| Introduction |
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[The Atlantic Arena is full of ravenous AWA fans all the way up to the newly furnished upper deck as a large pyro display shoots off on the staging area and then works it's way down the ramp. The Dead & Bloated logo flashes on the Atlantic-Tron as "Dead & Bloated" by Stone Temple Pilots starts up.] o/` I AM...smelling like a rose that somebody gave me 'cause I'm DEAD AND BLOATED! o/` [The music blares over the high quality sound system in the Atlantic Arena as the fans come to their feet, cheering for the beginning of what looks to be a great card.] Harvey Schultz:: Hello, fans, and welcome to Dead & Bloated! We're coming to you live from the Atlantic Arena via WABN Norfolk, the Atlantic Broadcasting Network. Folks at home, fire up your VCRs because this is going to be an unforgettable night! In the main event...people have been talking about it for weeks...the Kill Devil Hills, the Atlantic Champion, Mandrake will be taking on arch nemesis as well as Heavyweight Champion HaZe in a title for title ladder match in the main event! J.J. Jackson:: Yeah, and we also gots a supafly cage match for ya'll featurin' Nyghtmare and Richia Cormiare! Harvey Schultz:: The Tag Team Championships will be on the line as the Bastardos defend their belts against the Masters in a New Jersey Street Fight. J.J. Jackson:: Yo, why they call it a New Jersey fight if they ain't even gonna be in New Jersey? Harvey Schultz:: Nevermind, my idiotic counterpart. To kick off this extravaganza, former tag team partners Billy Suggs and Jerry Verboncour are going to be battling it out in what should be an incredible series of matches to crown the very first Television Champion! What's this? I've just heard from the back that a member of the technical has found an interesting video tape and is going to play it on the Atlantic-Tron... |
| Pep Talk |
| [The Atlantic-Tron comes to life with a shot of the Don sitting in a dressing room staring at somebody just off camera. The Don takes a sip from his metal canteen, then screws the cap on and begins speaking.] The Don:: I know in my heart of hearts that I've made the right descision in who I'm going to back. Together, we are going to take the AWA to new heights! The next step is the Television Title, but we're not going to stop there! I won't be happy until the the AWA Heavyweight Champion is none other than...what was your name again? [The camera pans around to find Billy Suggs sitting with an annoyed look on his face!] Harvey Schultz:: The Don is siding with Billy Suggs! I don't believe this, he seemed more loyal to Verboncour...hell, he can't even remember Billy's name! Billy Suggs:: It's Billy, ya stupid f*cker! How hard is it to remember?! The Don:: Sorry Bill, I have trouble remembering the names of people I've just met. I'll get it down. Billy Suggs:: Donald, you've known me since I was thirteen! F*******cckkk! The Don:: I don't remember that. Now ADFM, I remember him. The weakest link in all of Westpine High School, according to Rusty. I HAVE to agree with him. Billy Suggs:: Why is that, Donald? The Don:: Well I don't think Rusty was right, but I HAVE to agree with him. Billy Suggs:: I think Coach Ziset was right. McCool is a p*ssy! F*ck I was ten times the player that f*cker was! The Don:: ADFM? I think it's in the best of our interests to focus on Jerry... Billy Suggs:: F*ck man, I don't give a sh*t about Jerry! That match will be cake. If I can f*cking knock him out inadvertantly, how easy is it going to be when I f*cking do it on purpose? The Don:: You're absolutely right. Jerry will be a cinch to beat. Billy Suggs:: Heh, heh, I'm awfully glad I stuck that clause in our contract to force you to agree with me! It's a f*cking confidence boost man! After Dead and Bloated, I'm going to make Josh McCool's life a living hell! The Don:: I don't know, I think ADFM is better than you... Billy Suggs:: Shut the f*ck up! You're supposed to be my yes man! The Don:: Oh, sorry uh... Billy Suggs:: Billy! My name's Billy Suggs! C'mon! The Don:: Excuse me sir, who are you? You can't just burst into a stanger's office and start screaming at them! Billy Suggs:: It's me, Billy! The Don:: I know, Bill. I'm not stupid. Billy Suggs:: You're dumber than a Mexican whore on crack! But you'll have to do as my manager. The Don:: You're absolutely right, let's go get Jerry and head to the ring. Billy Suggs:: Jerry is the enemy! Jeez ya dumb f*ck! [Billy glances up at the corner of the ceiling, looking directly into the camera.] Billy Suggs:: Hey, there's a camera in a hole up there. Thank God the red, blinking "off" light is on, or our suprise would be ruined! The Don:: I agree totally, Bob. Billy Suggs:: It's Billy... The Don:: You're absolutely right. Billy Suggs:: F*******ccckk, I don't got time for this sh*t! I just lost $4,000 in an NCAA tourney pool and I'm low on patience. The Don:: You're absolutely right. Let's do it. [The Atlantic-Tron fades to black as Suggs and the Don exit the room leaving the crowd in awe at their utter stupidity.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, that's certainly an important development for this match. As everyone know's, the Don's not shy about getting involved in matches. This has got to be a big advantage for Suggs. |
| Interview: Jerry Verboncour |
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["Dead & Bloated" by Stone Temple Pilots starts up as Suggs heads out from the back with the Don at his side. Backstage, Douglas Baggins enters Jerry's lockerroom to get a quick interview before he heads out to the ring.] Douglas Baggins:: Jerry, we've just found out that Donald Bonaducci has sided with Billy Suggs. How does this... Jerry Verboncour:: Jerry says shut your mouth and listen to the soon-to-be Television Champion! Jerry doesn't give two sh*ts who the Don has aligned himself with. When you're as good as Jerry Verboncour, it just doesn't matter. But Jerry assures you, in case the Don tries to pull any stunts out there, Jerry's got a trick up his sleeve. ["Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns n' Roses starts up, and it can be heard backstage by Jerry and Douglas.] Jerry Verboncour:: Well, Doug, that's Jerry's cue to head out. Why don't you take a seat a ringside with the rest of Jerry's Kids and watch me kick Suggs' ass all over the arena... [Jerry walks out of his lockerroom in a hurry and heads to the entranceway.] |
| Best 2 of 3 Falls: Standard Match: Billy Suggs vs. Jerry Verboncour | Television Championship |
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[Billy Suggs watches on from inside the ring as the Pissed-Off Texan, Jerry Verboncour, walks out from the back to a huge ovation from the crowd. Jerry lifts his right arm in the air and points his finger to the sky as "Welcome to the Jungle" continues to play. Jerry climbs up onto the ring apron, but is attack as soon as he steps through the ropes by his former tag team partner. Perry Daton starts the match.] J.J. Jackson:: These two Army vets gonna be da piss outta one anotha, ain't they? Harvey Schultz:: I believe they will. [Suggs shoves Verboncour into the corner and immediately goes to work on him with a pair of chops to the chest. Proud of the chops, Suggs raises his arms in the air, but Jerry grabs him and throws him into the corner, dishing out several chops to Suggs chest. After each of Jerry's chops, the crowd lets out a "Woo!"] Harvey Schultz:: Jerry and I were talking backstage before Dead & Bloated went on the air, and he told me he's been working on a new finishing maneuver. I'm eager to see if it will come into play during tonight's match. [Jerry Irish whips Suggs into the opposite corner and follows him with a big Texan clothesline that nearly knocks Suggs over the top rope. Jerry then throws Billy out of the corner with a belly-to-belly suplex, followed by a cover. 1...kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: This isn't your typical match. In order to win, you must defeat your opponent not once, but twice. [Verboncour locks in an armbar, but Suggs works back up to his feet and headbutts Jerry in the face, loosening his grip. Suggs shoves Jerry into the ropes and catches him with a back elbow, sending the Texan out of the ring. Billy follows him out and clubs him across the back of the neck with a giant forearm. Suggs Irish whips Jerry, but he reverses it, sending Suggs hard into the steel post!] Harvey Schultz:: Ow! I heard his head crack off of that unforgiving steel! Perry Daton:: 1...2...3...! [Suggs is on his knees, clutching his head as Jerry finds a steel chair and closes in on his opponent! Suggs stands, and Jerry clocks him in the side of the head with the chair, knocking him back to the arena floor. The Don approaches Jerry, but he scares him away by throwing the chair at him. Jerry slides back into the ring.] Harvey Schultz:: Jerry's bending the rules a bit here, but I wanna see him do whatever he has to do to win that belt. J.J. Jackson:: There ain't no place in the AWA fo' cheatas, Harvery... Perry Daton:: ...4...5...6...! [Jerry hops up onto the second turnbuckle and riles up the already pumped up crowd while Billy struggles to stand on the outside of the ring. The Don jogs over and helps Suggs to his feet, then rolls him back in the ring.] Harvey Schultz:: Billy's lucky he's got the Don out here in his corner. Otherwise, I don't think he would've beat the count back into the ring. [Jerry quickly hits Billy with an elbow drop, then covers him. 1...2...the Don props Billy's foot up on the bottom rope, stopping the count. Jerry hurls a few swear words in the Don's direction, then lifts Billy up off the mat. Billy scores with a kick to the groin, then begins blatantly choking him right in front of the referee. Daton admonishes Billy for his action as Jerry hangs on to the top rope and tries to regain his barings. While he's doing so, the Don hops up onto the ring apron and nails Verboncour in the back of the head with his loaded canteen. Verboncour falls to the mat and Billy capitalizes by dragging him to the center of the ring and covering him. 1...2...3!] Harvey Schultz:: Billy Suggs steals the first win! Behind the referee's back, mind you! They need to get Donald Bonaducci out of here! Now Jerry's got a big hole that he must climb out of. J.J. Jackson:: The Don? I didn't see him do nothin'. Harvey Schultz:: Of course you didn't. What were you doing, eating chicken bones or something? One more win for Suggs, and he's the new Television Champion. [The thirty minute rest period begins as both men retreat to their respective corners and recooperate. Verboncour is obviously the worse for wear as he stumbles out of the corner at the end of the break. Suggs goes right to work on him with an inverted atomic drop, followed by a cover. 