Fresh! Results31st January 2005
Core-Ting New Talent
FEATURING: DAVID "PEARL" HARBER, CHARLES KENSRUE
AUTHOR: TRENT GILL
Before the show...
The bare hallways of the Hinkle Fieldhouse, location of tonight’s AWC Fresh!, are deserted many hours before tonight’s show. One room of many, however, has a door that is opened slightly, and barely noticeable voices are coming from the walls within. The camera approaches the door slowly and its holder knocks on the office door, and a recognizable voice responds.
Pearl: You’re late!
The camera moves into the room, rather office, to see AWC’s Entertainment Co-Manager seated behind his desk in conversation with an unfamiliar face who sits across from him. The man is no taller than 5'10", and has straight, dark-brown hair that lengthens past his ears. His bangs hang in an almost odd way, covering half of his right eye and furthermore, a quarter of his face.
“This is being taped?”
Pearl: Naturally. You will find, Charles, that I am very fond of my organization’s followers, and like them to know what’s going on in my promotion.
Charles: Of course.
Pearl: Besides, I don’t think there’s much more that we need to go over. You passed your physical, your contract expectations can easily be met, and it’s safe to say you’ll fit in with us here at the Atlantic Wrestling Club.
Charles Kensrue: That was my intention.
Pearl: Who did you say enlightened you about AWC?
Charles Kensrue: Tim Shipley.
Pearl: And how do you know him?
Charles Kensrue: I’d rather not talk about it.
Pearl: Why, do you have a bone to pick with him?
Charles Kensrue: Not at all. I met him in Core Wrestling.
Pearl: Yes, of course. Seems that with each growth spurt this promotion goes through, so does the number of wrestlers that have jumped ship from there. Although, I am curious as to why you’ve changed your name from Sean Aspinall... and not just your ring name, either.
Charles Kensrue: I think I made myself clear when I said I don’t want to talk about it.
Pearl draws in his breath sharply.
Pearl: That’s not good enough, Charles, not if you want me to put you on my payroll. Is there something about your past that you think I should know about? Your background check seemed fine, although it was skimpy on details.
Charles Kensrue: I abandoned the name Sean Aspinall for a reason.
Pearl: Enlighten me.
Charles Kensrue: (hesitates) After Core, I became a CIA agent.
Pearl: (laughs) Yeah, right. And I led the American troops into the capture of Hussein.
Charles Kensrue: Think what you will, I’m not lying.
Pearl: (looks curiously at him) Okay. Shouldn’t be much of a problem here... you’ll get along great with Ellis Nash, she’s former FBI.
Charles Kensrue: The two have their differences.
Pearl: The American political and judicial systems always have.
Charles Kensrue: CIA is neither.
Pearl: How about we agree to disagree?
Charles Kensrue: Sure.
Pearl: Great... (stands up) I look forward to seeing what you can do.
Both of them push their chairs back and stand up. Pearl shows an outstretched hand which Charles shakes firmly, then turns to leave. He shuts the door behind him, and AWC’s Entertainment Co-Manager stands alone, almost bemused.
Pearl: (to himself) ...At least I hope he’s not a problem.
The camera fades away as Pearl sits down and reaches for the phone.
She Really Don't Like You
FEATURING: HASH BROWN BRIDGES, PLEASURE AND PAIN
AUTHOR: ADAM ST. OURS
Outside the nice and pretty much filled Hinkle Fieldhouse standing by himself is Hash Brown Bridges. This is an abnormal sight for many of different reasons; firstly he is alone where is Chuck? Secondly where is his guitar? And thirdly his is not dressed to perform, so not like Bridges. As he is standing there a black Chevrolet Silverado pulls into a near by parking spot and out steps newlyweds Tiara Belle and Wayne Russell.
Bridges who has a match with Wayne Russell later in the evening is ear to ear with a smile. He acts like he is playing air guitar as he starts to bellows the chorus of White Snakes' “Here I go again”.
An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
Wayne lets out a chuckle at hearing Bridges sing acapella to the Whitesnake song. However his wife is not impressed as he is, she smacks him on the chest and is quick to confront the singing man.
Tiara Belle: Don't you have anything better to do? I mean you do have a match tonight…
Bridges doesn't even pay attention to her, he sings the next verse.
I don't know where I'm going
But I sure know where I've been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
But here I go again
Here I go again
Tiara Belle: You know you sound better with a guitar…
Bridges stops singing hoping he might have just converted her, to a fan. Wayne is also in shock.
Russ Bridges: Oh really?
Tiara Belle: Yeah it drowns out your horrible voice.
Wayne and Bridges are both surprised by her actions but Wayne knows better then to go against his wife and he laughs whole heartily.
Russ Bridges: Well I am sorry but someone broke it, I should hopefully have a new one by next week. We will see though...
Tiara Belle: Hopefully we can stop that from happening. Wayne let's go.
Tiara grabs her husband’s hand and escorts him into the arena where he will be facing off against Hash Brown a little later.
Wayne Russell: Best of Luck…
Tiara Belle: Don't try and be his friend… let's go!
The two rush past Bridges and thru the doors leaving him there all alone singing acapella again, but this time to no audience.
Forging Royalty
FEATURING: BLACKSMITH, ADAM DICK
AUTHOR: JOE SCHMIDT
Blacksmith: Are you sure you want to do this? I mean — are you sure you’re allowed?
Adam Dick: Of course I’m fucking sure. It’s only proper that these assholes know exactly what they’re dealing with.
Blacksmith: Alright. I’ll have it ready in two weeks -
Adam Dick: TWO WEEKS?! That’s almost fourteen days, dude, and I’m not paying you to go on a coke binge with four hookers. Those usually take fourteen days, so I don’t see why you can’t finish this earlier.
Blacksmith: (sigh) Fine. I’ll have it ready in two days.
Adam Dick: Excellent.
And so the deed was done. The blacksmith found it difficult stripping the plates from the leather strap but once they were loose the work came much more naturally.
The flames. The hammers. The strikes.
He’d keep smacking away at the gold. Shaping it. Forging it to be something greater than it could be.
Transatlantic championships are one thing.
Transatlantic sovereignty is another.
When Adam Dick returned for his order, he was more than satisfied.
Adam Dick: There’s going to be a shit-storm this Tuesday...
Matisyahu’s fifteen minutes of fame had nothing on the Illustrious Face-Eater.
Introduction
FEATURING: TRUTH WATERS, GEORGE CASSIDY
AUTHOR: PIERRE HYDE
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 Hinkle Fieldhouse go wild, screaming their lungs out as the video screen bursts into action with highlights of 2005. All the big spots are there: Hate tossing Pierce Lavelle off the bus in the Streets Of London match; Jack Murphy’s flying Bull Charge on Tim Shipley in the Triangles structure; Lavelle’s Whiplash to send Alexander Strider into the fire at Solarized; 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, momentarily fading through to a shot of Adam Dick, a sneer on his face having overcome Pierce Lavelle for the Transatlantic title at the first show of 2006, the gold draped across his shoulder. And then it’s white light.
George Cassidy: WELCOME TO CORE WRESTLING PRIDE!
Truth Waters: Wrong show Cassidy. Dumbass.
George Cassidy: You’re right. My fault. Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Fresh! We’re stoked to be –
Truth Waters: Hang on, you can’t just rip off their entire show.
George Cassidy: Why not? If Core can take your opening line, we can take their whole damn show.
Truth Waters: Well... we could... but who wants a show like theirs, when we have Fresh! ?
The fans cheer loudly as Cassidy nods.
George Cassidy: I guess you’re right Truth, and things just get better and better in AWC! Six matches are scheduled tonight including a mouth-watering encounter between new champion Adam Dick – YES THAT’S RIGHT, THE FORMER CORE WRESTLING CLASSIC CHAMPION – and Aimz, who’s far too good to have ever graced Core with her presence!
Truth Waters: Cassidy, you know for a fact that Core is a damn good promotion in its own right: look at Hiroshi Ryusaki, William Gwynn... besides, Aimz is a dirty slag. Ship her off to... oh, Core for all I care!
George Cassidy: Is this some kind of competition to see how many times we can mention Core in our opening?
Truth Waters: Core, I don’t know.
George Cassidy: Well if so, I win. CORE CORE CORE CORE CORE! See, I'm hardcore.
Truth Waters: Don’tcha think we’re being just a TOUCH immature? After all, they never call us out by name. We’re always “that other fed”.
George Cassidy: Only because they’re worried that mentioning AWC by name might cause even more of their roster to jump ship!
Truth Waters: Now now, Cassidy. Grow up a little. You know that's a plain ridiculous assertion...
George Cassidy: CORE CORE CORE CORE CORE!
The fans have caught on, and begin a ”CORE! CORE! CORE!” chant.
George Cassidy: Haha! See! They hate Core as much as I do!
Truth Waters: Cassidy...
”CORE! CORE! CORE!”
George Cassidy: Ymmhmm?
Truth Waters: I'm not sure they’re chanting “Core sucks!”, or “Core is teh gheyzzz”, or anything bad about Core at all...
Cassidy’s face starts to fall.
George Cassidy: You mean...
Truth Waters: (nodding darkly) That’s right, Cassidy. These fans... like Core!
George Cassidy: (screaming) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Truth Waters: I know! It’s hard to take, isn’t it!
George Cassidy: KILL! PURGE! PILLAGE! RAPE!
Truth Waters: Chainz’ll take care of that for us – no, Cassidy, I think there’s only one thing for it!
Cassidy, nodding, sobers up quickly.
George Cassidy: I’ll get the noose –
Truth Waters: No, YOU IDIOT! We could just... win them over?
George Cassidy: You mean... convert these Core fans... to AWC?
Truth Waters: It’s happened...
George Cassidy: Once, in some backwoods brothel.
Truth Waters: We can at least try.
George Cassidy: You – you want to?
They sit there for a moment, and all they hear is Jason Hughes, and Veronica Paige, and Matthew Lanier...
Truth Waters: Come on, Cassidy. We can do this.
...and Maverick Reno, and William Gwynn, and, er, Nick Kelly...
George Cassidy: We’ll – we’ll have to.
Poor Truth. Poor George.
The ‘fans’ don’t even exist, but they’re pretty darn good with their practical jokes.
When Life Hands You Poo...
FEATURING: CAPTAIN SULEIMON
AUTHOR: TOM HOLZERMAN
Cue up “The Turkish March” on the PA system in the Hinkle Fieldhouse, and enter Captain Suleimon, led to the ring by General Rahman, waving a Turkish flag.
Truth Waters: Well, I’m not so sure the Captain is in a good mood right now, but most of the AWC locker room got a good hoot out of what Red Rock did in his travel bag.
George Cassidy: It was disgusting. It’s appalling the treatment this brave, Turkish soldier is getting from you racist American and English pigs. Damn.
Truth Waters: Hey, don’t you talk to me about racism, yo! I deal with that shit every day, and what Suleimon is experiencing isn’t racism. It’s backlash for his own racist ideas.
George Cassidy: Get off the cross already Truth. I’d say something to you, but it would probably get me fired.
Truth Waters: Then you best keep your comments to yourself now.
Suleimon enters the ring and calls for a microphone. James Brunt hands one to him and Suleimon yanks it out of his hand with contempt. He taps on the microphone before lifting it to his mouth.
Captain Suleimon: You know, I have heard several of you pig-dogs coming out here and running each other down. Vince Jones, Mike Wade, Adam Dick...
The crowd boos at the mentions of those names.
Captain Suleimon: And I figured, maybe I should come down and join the parade. However, I hear the filth, and I realize that I need no words to convey the disdain I have for those infidels on the roster. Especially when that infidel’s name is Red Rock.
Raucous cheers for the mention of Rock’s name. Suleimon pauses, with a look of disgust forming on his face.
Truth Waters: How ya like them apples, Captain?
Captain Suleimon: Go ahead, cheer for your filthy animal. It’s only fitting that you cheer for your kind! You bumpkins who sit around on the farm all day and eat corn, a food that is fit only for pigs, you cheer for a man who disparages me so badly through words and then violates my locker room by soiling my travel bag! You disgust me! All of you! But it is I who shall have the last laugh. Oh yes, I will.
Truth Waters: What’s he saying?
George Cassidy: Quiet down and you’ll find out.
Captain Suleimon: For you see, I, right here, right now, am challenging Red Rock to an Ottoman Torture Chamber Match at Bloodlust! I want to make him suffer, make him squeal, make him pay for all the sins he has committed against me. Now, you may ask what an Ottoman Torture Chamber Match is. It is simple. The match shall take place in a boiler room, with several medieval torture instruments inside, including an iron maiden. The object of the match is to shut and lock your opponent in the iron maiden.
Truth Waters: Man, this guy is trippin’.
George Cassidy: Trippin’, Truth? It’s freaking brilliant! Besides, Bloodlust, just the name, doesn’t it just scream brutality to you?
Truth Waters: Yeah, but this even seems a bit much for what’s been going down.
George Cassidy: Alright, lemme take a dump in your travel bag and see how happy you are.
Captain Suleimon: Now, if your hero, Red Rock, actually has the rocks to accept this match, then he will have signed his own death warrant. If he doesn’t... then I will make his life a living hell. Because you see, when most of you Western slimeballs will talk and talk and talk until your lips become chafed beyond recognition, a warrior of Ottoman stock such as myself will take action. And such action will not be a vile, disrespectful act like public defecation. No...
Captain Suleimon: When I say that I take action, it will be with violence.
Truth Waters: I don’t like the look in his eyes.
George Cassidy: He’s a man possessed.
Captain Suleimon: And none of you will be the same after the violence I unleash on your hero.
Cue up the “Turkish March” again as Suleimon follows the flag-waving Rahman out of the arena.
Pussyfight
FEATURING: ELLIS NASH, TRACY
AUTHORS: LIA AND MIKE S.
Soo, we’re backstage. Ellis Nash tosses a blunt from her mouth into the trash can and walks down the hallway. A few seconds later, she finds her face buried between two gigantic boobies.
Who Could It Be?: Oh, God! I’m so sorry!
Ellis rears back, looking at Tracy with a bemused eyebrow as the blonde frantically attempts to dab at the coffee staining Ellis’ halter.
Tracy: Are you okay?! I so didn’t mean to do that. I’m just so clums–
Ellis Nash: Shut up.
Recognizing the voice, Tracy’s head snaps up. She automatically frowns.
Tracy: You.
Ellis Nash: Yes, most people are usually rendered speechless.
Tracy: What are you...
Ellis Nash: Looking for you.
Tracy: Wh-
Ellis Nash: Because we need to talk about your –
Air-quote/giggle.
Ellis Nash: Loooover.
Suddenly defensive, Tracy crosses her arms over her considerable chest, looking down at the shorter Ellis with a suddenly defensive sneer.
Tracy: What about him?
Ellis Nash: Oh, nothing besides the merry and jolly ‘your-boyfriend-wants-to-impregnate-me.’
Tracy huffs, turning her head. Ellis continues with a shit-eating grin.
Ellis Nash: I know, right? That was totally my reaction. Like I’d ever mate with that beast. God, I don’t know how you do it! Is asphyxiation not a concern?
Blondie snaps her head back, shooting a glare through Ellis’ head. She takes a dangerous step closer and presses her finger into Ellis’ considerably smaller chest.
Tracy: Don’t ever talk about our relationship like that, do you understand me? We are none of your concern and he loves me, he’d never hurt me!
Ellis Nash: Yeahheh. That’s kinda where you’re wrong.
Brunettie grabs Blondie’s finger, shoving it away.
Ellis Nash: You see, a typical.... healthy relationship requires each participant of the relationship to be faithful. I’m just trying to help you, Tracy.
Before Tracy can answer, Ellis quips up perkily, almost bouncing on her heels.
Ellis Nash: Your fiancé is a dickhead!
Tracy’s eyes widen the size of something very wide. Her hand mizzens back, intent on slapping the much too headstrong Ellis. Quick-eyed Ellis, however, sees this: her fingers wrap around the offending thin wrist, holding it back. Tracy raises her other hand; Ellis grabs that one too.
Ellis Nash: Come now, Tracy. Acceptance is the first step to recovery.
Smoke comes out of Tracy’s ear and a piano falls on Ellis’ head.
Or: Tracy whips her arms away from Ellis’ grasp as Ellis smiles charmingly.
Ellis Nash: Take a chill pill, Trace. We’ll talk later. Toodles!
And, with one last tug of a smile, Ellis Nash scatters away. Tracy stands there, pretty Maxim face twisted in anger.
Tracy: URGH!!!
And we fade...... to....................
A Thunderous Lack Of Respect
FEATURING: COLLISION COURSE, ALLISON, CHAINZ
AUTHORS: BRYAN G. AND MIKE S.
Joey Six: …so I was all like 'Oh yeah?' and then I kicked him right in the mouth.
We see Joey and Jiro, the two members of AWC's new (and strikingly unsuccessful) tag team Collision Course, as they carefully navigate the backstage passages of the arena. Jiro's rubbing the back of his head, a painful reminder of the way the night started off for him, and Joey's got his arm around his girl, Allison.
If you're wondering why a girl like Allison, beautiful, sincere, and genuinely interesting ha anything to do with fuckwad Joey Six… well, you're like me.
Allison: Uh, Joey babe… I think this is it.
The three young people stop in front of an open locker room door.
Jiro shakes his head, and Joey tries to crack his knuckles. He fails.
Jiro Sennosuke: I really don't know if this is the best idea. I don't want to go anywhere NEAR this guy.
Joey Six bats playfully at Jiro's shoulder, which Jiro no-sells completely.
Joey Six: Come on, J-Hero. You and I have gots to hit this. We don't have shit going for us yet, and it's better than watching you stare lustfully at Butterfly Hajiwhatsit's press photos, am I right?
Jiro fires off a MAD-ASS glare in the direction of his tag partner, which…in turn, Joey no-sells completely. Allison is forced to intercede.
Allison: Jiro…you know that this is the right thing to do. They guy's a complete-
An angry face peers out from the doorframe, and Jiro and Allison both take a half-step back.
Chainz: You're aware that I can hear everything you fuckers say, right?
Being a fucking idiot, Joey Six gets straight up in the Chainz's face.
Joey Six: Yo, C-Dawg. I was born to come right up and throw some knowledge in your grill.
Chainz just stares at Joey, with hate in his eyes.
Chainz: You better step back boy, before I break your skinny ass in two.
Joey Six no-sells this, as he simply no-sells most insults thrown his way.
Joey Six: I understand that a player’s gotta play, but me and Jiro…
Jiro Sennosuke doesn’t respond as such, he merely covers his face with a hand and stays back.
Joey Six: …we’ve been talking, and we think that you ought a treat the ladies with a bit more respect, homie.
Chainz can’t help but almost crack a smile at Joey’s bravado.
Joey Six: Hitting it is pretty sweet and all, but you’ve gotta stop being a misog…misojin…
He looks back towards Allison for help, as she attempts to glare a whole straight through the man called Chainz. Chainz returns the glare, in fact Chainz has been starring at her the entire time Joey was talking.
Allison: Misogynist. As if “asshole” isn’t specific enough.
Joey just nods.
Joey Six: Whatever. So, either you start treating Ms. Nash like Ms. Nice instead of Ms. Nashty, and you keep your hands off Busty McValet or whatever her name is, or we’re gonna break off a piece of you, shine it up real nice and stick it up our-
Joey Six’s voice just kinda trails off.
Joey Six: That’s not right. We’re gonna mess you up.
Allison nods in affirmation, her lustrous hair waving about.
Allison: They’ll do it, too!
Chainz, having listened to all of Joey’s diatribe, pulls himself up to his full height, and puffs out his chest a little bit. His face takes on a sinister sneer, and it’s suddenly painfully clear that Chainz heavily outweighs the scrawny Six, and definitely has a history of violence that the AWC newcomer cannot match.
Chainz: How about I just beat you to death, wait for rigamortis to set in, and use you for a fucking coat rack? That bitch of yours could serve as a nice little fuck toy for a while too.
Joey can’t no-sell this one. He takes a step back, and has the fearful body language of a rabbit about to run, even though his eyes remain defiant.
Fortunately, Jiro Sennosuke steps forward, getting up in Chainz’s face. His coal-black eyes are capable of meeting the glare from Chainz, who’s eyes are completely hollow and devoid of all emotion.
Jiro Sennosuke: We’re serious. And I think you’ll find we’re not pushovers.
Chainz and Jiro break their stare down at the same time, and Chainz shrugs it off.
Chainz: Whatever. Tell that to Tempered Steel. You guys are what men like me call uhh, little pussies asking to be fucked.
Jiro casts a quick, angry glance at Joey Six, then turns his attention back to Chainz. Allison grabs Joey Six’s arm, and gently tugs on it.
Allison: C’mon, babe. This bastard isn’t worth our time after all.
Chainz: Don’t be so rash doll, you seem like my kind.
She turns and stares Chainz down, glaring him square in the eyes.
Chainz: You remind me of someone I used to know, way back when.
Allison: What you do, kill her or something.
Chainz: You go now and tell your boy not to get in my face again.
Joey Six, like a wounded dog, is led off by Allison. Jiro Sennosuke takes one last defiant look back at Chainz, who smirks at him, before he follows his tag team partner off, down the hall.
Sexism
FEATURING: TIARA BELLE RUSSELL, STAGEHAND, DAVID "PEARL" HARBER
AUTHOR: ADAM ST. OURS
Tiara Belle: Fucking unbelievable, who do I have to see about this?
An angry Tiara Belle Russell is seen storming through the hallways; she is flaring her arms up and down obviously pretty bitter over the booking of her husband and not her. Too bad for some poor stagehand he gets to face the irritated Tiara Belle Russell.
Stagehand: Miss...
Tiara Belle: What?!
Stagehand: I am not quite sure what you are angry about but if you are looking for Pearl’s office it’s right there on the left.
Tiara Belle stops and looks at the younger gentleman who is obviously here on an internship. She thinks for a minute, confused about this “Pearl” character she asks a couple more questions.
Tiara Belle: Pearl?? May I ask who is that?
Stagehand: Well that is the Entertainment Co-Manager he can help you with almost any of your problems… I hope I have been of some assistance but I really must go, Norton and Bridges are waiting for me.
Tiara Belle watches the little stagehand run away, she is even more irritated that once again she crosses paths, this time unintentionally, with that pair of buffoons. But nonetheless this Pearl guy was the person she needed to see.
Without even knocking she opens the door and there is Pearl sitting behind his fancy desk doing paper work. Tiara walks right up stands in front of him, Pearl looks up.
Pearl: Hello Miss, may I help you?
Tiara Belle: Yes, you may. Incase you don’t know I am Tiara Belle Russell, a member of Pleasure And Pain, one of your newest tag teams.
Pearl scratches his chin and then remembers and looks up at her, giving her his full attention.
Pearl: Yes, you guys suffered a tough loss a couple of weeks ago but you have been pulling your own the last couple of weeks, there has been a little buzz in the backstage area. Is there something I can help you with?
Tiara Belle: Yes, there is. When my husband and I were hired we were told we would fight as a tag team.
Pearl: A duo, actually –
He stops at the look on her face.
Pearl: Well, correct, and you guys have been…
Tiara Belle: Well that is where you are correct, have been. Tonight he is in a singles match.
Pearl looks down at the stack of papers on his desk ruffles a couple around till he finds the one with the card for the evening on it. He looks it over…
Pearl: Correct Miss… Tiara Belle is it?
