referee, he is on the board of directors for SYNERGY, and is one half of the Wild Stallions, 'Double U' William Winters!

"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 rig 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. Sammy hops down and trades high fives with Jessica and Joe.

Matt Gooding: Introducing first, they are the former World Tag Team Champions of AWL, one has been the OW! World Heavyweight Champion, and the other is known as Mister International for holding the WECWF International Heavyweight Championship a record of three times; accompanied by Jessica Summers, Sammy Night, Joe Daye; Daye & Night!

Wasabi Dragon XXIV steps out from the back and "Higher Ground" by Red Hot Chili Peppers hits the pa system. Wasabi Dragon stands on the middle of the stage and looks around as a large purple dragon balloon is moved around the arena by wires. Wasabi watches as it weaves and dives around the arena, enjoying the theatrics of it. Wasabi grins, not like you can see that though. Wasabi then marches towards the ring, with a brisk pace you would expect to this theme song. The camera zooms in on the jumbo tron where we see a video playing. It pans over a lush garden with just the right amount of trees, and a river running through it. The camera pans over animals walking out of the gates of the garden. A lion has part of a zebra in his mouth. The camera pans to a tree where a bird sits, watching. The bird makes no attempt to join the leaving animals, but sits there as though he belongs. A few seconds later it turns to the camera and it's eyes glow blue. It stands up, spreads it's wings and erupts into flames. The flames continue growing until it's the entire screen. The camera zooms out and the flames continue spreading off screen due to amazing pyrotechnic timing. Eventually it stops growing in the shape of the bird. Soon the flames die down, and behind where the tail of it was stands Phoenix, hands on El Campeon de Copa de Conquistadore Championship Cup, in his wrestling gear. He also wears a black cape with a pair of burning wings painted on the back, the cape is attatched to his wrists. Phoenix runs down the ramp, and slides into the ring as Wasabi steps up the stairs and steps in. The duo watch the dragon flying around. Finally upon getting close enough to touch the ring ropes on the far side of the ring from the entrance, the dragon shoots off towards the crowd, and makes a U turn. It shoots off back towards the ring as Wasabi Dragon kneels down and raises his arms. The dragon flies over him, and releases traditional Japanese streamers, before going above the lights in the arena.

Matt Gooding: And their opponents, one is continuing the Wasabi Dragon Legacy, the other is current reigning and defending EPP El Campeon de Copa de Conquistadores; Wasabi Dragon XXIV, Phoenix; The Killer Birds of the IWC!

Wasabi stands up, removes his cape and begins to help clean up the streamers before the match begins. Phoenix grabs a handfull of streamers and tosses them up in front of Wasabi, and Wasabi glares at him. Sammy and Jessica trade a quick kiss, and Sammy steps down on the bottom rope, and lifts on the middle. She steps through and drops to the ringside. Daye and Night then help kick the streamers out of the ring. The two fan favorite teams look at each other from across the ring. Daye, Night, Wasabi and Phoenix stand in the middle of the ring look at each other. Wasabi offers hand shakes to Daye and Night, and they accept. Night takes the chance to offer a handshake to Phoenix. Phoenix reluctantly accepts it, but makes sure to flash his cup to Night. Daye offers one, and Phoenix accepts it.

Steven: A nice offer by the Killer Birds, hand shakes all around to show respect to one another.
Iron Mike: The entire TPCW has been practically unstoppable since they entered the AWL, and both Daye and Night have to have that in the back of their minds.

Double U tells them to get to their corners, and the two teams talk quickly. Wasabi takes the Copa de Conquistadores and walks over to the corner. Wasabi sets it on the apron and steps onto the apron himself. A stage hand grabs it and takes it to the announcer table. Daye and Night keep talking for a moment before bumping their knuckles together and Daye jogs over to their corner. Daye steps onto the apron, and Night and Phoenix stare at each other for a moment, as the crowd cheers for both teams. Phoenix and Night look around as everybody in the stands is cheering for one, the other, or both teams, creating quite the loud noise.

Steven: The Japanese crowd is very respectful to those who treat them with respect.
Iron Mike: That and Wasabi's from this country.

Double U waves for the bell, and it rings. Phoenix and Sammy Night quickly begin circling the center of the ring. They pause for a moment before lunging in for a lock up. The two push and shove briefly, before Night goes behind Phoenix in a hammerlock. Night pulls up on his arm, trying to get into Phoenix's mind early on, even if Sammy's not the type to use mind games. Phoenix in his expertise spins out of it, and drop toe holds Sammy to the mat. Phoenix quickly commando rolls, not past him, but on top of him, and lands in front of Sammy. Phoenix charges, Sammy quickly gets to his feet and throws Phoenix over head with a shoulder back toss.

Phoenix flips to his feet, however, and takes off to the ropes. Phoenix hits the ropes and comes back. Night tries a punch, but Phoenix ducks, and catches the arm. Phoenix brings Night's arm behind him into a hammerlock this time. However, unlike Night, Phoenix doesn't stick around for it. Phoenix pushes them both forward into the ropes, and as the run into it, Phoenix sommersaults over Night, over the ropes and to the outside while holding his arm, bringing it into the top rope quite hard.

Steven: Unique arm breaker by Phoenix.
Iron Mike: That was an unneccesary flip.

Night walks back into the middle of the ring, holding his shoulder, and scowling slightly, as Phoenix landed on his feet in ring side. Phoenix quickly slides back in and charges at Night, but is caught by across the chest with a knee lift. Phoenix drops to his knees, holding his chest, and Night pulls him up, and wrenches the arm. Night holds the wrenched arm for a moment, and then spins slightly, bringing the arm over him, and twists it quickly. Phoenix sommersaults over to his back to keep from the pressure from hitting him. Night quickly steps to pull him up, but Phoenix kicks him in the face.

Phoenix kicks up and twists his arm out of it, and then twists Sammy's. Phoenix lunges at Sammy, wrapping his legs around his head. Sammy throws the legs off, and Phoenix lands on his feet like a cat, but that would mean he would want to eat himself. Sammy steps up Phoenix and enziguris him. Phoenix sommersaults over onto his back, and grasps his head, as Sammy pulls himself to his feet. Sammy is quick to grab the head of Phoenix and pull him to his feet. Sammy headlocks Phoenix and then quickly takes him back to the mat with a simple headlock take over.

Iron Mike: Good strategy by Sammy Night, ground the bird so he can't fly.
Steven: I'm not sure Night's actuallt trying for a submission here, but certainly it will get into Phoenix's mind when he can't fly like he wants.

Sammy wrenches in the headlock, and Phoenix's shoulders are on the mat. 1...2...Phoenix shoots an arm up into the air. Phoenix drapes it across Sammy's neck to keep from getting pinned. Phoenix shifts his knees so he's turned over, and gets to his feet. Sammy comes up with Phoenix, but much to Phoenix's dismay, Sammy flips him back over to the mat. Phoenix smacks the mat and tries turning over, but Sammy keeps it wrenched in too tightly for him to roll over. Phoenix flings his arms and legs trying to do something.

Phoenix throws his legs over him and Sammy and tries kicking up. Phoenix plants his feet on the ground and gets a couple inches up before the weight of Sammy on his head drops him back to the mat. 1...Phoenix throws his legs back over him and Sammy...2...Phoenix this time rolls over Sammy onto his knees. Phoenix and Sammy get to their feet, with Phoenix in a bulldog like headlock. Phoenix shoves off and brings Sammy chest first into a corner. Phoenix kicks off the ground with his feet and kicks his legs out, bringing him out of the bulldog.

Steven: Phoenix fights his way out of the headlock, but was in danger of a bulldog.

Phoenix lands on his feet and backflips to halt the momentum his kick out brought. Sammy charges out, and Phoenix ducks a dropkick. Sammy goes over Phoenix but turns so he lands on his feet. Sammy quickly rear waist locks Phoenix and tosses him over head with a german suplex. Phoenix hooks Sammy's arms as he flips over onto his feet, bending Sammy over with a weird type of dragon wing. Phoenix swings to one side but snaps to the other and twists them around into a modified unprettier / dragonwing facecrusher.

The crowd oohs as Phoenix rolls Sammy over. Phoenix stands up and hops on his feet. Phoenix charges to the ropes and leaps onto the top rope. Phoenix flies backwards with the Rocsault and comes crashing down across Sammy Night's upped knees. Phoenix flops off of him, and clutches his chest, as Sammy feels his face. Sammy pulls himself up, taking the least damage out of the encouter, if only barely. Sammy grabs Phoenix's arm and pulls him up. Sammy wrenches it and brings Phoenix over to the corner with Daye. Jessica claps her hands together as Daye is tagged in.

Iron Mike: Joe Daye is in the ring.
Steven: Who cares, Jessica was on screen!

Daye leaps over the ropes and takes the arm from Sammy. Sammy steps onto the apron and Daye wrenches in the arm. Daye pulls it behind Phoenix into a hammerlock. Daye holds this for a moment before grabbing Phoenix's head, releases the arm and brings Phoenix around into a front facelock. Daye kicks the legs out from under Phoenix and drops with a front facelock, putting pressure on Phoenix's head to start wearing down for the Negative Creep. Daye squeezes on the head as Phoenix pries at Daye's arm.

Daye quickly gets to his feet, and pulls Phoenix up with him. Daye releases the submission and backs Phoenix up to a set of ropes. Daye whips Phoenix across the ring. Phoenix rebounds as Daye steps into the middle of the ring. Phoenix comes back and front flips into a front dropkick to Daye's abdomen. Phoenix rolls heels over head to his feet and runs at Daye. Phoenix locks in Daye's head and spins around for a tornado ddt, but Daye shoves him off. Phoenix runs up and tries to enziguri Daye, but Daye ducks it. Daye quickly full nelsons Phoenix and brings him over with a dragon suplex.

Steven: Daye nearly crippled Phoenix with that dragon suplex.
Iron Mike: I'm sure Phoenix has had his share of crash and burns that left him landing like that.
Steven: I doubt he wants to do it either way, though.

Although Daye didn't use it as a release, he didn't keep the bridge for a pin. Daye rolls Phoenix over and covers. 1...2...kick out. Daye locks the arm of Phoenix, and stands up. Daye pulls Phoenix up to his feet, and quickly snapmares him into a sitting position. Daye bends his neck backwards and squats down with a facelock from behind. Phoenix quickly moves himself using his feet to get out of the neck pressure, but Daye drops, keeping the squeeze on his head. Phoenix flails around and finally gets the toe of his boot on the ropes.

Double U pats Daye on the shoulder and tells him he has to release the hold. Daye releases, getting up to his knees. Daye nods and pulls himself up as Phoenix is doing it too. Phoenix lunges at Daye, wrapping around him, and pulling him into a school boy. 1...2...Daye kicks out, but Phoenix must have known it wouldn't work because quickly after the kick out, Phoenix lunges at Wasabi, and tags him in. The Japanese crowd roars in approval as Wasabi Dragon steps into the ring.

Iron Mike: The home country star is in, and the Japanese crowd is hungry for some Wasabi.
Steven: Nice pun.
Iron Mike: Thanks.

Daye arrives on his feet and nods his head. The two men circle the middle of the ring for a moment before locking up. The men shove at each other, trying to get the upper hand, and finally Daye's left foot slips, sending him stumbling backwards trying to get his balance as Wasabi follows in the tie up. The two remain locked up in the corner, and Double U counts. 1...2...3...4...Daye turns it around so Wasabi's in the corner. 1...2...3...4...Wasabi turns it around, but Daye flings his legs around and knees Wasabi in the back.

Daye brings his leg back in front of Wasabi, and throws them up into Wasabi's chest, front dropkicking him so to speak. Double U is trying to start the count, but their struggles bring them out of the corner every couple of seconds. Daye's legs hit the ground, and Wasabi leaps his feet into the abdomen of Daye, and he rolls backwards, monkey flipping Daye out and over, but not out of the tie up. Daye lands on his back, and the tie up is awkward at this angle. Both men struggles and finally roll to the left of Double U, and quickly move to their feet.

Steven: Neither want to get out of the tie up, it could be an important to either man to get that first hit out of it.

Daye leaps into the air and full on dropkicks Wasabi in the face, breaking the hold, and dropping Wasabi to the mat. Daye gets up, while Wasabi is quickly bringing himself to his feet with the ropes. Daye walks up and kicks Wasabi in the stomach, sending him back into the corner. Daye quickly steps on to the middle rope, grabs Wasabi's mask and begins slamming fists into his head. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10. Daye hops down and Double U checks on Wasabi, as Daye talks a small walk, giving Double U plenty of time.

Double U finally decides Wasabi's still able to compete, and walks away. Daye runs in and catches Wasabi with a knee lift into his abdomen. Daye clutches Wasabi's head in a bulldog and takes off toward the middle of the ring, but Wasabi shoves him off. Daye stops himself with a foot to the middle turnbuckle and turns around as Wasabi flies into him with a Hot'N'Spicy elbow to the face. Daye clutches at his nose, and Wasabi grabs his arm. Wasabi pulls Daye out of the corner and into a picture perfect northern lights suplex with bridge. 1...2...Daye kicks out.

Iron Mike: Northern lights, and a two count on Joe Daye.

Wasabi quickly pulls himself up, and pulls Daye to his feet. Daye bats the hands away and slams fists into Wasabi's head. Daye discusses around for a spinning clothesline, Wasabi ducks it, and steps forward. Daye rebounds off the ropes, and Wasabi brings him up onto his shoulders. Wasabi spins to a side and spins back, but Daye kicks his legs out of the Wasabi Driver III, landing on his feet. Daye wrenches the arm and pulls Wasabi into a front facelock. Daye tosses his free arm up to signal for it, resulting in a mass of cheers from the fans.

Wasabi pushes through, however, and runs Daye into the ropes in a rear waist lock. Wasabi rolls back in a pin. 1...2...kick out. Wasabi is thrust onto the middle rope, and Daye quickly begins getting up. The second he's up, however, he's blind sided by a flying dropkick from Phoenix. Night is quickly into the ring, and charges across at Phoenix as he's getting up. Night tackles Phoenix to the ground and begins slamming fists into his face. Double U finally catches a fist from Night and pulls him up, demanding he get back to his corner.

Iron Mike: I both like and dislike these Wild Stallion jerks.
Steven: How so?
Iron Mike: For one, they're no non-sense. You get in their face, they'll take you out. On the other hand, they're not letting chaos reign. I want chaos.

Phoenix kicks up to his feet, and leap frogs over Double U, onto Night's shoulders, and frankensteiners him as Daye and Wasabi get up. Phoenix gets up, and Double U levels Phoenix with a right hand, dropping the Copa de Conquistadore to the mat for his interference. Night pulls himself up as the punch happens, and quickly dives out of the ring. Wasabi complains to Phoenix, and Daye stands behind him. Daye waits patiently.

