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| Location: | Arena: | Date: | Attendence: | Event Rating: |
| Freedom Hall | Louisville, Kentucky | 08/27/05 | 11,113 |  |
| Introduction |
 MegaBrawl is being broadcast via DirecTV. [The Pay-Per-View begins with a serenade by the soothing sounds of Metallica’s “One” as a logo flashes across the screen.]  [The Atlantic Wrestling Association is then replaced by the black and blue of the S.W.F.]  [“One” by Metallica continues to play in the background as a short video package plays.] [A still frame of the mutilated Mad Marquis is shown. McNasty is tangled upside down in the ropes and the Marquis is holding a steel chair in mid-swing, just moments before the steel collides with McNasty’s face.] [A still frame of Allen Stevenson hitting the ring during a segment of the Doctor’s Office is shown. Stevenson as chased off Glitz and Glamour with his briefcase as Payne struggles to his feet on the mat.] [A still frame of Billy Sadistic yanking Josh McCool’s mother over the guardrail by the hair is shown. McCool is trying to leave the ring to aid his mother, but Arkham and Haze are preventing him from doing so.] [A still frame is shown from the old A.W.A. with filthy Kris Kartier bringing his barbed-wire Singapore cane down across the shoulder of Griffin Youngblood. Griffin is clearly caught off-guard by the blow.] [A still frame is shown from the old A.W.A. with Arkham at the top of a ladder grabbing the Atlantic Championship and the Heavyweight Championship that are hanging above the ring. Haze is down on the mat with a blue residue covering his face and the ring and surrounding areas are covered with debris.] [Metallica continues to play in the background as the MegaBrawl logo gives way to the inside of Freedom Hall. The fans are on their feet as a large, loud pyrotechnic display shoots off in front of the entryway. The fans cheer wildly as the camera pans around the arena. “MegaBrawl” adorns the ring apron and an “A.W.A./S.W.F.” logo decorates the center of the ring. The A.W.A.-Tron is as big and as mighty as ever, however there are a few noticeable changes to the arena setup. Tonight, there is a large steel ramp that leads from the elevated stage in front of the entryway down to the ring. Above this steel ramp is a large, skeletal tunnel consisting of several thick steel beams running the entire length of the aisle and stopping just short of the ring. These beams support a mesh, cage-like roof as well as several multi-colored spotlights that are currently zooming around the arena. The camera continues to pan around the arena.] Cormier sucks! Arkham vs. Haze…a match for the ages! Tonight Griffin gets his revenge. [The camera finally pans down and comes to a rest at ringside in front of an extra large commentating table. Four men sit behind the table with headsets on, two from the A.W.A. and two from the S.W.F.] Cliff Anderson:: Hello, fans, and WELCOME to MegaBrawl! Daniel Maddox:: That’s right, folks! Team S.W.F. has joined with team A.W.A. for a joint broadcast here on the first Pay-Per-View either of us have had in several years! Jimmy Fields:: I won’t lie to you, I’m just excited to be here! Can you feel that? No, it’s not electricity. It’s that feeling you get when you know you’re going to engage in a life-altering experience! Daniel Maddox:: I can assure you that nobody will be the same after tonight. I’ve never been on hand to witness a card with such a stacked lineup as tonight’s card has in all of my years in the business. Cliff Anderson:: I have to agree with you on that one, Dan. Tonight will witness the culmination of several feuds, some of them are several years in the making. Tonight, Donny J. McNasty is out for revenge against the Mad Marquis. The Marquis has already stolen McNasty’s midgets. Tonight, will he steal his pride? Daniel Maddox:: And let’s not forget about the big submission showdown between the S.W.F.’s Griffin Youngblood and the A.W.A’s Kris Kartier. These two give hate an all new meaning. This feud stems back to the old incarnation of the old A.W.A. when Kartier inflicted a serious shoulder injury on Youngblood. Tonight, this feud comes to an end once and for all! Jack Deruke:: Yeah, an’ what about that hardcore ladder race, eh? That should be somethin’ sweet tits… Cliff Anderson:: Personally, I wanna see the undefeated Heavyweight Champion, Josh McCool, destroy Billy Sadistic inside of the steel cage. Sadistic was something of a tutor to McCool when he entered this business, but now the Phenom has turned his back on McCool and made it personal. Sadistic brought McCool’s mother into the equation, and that ill-fated decision could very well seal his fate inside of the steel cage here tonight. Jimmy Fields:: What about the Louisville Street Fight between that self-centered narcissist Richard Cormier and my man, Bryant Dean? I say Dean wipes the floor with him. Jack Deruke:: You tryin’ to start something there, fruitloop? You wanna get cute? You wanna get fresh? I’ll split your nuts off the back of your ass, jerky. Then we’ll see what’s what. Cliff Anderson:: You two cut it out. The Hollywood Backlot Brawl will surely be memorable. The Professionals and Glitz and Glamour are the top two tag teams in the business right now, and the good doctor and his partner want their straps back. I’ve been mulling this one over in my mind all day, and I can’t pick a winner. Daniel Maddox:: And who could forget about the ladder match between Arkham and Haze for the Southeast Heritage Championship? Arkham and Haze were co-Southeast Heritage Champions when the S.W.F. closed its doors. They’ve been in some of the most insane matches this business has ever seen. You won’t find two more insane daredevils in the world today, and I have a feeling they’re going to prove it here tonight. If their prior matches are any indication, I advise anybody watching on Pay-Per-View right not to get that V.C.R. set, because this match is gonna be off the charts! Cliff Anderson:: I couldn’t agree more. And I’ve just received word that a limousine has just pulled into the parking lot here at Freedom Hall… |
| The ominous white limo. |
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[The camera cuts to the parking lot outside of Freedom Hall to find a white stretch limo idling quietly. All of the tinted windows are rolled up and there is no indication of who the passengers are.] Cliff Anderson:: Who could be waiting in that limo? Any ideas? Daniel Maddox:: Well, I’ve heard through the grapevine that there are supposed to be a few big surprises here tonight in the form of returning superstars…perhaps that’s one of them. Jack Deruke:: I ordered a few pizza pies about a half hour ago. Maybe they got ‘em in there. Cliff Anderson:: Jack, I don’t think they’d take a limo to deliver pizza pies… [The white limo continues to idle as the shot on the A.W.A.-Tron switches to the inside of Richard Cormier’s locker room.] |
| Ready to Rumble |
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[Richard Cormier is wearing a black sleeveless shirt that looks to be about three sizes to small for him. Despite the tight shirt, Cormier’s physique isn’t that impressive. He’s got a small dumbbell that he curls repeatedly as a few drops of sweat trickle from his wrinkled brow.] Richard Cormier:: Dean, I’ve been training hard for this match. Look at this body, Dean. Look at me and tell me you think you’ve actually got a chance tonight. [Cormier switches the dumbbell to his other hand and resumes curling, but his muscles are really nonexistent.] Richard Cormier:: Tonight, I’m gonna beat your ass right here in Louisville. And depending on how I feel, I might just take it upon myself to end your career as well. But more importantly, the A.W.A. will be completely free of Massacre…forever! I don’t know if you’ve checked the ratings recently, but Riptide kicked Massacre’s ass! Dean, I’m not what you’d call a spiritual man, but I recognize an omen when I see one. Much like Riptide kicked Massacre’s ass in the ratings, I’m gonna kick your ass tonight! The Omen foretells it… |
| W. William Suhgs Invitational Hardcore Ladder Race: All comers accepted. | Hardcore Championship |
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[The camera returns to ringside to find a ten-foot ladder positioned at the bottom of the steel ramp.] Cliff Anderson:: The Omen foretells it? That sounds awfully familiar. Is Cormier trying to hint at something? Daniel Maddox:: I don’t know. What I do know is that the hardcore ladder race is about ready to begin. You know, Jigsaw the Strongman won the very first ladder race to become the Hardcore Champion… Jack Deruke:: The first ladder race? This is the first ladder race, rubberneck. Our commissioner even said so… Daniel Maddox:: Right… [The A.W.A.-Tron flickers to life and we find W. William Suhgs in the backstage area somewhere with what looks to be a starter pistol in his hand.] W. William Suhgs:: Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa! Whoa… [The Louisville faithful begin booing the evil commissioner, but he appears unphased.] W. William Suhgs:: Look, let’s make this quick. I’ve got a fishing trip that I’ve gotta pack for, so I’m here to officially start the W. William Suhgs Invitational Hardcore Ladder Race! The first wrestler to reach the ring, climb the ladder, and grab the belt will be the new Hardcore Champion! [The camera zooms out as Suhgs raises his pistol into the air.] W. William Suhgs:: Three….two…one… [Suhgs squeezes his eyes shut and pulls the trigger, but nothing happens. Suhgs looks confused as he pulls the trigger a few more times.] W. William Suhgs:: Crap! [Suhgs throws the pistol on the ground and kicks it across the floor, then looks back up into the camera.] W. William Suhgs:: Um…go! [The A.W.A.