1...2...kickout! Suggs locks on a reverse chinlock to wear down his opponent as the crowd boos him.] Harvey Schultz:: Suggs is in firm control of this match. He has the comfort of knowing he can take a few risks out there. Verboncour can't do that, because if he messes up even once, this match could be all over for him. [Suggs elbows the Texan in the top of the head a few times, then throws him to the mat and stikes with a fistdrop, followed by a cover. 1...2...kickout! Suggs lifts Jerry up off the mat and hoists him up above his head. Suggs prepares to gorilla press slam him, but Verboncour has the presence of mind to score with a rake o' the eyes. Suggs loses his balance and Jerry falls directly on top of him in a pinning position. 1...2..kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: What a desparation move by Verb., and it almost got him the victory. [Suggs slowly gets up, but only to get tagged in the side of the head with a right hook from Jerry. The two begin going at it blow for blow. Suggs with a big right, followed by Jerry with a big right. After several punches, Jerry ducks a big right hand from Suggs and nails him with a devastating uppercut that almost lifts him off the ground. Suggs falls to his back as Jerry quickly hops up onto the turnbuckle, then leaps off with a legdrop across the Backwoods Barracuda's throat.] Harvey Schultz:: Bombs Over Bahgdad! In three seconds, this match is going to be one apiece! [The fans are going crazy as Jerry rolls over onto Suggs and hooks the leg. 1...2...the Don grabs Jerry's leg and pulls him off of Suggs. Jerry stands up and glares angrily at Donald, who simply stares back at him, a smirk on his face. Suggs slowly comes to as the fans boo the tactics of the Don.] Harvey Schultz:: The Don needs to be banned from ringside! He's literally costing Jerry Verboncour this match! [Jerry leans over the top rope and sticks his middle fingers right in the Don's face as Suggs runs up behind Verboncour and rolls him up for the pin. Jerry uses the momentum against Suggs and rolls through, ending up on top of Billy. Verboncour grabs a handful of Jerry's pants for leverage as the referee makes the count. 1...2...3!] Harvey Schultz:: Jerry evens the score! Finally! This match should be over by now. J.J. Jackson:: He should be disqualimified fo' cheatin', bro! That ain't right! [The referee goes to separate them for the rest period, but an infuriated Billy reaches over him and slaps Jerry across the face. The crowd begin to boo Billy's show of poor sportsmanship, but the boos quickly turn to cheers as Jerry lunges and tackles him to the mat where he begins pounding him with right hands to the forehead. The referee tries to separate them, but his attempts are futile and he finally gives up.] Harvey Schultz:: These two are still going strong. This is anybody's match now. J.J. Johnson:: Correckshun, foo! This is Suggs' match! [Jerry stands up, bounces off the ropes, and catches Suggs with a legrop. Jerry grabs Suggs legs as the Don hops up onto the ring apron. Perry Daton heads over to the corner to get him off the ring apron as Jerry goes for a slingshot into the turnbuckle. Unfortunately, the referee gets sandwiched between the two and collapses to the mat.] J.J. Jackson:: There go da ref! Harvey Schultz:: The referee has been inadvertantly knocked to the mat! Now anything goes! [Verboncour charges Suggs, but he moves out of the way and the Don blasts the Texan in the head with the metal canteen for the second time tonight! Jerry falls backwards to the mat and Suggs quickly covers him and hooks the leg. The referee, a bit weary, crawls towards them and slowly makes the count. 1.....2.....kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: Jerry gets the shoulder up! [The crowd goes nuts as Suggs hits the mat in frustration, then motions for the Don to bring him something. The Don searches under the ring for a moment, then finds what he's looking for...the sledgehammer! The crowd begins booing at the sight of it as the Don slides it into the ring for Suggs. Suggs grabs his weapon of choice and waits for Jerry to stand as the referee crawls over to the corner and tries to recover. Jerry slowly stands, and Suggs levels him with the sledgehammer to the forehead, knocking him to the mat. Suggs quickly discards the weapon and covers his opponent.] Harvey Schultz:: That's not right! That's the third time tonight that Jerry's been struck with a foreign object! [Suggs yells for the referee to make the count, and he crawls over to do so, still not quite fully recovered. 1....2....kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: Jerry...just...won't...stay...down!!! [Billy is beside himself and takes the referee out with an elbowdrop to the back of the head. Daton rolls to the edge of the ring in pain as Suggs tells the Don to get a chair. The Don grabs the chair used by Verboncour previously, then climbs up onto the ring apron. Suggs grabs a now bleeding Jerry and lifts him to his feet as a man hops over the guardrail dressed in blue and green flower print board shorts, a backwards Notre Dame hat, and a white Hurley T-shirt that reads "Sweet Sugar Shestack" across the back. Suggs throws Jerry towards the Don, and the Don rears back to lay him out, but the man grabs Donald and pulls him off the ring apron!] Harvey Schultz:: Sweet Sugar Shestack?! [Shestack nails the Don with three left jabs to the face, staggering the fat man. Shestack then spins around in a circle and lays Donald out with a superkick to the face! Inside the ring, Jerry bounces off the ropes and charges back towards Suggs. Suggs, not expecting Jerry to bounce off the ropes, goes for a big right hand. The Texan slides between Billy's legs and ends up behind him. Billy turns around, but only to be kicked in the gut by Jerry. Jerry then hits a stunner, sending Billy staight up in the air and onto his back in the center of the ring!] Harvey Schultz:: The Westpoint Stunner! That's the move Jerry told me about! It's all over! [Shestack attempts to revive the ref as the badly bleeding Jerry Verboncour collapses on top of Suggs. The ref slowly comes to and makes the count. 1.....2.....3!] Harvey Schultz:: Jerry Verboncour wins! Jerry is the new Television Champion! ["Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns n' Roses hits as Shestack grabs the shiny new belt and slides into the ring. Jerry pulls himself up with help from the ring ropes as Shestack drapes the belt over his shoulder. The bleeding Verboncour climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and raises his fists in the air as the crowd cheers in celebration.] |
| Tag Team Match: The New Breed vs. The Folk |
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["Take It" by Insane Clown Posse starts up, and out walk the New Breed, Prince of Death and Pyro-Maniac. The crowd begins to boo as the two demonic brothers walk abreast down the ramp. They climb into the ring and go over their strategy as their theme music cuts out.] Harvey Schultz:: Pyro-Maniac had a few unkind words to say about the rest of his stablemates concerning his stay in the hospital. Apparantly, none of his so-called friends even so much as came to visit him while he was suffering from severe burns as a result of a match from last month's SuperCard in which he and his brother, Pince of Death, were badly burned. J.J. Jackson:: That was one crazy match, bro. I still don't like that Pyro sucka, though. ["Damage, Inc." by Metallica starts up as the Folk head down to the ring. Jingles jumps on Jigsaw's back as he walks down the ramp to the adoration of the crowd. Jingles slides into the ring and Jigsaw steps over the top rope as referee Mitch Horton calls for the bell, starting the match.] Harvey Schultz:: It looks like P.O.D. is gonna start things off with Jigsaw. You know, I'm surprised P.O.D. and Pyro-Maniac are even able to compete tonight after that beating they suffered at the hands of the Masters a few nights ago. [P.O.D. and Jigsaw lock up, but the circus strongman easily overpowers him and works him into the corner. Jigsaw hammers him a few times, then chokes him with his boot. Jigsaw bodyslams P.O.D., then tags in Jingles. Jingles hops up onto the top rope and comes off the top with a big splash, but the Prince rolls to safety and tags in his brother. Pyro hits the ring and boots Jingles in the stomach, then plants him in the center of the ring with a brainbuster. Pyro-Maniac covers him. 1...2...kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: Oh, a nearfall by the New Breed! [Pyro drags Jingles to his corner and tags P.O.D. back in, then the two take Jingles to the mat with a double-suplex. P.O.D. quickly attempts a pinfall. 1...2..kickout! P.O.D. plants Jingles with a piledriver, then tags Pyro-Maniac back in. Pyro-Maniac lifts Jingles off the mat and hoists him into the air for a powerbomb. On the way down, P.O.D. executes a neckbreaker!] Harvey Schultz:: Hell's Fury! That's it. [Pyro-Maniac covers Jingles. Jigsaw makes his move to enter the ring, but before he can, P.O.D. dropkicks him off the ring apron. Horton makes the count. 1...2...3!] Harvey Schultz:: The New Breed have no trouble picking up the win here. This should help move them up in the tag team ranks. |