Wasabi finally turns around and takes a kick to the stomach. Daye front facelocks, and only quickly throws his hand up to signal for it. Daye ducks the arm under Wasabi, heaves him up and lunges to the side while falling back, so he lands the Negative Creep closer to the corner as Night gets back onto the apron. Daye rolls Wasabi over as Double U rolls Phoenix out of the way. Daye tags Night and gets onto the apron as Night leaps to the top rope. Night lunges off with the original Chart Topper, and crashes into Wasabi. Night keeps for the cover. 1...2...3!

Iron Mike: Daye and Night, possibly the greatest Tag Team Champions AWL has ever seen are into the finals!
Steven: Double U simply did not like Phoenix's meddling, and knocked him out.

"World Wide Suicide" hits the pa system and the crowd erupts into applause and cheers. Jessica and Daye quickly get into the ring and meet Sammy on his feet. Jessica leaps into Night's arms, and Daye gives Night a one armed hug. Noticbly on his feet is Drake Love in the front row.

Iron Mike: It's former World Champion Drake Love, showing his support for Daye and Night.
Steven: Yeah FORMER. He got his ass beat by Dave Richmond, just like Ash Koopa and Synkai later tonight.

Daye, Night and Jessica celebrate for a few more seconds before they roll out of the ring. They pass Drake Love in the front row, who offers a hand to each of them as they pass. Daye, Night, and Jessica all shake the former World Champion's hand, before heading to the back for some rest before their next match.

The camera lingers on Drake Love, watching them head to the back. They disappear into the back and the crowd dies down. A few seconds later the camera changes to the ring as the crowd begins applauding, as Wasabi has gotten to his feet, respecting their home country star. Phoenix slides back into the ring, slightly groggy, and Double U leaves the ring, having done his part. Double U takes a brief moment to shake Drake Love's hand, before heading to the back.

Iron Mike: Drake Love, whether he's a liar like some claims, or a champions champion, he's always willing to give dues where dues are...well...due.

The crowd continues applauding for Wasabi, and Phoenix raises his arms into the air as though he's done something. Wasabi glares at his partner before grabbing his arms and throwing them down. Phoenix complains to Wasabi, and Wasabi glares for a moment. The crowd boos at Phoenix, and Wasabi punches his partner and friend to the mat, and the crowd resumes their cheering. Wasabi rolls out of the ring, and Drake Love offers a handshake. Wasabi gives one but doesn't stop walking as he passes.

Steven: Wasabi's not pleased enough to stick around to get a proper greeting from Drake Love.
Iron Mike: And why should he be?

Phoenix rolls out of the ring, and grabs his cup off the apron, feeling his jaw, and glaring at his partner. Phoenix walks over to Drake Love and offers a handshake, more of demanding it. Drake looks at Phoenix, and at the hand. Drake accepts it, but a clear motion of pain from Phoenix appears, as Drake apparently squeezes his hand. Phoenix yanks on his hand as Drake shakes it. Drake finally lets go, and Phoenix sneers as the crowd boos at him.

Iron Mike: The Japanese crowd likes their honor, and Phoenix ruined the match in their eyes because he caused the referee to attack him.
Steven: I can understand why Double U and Scurvy are here, but they shouldn't attack people.
Iron Mike: Probably not, but Phoenix deserved it. Loony Loopy Lupin cup or not.

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The scene opens in the Cherry Pit Crew locker room with the Diamond Championship sitting off to the side.

Cherry: Alright, you guys. Tonight is going to be a great night for me, because I am going to go out there and kick Mike Sullivan's ass and keep my Diamond Title.

Then after that, I don't care who becomes AWL Champion, they are the next target. After that, I will finally, finally claim my rightful spot as the ONLY man in AWL history to hold every single championship there is to offer.

Jack, Eddie, tonight is the next step in becoming AWL's only Grand Slam Champion.

And if these people don't like what they say, then...

They can figure out what I'm saying in Japanese.


Jack, Eddie and Greg all stood up and walked out of the locker room with Diamond Championship in tow.
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"Born To Reign" by Will Smith hits the pa system and the crowd boos as usual as the boss-man walks out from the back. Mister Reign wears his black slacks and a baseball jersey of Tokyo Clash, with 07 on the back. Reign nods and looks around at the crowd, twirling a microphone in his hand, waiting for them to die down.

Iron Mike: The crowds, no matter where, have no problem showing their respect to Mister Reign.
Steven:: Are you deaf? They hate him.
Iron Mike: It was sarcasm. Fucking idiot.
Steven:: Oh, like that?
Iron Mike: No.

Reign lifts the microphone to his mouth.

Reign: So how's everyone enjoying the show thus far, up until my appearence?

The crowd cheers.

Reign: How about now that I've appeared?

The crowd boos, and someone can be heard yelling "I've crapped better things than you!"

Reign: We all have sir.

Reign begins to pace back and forth.

Reign: A little promotional item going into this pay-per-view, a puzzle. A really tough one, but as promised something would happen here tonight.

The crowd cheers, interested in what he's saying now.

Reign: If you solved the puzzle you would know that tonight we're having us a Jobber...Battle...Royale.

The crowd cheers for some reason, it's not like any of them are big stars.

Reign: And they will be competing for the newly developed...Underdog Championship.

The crowd cheers for essentially a jobber championship.

A stage hand walks out and hands a title to Reign. Reign displays it for the crowd before walking to the ring. Reign walks into the ring side, as there's stage hands working on the top rope that snapped in the last match. In the ring already stands several jobbers, including; Brandon Bellmore, Jim Brown, Two Ton Tommy, Robert Davis, and Tony E. Leet

Matt Gooding: The following match is the Jobber Battle Royal. And it is to crown the first ever Underdog Championship.

The PA kicks into life with "Sky High" as Joey charges out from the back and down the aisle toward the ring, slapping hands with fans on the way past. Joey slides into the ring and jumps to his feet, then jumps onto the middle rope and throws his arms up at the crowd, before stretching and waiting for the match to get underway.

Matt Gooding: Joey Bourne!

"Sky High" continues as Chris Young jumps out from the backstage area and makes his way down the aisle with a spring in his step, slapping hands with the fans and ocassionally spinning around and throwing his arms up. Chris jumps onto the ring apron and slingshots over the middle rope, rolling through to his feet, then dropping to one knee and raising his arms in the air.

Matt Gooding: Chris Young!

"The Warriors Code" by Dropkick Murphys begins to play as Charles Octavian makes his way out from the back in his terry cotton bathrobe. He gets halfway down the ramp before making a Ric Flair style spin. He gets into the ring and signals for the ref to take off his robe... when the ref does not, Octavian dejectedly takes it off himself and throws it to the outside.

Matt Gooding: Charles Octavian!

"Tubthumping" by Chumbawumba and Joe enters the arena to a flurry of cheers, thowing his arms in the air. Joe jogs down to the ring and leaps to the top rope, tossing his arms in the air. Jobber slides into the ring and stands up.

Matt Gooding: Joe Jobber!

Reign has taken a seat beside Iron Mike and Steven: at the commentator table, with the title shining on the table.

Steven:: So nice of you to join us sir.
Reign: Quit sucking up.
Iron Mike: That shirt makes you look fat.
Reign: I said quit sucking up, not be stupid.

The bell rings and all the jobbers stare at each other for a brief moment before they all do what they're paid to do...lose. All of them quickly dive out of the ring, and land in ring side on their feet. They all turn to the ring to see everyone else did it too, as the bell rings.

Reign: What the fuck was that?!
Iron Mike: It appears after so many years of losing...they now TRY to lose.
Steven:: So...an eight way tie?
Iron Mike: There's nine of them. Chris Young and Joey Bourne are two people.
Steven:: Quit lying.
Reign: Restart the damn thing, and I want to see you assholes FIGHTING EACH OTHER.

They all slide back into the ring and the bell rings again. The fighting commences with rights and lefts while the top rope is still being repaired. Young brings Brown over to a corner and slams him head first into it, while Octavian is trying to hit the Jobber Cutter on people but is shoved off to someone else where he tries it again. Finally Octavian is shoved towards Two Ton Tommy, whom he promptly dropkicks in the face, sending the big man stumbling and falling over the ropes to the outside.

Reign: There we go, that's fighting.

Bellmore rushes into the crowd and clotheslines Borne and Jobber to the mat. Young headlocks Brown, but Brown lifts Young and back drops him. Brown pulls himself back to his feet, but is punched in the stomach by Davis. Davis heaves Brown up and back down with a gut wrench suplex. Young, Borne and Jobber are back up, and Octavian bulldogs Jobber back down as Young and Borne kick Bellmore in the stomach. The pair of Borne Young lift and drop Bellmore with a suplex to the outside.

Iron Mike: Bellmore has been eliminated.

Tony E. Leet runs up to the pair of them and clotheslines them down onto the middle rope, as stage hands lift up the top rope. Tony pulls Young up and tries throwing him over the ropes, but Brown clubs him in the back and lifts Young for a body slam. Borne kicks him in the stomach, releasing Young. Joey dropkicks Brown backwards, stumbling over the downed top rope. Octavian has applied a front facelock on Davis, but Davis has him in a bear hug as well. Jobber is back on his feet.

Steven:: The eliminations are fast and furious between the rugs of our business.

Jobber runs into the crowd of Leet, Young and Borne, and begins punching them all. The three of them get upset and strike him all at once. The tag team quickly kicks Leet in the stomach, and applies for a double suplex again, but Leet tries lifting them first. The tag team falls to their sides on their feet, Young on the apron. Joey runs across the ring, and comes back. Leet side steps and Borne runs into Young, sending him down into ringside.

Reign: It's sad when a jobber can out smart someone else.

Borne looks upset, but doesn't have much time to reflect as Jobber as popped up from the mat, and heaved him up over the ropes into ringside. Davis is whipping Octavian around with the bear hug and finally tosses him into the middle of the ring. Octavian lands on his hands and knees. Davis walks towards him, but Octavian quickly pops up, side steps and lands a Jobber Kick to his face, sending Davis stumbling backwards into stage hands setting up the ropes, and he falls over onto them, knocking all three to the outside.

Reign: Ah damnit, that's gonna be a lawsuit.

Jobber, Leet and Octavian all stand in the ring, looking from side to side. Jobber and Octavian catch each others eye and mouth something before running at Leet and landing dual dropkicks. Leet stumbles backwards, and over the middle and top ropes. While the two are down, the ropes are finally lifted and put in place by the stage hands.

Iron Mike: The ropes are fixed, and just in time for the final two.

Jobber and Octavian pull themselves up and quickly lunge into a fist fight. Jobber sways dangerously, and Octavian lands another, stumbling back towards the ropes. Octavian runs and rebounds off the ropes. Octavian comes back, and Jobber bends over. Jobber tosses him over head with a shoulder back toss, and Octavian lands on his feet in ring side, stumbling forward into the barrier.

Reign: Jobber has finished off the Jobbing Legend Charles Octavian.
Iron Mike: And he's the first ever Underdog Championship.
Steven:: This was the answer to that AWL Tokyo Clash puzzle, wasn't it?
Reign: Yes it was.
Iron Mike: Kind...of a let down, really.
Reign: Did you say you wanted to be fired?
Iron Mike: It's the greatest match of the night.

Drake Love is on his feet again, appluading the efforts of the competitors. Reign stands up and walks to the back.

---

Reign eventually arrives in the back and almost runs into Synkai. The two talk on some boring subjects like the New York Stock Exchange for a brief moment before they begin to argue over Democrats and Republicans, I guess. Who the hell knows, the thing to remember is they get into a tiff. Reign vows revenge on Asgard and Synkai flies off into the night with his hammer the Mjourni.

---

Matt Gooding: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! And is for the AWL Diamond Championship!

Steven: Well coming up next is going to be one HELL of a match.
Iron Mike: You got that right, because its time for the AWL Diamond Championship to be decided!
Steven: Both men, Champion, Mike Sullivan, and Greg Cherry want to walk away with a win here tonight as they have had some serious encounters in the past. And you always want to be one step ahead of your rivals.

Matt Gooding: Introducing first! He is the AWL Diamond Champion! From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at one hundred and fifty-five pounds! GREG! CHERRY!!!

A record screech is heard leading into "Paranoid" by Tantric. The crowd begins to boo as Greg Cherry walks down the aisle with Jack Campbell and Eddie Parker, the other two members of the Cherry Pit Crew, behind him. Greg looks out into the crowd with disdain at the top of the ramp and slowly walks down to the ring. Once in the ring, he climbs the turnbuckles and outstretches his arms while looking down with his eyes closed. The boos continue as Greg walks over to an opposite turnbuckle and leans against it, getting some last minute advice from Jack and Eddie.

Steven: Greg looks intensely focused here tonight. It seems he is putting possibly TOO much focus into it and not enough on a game plan.
Iron Mike: Well that’s the thing. Greg is playing it cool and smart right now. He knows if you walk into any situation with a game plan, they can always change and then your stuck. If he focuses soundly on the match, he can improvise on the fly. And give himself an advantage.
Steven: I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard you talk in one paragraph without me cutting in.
Iron Mike: … Shut up, Steven.

Matt Gooding: And his opponent! He is the challenger! From Quincy, Massachusetts! Weighing in at two hundred pounds! MIKE! SULLIVAN!!!

“Shipping up to Boston” by Dropkick Murphys begins to play out of the speakers after 29 seconds Sullivan bursts out from the back, he stands center of the ramp with his legs shoulder width apart. He takes his hat off and wipes his hair back as he looks over the crowd. He flips his hat in the air catches it and puts it back on his head before walking down the ramp high fiving fans on the way. At the base of the ramp he quickly sprints the rest of the way and slides into the ring. He hops onto the nearest turnbuckle takes off his hat and yells encouragement at the fans and tosses into the stand. He jumps down from the turnbuckle spinning in mid air, he pulls off his current jersey slides out of the ring finds a random female fan and hands it to them, he slides back into the ring and leans in an unoccupied corner for the match to start.

The referee begins to pat each participant down to ensure no foreign play will be involved as Steven & Mike continue to give the specs.


Steven: Sullivan is a heavy hitter rolling into this match. He’s won before and he knows how to get the job done every time. Greg may have his hands full once again.
Iron Mike: I don’t know, I still say Greg has the advantage, not Sullivan. Greg knows how to pick you apart. Sullivan goes for the throat without hesitating to think.
Steven: Pre-emptive strikes never work, do they?
Iron Mike: Not unless your Conan The Barbarian.

The referee is finally handed the Diamond Belt by Sullivan and holds it up high in the air in the middle of the ring. He briefly shows it to Greg so he knows what he’s fighting for tonight, then hands it off at ringside. We’re ready now as the ref signals for the bell.

