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| Location: | Arena: | Date: | Attendence: | Event Rating: |
| Grady Cole Center | Charlotte, North Carolina | 08/02/05 | 3,000 |
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| Introduction |
Voiceover:: Riptide is being brought to you by Richard Cormier…a man who is paying for public access broadcasting in selected areas throughout Kentucky, North Carolina, Virginia, and West Virginia out of his own pocket. But that’s okay, because P.B.S. sucks anyways…bitch! [The A.W.A. logo slowly fades out, and is replaced by a logo that is new to Riptide…]  [The appearance of the S.W.F. logo brings a wave of cheers from the fans in attendance. The black and blue slowly bleeds away revealing a packed house in the Grady Cole Center. “We Die Young” by Alice in Chains erupts over the high-quality speakers inside the arena, and the fans come to their feet. Cliff Anderson and Jack Deruke make their way out to their table at ringside to kickoff the show. Anderson is dressed formally, as always, but his color commentating counterpart isn’t garbed as cordially, opting to wear a sleeveless Faded Glory t-shirt and a worn pair of denim shorts. As the duo gets situated, the camera pans around the sold out arena.] Ash to Ash, Dust to Dust. Brian Zane is the greatest T.V. Champ of all time! Please don’t drop a cage on us… Cliff Anderson:: Ladies and gents, welcome to a new era in the A.W.A.! That’s right, tonight, Riptide is being brought to you by the A.W.A. and the S.W.F.! And, let me be the first to point out that that annoying little W.H.R.O. puppet, Oxford Flanigan, was thrown out on his little English backside! Jack Deruke:: That jerky little prick, I almost had to slap his nuts around to the back of his ass! Cliff Anderson:: For those of you that didn’t catch Symphony of Destruction this past Saturday, you missed a great show. Brian Zane defeated Rich Verboncour for the Television Championship, Glitz and Glamour walked away with the Tag Team Titles, and Josh McCool took the Heavyweight Championship away from James Nightbane. Jack Deruke:: And don’t forget about A.S.H., ya silly little bastard! Cliff Anderson:: After a bloody, gruesome battle between brothers Billy Sadistic and Mandrake, the two brothers reunited, along with close friend Haze, to reform A.S.H., one of the most dominant stables in wrestling history. Jack Deruke:: I think yer fergetting one last match… Cliff Anderson:: Well, you were there. Why don’t you tell them about it? Jack Deruke:: Hey, are you callin’ me on? |
| The Aftermath |
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[“All in the Suit that you Wear” by Stone Temple Pilots plays over the P.A. system, and out walks Richard Cormier, half-owner of the A.W.A./S.W.F. Anderson and Deruke continue to squabble as Cormier makes his way to the ring with a glum look on his face. Stepping into the ring, he pulls a mic out from inside his coat and taps it a few times to make sure it’s on. The fans boo the evil owner, but tonight it doesn’t affect him.] Richard Cormier:: Do you fans know what the meaning of “getting screwed” is? And I’m not talking about the stuff you big, tough rednecks do with your sisters. [The boos intensify, but Cormier uncharacteristically gains no joy from the anger his insult has caused.] Richard Cormier:: Getting screwed. This past Saturday, at Symphony of Destruction, Richard Cormier was screwed! This past Saturday, Richard Cormier was screwed by two men… Jack Deruke:: At the same time? Cliff Anderson:: Knock it off! Richard Cormier:: Bryant Dean and Haze. These are the two men that have screwed me over. The two men that have spun my world upside down. Haze, my own Chosen Champion, had the nerve…the gall…to stab me, Richard Cormier, in the back by laying down for that out-of-shape has been, Bryant Dean. Haze, you decided to slap me in the face, so to speak, and what a costly slap it was. Millions of dollars, Haze, is what you’ve cost me. [The crowd begins cheering after hearing the misery that Cormier is going through.] Richard Cormier:: How much did Dean have to pay you, Jonathan? How big was the check that was able to hold your shoulders to the mat? A thousand? A couple thousand? Ten thousand? Fifty thousand? However much it was, I hope it was worth it. I hope it’s worth the never-ending supply of pain and suffering that you’ve just bought yourself. I hope… [“F*ck it” by Seether hits the Grady Cole Center, and the crowd comes to its feet. Bryant Dean walks out from the back in a nice black and dark blue suit with a broad grin splitting his trimmed goatee. He walks down the aisle and climbs into the ring, grabbing a microphone for himself.] Bryant Dean:: Richard… Richard Cormier:: What? Bryant Dean:: Shut up! [Cormier’s face turns an angry shade of red as the fans erupt into both cheers and laughter.] Bryant Dean:: Now, you wanna know how much I paid Haze to lay down for me? What makes you so sure he laid down at all? After all, I pinned him with a legitimate suplex right in the middle of the ring… Richard Cormier:: Wait just a God damned minute! Are you trying to deny that Haze laid down for you? You’re going to come out here with a straight face and say that you, a broken down old business man, was able to