Tiara Belle: Yes…
Pearl: Well as you can we have booked one member of each of the four new duos in a Four Way Fury, so we can build on the interest that –
Tiara Belle: OK, so why was I left out? Is it because I’m a female?
Pearl: No, not at all. But when looking over the statistics we saw that Wayne was a little larger and going against these larger men figured it would be a better judge of the team of Pleasure And Pain when they are facing the larger men of the division.
Tiara Belle: See it is always about the men; well you can give that match to him because I will start doing things on my own. Just like a typical male, not having faith in a woman.
Tiara Belle turns around and storms out leaving Pearl sitting at his desk confused. She slams the door behind her and looks around before letting out a scream in anger.
Tiara Belle: There has to be someone in this company that understands what I am talking about. Where is Aimz or Ellis Nash when I need them?
Shot Caller, Mother Fucker
FEATURING: THE UNFUCKABLES, JACK MURPHY
AUTHORS: MIKE WADE, JOE SCHMIDT AND PIERRE HYDE
Of course, the AWC fans could not anticipate this.
"Jump Around" by House of Pain hits and the arena is sent into almost disrepute. The fans come to their feet and boo in unison for the imminent arrival of Mike Wade.
Truth Waters: Whoa. Not a positive reaction for Mike Wade here.
George Cassidy: Do you think Mike cares about that? Wait till you see, he don't care!
Mike steps through the curtain to a shower of boos, accompanied by the ever-present Mickey Moore. Mike’s Alliance title is draped over his right shoulder and his Relentless title placed around his waist. As he struts to the ring, one arm is raised in the air as if to say "Look at my greatness". He allows Mickey to somehow stretch his 2 foot 5 inch frame up to open the ropes for him and enters the ring.
James Brunt: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Mickey Moore… the AWC Relentless champion and one half of the AWC Alliance champions, MIKE WADE!
Truth Waters: I wonder to what do we owe this pleasure?
George Cassidy: Who knows? After the roasting he and Adam Dick gave the AWC roster last week what could be left to say?
Mike Wade: Just to let you people know, that when I walk out here you should all be on your feet and CHEERING me. I am a star, the main attraction and a double champion and you pieces of crap should treat me with the utmost of respect.
Naturally this approach doesn't work and he gets more of the same.
Mike Wade: I should've known I'd get this reaction from you ignorant people. My problem is that the people in the back seem to be giving me that reaction too. I have the best record in AWC. 11 wins, 1 draw and only 3 losses. I've won two titles and defended at least one of them to almost the death. I haven't lost a match since August of last year. Nobody can touch that. But time and time again I'm over looked. I see all you little freak fans on the internet, you all compile your little "best of" lists and "Top 10's". It's constantly idiots like Paddy O’Shea. What the fuck has Paddy O’Shea ever done? Let me tell you. He stooged off of Crimson O’Malec to win the Alliance titles and as soon as he came up against some real competition, ie the Unfuckables, he lost. He's lost every main event he’s ever been given and never even had a sniff of a true main event spot. And even worse then that the first sign of trouble and he'd run straight out on this federation cause trust me I know. The second he saw the dollar signs at PRIME he made that his priority. Paddy O’Shea doesn't care about you fans, Paddy O’Shea only cares about himself. Even that slut bitch he has hanging off of him, he doesn't care about her. Not only is he a closest homosexual but he's only using her for his own personal game.
The fans yet again erupt in boos at the out and out dissing of their favourite hero, Paddy O’Shea.
Mike Wade: I –
Mike tries to start speaking again but again the boos and "Mike Wade sucks" chants over shadow him.
Mike Wade: Hey you know what. You people don't even deserve to hear me speak. I am the Under-rated Fabulousness of AWC. So you know what I'm just gonna bring out a man that will reduce you all to tears, a man who has changed the AWC is perceive. A man I am proud to call my tag team partner, Adam Di..........No wait. KING DICK!!!
‘The Final C-’ nope, not that song.
“Family Business” by the Fugees.
Just walkin' the streets death can take you away
It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day
At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play
So defend the family that's the code to obey
Instead of the hardkorr!11 crimson light that covered the arena last week, it is the regal hue of violet that shrouds the arena.
Stepping from behind the curtain, with the blue briefcase in his right hand and the Alliance title strapped around his waist and the Transatlantic crown sitting snugly on his head; Adam Dick, the Illustrious Face-Eater, has finally arrived.
Truth Waters: He has that Briefcase — but what’s that on his head?!
George Cassidy: It’s a crown! KING DICK IS HERE!
Truth Waters: I know it’s a crown, I’m just wondering where the Transatlantic championship is — oh no. OH NO.
Facey smiles, the gold decorating his body gleaming from all angles. He loved the flash bulbs, which told him the fans loved him, despite how loud they choose to boo.
But if I fall asleep and death takes me away
Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay
At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play
So the family sticks together and we never betray
He slowly heads towards the ring, getting the evil eye from James Brunt every step of the way, but it isn’t enough to stop him on his journey. The man had shit to do; matches to make, prizes to award.
Truth Waters: I hope that crown isn’t what I think it is.
George Cassidy: What?! What is it?!
Truth Waters: Let’s just wait and see.
George Cassidy: Good thinking. I really want to see Adam used that God-granted and well-deserved power he’s been given.
Adam climbs into the ring, careful not to allow the crown topple over. He takes the mic from his partner, who delivers a courtesy bow. Adam returns the favor, bowing to his partner.
Adam Dick: Mike Wade, ladies and gentlemen!
Of course, everyone boos.
Adam Dick: HISTORY LESSON. Three years ago, my favorite wrestling promotion; 21Wrestling. They set the stage for wrestling purists in this century. Not the fWo. Not the WWE. Not even fucking PCW. 21W. Never heard of them? I’m not surprised, coming from a town like... where are we again, Mike?
Mike Wade: How should I know?
Adam Dick: No matter. If you haven’t heard of 21W, I suppose you folks have never heard of a man named Mr. Haunt. Haunt was the top talent in the federation, but a conspiring group of roster members tried their best to keep the Heavyweight title off of him. But they couldn’t. He won. And he proved to everyone that they can’t suppress Divine Right. That POWER is given to those who deserve it. His testimony? He stripped the gold off of the 21W Heavyweight title...
Adam now takes off his crown, and begins examining it.
Adam Dick: And melted that gold into a crown. No one defeated him until the company’s demise in 2004. King Haunt spread his reign throughout the fed, and no one was able to dethrone him. I thought his story was kind of fitting for a situation like this.
Truth Waters: No, he didn’t!
George Cassidy: Wait — did he melt...
Both commentators are cut-short again by Adam’s continuing speech.
Adam Dick: So everyone tried to keep me and my friend Mike Wade down. But here we are, at the top. Spreading our influence like Paddy O’Shea spreads crabs. Mike Wade, the trusty enforcer, and...King Dick. One thing that this fed is missing is a TRUE Champion. Well here he is, your fearless leader. I took the Gold off of that worthless leather strap, and gave it a shape more fitting for its owner. Do you understand what this means? DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS FUCKING MEANS, AWC?!
His voice’s intensity has heightened.
Adam Dick: It means that I, Adam Dick, am now your Ruler. I Own You. I Rule You. Power ordained by your Entertainment Co-Managers themselves, a talent enhanced by God himself, and the will to rule over everyone within. THIS IS WHAT YOU NEED. You think that I’m just a petty mid-carder? Fuck no! I’M KING DICK, GOD DAMMIT! When I wrestle, ratings peak. When I speak, people listen. Everyone wants to know who’s name I’m going to drop this week. What jobber am I going to make famous this time? NONE! Tonight is a matter of business.
Truth Waters: HE RUINED THE TRANSATLANTIC CHAMPIONSHIP!
George Cassidy: I think he brought a sense of class to it. Establishment, you know?
Truth Waters: David Harber is probably going grey right now.
Adam Dick: YOUR KING HAS IMPORTANT MATTERS TO ATTEND TO, SILENCE PEONS! KING DICK IS SPEAKING!
But the crowd does not die down. In fact, they begin chants. “Asshole, Cheater, Faker.” They all carry the same vein, and Mike Wade doesn’t like it.
Mike Wade: YOU WILL RESPECT YOUR KING WHEN HE IS ADDRESSING YOU!
Adam Dick: Thanks Mike. FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS; the Briefcase. It seems that the Prize’s rightful owner, Tim Shipley, is no longer with the AWC. I guess that means this Prize is vacant. Now, with Pearl and Sash too busy bickering over a talentless hack like Jack Murphy, this leaves a rather sour taste in my mouth. If no one else is going to do anything about it, than I have to; but who do I give it to?! Who deserves such a prestigious honor?
Truth Waters: Hmmm, I wonder!
George Cassidy: I hope it’s Mike Wade.
Adam Dick: Could it be Chainz, for fucking the cast of the Harry Potter movies at the same time? Sadly, no it isn’t. Or maybe Captain Suleimon, because we’re mean to foreign people in AWC who aren’t Irish and have to make up for it somewhere? Still, no. Darcy Crisis? FUCK NO, the chick’s name is Darcy. She should just go have lesbian sex with Aimz because that’s all anyone wants to see. It seems that no one around here has accomplished enough, so we’re going to have to go back to the basics.
Truth Waters: Um… does he know Darcy Crisis is male?
Adam Dick: The Triangles match had three winners, right? And one of those winners left a vacant prize. Well, who better to receive the prize than the WINNER of the other big match, the Pyramid Scramble, HIS SWERVINESS MIKE WADE! HERE YOU GO, WADE! YOU DESERVE IT!
Mike is shocked! Astounded! Flabbergasted!
George Cassidy: Such a touching moment; he really does deserve it.
Truth Waters: Right, right.
Mike and Adam embrace, Mike’s impact almost knocking the Transatlantic crown off of Adam’s head. Adam hands the briefcase to Mike, who immediately begins opening it.
Adam Dick: You may be wondering what exactly is in this Mystery Prize, but wonder no longer! Mike, why don’t you show everyone your fabulous prize?
Mike Wade: SURE THING, the Face.
Opening the case, Mike withdraws — a single sheet of paper.
Mike Wade: What I have here is an OPEN CONTRACT. That’s right. An Open Contract for ANY MATCH, FOR ANY TITLE, WITH ANY STIPULATION, WITH ANY OPPONENT, AT ANY TIME. All at my leisure. Now that’s power. POWER that comes when you’re an Unfuckable. Damn, Adam! This is such a sweet prize, I should use it on that Frontier title -
Adam Dick: WHOA, Mike. Getting ahead of ourselves, aren’t we? Don’t use that contract just yet, you might not need it. After all, I do have ANOTHER announcement to make.
Mike’s interests pique, as evident by his raised eyebrows.
Adam Dick: So, we still have a vacant title. And again, our bosses are too busy hitting on staff members to do get any actual work done. Don’t worry, lads and gents, because your King is striking again. I know you people LOVE to see me in the main event, but you know what? I’m sick of it. This week it is time to give up the spotlight. So tonight, the Frontier championship WILL have a new champion!
The fans cheer.
Truth Waters: I think these kids are a little too excited; don’t they know that Adam is just going to put Wade in the match and practically give him the title?
George Cassidy: Well, it’s not like anyone can actually STOP Mike from winning...
Adam Dick: Tonight, for the Frontier championship, in this very ring... you will see MIKE WADE against.... ELLIS NASH! That’s right! My best friend and my SOON TO BE QUEEN of AWC, TONIGHT! ONE ON ONE FOR THE FRONTIER TITLE! CAN YOU DIG IT!?!?!
Of course, they can not dig it.
Truth Waters: Holy Bias, Batman! Adam made a match for the Frontier belt between his partner and the woman he’s stalking. Who didn’t see that one coming a mile away?
Chances are, he didn’t see this one coming.
“Seven Faces” by Slayer.
For the first time, fans are happy that Jack Murphy is heading to the arena.
It’s gleeful from James Brunt. Actually gleeful.
James Brunt: Making his way to the ring… JACK MURPHY!
But make his way to the ring he doesn’t. He only needs to come through the curtain, microphone in one hand, a sheaf of papers in the other. One wonders how he got hold of his Grand Slam Package papers so quickly after Dick’s announcement of the match, but one doesn’t care, since one is filling in for an absent writer and one wants to get the fucking results up.
Jack Murphy: Sounds –
Mike Wade: WHOA WHOA WHOA. Has King Dick granted permission to speak?
Murphy’s eyes narrow to slits as he turns his gaze to His Swerviness, and then back to the crowned (literally) champion.
Adam Dick: I should really make you kiss my robes, but… go on, Murph.
Jack Murphy: Why thank you, King Dick…
Murphy clears his throat, earning a few cheers from the crowd, despite the anti-Murphy feeling resident in most AWC fans.
Jack Murphy: Sounds like a great match you’ve got planned there. Ellis Nash, Mike Wade… two rising stars of AWC today, and perfect picks for the Frontier title!
Mike Wade: Thanks!
The beaming smile on Mike Wade’s face surely has some degree of sarcasm behind it.
Jack Murphy: In fact, the match sounds so great that I’m out here thinking I want in on it myself. Think about it! Ellis Nash, Mike Wade and Jack Murphy in the same ring, HERE TONIGHT for the Frontier title? Match of the year candidate!
George Cassidy: Oh hell yeah!
Dick purses his lips, starting to shake his head.
Jack Murphy: So how about it, Your Royal Dickness?
Adam Dick: I guess this is the part where I’m meant to say know so you can wave that package in my face.
Wade turns to his partner in horror.
Mike Wade: Jack’s a raving homosexual?!
Adam Dick: No, not that type of package, you moron. His Grand Slam Package!
Mike Wade: Sorry Face. I… does that mean he’s in the match?
Dick turns back to regard Murphy across the ramp; the 37-year-old cocks an eyebrow.
Adam Dick: If he inks the line, I don’t have a choice.
Mike Wade: Not a problem! That’s just one less challenger for me to face when I become AWC’s first ever PURE triple champion tonight!
And just like that, the promo cuts.
Sennosuke vs Bridges vs Russell vs Hammer
STIPULATION: FOUR WAY FURY
REFEREE: RICHIE TRAVIS
AUTHORS: TRENT GILL AND PIERRE HYDE
Truth Waters: And this week’s Fresh! is just about ready for it’s opening match: a Four Way Fury. Pearl has compiled a handful of Atlantic youngsters, each representing a new team in the Alliance division and hoping to make an immediate impact in this contest.
George Cassidy: Unacceptable! They expect us to keep our eyes on four wrestlers at once in the opening match? I mean even I, Truth, have my limits as a commentator. I’m only human. Sometimes.
Truth Waters: And other times, I’m not sure what you are. Needless to say, whoever comes out of this match with the victory will have turned some heads.
George Cassidy: Ha! My head will never be turned by any non-face-eating... (pauses) people!
Truth Waters: I wouldn’t expect it to, Cassidy, it’s probably been screwed in place since birth.
George Cassidy: That makes no sense. AT ALL!
Truth Waters: I wouldn’t expect it to. There isn’t a whole lot of depth to a guy like you, Cassidy...
George Cassidy: What?!
Truth Waters: And we have our first competitor!
“Enter the Dragons” by Norton & Bridges fills the arena and Russ “Hash Brown” Bridges comes out from behind the curtain to a reasonable pop. He strolls confidently to the ring, tagging the hands of his fans.
James Brunt: The following is a Four Way Fury match! Introducing first, from New York City, New York, weighing in at 285 pounds... representing Norton & Bridges, Russ “Hash Brown” Bridges!
Hash Brown slides into the ring and greets his fans as “Screwdriver” by the White Stripes interrupts his theme song, and out comes Hammer. He receives a mixed reaction; although he is considered face, this is his first AWC contest on his own.
James Brunt: The next competitor, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 233 pounds… representing Tempered Steel, Hammmmmmmer!
He reaches ringside and paces outside of the ring, taunting Hash Brown. The ringed superstar is calling his opponent on, but Hammer refuses to get in the ring, waiting for the other two competitors.
George Cassidy: What the hell kind of nickname is that? I’ll show him a freakin’ hammer!
Truth Waters: Don’t say another word. Please.
The opening chords of “Hate to Say I Told You So” by the Hives comes across the speakers and Jiro Sennosuke comes out to the ring. The crowd, almost beginning to bore with face after face coming out, gives a nonchalant reaction.
James Brunt: Weighing in at 198 pounds, from Kobe, Japan... representing Collision Course, Jiro Sennosuke!
Truth Waters: Don’t even say it, Cassidy.
George Cassidy: What?
Truth Waters: I know what you were thinking.
George Cassidy: I wasn’t going to say anything about the fact that he’s -
Truth Waters: And we’re ready for our next competitor!
Jiro Sennosuke gets about halfway down the ramp and stops, his hands on his hips, staring at his two opponents. Now the three competitors are staggered throughout the arena, with one remaining introduction. The Hives cuts out and “We are Going to be Alright” by 112 fills the arena, and Wayne Russell comes out from behind the curtain.
James Brunt: And finally, from Newton, Massachusetts, weighing 295 pounds... representing Pleasure And Pain, Wayne Russell!
Richie Travis is going apeshit in the ring, demanding that the wrestlers to conjugate in the ring before he begins the match and has to count them all out. The closest wrestler to the ring, Hammer, cautiously steps up onto the apron, not taking his eyes off Bridges, who is ready in the ring. Hammer steps between the ropes and quickly scrambles into the ring, but Bridges doesn’t attack. Hammer is unaware that Sennosuke is stalking behind him on the apron. Sennosuke uses the ropes to plant his feet on the top rope, springboards off, and uses both feet to kick Hammer hard in the back.
Truth Waters: Hammer just got hammered! Sorry, had to get that out of the way.
All four wrestlers are in the ring as Wayne Russell has slid into the ring with his three opponents. Following his attack, Sennosuke is to his feet but is blind-sided by a devastating clothesline from Bridges, who jumps on the opportune moment. Meanwhile, Hammer is to his feet, but his back is facing Wayne Russell who just got into the ring. Russell charges his unaware opponent and tackles him from behind.
Truth Waters: Jesus! H gets attacked from behind TWICE so far in this bout!
George Cassidy: Should keep his head up, then.
Bridges is right back to work on Sennosuke, and his outrageous weight and strength advantage helps. He pulls the cruiserweight to his feet and throws a knee hard into his gut. Sennosuke doubles over and Hash Brown brings his right elbow down hard to the back of his head. Sennosuke collapses to the mat, where he is immediately stomped on by his attacker. Bridges ignores his downed prey and turns his attention to the other two competitors. Wayne Russell is struggling to get a submission on Hammer, but his attempt ends quickly as Bridges smashes his right elbow into Russell’s cranium. Russell staggers away, but Hash Brown steps towards him and plants his right hand on Russell’s chest. Bridges shoves him hard into the turnbuckle, his back snapping hard into it. Wasting no time, Hash Brown clutches him by the wrist and tries to whip him into the opposite corner. He succeeds, but Hammer is back to his feet, and sends Russell flipping overtop of his shoulder.
Truth Waters: Bridges doesn’t seem happy about that; seems he wants to get the job done on his own.
George Cassidy: The big brute would.
Hash Brown emerges from the turnbuckle, charging towards Hammer, trying for a second clothesline. The defender sees it coming and ducks the attempt. However, instead of returning the favour, Hammer backs off. This gives Bridges the time to gather himself and turn him back to his opponent. Jiro Sennosuke flies out of nowhere and dropkicks him right in the jaw!
Truth Waters: Nice missile dropkick there from the youngster! Seems like Hammer knew Jiro was setting up for the dropkick on Hash Brown, and the brawler fell for it! Ha!
George Cassidy: I like the laugh, Truth, I really do. Adds another dimension to your character.
Sennosuke is quick to his feet and backs himself into the corner so he can keep an eye on both of his standing opponents. Hammer is in one corner, and Russell is getting to his feet in the other, while Bridges is grounded in the middle of the ring. Hammer acts quickly, dropping to the canvas and rolling out of the ring. He walks towards outside where Sennosuke is standing, and Jiro hesitates. He doesn’t know who to turn his back on: Hammer, or Wayne Russell. The latter wrestler, however, attacks a little to early and Sennosuke counters with a high kick to Russell’s jaw. This leaves Jiro unaware of Hammer, who is now back in the ring. Sennosuke turns around and Hammer levels him with a Spinning Wheel Kick.
Truth Waters: Swift kick to the jaw there from Hammer.
By this time, Norton Bridges has shook out the cobwebs and is back on his feet, squaring off in mid-ring with Hammer. They lock into a grapple, which Hash Brown easily overpowers his opponent and forces him into the corner of the ring. After a couple of big right hands, Hash Brown backs off and slams a few Knife-Edge Chops into Hammer’s chest. Bridges then grabs adjacent second ropes with each hand and uses them to ram his shoulder into Hammer’s mid-section repetitiously.
Truth Waters: Hammer getting manhandled in the corner now by Norton Bridges.
George Cassidy: I wouldn’t expect anything less from a Hash Brown.
Truth Waters: Is that all you could think of?
George Cassidy: What?
Meanwhile, Sennosuke and Wayne Russell are back to their feet and exchanging right hands. Russell gains the upper hand and backs Sennosuke into the ropes, then grabs him by the wrist and tosses him against the opposite ropes. Sennosuke gains momentum and comes back at full-speed, only to be thrown by a Hip Toss from Wayne Russell. Russell walks over to his downed opponent and picks him up in a Head-Lock. Sennosuke acts quickly and elbows Russell in the mid-section, loosening his hold on the head-lock. Sennosuke slips out of the lock and positions himself behind his opponent, then jumps on his back, putting him in an improvised Sleeper Hold.
George Cassidy: Not a very smart move by the 200 pound Asian if you ask me.
Truth Waters: Needless to say, Russell isn’t taking advantage of this predicament!
Bridges becomes aware of this development between two of his other opponents, and stops beating on Hammer in the corner. He charges towards the teetering Wayne Russell and forces him into the corner turnbuckle. Sennosuke, who clings to Russell’s back, slams into the top turnbuckle ass-first and leans dangerously back into the ring pole, with Russell stood against the turnbuckle in between his legs. After giving Russell a hard elbow to the mouth, Bridges daringly climbs to the second ropes. He reaches over and grabs the cruiserweight, trying to push him off the turnbuckle. Sennosuke doesn’t fall to ringside. Instead, half his body tumbles over and his legs get tied up in the turnbuckle. Trying to prevent further damage, Sennosuke plants his hands on the apron and wiggles his legs out of their trap, then his whole body falls to the apron. Bridges ignores the cruiserweight and remains on the second rope, beginning to punch his opponent. The crowd chants with each punch.
Truth Waters: Hash Brown better not get too ahead of himself, he still has another opponent to deal with that’s back to his feet!
Sure enough, Hammer is out of the opposite corner that Bridges finished beating him in. Catching everybody off guard, including the fans, commentators, and opponents, he does something unexpected. Hammer uses his hands to propel himself onto the nearby ropes to where Hash Brown is punching away at Russell. Hammer springboards off the ropes, angling his body so that he can use his right hand to grab the back of Hash Brown’s head and bring him crashing down in a neckbreaker! Huge pop from the crowd!
Truth Waters: WOW!! Where - did - that come from?!
Hammer crawls to Hash Brown and falls on top of him.
ONE!
George Cassidy: This one’s gonna be over early! Hallelujah!
Truth Waters: Hash Brown is gonna need a miracle to get up from that!