[align=center]AWL Diamond Championship Match
Diamond Champion, Mike Sullivan © Vs. Greg Cherry[/align]

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Just at the first bell toll, Greg charges the field and comes at Sullivan with a thunderous tackle into the corner behind him. Greg begins to lay in shoulder after shoulder after shoulder into Sullivan’s midsection and finally relents at the ref’s order. Greg eases out as Sullivan catches his breathe, but Greg comes back with a huge right hand to Sullivan. Sullivan doubles over and is then given a swift kick to the chest, jerking him back up. Greg begins to lay in more rights, but Sullivan finally catches one and lets loose a few of his own. Greg backs out of the corner with Sullivan pounding at him, but Greg gets a knee lift up into Sullivan’s gut. Sullivan doubles as Greg runs to the ropes and back, but Sullivan catches him in midair as Greg leaps (seemingly for a flying knee to the head) and slams him down hard with a Sidewalk Slam. Sullivan goes for the quick cover.

Steven: Quick cover attempt here by Sullivan!
Iron Mike: Why so early!? Its not like your going to win after one measly move!

O-! But Greg kicks out far before two.

Iron Mike: See!
Steven: Shut up, Mike.
*Slapping noise followed by an “Oww…” by Steven*

Sullivan slumps over Greg’s chest and begins to swing away again, but the ref counts towards five. Sullivan lets up at four and gets to his feet as Greg shakes the cobwebs out while lying on his side. Sullivan kicks Greg in the back and Greg cringes. Sullivan drops a knee into Greg’s exposed ribs and then grabs his arm, locking in an extended armbar, pushing his knee into Greg’s shoulder. Greg is asked if he submits, but he screams out, “hell no” as he finally manages to turn over and begin to get to his feet. Sullivan wrenches the arm, but Greg finally spins a 360 and turns the tide on Sullivan and yanks him in and hits a Russian Legsweep! Greg covers as he falls forward!

ONE! TW-! Sullivan kicks out before two.

Iron Mike: Beautiful Russian Legsweep there by Greg!
Steven: Cherry’s really putting the pressure onto Sullivan, here.
Iron Mike: Why must you call him Cherry? Call him Greg. It’s his name.
Steven: So is Cherry.

Greg hammers yet another right into Sullivan’s skull then lifts him up. Greg grabs Sullivan’s right arm and pushes him to the ropes. Greg whips him across and on the way back, connects with an armdrag and into an armbar of his own. Sullivan pounds his boot right away for momentum and gets back to his feet a few seconds later. Sullivan twists the same way Greg did, but Greg expected it and yanks Sullivan in and up onto his shoulders! Death Valley Driver! The cover!

Steven: Wow! Where did that come from!?
Iron Mike: I don’t know, but I know that can shelve some people away pretty damn easily!

ONE! TWO-! But Sullivan kicks out just after two.

Greg rolls Sullivan over onto his stomach and gets back up. Greg runs to the ropes and back for a Rolling Knee Drop, but Sullivan pushes himself up and Greg hits nothing. As Greg rolls back to his feet and turns around, Sullivan hits a perfectly placed Dropkick! Greg gets right back up, and into another Dropkick! Again, Greg gets up and into another Dropkick. Greg, now dazed, gets back up and Sullivan measures him up from behind. Greg turns, and Sullivan lifts him up and into an Inverted Atomic Drop. Greg bounces away and Sullivan throws one of Greg’s arms behind his head. He grabs Greg’s tights and lifts into a modified Belly to Belly Suplex. Greg hits the canvas hard and slides away from Sullivan who remains on his stomach.

The ref begins the ten count, but Sullivans up well before four. Sullivan moves towards Greg whose pulling himself back up with the middle rope. Sullivan reaches out, but so does Greg who pulls the rope down and launches Sullivan out of the ring over it! Sullivan crashes to the outside as Greg pulls himself back up immediately after. The fans boo as Greg grabs the top rope and waits for Sullivan to get back up. After he does, he turns and Greg now launches himself over the top rope and down into Sullivan!


Steven: Greg sacrifices his body a bit there to take out Sullivan. Nice strategy.
Iron Mike: Must we go over this almost every match? Its not a good strategy. It’s a poor and weak one.
Steven: You’re the one who said Greg is thinking on the “fly”. The “fly” not good enough for you anymore?

The ref starts the ten count, and Greg’s up at six. He rolls in and out of the ring to break the count then grabs Sullivan by the head. He shoves Sullivan backwards into the apron then pulls him back out and rams him back into it again. From there, Greg lays in two rights then whips Sullivan towards the steel steps! But Sullivan counters and shoots Greg down and back first into the steps! Greg cringes as Sullivan dives into the ring to break the count at eight. Sullivan slides back out and grabs Greg, throwing him back into the ring.

Sullivan lifts Greg up and whips him from corner to corner. Greg hits back first into the corner and Sullivan lines himself up. He charges across the ring like a freight train, but Greg shoves himself out and into a devastatingly, sick “thudded” Superkick! Sullivan is sent through the air and under the bottom ropes after impact. Greg drops down to a knee as he sees Sullivan slide under a bottom rope, possibly knocked out cold. Greg grins as the fans proceed to boo his shot. Greg moves to Sullivan and drags him away from the ropes and covers!


Iron Mike: WOW! What a move!
Steven: When was the last time you ever saw Greg Cherry hit a damn Superkick!? Never! That’s when! That was insanely unpredictable!
Iron Mike: Looks like Greg’s bag of “fly” is now beginning to become unzipped a little and exposing us to some little surprises!
Steven: Ew…

ONE! TWO! THRE-! NO! Sullivan kicks out just before three!

Greg looks stunned and pounds a fist on the mat. He gets back up to his feet and lays in a few stomps to Sullivan’s chest, whose now stirring again. Greg lifts him back up and whips him to the ropes. Sullivan comes back on the rebound and Greg goes for a clothesline, but Sullivan ducks it and turns, but Greg meets him at the pass! THE PIT STOP! Sullivan drops like a stone as Greg cheers for himself on the canvas and spins, for the cover now!

Iron Mike: Greg just ended this match! Its all over! The Pit Stop is an instant winner!
Steven: That might just be al she wrote folks!

ONE! TWO! THR-! NO!!! Sullivan manages a kickout and Greg looks irate!

Greg stomps the mat as he pulls Sullivan back up to his feet. Greg hard whips Sullivan, who only counters and whips Greg, but gets a big leaping Crossbody by Greg to the face. Greg springs back up to his feet and just YELLS for Sullivan to get back to his feet. Sullivan does, very groggily, and as he reaches out for a top rope nowhere near him, he turns and straight into…

Steven: The PIT STOP! Cherry connects with the PIT STOP again!
Iron Mike: Instant winner? Nonetheless TWO FREAKING Pit Stops! Cherry’s won. Just hand him the belt now!

Indeed he did, and out of nowhere. Greg basks in his laid out opponent and smirks. The fans continue to boo as Greg cockily crawls over and (sarcastically) delays his arm from dropping to drape over Sullivan’s chest for the cover!

ONE! TWO! THREE-!?

Steven: Oh my dear God! How did he kick out of TWO Pit Stops!?
Iron Mike: He must have a full tank of gas already!
Steven: Your not allowed to make jokes anymore.
*Another slap followed by another “Oww…”*

Greg leaps up with his arms straight in the air. He cheers for himself as the fans disagree with his presumption. He turns and sees the ref waving off the three because Sullivan’s foot was on a nearby bottom rope! Greg screams, “a rope break!? NO! I WON! I BEAT HIM!” Greg continues to argue with the ref as the fans mildly cheer. But as Greg turns his back, Sullivan from behind with a schoolboy rollup! Sullivan even grabs the tights as the ref can’t see!

Steven: Cherry thought he had it won! But Sullivan with a Rollup!

ONE! TWO! THRE-! NO!!! Greg springs out with a kickout, sending Sullivan towards the ropes.

Iron Mike: Damn it! You see!? Greg has everything handled! Even when Sullivan cheats to win, my boy gets the job done!

Greg handsprings back up with a laugh, but is caught with a big Spear! Sullivan lands on his back and Greg coughs while grabbing his stomach. The fans erupt in cheers as the ref begins the ten count. At five, Sullivan is up to one knee, but still dazed from the two Pit Stops he suffered. At eight, Greg is now up and both men break the count. They meet halfway and begin to trade blows, but Greg shoves Sullivan back. Sullivan charges back in, and Greg catches him for YET ANOTHER, PIT STOP!? NO! Sullivan shoves Greg with all his might away from him. Greg stumbles and turns, Sullivan quickly grabs Greg and falls backwards hitting the Landsdowne Landing! The cover!

Steven: The Landsdowne Landing! Sullivan may have just polished off what remained of Cherry!
Iron Mike: No! NO! KICK OUT! DAMN IT KICK OUT!

ONE! TWO! THREE-!?

Iron Mike: That’a boy!
Steven: How in the hell!! Did Greg Cherry kick out of That !?

It’s now Sullivan’s turn to think he has won as he rolls away from the out cold Greg and then to two knees. He raises his arms in presumed victory, but the ref unfortunately tells him and then points to one of Greg’s legs under the bottom rope and hanging outside! A mistake in positioning on Sullivan’s part for his Finisher allowed Greg a pin break. Sullivan tries to bargain with the ref that it was three while facing away from the fallen Greg.

Sullivan curses under his breathe as he stands back up shaking his head. He moves to Greg, but Greg was playing possum for the last few moments! Greg grabs Sullivan and somehow rolls the opposite way towards the middle of the ring with a rollup!


Steven: Its Greg’s turn now!
Iron Mike: Stealing a page right out of Sullivan’s book! And he’s not even cheating while doing it! What a Class Act!

ONE! TWO! THRE-! NO!! Sullivan powers out and causes both men to fall on their backs.

Iron Mike: Sullivan…! What a cheater…
Steven: Ugh…

Sullivan sits up, as does Greg, and both men get back up. Greg looking a bit about of it, is grabbed by Sullivan and given a toe kick. Sullivan reels him in for a DDT, but Greg counters with a beautiful back body drop bridge into a held-for cover!

ONE! TWO! TH-! But Sullivan kicks out before three.

Steven: Cherry connects with a beautiful maneuver, but narrowly misses the three.

Greg lets go and shakes his head out as Sullivan tries to regain his composure on the mat. Greg grabs Sullivan and yanks him up to his feet. He whips Sullivan into a corner and runs in, but only into a Boot to the face. Greg turns and Sullivan pushes himself up onto the middle turnbuckle. Greg turns and Sullivan leaps off for a hammerfist to the head, but Greg gives him a left to the gut. Sullivan falls onto his feet and doubled over as Greg jumps forward onto the middle turnbuckle, turns, and leaps off, into a midair sommersault Neckbreaker! Sullivan lands face first into the canvas and Greg knows not to let up, or he’s in for just another prolonged two count. He grabs Sullivan and shoves him back into the corner.

Steven: Oh jeez. I don’t like corners much, but with these two… At THIS point in the match. I have a feeling this is about to get dangerous…
Iron Mike: Its about time! Lets add some FLARE to this match!

From there, Greg lights him up with several right and left hands, then with some stomps to the gut. As Sullivan would look to slouch to one side, Greg fixed him up straight again for more stomps. Greg finally after doing this three times, lifts Sullivan straight up onto the top turnbuckle. Greg climbs up and looks for a Superplex, but Sullivan blocks and shoves Greg off after giving him a headbutt as a going away present! Greg falls onto his back, and Sullivan takes too long on the top turnbuckle! As Sullivan stands up, Greg jumps back up and looks for a Pit Stop from the top turnbuckle, but Sullivan blocks and shoves Greg down into the top turnbuckle, groin first!

Steven: OH NO! Cherry just inadvertently landed on HIS Cherries!
Iron Mike: And you cut ME off from making jokes?

Greg grabs himself and Sullivan shakes his head out. Sullivan lifts Greg up and into an Inverted DDT position!

Iron Mike: OH NO!!
Steven: OH NO!!!!
Kool Aid Man: OH YEAAAAHHH!!!!!

THE DEPARTED FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE CONNECTS TREMENDOUSLY! SULLIVAN WITH THE COVER!

ONE!

Steven: I think Greg Cherry is dead! DEAD I tell you! DEAD!

TWO!

Iron Mike: There’s no way he’s getting up after that! NO WAY IN HELL!
Steven: No CHANCE in hell is enough to beat that!

THREE!

Steven: He doesn’t! My God what a match!

Matt Gooding: Here is your winner, and NEW AWL Diamond Champion! MIKE! SULLIVAN!!!
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Drake Love applauded like a giddy school girl on crack, which was followed by the leavings on the new Diamond Champion, the old Champion, and thirty one midgets that were hiding under the ring.

Finally SEXXY and Spider-Snake came to the ring for their now regular tag contest. Neo came dressed as Venom and was constantly trying to lick Irving and Danny while in the ring. Snake excerted amazing chain wrestling with the SEXXY members and tried a pin on Danny as Venom chased Irving to the back with threats of licking. Danny, however bridged out of it and quickly brought snake into a small package for the quick three.

Drake Love applauded again like a trained seal.

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Iron Mike: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the match that likely pulled in at least half of the buy-rates tonight, the finals of the World Tag Team Championship tournament.
Steven: It's been a hell of a ride through it, let's take a trip down history lane.
Iron Mike: It started late last year, Travis Bane, and Mike Stryker fought tooth and nail against champions Sammy Night and Joe Daye.
Steven: Finally in a TLC match, one match from each team fell with the title, and Mister Reign played no favorites and declared the titles vacant.
Iron Mike: Which led to a big question mark for a few monthes as to what was going to happen to the division and the titles, as the division had been largely dead except for those two teams.
Steven: Finally the answer was given by Jay, who then abruptly disappeared, in the form of a World Tag Team Tournament for the titles, anyone could join.
Iron Mike: The tournament had many surprises through out it. K-2 who had beaten the l33t the week prior, were defeated first round. The Killer Birds defeated Daye and Night, Head Trauma won...period.
Steven: Next round, the l33t defeated NWW veterens Snake and Neo Carner, the Killer Birds got the upset of the century by defeated Brutal Psyche.
Iron Mike: Also...a tie. A battle royal was named to see who would take the vacant spot, and just when it looked like the Killer Birds would have to face Brutal Psyche again...Daye and Night won.
Steven: Then it came down to tonight. The finals, are Daye and Night versus the l33t.
Iron Mike: It's in either teams court. Daye and Night have the hearts of champions, but the l33t have numbers in the hands, and you can guarentee there's going to be at least one fresh man.
Steven: Let's go to the ring, and find out who leaves with the championships.

Matt Gooding: The following match is schedualed for one fall, and it is for the World Tag Team Championships of AWL!

"Gone Shootin'" by AC-DC hits the pa system and the crowd cheers as Scurvy Sean Sommers, and Double U William Winters step out from the back, nodding their heads to the music. Both of them wear one of the World Tag Team Championships of AWL. Both wear their attire from earlier, including their brown vests. The duo get to the ring, and Scurvy goes up the stairs while Double U leaps, rather ungracefully onto the apron, as though he used to do it in his younger years. Double U decides not to go over the ropes, and instead goes through as Scurvy's age prevents him from lifting his leg to go through the ropes easily. The duo arrive in the ring, and remove the championships, holding them by one straps.