beat Haze, one of the greatest wrestlers in the world today, fair and square? Bryant Dean:: I’m not denying anything. But I’m not acknowledging anything, either. Richie, I guess you’ll never know what happened, will you? [Again, Cormier’s face colors from anger. Dean simply smiles.] Richard Cormier:: Look, I’m a busniness man, and you’re a business man, so let’s do business. Since you’re obviously a man that likes to deal in money, I’ve come prepared. [Cormier reaches into his coat’s inside pocket and produces a checkbook and an ink pen. He licks his fingers, then begins thumbing through his checkbook until he finds the first blank check.] Richard Cormier:: Okay, Dean, how much is it gonna cost me for my other half of the company back? How much to end this pointless squabbling once and for all? [Dean seems insulted by Cormier’s proposition, and the fans begin booing. Dean raises the mic to his mouth with a steady hand.] Bryant Dean:: It’s not for sale. Richard Cormier:: Seriously, c’mon. How much? I’ve got the money, and I want my company back, so how much is it gonna cost to get you and your henchmen out of here for good? Bryant Dean:: I told you it’s not for sale. Richard Cormier:: Look, I’ve got the pen ready. Just tell me how many “zeros” to put after this “one”, and we can put all of this behind us. Just tell me. How many “zeros”? Bryant Dean:: None! It’s not for sale! Richard Cormier:: None? No “zeros”? So you just want one dollar? Well, if you insist… [Losing his patience, Dean snatches the checkbook out of Richard’s hand. Dean begins ripping checks out of the book and throwing them in the air as the fans let out an appreciative roar. Cormier watches on in horror as Dean rips every last check out of the book, then tosses the remains on the ground.] Richard Cormier:: You no good son of a bitch! I oughta… [Cormier takes a step towards Dean, but Dean meets him halfway and grabs him by the collar of the shirt with his free hand.] Bryant Dean:: You oughta what? Get your ass kicked right here in Charlotte, North Carolina? [The fans erupt as Cormier tries to plead innocence.] Bryant Dean:: You just had your ass handed to you at Symphony of Destruction. I’d hate to have to hand it to you twice in one week… Richard Cormier:: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. As a matter of fact, I was just leaving… [Dean does the classy thing and releases Cormier, causing the fans to boo.] Cliff Anderson:: These fans wanted to see Dean stomp the snot out of Cormier… [Cormier heads to the ropes as Dean turns and raises his arms into the air, cementing the S.W.F.’s presence in the company. Unfortunately, with his back turned, Dean doesn’t see Cormier coming at him with a boot aimed directly at his groin.] Cliff Anderson:: Cormier just nailed Dean with a low blow, and Dean is down! Jack Deruke:: Nothin’ but meat! [As Dean falls to the mat in great pain, Cormier quickly bails out of the ring and runs to the back. The fans raise hell as Cormier disappears to the back, leaving the proud owner of the S.W.F. on his knees.] |
| Pink Slip |
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[The camera catches up with Cormier as he storms through the backstage area. Although he just dropped the co-owner of the A.W.A./S.W.F. to his knees, he’s still in a foul mood. He rounds a corner and runs right into the chest of James Nightbane. Cormier nearly falls while Nightbane winces and stumbles back, clutching his ribs while trying to awkwardly hold onto his crutches. The fans let out a cheer for the former Heavyweight Champion as they watch on the A.W.A.-Tron.] Richard Cormier:: You! James Nightbane:: Me! Richard Cormier:: Do you have any idea how many lawsuits have been filed against me because of that little stunt you pulled at Symphony?! James Nightbane:: Heh, heh. Well, I’m sure there are quite a few… Richard Cormier:: Are you laughing? Do you think this is funny?! Several fans were seriously injured, and you have the nerve to laugh?!?! James Nightbane:: Um…yeah. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not doing too hot myself. Richard Cormier:: You? Who cares about you?! [The fans let out a cheer in favor of Nightbane.] James Nightbane:: From the sound of things, they dig James Nightbane. [His suspicions are confirmed as they let out another cheer. Nightbane gives Cormier a giant grin. Cormier can’t handle it anymore, and he explodes.] Richard Cormier:: You think you’re so damn cute?! You think you’re some big star here in the A.W.A.? Well I’ve got news for you, partner. Richard Cormier MADE James Nightbane! You’re a nobody! You’re no superstar! You’re not a champion. Hell, as far as I’m concerned, you’re not even James Nightbane anymore! From now on, you’re just plain old Larry! [Nightbane’s face quickly turns serious as he glares a hole through Cormier. Nightbane’s face becomes so contorted with anger that his words barely escape his clenched teeth.] 