Fresh! Results28th February 2006
Ode
FEATURING: CHAINZ, TRACY
AUTHOR: JAY AND MIKE S.
The camera slowly fades in on a black screen. All of a sudden static fills the screen. The static slowly begins to change to a blood red color. A red logo appears on the screen as if it is being spray painted onto the screen over the static. The logo reads: V-T.V. All of a sudden the logo slowly fades away and the screen once again goes pitch black. Next, a message fades in onto the screen in white lettering.
V-T.V proudly presents...
The message fades away to be replaced by another message in white lettering.
A Tribute to the Late Great Wrestling Superstar Chainz.
The message fades out and the screen is black once again. A faint heartbeat can be heard echoing through the darkness. A pair of eyes with a somewhat maniacal gaze flash and disappear with each heartbeat. The heartbeat quickens and the reappearance of the eyes do the same. Finally the heartbeat ceases and a full frontal view of Chainz's face appears on the screen. Suddenly the face shatters into a million pieces as if it exploded and 'Cure' by The Wild Colonials begins to play.
He Was a Man of Brutality...
An old clip of Chainz back in 360we begins to play. He is seen battering a wrestler by the name of Fathom who has blood streaming down his face in the corner of the ring over and over and over again. Next, Chainz can be seen standing in the middle of the ring with blood dripping from his chin as he gets his hand raised. Fathom and another wrestler, Pola Bare, can be seen lying on the mat motionless as Chainz is handed the 360 Brutality title. The clip fades out...
He was a Man with No Bounds...
A clip of Chainz standing overtop of a prone Ally Nash with a knife in his hands begins to play.
We are now in the locker room of Chainz where he can be seen watching the tribute video with curious eyes. He is seated on a metal folding chair and he leans forward looking on with intense eyes. All of a sudden Tracy enters the locker room.
Tracy: What are you up to, Michael?
Chainz remains silent with his eyes locked on the TV screen. Tracy makes her way to Chainz's side and sees the footage on the TV screen and looks on with an expression of horror. She quickly spots the remote and turns off the video.
Tracy: Michael, why are you watching that? Why must you keep reminding me what you used to be? I really don’t like seeing that, why are you doing this to me?
Chainz: What am I doing to you exactly? I’m just sitting here; I had nothing to do with that tape.
Tracy: It doesn’t matter, the fact that you didn’t turn it off yourself only shows that you’re not ready to let go of the past.
Chainz: And what if I’m not?
Tracy: You have to, you promised me. I’ve stuck by your side through all the shit you’ve done and you owe me. I don’t want to be seen with a freak like you anymore unless you can channel that wickedness into something good.
Chainz sits there and sighs, completely befuddled as to what to say. Tracy runs a hand around the back of his neck.
Tracy: Come on, what’s worth more to you, being a sick bastard that everyone hates or being with me?
Chainz: That sick bastard that everyone hates is what I really am on the inside.
Tracy: Were, were Michael and you’ll be no more. Come on; let’s go for a quick walk.
Tracy starts to walk out of the locker room, but notices that Chainz remains still in his seat. With a bit of an annoyed voice she commands her man.
Tracy: Michael, come on join me.
Chainz stays in his seat, trying to think of whether or not to oppose his fiancée. Tracy walks back over to him and takes his face in her hands and plants a big, wet kiss right on his lips. Letting go she takes his hand and leads him out of the locker room, firmly in control.
One Good Deed
FEATURING: SAMANTHA TAYLOR, ELLIS NASH
AUTHORS: BEN AND LIA
“Oh, excuse me, I’m so sorry!”
Wishing a thousand pardons to the crew member she bumped into, AWC’s newest signing continued down the unfamiliar passageways of her first arena. Still, Samantha Taylor had a bright smile on her face. The former Disney princess carried her bag with her, dressed in rather, err, unique attire. After all, most professional wrestlers don’t wear fancy ball gowns backstage.
She practically skipped down the halls, humming a song to herself as she did so, looking at her surroundings with obvious interest, looking for someone to say hello to.
Unfortunately for the self-styled princess, she found someone.
“Hiya!” she half-said, half-screamed, waving at the young woman standing a few feet away in a white tank top.
Why unfortunately? The woman was Ellis Nash.
Ellis Nash: What. The. Fuck.
Yes, everyone, the woman was Ellis Nash, who instead of being on her knees in front of Queen Dick was stalking down the hallways trying to find someone with a lighter. Her journey to lung cancer was, however, put to a halt by this... thing. Ellis flicked her eyes down and over Cinderella, completely and utterly bemused.
Ellis Nash: Um…
Taylor regarded her fellow female carefully for a few moments, before a light bulb triggered in her head. For, somewhere packed along with the full scripts to 20 Disney movies and Disney protocol for greeting guests was the woman’s name.
Samantha Taylor: You’re Ellis Nash, right? I’m Samantha Taylor! You’re my opponent tonight!
Ellis was flabbergasted; a) How could this idiot NOT know who she is? Hello, she beat AIMZ!!!! b) How does anyone... you know, walk out in public like THAT? c) Why is she booked in the first match of the night?! With this NEWB?? Hello, she's a PTC LEGEND?!?!!!
Nevertheless, Ellis nodded.
Ellis Nash: Yeah, sure. Great. Whatever. Do you have a lighter?
The princess shook her head no.
Samantha Taylor: Nope! Why would I carry one of those? They’re used to light cigarettes, and those are bad for you! Disney policy says I’m not allowed to smoke while working.
Yes, yes, I feel sorry for Ellis too, thanks for asking.
Samantha Taylor: But I DO have a present for you!
…Yes, she gets her opponents presents. You can tell that this one hasn’t been wrestling very long, can’t you? From her duffel bag, she manages to unearth… a stuffed animal. Of Winnie the Pooh, to be precise. Before Ellis can protest or run far, far away, Samantha presses the offering into her hands, beaming.
Samantha Taylor: Isn’t he cute?
Good, because you should feel sorry for her. She's a LEGEND for God's sake.
Ellis Nash: Whatda…
This isn't any ordinary Winnie the Pooh stuffed animal, kids. This shit talks. As soon as Ellis lifts this atrocious little beast, it happily squeals:
Winnie the Pooh: HONEYSUCKLE!
Startled, Ellis flings the doll back at Samantha. As it hits Cinderella square in the chest, the stuffed animal sings:
Winnie the Pooh: Hum dum de dum, hum dum de dum, I am so rumbly in my tumbly!
And Ellis says:
Ellis Nash: Eughgh!!
Miss Taylor is, not shockingly, oblivious to Miss Nash’s inner torment at this moment in time. Giving a half bow to her opposition tonight, she skipped off in the other direction, hopefully to change into more appropriate ring attire. Before she disappeared around a corner, though, she issued her usual goodbye.
Samantha Taylor: TTFN! Ta-ta for now!
This, thus, left Ellis alone. Let’s see what she has to say about this development, shall we?
Ellis Nash: Ugh, weirdo.
Introduction
FEATURING: TRUTH WATERS, GEORGE CASSIDY
AUTHORS: PIERRE HYDE AND FERGUS
The “AWC in 2006” logo fills the screen, and then fades away to show a darkened arena. Abrupt fireworks on the stage, cheers, and then the lights suddenly flash bright with the grungy beginnings of “E-Pro” by Beck. The fans in the Liacouras Center go wild, screaming their lungs out as the video screen bursts into action with highlights of Bloodlust. All the big spots are there: Aimz’ springboard swanton bomb to break up Adam Dick’s attempted pin of Jack Murphy; Tim Martin’s chair shot to divert Butterfly Hamada’s Arco Celestial; Mike Wade delivering the TFW from the turnbuckle through the ringsteps on unfortunate Paddy O’Shea; and many more.
See me coming to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers
Holding onto the devil I know
All my troubles will hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and your mind from the road
Shoot your mouth off but look where you’re aiming
Don’t forget to pick up what you sow
Talking trash to the garbage around you
The Transatlantic title belt fills the screen, and then rises up and away as “The Bull” Jack Murphy, AWC’s Transatlantic champion as of eleven days ago, replaces it. And then it’s white light.
Truth Waters: Welcome everybody to the Liacouras Center, right in the heart of Philadelphia Pennsylvania! We are just over a week removed from Bloodlust and the media has been rife with the buzz that has been created by what has surely been AWC's best pay-per-view to date! To sum up such a pay-per-view would take endless amounts of time but blood is definitely high on the list.
George Cassidy: Yeah Truth but what people really want to know is what happened bud and blood just isn't going to cut it.
Truth Waters: Well you had the new Alliance champions being crowned...
George Cassidy: Not that...
Truth Waters: The brutal match that came out of Chainz and Ellis Nash's rivalry...
George Cassidy: Meh...
Truth Waters: Well then it has to be the conclusion to our pay-per-view with Paddy O'Shea losing his contract as an AWC superstar as 'The Wade Parade' just kept on rolling and took another scalp on its way towards destiny.
George Cassidy: Nope.
Truth Waters: Nope?
George Cassidy: You're forgetting the epic, gargantuan, colossal, awesome, magnificent, superb, poignant, titanic, explosive, exhausting, exciting, mammoth, unstoppable Transatlantic title match in which the very saviour of the sport of professional wrestling finally, and I mean FINALLY, restored a balance to the order of things. Simply put he was...
Call To Arms
FEATURING: JACK MURPHY
AUTHOR: FERGUS
And then, Cassidy paused, because music began to play over the speakers in the Liacouras Center. The music however was not one that anyone was familiar with. In fact, it had never been heard of in the AWC at all. For those in the crowd that enjoyed their hardcore, it was Throwdown's 'Burn.' The house lights begin to dim as the opening riff hits in, hard and fast. It seems somewhat more menacing and darker than before, all the more so at it becomes looped and repeated for some time.
Truth Waters: What's going on Cassidy?
George Cassidy: I don't know.
The loop finally breaks off as the crowd is hushed and awaits the result. As the drum roll builds up to its crescendo some light flicker from the base of the floor all the way down the aisle. The entire lighting arrangement now takes on a red, dull colour that almost looks like cinder. With the flick of a match being heard round the arena, everything jumps into action.
Truth Waters: Woah!
Flames lick the aisleway in spectacular fashion and it does so by the entrance also. There's quite the flame building around the entranceway in fact and the framework is covered by the flames lapping at it. All the same you can make out the slight vision of someone coming from behind them. With a bold step that person brushes past the fire wall.
Truth Waters: It's...
George Cassidy: Let me handle this one Truth because I've been waiting for this from the very first day since he arrived on the scene and preached to all the unfaithful. He looked down upon the masses and told them the truth and he was scorned for it, but now he is showing them the error of their ways. Look to the aisleway Truth, and every single person who is watching from your comfortable sitting rooms and look upon the one man who proved everybody wrong, proved to all that he was the saviour. He IS your Transatlantic Champion and is the only one who has known all along... 'The Bull' Jack Murphy!
Standing close by, Brunt looks across at Cassidy and scowls.
George Cassidy: Just because you never get lines that good doesn't mean you can pout mister!
Meanwhile Murphy has indeed erupted from the inferno behind him and steps forward into the arena. The crowd is decidedly mixed to see the new Transatlantic champion of AWC. There is a strong section that is vehemently supporting the Bull but elsewhere there is more of a conflict in opinion. As Murphy begins to walk down the aisleway it becomes apparent that there are some slight changes. The rugged, unshaven look of before has been cleaned up and tightened into a simple goatee. This detail however pales in comparison when the full light is finally shed on Jack.
Truth Waters: It's the title, the Transatlantic title.
George Cassidy: Come on Truth, you knew Murphy wouldn't stand for no crown.
Truth Waters: Even still, this is quite surprising.
By now Murphy has slid into the ring and is standing alone up there, looking out to all the people around him. Despite the hardy exterior that we've all been used to, the demeanour of Murphy is slightly more relaxed, slightly more amiable and slightly more emotive. What a difference a week can make.
Jack Murphy: So Philadelphia...
There's a pop for the hometown.
Truth Waters: This is so strange.
George Cassidy: Quiet.
Jack Murphy: (pauses) ...are you happy with who's the champion?
The crowd is completely confused by this statement and voices this with a buzz of murmurs and talk.
George Cassidy: Huh?
Truth Waters: You got me, you're the one who's supposed to know what's going on.
Jack Murphy: Thought it might be something like that. And I don't blame you, all things considered. It would be easy for me to say screw you to each and every person right here in the building.
George Cassidy: Damn right!
Jack Murphy: But I won't because that's not what you deserve.
George Cassidy: (shocked) Huh?
The crowd continues to look around bewildered at this.
Jack Murphy: I'm not going to because... you are who I answer to. You are the people who put down their money and queue up for that ticket to get into the arena and watch some high quality wrestling. You guys come to see action and enjoyment. You come to see the battle between two men, or women, inside the squared circle, working out their problems by hitting each other with whatever they've got within them. It's not high brow and cerebral for the most part but that's not what wrestling is about. Sure there may be occasions when it occurs... but you come for wrestling.
Some of those in the crowd begin to nod their heads, all the while with the rest still deadly silent, watching as a man finally speaks, finally speaks from the heart.
Jack Murphy: There have been times when I've tested patiences, when I've run the side of the bad guy to you all, but that was all for this.
He points downwards to the belt which is firmly strapped around his waist.
George Cassidy: That's his now Truth.
Truth Waters: I know... I figured it'd be around his waist one day, but not this soon. Truly a swift ascent to the apex.
Jack Murphy: It was for this because I knew that no matter what it was I spewed forth, no matter what I did that pissed you off, I would never be truly heard until this would be firmly connected to me. You can ask why it's a belt and I'll give you a simple answer: Adam Dick disrespected the belt when he melted it down into that crown that he wore around his head. He disrespected the company, he disrespected the wrestlers, but most of all he disrespected you, the fans.
Again there are nodding heads in the audience, a good few more than before and there are some positive chants being started off, especially in the strong pro-Murphy section of the crowd.
Jack Murphy: This company has had proud, hard working people wear this belt and the honour that I feel when wearing this is immense. There have been few champions who have worn this belt, but all of them have brought out a quality amongst themselves once they felt this championship grace their waists. People like Alexander Strider...
A muffled group begin to cheer for the late man.
Jack Murphy: The Educator...
A large chorus of boos.
Truth Waters: Oh they didn't like that name.
George Cassidy: Yeah, good riddance.
Jack Murphy: And Pierce Lavelle.
A loud eruption of cheers for the recently fallen champion.
Jack Murphy: I mention them all, and yes I include Adam Dick in there, because they all brought their passion, intensity, technique, skill and ability to that ring each and every night that they entered for AWC. This is why they are champions because beyond whatever character traits or quirks which made you boo and cheer for them... they are and always will be wrestlers first and foremost. They are proud.
Truth Waters: Very uncharacteristic speech from 'The Bull' here tonight.
George Cassidy: Yeah I'm worried.
Jack Murphy: They are proud to be in a sport which handles things very up front and in your face and they come out here each and every night for you. They come to perform and show what they can do in front of the crowds and they love it, they ingest your reactions and feed from them. Without you they don't reach their potential. Who needs any more example than any of Lavelle's matches in the last couple of months? Despite all the questioning behind his supposed background he came out here each night and gave it his all... for you. So did Dick on the night of Bloodlust, he showed his true championship spirit and hell he lost that night but he'll be back I can tell you that much.
Truth Waters: Murphy knows what he's talking about Cassidy. He's been in this business for over fifteen years now and all the toil and wear and tear on his body and soul has shown him this. He knows, he understands. whatever about his past actions but we're beginning to see the true Jack Murphy here tonight.
George Cassidy: I don't think so. He's pandering to the masses.
Truth Waters: He's acknowledging their contribution to the sport and the responsibility he has and how the other champions before him have never shirked that responsibility. He understands the business Cass, maybe you should take a look at it from that way.
George Cassidy: I'm telling you I don't like it.
Jack Murphy: So wearing this belt, this prestigious belt that has seen so few wearers, I feel honoured to have it. And I am now burdened with the responsibility that comes with it. But I don't think of it as a burden, more a challenge and I relish the challenge to bring AWC to greater heights and to bring honour and respect to this belt, the honour and respect it deserves. So what I come here before you to say is that I'm going to provide what the AWC always has been about from the very beginning. I told you I would bring about this return and now I am here to fulfil it. I come here to wrestle, the very thing you come to watch. As someone famous in this industry said, "it still says wrestling on the marquee" and he was right. I'm here to prove it.
Without another word Murphy drops the microphone in his hand and heads to get out of the ring. 'Burn' begins to return to the PA but as Murphy begins to head up the aisle, people begin to clap and applaud 'The Bull' as he makes his way. It builds and as he turns at the entrance to the arena, they are on their feet, cheering and hooting. There is still a mixed reaction, but much change has been brought about today.
Truth Waters: This is truly a new day in the life of Jack Murphy and it seems the title has changed him... for the better.
George Cassidy: What do you know? He'll still be his usual self once the match rolls around, just you wait.
Truth Waters: Well I guess we'll find out won't we?
Samantha Taylor vs Ellis Nash
STIPULATION: SINGLES
REFEREE: SELENA SUMNER
AUTHOR: JEREMY J.
Truth Waters: All right, ladies and gentlemen let’s get down to business, shall we? We kick things off with some girl-on-girl action: Samantha Taylor takes on Ellis Nash. It’s the Princess to take on the Witch.
George Cassidy: I wouldn’t call Ellis Nash a witch, Truth. She’s a nice girl when she wants to be. She just likes to be bad!
Truth Waters: I thought you were, like, in love with her?
George Cassidy: I – er –
Truth Waters: (laughing) Did Adam Dick make you back off?
Cassidy swallows.
George Cassidy: She’s gonna trip that delusional princess apart in about ten seconds flat. Let’s go down to the ring and get this match started.
Truth Waters: (sniggering) Yes, let’s.
James Brunt: The following is a singles match.
“Beauty and the Beast” by Alan Menken & Howard Ashman begins to play as the “Disney Diva” Samantha Taylor, is seen on the stage and starts walking down to the ring, getting catcalls and whistles from the male fans.
James Brunt: First, from Orlando, Florida, weighing 132 pounds, she is the “Disney Diva...” SAMANTHA TAYLOR!
Truth Waters: Look at the elegance of this young woman. She’s probably the most beautiful girl here in AWC. So innocent.
George Cassidy: (cough) TRAMP! KISS-ASS! (cough)
Truth Waters: Yes, I believe that Lady and the Tramp is one of her favorite Disney movies, and call me a kiss-ass again, I’m gonna knock you the hell out.
James Brunt: Her opponent...
The lights dim somewhat. Short strums of the guitar vibrate through the speakers and the audience, recognizing the familiar tune almost immediately, begin to boo their asses off. By this time, “Club Slut” by Hot Action Cop has already kicked into its simple drum and guitar beat.