Matt Gooding: Introducing the special enforcer 'Scurvy' Sean Sommers, the special referee 'Double U' William Winters, they are the Wild Stallions!

Brief cheering from the crowd before, "Otherworld" by Nobuo Uematsu hits the pa system and the crowd changes their tunes. Flashing green lights happen in tune with the guitar riffs and the drum beats. Out from the back walks Rurik Krychek, James Unger, The Black Mage, and Ivan Rurik. Krychek holds some papers in his hand as he leads his group to the ring, glaring down the Wild Stallions. Double U appears to be rather upset that he's bringing down extra people, while Scurvy is smiling at the prospect of hurting someone. The l33t arrive at ring side. Ivan grabs the top rope and pulls himself onto the apron as Unger and Krychek take the stairs. BM slides under the ropes as Ivan goes over, and the other two through. BM stands up, and the l33t stands by themselves. Both members of the Wild Stallions briefly look at the papers in Krychek's hands, as the l33t walk past, to their corner.

Matt Gooding: Introducing first...uh...the l33t!

Gooding looks confused at the l33t, not knowing which two to announce. "World Wide Suicide" by Pearl Jam hits and the crowd raises and cheers as Sammy Night and Joe Daye steps out from the back, this time in tow by not only Jessica, but all four members of the TPCW. They all high five some fans on the way down the ramp. The seven of them arrive at ringside, and some take the stairs while others slide in. They all stand shoulder to shoulder, watching the l33t, glaring at them for bringing two extra people to the ring.

Matt Gooding: And their opponents, accompanied by Jessica and the TPCW, Joe Daye, Sammy Night, Daye & Night!

The crowd cheers, and Scurvy catches Matt Gooding before he leaves the ring. Scurvy brings Gooding into the middle of the ring, and holds him by the forearm, to direct where the microphone is.

SSS: Hold it! I don't know why there's seven extra people down here, but this is a match between two tag teams, not two stables.

Double U nods along with his partner.

SSS: Jessica, TPCW, and two of your jackasses, get to the back, now!

Scurvy pointed at the l33t at the jackass comment, but Krychek merely smirks at him. Scurvy, nor Double U like the look of Krychek's smiling. Krychek walks away from his stablemates as he approaches Scurvy. Krychek grabs Scurvy's forearm to move Gooding's forearm to move the mic to his mouth.

Krychek: Actually mister malnutrition, you'll find that they...that is to say the l33t...have full rights to be here.

Double U narrows his eyes at Krychek, and Krychek folds open the stack of papers and shows a portion of highlighted words to him.

Krychek: As you can clearly see, in addition to the l33t's being able to use ANY two members in the tournament, which you've seen I've taken full advantage of, I've found yet another loop hole...

Scurvy and Double U glare at the disrespect at rules, despite not hearing what the loop hole contains yet.

Krychek: And basically, since the card dictates a team, never defining how many members there must be on a team...all six members of the l33t may compete.

The crowd boos wildly, as Krychek grins, looking from side to side. Krychek looks at Daye and Night.

Krychek: We'll give you a chance, however, and only use four. But uh...like the enforcer said...you five to the back.

Krychek points to the back, and Daye, Night, Jessica, and TPCW all grumble and complain. Krychek smirks at Wild Stallions, who glare at him, expecting to be upholding respectful competition, not lawyering. Krychek takes the papers over to the l33t corner and plops them down in the corner, getting patted on the back by Krychek. Daye and Night talk with TPCW, and soon they're leaving the ring, going to the back. Jessica, however, only goes to ring side and waits. She gives Double U and Scurvy a look, almost daring them to tell her to leave. Neither, obviously, do.

Iron Mike: This is despicable. It's an outrage at how Krychek is using these loop holes.
Steven: It's genius. This is war, and all is fair. The l33t are using their brains to their advantage, and I don't think you'd be complaining if you were in the l33t's shoes.

Double U and Scurvy hold up their titles to the teams, and explain rules. Finally Double U and Scurvy turn to each other, and Double U hands the other title to Scurvy. Scurvy leaves the ring, and places both titles on the commentary table, before turning back to the ring, grabbing a steel chair, setting it up, and taking a seat, waiting. Double U tells both teams to choose who starts. The l33t waste no time in leaving Ivan Rurik in the ring, while Daye and Night talk rapidly, trying to decide who begins. Finally Night steps onto the apron.

Iron Mike: Daye and Night cannot just go full steam a head into the match and battle with guts. They have got to have a plan, or else there is no hope.
Steven: And you know the l33t have their plans in addition to the loophole.

The bell rings and Double U waits in a corner as Daye and Ivan circle the center of the ring. They finally lock up, and Daye is quickly manhandled with a knee lift to the chest, dropping Daye to the mat. Ivan simply stands at Daye's head, watching him. Daye begins pulling himself up, looking up at Ivan, preparing for an attack. Daye arrives on his feet, and only then does Ivan strike, with another knee lift. This time, Daye turns around and collapses across the middle rope, clutching his chest. Ivan walks up, and puts a boot to Daye's head. Ivan grabs the top rope and pushes down with the foot. Double U counts. 1...2...3...4...Ivan releases it, and takes a walk away.

Sammy Night grabs Ivan's attention and begins shouting things at him. Ivan merely glares at Sammy for a while before spitting at Sammy. Sammy ducks it, and then quickly leaps the ropes. Sammy heads for Ivan, but Double U catches Sammy in a bear hug, and shoves him back into his corner. Sammy argues, as Unger leaps off the apron, runs over to Daye, and slams a few forearms into his head. Scurvy quickly runs over, grabs Unger and throws him into the steel barrier. Scurvy stands between Daye, who has fallen to the mat, and Unger. Unger moves back to the apron, and Scurvy turns back to the ring.

Iron Mike: Fucking cheaters. Two minutes in, and they're already trying to screw Daye and Night.
Steven: It's not illegal if you're not caught.
Iron Mike: But they were caught!

Daye begins trying to pull himself up as Night relents and gets back onto the apron. Ivan meets Daye on his feet with a vicious right hand, that sends Daye stumbling down the ropes. He arrives in the l33t corner, and takes a jab from Krychek. Daye stumbles into the arms of Ivan, who guides him up and over with a powerslam. Ivan covers. 1...2...kick out. Ivan grabs Daye's arm and pulls him to his feet. Ivan grabs a fistful of Daye's hair, and brings him to the l33t corner.

Double U complains about the hair pulling, but acknowledges the tag between Ivan and Unger. Unger steps into the ring and slams a fist into Daye's face. Ivan steps onto the apron, and Unger backs Daye up to the ropes. Unger whips Daye across the ring, and takes Daye off his feet in the middle of the ring with a dropkick. Unger quickly covers, and hooks a leg. 1...2...kick out. Unger quickly arrives on his feet and grabs Daye by the hair. Unger begins pulling him up, when Double U shoves Unger off, forcing him to release the hair pull. Double U warns him and mimicks pulling hair on his own hair.

Iron Mike: Double U is trying to keep things as fair as possible with it being a four on two, he's been really on top of things so far.

Double U steps out of the way as Daye arrives on his hands and knees. Unger walks up and goes for an elbow drop, but Daye pushes himself out of the way. Unger drives his elbow into the floor, and begins holding it in pain. Daye lunges into Unger, rolling him onto his stomach, and then latches on a camel clutch. Daye pulls back on Unger's head, putting pressure on the neck. Unger pulls on the fingers of Daye, trying to get out of it. No l33t member makes to get into the ring to break it.

Daye stands up from his sitting position, and switches into a dragon sleeper. Daye brings Unger to his feet and drops down with a reverse ddt. Daye hooks a leg. 1...2...kick out. Daye pulls himself up, and grabs Unger's head. Daye pulls Unger up, and Unger bats the hands away. Unger throws a right, Daye ducks and knee lifts Unger in the stomach. Daye applies a side headlock, and then charges to the Daye and Night corner. Daye leaps over the ropes and bulldogs Unger into the top turnbuckle. Daye lands on his feet in ring side, and quickly slides back in.

Steven: B.dog to the t.buckle!
Iron Mike: Act like you're black again and I'll hurt you.
Steven: You'll hurt me anyway.
Iron Mike: ... Yes.

Thump. Daye gets up and tags in Sammy. Sammy begins climbing up the corner as Daye pulls Unger out. Daye rear waist locks Unger and lifts him onto his shoulders. Night lunges off and clotheslines Unger out of a backdrop position, dropping Unger across the back of his head. Daye quickly gets onto the apron and Sammy quickly covers. 1...2...Ivan grabs Sammy by one arm and yanks him to his feet. Double U quickly steps into the way of Ivan and makes sure he goes back to the apron. Ivan arrives and Sammy quickly drops a knee across the sternum of Unger.

Sammy simply holds there for a cover. 1...2...kick out. Sammy grabs the arm that shot up, and uses it to turn Unger over. Sammy goes to sit down for a camel clutch, but Unger scoots out from under him, and wraps both arms around Sammy's waist. Unger shoves off with his feet and brings Sammy chest-first into the turnbuckle of the l33t corner. Krychek reaches in and tags in. Krychek steps into the ring. Unger releases the hold, and Night flings around, dropping Unger with a right hand. Night rears back for one for Krychek, who ducks it, and places a kick to the back of Night's right knee, putting Night down onto his knees.

Steven: Krychek is in, he wouldn't miss being in the ring for this match. He's the general, and some times he has to lead his team by example.
Iron Mike: Would this be the same example from earlier in the night when he fell from the top rope.
Steven: It was the stage hand Ralph's fault, and you know it!

Krychek steps in front of Night, and kicks him in the face, laying him down. Krychek grabs the legs of Night and pulls him out of the corner. Krychek leaves Night laying in the middle of the ring and walks back to the l33t corner. Krychek heaves himself onto the middle rope. Krychek stands up, and lunges out towards the middle of the ring for a diving headbutt, which Sammy Night rolls out of the way of. Night quickly gets up as Krychek's pulling himself up.

Krychek arrives on his knees and quickly takes a club from Sammy Night. Night pulls Krychek up and backs up near a corner. Night lifts Krychek up for the Hard Days Night. Night walks into the middle of the ring, but Krychek leaps off the shoulders, landing behind Night, on his feet. Both men turn around, Night swinging a right hand. Krychek ducks it, hooking the arm, stepping behind Night and hooking the other arm. Krychek kneels down and backslides Night into a pin. 1...2...Night kicks out, rolling heels over head to his feet.

Iron Mike: Krychek gets a two count on Night.

Krychek gets up on his knees, and Night lunges forward with a basement dropkick to his face. Night covers. 1...2...kick out. Night grabs Krychek and pulls him up. Night backs Krychek up to a side of the ropes and whips him across the ring. Krychek charges across, ducks and lunges through the ropes. BM grabs a sneak tag, and Krychek lands on his feet on the outside of the ring. Night measures Krychek up and charges across, BM flings himself through the ropes while holding the top rope, kicking Night in his stomach, stopping his momentum.

The crowd boos at stopping the flight of the Night. BM brings himself back through the ropes, and handstands over the top rope, and falls onto Night's shoulders. BM goes for a hurricanrana, but Night refuses to budge. BM backflips off his shoulders, landing on his feet. BM's faster than Night when they're both fresh, so certainly BM's faster when Night's already been wrestling that night. And so he is, as he drop toe holds Night down onto the middle rope. Krychek walks up the stairs back onto the apron.

Steven: He's faster than a bullet gently tossed across the room, he's sweeter than apple pie, he cries more than a Hollywood whore asking for forgiveness, it's the Black Mage!
Iron Mike: That's...disturbing.

BM charges at the ropes, and flings his legs through for a feint tiger kick, but Night drops down. BM lands on his feet, but continues spinning around. Night charges and grabs the Black Mage. Night leads him to a corner and slams him head first into it. Night pulls BM around and knife-edge chops the almost-midget into the corner. Night raises the brim of BM's hat and knife-edge chops again. Night grabs the top rope and steps up onto the middle rope. Night grabs the steeple hat and begins pulling up on it. BM is lifted off his feet, and his legs fail around quite a bit.

Night continues holding it, and BM swings his legs. Finally BM flings them up, and around the waist of Night. Night's grip slips, and BM brings himself up. Night throws himself and BM backwards and sits out, with a facecrusher on BM. Night rolls BM over and tries for a cover. 1...2...kick out. Night grabs BM's wrist and stands up, pulling BM with him. Night whips BM to the ropes. BM rebounds, and Night tries for a sidewalk slam, but BM kicks his legs, and spins around on Night's shoulders, ending with a bulldog. BM rolls Night over and covers. 1...2...kick out.

Iron Mike: Bulldog gets the two count, and it's not enough to keep Night down.
Steven: So where is the strategy Daye and Night were imploying?
Iron Mike: It seems it's been thrown to the wind, they haven't been able to keep the match in their favor long enough to work submissions in constantly.

BM moves to his feet and pulls Night up. BM goes to whip Night into the ropes, but Night reverses. BM comes back, and attempts a headscissor, but Night charges and throws BM into Krychek and Unger, crossbodying them to the floor. What no one but Double U sees, is Ivan's tagging BM's boot as he flew through the air. Ivan remains on the apron, however, as Sammy waves Joe in. Joe steps in, and both men measure up the fallen l33t members. The three of them begin pulling themselves up soon enough, and Daye and Night charge across the ring. Both men clear plancha over the ropes, and tackles the l33t to the floor.

The crowd applauds in approval, as both Daye and Night get back to their feet. Showing no favorites, Scurvy is quickly over, and slides Night into the ring. Scurvy turns to Daye, who turns and walks away, heading for the corner. Scurvy resumes his placement, as Night pulls himself up. Night gives Scurvy a dirty look, and quickly grabs the top rope, heading to plancha out onto BM, thinking he's still the legal man. Night leaps off the ground, and Ivan grabs a fistful of hair. Night lands with both feet on the apron. Ivan steps over the ropes, and ignores Double U's count for the hair pulling, and yanks Night back over the ropes, flipping him over onto his back.

Steven: That's some strong luxurious hair.
Iron Mike: ...Seriously, you're a disturbing man.

Night holds his back in pain, and Ivan quickly pulls him to his feet. Ivan holds his neck and front elbows him in the face. Ivan then whips Night into a corner. Ivan charges and lifts his leg for a yakuza kick, but Night quickly falls to the mat, out of the way. Ivan gets straddled on the top rope, and Night is quick to his feet. Night grabs the top rope and begins shaking it up and down until Ivan can unstraddle himself from the ropes. Ivan stumbles around, and Night punches him in the head. Night does this a couple more times before charging to the ropes. Night comes back, and Ivan lifts him up, and tosses him out of the way with a powerslam.