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| [The New Breed begins to celebrate their win as the Folk regroup outside the ring. As Pyro-Maniac and P.O.D. are celebrating, Viktor Krauser, Machine, and HaZe walk out from the back. The three men enter the ring as the unaware New Breed continue to celebrate. HaZe, Machine, and Viktor wait patiently.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, here's the Brotherhood of the New Lights. What's their business out here? J.J. Jackson:: Hey, all I'm sayin' is that Machine is one big mo fo! [Pyro-Maniac is the first to turn around, right into the hand of Machine. Machine locks him in the Goozle and chokeslams him to the mat. The noise alerts P.O.D., and he quickly turns around. Seeing what's happened, he charges Machine, but is quicky mauled by the three men. Machine lifts P.O.D. over his head and hurls him over the top rope where he lands on the exposed concrete in the entranceway with a disgusting thud!] Harvey Schultz:: My God! That had to have broken some bones! P.O.D. isn't moving. [HaZe rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair, as well as a microphone. HaZe slides back into the ring and waits for Pyro-Maniac to stand. When he does, HaZe lays him out with a shot to the head with the steel chair. HaZe drops the chair on the mat as Machine lifts Pyro to his feet. Machine Jacknife powerbombs Pyro's motionless body onto the chair as HaZe raises the microphone up to his mouth.] HaZe:: Pyro-Maniac, when you bad mouth the family, you pay. So, consider yourself...out. [With that, HaZe drops the microphone onto Pyro's prone body, and the three men exit the ring. Machine, Krauser, and the Heavyweight Champion head to the back leaving the broken bodies of the New Breed in their wake.] |
| First Blood Match: William Ian Dillinger vs. Machine |
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["The Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson starts up, and the crowd begins to boo as Machine and Viktor Krauser head back out to the ring. One eager fans throws a full cup of Pepsi, drenching Krauser's pant leg as he swears uncontrollably at the young boy. Machine grabs the top rope and pulls himself up onto the ring apron, then steps over the top strand into the ring.] J.J. Jackson:: Them again? Harvey Schultz:: These two men were just out here and took part in a severe assault on the New Breed. Somehow, Pyro-Maniac was able to leave under his own power, but Prince of Death had to be carted off on a stretcher. ["Closer" by Nine Inch Nails begins to play, and the fans begin to boo again. William Ian Dillinger hobbles out from the back and stands at the top of the stage, outstretching his arm and lowering his head in a Jesus Christ-like pose. He stands there for several moments, his head bobbing back and forth to the beat of the music as the strobe lights shoot in all directions. Dillinger then stumbles down the ramp and rolls into the ring. Machine watches on as Dillinger stares at him with his head tilted to one side.] Harvey Schultz:: This'll certainly be interesting. A First Blood match, and both men are wearing masks. This'll be a long, fun match for the referee to call. J.J. Jackson:: Long an' fun, eh? Well when the bitchez think 'bout me, they think looooooong an' haaaaard, yo! Y'know what I'm sayin', G? Harvey Schultz:: I sure do...G. J.J. Jackson:: Yeah, thass what I'm talkin' 'bout! Harvey Schultz:: Anyways, Horton has called for the bell, and that means that these two are free to just tear into one another. [The two men come to the center of the ring and stare each other down. Machine stands well over a foot taller than Dillinger as the German giant looks down at him. Machine makes the first move and goes for a big right hand, but Dillinger easily ducks the slow swing and kicks the big man in the groin!] Harvey Schultz:: Look at that! It had no effect on the big oaf! [Machine grabs Dillinger by the head and knocks him to the mat with a giagantic headbutt. Dillinger stands and delivers a thrust to the throat of Machine. Machine retaliates with a thrust of his own that sends Dillinger to the mat. William rolls out to the floor to rethink his gameplan.] Harvey Schultz:: William Ian Dillinger isn't quite sure what to do, it looks like! I mean, how would you deal with an opponent like Machine, J.J.? J.J. Jackson:: How would I deal wit' him? Damn, nigga, I just bust a few caps in that mutha f*cka! [Dillinger pulls a baseball bat out from under the ring, then slides back in, but is quickly met with a big boot, knocking the bat from his grasp. Machine bends down to pick up the bat, but Dillinger takes him to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Dillinger picks up the bat as Machine stands right back up. Dillinger nails Machine in the shoulder, then the ribs, and then the leg as Machine is knocked back a few steps. Dillinger winds up and attempts to knock Machine's head off, but Machine grabs the bat in mid-swing and rips it out of William's hands. William pokes Machine in the eye, finally dazing the big man.] Harvey Schultz:: Finally, William finds something that will work against the big German. [Dillinger fumbles around in his pocket for a second, then finds a black pocket knife. He extends the blade on it, then advance towards Machine. William slashes at the German, but Machine has enough presence of mind to grab his wrist with one hand and his neck with the other. Machine lifts Dillinger off the ground and chokeslams him to the mat, sending the knife flying across the ring.] Harvey Schultz:: Dillinger's out of it! He's gonna be free pickin's for Machine once he gets that knife! [Machine walks across the ring and grabs the knife, then returns to the fallen William Ian Dillinger. Kneeling down beside him, Machine grabs the knife with both hands and prepares to plunge it into Dillinger's head. Dillinger comes to in the nick of time and grabs Machine's wrists as the tip of the blade comes only a few inches from his forehead. Dillinger brings his leg up and kicks Machine in the face, knocking him to the mat and giving Dillinger a second to grab the knife.] J.J. Jackson:: Uh oh, Dillinga's gonna shank Machine... Harvey Schultz:: Mr. Dillinger's got the knife in his possession, and he looks intent on using it on Machine. [Dillinger advances towards Machine, but gets caught by the throat again. This doesn't stop William from plunging the knife deep into Machine's left shoulder, dangerously close to his neck. Machine seems unphased by the incident and lifts Dillinger in the air, giving him his second chokeslam of the night. Machine pulls the knife from his shoulder, and blood begins flowing from the open wound. The referee calls for the bell and awards the match to Dillinger.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, William Ian Dillinger has won the AWA's first ever First Blood match, but I don't think Machine's finished with him yet... |
| The Brotherhood of the Dark Lights? |
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[Machine approaches Dillinger's prone body with the knife in his hand as Krauser enters the ring and encourages his giant to slice him up. Suddenly, James Nightbane runs out from the back, his black trenchcoat trailing behind him like a cape. Nightbane crawls into the ring with microphone in hand and holds his hand out to stop Machine. Machine pauses and stares at Nightbane.] Harvey Schultz:: What is Nightbane's business out here? James Nightbane:: Hold it Machine. Now, I know you and I have been friends and enemies. We've kicked ass together, and kicked each other's asses. Hell, we were the Tag Team Champions, man! Viktor Krauser:: Machine, chokeslam him! Chokeslam him now! [Machine stands still and listens to Nightbane talk as Dillinger retreats to the corner and watches on, trying to shake the cobwebs from his head.] James Nightbane:: Don't listen to him, Machine. He just uses you. The Brotherhood of the New Lights just uses you. Hell, they even used me. They use whoever they need to in order to stay on top, and you and Viktor are no exceptions. Viktor Krauser:: Look at me, Machine. You WILL chokeslam him! [Machine looks down at his manager, then back at Nightbane, but still does nothing. Infuriated, Krauser backhands him across the face. Machine's head snaps back from the blow, but he does nothing to retaliate and lowers his head in shame.] James Nightbane:: And you, William Ian Dillinger, you are one sick f*ck! But that's why I like you. You like to hurt people, hell, you wanna kill people! I don't know if I'd go that far, I mean, I'm content with just inflicting excruciating pain on people, but hey, whatever