You say you want you a club slut who got the big fat ass
The kind that got them DSL’s and shake her booty fast
Pushing the curtains aside in an almost irritated manner, Ellis Nash stalks onto the stage, looking at the disparaging audience with a disgusted frown. Looking at her nails, Ellis inspects them tenderly before flashing her middle finger high to the now chafed crowd of cows. As the song’s chorus drowns out their disapproving chants, two pyros from either side of the stage shoot off towards the ceiling, white in color.
James Brunt: Making her way to the ring, from Cortland, New York, weighing in at 117 pounds... ELLIS NASH!
Get up on the dance floor and now shake your butt
Cause you know you’re getting in on with the club slut
You know you like it fast
She left you on your ass
Pompously swaggering down the ramp way, Ellis ignores the women hurling various obscenities at her (by hurling them right back) and the numerous, sweaty hands of teenage boys itching for a touch of heavenly Nash.
Truth Waters: I don’t think Ellis Nash really appreciated that gift from Samantha Taylor earlier on.
Stopping at the bottom, Ellis looks to both of her sides, narrowing her eyes with a shit-eating grin before rolling into the ring. Ellis, once inside the ring, uses only her upper arms to propel herself to her feet. With a broad smile, Ellis slaps James Brunt's shoulder mockingly before heading off to her corner of the ring.
George Cassidy: Now that’s a woman, Truth. She has more elegance in her pinky than Samantha Taylor has in her fake breasts.
Truth Waters: Of course, you have to attack the poor woman’s breasts. Leave the poor woman alone.
Referee Selena Sumner calls for the bell as both Ellis Nash and Samantha Taylor circles the ring, sizing each other up. George Cassidy is about make comments about a lesbian ménage a trois, but Truth Waters immediately stops him. “Princess Samantha” goes in for the collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Ellis decides to bury a knee into Taylor’s solar plexus, grabs Sam by her hair and throws her to the mat with an illegal hair toss. The fans jeer at Ellis’ bitch-ness as she continues her onslaught on Sam as she mounts her back, grabs Sam by her hair and throws cross-face forearm shots in her face. To make matters worse, she slams Sam’s face into the mat and continues to throw her cross-face forearm shots in Sam’s face. The fans are on their feet booing Ellis now as the referee breaks up the assault. Nash gets to her feet and stomps on the back of the “Diva Princess’” head.
Truth Waters: That’s no way for a young lady to act! What’s the matter with Ellis Nash?!
George Cassidy: She’s being herself, Truth - being the biggest bitch possible.
Ellis Nash picks up Samantha Taylor, whips her into the ropes and catches Sam right in the face with a standing Dropkick, dropping Sam to the mat once more. She goes for the pin fall of the night...
ONE!
TWO!
Kick-out after two by Samantha Taylor. Ellis Nash does a blatant choke right in front of the referee and Selena Sumner administers the five count, and Nash breaks the choke before four. Nash does another choke again, this time breaking it before four. She picks up “Diva Princess,” kicks her in the gut and locks in a front face-lock. Ellis tries a Vertical Suplex, but Samantha blocks the attempt. Ellis tries again another two times and after the third, Samantha counters with a Snap Suplex. That gets the fans on their feet, cheering for the Orlando, Florida native. Taylor gets to her feet, bounces off the ropes and does a Leg Drop and goes for the cover...
ONE!
Ellis Nash quickly kicks out after one. Samantha Taylor picks up Nash, kicks her hard in the stomach and plants her headfirst onto the match with a DDT! She goes for another cover...
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Kick-out before three by Ellis Nash.
Truth Waters: Oh! That DDT could’ve put Ellis Nash away!
George Cassidy: But it didn’t so don’t get your hopes up, Truth.
Samantha Taylor gets to her feet, pointing over to a corner, trying to get the fans on their feet. They cheer for Taylor, wanting her to put Ellis Nash away. Taylor puts Nash in the center of the ring and goes over to the lower left-hand corner and climbs to the top rope. She jumps high into the air, gets great elevation and goes for a Five Start Frog Splash called “A Whole New World,” but finds nothing but canvas! She almost bounces off the mat, clutching at her chest after such impact from the air.
Ellis Nash has an evil look in her eye after witnessing Samantha’s crash and burn. She runs over to the ropes, springboards off the middle rope and does a twisting Senton Bomb, landing across her opponent’s stomach. She goes for the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! Samantha Taylor kicks out! Ellis Nash mounts “Princess Samantha” throwing straight left and right hands. Then she starts biting, clawing her face, and slamming the back of her head onto the mat. Referee Selena Sumner breaks up Ellis’ onslaught on Taylor. She gives Ellis another warning. Ellis picks up her opponent, whipping her into the one of the corners. Nash charges at her, does a handspring back elbow and connects with it. Nash administers several painful knife-edge chops onto Taylor’s chest, a few knees to the stomach, a few kicks to the stomach and a few forearm shots to the face. Finally, after beating the hell out of her opponent, she grabs two handfuls of hair and throws into the middle of the ring with another hair toss. Nash checks her nails, seeing if she broke any. Satisfied that she hadn’t, she sets her attention back on her opponent.
George Cassidy: Yeah, Ellis! Make that whore your bitch!
Truth Waters: Oh will you stop, Cass? I can’t believe you condone this!
George Cassidy: Not only do I condone it, I encourage it!
Truth Waters lets out a frustrated sigh as he continues to look on, doing his job calling the match. Ellis Nash waits for Samantha Taylor to get to her feet. As Samantha does so, Ellis runs over to the ropes, springboards off the middle rope and catches “Diva Princess” right in the face with a roundhouse kick. For the coup de grace, Ellis picks up Samantha, locks in an Inverted Face-lock and drops Taylor on her head with an Inverted DDT.
George Cassidy: The Decree by Ellis Nash!
Truth Waters: Samantha Taylor isn’t moving from the Decree! Ellis damn near spiked Samantha right on her head!
Ellis Nash goes for the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Referee Selena Sumner calls for the bell as “Club Slut” by Hot Action Cop plays. Ring announcer announces the winner.
James Brunt: The winner... ELLIS NASH!
George Cassidy: Ellis Nash kicked that bitch’s ass and I loved it! You go, Ellis! I heart you! I want to marry you!
Truth Waters: Adam says no!
George Cassidy: Ahem.
Truth Waters: Samantha Taylor couldn’t mount much offense nor defense and she paid for it. It looked like she wasn’t ready for this match at all. Too much Disney, not enough wrestling. One match down and several to go! There’s more action coming up. Don’t touch that remote!
The Time Is Nigh I
FEATURING: ZSASZ, ???
AUTHOR: JEREMY J.
Zsasz is seen walking towards the locker room area with a smile on his face, holding a large manila envelope. It appears he has something to smile about. He wouldn’t have that smile on his face if he didn’t. A few minutes ago, he stepped out of David “Pearl” Harber’s office, obtaining good news for his student, the man who is about to debut later on tonight. It took Zsasz a little longer than he expected, but he managed to get his student his debut match tonight on Fresh!.
Zsasz steps in front of his locker room door, his smile remains on his face. He opens the to see his student punching a boxing punching bag. The student is wearing baggy black shorts (something John Cena would wear), a pair of black Converse All-Star shoes and a white wife beater. His taped fists continued to assault the bag in front of him.
Zsasz steps to his student’s right, looking at him as the student continues to beat the holy hell out of the bag.
Zsasz: I have good news for you.
Student: Wha’? Tha’ ye saved a bunch o’ money on yer car insurance by switchin’ t’ Geico?
Zsasz chuckled at his student’s smart-ass comment.
Zsasz: No. I have an AWC contract for you. You make your debut tonight.
Zsasz’s student punches a hole inside the left side of the punching bag. He yanks out his fist, sand pours out of the hole he made. The man slightly turns his head, looking over at Zsasz.
Student: Really? Who am I facin’?
Zsasz offers his student the manila envelope to his student.
Zsasz: It’s all in here.
The student takes the envelope, opens it and looks at the sheet of paper that is the man’s contract. After reading it, he slips the contract back into the envelope.
Student: Dagoth Kinslayer? I though’ I were facin’ Heroic Henry this week.
Zsasz: Unfortunately, he has a match against the Green Grappler this week. You’ll have your chance at him in due time. After hearing that our first target had been occupied, David Harber and I put our heads together to see who would be a formidable opponent for you. Dagoth Kinslayer is making his debut here as well and he sounded like the perfect opponent for you.
The student nods, looking over at Zsasz, exposing a brown eye and half a well-groomed brown beard.
Student: Very well then. I’ll take on this Dagoth Kinslayer individual and defeat him wi’ extreme prejudice.
Zsasz smiles at his student. He knows that his student will have no problems defeating Dagoth Kingslayer.
Will The Real Darcy Crisis Please Stand Up?
FEATURING: DARCY CRISIS
AUTHOR: NATHAN
As the crowd gets settled in to continue the show, they are greeted with the opening lyrics that a few diehard faithful know all too well…
Hide your face forever…
Dream and search forever…
The opening chords of “Open Your Eyes” by the Guano Apes blare throughout the arena as Darcy Crisis bursts through the curtain. He gets a slight pop, but barely acknowledges it as he makes his way to the ring with a look of purpose on his face.
Truth Waters: Well here comes the man that will face our new Transatlantic champion tonight in the main event!
George Cassidy: What the hell?! I didn’t even know this guy was still here… and somehow he gets a match against the champion? You and I both know Adam Dick deserves a shot before this chump stain!
Truth Waters: I’d say Darcy Crisis is plenty deserving! He’s been on quite the roll since arriving at AWC, and has yet to be beaten.
George Cassidy: Is he the only one here? Did everybody call in sick?
As the announce team continues to argue Darcy’s main event slot, Darcy reaches through the ropes to receive a microphone. Taking it in his grasp, he takes several moments to take in the scene around him as he prepares to speak his mind. But after careful consideration, Darcy concludes that he can’t pass up the opportunity for a cheap pop.
Darcy Crisis: PHILADELPHIA! How the hell are you?!
The Phily fans give him a noticeable pop, but Darcy doesn’t waste much time soaking it in.
Darcy Crisis: Fantastic. Now that we have the cheap pop out of the way, there’s something I gotta get off my chest. When I returned to the world of wrestling last month, it wasn’t for fame. And it wasn’t for glory. Hell, it wasn’t even to see if I still had anything left in the tank. No, ladies and gentlemen, I came back because I had to reconcile things with a girl that means a lot to me.
The crowd starts to boo, knowing he’s talking about the much-hated Aimz.
Darcy Crisis: Yeah, I know… half the time I don’t really like her either. But before I start completely gushing, I need to get to the point. You see, Philadelphia… I owe you an apology.
Truth Waters: What? What is he talking about?
George Cassidy: I’ll say he owes an apology… this is the most boring Fresh! segment I’ve ever seen!
Darcy Crisis: I owe you an apology because when I signed a contract with AWC to return to wrestling, in effect I promised, in WRITING no less, that Darcy Crisis would be returning to action. But it hasn’t been Darcy Crisis you’ve been watching the past few weeks. It’s been a sad, watered down, neutered version of the Darcy Crisis who ran roughshod through the wrestling industry years ago. Hell, I looked into the mirror the other day and I felt like an old man! I’m only 27 years old! What the hell?!
The crowd begins to get behind Crisis with small “DARCY!” chants as he starts getting fired up.
Darcy Crisis: I finally realize now why Aimz won’t step in the ring with me. I’ve been calling myself part of the old guard, honestly believing I was too old and too stuck in the past to make it around here. But week in and week out, management keeps throwing new blood at me, young hungry guys looking to make a name for themselves in the business. And you know something? I’ve put every one of those sons of bitches away! This is the so-called “new guard”? Forgive me for not being impressed…
Truth Waters: Well, I don’t agree with Darcy putting down those guys, but---
George Cassidy: You know Truth, you’re allowed to express an opinion once in awhile. We don’t have to put over EVERYBODY.
Darcy Crisis: So I’ve decided it’s time for a change. It’s time I start living up to the promises I made. And it’s time I start giving you people what you paid to see. So tonight, in the main event, you all will witness the very real and very official return of D to the C, D masta’ C DARCY MOTHERFUCKING CRISIS!
The crowd roars in delight. Darcy begins to speak again, but is stopped by a raucous “DARCY! DARCY!” chant. Once it subsides, he continues.
Darcy Crisis: And for those of you who may not remember what the true Darcy Crisis is like, allow me to refresh your memories. He’s loud, he’s lewd, he’s crass and he’s rude, but most importantly he’s the baddest son of a bitch to ever step between these ropes. When I started out in this business, I was a nobody… but I bitchslapped everybody who ever stepped to me. Gutter Rat, The American Zero, Adam Trimm, Kid X… you name the man, I took him down. When I walked away from this business I was an icon, a shining light in this industry that was snuffed out before his time. Well I’ve finally realized that I don’t have to go out that way. The time has come for that light to shine once more. It’s time that the D to the C reclaims his rightful place as the very ESSENCE of wrestling. It starts tonight, in the main event, when I make your new Transatlantic champion tap out in the middle of this very ring. And that’s only the beginning, folks. When I’m done here the name Darcy Crisis will once again be synonymous with this industry. Hell, why stop there? I’m going to BECOME this industry. And when that day comes… Aimz won’t be able to dodge the dream match anymore. But I’m getting ahead of myself… it all starts tonight. Prepare yourselves, Philadelphia, for the TRUE return of the Darcinator. And Jack Murphy… you prepare yourself as well, because you’ve been targeted for Darcination.
With that, “Open Your Eyes” hits again as Darcy tosses the microphone aside and rolls underneath the ropes and out of the ring. Backing up the ramp, Darcy soaks in the fan reaction as the jammed house in Philadelphia can’t wait for the main event!
Truth Waters: Well Darcy Crisis promises that he will return to his old form tonight against our new Transatlantic champion, “The Bull” Jack Murphy. Your thoughts, Cassidy?
George Cassidy: I CAN’T BELIEVE---
Truth Waters: Fantastic. We’ll be right back folks!
You’ll Never See Me Title My Segments “King Without A Crown” Unless It’s In A Situation Like This. Matisyahu Licks Balls
FEATURING: ADAM DICK, DAVID "PEARL" HARBER
AUTHOR: JOE SCHMIDT
Adam Dick: I. Want. My. Rematch, you crusty mother fucker.
The way Adam hunched over Pearl’s desk, palms outstretched and invading, with all the intent to intimidate and downright frighten, it isn’t enough to convince the Entertainment Co-Manager to care particularly more than he should.
Pearl: Your parents did a wonderful job raising you, young man.
Adam Dick: Is that a joke? In dire times such as this?! Pearl, how can you make jokes when your federation is in shambles! Up is down, black is white, Kensrue is lame and JACK MURPHY HAS THE FUCKING BELT.
Pearl: I never thought I’d have to say this, but a situation like that is STILL more suitable than “the crown” being on your head.
Adam Dick: HahahahHAHAHAHA! That’s ALMOST believable, if not for the fact that Jack Murphy is as amusing as a two pairs of nuts rubbing against each other.
Pearl winces in horror at the thought.
Adam Dick: And you know you have a jones for screwing me over. Stupid handicapped matches and paid-off referees! Bret Hart has nothing on me, but you’re lucky I’m not a big drama queen like that Canadian bitch---
Fed-up, Pearl rolls his eyes at the “drama queen” comment.
Adam Dick: So balance the world’s ‘evil’ with a bit of ‘good’; GIVE ME MY FUCKING REMATCH. I DESERVE IT.
Pearl: And why is that? Because you’re a former champion who lost their strap at the sight of their first rematch?
Adam Dick: I deserve it because I’m the fucking Best!
Pearl: Right, if that were true, you’d still have that crown on your head.
Adam Dick: If you weren’t a prick that made me fight that walking gigantic Herpe and her OSW friend at the same time. I deserve the match because I’m the Former Champion, right?
Pearl: Well, by that definition, doesn’t Pierce Lavelle deserve his rematch?
Adam Dick: Er…
Pearl: In fact, that’s exactly what I’ll do. You get your title shot, but only after Pierce Lavelle gets his.
Adam Dick: But he’s got a fucking year ban!
Pearl: Exactly.
At this point, if the Cheshire Cat from “Alice in Wonderland” happened to be watching the telecast, he’d be calling his lawyer to file a likeness lawsuit.
The Face-Eater, for once, is speechless.
Pearl: You were saying?
Adam Dick: ......YOU’RE GAY.
Pearl: I think you know where the door is.
Adam Dick: Only because your office is smaller than a hotel closet you fucking hermit-freak!
Pearl: Goodbye, Adam.
Adam Dick: Horriblebye, assface. I wish AIDS on you!
And that’s how things go down in AWC Town, mother fucker.
Mr. Marshall vs Neurotic
STIPULATION: SINGLES
REFEREE: LARS LARSSON
AUTHOR: ZACH
The stadium’s lights dim and the spot light is pointed to the famous purple top hat and suit, James Brunt proceeds doing what he does best.
James Brunt: The following is a singles match. Introducing first, a new comer to the AWC, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 251 pounds… Mr. Marshall!
Mr. Marshall quickly paces down to the ring.
James Brunt: And his opponent, from Hazard, Kentucky, weighing in at 265 pounds… Neurotic!
“Neurotic” by Unloco begins blasting over the loudspeakers. A quite rumble from the crowd boos Neurotic as he makes his way down the ramp.
Truth Waters: Neurotic has started his career off with AWC on the right foot. He is currently 1-0-0.
George Cassidy: This match should be about as exciting as a staring contest with two near-sighted contestants.
Truth Waters: Cassidy, you’re about as enthusiastic as a brick. These are two rookies who might one day be the headliners of AWC.
Lars Larsson sounds for the bell, as the two opponents move to opposite sides of the ring. Mr. Marshall flies out of his corner of the ring only to meet a large knee to the mid-section from Neurotic.
Truth Waters: That’ll loosen up some constipation! Ha ha.
Cassidy stares, unbelieving.
George Cassidy: You have GOT to be kidding me, Truth.
Neurotic slings Mr. Marshall into the ropes, on his return Mr. Marshall gains his composure and throws a quick elbow to Neurotic’s face, off balancing him. Marshall takes his opportunity to deliver a fury of hammer-like punches to Neurotic’s head and chest. Neurotic begins returning the monster strikes.
George Cassidy: This kinda reminds me of the good ol’ days when me and my wife would get into it!
Marshall bounces off the near ropes and delivers a clothesline to Neurotic’s chest, taking Neurotic to the mat hard. Marshall continues kicking Neurotic while he’s down in his midsection.
Truth Waters: Marshall is showing how bad he really wants to make a name for himself in the AWC. He’s really putting up an impressive fight so far.
Marshall picks Neurotic up, punches him in the face a few times. Marshall raps his arms around Neurotic to give him a power slam. Neurotic gives a hard, quick knee to Marshall’s stomach, wraps his right arm around Marshall’s neck and slams his head into the mat!
Truth Waters: DDT! Wow, that really shows the athleticism of Neurotic.
George Cassidy: I bet that’ll slow Mr. Marshall down quite a bit. Let’s see what he’s made of.