-Tron fades to black as Willis Clayton sprints through the curtain and heads down the ramp through the steel and mesh tunnel. Just as he reaches the ladder, 40 oz sprints out after him. The False Marquis runs out next, followed by Grendel. Willis folds up the ladder and slides it into the ring, but he’s mugged by the other three men. Rosco Pico Train runs out next to a surprising cheer from the crowd. All five men enter the ring and begin fighting over the ladder when the Folk run out from the back. The place lets out a loud wave of cheers for Jigsaw and Jingles.] Daniel Maddox:: It’s Jigsaw and Jingles! You know, Jigsaw won the first ever hardcore ladder race… Jimmy Fields:: Yeah, you told us… [Jingles and Jigsaw hit the ring and start cleaning house much to the fans’ delight. As the wreck shop, Machine steps out from the back. Machine receives a loud reaction from the crowd as he slow heads down the ramp and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. Somewhere along the lines, 40 oz has come into possession of a steel chair, which he begins using liberally inside the ring. Machine steps into the ring and is instantly attacked by Clayton and Grendel. Machine drops Clayton with a big boot, then plants Grendel with the Goozle! The fans come to their feet!] Cliff Anderson:: Machine just chokeslammed Grendel! Wait, now he’s got the False Marquis by the throat! [Machine plants the imposter with a giant Goozle as the fans cheer him on. Clayton is back up, but Machine boots him in the gut and drops him unceremoniously with the Jacknife powerbomb. The Folk decided to try their luck against the Giant German, but Machine latches a giant meathook around each of their necks. Seconds later, both of the Folk are down and out after suffering a double-Goozle. 40 oz slides into the ring with his steel chair in hand and prepares to clock Machine, but before he can do so, Rosco Pico Train rips it out of his hands! The fans love it!] Cliff Anderson:: What’s with Rosco Pico Train? He’s now wearing all black, and he’s arranged what’s left of his hair so that it’s hanging in his face. He looks like he’s trying to be James Nightbane… [Machine turns around to find a now chairless 40 oz cowering in fear. Machine goes after the alcoholic beverage, but Mr. Ounce turns to run…right into a chairshot from Rosco! The fans go crazy as Rosco and Machine stand tall in the ring. Rosco tells Machine to set up the ladder as he patrols the ring with the steel chair, taking out any man that begins to stir with a stiff chairshot. Machine sets the ladder up in the center of the ring, then climbs. Machine climbs halfway up the ladder and reaches up, unfastening the Hardcore Championship. The fans cheer for the big man as he climbs back down the ladder with the belt clutched in his massive hand.] Cliff Anderson:: Machine has done it! Machine is the new Hardcore Champion! [Machine appears genuinely impressed with his shiny new belt. The bell rings as Rosco tries to celebrate with Machine. Machine, however, is too distracted by the shiny object he holds in his hand. Eventually, Rosco is able to gain the big man’s attention and lure him to the backstage area.] |
| The self-proclaimed King of Hardcore. |
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[The camera cuts to the backstage area where the King of Hardcore, Donny McNasty, is found sitting in his locker room drinking Guinness by himself. The Nomad isn’t in wrestling gear. He’s wearing a pair of black boots, some ripped up blue jeans, and a torn up “God Kill the Queen” t-shirt. He wearing black elbow pads and his fists are heavily taped. He looks like he’s ready for the fight of his life.] Donny J. McNasty:: First, I’d like to congratulate Machine on winning my Hardcore Championship… [By the sound and tone of McNasty’s voice, it’s obvious that he’s both drunk and unhappy.] Donny J. McNasty:: Doesn’t matter. I’ll get her back soon enough. Tonight, I’ve got more important things on my mind. Mad Marquis, are you ready to bleed? I am. I haven’t given blood in quite awhile, but tonight I’m prepared to make quite the donation…on both of our behalves… [McNasty grabs his signature steering wheel and twirls it around in his hands for a second. Without warning, McNasty hurls the steering wheel out of view and stares into the camera with intense eyes. Bending down, he grabs a baseball bat wrapped in razor wire and begins admiring it. There is a twinkle in his eye as he speaks.] Donny J. McNasty:: Marquis, you’re no stranger to getting cut up, and neither am I. You think you’re an artist? Then I think you’ll really appreciate my masterpiece tonight after I’m finished. Be sure to bring a mirror… [The scene fades back into the arena as McNasty continues admiring his favorite weapon.] |
| Standard Match: ”Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght vs. Rich Verboncour |
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 ”Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght  6’3” 253 lbs. All-Rounder 5/14/0 |  |  Rich Verboncour  6’3” 245 lbs. Submission Grappler 6/7/1 |
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Cliff Anderson:: I’ve received word that the winner of this match will receive a shot at the Television Champion this coming Tuesday. Jack Deruke:: Yeah, and speakin’ of champions, I’ve heard that the Heavyweight Champion, Josh McCool, hasn’t even arrived at the arena tonight. Daniel Maddox:: From what I’ve heard, nobody’s seen him since Riptide. I wonder if he’ll even show up tonight… ["Girls, Girls, Girls" by Mötley Crüe starts up and out walks the One Night Stand along with his senile father. The two receive a nice ovation from the crowd as they walk down the aisle and enter the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: Both of these guys seem to be in a rut right now. Showtime’s been losing match after match, and with the exception of Verboncour’s questionable Television Championship win, he hasn’t been too impressive in recent weeks either. Hell, he even tapped out to the Griffin Submission in under a minute last week! [“Sabotage” by the Beastie Boys starts up and out struts “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght. He also receives a nice applause from the fans on his way down to the ring. He enters the ring and referee Mitch Horton calls for the bell. Showtime is all over Verboncour from the start of the match. Showtime completely dominates Verboncour for the first few minutes of the match before planting the One Night Stand with a single-arm DDT. Showtime quickly hops up and plays to the crowd as the fans distribute a few random cheers here and there.] Cliff Anderson:: Showtime seems on fire here tonight! [Showtime scrapes Verboncour up off the mat and locks him into position for the Spotlight, but Verboncour quickly spins around behind him and schoolboys him in the center of the ring. Horton drops to the mat and makes the count. 1…2…3! The fans cheer as Verboncour takes his win and rolls out of the ring to celebrate with his father!] Daniel Maddox:: Showtime’s losing streak continues! Verboncour beat him with a roll up out of nowhere to escape with a win! When will Showtime’s losing streak finally snap? [Showtime is incensed as Rich and Jerry head back up the ramp.] |
| Husband and Wife |
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[The A.W.A.-Tron comes alive to find Griffin Youngblood sitting in his dressing room. He’s already dressed for the match, and has been for a few hours. His eyes are staring off into space and he seems to be deep in thought. The entrance of Mindy Rollins-Youngblood into the room breaks the silence and snaps Griffin back into reality.] Mindy Rollins-Youngblood:: Honey, I’m worried that something bad’s gonna happen. Griffin Youngblood:: Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Mindy Rollins-Youngblood:: It’s not you that I’m worried about. I just don’t want you to do anything you’re gonna regret. Griffin Youngblood:: Regret? What I’m gonna do out there I certainly won’t regret. Kris Kartier deserves everything he’s got coming. Mindy Rollins-Youngblood:: I know…hey, where’s your shirt? Griffin Youngblood:: What shirt? Mindy Rollins-Youngblood:: Your Midwest Mafia shirt. It’s your lucky shirt. You always wear it for all of your big matches… Griffin Youngblood:: I threw it away. Mindy Rollins-Youngblood:: You threw it away? But it’s your lucky shirt! Griffin Youngblood:: I’ve got so much hatred built up inside me right now that when I go out there tonight…I won’t need luck… [Mindy looks on worriedly as the camera returns to the ringside area.] |
| Hardcore Match: The Mad Marquis vs. Donny J. McNasty |
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 The Mad Marquis  5’11” 199 lbs. Extremist 1/2/0 | |  Donny J. McNasty  6’2” 255 lbs. Brawler 5/4/1 |
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Daniel Maddox:: I think that Kartier is gonna be in a world of hurt tonight, and speaking of worlds of hurt, the Mad Marquis might just be the proud owner of a new set of scars after tonight is over. [“Praise” by Sevendust blasts over the speakers and the fans come to their feet for their hardcore hero. McNasty stomps out from the back with his razor wire bat in one hand and a six-pack of Guinness in the other. McNasty pops the top on a can of Guinness and begins to chug at the top of the ramp as the fans cheer his every gulp. Unfortunately, he’s nailed from behind in mid-gulp by a shopping cart manned by the Mad Marquis! The music cuts out abruptly as McNasty’s bat and beer go flying. The Marquis pulls a leather whip out of the shopping cart and begins laying some heavy blows into the back of McNasty as the fans start booing.] Cliff Anderson:: He’s whipping him like…like… Daniel Maddox:: A government mule? Cliff Anderson:: God no, man! Only a fool would say something like that… [The Mad Marquis pulls the Nomad up onto his cart of goods, then gives the cart a shove down the ramp. The fans let out a cheer as the shopping cart gains speed down the steel ramp. Unfortunately for the King of Hardcore, the cart begins veering off to the left and rams smack dab into one of the steel beams supporting the steel and mesh tunnel leading down to the ring. The cart is bent in two and McNasty is left clutching his ribs. The Marquis marches down the ramp and begins laying the whip into McNasty a bit more.] Cliff Anderson:: I wonder if this is the same kind of activity that goes on in the Mad Marquis’ dungeon… [The Marquis begins fishing through the remnants of his cart of goodies for some more toys to punish McNasty with when the Nomad strikes from behind with a low blow on the Marquis! The Mad One doubles over, giving the Nomad the opportunity to work a little of his own magic. McNasty grabs a street sign out of the cart and folds it around the Marquis’ head, much to the delight of the Louisville patrons. McNasty heads back up the ramp to retrieve his razor wire friend as the Marquis crawls towards the ring. McNasty grabs the razor wire bat and thrusts it into the air as the fans let out a roar of approval!] Jack Deruke:: My buddy McNasty there is a great guy. He’s the kinda guy that’ll help you out whether you need it