floats your boat. You see what we've got right here? We've got ourselves a new brotherhood. A family. A group of guys that'll watch each other's back and look out for one another. Look at Cormier's band of stooges, they didn't even visit their fallen comrad in the hospital...and you think they care about you Machine? Viktor Krauser:: Machine, I will not tell you again. Chokeslam him NOW! [Again, Viktor swings at Machine, but this time the big man grabs his hand! The fans go nuts as Machine stares down at Krauser, who is now trying to back away in fear. Machine grabs the microphone from James Nightbane and raises it to his own mouth with his free hand just long enough to utter one word in a deep, deranged voice.] Machine:: No... Harvey Schultz:: Machine spoke! That's the first time I've ever heard him say a single word! [Machine tosses the microphone back to Nightbane, then lifts Krauser's stalky body into the air and chokeslams him hard to the mat. The fans go nuts as Machine offers his hand to Nightbane. Nightbane accepts and the two shake hands in the middle of the ring to a thunderous applause from the fans. Then, the two look over at Dillinger, who's standing solemnly in the corner.] James Nightbane:: What about you, Dillinger, you in? [Dillinger approaches Nightbane, and the Dark One extends his hand. Dillinger looks at it for a second, but instead of shaking his hand, he simply hands him a sharpened chisel. A smile spreads across Nightbane's face as the three men look down at Krauser.] Harvey Schultz:: I guess that means Dillinger accepts, but why are they all looking at Krauser? [Dillinger's retrieves the knife used in the previous match as Machine rips Krauser's shirt open, exposing a large, white, hairy belly. Seeing what's about to happen, security food the ring and disarm the men, but Machine starts taking them out one by one. Somehow, Krauser makes it out of the ring safely and bails through the crowd as Machine, Nightbane, and Dillinger escort themselves to the backstage area.] Harvey Schultz:: I can't believe what I'm seeing! This is an unholy alliance, and the Brotherhood of the New Lights has just lost ANOTHER member. It's just HaZe and Richard Cormier now! |
| Interview: Regina Cormier |
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[The shot cuts to the backstage area, where Douglas Baggins has the pleasure of interviewing Regina Cormier, AWA owner Richard Cormier's daughter. She dressed in a pair of tight black pants and a low cut V-neck dark red shirt. Her naturally brown hair has blond highlights in it, and her chest seems to have gotten larger since the last time she was seen on televison.] Douglas Baggins:: Hello, Regina, how are you today? Regina Cormier:: I'm fine, sweetie, how 'bout yourself? Douglas Baggins:: Oh, I'm good. So what brings you to Norfolk tonight? Are you here to settle a grudge with your father? Regina Cormier:: No, no, no. I'm not a vengeful person. My daddy and I have kissed and made up, so to speak. Even though he struck me in front of a crowd of people, I found it in my heart to forgive him, and I think we're even closer now than we were before! Douglas Baggins:: That's great! So is there any particular reason you're here tonight, or are you just her to spectate? Regina Cormier:: Well, yes and no. I'm here to watch my favorite wrestler perform, and in case you don't know, that's Mandrake. In fact, he's one of the main reasons I'm hear tonight. I came to ask him on a date, but being the gentleman that he is, he politely declined because he's got a lot on his mind right now. Douglas Baggins:: Any hard feelings towards him for declining your offer? Regina Cormier:: Oh heavens no! I completely understand. Plus, I'm sure I'll get him sooner or later, hopefully sooner than later. Don't worry, Douglas, I always get what I want. [Regina smiles and winks at the camera.] Douglas Baggins:: Well, any last words before we start the next matchup? Regina Cormier:: I'd just like to wish my favorite daredevil luck tonight, not that he'll need it. He's gonna tear HaZe apart to become the new AWA Heavyweight Champion, and I wouldn't miss it for the world! [With those closing words, the scene cuts out to the ring.] |
| Standard Match: James Nightbane vs. A Damn Fine Man |
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[A few electronic noises shoot throughout the arena before the lights shut off.] o/` What have I done? o/` o/` I feel so bad, I feel so numb, yeah!o/` Harvey Schultz:: Here comes the Dark One, James Nightbane. ["Feel so Numb" by Rob Zombie blasts over the PA system and out trots James Nightbane, his black trenchcoat trailing behind him and his jet black hair dancing in his face. Nightbane pulls himself up onto the ring apron, then enters the ring through the ropes as the lights fully resume.] J.J. Jackson:: That man needs a suntan, yo! Harvey Schultz:: That may be true, but that man just may be the smartest, most technically gifted man in the AWA. In fact, I think the only man that rivals him in those two categories is the man he's gonna be facing tonight...Josh McCool. ["Hair of the Dog" by Nazareth plays and out walks the Son of a Bitch, accompanied by Alice Loysell. McCool is wearing his trunks and an unbutton, dark blue dress shirt while Loysell is wearing a tight black skirt and a white sleeveless shirt. McCool stands at the top of the ramp and hops around for a second as water drips from his soaked head of hair. He then pops his neck in both directions, and as he does so, a large display of white hot pyro shoots off only a few yards behind them, scaring the living daylights out of Alice. The fans cheer for ADFM as he jogs down the ramp and rolls into the ring, looking ready to tear Nightbane limb from limb.] Harvey Schultz:: Look at McCool, he looks intimidating. And Nightbane's a scary guy! J.J. Jackson:: Y'know, Harvery, Nightboner's so scary that sumtimes he even scares his dog, yo! Harvey Schultz:: No, you got it all wrong you braindead retard. Sometimes he even scares himself! I don't even think he owns a dog, because if he did, he probably would have eaten it by now. [Mitch Horton calls for the bell, and the two big men lock up in the center of the ring. The two grapple for position, but McCool simply shoves Nightbane into the corner. Angered, Nightbane locks up with ADFM again, and this time, Nightbane shoves McCool into the corner. McCool comes out of the corner with a running shoulder tackle, but Nightbane takes him down with a drop toe hold.] Harvey Schultz:: A Damn Fine Man is the bigger of the two, and appears to have the strength advantage, but I'm not so sure about that. Nightbane's a tough guy in his own right. [Nightbane locks on a headlock, but McCool works his way up to his feet and shoves Nightbane off into the ropes. Upon bouncing off the ropes, Nightbane gets punished with a running body splash which knocks him through the ropes to the outside of the ring as the fans erupt into cheers.] Harvey Schultz:: What an intimidating move by McCool, and Nightbane is gonna use this time to stop and regroup. [Nightbane takes a moment to catch his breath and notices Alice about fifteen feet away. Nightbane flicks his tongue at her, causing her to back away farther than she already is. Seeing this, McCool approaches the ring apron, but Nightbane is ready and leaps up grabbing McCool's head. Nightbane pulls McCool's head down, clotheslining his throat over the top rope and sending him flying back into the center of the ring. Nightbane quickly slides into the ring and catches McCool with a running cross body block. 1..kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: Brilliant wrestling by Nightbane, but it wasn't even enough to get a two-count on the Son of a Bitch. [Nightbane waits for McCool to get to his knees, then boots him in the side of the head. Nightbane lifts ADFM up onto his shoulder, then nails a textbook shoulderbreaker. Heading to the second turnbuckle, Nightbane comes out of the corner and soars through the air towards his opponent, but McCool gets his boot up and catches Nightbane directly under the chin, staggering him. McCool stands, grabs James, and Irish whips him, but Nightbane manages to reverse it. McCool ducks a back elbow attempt by Nightbane, bounces off the opposite side of the ring, and massacres the Dark One with the Clothesline from Hell!] Harvey Schultz:: My word, what a Facelift! I think Nightbane needs to check and make sure his head is still attached! [McCool stands crouched in the corner, waiting for the dazed Nightbane to get to his feet. Nightbane slowly stands, a glazed over look in his eyes as he has to put his hand down on the mat simply to keep his balance. McCool sprints out of the corner and plants him with a Damn Fine Move!] Harvey Schultz:: A Damn Fine Move! A Damn Fine Move! J.J. Jackson:: It's ova, it's ova! Sticka fork in 'im! [As McCool kneels down to pin Nightbane, the Atlantic-Tron flickers to life. It's a shot of Nightbane during one of his previous interviews.] James Nightbane:: McCool, have you ever been stung by a hornet? [That portion of the video loops over and plays again and again, becoming shorter each time it plays.] James Nightbane:: Have you ever been stung by a hornet? Ever been stung by a hornet? Stung by a hornet? A hornet? A hornet? Hornet? Hornet? Hornet? [Two columns of pyrotechnics shoot off at the top of the ramp as "Back in Black" by AC/DC starts up. The crowd turns their attention towards the entryway and watch as a very well-defined African-American struts out from the back and heads down the ramp, his eyes locked on ADFM. McCool stares back at the man with a confused look on his face as the dark-skinned man climbs the ringsteps and enters the ring.] J.J. Jackson:: Who dat? Harvey Schultz:: Not a clue, my man, but whoever he is, he's really put together. Look at the muscle definition of that man. [The black man stares at McCool, then punches him in the side of the head. The two men begin trading blows as the referee calls for the bell, disqualifying Nightbane. The black man seems to be getting the better of McCool and has him stunned with a flurry of rights and lefts. The man takes a step back and connects with a deadly superkick to the throat of ADFM!] Harvey Schultz:: Right to the throat! That could kill a man! |