With Marshall on the mat, Neurotic takes his opportunity and begins pounding Marshall in his jaw with powerful right jabs. Larsson makes his count to get off of Marshall and eventually pushes Neurotic off of him. Larsson gets in his face and starts yelling generic referee talk.
George Cassidy: I really am starting to like Neurotic. He’s starting to show his true fighting style.
Neurotic regains his composure and starts taunting the crowd. The crowd returns a thunderous roar of “boo’s” to him. He grabs Marshall by the head picks him up to his feet. Neurotic thrusts his knee into Marshall’s stomach and wrenches his arm around his neck. Marshall lets out a yelp of pain. Mr. Marshall falls to his knees and Neurotic just tightens his grip. Neurotic stands Mr. Marshall back up just to drop him down hard on the mat with a reverse DDT.
Truth Waters: Looks like Mr. Marshall is looking at some trouble unless he starts fighting back. Man! Neurotic is putting up a punishing fight.
Neurotic picks up Marshall’s limp and dazed body begins strapping his arms into Self Infliction!
George Cassidy: Here we go. This match is about to get real exciting.
Marshall gains every bit of strength and stands up, throwing Neurotic onto the mat. Neurotic quickly jumps to his feet and is caught by a huge clothesline to the neck. Neurotic jumps to his feet again, Marshall attacks him once more and clotheslines Neurotic outside of the ring. Larsson begins ONE!
Truth Waters: Neurotic has already shown he can fight outside of the ring against Carman. Let’s see if that was just a fluke.
Marshall slides out of the ring. TWO! Marshall starts running at his downed opponent. Neurotic stands to his feet, jumps in the air and kicks off the crowd barricade and throws his shoulder into Marshall. Both men go to the hard mats. THREE! Neurotic slides back into the ring. Larsson stops the count. Neurotic looks at the crowd with an unusual look in his eyes. The six foot four frame turns and runs into the ropes opposite of Marshall. Marshall climbs to his feet just in time to look up and see Neurotic leaping over the top rope. Marshall reacts quickly with a missile drop kick to Neurotic’s chest.
George Cassidy: What athleticism! Did you see Neurotic fly over those ropes? You don’t see a 265 pound man jumping through the air like that every day.
Marshall picks the dazed Neurotic up and slammed his head into the nearby barricade. The crowd begins backing Marshall slowly as this match grows in intensity. ONE! Marshall then picks Neurotic up and rams his body into the ring pole. TWO! Marshall Irish whips Neurotic into the side of the ring.
Truth Waters: Remember, it’s just a five count in AWC nowadays.
George Cassidy: Marshall is really concentrating on Neurotic’s back... getting him ready for Marshall Law!
Marshall rolls Neurotic into the ring. He climbs to the outer edge of the ring and launches himself. He buries an elbow drop into Neurotic’s chest. Marshall stands his tired opponent and throws Neurotic into an Irish whip and heaves Neurotic into a huge powerslam. Marshall goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Neurotic kicks out of the pin just in time. Frustrated, Marshall stands Neurotic up and throws him into a turnbuckle. Marshall storms into the turnbuckle, Neurotic gains enough energy to lift a big boot! Neurotic then charges out of the corner with a big reverse elbow. Marshall hits the mat hard with the wind knocked out of him. Neurotic jumps up to the top turnbuckle and launches himself through the air and lands a hard frog splash! Neurotic goes for the pin...
ONE!
TWO!
Marshall kicks out!
Truth Waters: Neurotic is really showing some athleticism out there. He’s built like a power house and moves like cruiserweight.
Neurotic mounts on top of Mr. Marshall and starts with the hammering right fists. Larsson pulls Neurotic off of him. Both men gasping for air, they climb to their feet. Neurotic suddenly springs off the ropes and pummels a drop kick into Marshall’s stomach.
Truth Waters: The Demise!
Neurotic takes a minute to rally the crowd... He wraps Marshall’s arms up. He begins to lift the newcomer into the air! Mr. Marshall puts all his weight down and falls to one knee... and does a leg whip to slam Neurotic on the ground!
George Cassidy: How does he keep getting out of Self Infliction?
Mr. Marshall crawls to his feet... Neurotic climbs to his feet... the two men run at each other... Neurotic throws his huge arm out for the clothesline. Mr. Marshall ducks, turns around and performs Hawkeye Driver! The crowd erupts in cheers.
George Cassidy: The Hawkeye Driver! What a move! That took some strength to pull that one off.
Neurotic is sprawled on the mat, fighting for consciousness... Mr. Marshall then sits Neurotic up... and wrenches him in MARSHALL LAW!
George Cassidy: That’s called Marshall Law!
Neurotic fights the pain, he lets out a loud yell… the crowd is on their feet... screaming at the top of their lungs... Neurotic reaches for the ropes, Marshall squeezes even tighter with every ounce of strength he has... Neurotic taps out! Lars Larsson calls for the bell... the match is over!
Truth Waters: I can’t believe Mr. Marshall locked in Marshall Law on the Neurotic. See Cassidy, I told you that would turn out to be a great fight!
Larsson holds up Mr. Marshall’s hand in victory as the crowd cheers on the victor and newly undefeated athlete of the AWC.
Red Rock Is HARDKORE!
FEATURING: SARAH KENNEDY, RED ROCK, MIKE WADE
AUTHOR: JOSH YOUNG
Sarah Kennedy: Red, Red Rock!
Red Rock: Oh hello Sarah!
Sarah Kennedy: I, as well as a lot of people around here, have called you a pussy and... and a bed wetter behind your back in the past, but I must say a lot of people take that back after your performance at Bloodlust!
Red Rock: Do people really call me a bed wetter?
Sarah Kennedy: Sure, we all thought you knew?
Red Rock: NO!
Sarah Kennedy: Ah doesn’t matter, but your reputation now has boomed after the Ottoman Torture Chamber match!
Red Rock: Yeah well Suleimon got too over excited and that cost him, I may be a bed wetter… wait… people maybe call me a bed wetter but I’m more than that!
…
Red Rock: No wait that sounds like a crap the sheets too… what I’m trying to say is I’m a lot better than people think around here I think I proved I be up there with any one else in AWC I proved now that I’m more HARDKORRRE! than anyone in AWC! Weapons matches, Streets of London matches? You can’t talk to me about brutal matches until you win an Ottoman Torture Chamber match! I beat Captain Pokemon with an iron spiked punishment collar around my neck for most of the match and a broken thumb from the word beginning! I was punctured with rusty spikes and beaten with god knows what else! If that doesn’t constitute respect what does?
Sarah Kennedy: Well I must say my opinion of you has risen!
Red Rock: But there is one more thing I need to say whilst you’re here and that’s a big fare thee well to my good friend and yours, Paddy O’Shea!
The crowd erupt in a chant for Paddy!
”PADDY, PADDY, PADDY!”
Red Rock: We were all shocked to see Paddy lose out to Mike GAYde I just want him to know that I’ll miss him around here it was him that brought me here and it was him that showed me the ropes and made me feel most welcome in my first few weeks, he encouraged me in the Streets of London match at my first pay-per-view here and I will never forget him and neither should any of –
Suddenly before Red Rock can finish his sentence someone walks in to the shot and it is “His Swerviness” Mike Wade no less! The crowd boo and jeer at his interruption and Red Rock gives him a dirty look.
Red Rock: What the smeggy burgers do you want?!
Mike Wade: Paddy O’Shea, Paddy O’Shea, Paddy O’Shea? The only thing that will be missed about Paddy O’Shea is me kicking his arse and making a fool out of him every week! Now step aside Rock, it's time to start a very special night, Mike Wade appreciation night!
Mike Wade barges past Red Rock smiling too himself sporting both his Relentless and Frontier titles as he heads towards the ringside area.
The Story Is MOST DEFINITELY NOT In The Soil, You Emo Son Of A Bitch
FEATURING: ADAM DICK, ELLIS NASH
AUTHORS: JOE SCHMIDT AND LIA
Adam Dick is walking through the backstage halls, gloomy and solemn and emo-like (not unlike that Bryan fellow who handles here...). The situation isn't particularly helped by his rather long hair that makes him look more emo than he should, but God be damned himself if Adam is going to cut his hair because a group a hipsters decided to bite his style.
Ahem. I digress.
Adam is walking through the halls, presumably depressed that he's not getting his rematch. As a casual AWC television viewer, what would you predict to be the best method of cheering Adam up at this point, short of getting the rematch itself?
Witty banter with Ellis Nash, of course!
He doesn't see her at first, at least it doesn't seem this way, but Ellis steps right out of the locker room and into the hallway conveniently as Adam is about to pass her. She sees the former TA champ, curses to herself, and confirms to herself that her deity does not exist.
Ellis Nash: I don't have time for this shit.
She freezes in her stride to fold her arms and wait for him to walk by, hoping to get over with any interaction as quickly as possible.
So she waits, and taps her foot, and Adam walks by. Quietly.
Nope, he doesn't say a word.
And Ellis says to herself, "Wtf?"
Hot on her heels and not one to be ignored, the more endowed Nash sister steps right up to Adam and swings him around by his shoulder, taking him off guard.
Ellis Nash: What the fuck is your problem?
Adam Dick: Wha-huh?
Ellis Nash: Autism or something? I asked you why you aren't trying to get in my pants like before?
Adam Dick: I never tried to get---
Ellis Nash: Is this a joke?
Adam Dick: Okay, I'm sorry. You're just.... not who I thought you were.
Ellis Nash: And what the FUCK is THAT supposed to mean?
Adam Dick: The whole baby eating thing with Chainz made me realize what an emo bitch you are. And I HATE EMO PEOPLE. I'm sorry, toots, but I don't think I can hit on an emo chick, much less talk to one. And on that note, I'm gonna mob the fuck out of here. Laters.
Adam instantly jogs away, leaving Ellis Nash with a sour taste in her mouth. She looks at the red slices on her inner arm as Simple Plan's “Untitled” begins to play.
Ellis Nash: I am so not emo......
Jason Ortiz vs Patrick Mapleleaf
STIPULATION: SINGLES
REFEREE: RICHIE TRAVIS
AUTHOR: JEREMY J.
Truth Waters: Coming up next, we have a special treat for you. Atlantic Wrestling Club has definitely hit a goldmine! Former LOW World, Extreme and Realm champion, Jason Ortiz, has come out of retirement and is debuting here tonight against Patrick Mapleleaf! I can’t wait to see my nigga kick some ass in the middle of the ring.
George Cassidy: I highly doubt that, Truth. Lest you forget, his last match at Lights Out Wrestling was laying down to Eric Russo, giving up the LOW World title to him. Some champion and superstar he was. The man’s a disgrace. He should’ve stayed in retirement, or stayed as a jobber in Global Wrestling.
Truth Waters: I’d be careful about disrespecting Jason Ortiz if I were you. Anyway, let’s take it down to the ring! James Brunt, you’re up!
James Brunt: The following is a singles match. Introducing first...
The opening riffs of “Oh, Canada” begin to play. The fans all erupt in a passion of boos. Red and white pyro shoots off, and Patrick Mapleleaf walks through the entranceway. The jumbo screen shows a waving Canadian flag, which Mapleleaf points to and points his hand over his heart.
James Brunt: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing 254 pounds... PATRICK MAPLELEAF!
He smiles in a surly fashion to the fans, mockingly waving as he makes his way down the ramp. Fans are yelling taunts at him, but he brushes it off, not even listening.
The instrumental Canadian National Anthem continues as Mapleleaf climbs up the stairs into the ring, taking his time. He lifts the middle rope and walks into the center. It raises his arms into the air, and more white and red pyro shoots off. The music cuts off and he stays, poised for his match.
George Cassidy: There’s my boy, Patrick Mapleleaf, the greatest technical wrestler alive! He’s gonna make short work of your “boy,” Jason Ortiz.
Truth Waters: We’ll see about that.
James Brunt: His opponent...
You ready?! Let’s go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we’re all about
It’s like this y’all (c’mon!)
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
The cameras fade out slowly as the yellow and blue lights begin to flick on and off, finally they stay there solid color, and they begin to focus more on the entrance ramp. Quickly, two yellow pyros being to shoot up at the bottom of the entrance, and making there way all the way up top, rotating colors from yellow to blue. Finally, at the top of the entrance lights up in tall yellow sparks that shoot out of the exit way. Finally a glimpse of Jason Ortiz is shown.
James Brunt: From Miami, Florida, weighing 207 pounds, he is the “Crack Head” and making his AWC debut... JASON ORTIZ!
Mike! - He doesn’t need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mike
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It’s not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak’s pickin it up! Let’s go!
He slowly makes his way down to the ring, giving the crowd a huge response to there chant.
”CRACK HEAD!! CRACK HEAD!! CRACK HEAD!”
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone’s help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
”CRACK HEAD!! CRACK HEAD!! CRACK HEAD!”
Jason Ortiz smirks a few times before stopping at the edge of the ring, he takes a look to the right - then to the left. He does a quick slide into the ring, and makes his way towards his corner. Then he does his signature taunt to the crowd, pointing up at the entrance as a special made pyro shoots off in the air, making the first and last letter of his name. The music begins to fade out as the flickering lights begin to fade out.
Truth Waters: See why he’s my nigga, yo?! He uses “Remember the Name” by Fort Minor!
George Cassidy: Hip hop is tehGHEY!
Referee Richie Travis calls for the bell and Patrick Mapleleaf power-walks towards Jason Ortiz, kicking him in the gut and does a double ax handle into the back of “Crack Head’s” neck, taking him down to the mat. The fans jeer at the so-called “Greatest Technical Wrestler Alive.” Mapleleaf picks up the former LOW superstar and whips him into the ropes. Patrick goes for a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker, but the former LOW World Champion counters with a Head Scissors Takedown! The fans are on their feet, cheering for the “Crack Head.” Ortiz mounts Mapleleaf, throwing lefts, rights and elbows, showing off his mixed martial arts skills. Referee Richie Travis breaks up Jason’s assault on Patrick and the fans voice their disapproval by booing at the referee.
Truth Waters: Jason Ortiz is beating the hell out of Patrick Mapleleaf and referee Richie Travis is breaking up the fight. C’mon ref, let ’em go!
George Cassidy: Finally, the referees are doing their damn jobs around here.
Referee Richie Travis gives Jason Ortiz, the former LOW World Champion, a warning for his conduct. Ortiz pretty much ignores the referee and goes after his opponent. He picks up Patrick Mapleleaf, getting him to a vertical base, but Mapleleaf gives Ortiz a thumb in the eye and a stiff Clothesline, knocking the “Crack Head” down to the mat once again. Mapleleaf bounces off the ropes, attempts an Elbow Drop, but Ortiz gets out of the way by kipping up just in time! Ortiz drops a quick elbow, then gets to his feet, bounces off the rope and does a Somersault Leg Drop! He goes for the first cover of the match...
ONE!
TWO!
Patrick Mapleleaf kicks out after two.
Truth Waters: Close one there for the former LOW superstar, almost beating Patrick Mapleleaf with a Somersault Leg Drop.
George Cassidy: Please, he won’t be able to beat anyone with that weak move.
Jason Ortiz grabs Patrick Mapleleaf’s right hand and locks in a simple Arm Bar, putting all of his 207 pounds on Mapleleaf’s arm. Patrick starts to wail in pain, trying to get out of the Arm Bar and manages to do so by throwing a punch in Jason’s temple. Ortiz breaks the hold, holding the side of his head, giving Mapleleaf the opportunity to get to his feet and keep the momentum in his favor. The “Crack Head” makes a recovery, seeing that Mapleleaf is walking towards him. Ortiz grabs Mapleleaf’s ankle and pulls him down to the mat, locking in a Leg Lock, cinching it in. Ortiz then rolls onto his stomach, repositions Mapleleaf’s leg and locks in an STF! The fans are cheering for Ortiz, chanting his name...
“CRACK HEAD! CRACK HEAD! CRACK HEAD! CRACK HEAD!”
Truth Waters: Good chain wrestling by Jason Ortiz! He had a Leg Lock then rolled into an STF! Jason Ortiz is putting on a wrestling clinic!
George Cassidy: It won’t last long, Truth, I guarantee it!
Jason Ortiz is pulling back on the Face-Lock portion of the STF, pulling back as far as he can, trying to make the self-proclaimed “Greatest Technical Wrestler Alive.” When Patrick Mapleleaf refuses to submit, the former LOW World Champion breaks the submission move and drops a knee onto the back of Mapleleaf’s head. He does repeated knee strikes, hammer fist strikes, then gets on Mapleleaf’s back and locks in a Rear Naked Choke! More “Crack Head” chants emanating from the fans....
“CRACK HEAD! CRACK HEAD! CRACK HEAD! CRACK HEAD!”
Truth Waters: Jesus! Jason Ortiz is a man possessed in his first match back in a long time. He’s been punishing Mapleleaf’s head and now locked in a Rear Naked Choke! There’s no stopping this man! Aaaaaaannnnnnnnd Jason Ortiz is still putting on a clinic, Cass.
George Cassidy: So Mapleleaf is having an off day! He’ll get his rhythm back against this “Crack Head.”
Jason Ortiz lets go of the Rear Naked Choke, throwing several knees into Patrick Mapleleaf’s back. The fans are on their feet, watching their favorite “Crack Head” pounding the hell out of Mapleleaf. Ortiz picks up Mapleleaf, then whips him into the ropes. He goes for a Hurricanrana, but Mapleleaf counters with a massive Power Bomb, making Ortiz bounce off the mat after impact.
George Cassidy: Oh yeah! Take that, Ortiz, you shoot fighting wannabe! That, my friends, regains control in the match for Patrick Mapleleaf.
Truth Waters: That Power Bomb injured Jason Ortiz. He’s clutching his back.
George Cassidy: That he should, Truth. That he should.
Patrick Mapleleaf has the match back to where he wants it. Realizing that defeating Jason Ortiz was going to be a chore, he knows that making any more mistakes will cost him the match He grabs both of Ortiz’s legs, does a few stomps on the “Crack Head’s” abdomen and locks in a Sharpshooter!
George Cassidy: Sharpshooter by Patrick Mapleleaf! Tap out, Ortiz! You know you want to!
Truth Waters: Pain is registering on Jason Ortiz’s face! That Sharpshooter is taking a toll on Ortiz’s lower back. He’ll have to fight out of his hold somehow or he’ll tap out.
Willing himself, Jason Ortiz pulls himself - along with Patrick Mapleleaf - towards the ropes. Slowly but surely, he is inching closer to the ropes. He is about to reach for the ropes until Mapleleaf drags “J-Dizzal” back to the center of the ring. He breaks his Sharpshooter and locks in a Fujiwara Cross-Face, pulling back as far as he can.
George Cassidy: Full Blown Canadian, this match is over, folks!
Truth Waters: You may be right, Cass. Jason Ortiz has taken a lot of punishment to his back.