The momentum brought Night to his feet, and into the Daye and Night corner, where Daye tags himself in. Night falls to his knees, and Daye leaps the ropes. He meets Ivan in the middle of the ring with a punch to the face and a kick to the stomach. Daye traps his head, throws a hand up and upon being met with a cheer, drops with the Negative Creep. Daye rolls Ivan over and covers. 1...2...Unger grabs Daye's foot and yanks him out of the ring. Daye lands on his feet and knife-edge chops Unger, before being clubbed by Krychek. BM crawls into the ring as Scurvy is trying to grab Krychek, who keeps moving. BM talks to Ivan while Double U screams at the people on the outside. Night pulls himself onto the top rope.

Iron Mike: Sammy's looking to fly.
Steven: But what is the Black Mage saying to Ivan?! Does Krychek know what Sammy's up to?! Will my soon-to-be ex-wife know about my infection?!

Krychek and Scurvy begin their argument as Daye takes an uppercut from Unger. James stands up as Night flies off the corner with a simple splash, crashing into all four men. Double U bends outside of the ring and continues his complaint, demanding they return to the ring. Night and Daye pull themselves up, bringing with them an l33t member. Scurvy pulls himself up a second later as BM takes off for the ropes. BM comes back, steps off the back of Ivan as he's on his hands and knees, leaps onto the back of Double U and sommersaults over the ropes, crashing into the pile, making sure to dropkick Daye in the face, throwing him backwards, further onto the ramp, away from the pile of people.

Double U drops to his knees, holding his back, apparently BM hit an old injury. Ivan slides out of the ring, and walks past the pile of people, pulling themselves up again. Night lunges and grabs Ivan around the waist. Ivan knee lifts him and shoves him off, before grabbing Daye by the foot and pulling him up the ramp, onto the stage. James, Krychek and BM all club at Night when they can, each taking a punch for their troubles, while Scurvy is having problems pulling himself up. Ivan gets Daye to the stage, and then drags him to a side of the stage.

Iron Mike: This is a bad thing for Daye. At this stage, he cannot fight Ivan one on one.
Steven: It's unfortunate, but it's going to happen.

Ivan grabs Daye by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Ivan knee lifts Daye and straddles his head. Ivan takes the straps of his singlet down, and stretches his shoulders and arms upwards. Ivan reaches down and grabs Daye's waist. Ivan heaves him up onto his shoulder and the crowd boos, and screams 'No' at Ivan as Ivan prepares for his Russian Revolution powerbomb off the stage. Daye struggles, and finally fires off several punches at his head. Daye bends down, grabs his head, and swings his legs off, Negative Creeping Ivan onto the stage, and Ivan then falls to the side, off the stage, and out of sight. Daye lays on the stage.

Iron Mike: GOOD FUCKING LORD! NEGATIVE CREEP OFF THE STAGE!
Steven: Holy carp guts! It's three on two now, I suppose.
Iron Mike: I don't see Ivan getting up from it any time soon.

Back at ringside, Scurvy is grasping at his knee, while Double U is screaming at the wrestlers to "Get their asses back into the ring before he makes it a falls count anywhere." Night and Krychek arrive on their feet, and Krychek jabs Night in the face once. Krychek jabs him in the face again, and goes for a third, but Night catches the arm and arm drags Krychek into the ring barrier. Night pulls himself up, but is met by right hands by Unger. Double U climbs out of the ring, grabs Unger by the hair and chucks him into the ring. Double U grabs Sammy by his neck, and chucks him into the ring, and slides in after them. Double U stands up and declares them the legal men.

Krychek and BM pull themselves up and head over to the corner as Daye has brought himself to his feet. Daye walks towards the ring, holding his ribs from where he landed on the steel stage. Unger and Night arrive on their feet, and Unger plants a boot to his stomach. Unger latches on a suplex hold, and heaves Night into the air. Unger stumbles backawrds slightly and drops with a brainbuster, driving Night's head into the mat. Unger covers. 1...2...Daye grabs Unger's leg and yanks him off. Unger lands on his feet and Daye knife-edge chops him before chucking him back into the ring.

Iron Mike: Tit for tat.
Steven: Just to clarify, what exactly is tat?
Iron Mike: ...

Daye quickly helps Scurvy get back to his feet, and then gets onto the apron as Unger and Night arrive on their feet. Night knife-edge chops Unger, and Unger turns around, hanging on the top rope. Night grabs Unger's head, and pulls him out. Night suplex holds Unger and snap suplexes him into the middle of the ring. Night gets to his feet and runs to a set of ropes. Night springboard moonsaults back onto Unger. 1...2...kick out. Night catches the arm, quickly gets to his feet and begins pulling Unger up. Unger surprises Night, however, with an eye rake. Night stumbles back into the ropes as Unger gets up. Double U shoves Unger, and asks what the hell he was doing.

Unger and Double U shout at each other, with Double U waving his finger at Unger several times. Finally Unger shoves Double U, and Double U clubs Unger in the face. Double U suplex holds Unger and lifts him into the air. Double U drops with his finisher, a Brainbuster, and proceeds to roll Unger out of the ring. Double U pulls himself up as Unger rolls onto his feet, but sways, clearly dead on his feet. Scurvy grabs Unger, and pulls him to the little cement place between the end of the ramp, and the ring padding. Scurvy lifts Unger up and lands his finisher, a Piledriver. Scurvy lets Unger slump over, and pulls himself up. Scurvy and Double U glare at the remaining l33t, who look quite surprised at the turn of events.

Steven: NO! This is completely unfair, they're beating up the l33t.
Iron Mike: Yeah, but now the sides are fair, and I think that's just fine.
Steven: Krychek simply exercised intellegence that Daye and Night didn't have, how is it fair?!

Krychek's surprise turns to hatred and anger, as he smacks BM and tells him to get in there. BM shakes his head but Krychek points, and BM quickly gets in. BM charges at Night, and slams a barrage of clubs into his head until the both of them are in a corner. BM steps onto the middle rope, and begins slamming fists into the face of Night, trying not to let him get in any offense. Night finally shoves BM down, and BM collapses on the mat. BM kicks up, and Night charges out, taking BM down with a spinning wheel kick. SSN covers. 1...2...kick out. Night gets up, and pulls BM up. BM bats the arms away and slams a fist into the face of Night.

BM runs to the ropes, comes back and commando rolls past a spinning kick attempt from Night. BM turns and flip over kick ups to his feet. BM ducks another punch attempt from Night, and uses a leg to sweep the legs out from under Night. BM jumps over Night, leaps up, and does a twisting moonsault back onto Night. BM rolls Night over and covers. 1...2...Night arm drags BM over, and BM kicks up to his feet. Night gets to one knee but BM meets him with a well placed kick to his chest. Night stands up, and BM quickly leaps up onto his shoulders for a hurricanrana. Night tosses him off, BM doing a backflip onto his feet.

Steven: FLIP!

Night tries a punch, but BM flings a foot, catching the wrist of Night with it. Night's arm flings back, BM spins around and leaps for an enziguri, which Night ducks. BM gets his hands on the mat, and guides himself back to his feet. BM charges at Night, and goes to leap up for another hurricanrana, but Night guides him over head, and BM lands face first onto the turnbuckle. Daye asks Night how he's doing, and Night tags out. Daye smirks, and Night steps onto the apron. Daye hooks BM's head, and leaps over the ropes, dropping with a ddt. Daye covers. 1...2...kick out. Daye gets up and pulls BM to his feet. Daye whips BM into a corner, and charges in after him. Daye leaps up and knee lifts BM into his chest, headlocks BM, and kicks off from the corner, and bulldogs BM. Daye rolls him over. 1...2...kick out.

Daye gets up to his feet again, and pulls BM to his feet again. Daye jabs BM in the face and runs to the ropes. Daye comes back, and BM drops to the mat, throwing his feet up into Daye's stomach. BM rolls heels over head onto his feet, and charges to the ropes. BM rebounds off them, leaps, front flips, and drives the heels of his boots into Daye's head. BM covers. 1...2...kick out. BM quickly gets to his feet and pulls Daye to his. BM whips Daye into a corner and charges in after him. Daye raises his feet, catching BM in the face.

Iron Mike: Daye cuts off whatever BM was trying for.

BM stumbles away, and Daye sprints out of the corner. BM bends over, feeling his head, Daye runs into a facelock, and quickly drops with the Negative Creep. Daye rolls BM over, and then reaches for Sammy, tagging him in. Daye slides out as Night in one leap is on the top turnbuckle. Sammy lunges forward and twists and flips with his Chart Topper, slamming across the chest of BM. Night slides off BM, but quickly turns around and covers. 1...2...Krychek flies across the ring and slams a double axe handle into the back of Sammy Night's skull. Krychek gets up, and pulls Sammy with him. Krychek shoves Sammy forward into Daye. Daye flies off the apron into the steel barrier, and Night kneels down, holding his head.

Krychek grabs BM and charges back to the l33t corner. Krychek pulls BM up and leans him into the corner. Krychek steps onto the apron, grabs the tag rope, and then smacks BM's limp hand. Krychek stares at BM, and then shakes his arm, trying to get him to move, but BM doesn't. Krychek steps in, bends BM over and throws him out of the ring. Krychek steps back into the middle of the ring, and comes face to face with Sammy Night. Sammy and Krychek lock eyes and glare at each other. A grin spreads across Night's smile as he looks at Krychek. Sammy holds up four fingers on one hand and two on the other, and complains about the handicap the l33t had going on for some time. After a little talking, Sammy drops three fingers, to display the current standings, and remarks to Krychek about where his team had gone.

Steven: Oh come on, don't taunt him!
Iron Mike: Why not, he would have.

Krychek turns back to his corner, and looks at it. Krychek flings back towards Sammy for a punch, but Sammy blocks it and smacks Krychek with a punch. Krychek tries another, but again Sammy blocks and catches Krychek with one. Sammy leaps and dropkicks to the mat. Krychek and Sammy get back to their feet, and Sammy hip tosses Krychek. Krychek bounces up to his knees, and crawls to the ropes, clutching his back. Krychek grabs the middle rope for protection, and Double U steps between him and Krychek, telling him to stay back.

Krychek pulls himself up and charges past Double U. Krychek jabs Night in the face. Double U gets out of the way and Krychek lands another. Krychek charges at the ropes, rebounds, and leaps into Night with a calf kick, dropping Night to the mat. Krychek covers. 1...2...kick out. Krychek grabs up, and grabs Night's arm. Krychek pulls him to his feet, and then whips him into a corner. Krychek charges in, but Night lunges out with a back elbow, staggering Krychek. Night whips Krychek into the corner, charges in, leaps and slams a forearm into his face.

Iron Mike: It's two on one, not favoring Krychek.
Steven: Quick, Dave, Eros, get down there!

Night heaves Krychek up and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Night steps up onto the ropes, and suplex holds Krychek. The crowd cheers, and Night tries lifting Krychek, but Krychek blocks by holding onto the top rope. Night tries again, but is blocked again. Krychek punches Night in the ribs once, weakening the hold. Krychek gets his head out from it, and front elbows Night in the face. Night sways but swings with a punch into Krychek's face. Krychek tries another front elbow, but Night blocks and slugs Krychek.

Night front facelocks Krychek. Night leaps and tries falling back with a ddt, but Krychek remains on the ropes, while Night lands on his feet. Krychek traps Night's arms in a northern lights holds, lifts Night up some, and steps off the ropes, dropping Night face first onto the top turnbuckle. Krychek stands up, and switches his hold to a front facelock. Krychek heaves himself onto the ropes again, and suplex holds Night. Krychek lifts Night up into the air and lunges off forward with a suplex to sit-out powerbomb. Krychek holds with the pin. 1...2...kick out.

Iron Mike: Good fucking lord! An orange crush bomb off the second rope.
Steven: That should have been it!
Iron Mike: But it wasn't. And do you know why? Because Night has the heart of a champion. Krychek has the heart of a devious bastard.

Krychek falls back and groans. Krychek and Night lay, resting. Double U doesn't bother with a double count out, knowing the titles must be decided tonight. Krychek grabs the middle ropes and pulls himself up. Krychek grabs Night and pulls him up. Krychek knife-edge chops Night to quickly stun him, before bending over and grabbing a leg. Krychek lifts Night up across his shoulders and goes for the Kingdom's Fall, but Night spins out of it, and quickly spins behind Krychek, hooking both arms.

Night bends over, bringing Krychek onto his back. Night charges into the Daye and Night corner and jams Krychek's neck into the top turnbuckle as Night ducked under it. Krychek is unhooked and falls to his knees, holding his neck. Night tags Daye, and quickly gets onto the apron to rest. Night leans into the corner, holding his head from the earlier suplex to sit out powerbomb. Daye steps in and quickly stomps Krychek's neck. Krychek falls to the mat, and Daye spreads out Krychek's hands before dropping a knee across the neck.

Iron Mike: Now they're getting back into a strategy. Hit the neck of Krychek hard to set up for the Negative Creep.

Daye rolls Krychek over, and covers, putting a forearm across Krychek's jaw. 1...2...kick out. Daye gets up and pulls Krychek with him. Daye holds his arm and grabs around his neck. Daye steers Krychek in front of a corner and wraps a leg around Krychek's. Daye bends them over and then flings back, russian leg sweeping Krychek into the corner, putting further strain on the neck of Krychek. Daye pulls himself up, and pulls Krychek with him. Daye pulls him into a front facelock, and raises a hand for the Negative Creep.

The crowd roars in approval and Daye prepares to drop backwards, but Krychek slips his head out, drops to his knees and headbutts Daye in the mid-section. Daye drops to his knees, holding his stomach and Krychek moves out of the way. Daye drops to his hands, and tries regaining breath, as Krychek stands up. Krychek charges to the ropes, as Double U checks on Daye. Krychek comes back and tries for a kick to Daye's ribs, but Daye shoves himself up and Krychek misses his kick on Daye, landing a kick between Double U's legs.

Steven: I'm pretty sure Krychek's going to die now.
Iron Mike: So much for the l33t taking home most of the titles tonight, eh?
Steven: Quite. It's a pity.

Double U glares at Krychek, but obviously is in no position to do anything. Even Krychek looks surprised, and perhaps slightly scared, as Double U drops to his knees, but refuses to fall over. Scurvy doesn't look upset with Krychek, likely having a clear view of it being an accident. Scurvy talks with Double U, as Night and Daye begin checking on him. Krychek slowly backs away from the group of them, checking on Double U.

The camera, however, stays on Krychek as he steps onto the apron. Krychek steps down the stairs, and quickly grabs one of the tag titles off the desk. Krychek quickly sprints back up the stairs. Krychek steps into the ring, and holds the title. Krychek eyes up the back of Daye's head, and side steps with too much noises, and draws the attention of Daye and Night. Both turn to him, and he quickly chucks the title between them, hoping they would notice. Both begin coming at him, and Krychek drops to his knees, holding up hands, hoping to beg them off.