| The Brotherhood of the Dark Lights! |
| [Nightbane lifts McCool off the mat and drills him with his patented Implant DDT, then rolls out of the ring to retrieve a microphone. Alice climbs into the ring and checks on her man as Nightbane and his accomplice look on laughing. Nightbane kneels down next to the two and begins speaking.] James Nightbane:: McCool, you piece of trash, I want you to meet the newest disciple of the Brotherhood. Say hello to Tyrone "The Hornet" Brown, and Damn Fine Man, you have already been introduced to the Stinger superkick. J.J. Jackson:: Uh oh, here come Machine an' Dillinga... [Machine and Dillinger walk down the ramp and climb into the ring as the four men look down at ADFM. Alice is sobbing as she tries to revive her fallen ring warrior. Nightbane winks and points down to Alice, then hands Tyrone the mic. Nightbane reaches down and grabs Alice by the hair, then lifts her to her feet as she screams frantically. The crowd's boos become deafening as Nightbane locks her in the headlock, lifts her into the air, and plants her with the Implant DDT!] Harvey Schultz:: My God! My God! Darkness Falls on that poor woman! Can we get some damn help out here?! [Nightbane grabs the microphone and kneels down beside ADFM again.] James Nightbane:: McCool, you mess with the Darkness again, and I might just let William Ian mess up your broad's pretty face... [Machine, Brown, and Nightbane all begin to leave as Dillinger looks down at the two fallen bodies and reaches into his pocket for his cutting tool. Nightbane calmly puts his hand on his shoulder and motions for him to follow, and amazingly, Dillinger does so.] Harvey Schultz:: I can't believe what I've just seen... J.J. Jackson:: Would it be wrong to take a'vannage of an unconchuss bitz? [Harvey simply slaps J.J. in the back of the head.] |
| New Jersey Street Fight: Super Bastardo Bros. vs. The Masters | Tag Team Championships |
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Harvey Schultz:: Well, folks, now it's time for the New Jersey Street Fight. Will the Bastardos survive? Let's find out... [The shot cuts to an alley about a block away from the Atlantic Arena. There are dumpsters, crates, and even a burning barrel littering the alley as the Masters are seen awaiting their opponents along with AWA official Perry Daton.] J.J. Jackson:: Hey, that ain't Jersey... Harvey Schultz:: I thought I already explained this to you. For obvious reasons, the match can't be held in New Jersey. J.J. Jackson:: What reasons? Harvey Schultz:: Just out of curiousity, were either of your parents retarded? [Suddenly, Plaz walks into view at the open end of the deadend alley. Zapf and LaBracio begin walking towards the lone Bastardo, but stop dead in their tracks when they hear "Name of the Game" by Crystal Method getting closer and closer. Plaz slowly walks to the side of the alley as Loki power slides around the corner in the black Lincoln Navigator with window rolled down and music blaring. He revs the engine a few times, then floors it and heads straight for the Masters. LaBracio is able to jump out of the way, but Zapf isn't so lucky and hits the windshield, cracking it badly, and flying up over the vehicle where he lands hard on the concrete. Loki, forgetting to stop, slams into the concrete wall at the end of the alley, crushing the front of the vehicle and activating the airbag!] Harvey Schultz:: What in the living hell?! Loki just hit Steve Zapf with a moving vehicle, and he's not moving! [The fans in the arena are cheering as the watch on the Atlantic-Tron. A small group of people unable to get into the soldout show have gathered outside of the alley, but are quickly blocked off buy a slew of security personnel. Plaz and LaBracio begin to go at it as Zapf lays on the ground writhing in pain. Loki can be seen still in the car flailing his arms wildly and screaming in an attempt to free himself of the dreaded airbag.] Harvey Schultz:: Hey, Loki's pinned by the airbag! Ha ha ha! [Loki finally frees himself and falls out of the car, already exhausted as LaBracio throws Plaz into the hard brick wall of a building! Loki grabs a trashcan full of garbage and hurls it at Joe, nailing him in the small of the back. Plaz, sits against the brick wall, dazed, as Loki picks up a dirty diaper and approaches LaBracio. LaBracio swings at Loki with a 2x4, but the Bastardo ducks it and strikes LaBracio in the face with the heavy, dirty diaper. Upon contact, the diaper explodes, sending runny poop in all directions, mainly in LaBracio's face! The fans inside the arena bust up into hysterical laughter as LaBracio falls to his hands and knees and vomits all over the ground!] Harvey Schultz:: That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen in my life! J.J. Jackson:: Welcome to the ghetto, bro. I had to live off of baby sh*t for a week back when I was hangin' tough. Harvey Schultz:: What? [LaBracio continues puking up portions of his last several meals as Loki delivers a legdrop to the back of LaBracio's head, sending his face right into the puddle of his own puke! Loki quickly rolls LaBracio over and covers him. 1...2...kickout! Zapf makes it back up to his feet, picks up a trashcan lid, and walks over to Loki, limping severely on his right leg.] Harvey Schultz:: Man, Zapf looks to be hurt very bad. I wouldn't be surprised if he's broken a bone in his leg. [Steve sneaks up behind Loki and plasters him across the back of the head with the lid, folding it around his head! Loki falls to the pavement as Zapf makes the cover. 1...2...Plaz makes the save by throwing an old boot and hitting Zapf in the side of the face with it. Plaz sets up a pyramid of wooden crates, then drags Zapf over to them. Plaz lifts Zapf into the air for a vertical suplex, but Zapf slides down his back, hooks Plaz, and release German suplexes him through the crates, sending splinters of wood everywhere! The fans in the arena gasp as Zapf covers Plaz. 1...2..Loki makes the save with a kick to the back of Zapf's head. Loki picks up the 2x4 LaBracio was using and drills Zapf in the mid-section with it. LaBracio slowly stands, his face covered with a mixture of small pebbles from the ground, his own vomit, and some random tykes manure. Loki winds up and busts the 2x4 across the side of LaBracio's thick head and neck, sending him to the ground. Loki jumps up and grabs the ladder leading to the fire escape and pulls it down.] Harvey Schultz:: This has got to be the most crazy, insane thing I've witnessed. [Loki pulls Plaz to his feet and drags him over to the ladder, then begins working on Zapf. Plaz slowly begins to ascend the ladder leading up the fire escape balcony as Loki grabs an old broom and begins wearing out Zapf. Loki lifts Zapf to his feet, but the martial artist strikes with a low blow, then DDTs the younger Bastardo on the pavement. Steve Zapf goes for the cover. 1...2...kickout! The fans in the arena cheer!] Harvey Schultz:: Man, that'll give you a migraine! J.J. Jackson:: Yeah, an' maybe even a headache! [Zapf limps over to check on LaBracio, who is slowly starting to move. Seeing that he's okay, Zapf picks up a bent up snow shovel and heads for Loki. Loki grabs a used can of spray paint, shakes it up, and sprays the remnants in Zapf's face before he can attack with the shovel. Zapf screams and covers his eyes, letting the snow shovel drop to the ground. Loki opens both lids to one of the dumpsters and hurls Zapf in, then heads over to LaBracio. Finally, Plaz reaches the balcony some twenty feet in the air and peers down.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, Loki seems to have things well in hand by himself. Maybe he was sending Plaz to safety because he didn't want him to get hurt. [Plaz takes a deep breath, then climbs up onto the balcony railing. The fans hold their breath as Plaz leaps off the balcony from twenty-three feet in the air and connects with the Con Air on Zapf inside the dumpster! LaBracio grabs a stone and hurls it at Loki, catching him in the groin. Loki screams and falls to the ground in the fetal position as Daton runs over to the dumpster and peers in. Seeing that Plaz has Zapf covered, he makes the count on the side of the dumpster. 1...2...3! LaBracio lunges into the dumpster, but it's too little, too late!] Harvey Schultz:: That was crazy! That was a death-defying leap from the top of that fire escape! Somehow, the Bastardos manage to hang on to their titles, but I have a feeling all four of these men are pretty banged up. That was simply an incredible match. |
| Getting back a job. |