Patrick Mapleleaf pulls back harder on the Full Blown Canadian submission maneuver, trying to make Jason Ortiz submit. Jason Ortiz is screaming in pain, trying everything he can to break the hold, but to no avail. He raises his arm up, as if he is going to tap out, but pulls a fast one on Mapleleaf and rolls on top of Mapleleaf, pinning his shoulders!
Truth Waters: One! Two! No! Patrick Mapleleaf kicked out after two! What a match thus far.
Patrick Mapleleaf gets to his feet, picks up Jason Ortiz and whips him into the ropes. He attempts a Spine Buster but Ortiz counters with a Tornado DDT, spiking Mapleleaf right on the top of his head! The fans are chanting for Ortiz.
“CRACK HEAD! CRACK HEAD! CRACK HEAD! CRACK HEAD!”
Truth Waters: Holy hell what a Tornado DDT! Cover him, nigga! He covers Mapleleaf... One! Two! THREE! NO! Patrick Mapleleaf gets the shoulder up!
George Cassidy: Patrick Mapleleaf won’t be denied tonight!
Jason Ortiz gets to his, holding his back a little bit. He picks up Patrick Mapleleaf, does a Front Face-Lock and does the Three Amigos Vertical Suplexes, in honor of the late, great and now 2006 WWE Hall of Fame Inductee, Eddie Guerrero. After the third Vertical Suplex, “Crack Head” rolls backward and locks in a Guillotine Choke, making another attempt to choke Mapleleaf out. Once again, Ortiz fails to choke his opponent out. Using all of his strength, Mapleleaf gets to his feet, picking up Ortiz in the process and drives him into the upper right-hand corner of the ring. Making a full recovery, he starts throwing repeated knife-edge chops, turning the former LOW World Champion’s chest red. After assaulting “J-Dizzal’s” chest with chops, he picks him up onto the top turnbuckle. Mapleleaf climbs upward, doing a Front Face-lock, attempting a Super-plex! “Crack Head” pushes Mapleleaf off the top, landing on the back of his head hard. Ortiz stands up, getting his balance under control, jumps off, turns in midair and connects with a picture perfect Frog Splash! The fans are on their feet, chanting for Ortiz....
“CRACK HEAD! CRACK HEAD! CRACK HEAD! CRACK HEAD!”
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
No! Patrick Mapleleaf gets the shoulder up!
Truth Waters: Jason Ortiz couldn’t put Patrick Mapleleaf away with a textbook Frog Splash.
Jason Ortiz gets to his feet, feeling that he can win this match. As Patrick Mapleleaf gingerly gets to his feet, the former LOW World Champion bounces off the top rope, runs at Mapleleaf and gives Mapleleaf a high knee right into the face!
Truth Waters: Blowin’ Smoke by Jason Ortiz! We all know what’s come up after that!
Ortiz gets to his feet, signaling for his finisher. He picks up Patrick Mapleleaf, kicks him in the gut and sets Mapleleaf’s head in between his legs. Ortiz jumps forward, does a 360 flip and spikes Mapleleaf’s head with....
Truth Waters: El Rehabilitator! The Front Flip Pile Driver! He goes for the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Truth Waters: Ortiz wins! Ortiz wins his first match here in AWC!
George Cassidy: Dammit, no!
“Remember the Name” by Fort Minor plays on the PA system as the fan chant for Ortiz....
“CRACK HEAD! CRACK HEAD! CRACK HEAD! CRACK HEAD!”
Jason Ortiz celebrates his first win, doing some crack! The fans are eating it up and wanting more!
Truth Waters: HA HA! What better way to celebrate your first win back in the ring by getting high?
George Cassidy: That kid is a fucking degenerate and will bring the AWC down! Pearl has made a mistake hiring that damn Crack Head!
Truth Waters: Oh, get over it, Cass. Coming up, there’s more wrestling action! Stay with us!
Friends?
FEATURING: TERESA TOMAS, CHAINZ
AUTHORS: SONYA AND MIKE S.
We are directed backstage where we see Teresa Tomas stumbling down the corridors with the all too famous black labeled bottle of whiskey held loosely in her hand and singing Charlie Daniel’s classic, “Long Haired Country Boy”.
Teresa Tomas: “People say I’m no good. Crazy as a loon.” Dammit, where’s my locker room? “Cause I get drunk in the morning. I get stoned in the afternoon..” Ahh, there it is. Man I gotta sit down. If I run into another vending machine, I’m gonna hurt myself.
Teresa opens the door and walks inside. She finds a comfortable spot on the floor where she sits and leans her back against the cold metal of a locker door.
Teresa Tomas: Ahh… much better.
The Top Rope Temptress takes a swig of her half-drunk bottle and looks up. She nearly chokes when her glazed over baby blues are caught in the cold stare of a pair of green eyes. She blinks several times and when her eyes focus, she sees the owner of the green eyes is Chainz.
Now when under the influence, one feels he/she is invincible or even bulletproof. Such is the case with Teresa; otherwise she would have bolted out of the lions den. With her rear planted on the concrete floor, she moistens her lips and boldly speaks.
Teresa Tomas: Hey man, what the hell you doin’ in my locker room, huh? I mean I don’t mind, but shit, you could give a person a heart attack sneaking in like that.
Chainz’s eyes narrows but he gives her a broad grin, slightly amused at the woman who just walked in and made herself at home.
Chainz: Last time I checked, this was my locker room.
Teresa looks around then she smirks realizing what she did. She holds up her half empty bottle of Jack Daniels to Chainz.
Teresa Tomas: Want some? Hell, take the rest of it, bet you could use it.
Chainz sits there for a moment and surprisingly takes the bottle from the outstretched hand of Teresa Tomas. Checking behind him Chainz quickly chugs a good amount of the whiskey.
Teresa Tomas: What you under aged or somethin?
Chainz stops drinking and looks at the drunken women with a grin, seems he’s taken a fancy with her, who would have thought.
Chainz: Had to make sure we were alone, Tracy would kill me if she caught me getting drunk off my ass.
Teresa Tomas: You the same guy who rapes everybody?
Chainz: Used to be, can’t seem to do anything right lately.
Teresa Tomas: Never woulda thought you to be so whipped.
Chainz looks quizzically at Teresa, wondering who this woman thought she was coming into his locker room and speaking so bluntly to him. Chainz offers the bottle back to Teresa.
Teresa Tomas: You finish, think I had enough.
Within moments the liquor is gone and all sense and logic slowly follows.
The Time Is Nigh II
FEATURING: ZSASZ, ???
AUTHOR: JEREMY J.
The cameraman finds Zsasz’s student, his back toward the cameraman. He’s standing patiently in front of the black curtain, ready to compete against Dagoth Kinslayer. Suddenly, Zsasz steps into frame, looking over at his student.
Zsasz: Are you ready to become the next big thing in professional wrestling?
Student: Aye. After this match, the entire world will remember this fokin’ pikey.
Zsasz: Indeed they well. Stay here for a bit. When I announce your name, you come out.
Zsasz’s student nods as Zsasz disappears behind the black curtains.
Divine Intervention
FEATURING: DAGOTH KINSLAYER, URIEL
AUTHOR: LOZ
The locker room is dark as Dagoth Kinslayer prepares himself mentally to make his debut and officially start his search for the man who in another life was Attila the Hun. He is sitting down besides a lit candle, which is the only light in the room. He looks at the edge to see if it is as sharp as he likes it. It is, and a small test with his finger proves it. Blood pours out of the cut before it heals itself.
Dagoth Kinslayer: The benefits of immortality.
A figure once again materializes out of thin air.
Dagoth Kinslayer: Who are you and what do you want? Answer quickly, I am in an impatient mood.
The figure moves towards Dagoth and takes the hood off his face. It is not who Dagoth expects. Instead, it is a character that he had just met not many days ago.
Uriel: I never thought you were suicidal. Then again, you are an immortal. Have you thought about what I said to you, Kinslayer?
Dagoth stands up and faces the beautiful complexion of the archangel.
Dagoth Kinslayer: I have my mind set in more important things at the moment. Before I make any decisions, I have some questions that need their answers.
Uriel sits down on a bench and waits for the questions.
Dagoth Kinslayer: First of all, what do I get out of it? Ur promised me the head of Attila, I really do hope that your God had something he can bargain with, or you can be sure that I will be really mad at this waste of time.
Uriel does not answer, he just waits for the next question he knows will come.
Dagoth Kinslayer: Why do you need my help anyhow? I am just another immortal for you to play games with. Your God and Ur have been doing just that ever since I have the vision to see it. Angels saving would be minions of his army and demons prematurely killing those that would be his battalions in this war.
Uriel: I understand your concern Dagoth but you must understand my position and His position. In any war there are some pieces that are way too valuable to give up. We do not fully understand it yet, but Ur is not using you as a pawn. On the contrary, he has bigger plans for you. I need to find out what that is before I can explain to you what our use for you would be. I am the Keeper of His Throne, but I am not a seer.
Dagoth sheaths his sword as he hears the knock on the door telling him that his match was up next and that he had to be ready.
Dagoth Kinslayer: When you have answers angel, come find me. Until then, leave me be.
Uriel: I do know what you really want to know. If you want the answer to your question, look for me. I am not hard to find, I hang between the stars and the earth. After you are finished here find me.
The angel disappears as quickly as he had appeared. Dagoth’s brow furrows as he thinks of the question that he had wanted to ask. He will go to him when he is done here tonight. Now it was time to hurt someone.
Dagoth Kinslayer vs Mikey O'Reilly
STIPULATION: SINGLES
REFEREE: MICHAEL RYAN
AUTHOR: JEREMY J.
George Cassidy: Alright, bitches, welcome back to Fresh!---
Truth Waters: Excuse me, Cassidy, I’m the one who does the returning introductions, thank you. As my heel counterpart was saying, welcome back to Fresh!. Coming up, Zsasz’s mystery student - client, whatever you want to call him - is debuting tonight against another superstar who is debuting: Dagoth Kinslayer. It’s only been a few weeks since Zsasz has returned to the wrestling world after a three-year absence, but he has returned as a manager to his mystery client. I’ve been hearing that whoever he’s been training is rather good in the ring.
George Cassidy: That remains to be seen. I’ve actually seen Dagoth Kinslayer in the middle of the ring and he’s a beast. It wouldn’t surprise me if the Hungarian made short work of whomever Zsasz has been training. I got Kinslayer on this one.
Truth Waters: Well, I’m going for Zsasz’s client on this one. I like to root for the underdogs of matches and Zsasz’s client is probably just that. Let’s go down to the ring. James Brunt, you’re up!
James Brunt: The following is a singles match, debuting two new AWC superstars!
“Face the Slayer” by Slayer starts to ominously play on the PA system as Dagoth Kinslayer slowly makes his way down the ring, draped in his battle armor and has a large battle sword in his right hand. The fans are in awe of the man in front of them.
James Brunt: First, making his way to the ring, from Hungary, weighing 275 pounds... DAGOTH KINSLAYER!
The 6’6” 275-pound Dagoth Kinslayer steps off the ramp and makes his way up the ring steps, then steps over the top rope, entering the ring. He begins to remove his battle armor and sets everything outside of the ring.
George Cassidy: That is quite the specimen, ladies and gentlemen: 6’6” 275 pounds. Whoever is facing Kinslayer better watch out that’s a mad Hungarian in the ring.
Truth Waters: You know what they say, Cass - the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
James Brunt: His opponent...
“Conquer All” by Behemoth starts to play as Zsasz steps out onto the stage, does a little spin for everyone, showing off his obligatory perfection. When he’s done, he faces the fans, smiling his pearly-white sadistic smile at them, he makes his announcement as his entrance music fades into obscurity.
Zsasz: Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to present to you the next big thing in Atlantic Wrestling Club. It has taken me six years to mold the perfect wrestling machine and now, it has come to fruition. I give you... MIKEY O’REILLY!
Truth Waters: Did my ears hear that right? Mikey O’Reilly is debuting tonight?
George Cassidy: What’s so big about Mikey O’Reilly?
Truth Waters: I’ll tell you in a moment.
A melodic, beautiful sound of a pair of acoustic guitars fill the arena with music. An Italian style solo plays, then the introduction fades into hard, driving metal as “The Enemy” by Team Cazares starts to play. Mikey O’Reilly is seen slowly making his way onto the ramp, nodding to his mentor, shaking his hand and makes his way down to the ring as Zsasz disappears into the back. The yells of Mark Hunter fill the arena.
I finally found myself
I tried to erase all this hate from my body.
I tried to end all the lies, all the pain that I caused everyone.
But it all seemed so fucking useless!
He rolls into the ring, climbing up one of the corners, raising his arms up.
I can’t forgive
And I can’t forget.
Don’t you know who the fuck I am?
I’m the enemy
THE ENEMY!
The enemy.
THE ENEMY!
He hops off the corner, removes his leather, porkpie style hat, puts it in the corner up the ring, facing up. He removes his golden catholic cross, kisses it, places it inside the hat and removes his white wife beater.
George Cassidy: So what’s the big deal about Mikey O’Reilly?
Truth Waters: Mikey O’Reilly is a former eight-time Irish bare-knuckle boxing champion. He inadvertently killed one of his best friends in a match. Dagoth Kinslayer needs to be careful of O’Reilly’s hands; they are deadly weapons! And his wrestling abilities have the same equivalence as his boxing!
George Cassidy: Oh hell.
Referee Michael Ryan calls for the bell and both men are ready for a good ol’ fashion beat down. Mikey O’Reilly is in his bare-knuckle boxing stance, watching Dagoth Kinslayer carefully. Kingslayer, who’s five inches taller and weighs forty-eight pounds heavier, lunges toward his smaller opponent. Much to “The Kinslayer’s” surprise, his opponent is nowhere to be found. A brief second later, he feels a great pain in his left kidney. Kinslayer yelps in pain. He turns around to see “Tha’ Fokin’ Pikey” right behind him. Mikey is simply shuffling his feet boxer-style and holding his arms up in a what-the-hell fashion. He flashes his larger opponent a smile, a smile Kinslayer doesn’t approve.
George Cassidy: Jesus Christ! Did you see how fast Mikey O’Reilly went? That’s damn near inhuman!
Truth Waters: Oh, did I mention Mikey O’Reilly’s quick on his feet? I didn’t? Sorry about that, I must’ve left that part out.
Quickly composing himself, “The Scourge of God” Dagoth Kinslayer studies his opponent. Mikey O’Reilly’s a former boxer of some sort, he’s figured that part out, but does he have a wrestling background? That part hasn’t been witnessed yet. “Mr. One Punch” is back shuffling his feet, his hands are up and is back in his fighting stance. Kinslayer lunges at O’Reilly again, going for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, since that’s how all wrestling matches start, right? But O’Reilly will have none of it. He quickly backs up, throws a straight right hand in “The Kinslayer’s” face. Kinslayer shakes his off, throws a missed punch that O’Reilly easily evades, throws a right handed body shot, a left handed body hot, then stands up and head-butts Kinslayer right in the face. “The Scourge of God” staggers backward, holding his face. His eyes are blazing with anger.
Letting out a growl, Dagoth Kinslayer power-walks towards Mikey O’Reilly. But O’Reilly is ready for him, throwing a left jab to the face, right jab to the face, left hook to the face, right handed body shot and finishes it up with a left handed uppercut right in Kinslayer’s chin, taking the larger opponent to the mat.
Truth Waters: Mikey O’Reilly’s boxing skills are impressive in this wrestling match thus far.
George Cassidy: That’s exactly what this match is - a wrestling match! Mikey shouldn’t be able to use his boxing skills at all!
Dagoth Kinslayer gets to his feet, completely enraged against his smaller opponent, “Tha’ Fokin’ Pikey,” Mikey O’Reilly. Kinslayer charges at O’Reilly and finally manages to run the former Irish bare-knuckle boxing champion over with a powerful Clothesline, taking Mikey for a loop! The fans gasp at “The Kinslayer’s” tremendous strength.
Truth Waters: Oh my God! What a Clothesline by Dagoth Kinslayer! He damn near turned Mikey O’Reilly inside out!
George Cassidy: Mikey O’Reilly done piss Dagoth Kinslayer off!
Truth Waters: That’s my line, Cass. Don’t steal my lines.
Dagoth Kinslayer roars in victory. He stalks his smaller opponent, picks Mikey O’Reilly up, and presses him over his head. He walks over to the right side of the ring and throws O’Reilly into the first row! People in the front row scatter out of the way as O’Reilly crashes through chairs and lands hard onto the concrete floor. The fans boo at Kinslayer and the rest are in awe, chanting that oh-so familiar chant...
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Truth Waters: Oh my God, Mikey O’Reilly’s dead...
George Cassidy: Oh, he will be after Dagoth Kinslayer gets his hands on him.
Dagoth Kinslayer steps over the top rope and hops onto the concrete floor. He walks over to the front row where he’d dumped Mikey O’Reilly. Before he can pick O’Reilly up, O’Reilly is already on his feet, blasting Kinslayer in the skull with a steel chair! The fans cheer for O’Reilly as he hits “The Scourge of God” in the head again with a chair, rocking the big man. O’Reilly jumps over the security wall and throws a few heavy hands in Dagoth’s face, rocking the larger man, then whips him into the steel ring post, but Kingslayer counters and flings Mikey face first into the ring post, busting his forehead wide open! O’Reilly is bleeding profusely from the forehead. He slowly gets to his feet, but couldn’t evade the Big Boot administered by The Kinslayer.
Truth Waters: Big Boot by Dagoth Kinslayer! Mikey O’Reilly’s in trouble and heavily bleeding from the wound on his forehead!
George Cassidy: I’m loving this now! Mikey O’Reilly is bleeding like a stuck pig and I’m loving the sight of blood! I want more of it!
Truth Waters: Never thought of you as a sadist, Cass.
George Cassidy: After witnessing Bloodlust, I’m a full blown sadist!
Dagoth Kinslayer rolls Mikey O’Reilly into the ring, where The Kinslayer goes for the first cover of the match...
ONE!
TWO!
Easy kick-out by Mikey O’Reilly. Dagoth Kinslayer picks up the bloody bare-knuckle boxer, scoops him up and delivers a hard Body Slam, watching the smaller opponent bounce off the mat. Kinslayer bounces off the ropes, jumps up high into the air and does an Undertaker-like Leg Drop across Mikey’s throat. He goes for another cover, grinding his forearm into “Tha’ Fokin’ Pikey’s” face...
ONE!
TWO!
Kick-out by Mikey O’Reilly. “The Scourge of God” Dagoth Kinslayer locks in a Rear Chin-Lock, cinching it in as tight as he can. O’Reilly kips out of it, quickly turns around and drives both feet into Kinslayer’s face with a seated Dropkick. O’Reilly picks up Kinslayer, sets him up for a Sambo Suplex, drops backward and drives Kinslayer’s face with an Inverted Side Russian Leg Sweep O’Reilly likes to call “Eatin’ Canvas.” Afterwards he locks in an Arm Triangle/Front Choke combo called “Usin’ an Arm-Choke Thingy.” Referee Michael Ryan is in position, asking Dagoth if he wants to submit. Dagoth is hanging on, refusing to surrender to a pathetic mortal. Mikey tightens the chokehold, attempting to choke the man out, but to no avail. O’Reilly breaks the choke and gets to his feet. He drops on top of Dagoth’s back, locks in a grounded Shini no Maki (Cobra Clutch) and pulls back with a Fujiwara Cross-Face/Shini no Maki combo called “Fancy-Lookin’ Shoit Roigh’ Here!”