TWO!
Truth Waters: Wait! Look at Jiro Sennosuke!
Everybody’s attention turns to Sennosuke, who is in mid-flight towards the potential winning pin. He appears to have sprung himself over the ropes from the apron and is intent on breaking up the pin.
THR-
Sennosuke lands hard on Hammer and breaks up the pin as official Richie Travis is inches away from the three count.
Truth Waters: What a lightning-fast pace to start this match!
George Cassidy: Maybe that moron Hammer should’ve saved the tricks up his sleeve until later on in the match when he actually has a chance of winning.
There is a buzz in the crowd as three of the four wrestlers are grounded and stirring slightly while Wayne Russell is also coming to his senses in the corner. Sennosuke is the first off the ground but Wayne Russell is there to greet him. They exchange punches until Russell out-muscles his smaller opponent and picks him up, then Body Slams him to the ground. He bounces off the ropes closest to Sennosuke’s head and comes back, his body falling towards Sennosuke with his fist aiming for his head. However, with their bodies in line, Sennosuke lifts his hand off the mat and catches his opponent’s fist on the way down. With a death grip locked on Russell’s hand, Sennosuke musters all his strength and does a one-hand kick-up, scrambling to his feet. He twists around, still gripped onto Russell’s hand, then kicks him hard in the gut. Sennosuke follows this by spinning his body quickly, grabbing onto Russell’s head and snapping him over in a Snap Mare, followed by a Sleeper Hold with Russell in a sit-down position.
Truth Waters: Jiro Sennosuke showing his technical side in a good stage of the match.
George Cassidy: I’d like to say that I’m not a big fan of matches filled with faces. Now matches with face-eaters, that’s a different story.
Truth Waters: Seriously, if you looked up Face-Eater ass kisser in the dictionary, there would be a picture of your ugly mug staring back at you. “The Not-So Illustrious Ass-Eater”...
The other two combatants are battling again, with Hammer gaining the upper hand on Hash Brown. Bridges seems out of it after that devastating neckbreaker, and Hammer is taking advantage He kicks him in the gut and delivers a nice DDT, then is right back to his feet, turning his attention to Sennosuke, who is crouched over the sat-down Wayne Russell, with a Sleeper Hold locked on. Hammer stalks behind him, then gives Sennosuke a swift kick to the side of the head. The victim falls off Russell and to the mat. Russell begins falling backwards but Hammer catches him by his armpits, then lugs him to his feet. Planting his hands on his shoulders, Hammer pushes down on Wayne Russell and elevates into the air behind him, then uses both feet to kick him hard in the back, sending him face-planting forward.
Truth Waters: Hammer showing everybody what he’s got.
George Cassidy: And what’s that?
Truth Waters: The right... tools?
George Cassidy: A hammer?
Truth and George’s back-and-forth-answering-questions-with-questions conversation continues, Hammer and Hash Brown are at each other’s throats again in the ring. This time around the brawler has a little more fight, though, and is using his strength to overpower his smaller competitor. Bridges gets the momentum with a big right hand, then grabs Hammer by the wrist, pulls him in and plasters him with a Clothesline. Jiro Sennosuke is on his feet and charges at Hash Brown but is pulverized with a huge Powerslam by the big guy. Bridges’ third opponent is on his feet now as well, with Wayne Russell trying to take the momentum away. Hash Brown is on a roll, though, and back-hands Russell away like a rag doll.
Truth Waters: “Hash Brown” Bridges is on fire! And the crowd is getting behind him.
George Cassidy: This shows how smart they are. A four-way fury with wrestlers that they all seem to like, and they can’t decide who to cheer for.
Gaining confidence, Bridges gives each of his opponents the honor of his boot to their mouth, then drags them all to the middle of the ring, lining them up hurriedly. He finishes doing this and stomps them all again, then motions towards the corner turnbuckle. He slowly ascends his 288 pound frame to the top rope, the crowd getting louder and louder with cheers.
George Cassidy: Who the fuck does this big idiot think he is, Rey Mysterio?!
Truth Waters: Cassidy! We’re on national television! And that name is probably copyrighted! But you’re right about one thing...
George Cassidy: Friggin’ rights I am!
Truth Waters: Look out, the sky is falling!
Bridges leaps off the top rope and spreads his arms, heading straight for his three opponents. Jiro Sennosuke, who is on the end, comes to his senses and scrambles out of the way at the last second. For the two others it’s too late and they are crushed by the Top-Rope Splash. He remains on top of them as Richie Travis goes for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
Sennosuke dives feet-first towards Bridges at the last second, his boots connecting with his head, disrupting the pin.
George Cassidy: Smart move by the immigrant!
Truth Waters: Cassidy!
George Cassidy: What?! It’s true!
Truth Waters: One of these days, you’re going to cross the line. I don’t know when, but it’s gonna happen...
Bridges rises to his feet, frustrated, and grabs Sennosuke around the neck, flinging him backwards into the turnbuckle. Nudging the fallen Hammer and Russell out onto the apron together, and then giving them a mighty kick to send both toppling to the floor, Hash Brown turns back to Sennosuke and bears down on the Asian.
George Cassidy: Come-uppance for Jiro Sennosuke!
Bridges once more plants his arms around Sennosuke’s neck. Sennosuke kicks his legs, but is unable to resist as Bridges swivels around and plants him on the canvas in a sit-out slam with the double choke-hold!
Truth Waters: Bridges taking Sennosuke out of the corner with a neat slam and he’s going for the pin here.
ONE!
Hammer and Russell disentangle themselves from each other outside the ring, and Hammer immediately looks to get back into the ring but Russell grabs the back of his ring attire and pulls him back out to bring a crashing blow onto his spine.
TWO!
George Cassidy: He has it!
THREE!
Truth Waters: That’s it. Hash Brown wins!
George Cassidy: Hammer was looking to break that up but Wayne Russell pulled him back out of the ring!
Truth Waters: He can’t have been aware of what was going on…
George Cassidy: Or was he helping Russ Bridges?
Truth Waters: Why would he want to do that?
James Brunt: The winner… RUSS “HASH BROWN” BRIDGES!
Brunt raises the New Yorker’s arm, and we cut backstage.
Don't Ask Don't Get I
FEATURING: RED ROCK, D'AVID, ADAM DICK
AUTHOR: JOSH YOUNG
We now cut to the dressing room area for the AWC wrestlers where Red Rock is loitering out side with his good ginger friend D’avid. Red Rock seems to be pacing up and down as if he is trying to pluck up the courage to do something. He sports a concerned expression as he folds his arms whilst D’avid seems to be more confused than anything.
D’avid: Why don’t you just go in there and stop being a shit!
Red Rock: I don’t know why, but there is something about Adam Dick that makes him rather… unapproachable…
D’avid: What do you mean?
Red Rock: The obnoxious swearing, the overwhelming arrogance? I don’t know, what do you think?
D’avid: He has a nice new crown?
Red Rock: Shut up D’avid, you wait here! If I’m ever going to get anywhere I’m going to have to get some title shots! I’m going to plea with Adam’s good will to see if I can crow up a spot in this Frontier title match!
D’avid: …
Red Rock: Yeah thanks for your support! Well you know what they say… no shame no gain, don’t ask don’t get and he who dares wins!
Red Rock takes a deep breath and enters Adam Dick’s dressing room making eyes at the name across the door “The Unfuckables”. Red Rock stands nervously in the door way and in front of him sat down with his feet up on the table is Adam Dick. Dick stares blankly at Red Rock, he appears almost offended at Red Rock.
Adam Dick: Who fuck do you think you are??!
Red Rock: Hello Adam!
Adam Dick: Get out and knock, then I MIGHT talk to you.
Red Rock: Is that really necess–
Adam Dick: OUUUUT!
Adam Dick points prominently towards the door. Red Rock rolls his eyes and exits before knocking on the door.
Adam Dick: Now you may speak to your Transatlantic champion. What do you?
Red Rock: Well… I know we don’t really talk much…
Adam Dick: Red, tell me who does talk to you around here?
Red Rock: That’s not really the point Adam…
Adam sighs and allows Red Rock to continue.
Red Rock: Anyway the reason I’m here is because as you might know I’ve been going through some hard time and I thought I should try and make some opportunities to try and better myself. So I was thinking maybe you could let me in that match tonight for the Frontier championship?
Adam removes his feet from the comfortable position on the table and takes a serious expression as he tries to take in Red Rock’s obscure request.
Adam Dick: So let’s get this clear, you broke up with your faggoty boyfriend Bungle or what the fuck his name is and you want me to do you a favour?
Red Rock: Yeah something like that…
Adam Dick: You have GOT to be kidding me, get outta here you bastard! You don’t deserve to be in the match at all! You’ll just ruin it by being a pussy! GET OUT!
Red Rock: Right... well thanks anyway…
Red Rock makes his way out of the door whilst muttering under his breath…
Red Rock: cunt
Adam Dick: I heard that!
Furious Fists Meet The Wizard Of Odd
FEATURING: THE FURIOUS FISTS OF GOD, THE GREEN GRAPPLER
AUTHORS: TASO AND SAM LANDRY
Truth Waters: I hear that music, you know what that means… here comes Liam Martin, followed closely behind by Tim Martin! The Furious Fists of God are out here, Cassidy, and looks like they have something with them.
George Cassidy: They obviously took that away from some good for nothing whore! And they’re heading into the ring with that filthy, disgusting, sex toy for whores!
Truth Waters: Stop yelling profanities! You’re almost as bad as these two nut jobs. Liam has a mic in one hand, and a strap-on dildo in the other.
Liam starts talking into the head of the strap on, and of course people start to laugh, and his big brother pushes him and tells him to stop messing around.
Liam Martin: Oops, sorry. LISTEN TO ME, CHILDREN OF THE WHITE LORD! I have brought to you a miracle! A MIRACLE!
Tim Martin: This is not such a good idea, Liam. These people are laughing at you.
Liam Martin: God has spoken to me… TO ME! TESTIFY, WHITE JESUS! God has spoken unto me! Here, right here in my hand. God has spoken to me… through this strap-on dildo OF THE WHITE LORD!!
Truth Waters: WHAT? That is blashpemous and that is also ridiculous!
Liam Martin: God works in mysterious ways. It's a miracle, a MIRACLE! But not even my brother believes me. But I know, I BELIEVE, that the White Lord has a message for each and every one of you, and that tonight, I would bring Him out here and he would teach you his wisdom.
Tim Martin: Liam, that THING is not God! And God wouldn’t have anything to say to all these heathens and whore mongers and democrats, anyway!
Liam Martin: BELIEVE! BELIEVE! Speak to the masses, God! Speak to them!
Liam holds the mic up to the strap-on and the fans start to laugh. But five seconds pass, and Liam taps the head of the dildo with the mic. Ten seconds pass, and still, nothing.
Tim Martin: Liam, this is insane. The White Lord would never talk to you through a strap-on dildo. It’s cra-
Booming Voice of God: LIAM MARTIN!
Truth Waters: AAAAH!
George Cassidy: AAAAAH!
Booming Voice of God: TIM MARTIN! THIS IS GOD!
Liam Martin: YOU SEE! He’s talking to me! He’s talking to you! We are blessed! The White Lord has chosen to speak to US!
Tim Martin: Liam, that voice isn’t coming from the dildo. It’s coming from the p.a. system.
Liam Martin: JUST BECAUSE GOD DECIDED TO SPEAK TO ME FIRST, YOU’RE ALL MAD!
Booming Voice of God: Um, Liam… oh, Liam…
Liam is red-faced and staring at his brother when “God” interrupts him. His face lights up again as he turns to the dildo for guidance.
Booming Voice of God: Liam, do me a favor and shut up, ok? Thanks. Now can you please put the mic right up to the tip of the dildo? It’s so the people can hear me better, because I have a big important announcement.
Liam Martin: Yes, your Holy Whiteness, I am sorry.
Booming Voice in the Arena: Um, Liam. Do you think you could also put the mic and the tip of the dildo as close to your mouth as possible?
Liam looks puzzled but he does everything God tells him, so he puts the plastic weiner and the mic right up to his lips.
Tim Martin: OH! What are you doing?!
The fans crack up some more.
Tim Martin: That is disgusting! Liam!
Booming Voice of God: Tim Martin! You are not a TRUE BELIEVER! You are not righteous to the cause of the white race! Do I need to prove myself to you and everyone here that this is God? I know Liam believes me.
Liam Martin: I do God! I believe in you!
Booming Voice of God: You want a miracle! Here’s a miracle for you!
Smoke starts to fill up the arena, billowing out from under the ring and from various areas of the arena.
Booming Voice of God: FOG! FOG! Indoors! Huh? How you like me now? Now do you believe? Who but God can make it foggy indoors!
Liam Martin: YES! It really is HIM!
Booming Voice of God: And… LIGHTS! GREEN LIGHTS!
Green strobe lights start to flash across the ring and along the rows of the thousands of AWC fans in the building.
Booming Voice of God: Ooooh! How’s that for a miracle!
Liam Martin: IT’S HIM! GLORY IS UPON US ALL!
Liam falls to his knees and holds up the dildo high in the air.
Tim, on the other hand, has other ideas. He starts to look around the arena, until he spots something. Then he slides out of the ring and heads toward a curtained off area near the ramp way.
Booming Voice of God: Wanna see some real pious special effects? YEAH! Cuz I am GOD, baby! I am HOLY… like GUACAMOLE! How about we make it RAIN! Yeah, hallelujah!
Suddenly, a loud screeching hum breaks everyone’s eardrums in the arena, like the sound of nails on a chalkboard turned on the highest volume.
George Cassidy: GLAH! My ears are bleeding! What was that?
Booming Voice of God: Sorry, ha ha! Wrong button. Even God isn’t perfect. Here it is…
KABOOM! The roll of thunder is heard through the building.
Booming Voice of God: Yeah! I can make it rain inside! Hear that thunder? Groovy!
Liam Martin: GOD HATH COME ONTO US! WHITE PEOPLE, REJOICE!
Booming Voice of God: You like that thunder? ALRIGHT! How about some tunes? I think I have an “Eagles” record somewhere around here….
As the fans crack up, Tim Martin has reached the top of the ramp way and the large black curtain. Behind it, little whisps of smoke and green flashes of light can be see peeking out in short bursts. Tim grabs the curtain and pulls it down.
Booming Voice of God: “Hotel California” sound good to you God lovin’ folks? Or how about some Bob Denve--- HEY!
Tim Martin grabs this person standing in front of a bunch of controls and electronic equipment and spins him around.
Tim Martin: Who the hell are you?!
The man is dressed in green tights, a green cape, and a green lucha mask.
Man: Uh… HI! I’m…. uh… I am The GREEN GRAPPLER! So, um, how’s it going?
Tim Martin: And what the hell is that equipment behind you?
The Green Grappler: What… that? Ha ha ha! Nothing, no. Really. Terrorist alert security alarms, I think. Something VERY important, so I wouldn’t mess with---
Tim Martin as the Booming Voice of God: LIAM, THIS IS GOD!
The Green Grappler: --it. Heh heh.
Liam Martin: God, it is I, your faithful servant!
Tim Martin as the Booming Voice of God: LIAM… DROP THAT STUPID STRAP-ON DILDO AND GET YOUR ARSE UP HERE ON THE STAGE RIGHT NOW!
Tim knocks over a microphone and a bunch of other equipment as he slowly walks toward The Green Grappler.
The Green Grappler: Now wait a minute there, my good man. I swear to you, I didn’t know that microphone was there. I am The GREEN GRAPPLER, masked wrestler extraordinaire! Maybe I can sew you a nice new set of matching tights for you and your brother… I could put “Honky Power” across the butt. Jazz it up, some sequins, you know. Make you guys up like Billy Graham or Brother Love or something.
Liam Martin has reached the top of the rampart, and sees what is going on. He looks at the strap-on dildo, and with disgust he throws it on the ground. Then he walks toward Double G with a clenched fist.
Truth Waters: KICK TO THE GUT BY TIM MARTIN! He grabs Greenie… irish whip toward his brother Liam… FIST OF GOD!
George Cassidy: I JUST PEED MYSELF!
Truth Waters: Liam planted a fist right into the mush of The Green Grappler! They just hit their finisher on the Grappler!
George Cassidy: They’re not finished yet. Liam picks up the masked idiot… FIST OF GOD FROM TIM MARTIN!
Truth Waters: The Green Grappler is out! He is knocked the heck out! And The Furious Fists are now destroying all that equipment… OH MY! They dropped a huge speaker across Greenie’s back!
After throwing equipment around and smashing stuff for a few more moments of mayhem, Tim Martin grabs a mic and motions toward The Green Grappler.
Tim Martin: You see, Liam? Do you see who has been fucking with your mind?
Liam Martin: (breaking down into tears) A DEMON! A FOUL DEMON!
Tim Martin: And I believe he's Mexican, too!
Liam Martin: A MEXICAN DEMON!... WAAAA!... SAVE ME, OH TIM, SAVE ME!...
The Grappler raises a green gloved hand from under the speaker to try and say something…
The Green Grappler: Not… Mexica---
Liam Martin: Shut up, beaner!
Tim Martin: I cannot save you right now, brother, but later tonight, I shall try to cast a stone on this man's soul… by breaking the butterfly!
Liam Martin: OH GOOD, BROTHER! OH GOOD!
They walk off the set as security and others run to help the masked man and clean up the mess.
Truth Waters: Break the butterfly? He means Butterfly Hamada! The Green Grappler has tried to make friends with Butterfly… did he just make things WORSE!? We’ll find out!
She's Sober? What?!
FEATURING: TERESA TOMAS, SARAH KENNEDY
AUTHOR: SONYA
Out in the parking lot, a motor revs from the distance then becomes louder as its source approaches. A dark Midnight Purple step-side pick-up truck whips around the corner and comes to a screeching halt into an empty parking space between two black limos. The truck appears to be a late 70’s model Chevrolet. The deep shade of purple looks almost black as the paint shimmers in the street lamps. A pair of handcuffs dangling from the rearview mirror is barely seen through the tinted windows.
The driver side door swings open. Toby Keith can be heard blasting through the speakers. The engine dies and a pair of Nike sneakers lands on the pavement. The camera pans up the slender but tough figure of Teresa Tomas. Tonight she graces the fans wearing her signature Levi jeans and a blue and white number 18 Peyton Manning jersey. Her long sandy blond hair is held in a loose ponytail.
Just as Teresa turns around and leans into the truck, another blond comes to view. Teresa, seeing the cute little interviewer smiling patiently, reaches for a pack of smokes from the dashboard. After stepping up to sit at the edge of the black leather bench seat, Teresa uses her lips to pull out a cancer stick. She tosses the pack of cigarettes back on the dashboard and reaches into her front pocket. In the meantime, Sarah Kennedy has lost her smile. A disproving expression sets in her blue eyes. Teresa lights the cigarette, replaces the lighter in her front pocket, takes a puff and blows out the toxic smoke over Sarah’s head.
Sarah Kennedy: Thanks for not blowing that smoke in my face.
Teresa Tomas: (shrugs) I may not be a classy lady, but I’m not rude. So, you’re here. What you want to ask me.
The smile returns to Sarah’s face softening her features. She held her microphone confidently, eager to get this interview completed.
Sarah Kennedy: Let’s just make this brief. Do you have anything to say concerning your confrontation with Patrick Mapleleaf and/or his comments he made in the ring?
Teresa makes a final puff from her cigarette and flicks the butt to the side. She exhales slowly shaking her head.
Teresa Tomas: Patrick Mapleleaf. What can I say? His ego is bigger than his penis. Why else would he wear pants like that? As for what he said about me? Ha! I laughed my damn ass off. Poor feller probably is still a virgin. Either that or he’s gay. I mean he compared me to men he’s met.
Sarah Kennedy: What about Russell Bridges? You not only broke his most prized possession, but his heart when you busted his guitar last week. What do you have to say about that?
Teresa lowers her head and releases a deep breath. When she looks up to Sarah, deep remorse has settled into her baby blues. She moistens her lips in thought.
Teresa Tomas: As you can see, I’m sober tonight. Look anywhere in my truck. You won’t find one ounce of booze. Well, don’t look under the seat. Anyway, last week I was drunk. I mean, it’s been a long time since I was able to sit back with a couple ‘good ole’ boys’ and enjoy a few cold ones. Yeah, those two are a couple knuckleheads, but shit, I had fun. Unfortunately, when I over do it, I get a bit reckless. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some business to take care of.
Teresa slides off the edge of the seat and reaches behind it. Sarah steps back watching curiously. The Redneck Princess pulls out a black hard shelled guitar case and shuts the driver side door. Sarah Kennedy is soon left standing alone as Teresa Tomas heads toward the back door.
Sebastian Archer vs Captain Suleimon
STIPULATION: SINGLES
REFEREE: AARON DAVIES
AUTHORS: PIERRE HYDE AND TRENT GILL
James Brunt: The following is a singles match.
George Cassidy: We’re going to see a debut here, as new boy Sebastian Archer, just 22 years of age, from Hawaii and known as The Silver Dragon, steps between the ropes with Captain Suleimon.
Truth Waters: Tariq Suleimon has hardly set the world alight as yet, but the Turkish nationalist has at least attracted some public interest to a feud with Red Rock that started at the Christmas Party – though we don’t really know why.
“The Turkish March” begins to blare out as the fans boo.
George Cassidy: You know what, Truth?
Truth Waters: What? – I'm not gonna care, am I?
George Cassidy: Both these competitors are the exact same weight at 198 pounds!
Truth Waters: ...nope.
George Cassidy: No, I don’t really care either...
Truth Waters: Actually, I’d rather exchange pointless facts than listen to this noise pollution.
George Cassidy: That’s Mozart, Truth!
Truth Waters: Moat what?
George Cassidy: It was Mozart day last week...
Truth Waters: ...nope.
James Brunt: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by General Rahman, from Istanbul, Turkey, weighing in at 198 pounds... CAPTAIN SULEIMON!
George Cassidy: I'm surprised he doesn’t insist we call it Constantinople, or... whatever it was called before that.
Truth Waters: Istanbul had other names?
George Cassidy: Oh Truth...
Captain Suleimon and General Rahman appear at the top of the ramp, heat being aimed in their direction as they pace the clinical walkway between the two vertical sheets of interlaced wire that are there for protection from the crowd, at ECM Sasha Volkyeva’s insistence. Suleimon brazenly ignores the greeting of vertically challenged referee Aaron Davies to climb into the ring, his stoic manager stalking the ringside area.
Truth Waters: These two are no fun.
“Kuja’s Theme” starts to play, and after the initial surprise, fans of RPGs absorb the plain goodness of the music from the ninth instalment of the popular Final Fantasy franchise.
George Cassidy: ...WE GOT ALMASY?!
Truth Waters: Ha, I wish.
George Cassidy: Sebastian Archer – Seymour Almasy – SA, SA – it’s ALMASY IN DISGUISE!
The 6’1” Hawaiian pushes through the curtain and the fans get their first sight of the new signing.
Truth Waters: No, it isn’t.
James Brunt: And his opponent, from Kailua, Hawaii, weighing in at 198 pounds... SEBASTIAN ARCHER!
Archer takes his time in coming to the ring, as the fans give him a respectful welcome by applauding.
Truth Waters: 198? BAH GAWD, that’s the same weight as –
George Cassidy: OK, OK...
Archer hops up onto the apron as Rahman moves close, staring holes right into the young newcomer, who determinedly looks away and instead towards his opponent, who, while the same weight as him, is three inches shorter.