or not. And if he can’t help ya out, he’ll get ya the help ya need. One way or the other… [McNasty stalks his prey as the Marquis rolls into the ring. McNasty slides in after him, but the Marquis is all over him with boots to the head. McNasty drops his weapon after an especially stiff looking kneedrop to the back of the head. The Marquis de Fistopholes dives out of the ring, and when he returns he’s brandishing a steel chair. He waits for the Nomad to stand, then he brings the chair down hard across McNasty’s skull. McNasty doesn’t go down. Instead, he just stands there and begs for more, prompting the fans to erupt. McNasty, however, winds up and nails McNasty again. This shot is enough to take the King of Hardcore to the mat. The Marquis begins laying into McNasty over and over again with the steel chair until it no longer resembles a chair, but a twisted piece of metal.] Jimmy Fields:: Is…is the Mad Marquis gay? [The Marquis rolls McNasty over and slides on top of him for the cover, placing his genitals dangerously close to the Nomad’s face. 1…2…kickout! The Mad Marquis pulls the Nomad off the mat and attempts and Irish whip, but McNasty reverses. As the Marquis hits the ropes, McNasty picks up the razor wire bat. The crowd is on their feet, but the Marquis realizes McNasty has the weapon, hangs onto the ropes, and bails out of the ring. McNasty gives chase as the Marquis runs for his life.] Daniel Maddox:: McNasty is going to tear him to shreds…and yes, I do believe that the Mad Marquis is a gay, gay man. [The Marquis circles the ring with McNasty in hot pursuit before diving back into the ring. McNasty follows, and again the Marquis catches him on the way in. McNasty still has a hold of the bat as the Marquis dropkicks him. McNasty stumbles backwards and falls into the corner propped up against the bottom turnbuckle. The Mad One’s eyes grow wide, but then they begin darting from side to side. The Marquis seems to be having a conversation with himself before finally charging McNasty full speed.] Cliff Anderson:: Here comes the Mad Dagger! [The Marquis leaps for a sensual Bronco Buster on McNasty, but the Nomad raises the razor wire bat and takes a swing, connected squarely with the groin of the Marquis! The fans erupt into frenzied cheering as the Nomad yanks the bat away, tearing piece of clothing and flesh away in the process. Blood begins to trickle from the inner thighs and groin area of the Marquis as the Nomad thrusts the bat into the air. Again, the fans roar their approval.] Jack Deruke:: Yeah, baby! [The Marquis is crawling on his hands and knees as McNasty hovers over him with the razor wire bat in hand. He applies the razor wire to the face of the Marquis and begins raking back and forth! The Marquis screams in pain as the blood thirsty fans scream in delight!] Cliff Anderson:: For the love of Pete, that’s enough! That’s flesh he’s tearing! [The Nomad thrusts the bat into the air once more, and again he receives the rush from the crowd. McNasty goes to apply the bat once again, but the Marquis rolls onto his back and sprays kicks McNasty in the groin. McNasty drops the bat as he stands hunched over the Marquis. The Marquis grabs the bat and plants a solid shot between the eyes of McNasty, staggering the King of Hardcore! The Marquis rolls around behind McNasty and executes the Cheatboy. 1…2…3!] Daniel Maddox:: I don’t believe it! The Marquis has just defeated McNasty! [The Marquis jumps for joy after winning, but his knees appear a bit shaky. He goes to the ropes to hold himself up as blood literally pours from his blood-drenched face. Blood stains mar the mat as McNasty slowly comes to with a few nasty gashes about his eyebrows. The Marquis is losing blood rapidly. McNasty, enraged about his loss, grabs the razor wire bat and waits for the Marquis to turn. The Marquis slowly turns and McNasty charges him, laying the bat across his chest. The Marquis is sent over the top rope where he lands on the floor. The fans erupt for McNasty as he calls for some Guinness!] Cliff Anderson:: I guess McNasty gets the last laugh here… |
| White limo. Still ominous. |
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Jimmy Fields:: They’re telling me that something is going down in the back… [The shot switches to the Freedom Hall parking lot where the white limo is still parked. A well-dressed man is seen handing a bottle of champagne in through the lowered rear window. He has a few words with whoever is inside the limo. Seconds later a purple-sleeved arm sneaks out of the opening to hand the man in the black suit a handsome tip. After this, the window rolls up and the man turns and leaves.] Cliff Anderson:: I wanna know who in the heck is in that limo. |
FOX Television Championship | Submission Match: Griffin Youngblood vs. Kris Kartier | Atlantic Championship |
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 Griffin Youngblood 6’4" 258 lbs. Mat Technician 6/4/1 | |  Kris Kartier 6'1" 236 lbs. Extremist 12/11/2 |
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Daniel Maddox:: Folks, this one’s been four years in the making, and I think it’s safe to say that these two hate each other. [“Come as You Are” by Nirvana plays over the P.A. System and the fans are already on their feet. Griffin Youngblood emerges from the back and he looks like he’s going to commit a murder as he walks down the ramp.] Cliff Anderson:: I know Kartier’s specialty is the Karta-Hajime, but I wonder if he’s thought about focusing on Griffin’s knees. He’s had three surgeries in the past on them, and they’re clearly not at a hundred percent. [Griffin enters the ring and waits patiently for the arrival of Kartier. Almost too patiently. “Rise Inside” by Killswitch Engage hits and out comes “Souled Out” Kris Karter. The fans shower the Atlantic Champion with boos, but he’s not focused on the fans, he’s focused on Youngblood.] Daniel Maddox:: Oddly enough, Griffin’s T.V. Title and Kartier’s Atlantic Championship are on the line, but these men couldn’t care less about those belts. This match is about pride, respect, and vengeance, not gold. [Kartier enters the ring and tosses his belt to Jimmy Jack Paige. Paige holds both titles in the air before starting the match. Both men slowly walk forward, but Griffin breaks into a dead run without warning and tackles Kartier to the mat. Griffin hammers Kartier with right hands to the head, but Kartier rolls him over and returns some right hands of his own. Both men roll around the ring throwing wild punches at each other as the referee tries to regain some order. The fans cheer Griffin on as he and Kartier attempt to rip each other limb from limb.] Jimmy Fields:: Some submission match. These guys are just trying to kill each other. I haven’t seen a wrestling hold yet. [Both men begin choking one another, forcing the referee to step in. As he does so, Kartier takes a cheap shot and nails Griffin with a staggering right hook to the head. Kartier takes advantage and drops Youngblood to the mat with a clothesline. Kartier goes right for the knee, locking in a leg grapevine. Kartier wrenches on the hold, but Griffin makes it to the ropes after a few minutes. Kartier continues to go after Griffin’s knees, but every time Kartier locks in a submission hold, Griffin is able to fight his way to the ropes.] Cliff Anderson:: Kris Kartier is dominating this match. The cheap shot really turned the tide of the match in his favor. I don’t even know if Griffin can walk at this point. [Kartier pulls Griffin off the mat and goes for a shinbreaker, but Griffin punches him in the head. Kartier drops Griffin back to the mat, and Youngblood lands on his feet. He locks in a headlock and begins hammering Kartier with repeated punches to the head. Griffin whips Kartier into the ropes and goes for a back elbow, but Kartier put on the brakes and locks in the Karta-Hajime! The fans come to their feet to cheer Griffin on while Kartier drags Griffin to the center of the ring.] Daniel Maddox:: He’s got the Karta-Hajime locked in tight! Griffin had better do something fast because the lights are gonna go out in a hurry. [Griffin pushes back against Kartier and drives him into the corner, but Kartier still holds on. Kartier tries to bring him back to the center of the ring, but Griffin shoves him back into the corner once more. Still, Souled Out holds on. Griffin tries to shove him back into the corner again, but Kartier pulls him down to the mat instead and locks in a body scissors! The fans let out a groan as Griffin tries to break free.] Cliff Anderson:: Kartier is tenacious! He won’t release the hold, and I think the end is near for Youngblood. [Griffin continues to struggle, but Kartier is sucking the strength from him. Eventually, Youngblood’s limbs go limp. Paige lifts Griffin’s arm into the air and it falls back to the mat. 1! He lifts it again, and again it falls. 2! He lifts it one last time, and again it falls…but Griffin quickly shoots the arm back into the air before it hits the mat! The fans erupt as Griffin begins fighting again. Griffin managed to roll onto his stomach and he slowly makes it to his hands and knees. Kartier still has the body scissors locked in as Griffin pulls himself to his feet. Kartier is hanging on for dear life when Griffin throws his feet out from under him and sends all of his weight crashing down onto Kartier. The hold is broken as Kartier writhes in pain on the mat. Griffin lays on his stomach, panting for air as both men are down on the mat! The fans begin rallying behind Griffin.] Jack Deruke:: I can’t believe he broke free. I thought he was a goner for sure… [Both men struggle to their feet, but Youngblood is obviously in the worse condition of the two. Kartier grabs Youngblood and throws him towards the ropes, but Griffin’s knees are in such bad condition that he stumbles and falls before he even reaches the ropes. Kartier is amused by this as he stalks the wounded Griffin. Kartier pulls Griffin off the mat and sets him up for the Last Serenade, but Griffin spins out of it and drives Souled Out to the mat with a Fujiwa armbar! The fans begin cheering as Griffin yanks on Kartier’s arm. Out of the blue, Griffin releases the hold…and spins around to Kartier’s leg. Griffin deftly locks hi leg with Kartier’s, then leans in and wraps his arms around Kartier’s head!] Daniel Maddox:: He’s got it! He’s got the Griffin Submission locked in! If Kartier can’t get to the ropes, this match is over! [Griffin wrenches back on the hold