Truth Waters: Mikey O’Reilly is back in the driver’s seat, now showing off his wrestling expertise! Using a couple of submission maneuver along with an impact move with the Eatin’ Canvas maneuver. Mikey O’Reilly is just as good of a wrestler as he is a good bare-knuckle boxer!
George Cassidy: Don’t go all orgasmic yet. He’s only shown a few moves against Dagoth Kinslayer. I wouldn’t call him a good wrestler yet.
Mikey O’Reilly continues the pain with Fancy-Lookin’ Shoit Roigh Here!, pulling back harder and hard on Dagoth Kinslayer’s back and neck. “The Kinslayer” is holding on well, trying to figure out how to break the hold. With his right arm, he starts prying away at the Shini no Maki hold, breaking it. Mikey O’Reilly gets to his feet, kicking Dagoth right in the side of the head. He picks up Dagoth again, whipping him into the ropes and catches Kinslayer with a textbook Arn Anderson-style Spine Buster, planting Dagoth onto the mat. O’Reilly goes for his first pin fall of the match...
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
No! Dagoth Kinslayer kicks out before three.
Truth Waters: Now things are heating up now between these two superstars. Mikey O’Reilly plants Dagoth Kinslayer with a Spine Buster but couldn’t put “The Scourge of God” away with it.
George Cassidy: Dagoth Kinslayer can take a beating and still continue to fight. You gonna have to kill that man to beat him.
Both men are on their feet now. Mikey O’Reilly was the first to react with a left stomach punch, right stomach punch, left hook to the face, right hook to the face, a back heel trip into a mount, straight left hand to the face, straight right hand to the face, three head-butts to the face and finishes up with double ax handle to the face. Just for good measure, O’Reilly rolls off of Kinslayer and kicks him in the side of the head. He grabs a hold of Dagoth’s right arm, picking him up to a vertical base. “Mr. One Punch” kicks Dagoth in the gut and goes for a Front Face-lock. He has a little trouble picking Kinslayer up for a Vertical Suplex then drills Kinslayer back first onto the mat with a Sit-out Power Bomb!
Truth Waters: Emerald Isle Crush! Mikey O’Reilly goes for the lateral press - one! Two! Three! No! Dagoth Kinslayer got the shoulder up!
George Cassidy: That was a close one right there! I thought Mikey had him there.
Mikey O’Reilly gets to his feet, picking up Dagoth Kinslayer and whips him into the ropes. Mikey ducks his head, going for a Back Body Drop, but Dagoth stops, puts Mikey’s head in between his legs, goes for a double under-hook, picks him up and drives him headfirst onto the mat with a Michinoku Driver I - or Under-hook Brain Buster.
George Cassidy: Dagoth Kinslayer hit the Scourge! I hope he broke his damn neck!
Truth Waters: Mikey O’Reilly isn’t moving after that move. I think Dagoth Kinslayer killed him... again~!
Dagoth Kinslayer goes for the cover, hooking the leg...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! Mikey O’Reilly gets the shoulder up!
Dagoth Kinslayer is completely beside himself at this point. He knows that he could have put Mikey O’Reilly away with the Scourge, but that didn’t work. It’s time to put Mikey away for good. Kinslayer gets to his feet, picking up O’Reilly to a vertical base. He gets behind the smaller opponent, locking in a Shini no Maki, about to pull off the Kinslayer (Cobra Clutch in the Suplex). Out of nowhere, a surge of energy goes through O’Reilly, reversing the Kinslayer, gets behind the larger opponent and locks in a Rear Naked Choke. He drops backward, wrapping his legs around “The Scourge of God’s” waist, locking in the choke tight.
Truth Waters: Rear Naked Choke! The McGlintock Clutch! Mikey O’Reilly has locked in the McGlintock Clutch!
George Cassidy: C’mon, Kinslayer, fight it!
Mikey O’Reilly’s muscle tightening, bellowing out as he cinches the McGlintock Clutch even tighter. Every vein is exposed, Mikey is gritting his teeth and he knows that it won’t be long until Kinslayer will be choked out. Dagoth struggles to break the chokehold, as his face turns various colors. He slowly stops struggling, then goes limp altogether. Referee Michael Ryan is in position, checking on Kinslayer. He takes one of Kinslayer’s arms and raises it into the air. It drops once.
ONE!
The referee raises Dagoth Kinslayer’s arm again and lets it go. It drops for the second time.
TWO!
The referee raises Dagoth Kinslayer’s arm for the third time and lets it drop. It drops halfway and stops. Kinslayer resumes fighting the McGlintock Clutch.
George Cassidy: Dagoth Kinslayer is back in this match!
Dagoth Kinslayer gets to his feet, carrying Mikey O’Reilly on his back. Realizing the disposition he’s in, “Tha’ Fokin’ Pikey” gets off of Kinslayer’s back, knees Dagoth in the lower back and executes a Diving Inverted DDT! He goes for another cover...
br> ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! Dagoth Kinslayer kicks out!
Truth Waters: Let the match recommence ladies and gentlemen! That Diving Inverted DDT couldn’t put Dagoth Kinslayer away.
George Cassidy: I told you before, Mikey O’Reilly will not put Dagoth Kinslayer away!
Mikey O’Reilly gets up and picks up Dagoth Kinslayer, attempting Come Tumblin’ Down (Argentine Rack Backbreaker into a Gut Buster), but Kinslayer slips behind O’Reilly, quickly locks in the Cobra Clutch and throws him his head with a Cobra Clutch Suplex. The velocity of the throw makes O’Reilly land front first onto the mat.
George Cassidy: The Kinslayer! Dagoth Kinslayer hit his finisher, the Kinslayer!
There is a smile on Dagoth Kinslayer’s face after he hit his finishing maneuver. He walks over to Mikey O’Reilly, rolls him over, and goes for the lateral press, hooking the leg...
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
NO! Mikey O’Reilly got the shoulder up, and Dagoth Kinslayer is outraged, arguing with the referee!
Truth Waters: Mikey O’Reilly is still in this match! Oh my God, what a showing by both of these superstars! This match is turning into a classic between two debuting superstars here in the Atlantic Wrestling Club!
George Cassidy: I agree with that, but dammit, Mikey O’Reilly shouldn’t have kicked out of that move!
After arguing with the referee, Dagoth Kinslayer stalks his opponent, picking him up and locks in another Cobra Clutch. Before he can throw Mikey O’Reilly over his head, he breaks the hold, grabs Kinslayer’s arm and throws him over with the Ipponzei. (Credited by Skylar Green on the move.) Without letting go of Dagoth’s arm, Mikey O’Reilly drops backward, does a figure-four Head Scissors onto the head, neck and shoulder and locks in a Triangle Choke! Mikey starts arching his back, applying more pressure on the choke, trying to put away Kinslayer once and for all. But Kinslayer muscles out of the Triangle Choke. Yes, actually muscles out of the Triangle Choke.
When Dagoth Kinslayer sits up, Mikey O’Reilly is on him again, trying to lock in another McGlintock Clutch, but Kinslayer wouldn’t be having any of it. He throws his head backward, doing an innovated head-butt, hitting O’Reilly square in the nose, knocking the former bare-knuckle boxing champion onto the mat. “The Scourge of God” gets to his feet, picking up “Mr. One Punch,” kicks him in the gut and goes for another Scourge. He can’t get Mikey picked up; instead, Mikey reverses it into the Sperrin Mountains! (Mountain Bomb.)
Mikey O’Reilly gets to his feet, doing a cutthroat, signaling for the end. Mikey O’Reilly picks up Dagoth Kinslayer, kicks him in the gut, and sets his head in between his legs. He gets his arms in a crucifix pose, thumbs pointing up. Then he points his thumbs down, picking Dagoth up over his right shoulder with a Canadian Backbreaker. He pins Dagoth’s arms behind him, interlocking Mikey’s arms with his. Finally, Mikey drops to his knees, driving Dagoth onto the back of his neck and shoulder blades region with the Crucifix Pile Driver!
Truth Waters: Falling of Christ! He goes for the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Truth Waters: MIKEY O’REILLY HAS WON HIS FIRST MATCH IN AWC!
“The Enemy” by Team Cazares starts to play as James Brunt announces the winner.
James Brunt: The winner... MIKEY O’REILLY!
Exhausted, Mikey O’Reilly gets to his feet, as referee Michael Ryan raises Mikey’s arm in victory After that, O’Reilly leaves the ring, marching back up the steel ramp back into the backstage area.
Truth Waters: What a match, ladies and gentlemen. Both debuting superstars made a great showing, but Mikey O’Reilly who got the job done by hitting his finisher, the Falling of Christ. Even you should congratulate Mikey O’Reilly for his impressive performance in the ring, Cassidy.
George Cassidy: I guess I could, but dammit, I wanted to see Dagoth Kinslayer win his first match here! It’s not fair...
Truth Waters: You’ll get over it, Cassidy. Stay with us, ladies and gents, there’s still more to come!
Butterflies And Hurricanes
FEATURING: CELESTIAL FURY, SARAH KENNEDY
AUTHOR: TASO
Celestial Fury are standing on either side of Sarah Kennedy, holding their AWC Alliance Titles. Sarah has a mic and is ready for an interview.
Sarah Kennedy: I'm here with Butterfly Hamada and The Green Grappler---
Grapps: And I am here with... Sarah Kennedy!
Sarah Kennedy: Uh, yeah, right. They are known as Celestial Fury and they are the new Alliance Champions. At Bloodlust, you beat The Furious Fists of God in a hellacious Baptism of Fire match to snatch those titles away from the then newly crowned Alliance champions. Quite a shock to everyone that The Furious Fists weren't able to retain the titles just a week after winning them from the most dominant team in AWC, The Unf---
Grapps: OUCH! My ears! Blow on them please, sweetpea! They sting when naughty words are spoken in my presence.
Sarah Kennedy: Mike Wade and The Illustrious Face-Eater were the tag team cha---
Grapps: No, seriously, blow on my ears.
Butterfly Hamada: Grappler. Enough.
Grapps: But I am The Green Grappler! Upholder of all that is good and nice in this sleazy buisness we know as pro wrestling! I am your hero, my people, against the depravity of the sick twisted individuals that roam these hallways! The Unmentionables are on my list, you can assure yourselves of that!
Sarah Kennedy: Dick and---
Grapps: ARGH! My ears again!
Sarah Kennedy: OK, um... Adam… and Mike Wade are no laughing matter. They are possibly the greatest duo in AWC history and they play for keeps. And surprisingly enough, they're the #1 contenders to the Alliance titles.
Grapps: Great heroes demand great opponents! But I guess, The Unmentionables will have to do for now, eh?
Sarah Kennedy: And how about your match tonight with Heroic Henry? Any comments?
Grapps: Strap in for some full throttle action, baby! Yeah! The Wizard of Odd goes one on one tonight for the very first time in the AWC! Get ready for the fight of your life Heroic Henry! There is room for only one flamboyant one, only room for one MC of Guacamole! Get ready for a white knuckle thriller, ladies and gents! It is time to see who has the guts for the glory!
Sarah Kennedy: It's like a battle of superheroes, really.
Grapps: There can only be one, however, in AWC! Now, if Double H wants to be my sidekick, we can work something out. You must be willing to work weekends and some holidays, plus overtime of course. And you can't be afraid to clean a few roof gutters and wash windows. Plus you must love cats and gerbils. A CDL driver's license comes in handy as always, and you cannot be averse to wearing French maid outfits when the mood strikes me...
Butterfly Hamada: Grappler...
Grapps: Um... my danger radar is picking up a disturbance, ladies and gentlemen. I think someone is having trouble... trouble... trouble opening up a peanut butter jar! I'm off!
Grappler makes a grand exit, and Sarah looks a little surprised at how daft this guy can be. She turns to Butterfly, who doesn't seemed as fazed but more frustrated.
Sarah Kennedy: Odd choice of tag team partners, Megumi Hamada, and even odder still that you guys were able to pull off the win at Bloodlust.
Butterfly Hamada: He is an idiot, yes. But you would be surprised at his... resourcefulness. Thank you for your time.
Sarah Kennedy: Wait, I'm not done. What about you? Any thoughts? Where do you go now? The obvious answer is you are going to have to face Adam Dick and Mike Wade for those titles. They are the number one contenders and the word around the AWC and on the internet and all the AWC fans is that they will be coming for those titles.
Butterfly Hamada: Does it matter who comes for the titles? The Unfuckables, The Furious Fists, Collision Course, the Russells, it is all part of the game. I don't fear any one team more then the other, in fact I don't fear any one at all. Winning these titles was quite the surprise. My fight with the Martin brothers was more about respect then anything else. I've been beaten and embarrassed by Jack Murphy. I was degraded and demolished in the ring against Chainz. And then the Martins came along and thought they could do the same thing to me. I wouldn't allow it to happen again. I was a newcomer here when I first became aware that AWC has this underbelly of hate and bile and evil. It took three separate beatings for me to realize that things here were not the same as in Japan. Wrestling is more about honor and skill in Japan. Here it is about money and gold titles and egos. Well, my ego was bruised, but there is just so much even my ego will allow. The Martins found that out. Hopefully, it will end here. No one will disrespect me from here on out. Let us just find out who the best wrestler is when I walk into the ring. All this other pretense is nothing more then a sideshow I would rather not deal with at all.
Sarah Kennedy: You gained a measure of everyone's respect beating The Furious Fists, that's for sure. But now, like it or not, you do have the Alliance titles. Now you are a champion in AWC and people will be gunning for those belts.
Butterfly Hamada: And they will do whatever it takes to win them. I know. Holding titles as prestigious as these puts one in a difficult place. It is a lonely place. It is a dangerous place. Everyone is a suspect, everyone is a possible enemy. You feel that numbing in your body when you hold these titles, like icy shards running through your blood. You are so proud and also so scared. You want to be a good champion, a role model. You are a symbol for the company, and you do not want to let people down. At the same time, you get this lump pitted in your throat. You want to give up, to give in, because the pressure is so high to achieve. But you are a champion, and you are determined. Let everyone know that I am determined to be the best Alliance Champion that the AWC has ever seen. It is time that Celestial Fury either earn their stripes or become just another Furious Fists. It won't be an easy passage. A place for everything, and everything in its place, yea? Unlike the Martin's we won't be trusting in miracles. We will trust in ourselves. Even in this place of danger, trust not in miracles. Time will tell.
Sarah Kennedy: What happens if it is The Unfuckables, and your time runs out?
Butterfly Hamada: Does the flap of a butterfly's wings in Brazil set off a hurricane halfway around the world? I believe I have flapped my wings. Let us see what the tide washes ashore.
Who's To Blame?
FEATURING: CHAINZ, TERESA TOMAS
AUTHORS: SONYA AND MIKE S.
The camera fades in on a dark locker room, where Chainz and Teresa Tomas are in the same positions as before. Both are now slightly slumped over and feeling effects of their drinking.
Chainz: Four in a row, I’ve lost four matches in a row. Started undefeated through four matches, but now it’s all gone to hell and it’s all Tracy’s fault. Love her as I do, she’s to blame for all this shit. Every since her nagging started I’ve been going downhill. I can’t release the beast anymore. Just last week I was walking and saw a woman fall in a dark alley. You know the first thought that popped into my mind, hope she didn’t get hurt! That’s bullshit, the old me would have had her on her back in minutes. Now Tracy’s gotten me so fucked up I think it’s wrong, what is that all about. Why is she trying to change me now, she never tried before. Everything’s going to hell and quickly, I can’t even beat a woman in the ring. She’s emasculated me in front of the world and taken my balls in her grip, swinging me every which way to her own desires.
Teresa Tomas: Why don’t you just leave her?
Chainz: I can’t just leave her, she’s been with me through thick and thin. She’s been loyal to me through the years and has been the only one to show me true love. I love her too and can’t picture myself without her, but this is getting ridiculous. If something doesn’t change soon I think something bad might happen. That or next week I’ll lose to you in the ring.
For a moment, Teresa stares at Chainz with a blank expression, then.
Teresa Tomas: Damn, and I thought I had it bad. You take the cake bud. Geez, I just lost my baby... I mean.. my truck. Hell, that Chevy never let me down. Sorry I can't say the same about the men in my life. Damn Mapleleaf. Ya know, I feel like I let that old truck down. See, I bought it off this ole boy I knew. He was gonna sell it off to a junk yard. I still wet behind the ears in the ring ya know. Anyway. I saved up and rebuilt the whole damn thing, except t he paint of course. That’s one job I don’t do. What happens? I let a Canadian punk kick my ass in a bet and I loose my wheels. I have half a mind to knock a hole in the gas tank, light a cigarette, then drop it in the pool of gas.
Teresa grins to herself. By this time she had taken her eyes off Chainz and was looking absentmindly at the now empty Jack Daniels bottle resting on the bench beside Chainz.
Teresa Tomas: You know what happens next right? You seen that Mel Gibson movie ‘Payback’? He did that to some crooked cops that was trying to set him up.. anyway.. the car goes BOOOM!!!.
Suddenly Teresa shuts up. After minutes on endless chatter, she looks up and notices Chainz is watching her intently, as if studying her or even listening to every word. A huge grin then spreads over Teresa’s face.
Teresa Tomas: Ya know, you’re not as mean and ugly as I expected. I think I like you.
Chainz: You know, I think I like you as well.
Chainz continues smiling and so does Teresa Tomas as the cameras cut.
I'd Slap The Taste Right Out Of Her Mouth
FEATURING: JASMINE, MADDY ESTELLE
AUTHOR: JAY
The camera fades into the women's locker room where the lovely Jasmine can be seen tending to her make-up. All of a sudden Maddy Estelle barges in with a bright smile on her face.
Maddy Estelle: Oh, girl I love what you've done with your hair.
Jasmine stops what she's doing and just sneers at Maddy's presence.
Jasmine: Ummm... yeah. What are you doing here?
Jasmine sets down her make-up and turns to face Maddy.
Maddy Estelle: No reason. I just wanted to...
Jasmine folds her arms across her chest.
Jasmine: C'mon with it! Why are you really here to bother me right now?
Maddy Estelle: Well, I just wanted to know if you knew where Vince Jones is at the moment. I wanted to get a few words with him about his latest interactions with Chainz.
Jasmine nods her head and then shakes it in frustration with Maddy's presence.
Jasmine: Well, he's obviously not here, now is he?
Maddy looks around the room.
Maddy Estelle: Good point. Well, I guess I'll be leaving.