Truth Waters: General Rahman doing his best to intimidate the kid, but he’s got three inches on Suleimon so he’ll be OK.
George Cassidy: Size isn’t everything, Truth.
Waters turns and looks pointedly below the table at which they are seated.
Truth Waters: Saying it again and again won’t ever make it true, Cassidy.
The ring bells – or the bell rings, depending which way you like it – and the dynamic Turk immediately springs himself off the cables, taking advantage of n00b lag to hit Archer with a rising dropkick before the 22-year-old can even settle. He lands on his side and pushes himself back up so quickly that his head swims; Suleimon sneers at the ungainly Hawaiiite (three consecutive ‘i’s?) and boots him heavily in the gut. Hooking up for a suplex, the Captain heaves, but Archer’s got his game face on and slips out in mid-air, landing behind Suleimon and applying a waistlock.
Truth Waters: Sebastian Archer in danger of getting worked by the more experienced Captain Suleimon...
George Cassidy: Dazzled by the bright lights!
Truth Waters: Oh, it’s tough on your first night.
Running Suleimon forward into the turnbuckle, Archer springs back off him and backward-rolls to his feet. Suleimon takes a step forward as Archer shoots a high kick up to catch him across the chin. The commentators ignore them.
George Cassidy: Spoken like a true boxer.
Truth Waters: You know I never lost a match?
George Cassidy: Were you ever even in one?
Suleimon slowly staggers back, his neck absorbing the trauma of the shot, and Archer takes advantage of his open body to hook his leg and launch him overhead with a fisherman’s suplex! He makes the cover. The commentators ignore them.
Truth Waters: What the... really, what the hell? Truth Waters! TRUTH WATERS! You never heard of Truth Waters?
George Cassidy: No.
Truth Waters: And you call yourself a boxing fan?!
ONE! The commentators ignore them.
George Cassidy: Well, no. I grew up with days on the creek and homework.
TWO! The commentators ignore them.
Truth Waters: You had a pussy life.
Kickout. The commentators ignore them.
George Cassidy: Maybe...
Truth Waters: Despite never getting any of –
George Cassidy: BY GOD! We just had a near fall!
Truth Waters: Ya wha?
Archer rolls off of his opponent and goes right back to work with a stiff kick right to Suleimon's ribcage. The smack echoes everywhere, and Archer pulls him to his feet, then slams him right back to the canvas with a well-executed DDT. He's back on the offense again, this time trying to weasel Suleimon into a Boston Crab. The defender scrambles away, however, and uses the ropes to get to his feet. Archer doesn't take this lightly, and charges towards him. He leaps in the air and looks for the cross body, but Suleimon acts quickly, hooking his arms onto the top rope to stabilize himself. It works. Archer connects, but to no effect, and crashes to the canvas.
Truth Waters: Like running into a brick wall!
George Cassidy: A 198 pound one, at that.
Suleimon acts quickly as his opponent is grounded. He pushes down on the top rope and raises himself to a point where he can uses his feet to bounce off the second rope. He springs off and smashes his right elbow into Archer's cranium.
Truth Waters: Don't see that one done very often ..
George Cassidy: There's a lot of things you haven't seen or done, Truth ...
Truth Waters: Are we getting back to the pussy lifestyle?
George Cassidy: I think that subject can be avoided ...
Truth Waters: Actually, I find it intriguing. Were you dropped on your head as a child?
George Cassidy: Likely. At least my mother wasn't drunk in labour.
Truth Waters: Oh, that's low. It's because I'm black, isn't it?
George Cassidy: No. It's because I don't like you.
Truth Waters: Because I'm black?!
George Cassidy: We're missing another pinfall!
ONE!
TWO!
Sebastian Archer gets out of the pin. Suleimon seems ticked, but is up again. He stomps the hell out of his still-grounded opponent, then briskly climbs to the nearest top rope. He steadies himself backwards, then leaps off, flipping in the air. Suleimon tries to land the moonsault but his target is prepared with his knees tucked to his chest. Suleimon's front slams into the unforgiving knee-bone and falls to the middle of the ring, clutching his chest.
Truth Waters: Archer trying to get the momentum back! That's a start...
Archer is to his feet and is after Suleimon, but Suleimon is quick and scrambles out of the ring. Archer grabs onto the top rope and taunts his opponent, who paces around the ring, nursing his chest. ONE!. Suleimon walks to the other side of the ring. TWO! Suleimon jumps onto the apron and readies himself. Archer charges towards him and looks for an elbow-attack, but Suleimon has a grasp on the second rope and pulls himself quickly underneath it. Archer hits the ropes unexpectedly and tumbles to the outside. ONE!
Truth Waters: These two are really pushing our new Entertainment Co-Manager's countout.
TWO!
George Cassidy: Soon enough, every match will be royal rumble style... feet touch the outside, you lose! HA!
THREE!
Truth Waters: I can see you'd make a good Entertainment Co-Manager...
Sebastian Archer crawls back into the ring in the nick of time, but at a consequence, because Suleimon jumps on him immediately and puts him in a headlock. Suleimon rises from his knees to his feet, still with Archer in a headlock. Archer has a burst of adrenaline, however, and he lifts Suleimon into the stratosphere, trying for the back suplex. Suleimon frantically kicks his legs and flips backwards out of the move, then runs backwards into the ropes, comes back and leap frogs the dazed Archer. Suleimon bouces off the opposite ropes and comes back, leaping for a head-scissors takedown. Archer catches him on his shoulder and slams him hard to the ground.
Truth Waters: Nice reversal by the Silver Dragon!
George Cassidy: I don't know if I'd call it 'nice', but it was decent...
Archer keeps his opponent pinned to the ground following the slam.
ONE!
TWO!
Suleimon kicks out.
Truth Waters: The captain still in this one!
George Cassidy: Captain Crunch is a flyin'!
Archer seems to think that it should've been a three, and ignores Suleimon, yelling at the ref. This gives Suleimon enough time to get back to his feet, but Archer finally gives up his argument, coming back and getting into a grapple with the Captain. The 198 pounders struggle to get an advantage but eventually Suleimon forces Archer into the corner. He steps back and hits Archer with a couple of stiff knife-edge chops. Suleimon then props Archer on the top turnbuckle, climbs to the second rope himself, and finishes with a superplex!
George Cassidy: Captain Crunch is a flyin'!
Truth Waters: You just said that...
George Cassidy: In my time with you, I've heard you say "FRESHEN UP!" about 1,346 times. Not once have I complained...
Truth Waters: You complain every time!
Suleimon quickly goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Archer gets his foot on the ropes, and the count is stopped. The furious Suleimon yanks his foot off the ropes, hooks both legs and goes for a second pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Archer kicks out.
George Cassidy: Robin Hood will not go down without a fight!
Truth Waters: Captain Crunch, Robin Hood... where do you think of these things?
George Cassidy: I'm a natural, Truth, get used to it.
Suleimon pulls Archer to his feet and the two square off once more. Archer gets another burst of energy and starts fighting back, getting consecutive shots to his opponent. The crowd is getting behind him. Archer backs Suleimon into the set of ropes, then yanks him by the wrist, whipping him into the opposite ropes. Archer bows his head, trying for the back body drop.
Truth Waters: This could be it for Captain Suleimon!
Archer executes the back body drop, but Suleimon swiftly flips in mid-air and lands on his feet, keeping moving.
George Cassidy: Land ho!
Suleimon bounces off the ropes again, and comes back at Archer, who is surprised by Suleimon getting out of his move. Archer acts almost rashly with an uncontrolled clothesline, which Suleimon ducks easily. Suleimon keeps running, at a tearful pace, bounces off the ropes once more. He comes back, charging at Archer, who is facing the other way. Suleimon runs into a leap, grabs onto Archer's head from behind and executes the Whirling Dervish (Reverse Tornado DDT)!!
Truth Waters: Archer's head snapped to the canvas by that devastating move.
George Cassidy: This ship... has set sail.
Truth Waters: Okay, that really is enough.
Captain Suleimon goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rings.
James Brunt: The winner... Captain Suleimon!
Truth Waters: And that's that! Suleimon with an impressive win here on Fresh!.
George Cassidy: I don't know, he got out of some tight spots...
Truth Waters: You do know that Suleimon is heel, right?
George Cassidy: A truly inspiring performance here tonight by the Captain!
Rose-Colored Glasses Come Off
FEATURING: SARAH KENNEDY, BUTTERFLY HAMADA
AUTHOR: TASO
Sarah Kennedy is standing outside of Butterfly Hamada’s dressing room. She knocks a couple of times, but doesn’t hear anything.
Butterfly Hamada: Looking for someone?
Sarah Kennedy: AH! Hey! You scared me. What are you doing hiding in the shadows?
Butterfly Hamada: Just waiting for my match.
Sarah Kennedy: Were you expecting someone?
Butterfly Hamada: Why? Should I be?
Sarah Kennedy: Huh? How should I know? I’m just here to do an interview with you.
Butterfly Hamada: I’m not in the mood for an interview, if you don’t mind.
Sarah Kennedy: You know, you do have fans who like you. And they feel bad about what happened to your boyfriend. The last month you have seemed somewhat different. You have been quiet, like normal, but more so. You’ve been distant. And you haven’t won a match since that fateful night you substituted for Cosmic Lion in that match against Jack Murphy. People want to know how this is all affecting you.
Butterfly Hamada: How do you think I feel? Pardon me, Sarah, but how would you feel?
Sarah Kennedy: I’m… I’m sorry.
Butterfly Hamada: Do not be sorry, Sarah-san. I am a wrestler, a fighter, and this is what I do for a living. It has been my life since I was a little girl, learning the art of joshi puroresu from my mother. Otherwise, I am a normal person, just like you.
Butterfly Hamada: And just like a doctor, or a businessman, sometimes things happen in your life. But you have to continue. Even if it hurts your heart, you have to move on. It is the right way to honor those that you care for.
Butterfly Hamada: And now, well tonight I have a new match, with a new opponent. A new day. A new fight. Isn’t that what life is about? Every day a new challenge that you have to defeat? And yes, I have lost to Jack Murphy at Winter Warfare, and I lost to Liam Martin two weeks ago. Wins have not been easy to come by for me in the AWC. But it is not for a lack of trying. Maybe, it is for a lack of an attitude.
Sarah Kennedy: An attitude?
Butterfly Hamada: I came here to the AWC a naive person from Japan. Some unfortunate people never take their rose-colored glasses off, but everyone wears these spectacles occasionally. This attitude of cheerful optimism, of seeing everything in an attractive, pleasant light, it hasn’t worked for me here. I did not expect the kind of people I encountered here. In Japan we wrestle to see who is the best fighter, we do NOT wrestle to see who has the biggest @#%$!
Butterfly Hamada: People like Jack Murphy with his ridiculous ideals, or Chainz, who attacked me in the ring after our match for no reason. This is who I am expected to wrestle against, to work with, to compete with? And then, The Furious Fists, who showed no honor inside the ring during my match with Liam, just like everyone else, beat me to a bloody pulp. $#@%! %$#! Is that how you act? Is that how you treat this profession? MY profession?
Butterfly Hamada: And what KIND of a person would believe in racism? What kind of person would embrace it that much? What type of reality is one living in when they believe that all people are beneath them and they are superior? Race, or sex, or someone’s political views… I don’t seem to understand. Is it meant to be funny? I think at first people might laugh, but in the end when none of it makes any common sense, yet you continue to believe in it so zealously, it becomes a very easy shield to see through. That blind idealism becomes so translucent that it changes to a weakness.
Butterfly Hamada: Last week… the Martin brothers… insulted me… they embarrassed me… and everyone laughed along as if they had never seen anyone act like an imbecile before. Have you ever heard of a one trick pony? Do you know what is a--- how do you say in English. Tee hee! One-hit wonder?
Hamada’s laugh is sarcastic, playing the innocent little Japanese school girl. She rolls her eyes with new found impudence.
Butterfly Hamada: If the AWC believes the Furious Fists are funny now… wait until I am through with them.
Hamada opens her dressing room door and closes it shut behind her, never looking back.
An Apology Of Sorts
FEATURING: NORTON & BRIDGES, TERESA TOMAS
AUTHOR: RYAN KEANEY
Fading away from the “AWC in 2006” logo, man that is everywhere, the camera opens on the unfamiliar sight of Chuck Norton and Hash Brown Bridges not playing their guitars. The pair are sitting staring at the floor between their feet in complete silence. Norton and Bridges aren’t even wearing their gigging gear this week. They are just wearing plain t-shirts and dusty jeans.
Russ Bridges: I miss my guitar.
Chuck Norton: I know.
Despite having competed early, Hash Brown’s mood is as downbeat as the moment that Teresa Tomas smashed his guitar against the wall last week. Looking across the room as his best friend, Chuck is helpless to come with an idea to help his friend out of the terrible mood.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Panning to the door the camera welcomes Teresa Tomas to the scene. She is dressed in a pair of jeans and some American sports jersey. This narrator is Irish so I don’t care much for the details of it all. If you really care you should have paid attention to Teresa’s earlier.
Russ Bridges: What do you want?
Standing up, Chuck walks to the door to cut off Teresa entering the room.
Chuck Norton: Look, Russ doesn’t want any visitors, especially you. That was his first AND only guitar.
Teresa Tomas: I just wanted to apologise…
Chuck Norton: Maybe later… or next week…
Russ Bridges: Or NEVER!
Sensing the hostility, Teresa steps back into the corridor.
Teresa Tomas: I was really drunk and I feel really bad…
Chuck Norton: I know. But that guitar meant a lot to him.
Teresa Tomas: I know. That’s why I got him this. It was the most expensive one I could find and the guy in the shop said Garth Brooks has one just like it.
Looking down Chuck noticed a guitar case in the corridor.
Chuck Norton: I’ll give it to him…
Teresa Tomas: Thanks.
Chuck Norton: When he has calmed down, you can say your proper apology…
Teresa Tomas: Will do.
The Rise Of The Mighty
FEATURING: PADDY O'SHEA, SHELLY, MIKE WADE
AUTHORS: MICK DOHERTY AND MIKE WADE
“Raggle Taggle Gypsy” by Christy Moore blasts from the speakers and the fans in the crowd jump to their feet, in euphoric excitement at the imminent arrival of the AWC’s most popular superstar. And here he doth arrive. Crutches supporting his light frame and pale complexion, he see-saws on their pivot and pushes himself forward, out into the gaze of the world. And flashes of light meet his arrival, accompanied by a roar of approval.
Truth Waters: Look who it is Cassidy!
George Cassidy: Get security to that hobo now!
Jimmy Stewart, 21 year old med student, got tickets from his uncle who so happens to do security at the arena. He came for one man. His name is Paddy O’Shea.
Lindsay Houlahan doesn’t like wrestling, hell, she only came because her boyfriend would have went apeshit if she wasted the ticket he bought. But she knew this man and she found herself excited, the vigorous rise of her chest, indicating so.
Sonny O’Neill traveled one hundred and eight miles to be here tonight. His Father said we gotta support our own son. Sonny, being born here in America but of Irish parents, never felt Irish before. He did now.
And they all were excited for one reason - because on the 23rd of December 2005, they watched as an angel’s wing were plucked from them, his back folding in on itself as the crowd groaned on in pain. Just as Lavelle killed Paddy’s dream of being the Transatlantic champion with a Whiplash. They had watched a man give absolutely everything he had for the biggest title he could see, and watched him grasping straws.
And now they watched his magnificent rise, a phoenix from the ashes.
“Eire Óg” they screamed along with ten thousand others. Eire Og in honour of his stable of yore, Eire Óg being Young Ireland. Yes, this was Young Ireland. This was a rebirth, this was 2006, this was a brand new year. This was Paddy O’Shea smiling at the top of the ramp, with tears in his eyes.
His baggy checkered shirt, half open from the top, scantily exposing a patchy chest of hair, he trundles to the ring ever so slowly. He takes a few steps then looks behind him, giving a little shout that is most certainly drowned out form the crowd. From behind the curtain emerges his girlfriend, Shelly. Her face half covered with her hands in a mix of fright and embarrassment, she hurries to his side in her plain black AWC T-Shirt and faded jeans. So was the uniform of an AWC employee.
George Cassidy: Jeez, you think that skank could dress it up a bit.
Truth Waters: That “skank” is in her work uniform and I don’t think Paddy would take kindly at you calling her that.
George Cassidy: Pfft. Paddy O’Ghey.
Truth Waters: Clever.
Shelly still half petrified, they reach the ring and Paddy struggles up the stairs with help from James Brunt. With a hand from Shelly and Brunt, O’Shea enters through the ropes, then hobbles around the squared circle, mesmerized in every footstep. And the crowd eat it up.
Then he’s handed a mic and the fans give a bit of hush.
Paddy O’Shea: Comrades…isn’t it just lovely t’ be back!
With Shelly making sure to stand out of the cameras view the best she can, Paddy walks over to her and puts a warm around her.
Paddy O’Shea: And here’s another lovely wee thing. Show yer appreciation folks, fer me girlfriend!
George Cassidy: Four out of ten. Tell her to get the baps out and we’ll see.
The crowd give another cheer, breaking out now in a Shelly chant which causes her to blush furiously. She gently pulls away from Paddy’s grasp and starts to wander away from the attention. Paddy chuckles and then looks out at the fans once more.
Paddy O’Shea: One month ago, aye fought in the biggest match o’ me life. Unfortunately o’ course, aye was beaten by a man who deserves the full credit he receives. Personally, aye don’ think there’s anyone aye’d rather lose t’ so aye wish Pierce all the best wherever he may be.
The fans clap in response to the former champion’s name being mentioned.
George Cassidy: How cheap is that! That’s ripping the arse out of it!
Truth Waters: Arse?
George Cassidy: Oh God… I’M TURNING IRISH!
Paddy O’Shea: Aye’ll tell ye, he left me in a bad shape. Twisted back an’ fecked up shoulders, tha’ match took a lot o’ me but aye think aye’ve took enough from tha’ match t’ say tha’ one day, maybe sooner than ye think, aye’ll have tha’ title.
Paddy uses the crutches to take him over to the turnbuckle which he leans against, staring at the entrance way. His mood soon changes to a solemn concentration, his voice not grittier and harsh.
Paddy O’Shea: And no’, down t’ business… Mike Wade.
The fans boo passionately at the name.
George Cassidy: These people have no taste.
Truth Waters: These people saw Mike Wade break into Paddy’s hospital room last week, punching him and threatening him.
George Cassidy: So, a little slap and tickle never hurt anyone.
Paddy O’Shea: Last week, ye entered me privacy, ye threatened me, ye assaulted me. Aye can’ say aye’m surprised. After all, didn’t ye hit me from behind so many time before, even goin’ as far as tryin’ t’ kill me at the bridge? There’s no getting’ round the fact, these people know wha’ ye are, an’ they hate ye. An’ so do aye.
”Wade’s an asshole!” breaks out. Could be a number one single that.
Paddy O’Shea: An’ so, aye keep me back t’ ye because injured or no’, aye want ye out here. Aye want yer response right no’ when aye say… O’Shea versus Wade… First Blood… at Bloodlust.
Truth Waters: Woohoo! Wade’s gonna bleeeeeeed, yo!
George Cassidy: …
Truth Waters: Come on, I never get to be biased!
Shelly looks at Paddy, her eyes wide. Alarmed she hurries over to Paddy, hissing at him, telling him he promised he’d stay on the injury list for a while. Paddy just smiles at her and waits, which greatly annoys Paddy. The fans on the other hand are cheering their hearts out.
“Jump Around” by House of Pain hits and the cheers turn to jeers. Shelly takes a step behind Paddy, after seeing what this man was capable of she shuddered ever time she thought of him. Wade makes his way into the arena to what you could call a hostile reception. On the sight of his mortal enemy Paddy’s face grimaces. Wade gets into the ring and stand mere feet from Paddy and Shelly, who still is situated behind Paddy peering over his right shoulder.
Mike Wade: You just won’t learn will you? I threw all the threats I possibly could throw your way, put you in hospital more times then I can count and now you want me to finally end your career?
Wade tries to continue but the “Wade’s an asshole” chant over powers him.
Mike Wade: Whenever you ignorant pricks are finished I’ll continue. It seems we’ve just come to a crossroads Paddy. I’m sick of you being portrayed as an innocent little soul when you’re really a soulless pykey scumbag. And I guess your jealousy towards me has overpowered you. See that’s your real problem isn’t it Paddy? Before I got here you were seen as a nice little Irish guy who could be a great front for the promotion. But then along comes Wade, I’m a presentable Irish guy with edge. I can wrestle, I look great and my all round awesomeness and superiority may shock and amaze most. In this ring I can buy and sell you as I proved already when me and Face beat you for the Alliance belts. I’m a double champion, I’m the star of this federation, I’m better than you’ll ever be and that fucking kills you!
Paddy’s face is boiling over. He is about to snap.
Truth Waters: You have to believe that if Paddy O’Shea wasn’t just released from hospital he’d be mauling Mike Wade right now.
George Cassidy: He could try!
Mike Wade: But there’s one thing that should kill you more then anything Paddy.
Paddy looks at Wade and shrugs his shoulders as if to ask “What”?
Mike Wade: Let me direct you to the video wall.
Paddy, Wade, Shelly and everyone else in the arena stare at the big screen. A video plays showing Mike Wade taking his turn at “Spin the Bottle” during the AWC Xmas party and Shelly having to kiss Mike and run straight out of the room.
Paddy O’Shea: You son of a bitch.
Mike Wade: You know they call me His Swerviness right?
Truth Waters: What does he... NO!!
Wade grins that trademark cocky grin as Paddy slumps over in a pain only a man could understand.
Truth Waters: SHELLY!!!
Shelly was behind Paddy as if in hiding but slumped to her knees and delivered a fatal low blow to Paddy. She then leaps over Paddy’s limp body to give Mike Wade a big steamy kiss on the lips as the fans go into disrepute.
Truth Waters: I may be sick.
George Cassidy: Wade getting himself some. This man is a legend!
Mike Wade: You know what they say Paddy right? If you wanna get laid…
Shelly: JOIN THE PARADE!!!
Shelly then pries her lips away from her apparent new beau’s and over to a fallen Paddy O’Shea.
Shelly: Nothing personal Paddy. Mike just knows how to treat a woman.
Mike Wade: Hey, I’m called His Swerviness for more then that...
Wade then spins Shelly around and delivers a massive TFW driving her head right into the mat. Wade pops straight back up again and the crowd have actually gone nuts!
Truth Waters: My God this crowd don’t know WHAT to think of Mike Wade. He’s just swerved Paddy O Shea and Shelly within the space of five seconds!
George Cassidy: How does he do it? How DOES he do it?
Mike Wade: Look into the eyes of a double champion Paddy, and as he looks into the eyes of a fallen man you’ll see the answer... YES PADDY. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!
Filthy Slut
FEATURING: LIAM MARTIN, TRACY, CHAINZ
AUTHORS: MIKE S. AND SAM LANDRY
The scene cuts to the back where we see Liam Martin walking by himself. He has a bible in hand and a determined look on his face, a look of resolve about him. Something has been troubling Liam for some time and it looks as if he is on his way to set things straight. He finally stops at a door and swallows hard as the name 'Chainz' comes into view. Liam tucks his shirt into his pants and tightens his belt. With a sigh he knocks on the door and awaits a response. A womanly voice responds,
Voice:Come in.