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! [Nightbane lunges at Cormier, letting his crutches fall to the ground. He wraps his hands around Cormier’s throat, but before any serious damage can be done, a barbed-wire Singapore cane whizzes into view cracking Nightbane in his injured ribs. Nightbane lets out a guttural snarl, but still continues to fight through the pain and choke Cormier. Unfortunately, the second cane shot is too much, and Nightbane falls to the ground clutching his injured ribs. The fans boo loudly as Kris Kartier steps into view and continues to wear out Nightbane with his barbed weapon. Cormier slowly stands and regains his composure as Kartier lays in shot after shot to Nightbane’s banged up torso, causing the Dark One to bleed from the mouth.] Richard Cormier:: Get him…out…of here! [Cormier and Kartier each grab an arm and drag Nightbane down the hall, around the corner, and out the front door. A black sedan is waiting. Cormier yells at the driver, and he quickly pops the trunk open. Cormier and Kartier stuff Nightbane into the trunk and slam it shut.] Richard Cormier:: I don’t care where you’re headed, just make sure you end up in HELL! [Cormier slaps his hand against the trunk of the car as the driver speeds off, whisking Nightbane away from the Grady Cole Center. Despite having vanquished one of his most hated foes, Cormier’s face is still wrinkled into a pitiful frown that resembles a prune.] |
| The NEW A.W.A. Heavyweight Champion |
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[The camera returns to ringside. An unedited version of "Hair of the Dog" plays over the loudspeaker as "Son of a Bitch" Josh McCool makes his way from the back. On his back he carries a velvet sack, like a demented version of Santa Claus. Making his way into the ring, he demands a microphone.] Josh McCool:: Cut the music! God damn, it's great to be here in Charlotte! [The crowd cheers for McCool's cheap pop.] Josh McCool:: And I am thrilled to be addressing you tonight as the new A.W.A. Heavyweight Champion! Unfortunately, that bastard James Nightbane - before he got injured, that is - had to go and burn the hell out of it. But don't you worry, folks, I took care of it. I had myself a new belt crafted, I think I should debut it tonight. [McCool pulls out his new belt. In the center is a silhouette of the Son of a Bitch, underneath which is the name "Son of a Bitch" Josh McCool. On the top are the words "Heavyweight Champion" in Olde English, and on top of the silhouette are the numbers 2 and 5, each screwed down for easy removal and denoting McCool's win total.] Josh McCool:: So...do you like it? [The crowd roars its approval.] Josh McCool:: Now, I know ol' Dick Cormier may wonder what happened to his belt, but Dickie Boy, don't worry, I made good use of that. Feast your eyes on this! [The Son of a Bitch pulls out a bottle of Mirror Pond Pale Ale and a solid gold goblet. The crowd quickly realizes that this is Cormier's reconstituted belt, melted down and made into a swingin' swiggin' glass! The crowd reacts with a mixture of laughter and cheers.] Josh McCool:: Well, Mister Cormier, here's to your fed...at least, the half you still have left. [The Heavyweight Champion pours his beer in the cup and downs it in one drink. Then he wipes his lips, throws his things back in his bag, save for his new belt, which he throws over his shoulder as his mood grows somber.] Josh McCool:: Now, as for you...Sadistic. [The crowd boos loudly in a hateful tribute to the Carnivore of Hardcore.] Josh McCool:: Billy...you piece of sh*t! You were my mentor, my friend...and you were willing to trash all that to crawl back to that slug Mandrake, or Arkham, whatever his name is. To turn your back on me and throw in with Arkham and his roach of a friend Haze must make you sick to your stomach. That you would beg back with them...I know it makes me sick. But all we had, all we've been through...doesn't mean anything now. Because I'm going to make you pay. I promise you, Billy, you WILL get your receipt. And when I deliver it, you'll pay with more than that shred of dignity you have left. I will do everything in my power to make sure that when I get a hold of you, it's the last time you ever set foot in a ring. [McCool throws down his mic, scoops up his bag, and heads to the back as the crowd sings his praises.] |
| Standard Match: Rich Verboncour vs. The False Marquis |
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 6'3" 245 lbs. Submission Grappler 4/5/1 |  |  6’2” 268 lbs. Brawler 1/3/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: Wow, some powerful words by the Heavyweight Champion. And we’re just now getting to the first match of the night. Rich Verboncour is set to take on the False Marquis. [Rich dominates the match from the onset, torturing the imposter with a variety of painful submission maneuvers. After about five minutes of punishment from the One Night Stand, the False Marquis is forced to tap out to Anesthesia. Rich exits the ring and celebrates with his father, Jerry Verboncour, as both men head up the aisle. As they’re heading to the back, Donny J. McNasty runs out from the back, blowing right past both men.] Cliff Anderson:: Here comes the Nomad! What’s he doing out here? |
| Alcohol-Fueled Redemption |