Jasmine: Hold on, babycakes. Not so fast. I wouldn't mind letting a few things off my chest while you're here.
Maddy Estelle: Oh yeah? Like what?
Jasmine: First off, it turns out that there's a certain, bitch around AWC that's been talking like she's all high and mighty lately. Turns out that she thinks the rest of us ladies around AWC are sluts. Now I cannot speak for the rest of these ho bags around here like Tracy, and... Tracy...
Jasmine pauses for a moment in thought.
Jasmine: And who was that other ho? Oh yeah, Tracy. I can't speak for all of them; but, I, for one am not a slut. And I will not stand to be called one by some two bit, uncivilized, slack-jawed, drunken, cow of a redneck woman like Teresa Tomas. I take offense to that. I mean, I can understand her frustration. She was obviously born an ugly child, grew to be an ugly woman, and she's gonna end up dying as a wrinkled up, ugly hag. That all may be true; but that gives her no reason to lash out at the beautiful people (points to herself) like myself. Redneck Princess?? Ha! Sounds like an oxymoron to me unless we're talking about a dirty pig.
Jasmine sneers in disgust at the thought.
Maddy Estelle: Wow! Some strong words there.
Jasmine nods.
Jasmine: You're right about that. I'm just the type of woman that doesn't take that kind of crap from people. If Teresa Tomas were standing here right now I'd smack the taste right out of her mouth.
Maddy Estelle: Are you for real?
Jasmine: Yeah. Now can I finish putting on my make-up?
Maddy Estelle nods her head.
Maddy Estelle: Oh, sorry about that.
Maddy exits the locker room as the camera slowly fades to black.
Collision Course vs Red Rock/Kensrue
STIPULATION: DUO TAG
REFEREE: JOSEPH REID
AUTHOR: TASO
The opening feedback of "Blame Thrower" by Reuben hits as the lights lower to darkness. The riff begins and the lights flicker red, and Red Rock's logo hits the big screen. The heavy riff kicks in...
We all have responsibilities,
we all have a social debt
and if there is a man free of guilt,
I haven't met him yet
... and Red Rock bursts out from behind the curtain with huge amounts of energy.
So now you’re backed in a corner,
you’re under verbal attack
they’re pointing fingers like guns in your face and
nobody’s got your back
James Brunt: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a tag team match! Coming to the ring at this time, weighing in at 197 pounds... RED ROCK!
Red Rock walks down to the ring with a cheeky smile on his face giving members of the crowd a nod and a thumbs-up but making an effort not to touch anyone. Red Rock reaches the ring and pulls himself up on to the apron and hops over the top rope and poses to the crowd, pouting with his hand on his hip.
James Brunt: And his partner... from Langley, British Columbia, Canada, weighing in at 190 pounds… CHARLES KENSRUE!
"Music Box" plays as Charles Kensrue heads to the ring, uninterested in the morbid response he is receiving from the fans.
Truth Waters: Quite the odd pairing we have here in Red Rock and Charles Kensrue. They have their hands full with a tag team that has the experience, so it will be interesting to see how this plays out.
"Baba O'Riley" blasts across the arena as Collision Course erupt from the back and start to slap hands with the fans as they head to the ring. Joey Six is much more animated then Jiro Sennosuke, who doesn't seem as enthused.
James Brunt: And their opponents, coming to the ring at a combined weight of 380 pounds. They are the team of Jiro Sennosuke and Joey Six... COLLISION COURSE!
Truth Waters: Collision Course on their way to colliding with an zero and three record. They need to get back ON course, ha ha... if you get my drift.
George Cassidy: You're about as funny as a brain tumor, Truth Waters. With that said, this math is quite important for Jiro and J-6. They need to make their mark in the tag division and this is a good place to start, against a pair of wrestlers who have never teamed together. But I don't give a rat's ass anyway, because these guys are all poster boys for 13 year old girls. But not for nothing, Jiro seems like a pissed off individual walking in that ring.
Truth Waters: Jiro Sennosuke has had some personal matters that have been bothering him, from what we have heard this past week. Maybe that's why he has a sour-puss on his face. But it is time for business in there right now, so all that has to go out the window.
The bell sounds as Jiro and Charles Kensrue kick it off in the ring. On the ring apron, Joey Six claps his hands to get the crowd going.
Truth Waters: Jiro is in there to start off against Charles Kensrue. Collar and elbow and then a quick go behind by Jiro. Side headlock coming to his right, step over and take down to the mat. Jiro grinds in the headlock on the canvas. Kensrue fights to get to his feet, and Jiro coaxes him over to his corner and the tag to Joey Six.
George Cassidy: J-6 at 6'2" and a slim 190 pounds, he's got inches on Charles Kensrue.
Joey slaps on the headlock now and Kensrue is able to move him toward the ropes and pushes him off. Running the ropes, Joey Six ducks under a Kensrue clothesline. Flying body press and he rolls through. Both men to their feet and Joey Six goes for the dropkick but Kensrue just sidesteps and Six hits the canvas hard! Kensrue jumps right on his back and now grabs his own side headlock. Side headlock take down, and now an armbar by Charles Kensrue. Quickly he moves with a float over to the left side of Joey Six, grabs the other arm and twists it into a wringer. Six is forced to his feet and Kensrue slaps on a hammerlock and now goes right back to the side head lock again. Takedown again by Kensrue, holds onto the side headlock.
George Cassidy: He's got moves, this Kensrue character. He is very innovative in the ring.
Truth Waters: He goes right back to the left arm and hammerlocks it and works Six back to his feet. Now he slaps on a guillotine choke. Six in a little bit of trouble, works his way forward, forcing Kensrue to the ropes. Clean break asked here by the referee and he gets it… NO! Hard shove by Kensrue on Joey Six. And Joey shoves back. Kensrue with a CHOP! Joey with a chop and Kensrue answers with a CHOP! Oh my! Kensrue with the big chops and it is stinging the hell out of Joey!
Joey attacks with a forearm but Kensrue shrugs it off and returns the favor. Like two Japanese style wrestlers, Six and Kensrue trade forearm smashes to the face. But Kensrue is bigger and just a little stonger then Joey, and his forearms are landing with more force. Back and forth the elbows fly, as does the spittle and the sweat. Kensrue knocks Joey back to the ropes with the twentieth forearm, and then grabs his arm and whips him across the ring.
Truth Waters: Kensrue able to win that battle of the strong style with the stiff forearms... whoa!
A spinebuster rocks the canvas and Six grabs his back in pain. A flipping leg drop off the ropes slams him across the throat and Kensrue is in business. He grabs the winded Joey and pulls him to his feet with a waist lock, then hits a nice release German suplex and the fans applaud.
Truth Waters: He's like a rugeon in there with those moves! Kensrue is impressive here in the opening moments.
Kensrue slides on his knee over to his corner and tags in Red Rock. Hitting the ropes to the right of Six, he gets the momentum going his way and connects with a headlock bulldog just as Joey gets to his feet. He goes for a cover quickly.
ONE!
TWO!
Truth Waters: Went for it but J-6 still has a lot left in the tank.
Joey Six kicks out with authority. To his feet, Red Rock quickly pulls Joey up and hits a forearm. Six looks like he doesn’t know what is going on around him, totally dazed and confused.
Truth Waters: THAT forearm though, looks to have emptied the last reserves of J-6!
George Cassidy: That kid doesn't have a clue in that ring! He's gonna get killed in there! I can't wait to see it!
Truth Waters: Forearm to the face by Red Rock again! Back spin kick! Facebreaker! Back fist! Grabs the arm and twists it, HEART PUNCH! HEART KICK! To the ropes, CLOTHESLINE! Oh what a series of strikes by Red Rock! The cover…
ONE!
TWO!
Truth Waters: Jiro breaks up the pin attempt, and I am pretty sure that barrage would have made quick work of Joey Six.
George Cassidy: Jiro Sennosuke has to watch this kid’s back, he is one to take a quick ass beating. Joey Six is the quintessential baby face that gets his butt handed to him every time out.
Truth Waters: We have seen glimpses of his abilities and he is no slouch either. But right here Red Rock and Charles Kensrue have given him a quick opening match pounding. Jiro made a mistake tagging out so quickly.
Red Rock picks Six up only to take him right back down again with a spinning roundhouse kick to the face. Another quick cover by Red Rock, but Jiro runs in again and saves his partner. Rock complains to the referee who sets out to get Jiro back in his corner. Kensrue claps his hands together and he gets into the ring without making the tag.
Truth Waters: Double team move now by Rock and Kensrue… double vertical suplex! And now Kensrue is back in there against Joey Six.
Kensrue throws Six into the corner and then starts throwing punches. He ducks down and lifts Six to a sitting position on the top rope and climbs up after him.
Truth Waters: TOP ROPE HURRICANRANA! Kensrue nailed it! He goes for a cover…
ONE!
TWO!
Truth Waters: Jiro AGAIN with the save for his partner! Kensrue isn’t too happy about it and he yells at Jiro as he picks up his partner off the mat. He slaps on a full nelson, looking for a dragon suplex perhaps… go behind by Six! Waist lock… Kensrue now reverses but Joey Six ducks down... SMALL PACKAGE!
ONE!
TWO!
Truth Waters: NO! Kick out by Kensrue!
George Cassidy: Joey Six rolls under a clothesline and in comes Sennosuke!
Truth Waters: The 5’11” and two hundred pound hurricane, Jiro Sennosuke comes in with one clothesline after another on Kensrue and Red Rock! BIG roundhouse kick to the chest of Kensrue! Samoan drop on Red Rock!
George Cassidy: STUNNER DDT COMBO BY JIRO! Oh man! He is running roughshod on these two! Whips Red Rock to the ropes… duck under the spin kick… LEG LARIAT! Jiro got clotheslined by Rock’s calf muscle! They both rush to their feet…. Whoa! Jiro miscalculated a punch and Red Rock hits a side Russian leg sweep! Jiro fights to get to his knees here as Red Rock made a nice move.
Red hits a big boot to the face, followed by a chop to the throat. Jiro tumbles into a corner. Red hits a spinning back hand punch, then grabs one of Jiro’s legs and throws it over the second rope.
Truth Waters: He’s looking for the Rusty Pipes!
George Cassidy: Jiro tries to fight, but a scrape to the eyes by Red Rock! Now a nice European uppercut! Another back fist by Red Rock! And now he throws Jiro’s other leg over the second rope! HA HA HA! He's going to make sure there will be no little Jiro's running around anytime soon!
Truth Waters: Shattered Dreams! Golden Globes! The Rusty Pipes of Milan! Red Rock is going to kick him right in the sack!
George Cassidy: The ref is trying to stop him… but he charges… NO! Jiro escaped and kicked him with both legs in the chest! Jiro to the second rope as Red turns around… tornado DDT!
Jiro hits the ropes and drops a shin across the throat of Red, then follows it up with an elbow. He grabs Red and gets him up, then throws a chop across his chest. Red tries to push him away and tag but Jiro grabs an arm and spins red around and scoops him up for a side salto suplex. Both men scramble to their feet, but Red has spaghetti legs and Sennosuke gets behind him and grabs his neck for a snap neck breaker.
Truth Waters: Red in a bit of trouble… gets to his feet… SHINSAKUTO CLUTCH! Jiro has slapped it on! Here comes Kensrue and here comes Joey Six!
George Cassidy: Charles hits a kick to the back of Jiro’s leg and the wrestler clutches his bruised thigh, releasing his grip on Red. Joey Six comes flying through with a kick-snap STO on Kensrue and bodies go flying.
Truth Waters: Damn that was the smoothest thing I’ve seen Six do yet. Behind you! He doesn’t see Red Rock behind him! REVERSE ATOMIC DROP BY RED ROCK AND SIX FLIES OUT OF THE RING!
George Cassidy But Red Rock is distracted… Jiro slides behind him… Face and Arm Reverse Suplex on Red Rock! And Jiro now gets up with a smile on his face!
Truth Waters: Charles Kensrue grabs Jiro from behind… C KICK! Charles Kensrue trademark move!
George Cassidy: And Red Rock is right there to take advantage! Kick! Punch! Kick! Kick! PUNT TO THE FACE! FUNSTIGATOR ON JIRO! Red Rock is strutting around the ring now! He hit his set up and very nicely I might add!
Truth Waters: Yea, but he's not aware that Joey Six is on the top rope... MISSILE DROPKICK! What a save! Joey Six knocked Red Rock head over heels on that one!
George Cassidy: Charles Kensrue is back in there as the ref is losing control of this tag match... J-6 ducks a clothesline... SUPERKICK BY J-6! Kensrue is stumbling around like a wino in a back alleyway! ONE WAY TICKET! Jiro hit the shining wizard leaping off his partner's back! He covers Kensrue!
Truth Waters: He's not the legal man! The ref is telling Jiro he's not legal and Jiro is having some words with the referee... and he doesn't see Red Rock behind him... school boy...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Truth Waters: In all that confusion Red Rock sneaks in the pinfall!
James Brunt: The winners... RED ROCK AND CHARLES KENSRUE!
Truth Waters: Quite a bit of confusion and Jiro is not taking it very well! You can't blame him, because now Collision Course has dropped their first three matches!
George Cassidy: I think he's just mad because Red Rock won and no one likes that. No one.
Truth Waters: Great win for Red and his partner. Collision Course need to get it together and come back with a stronger attempt next time.
Isn't It A Little Late To Be Pulling Shit Like This?
FEATURING: JACK MURPHY, JESSICA O'GRADY, ADAM DICK
AUTHORS: JOE SCHMIDT AND FERGUS
Jack Murphy: So, Jess...
He doesn’t know why, but ever since that night at the hospital Murphy felt the need to assure things were okay with him and his business partner whenever they happened to conduct business.
Jessica O’Grady: Stop. Seriously. I’ve got an attention span and it can’t be weathered by your insistence.
Jack Murphy: Alright.
The two searched wide eyes through the hall for Sasha Volkyeva’s office. It always frequented the oddest places being that no two arenas are alike. This was just another search, and an annoyance the Transatlantic champion could do without.
Adam Dick: MISTER MURPHY! I believe we have business to conduct.
Speaking of annoyances the Transatlantic champion can do without…
Jack turns around down the hall, forcing Jessica behind himself and a stand-off with Adam.
Jack Murphy: What’s your excuse for this loss?
Adam Dick: Oh a handicap match isn’t enough for you? Shove your elitist attitude up your ass, Irishface.
Jack Murphy: A bit of writer’s block, Facey?
Adam Dick: Shut up and just nod when I say you’re going to give me my rematch, like, now.
Jack just blinks.
Adam Dick: You’re supposed to nod here, idiot.
Jack Murphy: Why would I grant you a match that you don’t deserve?
Adam Dick: YOU KNOW DAMN RIGHT that I get my retur---
Jack Murphy: --After Pierce Lavelle gets his, that’s right.
Adam’s face gets bright red.
Adam Dick: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH MY CROWN!?!?!
Jack Murphy: Calm down, pal. You need to stay focused; that’s why you’re so unsuccessful. I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you the chance to win this back. Next week. You seem to have a tough time with women, we’ll see how you do against Ellis Nash.
Adam Dick: Me and that Bondage Bitch?! Fuck that, she’s all emo and shit. She’ll probably be busy raping Chainz next week; can’t I just fight a dude? Like Butterfly Hamada?
Jack Murphy: Nah, Ellis Nash will suit you fine. Maybe you’ll get to turn this streak around, earn a rematch, and take back your title...
Jack begins walking, forcing his way past Jessica and away from Adam.
Jack Murphy: ...but I highly doubt it.
Jack walks away, with Jessica to follow, leaving Adam with a sour look on his face. As he storms off angrily, Jessica waits until he’s out of eavesdropping distance to speak.
Jessica O’Grady: He does deserve it.
Jack stops in his tracks, almost stunned. Betrayed, in a way.
Jack Murphy: He deserves what, now?
Jessica O’Grady: What did you do to earn your title shot; lose a Frontier title match to his partner? He gave it to you because he took on any and all challengers, not unlike a certain Irish champion who just made his testimony out there---
Jack Murphy: But it’s so fun to watch him squirm. I mean, this is all he wants.
Jack holds up the title, releasing the strap from his waist.
Jack Murphy: And he can’t have it. Because it’s mine.
Her face speaks volumes without a word even leaving her lips. Jessica isn’t exactly pleased by Jack’s statement, but that isn’t going to provoke any appeasement on his behalf.
Jack Murphy: I’ll only make him squirm a bit longer.
Americans, Stupid; Turks, Smart
FEATURING: SARAH KENNEDY, CAPTAIN SULEIMON
AUTHOR: TOM HOLZERMAN
Backstage at the Liacouras Center, Sarah Kennedy is standing by with Captain Suleimon, Fresh! (pun intended :p) off his loss to Red Rock at Bloodlust.
Sarah Kennedy: Alright guys, I’m here with Captain Suleimon, and I have a few questions to ask. First off, what do you attribute your loss at Bloodlust to?
Captain Suleimon: Well, anyone can clearly see that had it not been for Red Rock’s ginger friend D’avid, I would have handily won the match. If you watched Bloodlust, you will see that his meddling directly led to my downfall. Red Rock cannot defeat me on his own, but that needs not be proven anymore.
Sarah Kennedy: But it was your manager, General Rahman, who interfered first. There’s video evidence. Everyone saw it. How can you say that D’avid initiated interference?
Captain Suleimon: Because he did. What the video cameras saw only took place within the chamber. It doesn’t show how my faithful mentor was assailed by this degenerate drug user before he entered the chamber. My teacher, the brave-hearted soul, fought back and was able to stave off the entry of D’avid and come in to help me punish the blackguard for even thinking about cheating.
Sarah Kennedy: Oh, that is the most incredulous thing I’ve heard this week. You’re just bitter because your Ottoman ideology failed and Red Rock bested you. You’re just a piece of work...
Captain Suleimon: Temper, temper now, Miss Kennedy. Remember, you are a journalist. Need I remind you that you need to keep your anger in check and remember that you should remain objective, like any good journalist?
Sarah Kennedy: (composing herself) Fine... (exhales) Alright, what is next on your agenda after this?
Captain Suleimon: Since I needn’t prove anything else over Red Rock, (Sarah seethes, holding her tongue) I will move onto other ways to express why Americans, British and other Anglophile cultures are flabby and weak. Previously, I proved that you Westerners are weak in the body. Now, I shall go after your mental dystrophy.
Sarah Kennedy: What?
Captain Suleimon: Don’t interrupt me, you strumpet. I was getting around to the specifics.
Suleimon clears his throat and stands tall for the camera.
Captain Suleimon: Next week, on Fresh!, I am going to open a challenge to anyone in the arena to take my challenge. But it is not a challenge of the body. It is a challenge of the mind... it shall be a KNOWLEDGE CHALLENGE! Sarah Kennedy: Knowledge challenge?