Liam Martin: I hope he's not playing make up again.
Liam pushes the door open and to his and our relief Chainz is not playing make up, in fact Chainz isn't in the locker room. Tracy is sitting by herself in front of a mirror, checking out various pieces of jewelry. She is wearing a plain white t-shirt with very short shorts, showing off her long and athletic legs.
Tracy: Yes Liam, what can I do for you?
Liam Martin: Well Tracy, I need your help with something.
Tracy turns with an inquisitive glance, pacing her rings on a table.
Tracy: Now you know I was just messing with you last week. I'm fully satisfied with my man and I think I'll pass on you, no offense.
Liam Martin: What, that's not what I'm here for you jezebel.
Tracy stands, a bit upset with Liam's tone towards her. She is obviously not used to hearing men talk to her in this manner. She scowls a bit, but shrugs it off.
Liam Martin: I came to discuss what happened last week. Your actions were completely unacceptable and repugnant. You acted like a foul hell-whore.
Tracy: Oh come on, I know you enjoyed it.
Liam Martin: Lies, don't try to poison my mind you whore. I didn't like it, it was an involuntary response, nothing more. I don't like you and your kind; I simply came here to tell you not to try anything like that again.
Tracy: Okay look Liam, the truth is last week wasn't my idea. Chainz wanted to mess with you and have a laugh at your expense. He told me to do it, I really didn't want to, but you know when Chainz sets his mind on something it's hard to make him see otherwise.
Liam Martin: So you were just acting under that lunatics directions?
Tracy: Yeah, when he wants something really bad there's nothing I can do. Like one time he was like, baby spread that ass for me. I told him no, I was still a virgin back there. So he said fine, suit yourself. I thought he changed his mind, but than he just rammed his dick up there and pounded me for like twenty minutes. I screamed like a pig being slaughtered, but after a while I got into it and it actually felt good after some time. It hurt a lot afterwards though; my ass was so tight it could snap a pencil and Mikes so big that I was amazed he didn't tear me in half, although I did bleed afterwards. Than he made me clean it off, at first I thought I was going to vomit, but I had no chance because he made me deep throat that filthy cock. You know, I actually loved every second of it, because I was pleasing my man and there's no greater joy in life than that. Any way, you get the idea.
Liam looks green and is shaking his head in disgust.
Liam Martin: You filthy slut, your lust and sexual degradation will land you straight in hell. I'll be laughing from heaven as you burn and fry.
Liam suddenly stops talking as he feels someone breathing on his back. The room seems like it dropped twenty degrees colder instantly. Liam slowly turns around, clenching his bible close to his heart. Chainz is standing behind him, causing him to shrink in size though both are similar in stature.
Chainz: I know you're not talking to my girl like that.
Liam Martin: Chainz, I… I…, you heard me out of context, demon!.
Chainz: Don't lie to me, I can see through your eyes to your soul and I see the shit that you really are.
Liam swallows hard and tries to sidestep Chainz, but the big man isn't budging.
Chainz: Where do you think you're going Liam, we're not done yet. I have a bone to pick with you. I don't know who you think and who you think sent you, but no one talks to Tracy like that. I think we're gonna have a problem from now on boy, I grow weary of you and your brother and your constant whining about the man upstairs.
Liam Martin: Now Chainz, I think you should be careful what you say about our White Lord.
Chainz: Hmm.
Chainz winds back and slaps Liam across the face, hard. Liam looks stunned and hurt, fury building from within. He looks as if he's about to do something, but Chainz is starring straight into Liam's eyes, no fear no emotion barely any life in the darkness of his eyes and soul. He backs down a bit and Chainz smiles, than grabs the bible from Liam's grasp. Liam tries to get it back, but Chainz pulls out a lighter and holds it to the bible.
Liam Martin: Chainz, don't do it. I swear to you, don't. That's something you can't come back from.
Chainz just smiles and sets the bible on fire, tossing it into the trash can after a few seconds. Liam charges Chainz, but Chainz grabs him and pushes him into a wall, pushing himself against the back of Liam.
Chainz: Now boy listen to me and listen to me good. Don't try shit, don't talk to me or Tracy, hell don't even look at her anymore. You foul up again and I'll follow you boys to your hotel room, stand above you as you sleep and if you thought what I did to Tracy back than was something, I'll truly bring you into my world of pain and pleasure.
Liam Martin: What… what are you saying.
Chainz: I will stalk you, I will abuse you, and I will rape you straight to hell.
Chainz shoves Liam through the door with great force. Liam falls, but is quick to his feet. He quickly runs off, not daring to look back.
Jason Warr vs Anton Assault
STIPULATION: SINGLES
REFEREE: LARS LARSSON
AUTHOR: SAM LANDRY
Truth Waters: Folks we’re jumping right into the match now… we missed entrances, and currently, things are looking up for Anton after about a minute of fighting…
In the corner of the turnbuckle, Anton is standing in front of Jason Warr. He throws a hard open palm into the side of Jason’s head, whipping it to the side. As Jason’s head whips back he is greeted by another. This continues for a few strikes for Jason slides down onto his ass, shaking his head.
George Cassidy: This isn’t some Chuck Liddel bullshit! This is AWC! Wrestling! With flips!
Truth Waters: What you talkin’ about? This man is laying an ass whooping!
George Cassidy: An ass whooping that belongs somewhere else!
Anton lifts Jason up, but as he does so, Jason gets a burst of energy and grabs Anton and throws him back into the turnbuckle. He then starts throwing fists, Anton jumping up a little after each one. Jason pulls on Anton’s arm to whip him, but Anton breaks the grab by chopping on Warr’s arm. Warr pulls away, grabbing at the elbow of his right arm in pain. Instantly, Anton’s face lights up.
Truth Waters: This fool, Warr, just made the biggest mistake of this match… Assault is gonna make him pay.
George Cassidy: Let’s just hope he does it the RIGHT way, looks around, sees we’re not in an octagon, and does a god damn suplex!
Anton walks over to Warr and grabs the arm, instantly twisting it. Holding it in front of him, Anton strikes the elbow again, Warr screaming in pain. Warr drops to the ground and writhes around. Once Warr is on his back, Anton quickly rushes over to him. He begins to strike at his face, grabbing at Warr’s flailing arm unsuccessfully.
Truth Waters: Looks like Warr is trying to protect that arm… he knows what kind of pain will come if he doesn’t!
Finally, Anton gets a hold of it and pulls on the arm, dragging Warr into an arm bar, with war on his stomach and Anton pulling on the arm with legs on Warr’s back and Anton sitting on his butt. As Warr writhes around, Anton continues to twist and pull.
Truth Waters: That playa Assault is really workin’ that arm!
George Cassidy: What is it with you people and playa, forgetting your Gs…
Truth Waters: WHAT’S THAT?! HOW ABOUT I BREAK YOU ASS IN HALF!
George Cassidy: That’s right… hate the man…
Anton still has the same hold. The formerly vibrant crowd is now growing restless. Boos are heard as Warr tries to break free, Anton still keeping the hold in check.
”BORRRRRING! BORRRRING! BORRRRRRING!”
George Cassidy: BORRRING! BORRRRING!
Truth Waters: You better stop! This man is doing art!
George Cassidy: That’s like calling a blank canvas art, Truth… it isn’t!
Anton, a look of frustration on his face, breaks the hold. He places a knee on Warr’s back and a knee on the injured elbow. He then begins to pull up on the fore arm, bringing more screams. The crowd begins to boo more.
”BORRRRRRING! BORRRRRRING! BORRRRRRING!”
George Cassidy: What a crowd tonight! What! A! CROWD!
Anton finally gives in to it all and gets up, walking towards the turnbuckle. He starts screaming at the crowd, his mixed Spanish and English yelling about “Appreciate what I do!” and shit like that. Luis, the slimeball that he is, jumps on the mat and tries to console him. Warr, while this is happening, gets up and runs at Anton. He smacks him right in the back, which in turn sends Luis flying off and into the barrier and the chain-link fence!
Truth Waters: Finally! That fool got what he deserved!
George Cassidy: A hard working man like Luis should NEVER have to go through that!
Truth Waters: Hard working?
George Cassidy: Yeah! Supporting Anton like this financially, handling shit for him…
Truth Waters: Bitch please!
Jason turns Anton around and smacks him a few times before Irish whipping him. Anton, though, grabs onto the ropes he is sent into. Warr, seeing this, charges at him again, clothes lining Anton and sending both over the barrier! They both hit hard, laying on the mat outside.
ONE!
Jason slowly sits up, grabbing his elbow. He pulls himself to his feet, looking around only to see Anton trying to get up. Warr, though, grabs Anton and lifts him up, running and driving Anton into the fence on the barrier! Anton collapses as Warr pulls away, grabbing his elbow.
TWO!
Truth Waters: Warr is making quite a turn around right here! He’s showing us he can really fight!
Warr picks up Anton and whips him back into the ring, following right behind him just before the three-count. Warr pulls up Anton but, while Warr continues to clutch Anton’s head, Anton chops at Warr’s neck, breaking the hold. He then attacks with a fist to the face, an elbow to the jaw, a punch to the stomach, and then a knee to the face, sending Warr flying backwards. As Warr stumbles, Anton spins around with a kick to the jaw, knocking Warr down flat. Anton tries for the roll up…
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
Anton doesn’t waste any time and stands right up, kicking Warr’s arm so it goes flat. Anton then drops down with a chop, landing right on Warr’s elbow. Warr screams again, and the screams continue as Anton grabs the arm and starts twisting it, holding Warr on the ground with a foot. Warr writhes around, trying to get out.
Truth Waters: Anton is REALLY working that elbow hard… he might just break it!
George Cassidy: A rookie move, breaking an elbow… I wouldn’t put it past Anton.
Anton quits twisting the elbow and pulls Warr up, only to instantly drop him with a quick right hook chop. Seeing Warr sort of out of it, Anton attempts for the cover…
ONE!
Kickout.
Anton is now upset. He is walking around the ring, talking to himself. The microphones are picking him up saying things like “Why won’t he just tap?” While he does this, the crowd begins to erupt. This catches both Anton’s and Luis’ attention…
Truth Waters: Who is that? Someone is coming up to the barricade.
As the man gets closer it turns out to be…
Truth Waters: HATE! WHAT IS HE DOING HERE!
The crowd is cheering as Hate jumps on the fence, shaking it ferociously. Stadium security try to pull him off, but he is acting like a wild man, unable to let go. Anton rushes over and starts screaming out to him.
Truth Waters: What is Hate doing? He can’t attack Anton… he can’t even get to the ring!
As Anton yells, Jason Warr gets up and notices another opportunity. Anton hears Luis yelling this time, though, and, at the last moment, turns around and connects with an upper cut. Warr’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he falls back, landing like a dead man. Anton instantly starts going crazy, grabbing Warr’s arm and giving the armbar. All the while, though, Warr is not moving. The referee goes over and checks to see if Warr is still conscious… only to lift his hand once and see that it drops. The referee calls for the match, and while the bell rings, Anton continues to go crazy.
James Brunt: The winner… ANTON ASSAULT!
As the referee pulls Anton off, Anton instantly rushes over to the ropes. He starts yelling in Spanish at a stunned Hate, confused at how his tactics to foil Anton could fail. Luis slides into the ring and begins saying things to Anton, attempting to calm him down.
Truth Waters: Wow, what an ending! Hate comes down, Anton almost gets his shit fucked up, only to shit-fuck Warr right back!
George Cassidy: This is going to lead to something PRETTYYYYY interesting between these two men.
Truth Waters: You mean these THREE!
George Cassidy: That’s for sure…
Packing It All In?
FEATURING: PIERCE LAVELLE, SARAH KENNEDY, DAVID "PEARL" HARBER, SASHA VOLKYEVA
AUTHORS: LARA CLARKE AND PIERRE HYDE
The locker room is a scene of silence - almost serene. The movements are nothing but speckles of dust, so minute not even a trained eye could spot them, but the camera shifts from staring at a blank wall to a figure, knelt over a small training bench. A duffle bag is perched on top of a fold out chair, along with a couple of t-shirts and other items. The figure rises, dressed in casual attire - faded jeans and a black shirt. As the figure turns around, it’s revealed to be Pierce Lavelle, his face is miserable and his eyes shaded by large bags accompanied with five-day shade along his chin and jaw line.
He pulls up a couple of sheets and a document and packs everything into his zip-up bag, which he slowly closes and slings over his shoulder. As he gazes around the room, he feels his heart sink as the silence becomes over bearing. The fans in the arena are quiet as they watch Pierce remove his own name from the door - a name that had become so prominent in the AWC. He buries his name tag into his pockets and listens intently to the hustle and bustle of the electronics and static from various sets, monitoring the arena and backstage area.
Pierce, not wishing to prolong the agony, turns to the door and shuts it one last time. A shudder is felt around the arena, some fans even beginning a small “L-A-V-E-L-L-E” chant, but it has no outcome on the distant ex-champion, who begins to walk away from his locker room.
Sarah Kennedy: Pierce?
Sarah’s voice breaks the silence and the fans are suddenly on their feet cheering away as the beautiful blonde interviewer storms after the elusive Pierce Lavelle. Pierce turns on his heels and smiles.
Pierce Lavelle: You’re a sight for sore eyes.
Sarah’s eyes glisten as she finally catches up to Pierce.
Sarah Kennedy: I didn’t think you’d come…
Pierce Lavelle: I was told to collect the last of my things.
Pierce says painfully and dips his head. Sarah approaches a little sway in her step as she come close to a man she has grown to like.
Sarah Kennedy: You going to be okay?
Pierce Lavelle: It’s just so hard to say goodbye to something that means so much.
Sarah Kennedy: I know, but we’ll sort everything out.
Sarah places a hand on Pierce’s shoulder and looks at him. Pierce doesn‘t move or say a thing, he just continues staring at the floor and then back toward Sarah, who’s taken the role of comforter in the relationship at the moment.
Pierce Lavelle: The god damn detectives are all over me, and don’t believe a word I tell them. I can’t handle this… it’s too much.
Sarah Kennedy: We’ll work it out, I promise.
Sarah smiles and hugs the hurt ex-champion, who reciprocates the hug, a smile on his face as he perks up.
Pierce Lavelle: I am now.
Sarah Kennedy: Are what now?
Sarah smiles.
Pierce Lavelle: I’m better now – now that you’re here.
Sarah blushes at his cheesy comment and takes him by the hand, but before anything further can develop, the shrieking of Sasha Volkyeva’s voice rackets down the halls. Sarah jumps, but remains holding Pierce’s hand as the two turn their attention to the irate boss.
Sasha Volkyeva: Pierce Lavelle, what are you doing here? You are banned…
Sarah Kennedy: He’s just collecting his other stuff –
Sasha Volkyeva: That’ll be enough, Ms. Kennedy.
Sarah Kennedy: I –
Sasha Volkyeva: You’ve been blinded by your feelings for Mr Lavelle. You can’t see what a bad influence he is on this company.
Pierce Lavelle: I’ll be out of your way soon…
Pierce mutters, gritting his teeth and mumbling over and over ‘never hit a woman’.
Sarah Kennedy: Excuse me?
Sarah, defiant, stands strong against the new boss. She remains next to Pierce as Sasha steps forward, a slight fire in her eyes.
Sasha Volkyeva: Fraternising – sleeping with the enemy I believe!
Sasha comments with a cocky grin as she gazes up toward Pierce Lavelle.
Pierce Lavelle: Leave Sarah out of this.
Pierce demands with a forceful tone.
Pierce Lavelle: You got what you want, I’m out. Why don’t you go back to Dick and tend to his needs…
Sasha Volkyeva: Be careful, Lavelle. Although you are banned, I still have the right to fire you. In fact, since you won’t be able to fulfil the terms of your contract with AWC, I think it’s only right that I end it –
Pearl: Actually, you won’t be doing any such thing.
Sasha jumps slightly as Pearl moves into view and moves past Sasha toward Pierce and Sarah.
Pearl: I will.
Lavelle and Kennedy both gasp. Pearl turns and gives Lavelle a meaningful look before looking back at his colleague.
Pearl: I asked Pierce to come in tonight. Now, is there a problem I need to know about?
Sasha Volkyeva: Everything’s fine.
Sasha mumbles and walks off in the other direction. Pearl turns to an uncertain-looking Pierce Lavelle.
Pearl: Something wrong, Pierce?
Pierce Lavelle: I… you said…
Pearl coughs.
Pearl: Just wait until later on, Pierce. Stick around a while, I’ll be making an, ah, announcement.
Kennedy cuts in hotly.
Sarah Kennedy: I don’t think “Mother Russia” is going to let him stick around!
Pearl: Remember, just be careful what you say around her. She has a strong backing with the board and… yes, just… careful.
Harber coughs awkwardly. Pierce and Sarah remain holding hands as they follow Pearl down the hall toward his office. Inside the office, Pearl has taken a seat behind his large desk and begins scribbling down a few things on a jotter; Pierce and Sarah remain standing, waiting anxiously on something to be said.
Pierce Lavelle: Pearl, that ban, the test, I was set up and I can prove i-
Pearl: You don’t have to prove it.
Pierce Lavelle: Huh?
Pearl: Dr Burns and I took our own blood sample at the same time and ours came back negative. Whatever happened in the DA’s lab, your blood was tampered with, I know it! I just can’t prove it… yet.
Pearl looks up toward Pierce, who looks completely shocked.
Pearl: I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about that, but I couldn’t have Sasha finding out and then Adam Dick. Otherwise it could have been tampered with.
Sarah Kennedy: …Does that mean you could remove the ban?
Sarah asks with hope as she steps a little closer into Pierce’s side. Pearl then stares toward Sarah Kennedy, the very reporter that has captured Pierce’s heart. Pearl looks down at his desk and the many opened folders and documents.
Pearl: That I am afraid is not possible… Pierce has, for all intents and purposes, tested positive.
Sarah Kennedy: But you said –
Pearl: I know what I said, Sarah! But our word against the DA’s won’t exactly yield impressive results. I’m not sure we’ll ever be able to prove how they tampered with your sample or even that they did… unless we can find out why…
Pierce Lavelle: But… why?
Pearl just shrugs his shoulders and throws a small document across to Pierce, who releases his grip from Sarah to catch the unspecified document.
Pierce Lavelle: What’s this?
Pearl: The blood test result from Dr Burns. You’ll need to give it to you lawyer, Ms Wood. It gives you a chance for an appeal, at least…
Pierce Lavelle: But what chance do I have in an appeal? Honestly, Pearl?
Harber sighs.
Pearl: Very little. Unless we can prove that your sample was tampered with… you’re out for twelve months, just as they said.
Pierce Lavelle: Okay. Well, I guess I better go hide somewhere before Sasha comes back with her squadron of police to escort me out of the building…
Sarah turns to Pierce, pain in her eyes, by this stage the fans too have gone silent. They had been cheering and yelling his name, but it was nothing more than a mere whisper in the office. Pierce turned to Sarah, and saw the pain in her eyes, a pain he was feeling. He didn’t want to leave.
Sarah Kennedy: Does he have to leave? Not tonight, I mean the big picture…
Pearl looks intently into her eyes.
Pearl: Pierce has a one year ban from wrestling. Of course, AWC will honour that ban. That’s all I can say…
Pierce Lavelle: And you’ll really – cancel my contract?
Pearl: Pierce, like I said… later. I can’t say anything now. Later. Just… trust me.
Tim Martin vs Butterfly Hamada
STIPULATION: SINGLES
REFEREE: SELENA SUMNER
AUTHOR: TASO
The explosive rock beat to the start of Foo Fighters’ "Times Like These" causes everyone to jump to their feet as Butterfly Hamada bursts out from curtain and heads toward the ring.
The energetic young girl wears white trunks and a white top with the same color boots and knee pads, all trimmed with royal blue. Sequins of silver create patterns of flowers on her gear, and a great big butterfly in dark blue and aqua jewels rests on her blouse. Down her left shoulder is a full sleeve tattoo from traditional Edo-style Japanese era. On the back of her neck is a tattoo of a small tiger’s eye.
She slaps hands as she heads to the ring, but her attention is focused on the contest at hand. She climbs the steel steps up to the apron quickly, slightly bowing before entering the ring. She exudes seriousness, and a traditional attitude with a healthy respect for her sport, as she wipes her feet on the apron before entering the ring.
James Brunt: The following is a singles match. Introducing first, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 160 pounds... MEGUMI "BUTTERFLY" HAMADA!
Butterfly walks to the center of the ring and strikes a taunting pose as she flexes her biceps. Blue and white Japanese-style streamers drape over her as they are thrown in from the crowd.
Truth Waters: Traditional Japanese style of throwing the ribbons… you bet Hamada is ready for this match. The Furious Fists have been after her for the past two weeks, insulting her, insulting her race, her sex, everything!
George Cassidy: I am insulted, good sir, by the very presence of this “Butterfly” person in the ring. I have made myself VERY clear over the past few weeks that she does not deserve to be in an AWC ring!
HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH!
George Cassidy: HALLELUJAH! Yeah-yes! I feel the power, LORD-AH!
HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH!
James Brunt: And her opponent, weighing in at 301 pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, being accompanied to the ring by Liam Martin, his partner in The Furious Fists of God… TIM MAAAAAAAAAAAAAARTIN!
George Cassidy: Yeah! Tim Martin! Now there is a wrestler. Look at this man. Six feet plus, three hundred pounds, what a man! A man of God, too!
Truth Waters: Butterfly Hamada with the lucha style hybridized with shoot, and then you have Tim Martin who is basically a big-man brawler. It's a clash of styles that can bring out some great matches or some serious duds.
George Cassidy: Butterfly Hamada is a DISGRACE! I said it last week, I said it the week before!
Truth Waters: You really seem to hate her.
George Cassidy: You're stating the obvious, jerk-face.
Truth Waters: Tim has his brother Liam in his corner and that could become an advantage, right? I'm not that naive.
George Cassidy: Shut up!
Truth Waters: There goes the bell and the match is on, and this crowd seems interested here on what is going to happen tonight! Hamada circles around and Tim tries to close off the gap. Duck under goes Hamada, throws a kick and misses. They circle around again.
George Cassidy: She's scared!
Truth Waters: She has to be very wary. Tim Martin outweighs her by over one hundred pounds! Her game plan has to have pin-point accuracy or else she’s easy prey. Tim moves in and Hamada again ducks under an throws a kick and connects to the thigh.
George Cassidy: Tim is going to kill her. He scares me.
Truth Waters: Hamada to the ropes... running knee! PUSHED! Tim Martin just pushed Hamada to the mat with his strength! He tries to grab her but she slides to the corner, up and elbow! Back elbow! Back elbow! Second turnbuckle, springboard back elbow smash! Hamada knocks down Tim Martin! How about that?
Hamada now to the ropes, front kick to the chest of Tim Martin.
George Cassidy: No sell!
Truth Waters: Martin lunges at her... hurricanrana! She caught him with the leg scissors and then drove his head into the mat! Used his momentum against him!
Hamada jumps to her feet and encourages the fans to cheer. Martin slams a fist to the mat and then suddenly slides out backwards from the ring.
Truth Waters: Liam pulls Tim out of there!
George Cassidy: Whoa! Tim looks very angry.
Truth Waters: Everyone thinks Liam is the crazy one, but he's smarter then all of us put together. He pulled Tim out of there to try and tell his brother to re-group and relax.