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Jack Deruke:: I’m not sure, but it looks like he’s gonna throw a real good f*ckin’ beatin’ on the False Marquis. [McNasty wastes no time in grabbing a steel chair and sliding into the ring. The False Marquis is still smarting from Anesthesia, but the Nomad doesn’t care. He’s here to kick ass, and that’s what he’s gonna do. The False Marquis turns right into a chairshot from the Nomad, and he flops to the mat like a beached whale. McNasty delivers a dozen more chairshots for good measure, denting the chair all sorts of crazy in the process. The fans are cheering wildly as McNasty hops up onto the second turnbuckle, motioning for some beer.] Jack Deruke:: I know that me an’ the Marquis go way back, but me an’ McNasty are drinkin’ buddies! [Deruke slides the top off of a cooler that he has placed beside him and pulls out a can of Guinness. He fires a few cans up at McNasty, who greedily chugs them down. Deruke even opens up a can himself and starts to guzzle.] Cliff Anderson:: Well, at least you brought the right kind this time… Jack Deruke:: Why, you want one? Cliff Anderson:: No, I’m quite alright. Jack Deruke:: Good! ‘Cause I wasn’t gonna give ya none anyway! [After chugging his fill of beers, McNasty grabs a microphone and begins stumbling/strutting around the ring.] Donny J. McNasty:: Marquis! Mad Marquis! You see this?! This is just a small sample of what I’m gonna do to your French bitch-ass! You’ve pissed off the King of Hardcore, so now he’s gonna piss ON you! Marquis, get your white flag waving ass out here right now so I can kick it! [McNasty drops the mic and rips off his “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” shirt, ready to beat down the Mad Marquis. The crowd erupts as they await the impending throwdown. Unfortunately, the Mad Marquis is nowhere to be found. After a few minutes, the crowd grows restless, and so does McNasty. He scoops up the mic as he heads out of the ring.] Donny J. McNasty:: You don’t wanna come out here? Fine, I’ll come back there. [McNasty drops the mic and jogs to the back as the crowd cheers him on. The False Marquis is left prone in the ring.] |
| One Mad Bastardo |
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[The camera pulls away from McNasty and finds Loki roaming around backstage. Something seems odd. He’s not slathered up in baby oil like he normally is. Also, his face isn’t twisted into some goofy grin. He looks serious. Actually, he looks quite unhappy as he roams the halls backstage. Eventually, he arrives at the door of Richard Cormier. Rather than knock, Loki just barges right in, catching Cormier in the middle of a phone call.] Richard Cormier:: Well tell them we can settle it out of court. Look, I don’t care if they want a hundred thousand. Just get it done. They last thing we need right now is bad publicity… [Cormier notices Loki and motions with his hand for him to go away.] Loki Bastardo:: Dick, I’ve lost my baby oil deal. The loss at Symphony was horrible exposure, and they’ve decided to pull out of the deal. What am I gonna do now? [Cormier looks irritated as he pulls the phone away and covers it with his hand.] Richard Cormier:: Not now, dammit. I’m trying to deal with some stuff right now. Important stuff. [Cormier removes his hand and brings the receiver back to his ear.] Loki Bastardo:: But this IS important! Dammit, Dick! You said you were gonna have a backup plan! What am I gonna do now? Without my baby oil, I’m not the Baby Oil Bandit! I’m just…the bandit… Richard Cormier:: Get out of here! Can’t you see that I’m busy?! Now get out! [Loki looks like his feelings have been hurt as he slowly turns and leaves the room, not even bothering to shut the door on the way out.] |
| A message. |
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[As Loki trudges down the hall, Kris Kartier and Revilation walk by. They pat their stablemate on the shoulder in an attempt to cheer the poor guy up, but he isn’t phased in the slightest. He continues on down the hall, leaving the Insurance Policy to simply shrug their shoulders. Kartier and Revilation enter their locker room, but only to find Kartier’s trademark barbed-wire Singapore cane propped up in the corner with a robe hanging from it. It’s the robe that the robed man wore when he attacked Kartier at Symphony. There’s a note attached to it. Kartier walks over and rips the note away from the robe, then reads it aloud.] Kris Kartier:: “Your worst Nyghtmare…” What the hell does that mean? [Kartier turns and looks at Revilation for an answer, but he simply shrugs. Kartier crumbles up the note and tosses it on the ground as both men are left in confusion.] |
| Standard Match: Fifteen Minute Time Limit: Brian Zane vs. 40 oz | Television Championship |
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 6'2" 225 lbs. Grappler 9/4/2 | |  6’6" 240 lbs. Powerhouse 1/6/2 |
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[The camera returns to the ring, where the newly-crowned Television Champion is set to defend his title against 40 oz.] Cliff Anderson:: Zane is going to annihilate this fool. Jack Deruke:: 40 oz may suck in the ring, but he prolly don’t taste too bad. [Zane destroys 40 oz from the opening bell. He physically dissects the bottle of booze before finally locking him in the Zane Vice. The Zane Vice is too much for Mr. Ounce, and he’s forced to tap out. Zane defeats 40 oz in less that three minutes to retain his Television Championship.] Cliff Anderson:: An excellent showing by Brian Zane, the four-time Television Champion. |