Iron Mike: Have some dignity, for God's sake.

Night and Daye shake their heads, rear back and slam fists into Krychek's head. Krychek falls down, and Double U pulls himself up as Daye and Night look down at Krychek. Scurvy pulls the title out of the ring as Daye and Night pull Krychek up and apply a double suplex hold. They try lifting him, but Krychek kicks his legs out to stay on the ground. They try again and again Krychek kicks his legs out. Double U stalks around, ready to end the match.

A split second later Ivan Rurik from no where slides into the ring, bleeding from his back. Ivan shoves Night down and knee lifts Daye. Krychek drops to his knees as Ivan goes to lift Daye. Night pops up, and punches Ivan before he can do something to Daye. Night punches Ivan again and leaps up onto his shoulders for a hurricanrana. Ivan charges to the ropes and powerbombs Night over the ropes to the outside. Daye lunges and shoves Ivan through the ropes, to the outside. Daye watches outside, and is lifted onto the shoulders of Krychek. Krychek throws to the side and lands the Ultimecia. Krychek covers. 1...2...3!

Steven: YES!
Iron Mike: NO!
Steven: YES! YES! YES! The l33t take the championships!

The crowd roars in boos as "Otherworld" hits the pa system. Double U and Scurvy both look disappointed, but in the end did their job. Ivan pulls himself up and slides into the ring. Ivan pulls Daye away, and rolls him to the outside, as Unger and BM slowly pull themselves up into the ring. They get to their feet as does Krychek, and all three leap into Ivan's arms for a giant hug.

Iron Mike: Somehow Ivan got up and back to the ring long enough to make a difference.
Steven: And what a difference it was. Sammy Night powerbombed to the outside just long enough for Krychek to hit the rarely seen Ultimecia for the end.

The three of them are let down as Scurvy enters the ring, and Double U is handed the other tag title. They hand them to the l33t, and Krychek takes them both. Krychek raises them in his hands, and the l33t smirk and high five each other. The l33t quickly slide out of the ring and take their time walking. Mostly because they're tired. They pass down a side of the ring but Krychek stops dead, staring at Drake Love, who is on his feet again, applauding.

Iron Mike: Despite some questionable tactics, Drake Love still shows respects to the l33t.
Steven: And as well he should, they're heads and shoulders better than him.

Krychek thrusts the titles into James' hands and walks up to Drake. Krychek eyes him up, and Drake stops applauding, wondering why Krychek's looking the way he is. Krychek asks what the hell Drake's doing, and Drake looks offended. Krychek keeps talking, and finally slaps Drake as Drake tries responding. Drake grabs Krychek by the shirt and yanks him over the barrier, disappearing into the ground. James drops the titles and the three l33t members aim to go over the barrier to help, but they're held back by the fans that stood up and pushed against them.

Iron Mike: The fans are fighting back against the l33t, and Krychek is in no-mans land.
Steven: He's a champion damnit, treat him with respect!

Drake has locked Krychek in the Colorado Clutch within seconds as the l33t fight against the crowd. The Wild Stallions quickly slide out of the ring and club the l33t with punches until James grabs the titles and run. BM and Ivan finally take his lead, and run for the back. Security has arrived on the scene, and begins pulling on Drake, trying to get him off of Krychek. The security finally separates them, and pulls them apart. Drake tries to get back to Krychek, but Krychek is quickly getting away from him.

Iron Mike: Coward! He's running away from the man he slapped.
Steven: Wouldn't you?
Iron Mike: Yes, but he claims to be superior.
Steven: He is, but he's also not stupid.

Back at the ramp, however, Daye and Night stand besides themselves, arms draped across the shoulders, and are quickly joined by Wild Stallions. Daye and Night shake hands with the elder tag team, and get their arms raised to possibly the loudest cheers of the night. Daye and Night both manage a grin despite their disappointment, and walk to the back, side by side with the Wild Stallions, while "World Wide Suicide" begins to play for them. The four of them arrive on the stage, and Daye and Night turn back to the crowd, and wave rock'n'roll signs at the crowd before disappearing into the back.

Iron Mike: The crowd shows respect for the hard fought efforts of Daye and Night.
Steven: Pft, they're losers.
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The scene opens up in Mountain View Hospital in Las Vegas, Nevada as we see the insides of one of the recovery rooms. The sounds emanating from the room are all to familiar to many as the machine that reads the vitals beeps away with the heart rhythm of the few patients laying in the beds. We round the curtain divider to see none other then Fox Strife, silent and miserable looking, laid out in his bed, his faithful wife, Nikki at bedside. We see as the camera pans around that lunch was just served and Fox's lunch looks untouched, even though who really trusts the taste of lumpy mash potatoes and cold meatloaf. We see Nikki holding Fox's hand in care as she frowns at the situation, then looks at the camera as we see a tear fall down the side of her cheek.

Nikki: Oh hey there...

She wipes the tear from her cheek with a tissue from her purse

Nikki: So your here to get an update on Fox's condition then?

The camera shifts up and down as it is agreeing with her

Nikki: Well as you can see Fox is, for lack of a better word... depressed about the situation. He really hasn't said anything since he was brought here, which is kinda scaring me because he won't even confine into me.

She turns and looks at Fox, who is staring away into a wall like if it wasn't ever there

Nikki: Thats all he has been doing is staring away at the wall... its starting to really make me wonder if he is in of sound mind to do anything... he won't eat, drink or even sleep! And if it wasn't for the fact that he has a catheter in him, he wouldn't even get up for that as well!

She shakes her head in disbelief

Nikki: The Doc said that he would experience some of these symptoms as it was such a traumatic incident, but for how long? I mean i know his bones are setting in well and it will only be a matter of time before he can start the rehibilitaion process, but will he be the same Fox I know and love?

She begins to weep at the thought

Nikki: Will he be the same father to our kids? To his friends? His fans?

She slams her clenched fist on the lunch table that is above Fox, making the tray rattle and the half pint of now warm milk topple onto the floor.

Nikki: That fucking psycho is gonna pay for this! Damn you Weiss!!!

As she mentioned the name of the diabolical Hunter Weiss, Fox jumps up in his bed faster then a drag racer on the green light, grabbing the lunch tray in his hands, making the food on it spill all over his hospital gown and begins flailing it around as to protect himself

Fox: GET HIM AWAY!!! NURSE!!!! HELP ME!!! GOD SOMEONE HELP ME!!!

He swings the tray around and not knowing it, wacks Nikki with the plastic tray like a steel chair, putting her to the floor. The nurses run in and see Fox out of his mind, swinging at them.

Fox: HELP!!! HE IS EVERYWHERE!!!

The nurses struggle with him to get the once innocent lunch tray that is now a weapon out of his hands. Fox swings away at the nurses, connecting a blow to the head of one of them and begins to swing at the other nurses in the room. Doctor Royce steps in the room, syringe in hand and rushes over and plunges the needle in Fox's arm. In a very short time Fox fights against the sedative that the doctor injected and finally passes out and the carnage goes away. The doctor and nurses get up and help Nikki to her feet and helps tend to her wounds. She holds her newly formed lump on her head.

Nikki: What happened?

Dr. Royce: Well Fox must have had a psychotic episode... I gave him 20cc of Haldol to calm him down. Do you remember if you mentioned anything or noticed anything that might have triggered this problem?

Nikki: Well... if i can shake the bids and stars away... i mentioned the person who did this and he freaked out... other then that before hand he just was staring at the wall, motionless and quite.

The doctor writes down the new found problems and pulls out a script.

Dr. Royce: This should help him out some to curb another episode if it will happen again. Just send this to the attending nurse and she will get it filled right away.

He hands Nikki the paper and takes a look at the bump on her head

Dr. Royce: You should put some ice on that to stop the swelling

Nikki: Will do Doc

The scene ends as Nikki looks on at Fox, wondering if he will be ok and walks out into the hallway to fetch an ice pack.

---

The scene switches to the back where we see the monsterous looking interviewer Barret stands. For those playing at home, Barret is a large muscley black man, from Reign Inc. Barret wears a torn black t-shirt, which is only torn because it's five sizes too small. Barret raises the microphone to his mouth.

Barret: I'm waiting to get the first ever interview with the new reigning World Tag Team Champions.

Chatter from off screen is heard.

Barret: And here they come...

The l33t step into view. Krychek's shirt is draped over his shoulder, and Ivan's straps are still down. Krychek has the two titles strapped together at one end, and hanging from around his neck. The l33t collectivly stare at Barret. Unger looks from Krychek to Barret, and speaks.

Unger: What do you want?

Barret: I was sent to get the first interview with the tag team champions. You guys just out lasted several of todays leading tag teams, the best the world had to offer.

Unger: That was the best the world had to offer?

Krychek smirks.

Unger: That's sad, that's really sad.

Barret: One could contest the l33t did some pretty under handed things, by rotating partners, and even using four members in the final match.

Unger: Hey, it's not our fault management can't close all the loop holes. It's not our fault that we're the most intellegent people here. Perhaps, if the rest of the federation would open a book...

Unger mimicks opening a book with his hands.

Unger: Perhaps we wouldn't be surrounded by morons.

Ivan: Xaxaxaxa!

Black Mage stares at Ivan, as Ivan laughs.

Barret: SEXXY is offically the number one contenders, what are your thoughts on that?

Unger: Are they still around? I would have thought someone would've busted their nose already, and forced their retirement. Alas, I'll have to do it.

Unger smirks at his aggressive tones.

Barret: The main event is next, can you give any type of suggestion as to whose going to win?

Unger opens his mouth to speak, but Krychek grabs Barret's wrist and directs the microphone to his mouth.

Krychek: I give Krychek's one hundred percent guarentee that the l33t walk out with the World Heavyweight Championship.

Barret: You're without a doubt the ring leader of these three, Krychek. Do you have any words for SEXXY, or the tag division competitors in general?

Krychek: Not as of yet. But just to remind everyone of what has happened here tonight: The revolution just walked into this division. I've lead this revival from the beginning, and at the end we're only ones with the genes for survival.

From behind Barret a door opening can be heard, and Richmond and Eros shuffle out from the back. Richmond has the World title draped over a shoulder, and both men wear their wrestling attires, Richmond's mostly blocked by the l33t. The l33t trade high fives with with them as they shuffle off camera, towards ring side. Krychek watches them for a second before turning back to Barret, glaring for a moment, and leading the team inside. Barret turns to the camera.

Barret: There you have it, even getting their asses kicked by Drake Love and the Wild Stallions can't halt their superiority complexes.

Barret nods and the scene fades.

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Steven:Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our main event contest of the evening.

Iron Mike:And Stevie, I know after the last show, you'll be looking forward to this match. The heart wrenching Penultimate will test every aspect of the competitors here tonight. It's going to be Synkai versus Dave Richmond versus Eros Mako versus Ash Koopa. What are your thoughts?

Steven:Look, after last week, I'm not going to attack Synkai anymore. He ripped out a part of me that I didn't even know existed. I'm personally putting my money on Dave Richmond; followed closely by Eros Mako.

Iron Mike:And ladies and gentlemen, let me remind you that two of the participants are stable mates; Eros Mako and Dave Richmond. The odds don't fair too well for Ash Koopa and Synkai. I can only suspect that the two of them are hoping for Eros Mako and Dave Richmond to start the match off, so it will be more of a free for all. Over the past few weeks, we've seen some hectic warfare between these four men. Between brawls breaking out, preemptive attacks and slandering, this can go any way. I'm personally betting on Ash Koopda, but if he doesn't bring it home, I'd say Synkai.

Steven:Are you nuts? Dave Richmond is a -hero- and is taking this thing home.

Iron Mike:We'll see. I foresee an epic contest. And I'm sure the folks at home do as well. These men have all - barring Ash Koopa - been slandering and verbally taunting each other for some time now. Get ready because it's time to rock and roll!

DING DING!

...

Matt Gooding:The following contest is scheduled as a Penultimate Match for the AWL Heavyweight Championship of the World. Suspended above the ring is the World Heavyweight Championship Title. To win the match, the competitors must climb the steel ladder at ringside. Four competitors. A raffle will be drawn to decide which competitors will begin the match; the others will remain in steel cells at ringside until the allotted time passes. If all competitors currently participating in the match are eliminated via submission or pinfall, the match will end and the winner will be the last man standing."[/i][/color]

With the opening chords to Monster Magnet's "Spacelord (Intergalactic 7 Remix)" hitting the PA system, the arena lights fade slightly and a pair of spotlights focus on the stage as 'The Natural' Ash Koopa steps through the curtain with his arms raised.

Matt Gooding:Introducing first. Hailing from his native homeland of Reading, England. Easily the the biggest man in this competition; weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-eight pounds and standing at least five inches over every competitor he faces tonight. He is the legendary superstar; 'The Natural' Ash Koooopa!"[/i][/color]

Ash stands at the top of the stage and looks around the arena with a smirk on his face, then slowly saunters down the ramp toward the ring, taking his time to point and argue with the fans along the way. As he reaches ringside, Ash quickly bounds up the ring steps and along the apron, pausing only to look around at the fans before climbing through the ropes into the ring. Ash quickly bounds across the ring to the far ropes, then slows down on the rebound and simply walks around the ring as he removes his jacket and waits for the match to begin.

Steven:Is it just me or did Matt put some extra emphasis on Ash Koopa's introduction?

Iron Mike:As he should! Ash Koopa is damn near legend status in that ring!

Steven:You are both so on his payroll. Or at least the old buzzard's.

Iron Mike:You are both so on his payroll. Or at least the old buzzard's.

Steven:At least I have some dignity!

Iron Mike:...I need not say a word. My silence will speak for itself.

Steven:Oh, shut up.

[align=center][align=center]"...He's coming..."[/align]

As the brooding voice of the young girl fades into the night, everything quiets down in the arena, the gargantuan lights fade into the abyss as a slew of dim orange lights manifest into the roaring arena, making it seem as though the entire arena was being illuminated by an unseen candlelight. As the fans bicker throughout the arena, the stage lights up in agony as a series of ten bright pyros befall the entry ramp before slowly fading into smoke. As the last pyro diminishes, the first chord is heard and suddenly "Beast of Blood" by Malice Mizer institutes itself over the speaker systems. The haunting melody echos throughout the arena, summoning the fans' mixed reactions.

As the riffs kick in, slowly drowning away the organ playing of the brooding melody, the fans roar with passion as a figure steps from the boundaries of what seemed to be emptiness, enthralled by the vast quantity of people surrounding it. The chords ripple once more as the camera focuses on a shadowy figure in the midst of life in the audience and the litter of bickering fans all turn to that figure at their own pace.