George Cassidy: Tim looks pissed off, no doubt about it as he complains to the referee from the floor, but the ref doesn't want to hear it and he starts the ten count. Hamada is on the top rope.... hey! Look out!
Truth Waters: She flies with a body press... WHOA! Both Martin's grab her! Caught like a slab of beef in a meat market! The referee is yelling at Liam to get out of there... hands off to Tim Martin, BAM! Into the ring post on the outside!
George Cassidy: What a miscalculation by Hamada! Typical!
Truth Waters: Tim quickly throws Butterfly into the ring and slides in after her. Irish whip... BIG BOOT! She wobbles to her feet... EAGLE'S Claw! Spinebuster chokeslam hybrid.... and a cover by Tim Martin!
ONE!
TWO!
Truth Waters: NO! Tim Martin PICKED Hamada off the mat! What a sign of disrespect!
George Cassidy: He wants to punish her. He wants her to die for her sins, or something. Maybe not die, but hurt a whole lot.
Truth Waters: Tim is choking Butterfly Hamada! Blatant choke by Tim and the ref counts. Tim breaks at four and now wants to argue with the ref... hey! He's got his foot across her throat! The ref can't see it, Tim is blocking his view! Now he sees it! OH! MAN! Kick to the head by Tim Martin! What a dastardly human being!
George Cassidy: He's setting her up for the ultimate disrespect! He has to break her! These Furious Fists of God are so damn unrelenting!
Truth Waters: They are nuts is what they really are. Tim Martin picks up a dazed Butterfly and whips her to the ropes... duck under the clothesline by Hamada and to the other side... SPINEBUSTER INTO A STUNNER!
George Cassidy: He calls that the White Light of God!
Truth Waters: He covers her!
ONE!
TWO!
Truth Waters: Hamada kicks out! Wow! And now she GETS UP! Look at her! She is channeling her strong style spirit!
Butterfly Hamada: @#! $%#@&! %$#@! $%#! @#$^&*! &^%$# @#$ @$#$%^&*! (translated from Japanese)
Truth Waters: She just yelled out something in Japanese! Snap kick! Elbow! Snap kick! Snap kick! Flying round house kick! And Tim Martin has wobbly legs!
George Cassidy: He can take anything she can dish out!
Truth Waters: To the ropes... dropkick! Tim Martin stumbles back into the ropes and leans heavy! Liam Martin is climbing the apron... Hamada gives HIM a dropkick to send him to the floor! Hamada back to the ropes again but Tim Martin is charging from behind... SPRINGBOARD SOMMERSAULT DROPKICK! What a move!
George Cassidy: He won't stay down long!
Truth Waters: Hamada to the ropes... ROLLING KOPPOU KICK RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! She caught him square on the noggin'! Tim Martin is dazed and he is on one knee... TWIN KILLING!
George Cassidy: I don't believe it!
Truth Waters: She hit the double back brain kick... and now Hamada is going to the top rope!
George Cassidy: Is she gonna go for something flippy!
Truth Waters: I think it's called the Arco Celestial! And she is on the top rope... and Tim Martin gets to his feet... he leaps and hits the top rope and Hamada is crotched on the top turnbuckle!
George Cassidy: What a smart move by Tim Martin!
Truth Waters: He runs over and grabs her... climbs up... superplex! The cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Truth Waters: Hamada kicks out, Cassidy! And the fans are into this match! They can’t believe Hamada kicked out after that!
George Cassidy: The superplex was just the beginning. OVERHEAD FACE FIRST POWERBOMB! Tim Martin calls that The Confessional!
Truth Waters: Nasty powerbomb variation!
George Cassidy: EAGLE SPLASH! PRAISE THE WHITE GOD! He’s going to the top!
Truth Waters: He's going for the Eagle Splash! Three hundred plus pounds coming crashing down on top of you! He's up on the top rope! Hamada hasn't moved... EAGLE SPLASH!
George Cassidy: He landed on her back and probably broke her freaking spine! He turns her over and covers...
ONE!
TWO!
Truth Waters: Shoulder up!
George Cassidy: FEEL THE WHITE LORD’S POWER! Um, no! Dammit!
Truth Waters: I can’t believe she kicked out of that move! The Eagle Splash, over three hundred pounds… and she kicked out! The fans are cheering for her , they are all behind her. Tim Martin trying to call down the power of the "White Lord" as he likes to call it, and now he is.... JESUS! He is pulling on Hamada's ear! Talk about a submission move! He might rip it right off the side of her head!
George Cassidy: The ref is counting, he has to break the hold. But boy! I wish he would maim her so I don't have to call any more of her matches.
Truth Waters: Martin now kicks Hamada in the head, now drapes her neck over the bottom rope... and he is stepping on it! More disrespect! And more illegal tactics!
George Cassidy: The ref asked him to break and he did.
Truth Waters: Tim is arguing the point now and pulls the ref to the side... AND LIAM MARTIN IS CHOKING BUTTERFLY HAMADA ON THE ROPES! Nice going, men of the cloth! These guys give Catholic priests a GOOD name!
George Cassidy: The brothers work their Godly ways like a team!
Truth Waters: Tim now back on the prowl as he grabs Hamada by the hair. Back waist lock... lifts her up... 6 Feet Under! Lifting her straight into the air, still in the air in front of Tim he grabs the shoulders and slams her straight into the ground right onto her tailbone and buttocks! That had to have jarred her spine, Cassidy!
George Cassidy: Innovative maneuver by Tim Martin! The Furious Fists of God are going to teach this heathen bitch a lesson here! It's all but good and over, Truth!
Truth Waters: Martin now picks her up... standing head scissors... goes for a powerbomb-- NO! He grabs her legs... pulls back... VICE CRAB! THE VICE CRAB! Tim Martin is famous for this move! He has on a floating Boston Crab! He might make her give up!
George Cassidy: And he might make her give him a blow job! Look at that! That is kinky!
Truth Waters: That kinda talk isn't necessary! This is a serious submission maneuver! And Hamada is in big trouble! She is trying to get free! She can't reach the ropes.... she wiggles her head free! Head and neck scissors... INTO A SWINGING TORNADO DDT!
George Cassidy: She’s going for the pin! Not gonna happen!
ONE!
TWO!
George Cassidy: Tim powers out! I don’t think Hamada has anything left in the tank, Waters.
Hamada gets to her feet before Martin. She times him as he gets to one knee, then she heads for the ropes. Before she can react though, Tim is up and he sticks a big boot out. Hamada’s face slams right into it.
Truth Waters: Big boot and Hamada is laid out! Tim Martin in the mount position… AND HE IS LAYING IT ON THICK! He is hammering her with closed fists here! The referee is all over it, the fans are booing, but Tim isn’t stopping!
The ref counts to four and Tim stops beating Hamada’s head in. He then gets to his feet, puts a huge foot on her head, and starts to crush her cranium under his three hundred pound girth.
Truth Waters: This is sick! He’s stepping on her like a cockroach! Finally, he stops, but he thinks this is all a big joke! The fans sure don’t think so. Martin picks Hamada up off the mat now… BODY SLAM to the canvas… and now he is heading back to the top rope! Eagle Splash again?
George Cassidy: He is signaling that it is over right here and now… look out below! TOP ROPE DOUBLE LEG STOMP RIGHT TO THE MIDSECTION!
Truth Waters: MERCIFUL MOTHER OF GOD! Three hundred pounds right into the stomach of Butterfly Hamada! I am sorry, ladies and gentlemen viewing this at home, for the actions of this monster in the ring and his brother. They are terrible human beings who like to hurt other people. They are a disgrace.
George Cassidy: They are the #1 contenders to the Alliance titles, dumbass! Remember that when you talk about The Furious Fists!
Truth Waters: Tim Martin is now signaling for it… the big finisher! He is going for The Lord’s Wish! That is the most devastating neck breaker in the history of the game! Your head falls a good ten feet before it snaps on the back of Tim Martin’s shoulder! It is not pretty and I feel bad for this young girl right now.
George Cassidy: Martin with a kick to the gut! She’s up high…
Truth Waters: She’s wiggling… she’s fighting it… HAMADA GETS FREE AND SHE DROPS TO HER FEET BEHIND TIM MARTIN! Elbow! Elbow! Elbow by Hamada… NO EFFECT! Tim grabs her and whips her into the corner… here he comes… big boot… HAMADA ROLLS OUT OF THE CORNER! OH MY!
George Cassidy: ARGH! The White Lord’s testicles got crushed on the top turnbuckle!
Truth Waters: This six foot six monster missed with the boot and got hung up on the turnbuckle and crotched himself! He gingerly lifts his leg over and back into the ring but he is holding onto his twig and berries.
George Cassidy: He just bruised his meat and two vegg!
Truth Waters: Hamada with a kick to the gut… PEDIGREE! Oh man! She hit the Pedigree on the big man! Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
George Cassidy: Kick out by the big man! He’s not losing this match. In fact, he is taking a breather outside the ring.
Truth Waters: Tim and Liam are now discussing things near the fence where the fans are yelling at them. LOOK! Liam is showing Tim… THE BRASS KNUX! The knux they used on Hamada two weeks ago!
George Cassidy: I don’t see anything.
Truth Waters: Liam has them and now his brother is shaking his head. They have a plan to use those knux!
George Cassidy: What knux? What? Who?
Truth Waters: Liam Martin has a chair now… and the ref is yelling at him to put it down. Butterfly is yelling at Liam too. She is cursing him out in Japanese again! This girl has a potty mouth.
George Cassidy: She should be dq’ed just for being Asian!
Truth Waters: And on the outside Liam Martin is pissed off and he is yelling at the referee and Hamada! And he is still waving that chair around!
George Cassidy: He has every right to be! The hair pulling, the tights, the rake of the eyes… despicable!
Truth Waters: That’s preposterous! Liam is just being a massive wad… AND NOW HE THROWS A CHAIR INTO THE RING!
George Cassidy: He sure is mad… BUT LOOK! Tim snuck in behind Hamada and he grabs her from behind! He has her arms locked in!
Truth Waters: And the referee is too busy getting that chair out of there…. LIAM IS ON THE APRON! LIAM IS ON THE APRON WITH THE BRASS KNUCKLES AND TIM HAS HAMADA !
George Cassidy: Hit her! HIT HER!
Truth Waters: The ref doesn’t see what’s going on, that blind bastard! Liam with the knux… HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP! Hamada ducked and Liam punched his brother in the face with the brass knux!!!
George Cassidy: BLAAAAH! What!?
Truth Waters: DOUBLE KILLING ON TIM MARTIN! That was the set-up… now she goes to the top rope… Liam is going bananas out on the floor… ARCO CELESTIAL! The cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Truth Waters: Butterfly Hamada wins the match because of those brass knuckles! Liam punched his brother Tim and now the roof has blown off the place!
James Brunt: The winner... BUTTERFLY HAMADA!
Aftermath
FEATURING: BUTTERFLY HAMADA, THE FURIOUS FISTS OF GOD, THE GREEN GRAPPLER
AUTHOR: TASO
Truth Waters: Incredible win by Hamada here as… JEEZY CREEZY!!! Liam just decked Hamada… TO THE GATES! TO THE GATES! He just hit his finisher on Hamada and the pit bulls are loose again! The Furious Fists are at it again, beating on Hamada!
George Cassidy: Yeah! Yeah! Cash in your chips, bitch! Time to cross over to the other side!
Truth Waters: Liam Martin now on the attack, choking Hamada in the corner… and he is barking out orders to his brother Tim! The Fists have a plan… A TABLE! A TABLE! Tim sets up a table on the outside! Butterfly Hamada is going to go through a table to the floor! What do they wanna do, paralyze this poor girl!?
George Cassidy: Send her to her eternal rest!
Truth Waters: Tim is pulling something out of his vest pocket… he’s got lighter fluid! LIGHTER FLUID!? Oh no! They are going to set the table on fire!
Tim sprays ample and ample amounts of lighter fluid onto the table on the outside as his brother beats up Hamada inside the ring. Tim comes through the ropes onto the apron with Hamada in his grasp. Tim whips out a lighter.
Truth Waters: HE SET THE TABLE ON FIRE!
George Cassidy: Liam has Hamada on the apron and he is going to power bomb her through that flaming table… SHE GOES UP…
Truth Waters: LOOK OUT!
CRASH!!!
Truth Waters: HAMADA REVERSED IT AN LIAM MARTIN GOES THROUGH THE TABLE!!! LIAM MARTIN IS ON FIRE! LIAM MARTIN IS ON FIRE!!! GET A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!
Tim Martin grabs a fire extinguisher from under the ring and blasts his brother with it until the flames go out. Then, he rushes over to where a dizzy Hamada is trying to walk away and slams her in the face with the steel tank.
Truth Waters: This has to stop! Hamada just took a face full of metal! Liam Martin is a smoking pile of human flesh on the ground! And now Tim is dragging Hamada into the ring! He is dragging that burned husk of a table into the ring! WHAT is he thinking of doing?
George Cassidy: He has a mic! He is going to lay some gospel down on this heathen bitch NOW!
Tim has a bloody Hamada at his feet, leaning on his knees. He has a mic in hand and a face the color purple, he is so steamed and angry. Behind him, the smoking, burned, and destroyed table, mangled with broken splinters and shards of wood sticking up out of it like spikes in a trap.
Tim Martin: You need to FINALLY learn your place, little girl! The Lord…. He will give me the power… to EXTINGUISH your light…. forever!
Truth Waters: He’s going to kill her if he slams her onto that splintered table! Are these men so SICK, so BLINDED, that they will MAIM a woman for their beliefs!?
George Cassidy: Holy crud! I can’t even watch myself!
Martin slaps a hand around Hamada’s throat for a big choke slam when someone’s music hits.
George Cassidy: Dammit! No interruptions!
Truth Waters: It’s The Green Grappler… AND HE HAS A BAZOOKA!
Out comes the Grappler, bandages under his face mask and a green and white bazooka in his hands. He hoists it up on his shoulders and BABOOM!
Green flame and fire streak up from the ramp way to the lighting grid above the ring. Explosions galore of green and white and blue fireworks! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Truth Waters: The roof is erupting!
BOOM! KAPOW! BABOOM! More explosions of green and white explode over the ring, and smoke fills the arena in a wild fiery display. Tim Martin slides out of the ring as The Green Grappler rushes in and helps Hamada to her feet. A shower of green sparks plummets from above down upon the two wrestlers in the ring as The Furious Fists yell and scream from the ramp.
Truth Waters: The Green Grappler and his bazooka to the rescue! The Furious Fists have been turned away tonight! Butterfly Hamada is victorious! And this feud has just flickered from a fire to a burning INFERNO!
George Cassidy: It’s not over! It’s not over by a long shot! The Furious Fists are going to get their revenge and Butterfly Hamada and The Green Gonad will PAY FOR THEIR SINS!
Threesomes Just Don't Work
FEATURING: JESSICA O'GRADY, JACK MURPHY, SASHA VOLKYEVA, DAVID "PEARL" HARBER
AUTHOR: FERGUS
POP!
The rush of champagne flows freely from the elongated bottle it once held itself in. The holder, Jessica O'Grady, is drenched in various amounts of the liquid, some of it falling on her face and lips while the majority of it hits her chest and hands. The fact she's wearing a pretty thin white blouse doesn't help the lovely image presented here and Jack Murphy who is also present in the room is quite clearly aware of this fact. His eyes bulge slightly before he masks his notions as she turns to look at him.
Jessica O'Grady: I wasn't supposed to point it that way was I?
Jack Murphy: Not really... (laughs)
She smiles sheepishly and puts the bottle down, getting two glasses from the table beside them. Pushing one into his hands, she lingers with her hand for far too long and Murphy looks horribly uncomfortable. He takes the champagne with a cracking smile, trying to focus on something, anything but the hand by his wrist. Eventually, she takes it away to fill her own glass. Finishing she holds up the glass. It's clear from the manner of speech and the slight swaying as she says everything, that is pretty drunk.
Jessica O'Grady: To the man who has made this all possible, the man who is soon to become the top earning superstar on the AWC roster, the only man who will be able to change this federation for the better...and the only sexy wrestler on the roster...
Murphy shifts about the room, very anxious about Jessica's comments. Thankfully for him he's saved by a voice.
Voice: That can't be Jack then can it?
In from the door walks the Entertainment Co-Manager Sasha Volkyeva. Dressed as usual, she seems to be in a happy mood. Murphy too is lightened by the change of pace and relishes the fact that she has returned. Jessica seems considerably darkened on the other hand and finishes the toast regrettably.
Jessica O'Grady: (grumbling) To Jack.
Jack Murphy: Sasha, how are you? Would you like a drink?
Sasha Volkyeva: That would be nice. Congratulations Jack.
Strangely she opens her arms and receives a hug from the Bull, much unlike her usual demeanour. This is immediately noticeable once both parties realise that where they are, they are being followed by the usual assortment of cameras. Quickly they pull away, fixing something about their attire. Jessica looks positively furious at this and drinks from the bottle in the corner of the screen, completely ignored by the other two.
Jack Murphy: It's good to have you here. What do I owe the honour of this meeting?
Sasha Volkyeva: Well, it is concerning your new contract and its underlying opportunities.
Jack Murphy: Opportunities?
Sasha Volkyeva: Actually they are more inclined towards the business side of things, opportunities I think Ms O'Grady will be happy to hear.
Jessica O'Grady: Oh will I?
Jessica sways over to the two of them from the corner. In the intervening conversation, Jessica had spent it drinking from the champagne bottle whole, not worrying one bit about the consequences. It's showing now anyway, looks like she's not one for the drink.
Sasha Volkyeva: Yes, there are many sponsors and promotional companies who are already looking for the new signee to sign on their own dotted line for big lucrative contracts. Of course, they are on the table for negotiation. Negotiation which would need your expertise.
Jessica O'Grady: Really?
Sasha Volkyeva: Really. In fact, they're waiting right now if you want to speak with them.
Her eyes suddenly brighten, the prospect of following up on the deal with yet more opportunities for her client Mr Murphy and without any hesitation she straightens herself up, pulling at her hair and pushing her dress down to make it look more respectable. In moments she is ready, much to the other two's surprise.
Jessica O'Grady: Where are they?
Sasha Volkyeva: Just down the hall, to the left and right by the kitchens, in the dining room ok?
Jessica O'Grady: Alright, I'm on my way! (points finger up in the air with a cry)
Jack Murphy: You don't need me right? You can do it on your own?
Jessica O'Grady: Of course, they already know what you're like, they've got to get to know ME now!
Without another word, Jessica stomps out of the office, loudly as possible and making an absolute mess of opening the door. Eventually, after unlocking the latch on the door, she storms out, spinning around the corner to a bit of clatter. Jack and Sasha look at the door.
Jack Murphy: I'll just have a peep out the door.
With a brisk pace, Jack reaches the door and peers round it.
Jessica O'Grady: (shouting offscreen) I'm FINE! Don't worry about me.
Jack Murphy: If you say so.
Turning, Jack heads back towards Sasha who's waiting patiently on the desk in the room. With a smile, he sits down beside her.
Jack Murphy: So... was that really the reason you came?
Sasha Volkyeva: But of course, I had business to take care of... it was merely part of the equation.
Jack Murphy: Oh?
Sasha Volkyeva: Oh.
She looks behind her and we see that the desk has been totally cleared of all the stationery and supplies that once littered it. Murphy looks at her with a wicked smile.
Jack Murphy: Oh...
Sitting up straight Sasha does something that is completely cloaked by Murphy. His head is beginning to lower when we hear a loud knock on the door.
Jack Murphy: Go away!
With a slight flash you can see a small bit more flesh than originally Sasha intended and she covers it with her hand. Murphy is pissed as the man that walks in was definitely not what he was looking for right now.
Pearl: I was wondering where you were Sasha, I figured it'd be here that I'd find you. Attending to our new highest paid earner?
Sasha Volkyeva: (coldly) But of course.
Pearl: Hmmph. Anyway, I'm not here to talk to you, I'm here to talk to our project, Mr Murphy.
Jack Murphy: Project? What the hell are you talking about?
Pearl: Well, with such an investment you have to return on that investment for the company, but we'll return to that at a later time. What I need now is to cash in my favour.
Jack Murphy: What... oh that favour. What do you want?
Pearl: It's a simple task really, nothing too strenuous. All I want you to do is to tail Mr O'Shea for me. He's been talking to my sister an awful lot lately and I'm a bit concerned that... your people might taint my bloodline so to speak. Even being around is enough. So I just want you to keep an eye on them, got it?
Jack Murphy: This is what you want me to do? You want me to keep an eye on them and that is the favour, no funny business?
Pearl: No funny business, you have my word on that.
Jack Murphy: That's what's bothering me about it.
Pearl: Do you want that contract?
The Bull is about to answer when he gets a slight tug from Sasha and looks at him sternly. The wind comes out of his mouth quickly and he sighs heavily.
Jack Murphy: Yes.
Pearl: Well then, I expect you to get on your way right now. Go.
Sasha Volkyeva: Jack is not finished here with me, he may start soon.
Pearl: (firmly) Now or the deal is off.
Sasha Volkyeva: (coldly) FINE.
To that Volkyeva strides out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Pearl chuckles with a bit of smile, trying to joke with Murphy.
Pearl: Women eh? Can't live with them...
Jack Murphy: Whatever. Go learn a new U2 song.
And thus, the Bull exits the room, leaving Harber all on his own, smiling to himself as the scene closes.
Aspirations
FEATURING: CHARLES KENSRUE
AUTHOR: TRENT GILL
The Hinkle Fieldhouse is buzzing in anticipation for the next sequence of Fresh!. The arena’s overcasting lights suddenly reduce to a mere glow, and after a rise of concern from the AWC fan’s, there is an eerie silence.
George Cassidy: Okay, seriously. Does every wrestler need to kill the lights in their entrance?
Truth Waters: It’s not uncommon. But that sound sure is...
George Cassidy: What is that?
Sure enough, a distinct jingle echoes throughout the arena. It sounds like something out of a music box, characterized by a melody that was strangely cool and mysterious. It goes on for about fifteen seconds, complimented by period of bewilderment over the onlookers experiencing this odd event. As the last note of the jingle dies, the opening chords of “Music Box” by Thrice explode into the arena, in collaboration with the lights flickering to life. Also, a figure emerges from behind the curtains as the song trudges forward into the opening verse, where the melody slows down. The man stops in the middle of the stage for the effect. His attire is normal, consisting of jeans and a t-shirt. The camera zooms in on him, revealing the same face that Pearl had been commuting with before the show. His straight hair, combed to cover a quarter of his face, long enough to reach his chin. The cold, dark eyes that compliment an expressionless face. Behind him, the screen flickers to life, revealing a name in big, white, stationary letters.
Charles Kensrue.
Charles walks slowly to the ring as the fans remain almost silent. He climbs the steps ascending to the ring, steps between the ropes, and settles in the middle of the ring. The music cuts out, and he is given a microphone. Everybody anticipates what he wants to say.
Truth Waters: Well, let’s see what the alleged former CIA agent has to say...
George Cassidy: Judging by his theme song, he’s as likely to have worked in a Japanese gift shop as the CIA.
Charles brings the microphone to his lips, but hesitates. His mouth opens to say something, but it looks like he can’t find the words. He shakes his head and drops the mic, then motions to leave the ring and the crowd responds with boos. In turn, AWC’s Entertainment Co-Manager pops up on the big screen.