| Secret Admiration |
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[The camera cuts away to find McNasty rampaging somewhere backstage in his mad search for the Mad Marquis. However, his search is interrupted by the intrusion of a telegram. The delivery man delivers the note to McNasty, and the drunk superstar is stopped in his tracks. McNasty tears open the letter, then rubs his eyes, as if doing so will help him read while in this drunken state.] Cliff Anderson:: Look at McNasty…trying to pretend that the alcohol has something to do with his inability to read… Jack Deruke:: I’m gonna tell him you said that, fruitcake. [McNasty reads, but he slurs every other word…] Donny J. McNasty:: Myyyy Dearess Donny, I am glad you enjoyed your Keg of Guinness lass night and I am glad it gave you the shtrength and the will power to become the number one contender for the Atlantic Shampionship. If you ashk me, I think you are more than desherving of that title. You are one of the besht posshible people to represhent shuch a title. Donny, juss know I will come to you when the time ish right. All I ashk is that when you shee who it ish, you will feel the ssssame ash I do. I missh you, and I missh the great times we had before. If you don't feel the ssssame for me, just know that I care about you sho very much, no matter what you do. Take care, your shecret admirer. [McNasty examines the envelope that the letter came in, searching for a return address. Unable to find one, he looks up to ask the delivery man a question…but he’s already gone. Donny looks puzzled and has been completely sidetracked from his mission to find the Mad Marquis.] |
| One Bad Bastardo |
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[The camera cuts away from the drunken Nomad to find Loki still wandering the halls of the Grady Cole Center. He arrives at a door, and the crowd immediately begins booing. The nameplate on the door reads: A.S.H. Loki tries the handle, and the door opens revealing Arkham, Sadistic, and Haze all sitting around a table talking. As the door opens, all three heads turn in unison and lock on the younger Bastardo.] Loki Bastardo:: Um…Haze, can I talk to you for a second? [Haze rolls his eyes and flashes a smile towards Sadistic and Arkham.] Haze:: Yes, Loki. What do you want? Loki Bastardo:: Um…alone? Haze:: Loki, what do you want? We’re busy, so if you’ve got something you wanna say, then say it. [Loki looks a little agitated, but he keeps his composure.] Loki Bastardo:: Why’d you throw the match, Haze? Because of you, my baby oil supplier has pulled out of their deal with me! What am I gonna do now? Haze:: Loki, I don’t care what you do. Just get out of here. [Again, Loki looks hurt…this time by Haze’s words. He hangs his head and slowly turns to leave, but rather than leave, he turns and slams his fist down in the middle of the table!] Loki Bastardo:: No! Answer my question! You screwed over the A.W.A., you screwed over Dick, and you screwed over me! After all of these years that we’ve been friends, I think you owe me some answers! Now, why’d you throw that match? [Haze is caught off-guard by Loki’s sudden outburst.] Haze:: Loki, our friendship is a thing of the past. Now, you’d leave this room right now if you knew what was good for you. [Loki ponders the thought for a moment, then flips the table over and lunges for Haze. A.S.H. is upon him immediately. Arkham and Sadistic blindside Loki and beat him down as Haze watches. Arkham and Sadistic pull Loki off the ground to allow Haze a few free shots on the younger Bastardo. The boos echo throughout the building as A.S.H. continues to pummel the helpless Bastardo.] Haze:: Hey, I think you’ve seen enough. [Haze slams the door shut, but the beating still continues.] |
| Standard Match: Machine vs. Kris Kartier |
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 7'5" 432 lbs. Powerhouse 6/13/0 | | 6’1” 236 lbs. Extremist 9/11/1 |
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Cliff Anderson:: I don’t believe Haze. He just turned his back on his longtime friend, Loki Bastardo. A.S.H. is pure evil. [Machine is waiting in the ring as Kartier and Revilation make their way out from the back. Machine overpowers the Atlantic Champion early on in this non-title bout, using his size to his advantage. Kartier gets in a few good shots on Machine, but nothing seems to phase the big man. Machine knocks Kartier out of the ring, allowing the Atlantic Champion time to regroup with his partner. Climbing back onto the ring apron, Machine hooks him for a vertical suplex back into the ring. However, during the suplex, Revilation grabs Machine’s ankles, causing Kartier to land on top of Machine. The referee makes the count as Revilation continues to hold onto Machine’s boots outside the ring, preventing the kickout. 1…2…3!] Cliff Anderson:: What a surprise. Kartier cheats to win. [The Insurance Policy head to the back celebrating the whole way, leaving Machine in the ring in a state of confusion. Without Nightbane to guide him, Machine appears lost. The Giant German climbs out of the ring and slowly stalks up the aisle to the backstage area.] |
| Ruining the Glitz |