with what strength he has left as Kartier tries desperately to reach the bottom rope. Kartier begins crawling towards the ropes, inch by inch, in his quest to break Griffin’s patented submission hold. Griffin looks to be trying to unscrew Kartier’s head right off of his neck, and Kartier cries out in pain. Kartier frantically begins crawling for the ropes, but they seem so far away. He continues to inch his way towards the edge of the ring and reaches out. His fingers are only centimeters from the ropes as he reaches once last time. He’s unable to reach the ropes, and the pain is too much. Kartier is finally forced to tap out, and Freedom Hall comes unglued!] Cliff Anderson:: He got him! He got him! Kartier tapped! Daniel Maddox:: What a match! What a hell of a match! Both men gave it their all! Jimmy Fields:: We’ve got a new Tele-Atlantic Champion! [The fans continue to roar as Griffin finally releases the hold and just lays in the middle of the ring on his back with his fists over his eyes! The fans give Youngblood a standing ovation.] Cliff Anderson:: I think we’ve just witnessed Griffin Youngblood’s last match, and what a way to end a career by getting a big win over the legend, Kris Kartier! Griffin looks to be overcome with emotion and joy. He’s long, illustrious career has finally come to an end and now he can retire in peace! [The referee presents Griffin with the titles, then helps him to his feet. Paige helps Griffin stands as he holds both belts in the air. The fans continue to cheer for the legendary Griffin Youngblood as he hobbles out of the ring with a title draped over each shoulder. Kris Kartier is left in the ring with a blank look on his face as he watches Youngblood head up the ramp.] Daniel Maddox:: That was an incredible effort by both men. |
| When it’s the world versus… |
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[Kartier is still in the ring when the lights shut off. The fans begin screaming as the A.W.A.-Tron begins to flicker. Clips of James Nightbane begin flashing across the screen and the screams turn to ravenous cheers. The clips begin to slow, and finally the last clip is shown. It’s a clip of James Nightbane being fired by Richard Cormier and attacked by Kris Kartier. The last image is shown, followed by a bit of audio.] Richard Cormier:: From now on, you’re just plain old Larry. James Nightbane:: Nobody calls me Larry… Richard Cormier:: Yeah, well I just did. Now why don’t you go pack up all of your Darkness and get out of MY building! As of right now, you’re fired…Larry! [The A.W.A.-Tron goes black and the lights resume to find Kartier in the ring with a confused smirk on his face. The fans erupt into frenzied cheers, but not for Kartier. They’re cheering for the robed man standing in the ring behind Kartier. The unaware Kartier holds his arms out as if to say “What the hell was that?” The A.W.A.-Tron comes back to life again as the robed figure holds a microphone to his mouth. Words scroll across the big screen as the robed one speaks along with it.] [The robed man rips the robe off to reveal a tan man with a chiseled physique. His long, blond hair is flowing and he’s wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, work boots, and a t-shirt that reads: “Speaks in the third person. Walks in the first person. Kicks ass IN person!”] Cliff Anderson:: That’s…that’s James Nightbane! I mean, it was James Nightbane! That’s his alter ego, Larry Thompson!!! [Kartier slowly turns around and comes nose-to-nose with Thompson. Thompson has a wicked grin on his face as he hammers Kartier with a big right hand. Recognition sets in and the fans erupt! Thompson boots Kartier in the gut, then plants him with the Next of Kin Notification DDT! Thompson hops up to his feet and hops up onto the second turnbuckle. He thrusts his fists into the air as the crowd goes insane!] Cliff Anderson:: He’s back! Nightbane…Thompson…whatever! He’s back, and he’s just taken out Kris Kartier! [Thompson continues to yell at the crowd from the turnbuckles as they cheer for him. The shot switches to the backstage area.] |
| A wrestling gynecologist and a fierce accountant. |
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[Dr. Payne and Allen Stevenson appear on the screen and the fans let out a cheer. They’re walking through the backstage area towards the location of their next match.] Dr. Payne:: Al, you remember the strategy, right. Allen Stevenson:: Yup. If either of those bitches interfere, Allen Stevenson is gonna have to slap a bitch. [Payne’s lips curl into a proud smile.] Dr. Payne:: That’s my boy... |
| Hollywood Backlot Brawl: Glitz and Glamour vs. The Professionals | Tag Team Championships |
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 Johnny Glitz  Bobby Glamour 461 lbs. 5/0/0 | |  Dr. Payne   Allen Stevenson  453 lbs. 4/1/1 |
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[As Payne and Stevenson are walking towards the backlot, they’re jumped from behind by Glitz and Glamour. Glitz goes straight for Dr. Payne as Bobby pairs off with the Fierce Accountant. Glitz hefts Payne up onto his shoulder, then begins running down the hall. They reach the end of the hall and into the set for the Hollywood Backlot Brawl. It’s here the Glitz plants Payne on the concrete with a running powerslam. Glitz covers Payne. 1…2…kickout!] Cliff Anderson:: Apparently, Glitz and Glamour didn’t wanna wait for the bell… [Stevenson and Glamour follow their partners into the set, brawling the whole way. The set consists of a few trailers, a beach backdrop, a fake palm tree, a work station, and a few cars. Glamour attempts to Irish whip the accountant into a car, but Stevenson reverses and throws Glamour into the work station. Glamour flies into a cabinet full of paint cans, and paint flies everywhere. Glitz drags Payne onto the beach set that is filled with imitation sand and begins hammering him with heavy right hands. Glamour emerges from the work station covered in an assortment of paints and wearing an empty paint can on his head like a dunce cap. The fans in the arena begin laughing as they watch all of the action on the A.W.A.-Tron.] Daniel Maddox:: That’s a fitting accessory for “Beautiful” Bobby Glamour. It looks good on him. Jimmy Fields:: It’d look good on you… [Stevenson spears Glamour to the ground and starts hammering away on him as Payne reaches down, grabs a handful of fake sand, and slings it into the eyes of Johnny Glitz. Payne takes advantage of the temporarily blinded champion and uses the opportunity to apply the infamous Vaginal Claw! Glitz begins screaming in pain as the good doctor tilts his head back and lets out a mad high-pitched cackle! Stevenson and Glamour both stop brawling in mid-swing and glance over at Payne who is laughing maniacally. They both shrug and continue brawling.] Jack Deruke:: Dr. Payne needs to be beaten about the head, neck, chest, breasts, and genitals. [Glamour headbutts Stevenson, then heads for Dr. Payne. Bobby hammers Payne from behind with a clubbing blow, then throws him into the beach backdrop. Payne hits the backdrop and flies right through it, punching a giant hole through the fancy artwork. Glitz and Glamour poke their heads through to see where Payne landed. They pull their heads back out, shrug their shoulders, and turn around. Stevenson meets them both with a double-clothesline, dropping both men in the sand. Stevenson holds the Tag Team Champions off for a short while, but eventually they gain the upper hand on the Jewish accountant.] Jimmy Fields:: Glitz and Glamour are showing why they’re the Tag Team Champions. Daniel Maddox:: Why? Because they can double-team an accountant? [Johnny and Bobby pummel Stevenson on the phony beach, but they stop when a guttural scream is heard. Suddenly, the towering backdrop lurches forward. The screams continue as the backdrops falls towards Stevenson, Glitz, and Glamour. All three men dive out of the way as the backdrop lands with a loud smack! Payne is standing there with his chest heaving from pushing the giant prop over. The fans let out a roar.] Dr. Payne:: Say hello to the 21st century! [The fans continue to cheer as Payne goes straight for Glitz. Payne levels Glitz with a clothesline, then tackles Glamour to the ground. Stevenson takes the opportunity to commandeer one of the backstage vehicles…a Cadillac, to be precise! Stevenson turns the ignition, then revs up the motor. Payne quickly abandons the beaten champions and hops in to the passenger’s seat. He slips on his seatbelt, then turns to face his partner.] Dr. Payne:: Buckle up bonehead, ‘cause we’re going for a ride! [Stevenson slips on his safety harness, then slams on the accelerator. The tires screech and the car jolts forwards. Glitz and Glamour bail to opposite sides of the car just in the knick of time as Stevenson pilots the car right into one of the movie trailers. The Cadillac spears halfway into the trailer before coming to a halt. Seconds later Stevenson and Payne exit via the rear doors, but are met immediately by Glitz and Glamour.] Cliff Anderson:: This is insane. Jimmy Fields:: Well, that’s Hollywood for ya. [Payne and Glitz brawl over to the work station as Glamour slams Stevenson up onto the trunk of the Cadillac. Over at the work station, Glitz grabs a half-filled can of paint and smashes it over Payne’s head. Red paint doused the doctor and it gives off the illusion of Payne being a bloody mess. Glitz grabs a 2x4 a raises it over his head, but Payne is fast as he lays the handle of a broom across Johnny’s mid-section. Payne raises the broom above his head as Glitz doubles over.] Dr. Payne:: See this? This is my boom stick! [Payne brings the broom hard across Glitz’s back, snapping it in half. The paint-covered Glamour drives Stevenson face-first into the trunk of the Cadillac with the Glamour Shot, putting a good-sized dent in the trunk. Glamour makes the cover as Payne runs over to make the save. 1…2…3! Payne gets there, but he’s a split-second too late. Glitz and Glamour grab their Tag Team Titles and run off as Payne checks on Stevenson for a moment.] Cliff Anderson:: Glitz and Glamour retain the titles! Glitz and Glamour are still the team to beat in the A.W.A. Jimmy Fields:: And the S.W.F.! [Payne looks disappointed as he glares at the retreating Tag Team Champions.] Dr. Payne:: Go ahead and run! Run home and cry to momma! [The camera switches to a different part of the backstage area as Payne tends to Allen Stevenson on the trunk of the Cadillac.] |