Pearl: What do you think you’re doing? You’re not leaving that ring without addressing my company’s fans! This is AWC, I have other wrestlers waiting to break onto the roster that would kill for the spot.
Truth Waters: Well, I don’t know about kill, but they certainly would like to be in AWC.
George Cassidy: Y’know, Face-Eater is right. It’s guys like this fool who are making quality superstars a dying breed.
The screen goes blank, and Kensrue confidently goes back to the middle of the ring and picks up the microphone he just dropped.
Charles Kensrue: I don’t normally talk unless talking needs to be done... although that seems to apply in this case, I’m not convinced that I have much to say here. I’m grateful for this opportunity in AWC, just like everyone else, but don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m similar to the rest of the roster, because I am most certainly not. My choice to come to this Club was simply that - a choice. This promotion is very promising and full of potential superstars, and it would be very unintelligible of me to pass up a chance to make wavelengths, when AWC is almost pleading for main event talent to step up in the absence of Pierce Lavelle. Am I saying I promise to do this? Of course not, but I certainly have the capability.
Charles pauses, and almost waits for a response from the crowd. The crowd doesn’t seem very pleased; any mention of their banned hero seems to strike the wrong nerve these days.
George Cassidy: Who does this guy think he is? The next Purse Lavelle? You’ve got to be joking!
Truth Waters: Actually, I think he said he has the ability to reach that height. New talent can have aspirations too, Cassidy.
Kensrue raises the mic back to his lips.
Charles Kensrue: My name is Charles Kensrue. Remember it.
He drops the microphone and motions to leave as “Music Box” by Thrice erupts over the speakers again, this time without the opening jingle.
George Cassidy: Well, that was a load of crap.
Truth Waters: Let’s hope that he’s full of something other than that...
Paddy O'Shea vs Patrick Mapleleaf
STIPULATION: "2PAT" SINGLES
REFEREE: JOSEPH REID
AUTHOR: JEREMY J.
Truth Waters: What up, y’all? We are back for some more action! Coming up in a few minutes, we got ourselves a “2Pat” Match, pitting Patrick O’Shea – known as Paddy to his friends, and just about everyone else – against Patrick Mapleleaf, perhaps one of the greatest Canadian technical wrestlers. Almost up there with the likes of the legendary Bret “the Hit Man” Hart.
George Cassidy: You damn skippy, hippy! Patrick Mapleleaf is the best damn technical wrestler ever seen in AWC or anywhere else!
Truth Waters: You say “You damn skippy, hippy” one more time, I’m gonna knock you the fuck out!
George Cassidy: (meekly) Yes sir.
Truth Waters: Let’s not waste any more time. Let’s get down to the ring and watch some more action!
Cameras zoom into the ring to see a slightly overheard young man wearing a black screen T-shirt, a pair of black sweatpants and a pair of black shoes. He’s trembling with exciting, eyes darting everywhere. It appears he’s about to lose his bladder, sphincter or both. He raises the mike up and starts talking into it.
Jeremy J.: Hello, everyone, and welcome to the fold!
George Cassidy: Oh, what the hell? What is he doing in the middle of the ring?
Truth Waters: It appears that our Number One Hyperactive Knuckleheaded Something-Or-Another, Jeremy J., wants to have a little fun in the ring, bless his little heart.
George Cassidy: Ain’t nothin’ little about his kid. He has to weigh 400 pounds!
Truth Waters slaps George Cassidy in the back of his head. Cassidy’s face slams against the commentary table, followed by loud yelping noises.
George Cassidy: The fuck was that for?
Truth Waters: Keep your damn mouth shut, crackah!
George Cassidy: Yessir...
Meanwhile, back in the ring, Jeremy J. is still in the ring, mike still in hand, looking out into the crowd. He raises the mike back to his lips again.
Jeremy J.: The following contest is scheduled for one f---
Ring announcer James Brunt enters the ring, stopping Jeremy J. from doing the announcing. Brunt calmly tells Jeremy J. to evacuate the ring and never to come back. Jeremy J. is broken-hearted by this, leaving the ring, running up the ramp crying.
George Cassidy: Look at that retard running away, crying!
Truth Waters: DO YOU WANT ANOTHER BITCH SLAP, BITCH?!
George Cassidy: (scared) No, sir!
Truth Waters: Good. Shut up.
George Cassidy: (defeated) Yes, sir.
We go back to the ring with the real AWC ring announcer, James Brunt.
James Brunt: My apologies for that, ladies and gentlemen. Anyway, let’s get down to business. The following is a “2Pat” singles match...
The call of the uilean pipes booms from the speakers and fills the arena in a short solo of beautiful intent. As the crowd look on in awe, the video screen slowly fades from black into the flag of Ireland - the green, white and gold of the tri-color, rippling in the wind.
The spotlights suddenly pan down to the entrance, just as the ulnae pipes are replaced by “Raggle Taggle Gypsy” by Christy Moore. The roar of an engine is heard, just before a mobile home emerges, being driven by Paddy O'Shea, who has a somewhat unnerving smile affixed to his weather-torn face. O’Shea drives the mobile home down the gantry and parks it by the ring before hopping out to a cheer of admiration.
James Brunt: First, from Galway, Ireland. Weighing 180 pounds, he is the Unrepentant Fenian Bastard... PADDY O’SHEA!
O’Shea raises his arms in triumph and plays to the crowd until his music cuts out.
Truth Waters: Paddy O’Shea’s got some wheels, yo! Look at him ride in style! You can go ahead and make any comment whatsoever, Cassidy.
George Cassidy: I’ll keep them to myself, thank you.
James Brunt: And his opponent...
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.
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.
James Brunt: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing 254 pounds, he is the self-proclaimed greatest technical wrestler alive... PATRICK MAPLELEAF!
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: My boy, Patrick Mapleleaf, is looking good as usual. There’s no way Paddy O’Shea is gonna beat the greatest technical wrester alive! Paddy’s girlfriend let him for Mike Wade and he has a bad lower back!
Truth Waters: I dunno about that, Cass. The fire in the man’s eyes says otherwise.
Before referee Joseph Reid can call for the bell, Paddy O’Shea makes a beeline for Patrick Mapleleaf, tackling him to the mat, throwing lefts and rights about the head and face of the Canadian superstar. Mapleleaf manages to push his smaller, Irish opponent off, but the Irishman is relentless, throwing himself back on Mapleleaf, throwing more punches in his opponent’s face. Mapleleaf throws the Unrepentant Fenian Bastard off again, this time, getting to a vertical base in the process. The Man from the Caravan attempts to throw himself at the Canadian superstar again, but Mapleleaf levels O’Shea hard with a Clothesline. Mapleleaf grabs a handful of hair, picking up O’Shea, whipping him into the ropes and catches him with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker, targeting that injured lower back of Paddy’s. Mapleleaf turns O’Shea onto his front, sits on his lower back and throws massive cross-face shots in the face. Repeated cross-faces over and over again, fueling up on the fans’ hatred. Rather can doing a five count, referee Joseph Reid breaks up the malicious onslaught, giving him a warning.
Truth Waters: Well, Paddy O’Shea’s mean streak was cut tragically short, now Patrick Mapleleaf has taken over, working on O’Shea’s back and humiliating O’Shea in front of all these fans.
George Cassidy: Work on Paddy, Patrick! You da man! (waving a little Canadian flag)
Patrick Mapleleaf, the self-proclaimed Greatest Technical Wrestler Alive, picks up Paddy O’Shea in what appears to be a Side Slam. Instead, Mapleleaf lifts O’Shea’s puny 180-pound body up higher, throwing O’Shea’s lower back across Mapleleaf’s knee with a Pendulum Backbreaker. Without letting go, Mapleleaf bends O’Shea backwards, inducing more pain on O’Shea’s back. O’Shea is screaming in pain, and apparently swearing in Gaelic. After bending O’Shea backward for what could have been a decade, Mapleleaf lets the Irishman go, then kicks at him with his wrestling boot. O’Shea is holding his lower back, writhing on the mat, trying to swat Mapleleaf’s boot away. Mapleleaf is chuckling at his helpless opponent, then grabs a handful of his unkempt hair and places him onto his feet. Out of nowhere, O’Shea throws a heavy right hand into Mapleleaf’s breadbasket, then a hard left hoof into the side of the Canadian superstar’s head. The Irishman keeps Mapleleaf’s balance then goes to work, throwing a right hand in Mapleleaf’s face, a left hand in Mapleleaf’s midsection, a one-two combo in the kidney area, and finally, a hard haymaker right in the jaw, sending Mapleleaf to the mat. The fans are on their feet, chanting Paddy’s name.
”PAD-DY! PAD-DY! PAD-DY! PAD-DY!”
Truth Waters: Paddy O’Shea is muh boy, yo! He’s throwin’ down like a World Heavyweight champion in boxing!
George Cassidy: I suppose. Paddy O’Shea did have a bare-knuckle boxing background for a few years.
Paddy O’Shea picks up Patrick Mapleleaf, whipping him into the ropes and catches Mapleleaf with the Paddy-Go-Round, a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker of his own. The Irishman hurts himself in the process and goes for the first pin fall of the match...
ONE!
TWO!
THR---
No! Kick-out by Patrick Mapleleaf! Paddy O’Shea gets to a vertical base, throwing the Greatest Technical Wrestler Alive into the ropes with an Irish Whip. The Man from the Caravan attempts a Lou Thesz Press, but Mapleleaf catches O’Shea in the air and slams him down with a Spine Buster.
George Cassidy: Hard Spine Buster by Patrick Mapleleaf! What an impressive move!
Truth Waters: Impressive move, indeed.
Patrick Mapleleaf goes for the lateral press, hooking the inside leg...
ONE!
TWO!
Kick-out by Paddy O’Shea. Patrick Mapleleaf gets to his feet, picking up Paddy O’Shea in the process. He whips O’Shea into the ropes with a Canadian Whip, catching O’Shea off the ropes with a massive Canadian Drop. (Samoan Drop. Get it?) Mapleleaf gets to a vertical base, picking up O’Shea by his unkempt hair. Mapleleaf lifts his smaller Irish opponent into the air with an Inverted Atomic Drop, then goes for a stiff Clothesline. Before O’Shea can fall to the mat, Mapleleaf grabs one of O’Shea’s arms, setting him back on his feet, wraps his arms around O’Shea’s waist, pops his hips and throws O’Shea over his head with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Patrick kips up, showboating in front of the fans, who precede to boo him.
George Cassidy: What uncanny chain wrestling by Patrick Mapleleaf, the greatest technical wrestler alive!
Truth Waters: C’mon, Paddy! Get yo’ ass up and kick Patrick’s punk Canadian ass!
Patrick Mapleleaf saunter over to his hurting opponent, about to pick him up. Before he can get his hands on Paddy O’Shea, Paddy grabs the front of Patrick’s tights, pulls back as hard as he could and sends Patrick out onto the floor. The fans go nuts as a result. Paddy slowly rolls out of the ring, gingerly gets to his feet. He picks up Mapleleaf, attempts an Irish Whip into the steel post, but Mapleleaf reverses the whip, sending O’Shea face first into the steel ring post. Paddy’s forehead is busted wide open, bleeding profusely from the wound. He pulls himself up with the assistance of the steel ring steps, only to become more acquainted with them when Patrick slams Paddy’s face into the cold steel, leaving a smear of blood on the steps.
Truth Waters: Holy shit! Paddy O’Shea is bleeding like a stuck pig, and Patrick Mapleleaf is like a shark smelling blood!
George Cassidy: Welcome to Patrick Mapleleaf’s dark side! Kick his scrawny ass, Pat!
Patrick Mapleleaf removes the top of the steel ring steps and stands over the bloody Paddy O’Shea. Patrick raises the steps over his head, about to throw him onto O’Shea’s face. Before he can do such a horrible act, Paddy’s right leg goes up, kicking Patrick right in the jewels! Patrick shrieks in a soprano voice, dropping the steps. Paddy gets to his feet, getting Patrick into a Headlock and gives Patrick a Bulldog Headlock, right onto the base of the steps. This busts Patrick wide open, and he’s bleeding as bad as Paddy! Now the match is even in blood loss.
Paddy O’Shea throws Patrick Mapleleaf back into the ring. Paddy gets into the ring, grabbing a handful of hair, just like what Patrick has been doing to him throughout the match. Paddy kicks Patrick in the gut, setting his head in between the Irishman’s legs. He lifts him up for the Celtic Cross (Crucifix Power Bomb) but Paddy drops Patrick, unable to hold his weight with his bad back. Patrick turns around, wraps his hands around Paddy’s chin and falls backward, driving both knees into Paddy’s lower back! Paddy is wailing in pain, convulsing around on the mat. Patrick goes for the cover, hooking the inside leg...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! Truth Waters: Paddy O’Shea will not be denied!
George Cassidy: Dammit! That innovative backbreaker could not keep Paddy O’Shea down!
Truth Waters: YA DAMN SKIPPY HIPPY! Paddy O’Shea will not be beaten by such a weak move!
George Cassidy: Weak move? You’re out of your mind, Truth! That move is far from weak.
Truth Waters: Let’s try it on you to see if it’s weak or not.
George Cassidy: Let’s not and say we did.
Patrick Mapleleaf gets to his feet, and picks up his puny, Irish opponent. He kicks Paddy in the gut, lifting Paddy over his right shoulder with a Canadian Backbreaker, wrapping his arms around Paddy’s waist, and squeezing Paddy’s lower back. Paddy is screaming in pain, trying to separate Patrick’s hands to break the Canadian Backbreaker, but to no avail. He’s running out of energy and is ready to submit at any moment. Finally, after making Paddy suffer, he sits out, racking Paddy’s back across his shoulder with a Sit-Out Canadian Backbreaker. He goes for another cover...
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
NO! Paddy O’Shea barely gets the shoulder up!
Truth Waters: Paddy O’Shea gets the shoulder up after the Sit-Out Canadian Backbreaker! How much more can Paddy O’Shea take? His back has got to be killing him!
George Cassidy: Oh, it won’t be long until Patrick Mapleleaf makes Paddy O’Shea tap out like a little bitch.
Patrick Mapleleaf gets Paddy O’Shea to his feet, whipping him into the upper right-hand corner of the ring. He charges at Paddy, meeting a face full of boot by Paddy. Mapleleaf staggers backward, temporarily dazed. O’Shea charges at Mapleleaf, knocking the larger Canadian superstar down with a Spear!
George Cassidy: Whoa! Paddy Speared Patrick! What a Spear! That’s about the finest Spear I’ve ever seen!
Truth Waters: Okay, Cassidy, simmer down. It’s just a damn spear!
Paddy O’Shea gets to his feet, picking up his larger opponent, kicks him in the gut and does a grounded version of Top of the Morn! He goes for the cover...
ONE!
Truth Waters: TOP OF THE MORN!
George Cassidy: A miniature version, to be fair.
TWO!
THREE!
NO! Patrick Mapleleaf gets the shoulder up. Paddy O’Shea is beside himself! Paddy bounces off the ropes, charges at Patrick and kicks him right in the face as Patrick sits up. Paddy picks up Patrick, whipping him into the lower left-hand corner of the, setting him up for the real Top of the Morn. Paddy walks over to Patrick, setting him up on the middle turnbuckle, climbs to the top and uses the Top of the Morn to from the top rope! He goes for the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Referee Joseph Reid calls for the bell as “Raggle Taggle Gypsy” by Christy Moore starts to play. Before the referee could raise Paddy’s arm in victory, Paddy runs out of the ring and disappears into the back. Ring announcer James Brunt is ready to announce the winner.
James Brunt: The winner... PADDY O’SHEA!
Truth Waters: What a win for Paddy O’Shea, but it doesn’t matter to him. Losing his girlfriend to Mike Wade - then seeing Wade's ferocious attack on her - is still on his mind. Don’t go anywhere, folks, there is more Fresh! action coming up!
Don't Ask Don't Get II
FEATURING: RED ROCK, D'AVID, DAVID "PEARL" HARBER
AUTHOR: JOSH YOUNG
We now enter the backstage area where once again we see Red Rock nervously loitering outside someone else’s dressing room. Only this time it is not that of Adam Dick’s no Red Rock wouldn’t be so foolish to try more than once after the berating he received from Adam earlier. This time Red Rock is standing outside the office of David “Pearl” Harber. Once again Red Rock is joined by the ginger Dutch pervert D’avid who is giving him a few last words of wisdom.
D‘avid: Now go in there and put your wet in him!
Red Rock: I think if I tried to put my wet in Dave I’d get a bit fired… I think I’ll try a different angle.
Red Rock musters up a bit of courage and knocks lightly on Harber’s door so it is barely audible.
Red Rock: OH WELL I guess he’s not there…
D‘avid: That’s not how you knock!
Before Red Rock can do anything D’avid is already frantically pounding on Harber’s door whilst screaming at the top of his voice.
D‘avid: DAVE LET US IN DAVE! DAAAAAAAAVE HELLOOOO DAVE!
Red Rock: STOP IT D’AVID!
Then as expected Pearl’s door flies open with a grumpy looking David Harber standing face to face with D’avid’s awkward grin.
Pearl: What do you want? How did you get back here anyway?
Red Rock: He’s with me Dave… sorry he’s ginger he doesn’t know any better.
Pearl: Right. Is there something that I can help you with Red? Come in.
Red Rock follows Harber into his office and takes a seat behind a lovely looking desk.
Red Rock: Right… basically to cut a long story short… I’d quite like to be part of that match against Wade, Murphy and Nash… if it’s alright.
Pearl: The main event?
He sees Red Rock is serious.
Pearl: Well, I’d like to, Red, but it’s not really that simple.
Red Rock frowns, which creates a crease between his eyebrows.
Red Rock: Yeah… that’s what Adam Dick said but with more swears.
Harber raises an eyebrow at the mention of Adam Dick.
Red Rock: Yep… he said that I’d be too shit.
Pearl: Mmm… maybe on second thoughts I could squeeze you in?
Red Rock: REALLY?
Pearl: Sure! Why not?
Red Rock: GET IN! Back of the net!
Red Rock punches the air with a huge ear-to-ear grin taking up all the space on his face.
Red Rock: I won’t let you down! Thanks Dave!
Red Rock buzzes with energy as he leaps out of the chair and toward the door.
Aimz vs Adam Dick
STIPULATION: SINGLES
REFEREE: RICHIE TRAVIS
AUTHOR: NATHAN
“Rock Shit” by Hush begins to blast out over the speakers, and the fans boo viciously as we are ready for Adam Dick’s first match since winning the AWC Transatlantic title! Aimz walks brashly down to the ring, studiously ignoring the fans as she gets set for perhaps her biggest match in AWC thus far.
James Brunt: The following is a singles match! Introducing first, from Halifax, Canada, weighing in at 147 pounds... The Red Raver, AIMZ!
George Cassidy: Well I’ve got my stopwatch primed and ready, Truth! This one isn’t going to last long, believe me.
Truth Waters: Come on now… People might have their issues with Aimz, but she’s one hell of a competitor. If Adam Dick thinks this is going to be a walk in the park he’ll have another thing coming!
“The Final Cut' by Coheed & Cambria” plays as “The Illustrious Face-Eater” Adam Dick appears on the ramp to a chorus of heat from the full house in Indianapolis. He raises his newly-created Transatlantic championship crown high as he makes his way toward ringside.
James Brunt: And her opponent, from Salt Lake City, Utah… he is the AWC Transatlantic champion and one half of the AWC Alliance champions… ADAM DICK!
Arrogantly, Adam Dick takes his time getting to the ring as Aimz paces, waiting for him. Diving under the bottom rope he poses in the center of the ring as his music fades out, before turning to smile at Aimz.
George Cassidy: You see, Truth? Look at the smile on Adam Dick’s face! I know it, he knows it, Aimz sure as hell knows it…this match is going to go on for about as long as the Transatlantic champion, OUR NEW KING, decides!
Truth Waters: I will admit that Aimz is the underdog in this match. But she should give the Face Eater a run for his money if he isn’t careful.
The two stand facing in the ring. Dick motions to Aimz for another kiss, arrogantly pointing to his lips and sticking his face in close for her. With a scowl, Aimz rears back to slap the smirk off of his face, but just before he can…
Hide your face forever,
Dream and search forever…
“Open Your Eyes” by the Guano Apes hits as Darcy Crisis appears on the stage.
Truth Waters: What the hell? It’s Darcy Crisis!
George Cassidy: He’s not supposed to be out here, Truth! Hell, I don’t think he’s even supposed to be here tonight!
Crisis acknowledges some of the fans who are excited to see him. He then turns to point at Aimz and claps, as if to cheer her on. Clearly displeased, Aimz starts shouting at him as Adam Dick takes the advantage and clubs her from behind. Referee Richie Travis calls for the bell, and the match begins as Darcy approaches the announce table.
Truth Waters: Well it looks as if we’re going to be joined by Darcy Crisis for our main event this evening.
George Cassidy: I guess we might as WELL let him do some commentary for us, Truth. The man has to earn his keep somehow… I noticed Mr. Crisis wasn’t on the card this week.
Darcy Crisis: Truth, Truth, how are you? And George, good to see you too…I think.
Adam Dick gives Aimz another stiff shot to the back before picking her up and throwing her into the ropes. Aimz bounces off and ducks a clothesline from Dick on the rebound, stops suddenly and kicks him square in the back of the thigh. The sound loud enough to illicit an “Ooooo” from the crowd.
Truth Waters: And Dick tries to take an early advantage, but Aimz with a stiff kick to the leg.
George Cassidy: (yawns) Could somebody please remind me what Aimz did to deserve a match-up with the Transatlantic champion? Why can’t I be watching Ellis Nash instead?
Darcy Crisis: George, do you really have to be a dick like… all of the time?
Truth Waters: (snickers)
George Cassidy: As a matter of fact, yes! It’s in my contract, I’ll have you know.
Darcy Crisis: Just wondering…
Aimz follows up with more kicks to the thigh before sprinting towards the ropes. On the rebound she nails the now wobbly Face Eater with a cross body, bringing him down to the canvas with her on top of him. Travis falls to the mat as well to make the count.
ONE!
Dick powers out.
Truth Waters: And we have our first pinfall attempt of the matchup, with Aimz looking good on the attack!
Darcy Crisis: I have to say, I’m impressed. Aimz is really taking it to the champion.
George Cassidy: Hey Crisis, when are YOU going to start taking it to some champions around here?
Darcy Crisis: That’s not really part of my main concern, George.
Truth Waters: Well while we’re on the subject, just what are your concerns out here Darcy?
Darcy Crisis: I’m looking at her.
The two lock up momentarily, but before Dick can overpower her Aimz slips to his side and works over the Face Eater’s arm into a wristlock. As she walks him toward the ropes she briefly glances over at Darcy, who returns the glance as she jumps onto the second rope, flips forward and brings Adam Dick down by the shoulder. Quickly rolling him over onto the affected shoulder, Aimz again attempts a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Again, Dick powers out with authority.
George Cassidy: I’m glad Aimz is in a hurry to get this match over with. I’ve had a long night.
Darcy Crisis: You know George, I haven’t been here that long, but I’ve got to ask… do you even enjoy wrestling? Why are you always so damn bored out here?
Truth Waters: I’m glad someone other than me is finally here to point this out!
George Cassidy: I… you… look, here comes the Face-Eater! GET HER!