Matt Gooding:And his opponent. Hailing from Brooklyn, New York. Weighing in at one-hundred and ninety pounds. He is... Synkai!"[/i]


As the first word is heard, the lights shine down over the random entrance in the midst of the crowd and Synkai is seen in a 'Your Excellence' pose, standing on a platform about a foot above the slew of people scattered throughout the area. Basking in the roars of the people surrounding him, Synkai steps down from the platform and begins walking through the array of people obstructing his path to the ring, whilst being patted, groped, grasped and even hugged. But his nonchalant demeanor remained the same, as did his forward march straight down through the people in the crowd.

As Synkai reaches the foam barricade, he - in nearly slow motion - hops over the top and paces around the barricade, near the fans, allowing them to get up close and personal with him as the camera pans behind him, but soon Synkai's first foot touches the steel step and he humbly steps onto the apron before placing his right leg over the top rope, followed by his left leg, to place him in a sitting position. From there, he leans back completely to hang much like a bat by the top ropes. As the cameras stop going of, Synkai does a sit up from that position into the ring. As he steps into the frame of the camera in the center of the ring, he looks to his left and to his right before walking to the Northeast turnbuckle and stepping onto the top turnbuckle to perform a 'Your Excellence' pose. From there, the music fades as he removes certain gear from his attire; much to the delight of the females in attendance, who show their support by screaming at the top of their lungs.

Iron Mike:Synkai is easily the fan favorite here tonight. He may not be a babyface, but he is garnering a lot of support here tonight. But that may be his only blessing because he's in this match alone. There are no disqualifications and Synkai is the only competitor here without -any- allies.

The arena is cast in darkness. The guitar beckons, the snares bang, the bass rides. "Last Dinosaur", by way of The Pillows, is playing. It's twenty seconds in, twenty seconds of darkness and roaring rock before the lyrics kick in, and the lights in front of the entrance ignite.

Matt Gooding:And here is the number one contender. Hailing from Flint, Michigan and weighing in at a measily one-hundred and fifty pounds. He is the underdog of this contest; standing at 5'4" tall. Introducing, the loser of this contest, Eros Maaaako!"[/i][/color]

Ash Koopa can be seen lipping to Matthew Gooding; 'I told you to say ragdoll; not underdog!' Standing there, with his head low and out of sight by the hood of his trench, is Eros Mako. He moves rhythmically, down the ramp and past the crowd with both hands tucked neatly into the pockets of his coat. The ring steps are climbed, then the turnbuckle which he mounts from the outside. He waits a moment... and the coat is thrown the arena floor. A nod to the crowd around him, then he climbs completely into the ring. Across the ring he goes, to climb the opposite turnbuckle from the inside. An admiring stare, a nod. Eros takes a seat on the turnbuckle facing inside of the ring. The darkness encompassing the arena fully subsides.

Iron Mike:Eros Mako, certainly the shortest man in this match. Over a foot shorter than Ash Koopa and eight inches below Synkai's forehead. Dave Richmond, however, is not far off from Eros. Ash Koopa, wisely taking cracks at Eros to rile him up. A very good strategy especially if they are not the first two competitors.

Steven:Wise? More like wise-ass. That won't aid him at all. That will just make Eros more determined to to scrap Koopa's face off.

Iron Mike:Exactly. If they start off, it'll throw him off his game. If they don't, Eros Mako will be festering for Koopa. And if he's in the ring with someone, he'll get hurt for it because his mind will be set on Koopa. If he's locked in his cell, he'll go mad before he gets in the ring.

Steven:You're reading too much into this. Ash Koopa hasn't said anything all wekk. I think he's just doing it to be a smartass.

*The Lights dim and James Unger Walks out from the back*

Unger: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is I James Unger your most favoritest Announcer and Tag Team Champion in history.

*Unger pauses*

Unger: and you can guess and since I'm out here you know it is truly time for the MAAAAAAAAAAIN EVENTah.

*Unger pauses for the crowd to cheer and boo... and what not*

Unger: it is now my privilege and honor to introduce to you, weighing in at an unspeakably impressive 165 lbs. of pure madness,

*Unger stalls for more time*

Unger: hailing from Sarasota, Florida.... New Jersey.

*Unger stops and thinks about what he just said*

Unger: Anyway... the Man, the Myth, the Legend, and most importantly the AWL World Heavyweight Champion, I am of course talking about you're and my personal hero. "Macho man" David Richmond.

*"OH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" blasts out of the speakers followed by the opening chords from Pomp and Circumstance begins to play, suddenly you hear a record scratch noise and "Be a Man" By Randy Savage replaces it. Dave walks out from the back wearing a red bandanna, a pair of clearly 80's inspired designed singlet, overly large sunglasses and of course the AWL World Title. Dave just walks down to the ring mouthing the words to the song, he gets to the ring and jumps over the top rope. He takes the bandanna off and sticks the glasses inside them before throwing them to the outside. Dave takes the title off and hands it to the referee who promptly attaches it to the hook before it lifts into the air.

The four competitors circle around the ring, taking gaze at one another as two referees stand near the time keeper along with Matthew Gooding. One holds a box out in front of the other, whom begins digging inside of a hole in the top. Tension raises as each competitor's heart beats like a drum. Finally, the referee draws a name from the box and says it - albeit inaudibly - to Matthew Gooding.

Matt Gooding:The first name has been drawn and decided. Eros Mako will be the last competitor to enter the match."[/i][/color]

A wave of boos and cheers sweep the arena as Eros Mako looks at each of his competitors, eyeing Synkai and Ash Koopa in particular. It was unclear whether he liked the results or not, but he nodded before sliding out of the ring and entering the steel cell on the right side of the announce tables.

Meanwhile, Dave Richmond cursed a few times under his breath before taking glimpse of the title suspended above. At that moment, he spun around with his index finger pointed in the air, shouting 'Ou yeah!' As he finally turned back to his remaining opponents, he stared a hole through Synkai who smirked and raised his arms in the air as he basked in the cheers of the fans. As stomping, clapping, whistling and yelling filled the arena, Richmond began to yell at the fans to quiet down, but his voice was drowned out. He turned to Ash Koopa who was chuckling to himself before yelling at the towering technician. Responding abruptly, Ash Koopa slapped his left hand over his right bicep while raising his forearm; as to tell Dave Richmond to go screw himself.

The camera then panned over to the outside again where Eros Mako was seen locked up in his cell, sitting in the corner with his arms crossed. Meanwhile, the second name was drawn.

Matt Gooding:The second name has been drawn and decided. 'Leet' Dave Richmond will be entered into the match after a predetermined time of five minutes. The match will proceed between Synkai and Ash Koopa."[/i][/color]

Dave Richmond nodded with reassurance as he slid out of the ring, passed Eros Mako's cage and stared at him like he was a wild animal. Shortly after, he turned the corner and headed into his own cell as he stood back, watching them padlock it shut. The two referees then seperated, each standing in front of one of the cells.

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The bell rang as Synkai and Ash Koopa eyed one another; Synkai standing still, but elegant while Ash Koopa was propped in a wrestling stance. Ash Koopa took a step forward abruptly to shake Synkai, but Synkai didn't move. Koopa looked over his shoulder for a moment before sliding out of the ring, pointing at Synkai and shouting inaudible insults as the blonde haired luchador gazed at him with a solid, but haughty look on his face.

Koopa quickly turned for the ladder and turned the bolts before lifting it and turning around. But just as he turned, he was blindsighted by a fighter jet taking course on his torso. Synkai had 360 corscrew flipped his way over the top rope and onto the ladder in Koopa's hands, causing them to both buckle to the ground like ragdolls. At the very moment, the fans screamed with enthusiasm as the sound of metal on skin seemingly aroused them.

Iron Mike:Bloody hell! The first move of the match and it's -that-!

Steven:Synkai's bare torso just wrapped around that steel ladder like he was made of leather... or rubber!

The two men buckled on the floor, squirming to get to their feet, obviously both too fresh to stay down long from that. Koopa was the first to his feet as he came behind Synkai and proceeded to slam his hands over the bare back of him. Synkai turned around as he began feeling Koopa bashing on his back, but met with an elbow to his jaw. But Synkai retaliated with two hard echoing slaps acrossed the face. As Koopa reeled back, having been slapped in the ear - thus temporarily deafened - Synkai brought his foot to his scruffy foe's torso and leaped straight onto the barricade before performing a pele kick from the top of it and onto the back of Koopa's head.

Iron Mike:Oh my God! Oh my God! What a move! And this is only the beginning of this match!

The camera zoomed in on Koopa laying prone with his hands on his head as Synkai began catching his bearings. At that moment, Synkai took Koopa by the hair and rolled him into the ring before jumping straight onto the apron and leapfrogging in. Synkai stalked Koopa for a moment, driving his knee into the shoulder of the English professional every time he got to his knees. The camera zoomed in on Synkai as Synkai showed the camera, him tightening his hand and putting pressure on his forearm for a stiffened hand. As Koopa began to crawl over to him, Synkai curved his hand so his palm was almost facing away from his face before spinning it down over the back of Koopa's head.

Iron Mike:I dunno what it is about Synkai's slaps that make them so devastating, but the sound attests to its feeling. They're almost like sonic punches. He seems to prefer slapping over punching from what I've noticed. He seems to do more damage slapping his opponents with that stiffened hand than flat out striking them.

Steven:Synkai is most unorthodox. But I don't think his alternative way of fighting will save him from the sheer greatness of Dave Richmond! But I think Ash Koopa can handle Synkai...

Iron Mike:You're trying so hard not to say anything bad about Synkai. I really don't think he cares if you don't cheer for him or if you cheer against him. I think mocking his methods without understanding them is what got you into trouble.

Steven:Bah...

Synkai drove his elbow into the neck of Ash Koopa twice before Koopa tackled him into the corner and began to drive knees into his gut before hip tossing him into the middle of the ring and dropping a knee to his calf as he tried to get up. Synkai grimaced as his leg bent obscurely; his body falling like a leaf in the wind. Koopa, seeing a damaged area locked him in a reverse leg lock, putting added pressure to the lower part of his left leg.

Iron Mike:Snap it, Koopa!

Synkai fell silent as he held his arms over his head; his face buried in the canvas. Seeing struggling on Synkai's part, Ash Koopa began to put as much force as he could on Synkai's leg, only to see his arms tighten over his his head and his torso attempting to slither away. No moaning, no screaming, no pulling for the ropes. Koopa, raising an eyebrow, released the hold and went over to the other side of Synkai, attempting to see what the deal was, but caught a monkey fist to the tip of his nose, dazing him. His face grimacing, Synkai dragged himself from the ground, grasping his calf before bouncing off the ropes and landing what seemed to be a bulldog, but in mid-flight, Synkai wrapped around to the other side, basically performing a 180 over to the other shoulder and pulling him into a DDT.

Iron Mike:Wow! That was impressive! Synkai stayed silent until Ash Koopa released and then demonstrated his athleticism.

Steven:I think I read that Synkai has congenital insensitivity to pain. He seems to always react that way in submission holds.

Iron Mike:Oh, I forgot about that. Didn't they say it was mild though?

Synkai kneels for a moment, attempting to catch his bearings before standing up. When he did, however, he met with a clothesline by Ash Koopa that caused him to spin in almost a complete 360, spinning him into a backflip and onto his knees. Synkai's body bounced up when his knees hit the mat and he shot back into the corner where Ash Koopa grinned sadistically, staring at the cage on the outside. Dave Richmond began to shout inside of his cage at Koopa, grasping the bars of the cell as Koopa hoisted Synkai onto the top turnbuckle. Richmond's eyes widening, he ducked down and covered his head as Koopa lifted Synkai up as though he were about to perform a superplex, but instead, he launched Synkai forward in a reverse vertical suplex onto the steel cell on the outside, belly first. Synkai's bare chest bounced off of the metal as you could literally hear the wind get knocked out of him. His body, seemingly in a state of shock, crumbled down from the top of the now-dented cell and onto the matted floors on the outside.

Steven:All that is good and holy! Is he dead!?

Iron Mike:I don't know, but that cage is now imprinted with Synkai's frame! Richmond was covered up like a hermit crab.

Steven:Lies! Slander! Blasphemy! Heresy! DECEIT!

The camera zoomed in on Synkai as he was literally shaking from the shock of that fall. Koopa slid on the outside to see his stunned opponent looking as though he survived the electric chair. Chuckling, Koopa slid Synkai into the ring and went to follow, but turned and dug under the ring apron before pulling a steel chair out and cackling. He quickly followed after Synkai, who was now trying to make it back to his feet. Koopa watched on with a gritting teeth smile on his face and the widened eyes of a killer. Synkai finally spun around and Koopa attempted to crack it acrossed the head of Synkai horizontally, but Synkai ducked it and bounced off the opposite ropes, darting at Koopa. But Koopa thought quickly and held the chair out against his torso horizonally and pointing at Synkai. Caught off guard, Synkai ran directly into the chair, feeling the brash, cold steel jam him in the abdominal area like a sword had just impaled him. Synkai's upper body laid atop the extended chair as his mouth widened in a sickened manner; Koopa grinning at his successful counter.

Steven:Oh... man! Look at his body just crumble to the canvas.

Ash Koopa put the boots to Synkai for a select minute before ripping him up by his chin-length blonde hair and whipping him against the ropes before catching him in a powerslam. Cackling, Koopa motioned to Synkai's head and grabbed each of his wrists before pressing his boot against Synkai's forehead. He then proceeded to pull Synkai's arms up, pulling his shoulder muscles out. Synkai's teeth gritted as the flesh on his neck felt ready to tear clean. The fans began to rally up as Koopa had Synkai at his mercy. But as they rose up, so did Synkai; his feet kicking up and down until he slipped out from beneath Koopa's foot and somersaulted to get his legs on his opponent's shoulders. Koopa, stricken with surprise, was pulled into a headscissors takedown as the fans popped with excitement. But Synkai was down and winded.

Iron Mike:Brilliant counter by Synkai. This kid has a lot of heart, but lets see if that heart can beat fast enough to beat his opponents.

The two man began rising simutaneously, but Synkai was the first to his feet where his eyes quickly scanned and located the steel chair which crippled him a short time ago. Diving, Synkai snatched the chair, but Koopa was now standing over him ready to attack. But Synkai managed to get the chair up in time, cracking it straight over Koopa's head! The impact was mind numbing - especially for Ash. Rattled, Koopa stumbled back, wobbly for a moment before crumbling to the ground.

Synkai used the chair for support as he got up and motioned around as though he thought himself to be lost. But his body froze statue-esque when he saw the turnbuckle. The fans murmered with excitement as Synkai ascended the turnbuckle with the steel chair. With the chair in hand, he performed a 'Your Excellence' pose on the top rope before performing a 360 moonsault, sandwiching the chair between his own body and Ash Koopa's. The fans roared with excitement.

Steven:See, I don't get it. He hurts himself as much as he hurts his opponents.