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[Griffin Youngblood, suspended AWA Superstar, can be seen walking through the back door of the Atlantic Arena. Youngblood takes a left and heads up a flight of stairs, then turns right and heads down a long corridor. Just before entering the backstage portion of the arena, he's stopped by a security guard.] Security Guard:: Sir, I can't let you pass. This is restricted area and I'll need to see some authorization. Griffin Youngblood:: You're kidding, right? [The guard looks at him with a serious expression on his face.] Security Guard:: I'm afraid not. Griffin Youngblood:: Oh, give me a break. I'm here to see Richard Cormier. Security Guard:: Sir, I'm going to have you removed unless you can show me proper authorization. [Youngblood looks at the young man as he stares at Griffin with a cocky smirk on his face. Youngblood gets a crazed look in his eyes.] Griffin Youngblood:: Is that so? Well you can authorize this! [Youngblood grabs the young man by the head, slams him into the concrete wall a few times, then throws him to the ground and walks past him. The incident seems to have gone unnoticed.] Harvey Schultz:: Youngblood isn't right in the head. He'll snap on a moment's notice. [Youngblood walks through the backstage area as wrestlers such as Jingles and Jigsaw make sure to stay out of his way. As he's walking, Richard emerges from his dressing room garbed in a pair of blue jeans and a black T-shirt. Griffin approaches him and stops right in front of him.] Griffin Youngblood:: I'm here to get my job back. Richard Cormier:: Is that so? Griffin Youngblood:: Yeah, I'm ready to start as soon as possible. Richard Cormier:: And who says I WANT you back? [Getting angered by Cormier's statements, Griffin clenches his fists and grinds his teeth.] Richard Cormier:: Look, you think you can handle the heat this time, you show up at Riptide, and we'll see how bad you want your position back. [With that, Cormier heads to the entrance area as Griffin is left wondering.] Harvey Schultz:: What exactly does that mean? |
| Cage Match: Nyghtmare vs. Richard Cormier |
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["Painkiller Introduction" by Professional Murder Music starts up, and out walks the owner of the AWA, Richard Cormier. The boos come from the rafters as the aging man struts down to the ring. The cage is in the process of being lowered as Cormier rolls into the ring. The cage lowers all the way as Cormier's music cuts out.] Harvey Schultz:: Man, many people, including myself, have been waiting to see this confrontation. Finally, that self-righteous son of a bitch Richard Cormier will get what's coming to him. J.J. Jackson:: I'ma tell 'im you said that. ["Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed starts up, and the crowd erupts. Kris Kartier, the man known as Nyghtmare, walks out from the back with barbed wire Singapore cane in hand. He stands at the top of the ramp and thrusts the weapon into the air as pyro sprays behind him. Kartier then jogs down the ramp, climbs the ringsteps, and enters the ring through the cage door. As soon as he enters, Cormier attacks.] Harvey Schultz:: Referee Mitch Horton has shut the cage door, and this match is underway. Look at this, Cormier is going right after Nyghtmare. That's surprising. [Nyghtmare drops the kendo stick and covers up as Cormier swings wildly. After about thirty seconds, Cormier slowly becomes tired, allowing Nyghtmare to let down his guard and smile.] Harvey Schultz:: Ha ha ha! Cormier has already punched himself out! Now Kartier is gonna have some fun! [Nyghtmare kicks Richard in the gut, then grabs him by the back of the head and throws him into the steel mesh wall. Cormier bounces off the cage and wobbles back out towards the center of the ring where Nyghtmare drops him with a massive right hand! The crowd erupts as Kartier grabs Cormier by the hair and pulls him up to his knees. Cormier catches Nyghtmare with a low blow and drops him to the mat, causing the crowd to boo.] Harvey Schultz:: A desperation move by Richard Cormier... [Cormier grabs the barbed wire stick and lays into Kartier's back with it. Nyghtmare drops to the mat as Cormier begins lacing into him with the Singapore cane. Cormier goes to the corner and raises the stick in the air as the crowd showers him with boos. Nyghtmare slowly stands as Cormier comes at him again. Nyghtmare is ready and halts him with a boot to the abdomen. Cormier doubles over, holding his mid-section as Kartier DDTs him.] Harvey Schultz:: Kartier plants Cormier in the center of the ring. [Kartier pulls Cormier to his feet and begins toying with him, catching him in the face with repeated jabs. Cormier digs down deep and goes for a wild right hook, but Nyghtmare ducks around behind Richard and locks in the Karta-Hajime!] J.J. Jackson:: Choky, choky! Harvey Schultz:: He's got that Karta-Hajime locked in tight! It's only a matter of time before Cormier's lights go out. [Kartier jerks Cormier around violently by the neck until finally, his body goes limp. Kartier drops him in the center of the ring, then heads for the door in the side of the cage. Suddenly, he stops and stares at the barbed wire Singapore cane. The fans begin to buzz.] Harvey Schultz:: Kartier could easily win this match, but he looks to have other things on his mind. He's looking at that kendo stick of his. Maybe he's thinking about the one thing that's eluded him during his career in the AWA...that one clean shot on Cormier. [Instead of exiting the cage, Kartier grabs Cormier and props him up on the ropes. Then, Nyghtmare grabs the Singapore cane and waits patiently, admiring the craftsmanship of the wooden weapon. The crowd comes to their feet in anticipation as Nyghtmare swings the stick around a few times. Cormier slowly stumbles away from the ropes and turns towards Kartier, giving him the perfect target. Nyghtmare takes a two step approach and swings with all his might, drilling Cormier in the top of the forehead with it! Cormier drops like a sack of wheat as the fans erupt into thunderous cheering!] Harvey Schultz:: Kartier got it! He got all of it! Cormier is busted wide open! [Instead of exiting through the door, Kartier scales the cage wall, throws himself over the top, and begins climbing down the other side. While he's doing so, HaZe runs out from the back. As Nyghtmare reaches the arena floor, officially winning the match, HaZe is there to bounce his skull off the steel mesh!] Harvey Schultz:: Nyghtmare wins in grand fashion, but now he's getting the hell beat out of him by HaZe! |
| A friendly beating. |
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[HaZe piledrives Kartier on the arena floor, then drags him up the steps and throws him back into the cage. HaZe enters the cage, shutting and bolting the door shut behind him, then he pulls to pairs of handcuffs from his pants pockets. He latches one pair onto Nyghtmare's right wrist, then cuffs him to the cage. Nyghtmare tries to fight back with one arm, but HaZe beats him down with a series of rights and lefts. HaZe then cuffs his left hand to the cage, leaving him helpless. HaZe slaps him around to get his attention, then pulls his bleeding boss up to his feet.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, Nyghtmare's won the match, but he doesn't look like a winner right now. He's at the mercy of HaZe and Richard Cormier. [Cormier slowly comes to as blood continues to stream down his face. HaZe presents him with the kendo stick, and Cormier's eyes light up when he sees Nyghtmare helpless, unable to defend himself. Nyghtmare struggles to break free, but it's no use. Cormier drills Nyghtmare in the head with the Singapore cane, causing a sick laceration on his forehead. Cormier winds up and hits him over and over and over again in his unprotected head until finally, he's body hangs limp from the cage. Blood pours from Nyghtmare's head as a satisfied HaZe and Cormier exit the cage.] Harvey Schultz:: Nyghtmare is hurt in a bad, bad way. Here come the EMTs. [EMTs enter the ring and cut Nyghtmare loose with hacksaws as HaZe and Cormier walk up the ramp to a chorus of unforgiving boos.] Harvey Schultz:: Damn, his head looks bad... |
Heavyweight Championship | Ladder Match: HaZe vs. Mandrake | Atlantic Championship |
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Harvey Schultz:: Well, fans, here we are. This is what we've all been waiting for. This is what it's all about. The Heavyweight and Atlantic Championships are dangling above the ring, and there is a ladder at the bottom of the ramp. We've got four standby ladders lining the walkway in case some get damaged. ["Dream Song" by Ministry kicks in, and the fans come to their feet. Fog spews forth onto the stage as the Atlantic Champion, Mandrake, limps out onto the stage. He stands amidst the dense fog with his head lowered as his fans cheer him on. The upper portion of his tight, blue shirt is soaked from either sweat, water, or probably a combination of both. Mandrake limps down the ramp, walks around the ladder, and rolls into the ring. Hopping up onto the second turnbuckle, Mandrake gazes out into the sea of raving fans.] Harvey Schultz:: I'm getting all tingly just sitting here. This is probably one of, if not THE biggest match in these two young men's careers. The stakes for high, and so is the risk of injury. ["Painkiller Introduction" by Professional Murder Music begins, and out walks the Heavyweight Champion, HaZe. He actually receives a respectable applause from the crowd as they know they're in for something special tonight. The Enlightened One stops at the ladder, looks it up and down, then walks around it and climbs into the ring. HaZe walks to the center of the ring, turns his head and stares at Mandrake for a moment, then continues of towards the corner and tightens