| Finally over? |
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[Mindy Rollins-Youngblood is standing by backstage in the parking lot,
waiting for her husband after his match with Kris Kartier. She appears
very nervous. Finally, Griffin comes into view, coming through the
hallway just off camera. Mindy looks up at him, still worried.] Griffin Youngblood:: It's done. [With those two simple words, Mindy finds herself overcome with relief. She jumps up, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a hug.] Griffin Youngblood:: Just give me a minute to go get my stuff. Then we'll go home...for good. [Mindy can't stop beaming. The day she has been waiting for, Griffin Youngblood's final retirement, has arrived. Seeing this, Griffin can't help but smile, an uncommon occurrence for him over the past few months. He leans over and kisses her on the forehead.] Griffin Youngblood:: Don't worry, it'll only take a second. [With that, he returns her smile one last time before turning and heading back down the hallway toward his dressing room. Mindy is left alone, beaming. It is only a few short moments before she is no longer alone, though, as "The Nomad" Donny J. McNasty slides up alongside her. He’s got a bandage over his forehead from prior match with the Mad Marquis.] Donny J. McNasty:: Pretty crazy match he had out there. [Mindy didn't notice Donny approaching her and is a little startled by his voice. It doesn't matter, though, because her happiness quickly overcomes her. She gives Donny a big hug.] Mindy Rollins-Youngblood:: He did it! He's finally finished with all this and ready to go home! Donny J. McNasty:: Hey, that's great. You must be ecstatic. Mindy Rollins-Youngblood:: I am. He's finally done with this "mission" once and for all. By the way, thanks for listening to me the other day. I really needed someone to talk to. You're a good friend, Donny. Donny J. McNasty:: What are friends for? [Mindy can't stop smiling.] Donny J. McNasty:: Have you told him yet? [Whoops...her smile goes down about three levels of radiance.] Mindy Rollins-Youngblood:: No, not yet. But I'm going to tell him tonight. Now that he's done, we can start a family and live our lives without worrying about the danger. I still don't know what his reaction will be, but I can handle it now. Donny J. McNasty:: I wouldn't worry my pretty little head about that if I were you. [Donny's wording takes Mindy a little by surprise.] Mindy Rollins-Youngblood:: What? Donny J. McNasty:: You won’t ever have to tell him… [For the first time, Mindy appears genuinely scared. Donny is not the man he was moments prior. His face is distorted by a wicked grin. Mindy begins to take a few steps back, but Donny grabs her by the hair and pulls her closer to him. He plants a forceful kiss on her lips and holds her tightly as she tries to struggle free. She manages to get out the first half of a scream before Donny headbutts her square between the eyes. Brutality ensues, but not before the camera cuts away to one half of the double-main event.] Cliff Anderson:: What in the hell is McNasty doing? Mindy’s pregnant! She’s carry a child! |
 Cage Match: Josh McCool vs. Billy Sadistic | Heavyweight Championship |
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 Josh McCool  6'9" 287 lbs. Powerhouse 28/0/0 | |  Billy Sadistic  6'1" 231 lbs. All-Rounder 5/5/0 |
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[“Paint it Black” by the Rolling Stones hits and out walks Sadistic. The majority of the fans boo the Phenom, but there are still a portion of the fans that cheer him on. He walks out from the back with a knowing grin on his face as the stagehands finalize preparations on the brand new cage. The steel gleams beneath all of the bright lights standing fifteen feet in the air. Sadistic gives the cage a hearty shake before climbing in through the door.] Cliff Anderson:: What the hell was McNasty thinking? Jimmy Fields:: I don’t know, but that was pretty messed up. Daniel Maddox:: Not to make light of the subject, but do you think Josh McCool is even gonna show up tonight? Nobody’s heard from him in days. [“Hair of the Dog” by Nazareth hits the speakers, and the fans go banana. After several moments, McCool eventually emerges from the back with his custom-made title around his waist. He points an accusing finger as Sadistic as he round the ring and hands the belt to the referee. McCool climbs into the cage, but Sadistic is on him before he can get through the ropes.] Cliff Anderson:: Once great friends, now bitter enemies. This match won’t be pretty. Daniel Maddox:: Both of these men will be locked inside the cage along with the referee. There will be no escape. The only way to win is by pinfall or submission. Anything goes. [The bell rings as McCool’s music fades out. Sadistic is hammering him with repeated right hands. Sadistic attempts to whip McCool to the ropes, but McCool reverses and sends Sadistic face-first into the steel mesh right off the bat! Sadistic staggers away from the side of the cage and falls to the mat as the fans erupt. McCool doesn’t waste any time in going after the Phenom. McCool pushes Sadistic into the corner and climbs the turnbuckle, then begins hammering Sadistic with unanswered punches to the head. The crowd counts.] Crowd:: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! [McCool hops down as Sadistic staggers out of the corner. McCool is on him in a heartbeat and slams Sadistic into the metal bar running along the center of the cage wall. Sadistic falls to the mat as blood begins to trickle from his forehead. McCool lays heavy boots into the Phenom as the fans cheer him on.] Jack Deruke:: Sadistic’s already bleedin’ like a stuck pig. [McCool pummels Sadistic all around the inside of the cell and rakes his face all over the steel mesh. Sadistic is bleeding very badly, but McCool is unrelenting in his assault. Sadistic begins to fight back and takes McCool to the mat with a running clothesline. Sadistic slams McCool into the cage, and McCool stumbles around the ring. Sadistic is losing a lot of blood, but he stays on top of McCool. The Heavyweight Champion fires back with a right hand, and the two men begin trading blows in the center of the ring. McCool, the bigger of the two, begins hammering Sadistic with unanswered blows, and Sadistic stumbles back into the ropes. McCool limps Sadistic above his head, gets a running start, and hurls Sadistic like a javelin into the center bar of the steel structure. Sadistic folds up like an accordion and falls into the ropes, where he’s left in a tangled mess.] Crowd:: Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Daniel Maddox:: My word! He could have broken Sadistic’s neck! That was unnerving! [The referee checks on the Phenom as McCool poses for the fans. Some of the fans boo McCool, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Sadistic untangles himself from the ropes, but he leaves trails of blood everywhere he goes. Sadistic stumbles out into the center of the ring, and McCool takes to the ropes and levels the Phenom with the Facelift! The fans let out a loud roar as Sadistic lies sprawled out on the mat.] Cliff Anderson:: I haven’t seen the Phenom beaten this bad in a long, time…if ever! Daniel Maddox:: Well, not since Arkham attacked him over a month ago… [McCool drops down for the cover. 1…2…McCool lifts Sadistic off the mat. A good portion of the crowd begins to boo as Sadistic is losing a ridiculous amount of blood. McCool lifts Sadistic off the mat and pulls him to his feet. McCool is grinning as Sadistic’s blood covers his body. McCool bounces off the ropes and again hammers Sadistic with the Facelift! Sadistic is down and out, and again McCool makes the cover. 1…2…McCool pulls Sadistic’s shoulders off the mat again. This time, the majority of the fans boo McCool’s actions.] Cliff Anderson:: What’s McCool doing? He’s got the win. He should take it. Daniel Maddox:: He doesn’t want the win. He wants to hurt the Phenom. He wants to make an example out of him. [McCool drags Sadistic’s limp carcass off the mat and again positions him in the center of the ring. McCool raises one finger into the air, signaling one more Facelift for the Phenom. McCool bounces off the ropes again and throws another clothesline, but Sadistic drops underneath it. A stunned McCool spins around, but Sadistic grabs him by the head and begins biting his face! The crowd lets out a roar, now behind the heavily wounded, badly bleeding Sadistic!] Cliff Anderson:: Listen to this! The fans are behind the Phenom now! McCool has turned this crowd against him! [Sadistic finishes chomping away on McCool’s face and boots him in the gut. Sadistic hooks McCool’s head for the Sadistic DDT, but McCool shoves Sadistic hard into the corner, causing globs of blood to fly our of Sadistic’s face. Sadistic looks like he’s about to pass out as he stumbles out of the corner. McCool hits the ropes and throws a vicious Facelift. Again, Sadistic ducks it. McCool spins around right into a kick to the gut by the Phenom. Sadistic locks McCool’s head and drives him through the mat with the Sadistic DDT as the place erupts. Sadistic uses his last bit of strength to cover McCool and hook the leg. 1…2…3! Freedom Hall echoes with thunderous cheers as Sadistic rolls over in a pool of his own blood.] Daniel Maddox:: We have a new champion! Sadistic is the new Heavyweight Champion! Cliff Anderson:: McCool’s undefeated reign of terror is over! [“Paint it Black” by the Rolling Stones starts up again as trainers rush out from the back to tend to Sadistic. They help Sadistic out of the ring and carry him to the back as McCool watches on in a state of disbelief. The fans continue cheering as the blood-covered Sadistic is rushed to the back to get patched up. The shot switches to the backstage area where we last saw Mindy Rollins-Youngblood and Donny J. McNasty.] |
| We’re losing her… |
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[Griffin Youngblood comes down the hallway to the parking
lot carrying his bags with a huge smile across his face. The smile
quickly vanishes when he gets into the parking lot and sees an
ambulance. Griffin finds several E.M.T.s trying to remove a bloody Mindy Rollins-Youngblood from the smashed windshield of a Buick. He immediately drops all of his luggage and begins to hurry