Iron Mike:Have you ever been in the ring? Everything you do hurts. Sometimes you have to inflict big time damage on yourself to inflict it on your opponent and then hope you're the competitor who can survive the worst bumps. Synkai is a talented individual. He's extremely innovative and has the flexibility to double up with it. Combined, it makes for devastating maneuvers which will win the crowd over and toy with his opponent's minds.

Steven:Their minds?

Iron Mike:Of course. If your opponent is worried about where you're coming from and how you're coming from there, they will be too preoccupied with searching a handful of areas. That's where innovative wrestlers like Synkai excel. Because most people can only watch a handful of areas, but Synkai can come at you from so many different angles, it's not impossible, but most improbable to guard against every maneuver. -That- is where his technique lies.

Synkai is seen crawling to the bottom rope as Koopa rolls over on his side and twitches before rolling out of the ring and onto the matted ground below. After a brief moment, Synkai slides out of the ring as Koopa is getting up and lands a verticle dropkick into the rear end of The Natural, sending him face first into Eros Mako's cell, whom stares at the two competitors with a look of dismay in his eyes as he sits in his corner.

Though his face was seemingly sagging, there was a look of satisfaction on Synkai's face as he turned to the ladder and set it up about a meter and a half away from Eros's cell where the bars were facing the ring and the crowd. As Koopa, dazed, began to come to rise, Synkai, now standing near Richmond's cell, dashed forward at full speed and used the third step of the ladder as leverage to catch Koopa in a bulldog fashion. But just nearing the cage, Synkai ran up the wall of it, flipping over the head of Koopa and landing a foot on each side of the ladder interiors bars. As he stood inside of the ladder, hunched down, Synkai dropped down and kicked Koopa in the spine as hard as possible, sending him straight into the cell, where he bounced off and collided, shoulder first, with the steel post on the outside!

Iron Mike:What a display of gymnastic prowess on the part of Synkai! I have never seen anyone perform such a maneuver in all of my days!

Steven:It's gymnastics. Big deal. I bet you those maneuvers won't work against Eros and Richmond!

Iron Mike:Stevie, just think of what kind of mental state you have to be in to choreograph such a display of finesse.

The camera panned in on Eros who seemed to be growing irritated by the bumps taking place on his cell walls. But it quickly turned back as it showed Koopa now pouring blood from his head like melted butter through a strainer. As Synkai stalked Koopa, however, he met with agony as Koopa brandished a lead pipe and rammed it into his groin. Synkai dropped like a bag of wheat as Koopa winced, bleeding from the forehead as he began to bash Synkai's right arm and back in with the pipe. He proceeded until the pipe was bent enough to form a boomerang shape. Then he turned to Eros whom was simply glaring at him. Now in the driver seat, Koopa began to glow despite his head being opened up.

Iron Mike:And here we go! Koopa is in control! Even after that nasty bump!

Synkai laid a wreck on the floor as Koopa began to tap the pipe against Eros's cell, taunting him and laughing at his imprisoned state. Eros stood up and walked over to the cage wall and stared at Koopa whom began laughing in his face with no attention paid to the thin line of blood oozing down from his forehead down to the arc of his nose. But Eros's nostrils flared and his chest puffed up before he let out a loogie through the cell grates into the face of Ash Koopa, who, needless to say, lost his sense of humor and stared at Eros in disgust.

Now enraged, Koopa began to bash the pipe against the cell walls before turning to the referee and demanding the key, but it was refused. Instead, Koopa leveled the referee and stomped his face flat. As the referee's lifeless body was at Koopa's feet, he dug in his pocket and took the key, but instead of opening the door, he thought for a moment before laughing at Eros. Instead of letting him out for a brawl, Koopa threw the key into the crowd. Eros, looking sickened, began to pound on the cage as Ash pointed and laughed.

Iron Mike:I don't believe it! Koopa is a genius! Instead of going in and fighting Eros when he was already sapped of energy from Synkai, he hit Eros with something a punch could never amount to. He basically just told him that he was denied entry into this match; thus the ability to win the title he so desperately craved.

Steven:I won't argue. That probably is the smartest thing Koopa can do right now. Keep the Leet out of the match. If he is really smart, he'll do the same with Richmond and then it will just be a one on one match with him and Synkai, which gives him a chance at winning!

Eros attempted to slam open the cage door, but it wouldn't budge. As Ash Koopa basked in his mental victory over Eros, however, Synkai came up behind Koopa with the ladder and rammed the tip of it into The Natural's spine. As Koopa toppled, Synkai stood over Koopa and began to ram the tip of the ladder down on Koopa's spine repeatedly. After about fifteen seconds of bashing, Synkai pointed to the ceiling and slid the ladder in the ring, signaling for the Wit's End on the downed Ash Koopa. It was certainly possible Koopa could be pinned now, but for some ill conceived reason, Synkai didn't pin him.

Instead, he propped the ladder up in the middle of the ring and began to climb it, but as he got to the top, Koopa willed himself to life, believing Synkai to for the belt. Synkai, only now catching sight of Koopa rising, stalled at the top while Koopa tackled the bottom of the ladder, opposite Synkai, causing it to close shut and Synkai to sigh before sliding down the straightened ladder, bashing his chin on each step along the way.

Both men now on the ground, Koopa pulled himself up on the ropes as Synkai willed himself up on the opposite side. As they both reached standing position, Koopa dashed forward at Synkai, attempting a clothesline, but Synkai dropped onto his back, catching Koopa in a monkey flip that sent him over the top rope and to the outside!

Steven:Thirty seconds left until your hero and mine enters the match!

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Twenty-nine!

Twenty-eight!

Twenty-seven!

Twenty-six!

Twenty-five!

Twenty-four!

Twenty-three!

Twenty-two!

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As the fans joined in on the count, Synkai looked over his shoulder at Richmond whom seemed prepped and ready to dart at the door with the potent abilities of a gladiator. Then he shot gaze at Eros whom tried in vein to get the lock off of the cell. Finally, he turned back to Koopa whom was getting up perpendicular to the fallen ladder that had reopened before hitting the ground and was no lying so its right side pocket was leaning against the canvas. With evil intent, Synkai backed up against the ropes and dashed forward, suicide diving into the mouth of the ladder, causing it to close up on him, but launch forward like a siege tower into the face of Koopa with enough force to black and blue the face of a bull.

Steven:As cool and devastating as that was, it was completely unnecessary! Dave Richmond is about to get in and he takes him and the only other line of defense out in such a manner?!

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Four!

Three!

Two!

One!

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The lights went out for a moment as Richmond barreled out of his cell like a man possessed, seeing his crippled opponents and the ladder on the outside perpendicular to him. But he had a keen eye; he could see them still fidgeting. With malice exuding from his pores, you could tell he was up to something very painful!

...

But instead, he grabbed a chair from near the announce table and stealing Steven Travis's donut before going back into his cell and placing the chair down before sitting down and eating his donut.

Steven:Genius! Absolutely genius!

Iron Mike:I won't lie, that was a brilliant move by Dave Richmond. Not only can he sit out of the pain, but it will also score him some negative points with Synkai.

Steven:I want my donut...

Just then, Richmond's voice could be heard yelling out 'j00 are part of teh conspiracy!'

Steven:I'm sorry! Forgive me!

Meanwhile, Synkai was bleeding from his left eye as he rolled back into the ring with Koopa by the collar, signaling for the Reigning Defiance. But just as he propped the dazed Koopa in position, he felt a leather whip crack acrossed his bare back, causing him to release his target. Dropping to his knees, Synkai turned to see HiM and Krusher in the ring. Synkai darted forward and slapped Krusher to the ground, but HiM low blowed Synkai and pushed him to Krusher whom recovered from the slap. As Krusher began to land knees to the shoulder of Synkai, HiM slid out and pulled a stop sign out from under the ring before returning, only to see Synkai holding Krusher in the Ecstasy of the Synner!

As Krusher began pounding his fist into the mat to be let go, HiM launched forward and began to pummel Synkai with the stop sign. Synkai attempted to fight back by throwing jaws on his knees, butwith Krusher landing kicks to him and a stop side lopping him upside the head, he couldn't bare long.

As Synkai was attempting to fend off his attackers, he was soon ambushed by Ash Koopa, whom was now up again and seathing with anger. Koopa gave orders to each of the men...

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iKonic!

Supah H Bomb!

...

Iron Mike:Holy hell! If nothing else took him out, that had to! That was both of those mens' signature moves.

Synkai's desecrated body twitched as he seemed almost asphyxiated. With evil intent Koopa pointed to Richmond's cell as they nodded and the trio slid out of the ring, stalking the cell of Richmond, whom stood up like a cornered child to Michael Jackson. Three men towering over him were now stalking his cage and he had nowhere to go.

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BANG!

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Steven:Yes! Yes!

At that moment, the trio was ambushed by the combined efforts of Rurik Krychek, James Unger and the Black Mage. Attempting to equalize the numbers, they began to fend off the predators, Koopa easily getting taken out by Krychek who wielded... what seemed to be a lead magician's wand. A battle quickly ensued as Richmond came out of his cell to attack Ash, while Unger battled Krusher and the Black Mage battled HiM.

Meanwhile, Krychek slid into the ring and stalked Synkai as the fans began to get rowdy. As Synkai got to his feet, ready to pass out, Krychek launched at Synkai with the magic wand, but Synkai ducked and caught Krychek with the Dismal Appulsion on the rebound. Krychek, however, was fresh, and Synkai's kick was muffled due to his weakened state. Krychek got up after a moment whereas Synkai was down. Rubbing his jaw, Krychek took Synkai by the hair and began to club him upside the head repeatedly. That was... until he was swarmed!

Steven:What is this!?

Iron Mike:It's Wasabi, Corybantic and Turmoil! Wasabi led them out here like a squad leader!

Krychek rattled until he was knocked to the outside and the trio surrounded the fallen superstar. As Krychek stumbled on the outside over to Unger and Black Mage, Richmond hauled back into his cell as HiM and Krusher took their positions. The trio in the ring, however, slid out and scattered out as a brawl ensued between the three factions until they took it to the crowd, fighting up the stands.

Richmond, seeing the coast completely clear and Synkai laid out, darted into the ring and set up the ladder with a grin. But he was cut off by the voices of the fans...

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Three!

Two!

One!

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Iron Mike:Heeeeere we... g....o....! He's stuck!

Richmond was obviously rattled by the introduction as he hopped off the cage only to see Eros unable to get the lock open. Eros began shouted to Richmond in a 'you're my ally' manner to open the cage door, but Richmond just snickered and began to strut his way up the ladder until he got to the top and saw Synkai climbing the other side with a comatose look on his face and blood pouring down his left eye. Richmond, obviously stunned that Synkai could even move panicked for a moment before waiting for him. As Synkai reached the top, he reared his arm back and popped him in the jaw, expecting him to drop.

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But he didn't. Synkai held on and gave a muffled slap to the back of Richmond's head, simutaneously grabbing him and smashing his face onto the ladder. But Richmond shrugged it off and bashed Synkai's own face into the ladder, obviously doing more damage. Richmond made a '> j00' taunt, but his laughter faded when the cage began to shake. He looke down to see...

...Ash Koopa holding onto the ladder and sliding back! Richmond began to beg Koopa not to do it, but Koopa was just falling back, using his weight to drag it down. Synkai was obviously too weakened to even notice or care as the ladder tipped over and... BOOM!

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The two competitors slammed right through the roof of Richmond's cage, causing it to give way and them both to break right through.

Steven:No! No! Richmond had it! Ash Koopa screwed him!

Iron Mike:You think he screwed him? I think he killed him!

Steven:May every man, woman and child perish before that happens!

Despite the advantage he now had, Koopa couldn't get up to capitalize on his assault. Dazed, he laid in the center of the ring, wiping the string of blood expelling from his forehead. Likewise, Synkai and Richmond were crippled inside of the cell as the only man standing was unable to get into the match.

It took a good three minutes for Richmond to climb out of the rubble of the cell and roll back into the ring, grasping his head as Koopa began crawling to the bottom rope. Seeing Koopa, Richmond seemed to snap back into the match, realizing where he was. Thinking quickly, Richmond grabbed the steel chair left in the ring from earlier and bashed Koopa over the back of the head before sliding out of the ring, pursuing the ladder that had fallen out of the squared circle. As he passed Eros Mako on the outside, he turned to him, seeing him pleading to be released, but Richmond stared at him for a moment before nodding a no and turning his back to his ally.

But he was cut off prematurely by Synkai who already had the ladder and used it as a javelin to kip himself up and drop kick Richmond directly in the jaw. But soon after, Synkai crumbled to the ground.

After a moment, however, the camera panned in to show Synkai sliding out of the ring to catch his bearings. His eyes caught gaze of Eros continuing to plead for his release and, unexpectedly, Synkai went over and began to attempt to pull the lock from its hatch. The fans popped with excitement as Eros seemed to have his heart gripped as though he would die if Synkai didn't get the lock open.

However, he was cut off by Koopa whom came up behind Synkai and german suplexed him onto the guard rail. Synkai looked as though a tumor just exploded in his spine as he crumbled into the crowd and Koopa began to taunt Eros, whom began to punch the cage in frustration.

But Koopa was caught off guard as well when Richmond leaped off the top rope into Koopa...

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Breaking him straight through the cage door!

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Eros seemed to bear a sinister grin as he dove out and began to pummel Richmond with boots and hard punched to the side of his head. Eros tore through Richmond before sliding in the ring and setting up the ladder, where he began to take ascent. But before he could reach the top, Richmond got back up and tackled the cage, sending him flying to the outside where his legs landed wrong on the barricade; causing his crotch area to smash into the top of it.

Eros groaned from the agony as Richmond laid prone... but on the outside!

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The fans were in awe as Ash Koopa was eliminated by Synkai who managed to simply throw an arm over him faintly. His victory was short lived however, as when he returned to the ring Richmond and Eros exchanged proper gaze and began to double team Synkai for the majority of the contest.

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After Synkai was effectively disected, but unable to just stay down, Eros and Richmond turned on each other. However, Eros proved to be more fresh and climbed the ladder quicker than Richmond. However, Richmond manned the other side as they struggled for the belt.

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But Synkai leaped up and drop kicked the ladder over, causing it to drop with Richmond and... Richmond! Richmond falls and lands awkwardly on his left arm. Eros held on for dear life as he hung from the belt and cable where-as Richmond and Synkai were both down.

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And Eros dropped from the top with the belt!
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Iron Mike: The little man did it! He has taken the World Championship, and become the first ever triple crown of AWL!
Steven: But if you notice it stayed with the l33t. In your face all you doubters!
Iron Mike: Hey, here comes Joey.

Microphone dropping is heard as Steven rushes out of sight.

Iron Mike: I hope you enjoyed it, the survivors of the night certainly did. To the revival of the tag team divsion, I am Iron Mike Sisco, and both I and Steven "One Nut" Travis will see you on Fury. G'night everybody.

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