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[The camera follows Machine to the back, and as he’s walking down a hall, we see Rosco Pico Train hurriedly round a corner with a hot cup of coffee in hand. In too big of a hurry, Train rounds the corner and slams right into Johnny Glitz, one half of the Tag Team Champion. Coffee goes everywhere, soaking Glitz’s expensive pink designer shirt. Needless to say, Glitz is not happy. Johnny Glitz:: What the hell was that? You tryin’ to cop a feel? Bobby Glamour:: Look what he did to your shirt! He totally needs his ass kicked! [Glitz and Glamour proceed to beat Rosco into oblivion as Machine quietly watches from afar.] Rosco Pico Train:: Ah! Help! [Rosco’s pleads go unanswered as Johnny and Bobby beat the poor curtain jerker senseless. After a severe beating, the two stars high-five. The paparazzi appear out of nowhere and start snapping photos as Glitz and Glamour begin posing over the beaten Rosco Pico Train with their newly-won titles. Machine continues to watch as the shot switches to another part of the arena.] |
| The Traveling Circus |
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Cliff Anderson:: Wow. That was completely unnecessary. Jack Deruke:: That poor bastard just got beat like a raw egg. [Jingles and Jigsaw appear on the A.W.A.-Tron, causing the fans to cheer for their favorite sideshow attraction. They enter Bryant Dean’s office, and they find the S.W.F. owner talking on his cellular phone. He appears to be in the middle of a very important call, but he acknowledges the arrival of the Folk.] Jingles:: Hey, we was wonderin’ ‘bout our shot at the Tag Titles… [Dean motions for them to hold on for a few moments, then continues on with his conversation. Jingles and Jigsaw appear a little agitated as they wait for Dean to finish his call. Finally, Dean finishes up with the call and turns his attention back to the Folk.] Bryant Dean:: Okay, about your title shot, I’ve been trying to pull a few strings. I really have, but things aren’t looking good. Cormier still owns half of the company, and he’s trying to make things as hard as possible for me. The fact that you two helped me defeat Cormier at Symphony isn’t helping matters. If it were up to him, you wouldn’t even be here right now. Jigsaw:: But…what about the titles? Bryant Dean:: Look, you’re just gonna have to sit tight for awhile. I’ll get you your shot, but it might take longer than expected. Jingles:: How much longer? [Dean’s phone rings before he can answer. Dean answers the phone, and another conversation begins. Bryant motions for them to hold on again, but instead, the Folk stand and leave, shutting the door behind them.] Jingles:: Can you believe that, Jig? After what we did for ‘im at Symphony, an’ he’s gonna treat us like that?! [Jigsaw slowly nods his head. The Folk angrily walk out of view as the shot returns to ringside.] |
| Standard Match: Griffin Youngblood vs. Willis Clayton |
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 6'4" 258 lbs. Mat Technician 3/4/1 | |  6’2” 243 lbs. Mat Technician 1/6/1 |
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Cliff Anderson:: Fans, right now we’ve got Griffin Youngblood taking on Willis Clayton. [Clayton tries to keep up with Youngblood, but Griffin is too much for Clayton to handle. After nearly getting disqualified for locking in the figure four leglock around the ringpost, Griffin finishes Clayton off with the Sweet Success for the pinfall victory. Both men put on a terrific match with Griffin coming away with the convincing win.] |
| Last Goodbyes |
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[Griffin exits the ring as the camera cuts to the backstage area once again. This time we find a battered and beaten Loki walking towards the arena exit with his packed bags slung over his shoulder. Plaz suddenly bursts onto the scene.] Plaz Bastardo:: Loki! What are you doing? Where are you going? Loki Bastardo:: I’m leaving. Plaz Bastardo:: Where to? Loki Bastardo:: Hollywood! I’m leaving the A.W.A., and I’m going back to Hollywood. [Plaz begins laughing, but Loki keeps walking. Realizing that Loki is serious, Plaz runs up beside his younger brother.] Plaz Bastardo:: Loki, you can’t leave! What about the Tag Team Championships? What about the Super Bastardo Bros.? You can’t leave! Loki Bastardo:: I’ve had it with this place. I’ve had it with Dick! I’ve had it with Haze! I’ve had it with the A.W.A.! Plaz Bastardo:: Whoa. Just calm down. What happened? Loki Bastardo:: I lost the sponsorship deal! I lost it all! And to top it all off, Haze and his little buddies jumped me a few minutes ago. I can’t take this place anymore. I’m outta here. I’ll call you when I get to Hollywood. [Loki barges outside and into a waiting cab.] Plaz Bastardo:: Loki, don’t go! [Loki slams the door shut, and the taxi speeds off, leaving Plaz’s jaw hanging wide open.] |
| The Doctor's Office Guest: Billy Sadistic |