Captain Suleimon: That is correct. I shall regale them with questions about the history of their own country. Since I know that they are too ignorant and wrapped-up in their own little worlds to study other cultures outside their own, slaying them one by one with questions about Ottoman history would be too easy. But to them, the Reagan administration is ancient history, and if you asked them about the Ford administration, they would probably ask if that were a new SUV. Since that is the case, I want to humiliate them by asking them questions about their own country. When they cannot answer questions about America that I can answer drunk, stoned and with a head injury, I will prove my intellectual superiority as well as my physical.
Sarah Kennedy: Unbelievable. Back to you guys.
The Green Grappler vs Heroic Henry
STIPULATION: SINGLES
REFEREE: AARON DAVIES
AUTHOR: TRENT
Truth Waters: Well, we have a match coming up next that I don’t quite know how to describe. Interesting, maybe? Weird, even?
George Cassidy: Either way, it’ll be fun calling this one.
Truth Waters: You said it best, Cass, ‘cause we got the Green Grappler and Heroic Henry clashing here tonight. After a couple episodes between these two, including one during the memorable evening that was Bloodlust, it’s been something else watching this one unfold.
George Cassidy: Two rent-a-heroes fighting over one cape, Truth.
“Freewill” by Rush hits the PA, and Heroic Henry comes out in ... erm ... heroic fashion.
James Brunt: The following is a singles match! Introducing first, weighing in at 300 pounds, Heroic Henry!
Truth Waters: After a disappointing loss to Charles Kensrue at Bloodlust, Henry will be looking to come out on top with his second win in AWC territory. The first being at Fresh!burst.
“Paradoxx” by 666 hits the PA, and the Green Grappler comes out.
James Brunt: And his opponent, weighing in at 210 pounds… one half of the AWC Alliance champions, the Green Grappler!
Heroic Henry watches with his arms akimbo to his upper body, awaiting his opponent. Before the Grappler enters the ring, however, Henry has a sudden epiphany and drops to a knee, and begins to lace up an undone shoelace. The Green Grappler sees this momentary lapse and charges into the ring. Henry puts his head up right before getting smacked in the forehead with a boot platform.
George Cassidy: Wait, aren’t you supposed to learn to tie your shoes before this age?
Truth Waters: Yes, but I’ve discovered in the wrestling business, normal rules do not apply.
George Cassidy: Especially AWC. Erm … don’t tell Pearl I said that.
Truth Waters: Trust me … narking you out hasn’t worked before; I’m done trying that.
The Green Grappler lugs his huge opponent into a choke-out on the ropes before breaking the hold after a four count from the official. This doesn’t discourage the smaller man as he heaves Henry to his feet and sends him whipping into the opposite ring cables. The Grappler tries for an awkward Spinning Heel Kick but Heroic Henry thrusts his shoulder into the kick. The boot smacks hard against the shoulder and the Grappler seems to get the worst for wear in the reversal, so Henry takes him out with a clothesline.
Truth Waters: Rarely seen that before.
George Cassidy: Last time I looked into it, you block kicks with your hands, not your body.
Truth Waters: Yeah, well, that’s Heroic Henry for you.
Henry lazily gets onto one knee and eventually up, trooping over to his fallen opponent and dropping onto him for the quick count.
ONE!
The Grappler easily kicks out of the pin, which is surprising because of Kid Calvin’s mammoth body presence. Henry gets to his feet and is back on the Grappler, hooking his legs with his arms. Henry falls backwards and slingshots the Grappler into the turnbuckle, but it is poorly performed, so the cruiserweight lands smoothly on his feet. Henry is halfway to his feet, on one knee, when the Grappler comes back, sailing over him with a clothesline.
Truth Waters: Heroic Henry shows some skeptical recovery on that sequence.
George Cassidy: You try and heave around a 300-pound frame. It probably isn’t a simple task.
The Green hero is back on the attack with a quick standing moonsault to keep his opponent grounded. The Grappler executes the move and a pin.
ONE!
Heroic Henry aggressively tosses his adversary aside, almost completely out of the ring. The Grappler grabs onto the bottom rope to keep himself in the ring. Both wrestlers are to their feet quickly, squaring off in mid-ring. The Grappler doesn’t dare get into a grapple with the man whose nearly a hundred pounds more than him, which is irony at its best. However, trying to stay true to his name, the Green Grappler gets into a tie up with Henry in mid-ring, much to the amusement of the crowd.
Truth Waters: I don’t know about this strategy from the Green Grappler.
George Cassidy: I don’t think anybody does, Truth.
Although the crowd is rooting for him, the Green Grappler fails to overcome his bigger opponent and is wrestled into a headlock. Henry controls him for a good ten seconds, then eventually caps it off by slamming the Grappler’s mug into his thigh. The victim collapses to the canvas, but Henry is back on the attack with a knee drop. Henry keeps his knee pressed against the Grappler’s chest for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
The Grappler escapes.
Truth Waters: Finally, a little ring intellect from Kid Calvin.
George Cassidy: Y’know, I never really got that name.
Truth Waters: I don’t think anybody really gets Heroic Henry.
George Cassidy: Touché.
Heroic Henry brings the Grappler to his feet, then tosses him easily into the turnbuckle, coming down with a big right hand on top of his head. Henry shows a little brawler style with his opponent cornered, with big rights and lefts to the mid-section and head. Henry backs off into the middle of the ring, then comes trudging back to the corner. He sandwiches the Grappler into the turnbuckle using two tree trunk arms, causing him to stumble out of the turnbuckle. The Grappler falls right into a sloppy DDT from Heroic Henry, followed by a pin and a hook of the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
The Grappler gets out of the pin. Henry is back to his feet slowly, and tries to bring his grounded opponent up after. The Grappler seems to have regained composure, however, and gives Henry a shot in the gut. Another shot doubles him up, causing Henry to double over, putting him in perfect position for the Grappler to bounce off the ropes and dropkick him right in the breastbone. The 300-pound wrestler crashes to the canvas. The Grappler gets a burst of adrenaline and comes at him with an elbow drop. He gets up immediately and bounces off the ropes, then comes back with a leg drop, with the crowd rallying behind him.
Truth Waters: The Green Grappler finally gaining some momentum.
George Cassidy: He needs to go aerial if he’s going to win this one, Truth.
Truth Waters: Whoa there, Cassidy… enough actual commentating for one day.
As if the Grappler hears George’s words, he mounts the turnbuckle and waits for his opponent to get up. Heroic Henry is slow to one knee, and eventually finds the canvas with his second foot, just in time to put his head up and see his opponent leap towards him. The Grappler flips over him and executes a neckbreaker to a pop from the crowd.
Truth Waters: Bah gawd.
George Cassidy: Wow, ‘bah gawd’ without the exclamation? That’s gotta be a first.
Truth Waters: It just didn’t deserve the full reaction, Cassidy, I’m sorry.
The Grappler scrambles back to Heroic Henry and hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Truth Waters: The Green Grappler has done it, folks.
James Brunt: The winner… The Green Grappler!
George Cassidy: Well, I think it’s safe to say I expected more from this match.
Truth Waters: No offence to whoever, but there’s only so much you can expect from a match with two competitors just coming off their debuts.
George Cassidy: With the plethora of rookies in AWC, I’ll try and get used to it.
Truth Waters: You make it sound like a bad thing.
George Cassidy: Just the truth, Truth. Just the truth.
Truth Waters: This just in, the real George Cassidy is back!
Out With The Old, And In With The SLAM
FEATURING: MIKE WADE
AUTHOR: MIKE WADE
"Jump Around" by House of Pain hits and the crowd are on their feet and booing early.
Truth Waters: Whoa, what a way to move on with the show. With the man who in the main event at Bloodlust showed Paddy O’Shea the door from professional wrestling.
George Cassidy: Mike Wade did a fantastic thing for this company last week and listen to this reception he gets, it's all backwards!
Wade makes his way through the curtain and stops just at the start of the entrance way. On his face remains a receipt from O’Shea, a big white band-aid covering some stitches. However Wade’s receipt is very prominent. His presence alone is enough let alone the two title belts he carries, one over each shoulder.
Truth Waters: A surreal moment here in AWC, folks. The crowd are letting Wade have it. Ever since he joined AWC he made Paddy O’Shea's life hell. Now he's gone a step further and taken the man’s job!
Wade smirks his trademark smirk and simply rolls into the ring. He grabs hold of the end of his Relentless and Frontier titles at once and parades them into the air as the boos and jeers rain upon him.
George Cassidy: I have to be honest here Truth. I never heard a reception like this before.
Truth Waters: Wade along with Adam Dick in the Unfuckables are hated as hated could be. They've caused riots, but this is pure hatred from this crowd.
George Cassidy: You know what though Truth? The feeling's mutual from Wade.
Mike Wade: Relentless champion, Frontier champion, former Alliance champion, first ever PURE double champion, first ever PURE triple champion.
As Wade lists off his numerous accomplishments the crowd simply get louder and louder.
Mike Wade: And tonight we add TWO more records to my already so so impressive legacy.
Truth Waters: TWO??
George Cassidy: Very interesting.
Mike Wade: You all of course witnessed with your own eyes my first new crowning achievement right? In the main event at Bloodlust, after 6 months of making his life hell I finally ridded the wrestling world of Paddy O’Shea! The chants of "F**k you Wade" echo out the arena.
Mike Wade: Paddy O’Shea, the most overrated piece of trash I've ever had the displeasure of knowing. You people are booing me tonight, harder then you ever have before, just because I beat him. You hold him in such a high regard. You people actually... urgh... you actually love him?
A thunderous pop goes up through the arena and a "Paddy, Paddy" chant starts up.
Mike Wade: And why? What has he ever done? I've listed my accomplishments, what are his? He held the Alliance belts with some stooges because nobody ever challenged for them? The first time a real tag team comes along and he loses them. Every single time he's been in a big match situation he's lost. He's never even won a singles title. Even Red Rock won a singles title. They say he's on his way to being an AWC Legend, well in my opinion that's bullshit. A typical call of AWC staff members ruling with their hearts instead of their heads. Yes you may have thought O'Shea was a sweetheart but in AWC, in the ring where it counts he was a big fat fucking loser!
George Cassidy: He makes a good point Truth, hard to argue with.
Truth Waters: Paddy may not have held a monopoly on the titles here in AWC but he fought every night with his heart and gave an honest effort.
George Cassidy: So did Pierce Lavelle but it was his winning streak and dominance over the Transatlantic title that made him a Legend.
Mike Wade: Wins and titles make Legends, not being a nice guy. Paddy O’Shea was a disease on Irish sporting culture and it just so happens that I am the antidote. Last night of AWC television Mike Wade vaccinated the Paddy O’Shea disease and now he's gone... FOREVER!
Wade lets the mic slip away from his lips for a second to soak up the unruly atmosphere in the Liacouras Center.
Mike Wade: But that's just another thing in my long list of accomplishments, I said I had a second.
Wade reaches to his right shoulder, the AWC Relentless title. He raises it up above his head to more boos and heat from the crowd.
Mike Wade: September 30th 2005. I beat Ian English for this. My first gold in AWC. Today, February 28th 2006, I have another record. I am now the longest reigning champion in AWC history. 152 days as Relentless champion.
George Cassidy: Whoa!
Truth Waters: Well there's no doubting that's impressive.
Mike Wade: But I'm afraid 152 days is the furthest I can go with this.
Truth Waters: What?
The crowd begins to stir wondering what Wade is getting at.
Mike Wade: Because tonight, Tuesday February 28th on my 152nd day as reigning Relentless champion I must relinquish this belt.
Wade receives his first pop of the night as the arena erupts with his announcement.
Mike Wade: Like me or, more likely, hate me, you people have to realise what I have done for this belt. I brought it from a nothing title, to something that means something. I've defended it against all comers and never refused any kind of challenge. At one time I held three belts but this one mattered most.
Truth Waters: Oh my God. Wade is dropping the belt.
George Cassidy: But he prides himself so much on being a double champion.
Mike pulls the belt from his shoulder and folds it up in his arms. He takes one last look at it, kisses it and then lays it down in the centre of the ring.
Truth Waters: You know what I didn't think Wade cared about anything let alone respect anything but that belt was his life. Mike Wade actually showing class here.
Mike Wade: That was tough, but you know what I got an extra fuck you for all you people!
Truth Waters: I spoke too soon.
Mike Wade: You're all probably asking why I am doing this since I pride myself on being a double champion. And you're right to ponder. But there is one other belt you can win to be a double champion. One BIGGER belt, the only one that has eluded me so far. The AWC Transatlantic title!
George Cassidy: Yes! Come on Mike!
Truth Waters: That would make him the first ever Grand Slam winner.
Mike Wade: I have never gotten one shot at that belt. Despite my dominance in this federation. I have nothing left to prove to the Relentless title, but to myself I have everything. It's time for Mike Wade to take his rightful place in this company. For too long I've been held back, for too long I've sat and watched as others were promoted before me. But when Jack Murphy and even AIMZ got shots at the title, then this Irishman got pissed off. Aimz has been here a wet day and I beat Murphy two weeks earlier to win the Frontier belt and somehow he's now the champ? Wadey don't play that! Now although I've never gotten my shot, all that is about to change. MICKEY!
Wade hollers out to his 2 foot 5 inch ever present leprechaun manager Mickey Moore. Mickey makes his way through the curtain to ringside with a briefcase in hand, THE briefcase. He hands it to Wade.
Mike Wade: This here is MY prize from the Triangles pay-per-view.
Truth Waters: I think he means Tim Shipley’s prize.
George Cassidy: No. I think YOU mean HIS prize.
Mike Wade: Adam Dick presented me with this for my efforts defending my Relentless title in a six-way Pyramid Scramble at Triangles.
Truth Waters: What a lie! They stole it!
Mike Wade: I wasn't even in the match itself. But with this prize I can have anything I want, guess what I want? JACK MURPHY! Consider this a challenge. Mike Wade now is the Main Event, and I am now putting this gauntlet down that I will use my Triangles prize for a shot at the Transatlantic title... NEXT! WEEK! ON! FRESH!
Truth Waters: NO!
The crowd goes mad with booing.
George Cassidy: Murphy against Wade! Brilliant!
Truth Waters: How can this be allowed?!
Mike Wade: Jack Murphy bring your A game, because Mike Wade is now Main Event and he's soon to be Grand Slam!!
"Jump Around" by House of Pain hits as Wade holds the briefcase aloft in the air as the now vacant Relentless Title lies in the centre of the ring.
Truth Waters: What a way to hype next week’s Fresh!. Mike Wade vacating the Relentless title and he's now gunning to be the top man, the AWC Transatlantic champion!
Seeing Red
FEATURING: TRACY, MADDY ESTELLE, CHAINZ, TERESA TOMAS
AUTHOR: MIKE S.
We quickly cut to the backstage hallways where Tracy is seen walking alone. She is wearing short skirt with knee high black leather boots showing off her long and athletic legs. Her top is enclosed in a t-shirt sizes too small even for her slender frame causing it to be barely enough to cover her chest. Needless to say she garners the attention of all the male employees as she passes them, somewhat of a worried look about her. Out of nowhere she bumps into Maddy Estelle who stands in there, unable to keep her eyes from starring at the much larger chest in front of her.
Maddy Estelle: Must you always show off?
Tracy: Hey, not my fault I’m beautiful. Hey have you seen Michael anywhere?
Maddy Estelle: Yeah, I’ve seen him.
Tracy: (annoyed) Mind telling me?
A small grin crosses Maddy’s face.
Maddy Estelle: Oh you mean you don’t know?
Tracy: Know what?
Maddy Estelle: Well I saw Teresa Tomas stumble into his locker room about half an hour ago. Sounded like they were having a good time in, talking and laughing and sharing a bottle of Jack.
Tracy’s eyes shoot wide open.
Tracy: What! He told me he was going to stop womanizing and that I was enough for him.
Maddy Estelle: Don’t know what to tell ya.
Tracy runs off towards the locker room.
Maddy Estelle: Bitch, can’t ever keep her man satisfied.
We follow Tracy as she runs through the hallways, bouncing wildly as she goes causing every male to stare in amazement. She finally reaches the locker room and pushes the door open. The lights are still off, but the light from the hallway is enough to illuminate the room. Chainz is lying on his back, completed wasted. Teresa is right by his side, much in the same condition. Her head is resting on his shoulder and his head against hers. Tracy immediately goes red in the face.
Tracy: MICHAEL!!!
Chainz slowly stirs, but doesn’t wake up all the way. She goes over and shakes him until his eyes pop open.
Chainz: Hey honey, join the party.
A drunken Chainz leans in to kiss Tracy, but she pulls her head back.
Tracy: You smell like Aimz’s vagina and that’s one thing I don’t fancy kissing.
With great effort she helps Chainz to his feet and leads him out of the locker room, leaving Teresa Tomas all on her own.
Tracy: Time to leave and when you sober up you got some explaining to do.
Chainz: Sure thing Sandy.
Tracy: Sandy, who’s Sandy?
Chainz: Whoops, I already said to much. Come on carry me.
Chainz slouches and leans heavily on Tracy who struggles to keep from falling. Somehow she manages to get him to the car and get him in the back seat. She gets in the drivers seat and speeds out of the arena.
Darcy Crisis vs Jack Murphy
STIPULATION: SINGLES
REFEREE: MICHAEL RYAN
AUTHORS: JAMIE FLETCHER (NARRATIVE) AND PIERRE HYDE (COMMENTARY)
James Brunt: The following is a singles match. Introducing first, from Kildare, Ireland, weighing in at 278 pounds… the AWC Transatlantic champion, JACK MURPHY!
“Burn” by Throwdown, the new entrance music for The Bull, plays as Murphy strides through the curtain with perhaps his most positive – or least negative, then – reaction in AWC so far.
George Cassidy: Here he comes… it’s time to watch the master at work!
Truth Waters: It seems Jack Murphy’s gained himself some fans by taking the belt from “King” Dick.
Murphy leaves his belt in the hands of the timekeeper before rising up the steps and entering the ring, raising his arms to the crowd. His music fades to be replaced by that of Darcy Crisis:
Hide your face forever…
Dream and search forever…
The Guano Apes rock the house with “Open Your Eyes” as Darcy Crisis garners a good set of cheers, walking out to compete in his first main event.
Truth Waters: Not a blemish on the record of Darcy Crisis in AWC, yet he was out here earlier telling us how he needs to step it up. If he really can move it up a gear, we could be looking at something great.
George Cassidy: Uh, right. The next… Eddie Sanders perhaps?
Truth Waters: Dare I say the next Pierce Lavelle?
George Cassidy: Pff! You compare that guy to an AWC Legend! Unthinkable. He’s too caught up with Aimz to ever even consider the big picture…
Truth Waters: I agree with you there, but this main event booking with the champion could be enough to sharpen the mind of Darcy Crisis.
George Cassidy: Or it could put him on the shelf, crocked until well after Lavelle himself is back. I’ll go with the latter. Murphy won’t show any mercy to the pretender!