toward the scene. He is stopped by a security guard on the way.] Security Guard:: Please stand back, sir. Griffin Youngblood:: WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON?! Security Guard:: Sir, please stay back. There's been an incident. Griffin Youngblood:: AN INCIDENT?! THAT'S MY WIFE GOD DAMMIT! [The security guard appears both shocked and sympathetic. He steps aside to let Griffin through. Griffin rushes to the E.M.T.s to see what is happening.] Griffin Youngblood:: What happened? Who did this? [He has the somewhat divided attention of one of the younger E.M.T.s.] Young E.M.T.:: Don't know, man. Someone attacked this lady. Griffin Youngblood:: Who was it? Young E.M.T.:: Couldn't tell you. They just radioed that someone found a woman all bloodied up on a car and we came. Don't know if she's going to make it. Griffin Youngblood:: WHAT?! Young E.M.T.:: Hey, her vital signs aren't too good. Now could you get out of the way so we can take care of this? [We get a good look at Mindy, covered in blood. Her skin is pale and she appears very lifeless. They have her in a neck brace, but she looks tiny in it. Griffin is becoming a horrid mix of worried and angry as he follows along. The stretcher Mindy has been placed on is placed into the back of the ambulance.] Griffin Youngblood:: I will not get out of the way! THAT'S MY WIFE! [The E.M.T.s appear stunned. Finally one of them, an older woman that is possibly the head of the group, speaks up.] Head E.M.T.:: Then you better hop in the back, sir, because we're taking her to the emergency room right now. [Griffin is left silent. He looks both ways, just in case he sees a clue that could lead him to know who the attacker was, but finds nothing. Giving into the worry over the anger, he climbs into the back of the ambulance, looking over his wife as the E.M.T.s shut the doors. A moment later and the ambulance peels away, it's siren blaring on its way to the hospital.] Cliff Anderson:: Please tell me that Donny McNasty isn’t responsible for this… |
| The New Chosen |
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[The crowd is still silent from the horrific scenes that we’ve just witnessed, but the sight of Richard Cormier on the screen is enough to drag some hearty boos out of them. He’s in an office, still dressed in his too-tight wrestling gear, talking to somebody just off-screen.] Richard Cormier:: No, no. I don’t need you to come out during my match. Trust me, I’ve got this match in the bag. I’ve taken out a little insurance policy, you could say. But, I am gonna need you guys at the end of the night, so make sure you have enough energy. [Cormier gives a motion of dismissal, then begins sliding his elbow pads into place for his upcoming match against Bryant Dean.] Richard Cormier:: After tonight, the Chosen will be unstoppable. The A.W.A. will be unstoppable. And I can’t wait to see the look on his face… |
| Prepared for War |
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[The camera switches over to a shot of Richard Cormier’s opponent. Bryant Dean is walking down the hallway towards the ring with a steel chair in hand. Upon seeing the owner of the S.W.F. on the A.W.A.-Tron, the fans erupt into cheers. A small chant even starts up.] Crowd:: S.W.F.! S.W.F.! S.W.F.! [A faint smile reaches the lips of the S.W.F. owner as the chants reach his ears, but there’s no mistake about it. Bryant Dean is ready to whip some ass.] |
| Riptide vs. Massacre Louisville Street Fight: Richard Cormier vs. Bryant Dean |
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 Richard Cormier 6'2" 202 lbs. Non-Wrestler | |  Bryant Dean 6'2" 230 lbs. Non-Wrestler |
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[“F*ck It” by Seether blasts over the speakers and the crowd goes wild. After a few seconds Bryant Dean walks out from the back with a steel chair in hand. The fans cheer even louder as Dean makes his way down the ramp through the steel tunnel of beams and mesh. However, the cheers quickly turn to boos as Richard Cormier sprints out from the back with what looks to be a crowbar in hand. Sensing that something is wrong, Dean turns around just in time to lay the steel chair across the side of Cormier’s head! The fans explode as Cormier falls like a little woman.] Daniel Maddox:: HELLO Richard Cormier! Ha ha! [Dean begins laying the boots to Cormier as he curls up into the fetal position. Dean gives him a whack with the steel chair for good measure, then begins fishing around under the ring for…a wooden table! The fans begin to buzz as Dean sets the table up near the ring apron.] Cliff Anderson:: Folks, this is a Louisville Street Fight! Anything goes! And I don’t think I need to remind everybody that the fate of Riptide and Massacre is up in the air. [After setting the table up, Dean returns to Cormier, who has managed to make it to his knees. Dean grabs Cormier by the hair, but Cormier delivers a straight jab to Dean’s crotchable area. Dean doubles over in pain while the crowd hisses at the A.W.A. owner. Cormier grabs his crowbar and lays it across the back of Dean’s knee, then begins hammering him in the ribs with it. Deciding he’s had enough, Cormier drops the bar and pulls Dean to his feet. Cormier places Bryant Dean on the wooden table, then climbs up onto the ring apron. Deciding that the ring apron isn’t high enough, Cormier climbs up onto the second turnbuckle. The fans come to their feet as Cormier measures Dean, then takes flight. Cormier lands with something that somewhat resembles a legdrop, but Dean rolls out of the way. Cormier smashes through the table and hits hard as the fans roar!] Daniel Maddox:: A high risk move by the owner of the A.W.A., and he hit hard! Jimmy Fields:: What an idiot! Jack Deruke:: What your mouth, f*ckface. [Dean pulls a dazed Cormier to his feet and rolls him into the ring before grabbing the steel chair. Cormier makes it to his knees to find Dean waiting for him with the steel chair raised overhead. Cormier doesn’t even have time to react as Dean smashes the chair down over his head with such force that it knocks Cormier’s toupee off! The crowd breaks out into hysterical laughter as Dean drops down to make the cover. 1…2…No!] Cliff Anderson:: What in the hell is he doing out here?! [Revilation is in the ring and he hammers Dean across the back of the head before the referee can reach a three-count. Revilation pulls Dean up off the mat and plants him with the Sacrifyce in the center of the ring. Revilation pulls Cormier over and drapes his limp arm across Cormier’s chest before rolling out of the ring.] Daniel Maddox:: No! Not like this! [1…2…3! The fans shower the ring with garbage as Cormier rolls out of the ring in a daze. Cormier and Revilation exit up the ramp as Dean winces in pain in the center of the ring. Revilation snatches a sign from one of the fans positioned along the aisle and uses it to cover Cormier’s shiny, bald head as they disappear behind the curtain.] Jimmy Fields:: This is a travesty! Jack Deruke:: I knew old Dicky would pull it off… |
| Interview: Arkham |
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[The camera cuts to the backstage area where we find Douglas Baggins with a microphone in hand. He’s standing beside the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil, which rouses a loud cheer from the fans. Arkham’s body is covered in a mixture of sweat and water and his read hair is pulled up into a ponytail on the top of his head.] Douglas Baggins:: I’m here with Mandrake to get a few words on his upcoming match against Haze. Are you nervous? Arkham:: Actually, it’s Arkham. And yeah, I’m nervous. This is one of the biggest matches in my career as well as the history of the A.W.A. and the S.W.F. When people look back at the careers of myself and Haze, this is what’s going to stand out to them. All of the great matches that we’ve had. Douglas Baggins:: What can we expect out there tonight? Arkham:: The unexpected. By the way, where’s Reece Williams? Douglas Baggins:: She refused to interview you after you spit in her face last time… Arkham:: Oh. Well, I’ve got some ladders to jump off of… Douglas Baggins:: Wait, do you have any big moves planned? Any special strategies? Anything? Arkham:: Look, all I’m gonna say is that you won’t be disappointed... [With that, the Crimson Demon turns and disappears from sight.] |
Ladder Match: Arkham vs. Haze | Southeast Heritage Championship |
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 Arkham 6'3" 217 lbs. Daredevil 20/5/0 | |  Haze 6'3" 225 lbs. High Flyer 24/6/0 |
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[The fans are already cheering for this match, and neither of the competitors have come out yet. There is a ten foot ladder erected on each side of the ring between the apron and the guardrail. Four tables have been stacked at the bottom of the ramp, two on top of the other two. The arena is primed for a war.] Cliff Anderson:: Can you feel that? I’m already getting goosebumps. Daniel Maddox:: I know what you mean… [“Again” (Tattoo of Pain Mix) by Alice in Chains starts up, and out walks the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil. The cheers are nearly deafening as Arkham stands at the top of the ramp with his arms at his side and his chin lowered. Smoke rises all around him as his wet hair hangs all around his face. Arkham heads down the ramp as the aisle fills with the smoke. The fans continue to cheer as the daredevil weaves his way around the tables and ladder and climbs into the ring. He hops up onto the nearest turnbuckle and gazes out into the fans.] Cliff Anderson:: The risk for injury will be very high tonight. I’m praying for each man’s safety. [“Hail to the Chief” starts up and out comes the Idaho senator, Jonathan Haze. His ovation is identical to Arkham’s in intensity. The smoke from Arkham’s entrance is still fading away as Haze stands at the top of the ramp with his red, white, and blue tights and a match top hat. Red, white, blue, and gold pyros blasts off behind him as he holds his hands up to the heavens. After the fireworks finish, Haze heads down the ramp. He walks around the tables, but rather than go around the ladder, he walks directly under it.] Jimmy Fields:: Leave it to Haze to slap superstition in the face… [Haze enters the ring and stares across the canvas into the eyes of his good friend, Arkham. Arkham returns the stare as referee Mitch Horton checks with both men before calling for the bell. The fans start clapping as the friends circle one another. They lock up and Haze drives Arkham back into the corner. Haze gives the daredevil a clean break and they resume circling