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[The camera returns to the ring, which has been transformed into the Doctor’s Office. Everything is in place. The sign, the table, the black bag, the Professionals. Everything, that is, except for the Tag Team Championships. Payne and Stevenson are in the ring, but Stevenson is still looking banged up from the beating he received at the hands of Mandrake, a.k.a. Arkham, last week. The good doctor picks up the mic and begins.] Dr. Payne:: Ladies and genitals, welcome...to the Doctor's Office! [The fans cheer the doctor’s trademark introduction.] Dr. Payne:: Tonight, we will be bringing you a very special edition of the doctor’s Office. No, it won’t be dealing with Miss Crombie’s very expensive coke habit. But, when the Professionals get their hands on those two Queer Eye rejects, and more importantly, when I get my well-trained hands on that voluptuous vaginal secretion, Miss Crombie…well, let’s just say the only thing hot about Glitz and Glamour will be the boot prints we leave in their asses when the Professionals reclaim their Tag Team Titles! [The fans cheer.] Dr. Payne:: But tonight, in the Doctor’s Office, we will be addressing what happened at the end of Symphony of Destruction. You see, at the end of Symphony, we were supposed to witness the end of an era. We were supposed to see the end of what could be the single greatest feud in the history of the A.W.A., but instead we were treated to a great big plate of WHAT THE F*CK?! You see, Mandrake and his brother Billy Sadistic were supposed to tear each other apart, but in the end they ended up beating the holy hell out of the newly-crowned Heavyweight Champion Josh McCool. Now, I know everybody here has a few unanswered questions, so with out any further adieu, I would now like to welcome to my office the one and only...Billy Sadistic! [The fans begin to boo as “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones starts up. The Phenom slowly steps out from the back to chorus of boos from the crowd. Arkham and Haze step out behind him, and the boos become deafening. The fans really hate these three men. A.S.H. heads down to the ring as Payne and Stevenson wait patiently. Once in the ring, Sadistic approaches the good doctor.] Dr. Payne:: Billy, cut me a little slack here, but both myself and the Fierce Accountant are a bit new around these parts, so would you please give us a brief explanation of just what A.S.H. is? Billy Sadistic:: You wanna know…what A.S.H. is? [Payne slowly nods. Arkham and Haze look amused by Sadistic’s question.] Billy Sadistic:: A.S.H., my good friend, is the most lethal dose destruction that the A.W.A. has ever seen. A.S.H. transcends this very business, my friend. I mean, look at who you’re dealing with, here. You’ve got my brother, Arkham, who is probably the baddest dude on the planet. You’ve got Haze, who might be the greatest wrestler on the planet. I mean, his credentials speak for themselves. And then you’ve got me. The Carnivore of Hardcore. The Phenom. I’ve been places and seen things that most wrestlers only dream of. And together, we are an unstoppable force here in the A.W.A. Does that answer your question? Dr. Payne:: Yep. But you gotta tell me, what the hell happened at Symphony? I thought you and your brother hated each other. You beat the living hell out of each other for over a half an hour, but at the end of the night, you stood shoulder to shoulder together. What gives? Billy Sadistic:: Payne, you’re a doctor, so you of all people should know that blood is thicker than water. Dr. Payne:: Yeah, I understand that. But why turn your back on McCool and Wryght? These are two men that stood by your side when you were paralyzed, and you smashed them with a steel chair. What did they do to deserve the beating the three of you hardcore Herpes laid on them? Billy Sadistic:: What do you mean what did they do to deserve it? They were jumping my two closest amigos, Arkham and Haze. Yeah, they stood by my side when I was hurt. Cool. But when it all comes down to it, I really don’t care. When it comes to A.S.H., loyalty means nothing. The only loyalties are the loyalties we have to each other. At Symphony, Mikey and McCool learned that the hard way. And tonight, Loki Bastardo learned that the hard way. You see, it’s really simple. If you mess with A.S.H., we mess with you back. Dr. Payne:: Well, that’s easy enough to understand, but I’m think that I might just have to mess with A.S.H. right now. [Upon hearing this, the crowd begins to cheer the good doctor.] Dr. Payne:: Mandrake, Arkham, whatever you wanna call yourself…I’m talking to you. You see, last week there was a little miscommunication between you and my partner over there. [Dr. Payne motions over to an injured Allen Stevenson. Arkham points at him and laughs. Sadistic and Haze have a good chuckle, also.] Dr. Payne:: Allen was only doing his job, doing you a favor in fact, by trying to teach you the value of money. But apparently, you took this the wrong way, and proceeded to attack my partner. Now usually, someone would just get off with a simple beatdown courtesy of the Professionals, but see Arkham, you took it one step too far. Your actions led to my partner not being able to wrestle at Symphony, which in turn was the reason we lost our belts. So the way we see it, the Professionals owe you some payback. And since my partner is in no condition to compete, I will be the one doing the paying! [The fans go crazy as Payne tosses the mic to Arkham. Arkham naturally reacts by catching the mic, giving Payne enough time to spear him to the mat. The crowd is cheering Payne on as A.S.H. swarm him like hyenas. Stevenson