Side stepping back and forth Darcy Crisis eyes up the champion. You can almost feel his brain working, finding the best strategy that will score him the victory and sky rocket him up the rankings in AWC. On the other hand Jack Murphy is less worried; the Transatlantic champion is less intense about the occasion. His face doesn’t read of great determination but of a cocky champion. After overcoming Adam Dick and Aimz to win the Title at Bloodlust he has little to be afraid of.
Truth Waters: Murphy does look confident.
George Cassidy: With good reason! He’s the best, and he knows it. And The Bull is loving not just being the champion, but the perks that come with it.
Finally Darcy Crisis decides to explore a traditional tie up. He locks horns with the champion who dismantles Crisis quickly exploiting Darcy’s nerves. Shooting back up onto his feet Darcy concentrates harder, he spits into his hands, rubbing them together almost insinuating that it was the grip that let him down. Throwing himself at Jack Murphy for a second time he puts up a much more controlled battle. He forces concessions from the champion who is wrestled back a few steps by Crisis. Crisis’ fierce battle is countered by the determination of The Bull who like a caged, er, bull rams forward grounding Darcy Crisis once again.
George Cassidy: That’s it. Make him do all the work!
Hitting the mat comfortably Darcy Crisis wastes no time getting back up. He again skips around Jack Murphy, this time Crisis goes in with one hand in the air. Sniggering Jack Murphy obliges mirroring Crisis but Crisis withdraws his hand at the last possible moment and surprises Jack Murphy with a kick to the shin. A distinctive chorus of heat can be heard as Darcy Crisis capitalizes on his cheap move drilling the head of Jack Murphy into his knee.
Truth Waters: Crisis taking it to a slightly more unorthodox plane!
Brutal is the only way to describe the second knee to face shot. Feeding off his own aggression Darcy Crisis releases Jack Murphy’s head chucking him to the ground with malice. The well rounded Darcy Crisis takes two steps towards the floored Murphy, taking a small jump into the air he takes a small leap into the air and drops both feet into the chest of Murphy as if he was slab of pavement in a little girls skipping rope game.
George Cassidy: His game’s disintegrated already. I thought he might be able to match a few holds, at least. I’m disappointed.
The great strong style offensive allows Crisis some time, planning well Crisis flips Jack Murphy over onto his back and locks up his legs so that he can’t break free. Stretching his own body as far as he can Darcy Crisis slaps Jack Murphy either side of his head, trying his hardest to make Murphy lift his arms. In an instant reaction Murphy’s hands correspond to Darcy’s wishes. Hoisting Jack Murphy’s arms back, Crisis seesaws onto his own back and erects the body of the Transatlantic champion into the air. Murphy is bowed at an acute angle to increase the surfboard’s pain.
Truth Waters: Whoa! Surfboard into play!
George Cassidy: And that is a little more impressive, I suppose…
Struggle allows Murphy to get his legs free. Rolling over himself Murphy is able to break the hold his arms are in, from the perched position he is in behind Darcy Crisis, Murphy is able to slap a headlock on Darcy.
George Cassidy: And Murphy’s free of it right away! That’s the mark of a world class technical wrestler.
However Darcy’s response is sharp, he makes great ground getting up onto his feet and then delivering three staggeringly stiff elbows to the rib cage of Jack Murphy. Murphy’s grip is broken, Darcy is fired up… Pivoting he wraps his arm around Jack Murphy’s head and instantly attempts to snap suplex Murphy but Murphy’s feet travel far enough to land perfectly.
Truth Waters: Snap suplex attempted, but perhaps not advisable with a man of that bulk; in the event The Bull manages to swing through… neckbreaker!
Reversing the momentum Jack Murphy takes Darcy Crisis down with a neckbreaker out of nowhere. With a cocky swagger surrounding him Jack Murphy pins Darcy Crisis but doesn’t hook the leg out of pure confidence.
ONE!
It is only just a one. Darcy Crisis is able to kick out just after the referee’s hand comes off the mat.
George Cassidy: Lateral press… gets just one.
As if it was a sequence Jack Murphy lifts Darcy Crisis up off the mat and applies a front face lock, Crisis fights it off with a headbutt out of nowhere, his head landing in the rib cage of Jack Murphy. Then grabbing hold of Jack Murphy’s hips Darcy Crisis attempts a Northern Lights suplex but again both of Murphy’s feet land on the mat.
Truth Waters: Jack Murphy using his weight well in the air – this time managing to pull out of the Northern Lights suplex.
Murphy does his best to nail a neckbreaker but slipping his head out of the hold Crisis pushes Murphy forward into the ropes, to a small pop from the fans.
George Cassidy: Why cheer that? Why?
Truth Waters: The fans showing us they’re with the underdog!
George Cassidy: Is he even an underdog? If he’s so great, if he’s unbeaten and everything…?
Truth Waters: Anyone facing the AWC Transatlantic champion has to be the underdog… not even PRIME’s Universal champion could walk in here and be called the favourite in a match with the best of AWC. And that’s a testament of how far we have seen this fed come!
George Cassidy: Pff, we’ve got a way to go yet…
Darcy Crisis lowers himself to catapult Jack Murphy but Murphy leaps into the air and splits his legs avoiding Darcy Crisis. This time with much less momentum Murphy rockets off of the other ring ropes and he comes back catching Crisis by surprise with a brutal arm lariat which sends Darcy Crisis flipping to the mat. Showing great understanding the champion doesn’t pin Darcy Crisis and instead picks him up off of the mat. Crisis is at the mercy of the champion who decides to place him underneath his legs. Moving into the centre of the ring Jack Murphy sets Darcy Crisis up for the piledriver but Crisis takes both of Jack Murphy’s legs out.
George Cassidy: The Bull nearly had him there…
Truth Waters: A quick-witted escape for Crisis.
Murphy hits the mat and before he can think Crisis grounds his leg between his, turning Murphy over he wraps both of Murphy’s legs up.
Truth Waters: Oh-oh, Sharpshooter on!
The Sharpshooter is wasted, in the application stages Murphy was able to shimmy closer to the ropes and as soon as the submission is slapped on, Murphy smothers the ropes.
George Cassidy: Clever work by Murphy – BREAK IT!
The referee counts… One! Two! Three! Not even bothering to go to the four count Darcy Crisis releases the submission. However Crisis doesn’t allow Murphy to escape out of the ring and picks him up in a waist lock. German suplex! Darcy Crisis makes the pin on the champion.
Truth Waters: HEAVY German suplex and the cover…!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
George Cassidy: Just two.
Embarrassed Jack Murphy scatters across the ring away from Darcy Crisis whose abilities have taken him in a state of shock. A faint smile briefly adorns Darcy Crisis’ face; Jack Murphy replies with a sarcastic clap. The two laugh and collide, purposefully going down onto his knees Jack Murphy leads Darcy into a false sense of security, Crisis lifts his knee in an attempt to strike Murphy but snatching Crisis’ knee Murphy brings Crisis down with a dragon screw into an inverted ankle lock… but like Murphy, Crisis is too close to the ropes.
George Cassidy: Juicy technical interplay here!
Mirroring Crisis’ attack, Murphy places both hands around Crisis but Crisis uses the ropes to launch himself at Murphy, extending his elbow he floors Murphy. Turning and rising at once Crisis launches himself at Murphy. In an MMA style hold down Crisis attacks the Transatlantic champion with an array of different punches.
Truth Waters: It’s Darcy Crisis’ versatility that is causing Jack Murphy such problems.
They are flying in at all angles, doing all he can to block the punches Murphy isn’t doing that bad of a job until he begins to get worn out. His right block is too slow, Darcy hits his unprotected rib which throws Murphy off game. Darcy’s left also scores hard, Murphy frees his hands accepting anything Darcy can throw at him… Darcy falls for it; Jack wraps his hands around the neck of Darcy Crisis. Rolling over Jack Murphy applies a triangle choke hold to Crisis.
George Cassidy: Aha! Triangle hold in place! Stop here, Darcy, bye-bye unbeaten streak…
Crisis struggles, there is nothing for Crisis to grab as the champion drains the life out of Crisis by the second. Tugging on Darcy Crisis’ head the champion pulls violently so all the blood rushes to the head.
Truth Waters: A look of steely determination on The Bull’s face!
Banging his right hand on the canvas Darcy Crisis’ concentration can only be beaten by his pain. Out of somewhere Darcy Crisis finds the energy to get onto his knees.
Truth Waters: Oh, now how did he do that?
Murphy climbs onto the back of Crisis making his best effort to suppress him but Crisis flips Murphy over onto his back.
George Cassidy: …
Truth Waters: You can admit Murphy made a mistake, Cassidy.
George Cassidy: What happened? I blinked.
Completely free, Crisis applies his own triangle choke… no Murphy escapes and retreats across the ring.
George Cassidy: Ha, you don’t use Murphy’s own moves on him!
Intrigued Jack Murphy offers his hand to Darcy Crisis, Darcy rejects the sporting offer of the champion. Pissed off quite evidently, Jack Murphy smashes Darcy Crisis in the temple with a dropping punch; Crisis flies off balance and into the ropes. The Transatlantic champion deals two swift back handed chops burring the chest of Darcy Crisis red. Falling into position Darcy Crisis backs into the ropes, Murphy lobs Crisis across the ring, against his own will Crisis explodes off of the ropes walking into a dropkick from the champion. Jack Murphy pins Darcy Crisis.
George Cassidy: MIGHTY DROPKICK!
ONE!
TWO!
Expecting Darcy Crisis to kick out, Murphy is already up. Crisis raises his head, blindsiding Crisis Murphy double foot plants a dropkick to the back of Darcy Crisis’ head which grounds Darcy Crisis and again the champion pins him.
Truth Waters: And again!
ONE!
TWO!
For a second time the champion confusingly releases his own pin on the challenger.
Truth Waters: What is he doing? He let him go again!
George Cassidy: If in Mexico the champion would find himself a loser but in normal professional wrestling rules, Jack Murphy is allowed to punish Darcy Crisis as he sees fit.
Picking Darcy Crisis up off of the mat he drags him to the corner of the ring. In true European style Jack Murphy howls out to the crowd “Watch this”. His comments are met with only mild interest; Murphy responds to this by gnashing his teeth and smashing Darcy Crisis’ head into the turnbuckle; he administers the punishment repetitively.
Truth Waters: What is he doing?! Murphy’s offense has degenerated suddenly to this!
On the fourth occasion Darcy Crisis challenges Jack Murphy’s dominance by grabbing the top turnbuckle pad. Jockeying for control Darcy Crisis lifts his foot onto the middle turnbuckle and springs off at thrusting Jack Murphy into the middle of the ring. Jack Murphy responds by attempting to take Darcy Crisis down with an arm lariat but Darcy Crisis ducks. Murphy is standing in front of the turnbuckle, exposed Murphy turns as Darcy Crisis’ body weight connects, knocking him into the corner.
George Cassidy: It’s nip and tuck here…
Falling out of the corner Jack Murphy is given no time to counter Crisis’ attack. Crisis locks the champion’s head into a side headlock and runs across the ring, propelling himself up onto the top ring turnbuckle. Crisis turns but Murphy pulls him down… Crisis lands crotch first on the ring ropes! The counter from the bulldog saves Jack Murphy.
Truth Waters: Ooh, Crisis doesn’t look happy!
George Cassidy: We should be thankful. No baby Aimzes shooting up before they can walk.
Truth Waters: I think Crisis is a good influence on –
George Cassidy: Why waste a good influence on somebody too far gone?
Truth Waters: You know, sometimes I think we’re a bit too hard on that girl.
The follow up from Murphy is foiled. Crisis ducks Murphy’s swinging right, angling his elbow Crisis connects with Murphy’s chin. Briefly distracted Murphy’s ignorance to the situation gives Crisis enough time to stand up on the ring cable. He flies off trying to take Murphy down with a clothesline but the Transatlantic champion lowers his back, lifting himself at the correct moment he engineers the landing of Darcy Crisis across his shoulders in position for a powerful onslaught.
Truth Waters: Oh, he’s caught Darcy Crisis in mid-air!
George Cassidy: End it!
Spinning on the spot Jack Murphy executes an airplane spin into a sloppy inverted back breaker - for obvious reasons beyond his control. Popping off of Jack Murphy’s knee, Darcy Crisis is set up perfect for a follow through from the champion. Immediately following up his aggressive power moves Jack Murphy turns the knife wrapping his arms around Darcy Crisis. However the bear hug is not a means to the end, only a transition for the greater purpose… a spine bomb!
George Cassidy: Devastating!
Truth Waters: That’s the end for Darcy Crisis!
Murphy stays sat down pinning Darcy Crisis.
ONE!
TWO!
Crisis claps his feet around Murphy’s head.
George Cassidy: Oh, he escaped!
Truth Waters: Darcy Crisis lives to fight on against the champion. If Crisis wins tonight, does he get a title shot?
George Cassidy: I doubt there are any guarantees… but some way down the line, I guess it’s likely… Aimz got one pretty soon after edging it over Adam Dick.
Truth Waters: But she lost to Ellis Nash…
George Cassidy: Of course, we CAN’T question the bookers!
Truth Waters: No, or Sasha’ll probably put a cage around us too!
Waters motions to the wire fence surrounding the perimeter of the ringside area, purportedly for the safety of the fans. Meanwhile they both begin to recoup and get back onto their feet but Murphy is first. Murphy sweeps out Darcy Crisis’ left foot taking him down; Murphy steps over Crisis’ leg but before he can lock any submission hold in, there’s a counter. Like a horse Crisis kicks Murphy in the ass, Murphy doesn’t budge far but his hold on the left leg is broken.
George Cassidy: The Bull just can’t pin this man down.
Pivoting Murphy swings his foot around, Crisis grabs the foot and takes Murphy down to the ground with a dragonscrew but Murphy doesn’t budge and keeps his feet firmly grounded. With Crisis below him Murphy attempts to drop all his weight onto the head of Darcy Crisis but Crisis responds by lifting his legs up into the air and hooking Jack Murphy’s arms, so as Murphy falls he can push him away… This strategy means Jack Murphy hits the floor and not Darcy Crisis. Darcy Crisis pins the champion.
Truth Waters: We have a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
No the champion escapes.
George Cassidy: Two-count.
Truth Waters: A loss would bring serious credibility issues over his reign and degenerate any respect he has as a credible champion.
George Cassidy: Jack Murphy will be credible to the day he dies!
Darcy Crisis’ follow up is soon suppressed by Jack Murphy who responds to the pin scare with great authority. Jack counters a headlock pushing Darcy Crisis off. Darcy Crisis throws his own body weight towards Jack Murphy trying to reapply a headlock but Murphy again pushes him away. Getting up onto his feet Murphy puts Darcy Crisis in a headlock which Darcy counters, slipping loose. Darcy shoves Murphy off into the… no Murphy reverses the move sending Darcy Crisis into the ring ropes. Spinning around Murphy winds his arm up like a baseball pitcher… he chops thin air as Darcy Crisis doesn’t come back, instead Darcy Crisis holds onto the ring rope. Crisis connects with a hard chop of his own.
Truth Waters: That one echoed all round the arena!
Lighting up red, Jack Murphy’s eyes go blood shot as he does his best to soak up the pain. He responds with rapid chops, all from above beating down on the chest of Darcy Crisis… the champion beats Crisis into the corner of the ring. Jack Murphy goes overboard and misses a chop, dodging Crisis kicks Jack Murphy in the hip and bangs his head into the ring cable. Then grabbing Jack Murphy in a headlock he bulldogs him off of the top rope… in a less acrobatic version of slice bread number 2!!!
Truth Waters: Big move for Crisis! Could this be the beginning of the end for the new champ?
Standing Darcy Crisis drops his elbow down into the stomach of Jack Murphy. He then hooks the champion’s leg as the referee slides down.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
No Jack Murphy kicks out just before the three count.
George Cassidy: OH, come on Murph!
Having half anticipated the recovery Darcy Crisis is quickly up. He goes to the corner of the ring and tips up off of it; he drops his knee into the rib cage of Jack Murphy… but Murphy moves and Darcy Crisis’ knee smashes into the canvas. With a level footing Jack Murphy goes to escape but Darcy Crisis takes his right leg out and downs the champion… no the champion extends his hands and presses up off them, flips around and pulls his leg out of Darcy Crisis’ grasp. Charging at Crisis, Murphy locks his head into a submission but Darcy Crisis rolls to his right, Crisis is free and does the same to Murphy, but before Crisis can even lock the submission in Murphy repeats the exact counter that Darcy Crisis had done before.
Truth Waters: Counter and counter and counter and…
However Murphy follows the counter up by grabbing Darcy Crisis’ wrist. Turning Crisis’ wrist over he applies a very painful lock but Crisis is off the blocks and almost spins to the ropes, placing his bottom foot onto the bottom cable. The referee forces Jack Murphy off of Darcy Crisis.
Truth Waters: …counter and counter and…
George Cassidy: (calmly) Naked ladies.
Truth Waters: WHERE?!
Cassidy smirks. Now Murphy’s over eagerness to end the match costs him his advantage as Darcy Crisis avoids an elbow. Just before Murphy passes him and lands in the ropes Crisis grabs the champion by the head and while on his knees “mini” snapmares him into the center of the ring, getting up Crisis nails Jack Murphy in the back with huge MMA style kicks that look grim.
George Cassidy: Where does he learn that stuff?
Truth Waters: Are you intimating Jack Murphy could do with some MMA knowledge?
George Cassidy: I –
Truth Waters: Because Darcy Crisis looks the more complete competitor!
Murphy can do nothing but except the punishment dealt out to him by Darcy Crisis who is going to stop at nothing. Crisis with all his experience pummels the kicks in turning the champions back bright red, like the scorching sun.
Aimz!!!
George Cassidy: Oh… dear Lord…
The camera pans to the ramp where the bitch that is Aimz is standing. She has a very smug smile on her, walking down the ramp she begins to slow clap Darcy Crisis. This distracts Darcy Crisis, Darcy begins to move towards the ring apron looking on at Aimz who is walking down the ramp.
Truth Waters: DARCY HAS HIS BACK TURNED AWAY FROM JACK MURPHY!!! For God’s sake man, leave the girl, leave it –
MURPHY CRAWLS ACROSS THE RING AND PULLS DARCY CRISIS DOWN FOR THE QUICK ROLL UP!!!
George Cassidy: YES! YES!
ONE!
TWO!
Jack props his feet up on the middle rope.
THREE!
George Cassidy: IT’S THE ONLY TIME I’LL SAY IT AIMZ, BUT HOW GREAT IT IS TO SEE YOU!
DING! DING! DING!
James Brunt: The winner… JACK “THE BULL” MURPHY!
Truth Waters: HE NEEDED HIS FEET ON THE ROPES AND THE DISTRACTION OF AIMZ! THAT BASTARD!
George Cassidy: Jack Murphy with a fine win to commence his reign!
Truth Waters: And to think I was starting to respect him!
George Cassidy: Truth, he didn’t ask Aimz to come down!
Truth Waters: That’s not the – GRR! We’ll see you next week when there’ll be payback for this!