his bootlaces.] Harvey Schultz:: Man, I hope they have the EMTs ready, because it'll be a miracle if these men come out of this thing unscathed. [Both men stare up at the sparkling golden belts hanging above them, then the ladder positioned in the aisle. Perry Daton has Timothy Cormier ring the bell to start then match, then he exits the ring. HaZe and Mandrake meet in the center of the ring and stare into each other's eyes as the volume in the Atlantic Arena rises.] Harvey Schultz:: A good old fashioned staredown. These 20,000-plus fans in attendance know that they're witnessing history in the making. You can feel the electricity in the air. [After a staring for a few moments, HaZe shoves Mandrake. The crowd begins to boo as Mandrake steps towards HaZe, and again they're nose to nose. This time, it's Mandrake with the shove, and the crowd cheers. Getting frustrated, HaZe throws a punch at Mandrake, but the daredevil blocks it and nails HaZe with a headbutt. HaZe staggers back and Mandrake floors him with a running clothesline.] Harvey Schultz:: Mandrake takes HaZe off his feet, and this match is starting to pick up now. [HaZe quickly rolls back over onto his feet, but Mandrake is there with several right hands knocking him back into the corner. Mandrake kicks HaZe in the mid-section a few times before climbing up onto the second turnbuckle and punching HaZe in the head. The crowd counts along with each blow Mandrake delivers.] Crowd:: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! [Mandrake grabs HaZe by the back of the head and throws him down to the canvas, then he heads up to the top rope. HaZe slowly stands, and when he does, Mandrake comes off the top rope with a double-axe handle to the top of HaZe's head, dropping him to one knee. Mandrake sets the Enlightened One up for a piledriver, but HaZe counters and backdrops Mandrake over the top rope to the arena floor where he lands hard!] Harvey Schultz:: Ow! Mandrake landed hard on his back! That'll knock the wind out of you for sure. J.J. Jackson:: HaZe is goin' fo' that ladda. [HaZe slides out of the opposite side of the ring and grabs the ladder. Folding it up, HaZe slides it into the ring, then slides in behind it. HaZe sets the ladder up in the center of the ring, then begins to climb it as Mandrake pulls himself up outside of the ring and rolls inside. Noticing that HaZe is back inside the ring, he repositions himself on the ladder, then jumps off, wraps his legs around Mandrake's neck, and flips him to the mat with a spinning hurricanrana!] Harvey Schultz:: A spectacular move by the Heavyweight Champion! [HaZe is back up, and he begins putting the boots to Mandrake. Mandrake slowly begins to get up and fires back at HaZe with a series of punches to the stomach, followed by an uppercut which knocks HaZe back into the ropes. Mandrake charges him and connects with a suicide clothesline that sends both men over the top rope and out of the ring!] J.J. Jackson:: Cripes! Harvey Schultz:: Mandrake is sacrificing his own body to inflict pain on HaZe. [Both men crawl around on the arena floor, trying to regain their senses. HaZe looks under the ring for a weapon and finds a steel chair. HaZe charges Mandrake with the steel chair, but Mandrake sidesteps and rams him into the steel ringpost which knocks the chair back into his face. HaZe drops the chair and falls to the ground. Mandrake heads around the ring and grabs one of the standby ladders, then shoves it into the ring and rolls in behind it. Mandrake sets the ladder up right beside the one already in the center of the ring as HaZe crawls back into the ring.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, now we've got two ladders in the ring, let's see how this turns out. [Mandrake climbs up his ladder while HaZe climbs up the opposite side of his ladder. Nearing the tops of the respective ladders, both men begin trading blows. HaZe hammers Mandrake with three big right hands, then climbs one step higher and reaches for the belts. Mandrake slugs him in the abdomen, then takes a step higher and reaches for the belts. Both men begin to struggle, and both ladders tip over in opposite directions. Mandrake crotches himself on the top rope, then falls to the ring apron as HaZe goes headfirst over the top rope and lands hard on his back on the unforgiving cold concrete!] Harvey Schultz:: My God! HaZe just landed on solid concrete from fifteen feet in the air! [The crowd goes ballistic as HaZe clutches his back in pain on the outside of the ring. Mandrake rolls back into the ring, but is still feeling the effects of his fall. Pulling himself back up, Mandrake climbs out of the ring and throws a pair of steel chairs into the ring. Mandrake dives back into the ring as HaZe makes it up to his hands and knees on the other side of the ring. Finding his old steel chair, HaZe grabs it, then slowly stands with his back to Mandrake. Mandrake folds the ladders up and moves them out of the way, then bounces off the ropes with a head of steam and flies through the ropes at HaZe with a suicide dive. HaZe turns and sees Mandrake coming, then winds up and blasts him in the face with the steel chair!] Harvey Schultz:: Jesus! HaZe just hit a homerun with Mandrake's head! Look at the indentation on that chair! [HaZe falls to the ground on the outside of the ring as fans continue to snap photographs. Mandrake rolls onto his back, revealing that blood is flowing from his nose. HaZe pulls himself back up and climbs into the ring as Mandrake crawls towards the ramp. HaZe sets up one of the ten-foot ladders inside the ring as Mandrake locates the twenty foot ladder outside the ring. As the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil picks up the ladder, then fans immediately begin cheering. The Heavyweight Champion climbs the ladder towards the belt as Mandrake pushes his enormous ladder into the ring, then climbs in. The belts are just out of HaZe's reach as Mandrake grabs the big twenty-footer and drives it deep into HaZe's rib, knocking him off the top of the ladder. The fans begin cheering.] Harvey Schultz:: That was quick thinking by the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil. HaZe almost had those belts. J.J. Jackson:: Yeah he did... [Mandrake walks across the ring and sets the twenty-foot ladder up in the corner, then grabs HaZe and throws him out of the ring. Mandrake follows him out and pulls a ten-foot ladder out from under the ring. Mandrake props it up so that it's laying across the ring apron and the steel guardrail, but is quickly attacked from behind by HaZe. HaZe hooks him from behind and lifts him into the air, then plants him with the Dark DaZe on the outside of the ring as the fans gasp in unison!] Harvey Schultz:: Oh man! Right on the top of his head! [HaZe lifts Mandrake up off the ground and spreads him out across the horizontally placed ladder, then climbs back inside the ring. HaZe hops up onto the top turnbuckle and looks down at the motionless HaZe as the fans stand to watch what's about to take place. HaZe leaps off the top rope, flips in mid-air, and nails Mandrake with such force that he drives him through the ladder, bending the metal in half!] Harvey Schultz:: Good God Almighty! HaZe just hit the Enlightenment off the top rope and drove Mandrake straight through that ladder! With God as my witness, Mandrake is DEAD! Crowd:: Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! [Mandrake lays motionless on the ground, his body twisted amongst the warped metal that once resembled a ladder. HaZe is curled up into the fetal position clutching his ribs and coughing violently at Perry Daton checks on their condition.] Harvey Schultz:: I'm guessing that they're okay, because Daton's letting this match continue. [The roaring crowd continues to cheer minutes after the move took place as HaZe very slowly pulls himself up and back into the ring. Somehow, Mandrake begins to move, and rolls his battered body off of the mangled ladder. HaZe crawls over to the ten-foot ladder in the center of the ring and begins to climb while Mandrake pulls himself up onto the ring apron, then climbs up onto the turnbuckle behind the twenty-foot ladder.] Harvey Schultz:: Folks, this is just amazing that both of these men are still able to continue. What heart! What fortitude! [Halfway up the ladder, HaZe has to stop and begins coughing. Bright red blood pours from his mouth as he slowly continues of the ladder. Mandrake is ascending his ladder at a quicker pace, and is already some fifteen feet up the ladder already. HaZe finally reaches the top of his ladder and reaches up for the belts. The strain on his abdomenal muscles is too much, and he's force to bend back over. Doing so causes the ladder he's standing on to wobble. Losing his balance, HaZe lunges for the belts as the ladder falls from under him. Hanging precariously from the loop that holds the belts, HaZe dangles hanging several feet above the win. Mandrake finally reaches the peak of the twenty foot ladder and looks down at HaZe who's hanging from the belts.] Harvey Schultz:: Don't do it, 'Drake. For the love of God! [Mandrake catches his balance atop the ladder, then leaps off! The Kill Devil Hills Daredevil soars through the air, connecting with a mid-air missile drop kick that knocks his grip loose! Both men plummet toward the canvas, Mandrake landing hard on the mat, and HaZe landly awkwardly on the ladder that he'd climbed to reach the belts!] J.J. Jackson:: Holy sh*t!!! Harvey Schultz:: Sweet sick son of a...! Perry Daton needs to stop this match or we're going to be