again. Again they lock up, but this time Arkham drives Haze back into the corner. Arkham gives a clean break, and the fans applaud the good sportsmanship by both men.] Daniel Brooks:: They may be good friends now, but we’ll see how long it takes before they throw the pleasantries out the window. [They lock up again and Arkham takes the initiate by locking on a side headlock. Haze shoots Arkham into the ropes, then drops to his stomach. Arkham leaps over him and rebounds off the other side. Arkham goes for a spear, but Haze leapfrogs him. Arkham flies through the ropes and nails one of the erected ladders at ringside! The ladder tips over and comes down across the head of Jack Deruke, knocking him senseless! The fans erupt into cheers as Deruke falls out of his seat.] Jimmy Fields:: I guess I’m not the only one that couldn’t stand him… [Arkham staggers to his feet on the outside as Haze jumps up onto the top turnbuckle and measures Arkham. When Arkham turns, Haze comes off the top rope with a missile dropkick. Arkham sidesteps and slaps Haze’s feet out from under him, causing him to fly through the commentator’s table! The table busts into pieces as the remaining three announcers are sent diving for cover! Haze is hurting in a bad way as the crowd starts to chant.] Crowd:: Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Cliff Anderson:: Jeepers! I don’t think they had anything against Jack. I just think they don’t like commentators in general… [As Haze is down and out on the outside of the ring, Arkham takes the opportunity to slide one of the ten-footers into the ring. He then begins digging under the ring and pulls out a table. Sliding the table into the ring, Arkham pulls Haze up off the ground and throws him into the ring. Arkham sets up the table, then erects the ladder and positions it in the center of the ring. Haze hammers Arkham from behind, the slams him with a belly-to-back suplex. Haze lifts the table and lays it across the top ropes in the corner as Arkham regains his vertical base. Haze boots him in the gut, then DDTs him. The senator pulls Arkham up off the mat and places him up onto the table that’s draped across the top ropes in the corner.] Cliff Anderson:: What’s going on here? [The camera gets a nice shot of the Southeast Heritage Championship hanging from a loop several feet above the ring as Haze makes his way over to the ladder and moves it closer to Arkham. Once in position, Haze climbs to the top of the ladder and looks down at Arkham in the corner. Haze sizes him up, then comes off the top with a Guillotine legdrop! The fans erupt as Haze smashes Arkham through the table! Arkham’s head and arm become caught up in the top rope as the recoil from the ropes ricochets Haze backwards into the ladder where he hits his head hard on the bottom rung. Haze clutches his head in pain as Arkham lies motionless draped across the top rope.] Daniel Maddox:: My God! That was insane! [Blood has started dripping from the back of Haze’s head, but he doesn’t let it stop him. Haze repositions the ladder beneath the hanging belt and begins to climb. Arkham slowly comes to and notices Haze going for the gold. Arkham bounces off the ropes and drives his shoulder into the ladder causing it to tip over. Haze flies off the ladder and lands neck-first across the top rope. The rope shoots Haze backwards into the ring where Arkham is waiting. The daredevil grabs the senator by the back of the head and hurls him over the top rope. Haze sails through the air sideways and collides side-first into one of the remaining ladders on the outside. The ladder does little break his fall, but it might have broken a rib. The ladder teeters across the guardrail above the heads of the front row fans as Haze clutches his ribs on the arena floor.] Cliff Anderson:: Good grief! He could have busted some ribs on that one! [Arkham exits the ring and goes after the senator with bad intention running through his mind. Arkham pulls the ladder off the guardrail and hurls it into the ring, then pulls Haze off the ground. Haze strikes with an uppercut, then uses Arkham’s pants for leverage to pull him into the steel ringsteps. Arkham and Haze are both stunned momentarily before sliding back into the ring. Arkham sets one ladder up in the center of the ring as Haze sets up the other. Both men climb opposite ladders in an attempt to reach the title. As both men reach the top, they begin trading blows back and forth. Neither man can gain an advantage, so Arkham attempts to kick Haze’s ladder over. Unfortunately, Haze had the same idea. As a result, both ladders are knocked over. Haze flies from the top of his ladder and crotches himself on the top rope, but Arkham isn’t as lucky. Arkham flies completely over the top rope and collides violently with another of the erected ladders on the outside of the ring!] Daniel Maddox:: This is insane! [Arkham has been cut open by the collision and is bleeding nicely from the forehead. Haze, on the other hand, rolls off the top rope and begins crawling towards one of the ladders. Haze props the ladder up in the center of the ring and slowly begins climbing. Arkham is nowhere to be found, and the fans start to cheer as Haze nears the top. In the blink of an eye, Arkham is back up on the ring apron. Haze reaches up for the title, but as he does so Arkham hops up onto the top rope and springboards across the ring with a missile dropkick and nails the ladder. The ladder is knocked out from under Haze. Haze, unprepared for such a violent jolt, loses his balance and falls awkwardly into the ladder. The crowd lets out a loud groan, but it quickly turns into frenzied cheering.] Crowd:: Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Jimmy Fields:: Damn, Haze might have seriously injured himself there… [Sure enough, once Arkham and Haze are finally able to move, Haze is heavily favoring his right arm. Arkham continues to bleed as he goes after Haze. He has Haze up against the ropes with a series of forearms to the head, then grabs a ladder. Gaining a running start, Arkham charges Haze with the ladder and smashes it into the face and chest of the senator. The momentum is so much so that it carries both men over the top rope in front of the four tables and last remaining ladder that is still standing at the bottom of the ramp. Haze is busted open and blood is trickling from a cut above his left eye. Arkham begins rummaging around under the ring and finally finds what he’s looking for.] Daniel Maddox:: You’ve gotta be kidding me… [Arkham pulls the twenty-foot ladder out from beneath the ring and the crowd goes wild. He moves the ladder around behind the four tables and sets it up at the bottom of the ramp. The ladder barely misses the steel and mesh tunnel as Arkham squeezes it in between the tables and the steel beam. Haze is back up and he drops Arkham with a running clothesline. Haze returns to the ringside area and pulls a table out from beneath the ring. Arkham is back up, but Haze waffles him with the table. Haze carries the table into the tunnel and sets it up in the middle of the aisle. Arkham comes after Haze, but the senator boots him in the mid-section, then pulls him in for a powerbomb. Haze lifts Arkham into the air and holds him there for a moment as the crowd comes to its feet.] Cliff Anderson:: He’s gonna powerbomb Arkham through that table! [Arkham looks up and notices the steel mesh roofing above him and grabs hold. Haze goes to slam Arkham down, but Arkham hands on. Wiggling free, Arkham kicks Haze away, then swings down free of the table and lands on the ground beside Haze. Arkham slams Haze’s face into the table, then begins climbing up the twenty-footer. The crowd begins to cheer as Haze moves around to the side of the ladder closest to the ring and follows Arkham up. Both men reach the top of the ladder at nearly the same time and begin hammering each other with rights and lefts as they tower over the crowd. Haze thrusts Arkham in the throat, then sets him up for a superplex.] Jimmy Fields:: No way… Daniel Maddox:: Don’t do it! [Haze attempts to suplex Arkham off the ladder through the pair of double-decker tables below, but Arkham holds on. Losing patience, Haze headbutts Arkham repeatedly. Arkham loses his balances and fall off the ladder…but he lands on the mesh roofing of the tunnel only ten feet below. The mesh strains beneath his weight but doesn’t give way. Haze gazes down at Arkham’s prone body on the mesh, then out into the sea of fans. They begin to buzz as Haze climbs to the top of the ladder and stands there perched some twenty feet in the air. Flashbulbs flash as Haze takes flight. He smashes Arkham with a big splash from the top of the ladder and the force is so much that the mesh roofing gives way! Both men plummet ten more feet to the cold concrete, smashing through the wooden table on the way down!!! The crowd explodes into wild cheering!] Daniel Maddox:: Oh my God!!! Cliff Anderson:: We need some help out here right now! Crowd:: S.W.F.! S.W.F.! S.W.F.! [Both men are laying amidst mesh, table debris, and blood as the fans continue to cheer. It’s a few minutes before they begin moving again. Both men look to be hurt pretty bad, but neither will stay down. Haze begins climbing the twenty-foot ladder again and the cheers amplify. Arkham follows him up. Haze steps off the ladder and onto the metal beam of the tunnel roof. Arkham is right behind him but Haze is waiting and begins hammering Arkham before he can get off the ladder. Arkham loses his balance and the ladder gives way beneath him falling out into the crowd. Arkham reaches out and grabs the metal beam as security retrieves the ladder. Haze loses his balance and falls to his hands and knees. He reaches over the beam and begins hammering Arkham with big right hands. Arkham loses his grip in one hand and looks about ready to fall. In a last ditch effort, Arkham spews forth a mixture of blood and blue mist into the eyes of Haze. Blinded, Haze backs away from Arkham and blindly feels his way along the metal beams while trying to wipe the mixture from his eyes. Arkham takes the opportunity to pull himself up onto the beam.] Cliff Anderson:: I don’t even know how these two men are still walking… [Haze stands precariously on one corner of the tunnel as Arkham slowly walks towards him while trying to maintain his balance. Arkham sets in on Haze and hammers him with a big right hand. All the blinded senator can do is push Arkham away. Arkham stumbles backwards and nearly