hobbles over to the fray and lays his briefcase across the back of Sadistic. Haze drops Allen with a spinning heel kick, then shoves the accountant out of the ring. Payne locks the vaginal claw in on Arkham, much to the delight of the fans, but Haze is there to break it up in an instant!] Cliff Anderson:: A.S.H. is beating the living hell out of Dr. Payne! [The crowd begins to boo, but the boos turn to cheers as Mikey Wryght sprints out from the back. Wryght hits the ring and begins going to town on Sadistic. McCool is out moments later, and the Heavyweight Champion levels Haze with a big boot to the face. The Doctor’s Office is destroyed as A.S.H. brawls all over the ring with McCool and Wryght!] Cliff Anderson:: This is out of control. [Somewhere in the whirlwind of fists and feets, McCool accidentally decks Showtime. Arkham, Sadistic, and Haze quickly bail out of the ring as Showtime and the Son of a Bitch come nose-to-nose in the middle of the ring. They begin arguing about the punch, and the arguing turns to shoving. The shoving quickly escalates into a full-blown brawl, and the referee sprints out from the back to start the match. A.S.H. heads to the back, laughing the whole way, as Payne looks after Stevenson on the outside of the ring.] |
 Standard Match: Josh McCool vs. “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght | Heavyweight Championship |
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 6'9" 287 lbs. Powerhouse 25/0/0 | | 6’3" 253 lbs. All-Rounder 5/11/0 |
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[Showtime and McCool brawl all over the ring for the first few minutes of the match, but McCool eventually gains the advantage. McCool works over Showtime for a good portion of the match, but Showtime starts to mount a comeback late in the match. The fans are really into the match as both wrestlers give an excellent performance.] Cliff Anderson:: This is the Showtime that we remember! I think he’s found his way out of his slump, because he really giving McCool a run for his money right now! [Showtime wears down McCool with a series of suplexes and bodyslams, but McCool gets his second wind after Wryght misses a big splash off the top rope. McCool boots Showtime in the gut and sets him up for the W.M.D., but Showtime counters in an elevated Texas Cloverleaf!] Cliff Anderson:: Showtime has the Annoyance locked in! McCool isn’t anywhere near the ropes! We could have a new champion! [In an instant, A.S.H. is out from the back. Showtime wrenches back on the hold, but McCool uses his incredible upper-body strength to push himself up and begin crawling towards the ropes. Haze is the first man in the ring, and he drops an elbow onto McCool. Sadistic and Arkham follows closely behind Haze, and all three of them begin mugging McCool. The referee calls for the bell, and Showtime releases the hold, thrusting his hands into the air.] Cliff Anderson:: Mikey Wryght thinks he’s just won the title. Jack Deruke:: That’s ‘cause Mikey Wryght’s a jackass. [A.S.H. continues to pulverize McCool as the referee explains to Wryght what’s happened. McCool is awarded the match via disqualification, and Showtime is livid!] |
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[Showtime charges Haze and spears him to the mat, causing the fans to erupt. Arkham turns his attention to Showtime as Sadistic continues to pummel a weakened McCool. Arkham boots Showtime in the stomach, then plants him with the Gale Force Advisory! Haze heads to the top rope and splashes Wryght with Capital Punishment! The fans boos are merciless, but A.S.H. doesn’t care.] Cliff Anderson:: A.S.H. is beating the hell out of Mikey Wryght and the Heavyweight Champion! [Showtime is thrown from the ring, allowing Arkham, Sadistic, and Haze to turn their full attention to McCool. Arkham and Haze lift McCool off the mat, allowing Sadistic the opportunity to slap McCool across the face. Sadistic begins yelling in his face before finally driving him into the mat with the Sadistic DDT. Fans begin hurling garbage into the ring as A.S.H. stands tall in the ring yet again. Suddenly, Jolly Roger is in the ring out of nowhere, and he lays into Sadistic’s back with a wooden cane! The fans go crazy as Sadistic staggers from the blow.] Cliff Anderson:: What’s Jolly Roger doing out here? [Sadistic turns angrily, and he and Haze begin assaulting the old man. Arkham steps in and shoves Sadistic and Haze away. Haze and the Phenom both look confused as the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil hovers protectively over Jolly Roger, the man that’s been like a father to him for several years. Arkham makes sure that Jolly Roger is okay before planting one boot after another into the old man’s sternum! The boos resume, as does the garbage hurling. A.S.H. pummels Jolly Roger before dragging him out of the ring all the way to the backstage area and out of the building.] Cliff Anderson:: Jolly Roger may be the leader of the Brethren, but he was like a father to Arkham! I guess the only loyalties are those within A.S.H. [Haze hops into the front of a black Lincoln Navigator as Sadistic and Arkham shove Jolly Roger into the back, then slide in behind him. Haze fires up the vehicle, then speeds off as Riptide fades to black.] |