reading these two kids' obituaries in the newspaper! Crowd:: Man-Drake! Man-Drake! Man-Drake! [While the fans are shouting their hero's name, Richard Cormier walks out from the back with a travel bag in hand, his face cleaned up and his forehead neatly patched up. Even his appearance doesn't deter the crowd's crazed chanting.] Harvey Schultz:: What's he doing out here? Hasn't he done enough for one night? [Cormier stops at the bottom of the ramp and simply watches what's going on. He unzips the bag and takes a peek inside, then zips it back up. Both competitors finally begin to stir inside the ring as their bodies recover from the horrendous punishment they've taken thus far tonight.] Harvey Schultz:: I can only imagine what's in that bag. Probably some money for his boy, Mandrake. [Mandrake is the first one up, and he sets up the smaller ladder in the center of the ring as Cormier climbs up onto the ring apron. Mandrake moves around to climb the ladder as Cormier enters the ring and unzips the bag. Mandrake sees Cormier and approaches him as the owner of the AWA pulls out a bundle of dollar bills and offers it to the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil. Mandrake slowly shakes his head no.] Harvey Schultz:: Wait a minute, he's not taking the money. What's going on here? [Mandrake slaps the wad of bills out of Cormier's fans, much to the fans' delight. Angered, Cormier nails Mandrake in the head with the bag, knocking him to the mat. Cormier rolls out of the ring, unzips the bag all the way and dumps out several bundles of money...along with a broken cinder block!] Harvey Schultz:: That son of a bitch! It was a setup all along! Mandrake was never involved with him! It was all a ploy, a plot! [HaZe works his way over to the ladder and begins climbing it, rung by rung. Mandrake appears to be out of it as HaZe climbs the slowly ascends the ladder. HaZe reaches up and grabs the belts, but as he's doing so, Mandrake rolls over and shoves the ladder with what remaining strength he still possesses. The ladder tips over, sending HaZe flying into the turnbuckle facefirst! The crowd goes ballistic while HaZe wanders around the ring aimlessly. Mandrake makes it back up to his feet, walks up behind HaZe, and drops him with the Omen!] Harvey Schultz:: What will from the Atlantic Champion, and HaZe is out cold! J.J. Jackson:: Damn, Harvery, these guys is amazin'! [With his newfound motivation, Mandrake rolls out of the ring and pulls four wooden tables out from under the ring. He slides each one of them in the ring individually, then rolls into the ring and begins setting them up. After a few minutes, Mandrake finally has two double-decker tables set up side by side near the middle of the ring. HaZe is beginning to move as Mandrake climbs out onto the ring apron, heads up to the top rope, then begins scaling the twenty-foot ladder again.] Harvey Schultz:: I don't believe this. They are going to suffer permanant injury here tonight, I can just feel it. Look at HaZe, he's heading up that twenty-foot ladder, too! [HaZe begins climbing up the opposite side while Mandrake continues to climb on the other side, up a few steps higher than HaZe. Both men reach the top of the ladder at nearly the same time and begin trading blows some twenty-five feet in the air as the crowd watches on in awe. HaZe hits a thrust to the throat, followed by a rake to the eyes. The Enlightened One throws Mandrake's arm over his neck, then grabs him by the pants as the fans look on in anticipation. HaZe lifts Mandrake into the air and hold him the for a few seconds before superplexing him from the top off the ladder through the four tables below them waiting in the ring!!!] Harvey Schultz:: ... J.J. Jackson:: Them boys is dead... [The crowd watches in silence as the two bodies lay motionless amongst the rubble. Cormier stares into the ring with his mouth wide open as a few chants start up in the far corners of the arena. Harvey Schultz throws off his headset and slides into the ring along side of Perry Daton to check on the two kids. Suddenly, HaZe rolls over and begins coughing violently before a huge glob of bright red blood flies out of his mouth. Mandrake rolls over next and crawls towards the ring ropes as a trail of blood flows from the right corner of his mouth, as well as the blood already coming from his nose.] J.J. Jackson:: It looks like they's gonna be okay, but I ain't no docta, Jack. [The entire stadium of fans begin clapping in apprectiation as both competitors struggle to make it back to their feet going on pure will alone. HaZe and Mandrake each grab the ladder and set it up in the middle of the ring amidst the table debris, then begin climbing each side. Both men slowly climb the ladder and reach the top, then begin trading blows. HaZe seems to be getting the better end of the deal and begins battering Mandrake with several unanswered blows. In a last ditch effort, Mandrake spews a combination of blue mist and blood into the face of HaZe, then nails him with a right hook, knocking him off the ladder. Mandrake then reaches up and unfastens both straps before falling to the mat as the crowd erupts in a raw show of emotion!] J.J. Jackson:: He did it! Yay-yeah! ManTrain win da belts! Ha ha hey! |
| A new Brotherhood of sorts. |
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[Mandrake grabs both championship belts, then goes to the nearest corner and stands on the second turnbuckle with both titles held high in the air. The fans cheer their approval as many take snapshots or the ending of one of the most unforgettable matches they've ever seen. After hopping down from the turnbuckle, Harvey shakes his hand, then hugs him as blood continues to run from the mouth and the nose of the daredevil, blending in with his goatee. Harvey then returns to the announcer's table and puts his headset back on.] Harvey Schultz:: This has been the most memorable match I've ever seen in my life. These guys gave you everything! Their blood, their sweat, their bodies, and their souls. They went balls out and left it all in the ring. [Suddenly, Plaz and Loki run out from the back and slide into the ring.] Harvey Schultz:: Here come the Tag Team Champions, perhaps to congratulate Mandrake on his win now that they know he's not a sell-out? [Plaz and Loki go right for Mandrake...and attack him! Somehow, Mandrake still has the energy to fight them off. Mandrake nails Loki with a kick to grain, and Plaz receives a thumb to the eyes as the fans cheer his efforts. The Atlantic-Tron comes to life as waves of pink and purple combine. Suddenly, "B.A.B. 3000" appears on the screen, and a man donning a pink robe slowly walks down the ramp. Mandrake grabs Loki and Plaz by the back of their heads, then slams them together!] J.J. Jackson:: what tha hell?! Harvey Schultz:: Who is this coming down to the ring? [The man in the pink slides into the ring and clotheslines Mandrake from behind. Mandrake goes down, and the man in the pink robe begins stomping the new Heavyweight Champion along with the Bastardos. Plaz and Loki stop and look at the man in the pink as he slowly removes his hood...] Harvey Schultz:: Moloch! That's one of the original members of the Bitch Ass Bastards! He and Loki were a dominating tag team on the independant scene...now he's joined with the Basardo Bros. to form the B.A.B. 3000?! I don't believe it! [The fans begin to boo as the Bastardos leave the ring and grab the two remaining ladders. As they're doing so, a frantic Regina Cormier runs out from the back and climbs into the ring. Moloch is still putting the boots to Mandrake, but Regina bravely pushes him away and hovers over the daredevil. Upset, Richard enters the ring and looks at his daughter with a scowl on his face.] Harvey Schultz:: Uh oh, it looks like Regina and her father have reconciled afterall...This doesn't look good... [Regina helps Mandrake up to his feet, then grabs his belts as the two back away into the corner. The Bastardos enter the ring again, this time each carrying a ladder as Richard stares a hole through his daughter. Regina looks at Manrake for a moment, holding his head...then does the unthinkable and slaps him across the face!] Harvey Schultz:: What in the hell is that young lady doing?! [Mandrake falls to the mat, too weak to stand anymore as Regina walks over and give her dad a big hug. The fans boo mercilessly as Plaz, Loki, and Moloch each grab a ladder and set them up in different corners. HaZe stands and watched wearily as B.A.B. 3000 hold up Mandrake's motionless body. Regina grabs a microphone and walks over to Mandrake...] Regina Cormier:: Mandrake, I always get what I want...always! But I don't want you anymore. No, I've found somebody better. I've found a REAL champion! [Regina walks over and puts her arm around HaZe and smiles. Then, her smile turns to anger as she steps forward and kicks Mandrake in the groin! The crowd boos once again as B.A.B. 3000 drop Mandrake in the center of the ring.] Regina Cormier:: You're now witnessing the dynasty of the AWA, the resurgence of the Brotherhood of the New Lights! As for Mandrake...boys, get rid of that piece of trash. [Regina tosses the mic out of the ring as Moloch, Plaz, and Loki each climb different ladders, one positioned in each corner. Then, they all leap at the same time towards the center of the ring. Plaz hits an elbowdrop to the face, Loki hits the headbutt to the groin, and Moloch connects with the frog splash! Upon impact, the center of the ring caves in!] Harvey Schultz:: Sweet Lord! They've crushed him! [Fade to black.] |