falls off the beam down into the fans but he manages to maintain his balance as he staggers away from haze up the aisle. Seeing Haze on the edge of the tunnel, Arkham sizes him up, then takes a running start. Haze wipes the mist from his eyes, then slowly opens them just in time to see Arkham running full boar at him across the steel beam. He doesn’t even have time to react as he’s hammered with a jarring spear that carries both men off the top of the tunnel down through the four tables below them! Wood particles fly in all directions as both men lay motionless in the wreckage!] Cliff Anderson:: This is sick! Somebody needs to stop this match before these two kids kill themselves! Crowd:: S.W.F.! S.W.F.! S.W.F.! [E.M.T.s rush out to check on the condition of both men, but after a few minutes it’s decided that both men can continue. Arkham is the first to stir as not a fan in Freedom Hall is sitting. The cheers are loud and continuous as Arkham rolls into the ring. Haze isn’t too far behind him. Arkham sets the ladder up beneath the belts and begins climbing but Haze is there to pull him down. The daredevil lands hard on his back as Haze begins to climb instead. Arkham crawls over and tips the ladder over. Haze falls flat on his stomach and both men are hurting badly by this point. Both men are bleeding severely and are pretty banged up inside and out. Arkham folds the ladder up, then grabs it by the bottom rung and begins swinging it around in a circle…] Cliff Anderson:: What in the world is Arkham doing with that ladder? [Haze slowly stands, and it’s at this point that the dizzying Arkham moves in. Swinging the ladder full force like a baseball bat, he drills Haze in the back of the head! Haze crumples to the mat as the sound of the blow echoes throughout the arena. The arena goes silent for a minute as the dizzied Arkham falls to his hands and knees.] Daniel Maddox:: He may have just caved Haze’s skull in… [After a few moments, the fans begin to cheer once again. Haze is bleeding pretty badly from the head now as Arkham sets up the ladder and begins to climb. With Haze showing no signs of life, the fans begin to chair. Arkham slowly climbs until the belt is within his reach. Just as he’s about to secure the title, the ladder begins shaking. The fans cheer once more as Arkham shakes the ladder from his knees. Arkham holds on as Haze moves around to the opposite side and begins to climb. Arkham reaches up for the belt again, but Haze meets him with a punch to the stomach.] Cliff Anderson:: I don’t know why, but they just won’t…stay…down. [Haze reaches the top of the ladder and both men reach up for the belt. At the last second Haze spews a mouthful red mist and blood into the eyes of Arkham. The fans erupt as Haze reaches up and grabs the title. However, Arkham is still reaching blindly for the title and grabs hold just as Haze unfastens the belt. Both men fall from the top of the ladder with the belt in hand. When they land, they’re both still grasping for the title. The fans around confused as the bell rings. The referee grabs the title, but neither man will relinquish his grip. Both men are too tired to hold on any longer and the referee pulls the belt away from them.] |
| Back to the limo. |
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[Bryant Dean walks down the ramp, obviously still hurting from his encounter earlier in the night with Cormier, and enters the ring. As he’s doing so, the camera cuts away to the backstage area. The backdoor to the white limo is wide open and a purple shirt is hanging from the door. The camera pans around the see a shirtless man in a pair of silver pants walking towards the arena. The feed cuts out just before the camera can zoom in.] Cliff Anderson:: Who in the hell is that? And who is the winner of the ladder match? |
| And the winner is... |
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[The camera returns to the ring where Bryant Dean is holding the Southeast Heritage Championship in one hand and a microphone in the other. Billy Sadistic has come down to the ring with bandaged wound around his head to check on his good friends. Arkham and Haze are in opposite corners and they both look to be in really bad shape. Both are bleeding profusely and are pretty busted up. Dean raises the microphone to his mouth as the crowd quiets.] Bryant Dean:: First off, let me start off by thanking the both of you. I’d like to thank you for being a part of the S.W.F. I’d like to thank you for coming out here and putting on a great show for these great fans here in Louisville. [The fans erupt into cheers.] Bryant Dean:: And I’d like to thank you for doing the S.W.F. proud! [Again the crowd roars.] Bryant Dean:: Now, as everybody saw, both men hit the mat while holding the belt, and as a result, I’m going to have to declare both Arkham and Haze co-Southeast Heritage Champions once again. [Dean waits on the crowd’s reaction, but they’re silent. After a few moments, the fans begin clapping. Sadistic begins clapping. Every last person in Freedom Hall stands and begins clapping in a show of appreciation of the brutality they’ve just witnessed. Dean’s face is split by a beaming smile as both Arkham and Haze raise an arm in the air in thanks of the fan support. The applause continues for several minutes as the three men stand in the ring.] Daniel Maddox:: What a show of appreciation by these fans. This is living proof that the Kentucky fans are the greatest fans in the world! [Dean motions both men into the center of the ring, and they approach him. He grabs each man by a wrist and raises their arms in victory. Both men wince. The fans let out a wave of cheers as Dean grabs the microphone once again.] Bryant Dean:: Now, with that said, I just wanna… |
| Picking sides. |
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[“All in the Suit that you Wear” by Stone Temple Pilots hits, and all of the positive energy in the arena turns negative. The boos come from everywhere as Richard Cormier walks out from the back with Kris Kartier and Revilation standing on either side of him. He’s got a microphone in hand as well. He begins talking as he and the Insurance Policy make their way through the rubble on their way to the ring.] Richard Cormier:: Dean, I must say…that was a great match. I should also tell you that the odds aren’t looking too good for you. You see, I promised that I’d unveil the new Chosen here tonight, and I always keep my promises… [Cormier has three red t-shirts with him, all of them with A.W.A. logos on the front. Cormier, Kartier, and Revilation all enter the ring and surround Dean. Dean looks trapped. He glances at A.S.H., then at Cormier and his goons. Cormier shakes out the red shirts, then throws one to each member of A.S.H. The fans begin booing as Arkham, Sadistic, and Haze all look down at the shirts they’ve just received. A huge smile comes across Cormier’s face as he bails out of the ring to witness his master plan unfold.] Daniel Maddox:: I don’t believe this. A.S.H. has joined the Chosen and Bryant Dean is all alone in the ring! [Kartier and Revilation head straight for Dean. Before they can get to Dean, A.S.H. is all over them! The crowd erupts as Sadistic, Haze, and Arkham begin hammering away on Kartier and Revilation. Kartier and Revilation fight back against the weakened A.S.H. as the fans begin chanting.] Crowd:: S.W.F.! S.W.F.! S.W.F.! [Suddenly, Plaz Bastardo appears out of the crowd and blindsides Haze from behind. The fans begin booing Plaz as he hammers on Haze from behind. Dean won’t stand for it, though, as he grabs Plaz from behind and throws him to the mat! The fans erupt but the numbers are just too much for A.S.H. in their weakened state.] Cliff Anderson:: With the hell that A.S.H. has been through tonight, it’s a wonder how they’re all still standing. [Suddenly, “Hair of the Dog” by Nazareth blasts over the speakers. The fans begin cheering as Josh McCool sprints out from the back. However, Richard Cormier moves into position to block his path. McCool doesn’t look like he intends on stopping as he winds up with the Facelift. Just before reaching Cormier, he stops and rather than throw a clothesline, he throws his arms around Cormier in a giant hug!] Daniel Maddox:: What the hell? Richard Cormier:: Get in there! [McCool nods and slides into the ring, then goes right for Sadistic! The boos are thunderous as Cormier’s boys lay waste to A.S.H. in the ring. Dean tries to help out, but he becomes a casualty also. Without warning, the arena goes black.] [The fans erupt as Larry Thompson runs out from the back. Richard Cormier moves into position to block Thompson’s path to the ring, but Thompson doesn’t show any signs of slowing. Thompson winds up for a clothesline…and nearly beheads the owner of the A.W.A.! The crowd is going bananas as Thompson slides into the ring and goes straight for Kartier. Thompson levels Kartier with a superkick, then clotheslines Revilation. Plaz goes after Thompson but gets planted with the Next of Kin Notification! The crowd is on their feet as Thompson and McCool begin brawling while everybody else tries to recover.] Cliff Anderson:: Wait a minute, is Larry Thompson joining the S.W.F., or does he just wanna kick somebody’s ass? Daniel Maddox:: Not a clue… [After a few seconds, all of the wrestlers in the ring have begun brawling again. The opening riff to “I Believe in a Thing Called Love” by the Darkness blasts over the speakers and the fans are shocked! They all turn to the entrance to see if their ears are deceiving them, but the arrival of Brian Zane assures them that their hearing is just fine. The place goes crazy as the shirtless Perfect Prima Donna struts down the ramp to the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: That’s Brian Zane! What in the hell is he doing back? He was fired! [As Zane nears the ring, he breaks into a dead sprint and slides in under the bottom rope. He finds his target and takes him to the mat with a spear, followed by several punches to the head. The fans’ cheers quickly turn to boos.] Daniel Maddox:: And he’s going after Billy Sadistic? [Zane hammers away on Sadistic as the massive brawl continues. Kartier and Thompson are going at it on the outside of the ring as Plaz works over the injured Haze. McCool is putting the boots to Arkham while Revilation brutalizes Bryant Dean in the corner.] Cliff Anderson:: Fans, we’ll see you at Riptide. Goodnight everybody! [The fans continue to boo as MegaBrawl fades to black.] |