Frustrated at the pace of the match thus far, Adam Dick starts to take control. He dodges a punch from Aimz and sends her reeling with one of his own. As she tries to regain her bearings, Aimz suddenly finds Dick coming off the ropes with a beautiful spinning wheel kick, catching her square in the jaw. Aimz is down, and the Transatlantic champion climbs to his feet, one again with the smirk. The crowd begins to boo mightily as he makes kissy faces at Aimz.
Truth Waters: And here we see the true colors of our new Transatlantic champion! This is not necessary!
George Cassidy: Ha-ha, I love it! This is exactly what I like to see out of a champion, a man who KNOWS he’s the best!
Dick is in control now as he lifts Aimz to her feet. He hooks her head under his arm and slowly turns Aimz around… WHAM! Textbook neckbreaker sends Aimz crashing back to the canvas. Again, Dick takes his time rather than keeping on the attack, raising his hands in self-congratulation as Aimz lies clutching her neck. The crowd is still jeering at the Face-Eater.
George Cassidy: You know guys, maybe Aimz should have just given Adam Dick what he wanted, like she said she was going to. She’d be a lot better off…she is clearly overmatched here!
Dick is now standing over the fallen Aimz, motioning with his hands as if to remind her who the Transatlantic champion was. With that, Dick brings a leg crashing down almost directly on Aimz’ neck, and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Aimz with a kickout at two and a half!
Truth Waters: I wouldn’t say the Red Raver is overmatched at all! She came after Dick right out of the gate, and he won’t put her away on that exchange!
Now angry again, Dick clubs Aimz in the back with a some vicious forearms before lifting her back to her feet. He again hooks her by the neck, looking for a suplex, but Aimz is able to block by hooking his leg. Again, Dick pulls for the suplex, but again another block by Aimz. Frustrated, Dick sends Aimz down to a knee with yet another club to her back, but Aimz returns the favor with a punch to the stomach! Grimacing, Dick partially cinches his old on Aimz neck as she punches him again. One more punch has Dick nearly doubled over, and Aimz free of his clutches.
Truth Waters: Darcy, you’re a little quiet over there. Are you pulling for anybody in particular in this match-up?
Darcy Crisis: You know, you either love or you hate Aimz… I’ve found myself on both sides of the case. But I’ve always been a fan of what she can do in that ring, so I hope she can pull this one out. Besides… I was never a fan of these loudmouth jackoffs that it appears Adam Dick has joined the long “illustrious” list of.
George Cassidy: Oh, you’re not fooling anybody Crisis! You hope your “little lady” somehow pulls off the upset of the century so you can get in the ring and jump all over her! It’s not gonna happen though… if the so-called “unbeatable” Pierce Lavelle couldn’t stand up to the Face-Eater, what makes you think Red Rover can?
Darcy Crisis: …Red Rover?
George Cassidy: That’s right… I went there.
During that senseless exchange Aimz is starting to regain control. She forces Dick back with a few knife edge chops, finally knocking Adam Dick down to his knees. Sensing a change to capitalize in a big way, Aimz wastes no time running full speed towards the ropes behind her. Three steps off the rebound she flies at Dick, but he had it scouted and absolutely LEVELS her with a powerslam, right on the neck and back Dick had been working over thus far.
Truth Waters: Oh man! Aimz can’t keep the champion down, and she pays the price!
George Cassidy: Cover! It’s OVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Somehow Aimz gets a shoulder up just before Travis’ hand slaps down for the three!
Darcy Crisis: Geez, Amy… come on! Where’s this so-called “ring presence” you were telling me about?
George Cassidy: So close! And yeah right Darcy, you wish -
Darcy Crisis: Truth, does this guy have an off button?
Truth Waters: Believe me, Cassidy has had cavity searches performed on him just to make sure he doesn’t.
Dick gets into a argument with the referee over the pace of his counts before locking Aimz up in a reverse chin lock. Aimz struggles to break free, but Dick holds on, and it doesn’t look like Aimz is going anywhere. Dick starts screaming at Travis to ask if Aimz can continue, to which she vehemently asserts that she can as Travis checks on her.
Truth Waters: Dick is focusing on that neck, and I don’t know how Aimz can break free of this! It may be academic at this point…
Darcy Crisis: Come on, Amy!
Unbeknownst to Dick, the announcers or anyone else in the arena for that matter, Darcy was aware of what Aimz had in mind to escape this predicament. He watched intently as Aimz began calming the muscles in her body, trying to escape the searing pain that Dick was inflicting on her now quite sore neck. At the same time, she had her hands under Dick’s, focusing the core of her strength in pushing him off the chin lock. Slowly, his hold started to give.
George Cassidy: Nowhere she can go from here! It’s all over but the crying, everybody…
Truth Waters: I don’t think so Cass, take a look!
With one last burst of strength, Aimz somehow pushes Dick’s hold off of her. Startled, Dick falls backward, allowing Aimz to wriggle to safety. Slowly she climbs back to her feet, clutching her neck as Adam Dick finds his way to his feet as well. Deciding he’s had enough of Aimz, Dick charges at her only to meet a kick to the stomach, followed by a vicious DDT! Both competitors are down!
Truth Waters: Aimz out of nowhere with a huge DDT! This could be the turning point of the match, folks!
George Cassidy: No! How did she get out of that chin lock?!
Richie Travis begins a ten count as the two don’t look to get up anytime soon.
One! Two! Three! Four!
Aimz finally is back on one knee, and Travis breaks the count.
Helping Dick back to his feet, Aimz sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip. Still woozy from the DDT though, Dick loses his footing and falls over into them. The fans, surprisingly, start getting behind Aimz as they smell the possible upset over the Transatlantic champion. She sprints towards the ropes…
Darcy Crisis: Here comes the Hemlock!
George Cassidy: No! NONONONONO!!!
Aimz reaches the ropes and whips her legs through, but at the last possible moment Adam Dick ducks and Aimz comes up with nothing but air. Upon landing Aimz frantically searches for where Dick could have moved to in escaping the Hemlock, only to turn around just in time to have her neck hooked yet again by Adam Dick. He lifts her up and plants her with a SICK brainbuster. The crowd responds with a collective “OHHHH!!” as the life is sucked out of Aimz’ comeback.
Truth Waters: WOW! Right back on that neck, Aimz is down and she might be out!
George Cassidy: You were saying something about being academic, Truth? Well it doesn’t look like that’s changed one bit!
As Aimz begins to stir, Adam Dick points to her and makes the cutthroat motion, signaling that as far as he’s concerned, the match is over. He climbs the turnbuckle as Travis admonishes him for doing so. Dick slaps his chest and screams “I’M THE F---ING (the censors got him just in time!) TRANSATLANTIC CHAMPION!” as Aimz slowly makes it back to one knee, looking like she doesn’t even know what city she’s in. She turns around just as Dick leaps off the top and nails the Osama-rana! But on the follow-through, Aimz is whipped forward into Richie Travis! Both Aimz and the referee are out!
Truth Waters: The Red Raver is down! The referee is down!
George Cassidy: And only the Illustrious Face-Eating Transatlantic champion is standing tall and proud!
Darcy Crisis: Once again proving that if you want to be a referee but you have no idea where to stand without getting hurt, wrestling is the business for you!
Rebounding from the Osama-rana, Dick does not see the referee out cold behind him, instead focusing only on his prone challenger. With a sneer, he jerks Aimz back to her feet, lifts her up….WHAM! Eaterplex ’05! Adam Dick hooks the leg as the crowd chants along…
”ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
……..FOUR?”
Bewildered, Dick looks around him to finally see that the referee is lying motionless on the other side of the ring. He gets off the fallen Aimz to attempt to revive the referee, but after a few unsuccessful prods he is unable to do so. Sensing his best chance for victory is to put Aimz down permanently until the referee is able to make a count, Adam Dick leaves the ring.
Truth Waters: Where the hell is Adam Dick going?
George Cassidy: THIS IS A TRAVESTY! This match should be over, Adam Dick put Aimz away with the Eaterplex! Get another referee out here, right now!
Adam Dick walks over towards the announce table, shoving James Brunt off of his ringside folding chair. With a sinister look, he folds it up and heads back towards the ring.
Truth Waters: Oh, this does NOT look good…
Darcy Crisis: Looks like I’m needed, guys! Nice chatting with you!
George Cassidy: What the -
With that, Darcy removes his headset and sprints toward the ring as Dick rolls back into the ring with the chair. Aimz is at least showing signs of consciousness, but is completely unable to defend herself as Dick prepares to cave in her skull with the steel chair. However, as he raises the chair into the air… it’s stolen from behind by Darcy Crisis!
Truth Waters: Thank God! Darcy coming to the aid of Aimz before Dick can seriously injure her!
George Cassidy: I KNEW something was fishy about him being out here! Can anyone hear me?! WE NEED A REFEREE!!
Darcy tosses the chair aside and starts getting into a shouting match with Adam Dick. Dick is beyond furious at this point, and shoves Darcy with strength that astonishes the both of them. But undaunted, Darcy shoves him back, and the two start trading punches! This goes on for bit until Darcy starts to get the upper hand over the winded Adam Dick, knocking him down to one knee. But with that, Dick immediately takes back control with a low blow. Darcy falls as if he was shot as Adam Dick picks up the chair again.
George Cassidy: Yes! Justice! That’ll teach that little weasel to get in other people’s business!
Truth Waters: Oh come on, Cassidy! He was trying to do the right thing! Somebody should!
Aimz is starting to stir…
George Cassidy: Well, here’s what doing the right thing gets you!
Darcy looks up, and Adam Dick brings down the chair on his forehead with absolute malice. The crowd is taken aback and starts booing their lungs out at Adam Dick as Darcy Crisis keels over. He picks the chair back up one more time… WHAM!
Truth Waters: Oh God, Adam Dick just brought that chair down on Darcy’s back!
George Cassidy: He deserves to be crippled, after what he just tried to do to Adam Dick! KICK HIS ASS FACEY!
Somehow, Aimz has got back to her feet…
Adam Dick tosses the chair aside, proud of the devastation he just unleashed on Aimz’ fallen rescuer. Out of the corner of his eye he notices the referee showing signs of life, and he moves to check on him. He drags the referee over towards the spot where he dropped Aimz with the Eaterplex, but is astonished to see that she isn’t there. With the referee still lying on the ground, Adam Dick reclaims the chair and looks around, prepared to level her with the same ferocity he just had with Darcy Crisis. He looks up to see Aimz standing on the turnbuckle. She leaps and nails the chair with a dropkick, knocking it back into the face of Adam Dick!
Truth Waters: And Adam Dick’s use of the chair may have taken care of Darcy Crisis, but now it looks like it might come back to haunt him!
George Cassidy: This isn’t right! THIS ISN’T RIGHT!
The crowd is once again on their feet, sensing a miracle could take place in Indianapolis here tonight. Amazingly, the fans start getting behind Aimz to take down the Transatlantic champion as she once again ascends the turnbuckle. Adam Dick isn’t going anywhere, and Aimz comes off the top…
Truth Waters: DEAD AIM! DEAD AIM!
George Cassidy: NOOOOOO!!!
With an amazing display of acrobatics, Aimz completes the forward flip and then some, landing squarely on top of the Face Eater. The crowd roars as Aimz clutches her chest on the follow through. She drapes an arm on top of Adam Dick as the referee, slowly remembering what he’s supposed to do, makes the count…
…
ONE!
…
TWO!
…
THREE!
The Indianapolis crowd thunders its approval as the bell rings.
James Brunt: The winner… AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMZ!!!
Truth Waters: I don’t believe it! Aimz just pinned the Transatlantic champion!
George Cassidy: This is a bunch of crap! She needed help from a fallen referee, a steel chair and that little weasel Darcy Crisis!
Truth Waters: What was it you said when Dick won the title, Cassidy? All’s fair in love and wrestling? Just be happy for Aimz, she pulled off one hell of an upset!
The referee, while clutching his ribs, raises Aimz arm high in the air as “Rock Shit” hits over the PA. She is ecstatic with her victory, and seeing Adam Dick still lying motionless in the middle of the ring. She stands over him, motioning with her hands over her waist that his days as Transatlantic champion might be numbered. She then moves to climb the turnbuckle and take in the crowd reaction… until she sees Darcy lying unconscious over near the ropes. She quickly drops to his side, checking to see if he’s alright.
Truth Waters: Well this is a surprise… Aimz is showing some compassion in the ring. She must have realized that Adam Dick took Darcy out with that chair before she dropkicked it into his face!
George Cassidy: She should just let him lie there like the piece of garbage that he is! She might as well take in this victory while she can, because she’ll never have a bigger one in her life!
Truth Waters: Ladies and gentlemen, what a night we’ve had so far, capped off by a HUGE upset over the Transatlantic champion by the Red Raver, and there’s more to come! A huge main event just minutes away!
It's Time For Someone To Take A Stand
FEATURING: PLEASURE AND PAIN, DAVID "PEARL" HARBER
AUTHORS: ADAM ST. OURS AND RYAN KEANEY
Wayne Russell is hesitant to follow his wife but he has learned that if he doesn't do as she wishes he could be in a world of pain, and he really doesn't want to sleep on the couch again tonight. So he follows along slowly more like he is dragging his feet and they finally reach their destination of Pearl's office. Once again Tiara Belle doesn't knock she just opens the door and storms in. Again Pearl is sitting there looking at some papers, and he brings his head up to see the couple standing in front of him.
Pearl: Mrs. Russell, you really need to understand that you can't barge into my office at anytime you wish. It would be nice if you could at least have knocked, but you are here now, what do you want?
Tiara Belle is quick to answer as Wayne sits timid behind her, looking as if he has nothing to do with this but only here because of consequences of not showing up.
Tiara Belle: Mr. Pearl you need to do something about Norton and Bridges!
Pearl: I'm not really quite sure what you are talking about Mrs. Russell…
Tiara Belle: Them and there damn songs! Always pestering me, trying to get to me…
Pearl: Well, I guess it's working. I actually find their songs usually quite amusing.
Tiara Belle: Well they aren't aiming their songs at you are they?
Pearl: No they aren't, actually I don't think they are aiming the songs at anyone in particular.
Tiara Belle is getting irritated now, she looks to Wayne, he has to interject.
Wayne Russell: Sir, could you please speak to them about their music and disrespect towards my wife?
Pearl: Wayne, like I said I don't think they are aiming towards her, so I don’t really think I can do any such thing – when they signed AWC contracts, they told me their music was a big thing for them, and –
Tiara Belle: Fine then we will take things into our own hands…
Tiara Belle storms out of the room expecting her husband to follow closely behind him. But he stays for a minute.
Wayne Russell: Thank you for your time.
Wayne then follows his wife trying to find out what she is planning on doing to the pair. Pearl looks down and goes back to his work shaking his head wondering what he got himself into when he signed this pair.
Wade vs Nash vs Murphy vs Red Rock
STIPULATION: FOUR WAY FURY
REFEREE: JOSEPH REID
AUTHOR: JAMIE FLETCHER
“Seven Faces” By Slayer plays and Jack Murphy steps out onto the stage for the main event to decide the new Frontier champion. The 6 Foot 5 Irish giant walses down the ramp to a chorus of heat from the crowd. Ignoring them he gets into the ring.
James Brunt: The following is a Four Way Fury match for the vacant Frontier championship! Introducing first, from Galway, Ireland, weighing in at 278 pounds… JACK “THE BULL” MURPHY!
“Club Slut” By Hot Action Cop replaces the heavy guitar of Slayer and Ellis Nash energetically appears on the stage and wasting no time sprints down the ramp not receiving a reaction much better then Jack Murphy. She gets in the ring and circles Murphy not taking her eye off of him from one moment.
Truth Waters: Are the fans happy with anything tonight Cassidy?
George Cassidy: The question is, are the fans morons? And the answer is YES for not paying the proper attention to the best wrestler in the world, Jack Murphy, and the best woman in the world, Ellis Nash!
James Brunt: And his opponent, from Cortland, New York, weighing in at 117 pounds… ELLIS NASH!
”JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!”
“Jump Around” by House of Pain plays and still the crowd are displeased. But saying that Mike Wade is sooo cool!!!! You just LOVE to HATE him!!! Wade bursts out onto the ramp in only a way THE SEX could… Wade walks down to the ramp owning everyone and everything around him like a Whore. Getting into the ring he watches both Ellis and Jack with an evil smile.
James Brunt: Their opponent, from Waterford, Ireland, weighing in at 209 and three-quarter pounds… the AWC Relentless champion, and one half of the AWC Alliance champions, MIKE WADE!
George Cassidy: Wade looking to add to his already impressive title belt haul by becoming AWC’s first ever PURE triple champion!
Truth Waters: And now here comes Red Rock, yo! Now the fans will cheer!
Woop, Woop time for a cheer? “Blame Thrower” by Reuben replaces House of Pain and finally the crowd pop properly. The Anti Hero, the true British loveable loser Red Rock walks out onto the ramp parading a crazy pair of sunglasses that only a Brit would dare wear. Red Rock gets into the ring and get’s into the forth corner as the referee comes over and checks his boots out to complete the four men.
James Brunt: Finally, from Aldershot, England, weighing in at 197 pounds… RED ROCK!
Truth Waters: Well we heard earlier in the night Captain Suleimon challenging Red Rock to a match at Bloodlust – an Ottoman Torture Chamber match, no less! Will the Anti Hero accept such a sick-sounding match?
George Cassidy: No. There’s your answer.
Truth Waters: How insightful...
George Cassidy: Two former Livewire champions in the ring today… which is impressive, considering there were only ever four.
Red Rock and Jack Murphy exit the ring at the referee’s orders.
Truth Waters: It’s going to be the small brawler highflying minx that is Ellis Nash and Mike Wade to start the match off.
George Cassidy: Such a conflict in styles here. Both will be gunning to become champion.
Mike Wade and Ellis Nash circle one another as the referee calls for the bell to get the match started. Wade collides with Nash without any wasted time. He takes instant control almost over powering Ellis Nash who is much smaller. He pushes her back into the cables and stretches her over the ring ropes leaving her stomach open for assault. Extending his hand Mike Wade makes the tag bringing Red Rock into the contest. The quick tag a great tactic as Red Rock explodes on Ellis Nash with two huge back handed chops to the stomach ripping into her.
Truth Waters: Wade is so concentrated. Cassidy, I’m not sure anything could break him tonight, I think he will be like a robot in his quest for gold.
Leaving Red Rock alone to go about his business Mike Wade exits the ring onto his ring apron to catch a breather. Red Rock whips Ellis Nash into the ring cables and she flies off uncontrollably into the path of a Red Rock axe handle smash which grounds Ellis Nash. The power of the assault brutal, the procession deadly… Red Rock continues the massacre following up the axe handle with huge clubbing punches from a kneeling position. Each punch weakens Ellis Nash considerably. The punches themselves only strengthened by the difference in the wrestlers sizes. Picking Ellis Nash off of the mat Red Rock launches her like a ball into the corner of the ring, Ellis pops out walking into a fireman’s carry from Red Rock who looks poised to end Ellis chances of winning the match with a death valley driver. Selling it exceedingly well she pops off of the canvas perfectly landing slightly behind Red Rock. Red Rock turns and covers her… but before the one count is even scored in comes Jack Murphy knocking Red Rock off of Ellis Nash.
George Cassidy: There is a clear plan Truth and that is attack the small one.
Truth Waters: The liter of the pack always gets beat down first Cass, basic natural science my friend. Four can become three quickly.
George Cassidy: Listen to the crowd they are firmly behind Red Rock.
“LET’S GO RED ROCK! LET’S GO RED ROCK!”
George Cassidy: The mass population are brain dead and don’t even know what is best for them, Truth.
Enraged Red Rock explodes on Jack Murphy but Murphy is quicker to his feet and responds with powerful right stomps. The stomps suppress Red Rock swiftly and cause him to lose any advantage he had over the in ring proceedings. The referee ushers Jack Murphy out of the ring and to his corner. While this is happening Ellis Nash stumbles onto her feet and stalks Red Rock who is also just regaining his stability. Running at Red Rock Ellis leaps into the air and wraps her legs around Red Rock’s neck and attempts to bring him down with a hurricarana but Red Rock won’t budge and instead he holds her in position and high in the air for an extended power bomb but before he can bring Ellis down she manages to twist his neck with her boots and swinging momentum dramatically her way… HURRICANRANA!!! Red Rock is brought down by Ellis Nash.
George Cassidy: She’s not going to be walked over that easily! That’s my Ellis!
Truth Waters: The underdog of the match Ellis Nash is taking her game to fan favorite Red Rock.
George Cassidy: In a hot way?
Truth Waters: Why did you have to say that Cassidy?
George Cassidy: I spoke the TRUTH!!!
Truth Waters: Bitchin’.
Flying off of the mat with a spring in her step Ellis Nash attacks Jack Murphy with a clothesline keeping in motion with her hurricarana. Spinning on the spot Ellis Nash seductively suggests Mike Wade come into the ring and as he does she takes off. Spotting Red Rock moving on his knees across the ring she uses him as a springboard and in doing so throws herself at Mike Wade taking him down.
Truth Waters: SPOT!!!
George Cassidy: Kayfabe?
Truth Waters: English?
George Cassidy: And down he goes…
She again flings off using all the momentum spotting Red Rock on his feet. Running across the ring she tries to clothesline Red Rock but Red Rock ducks and Ellis Nash flings into the near by ropes and against her own will pings off them into a half nelson Suplex from Red Rock at express pass not allowing Ellis Nash anytime at all to counter. Red Rock doesn’t break the half nelson and on the mat he presses on with the submission with convocation believing he could have the match over if he continued. Savagely Red Rock squeezes as hard as he could almost crippling the body of Ellis Nash in his arms. Barking like a dog he shouts out for the referee who slides down onto his knee’s instantly lifting Ellis Nash’s arm…
It drops once
It drops twice…
George Cassidy: It’s…. O….V…
Truth Waters: No it’s not!!!
Double dropkick to the face of Red Rock breaks the hold. Jack Murphy just in the nick of time managed to save the match from an early finish. However Murphy doesn’t follow up the Red Rock lead and instead turns and covers Ellis Nash believing her to be in the worsened condition of the two.
ONE!
TWO!
George Cassidy: The goon is coming…
The pin is abruptly broken by Red Rock. However Red Rock doesn’t have the energy to follow up his intermission and instead is at the fury of a very unhappy Jack Murphy who had believed he was about to win the Frontier Championship. With a clear pissed off glare Jack pulls Red Rock off of the mat and with malice throws him into the turnbuckle post. Then in an old school American brawling school of thought he begins to stomp away taking no mercy on Red Rock who had just broken the pin. The one sided battle is soon broken up by Mike Wade who charges at Jack Murphy from behind pushing him into Red Rock. Mike Wade then moves away allowing Jack Murphy to fall out of the corner like a drunk, then in one clean swoop, Mike grabs the back of Jack Murphy’s head and drops Murphy’s back down onto his knee and then turns Murphy around as he rebounds of his knee and drills him head first into the mat with a DDT.
Truth Waters: Only Jake Roberts hits DDTs like them. Get him… Alcohol abuser, identity fraud!!!
George Cassidy: Do you realize Truth that if Mike Wade wins this the Unfuckables hold all the championships in AWC and it would have taken them three weeks?
Truth Waters: Great isn’t it.
George Cassidy: Damn straight!
Truth Waters: I was being sarc-
George Cassidy: True Americans don’t do sarcastic!
With some pace Mike Wade turns the body of Jack Murphy over and goes to make a pin but out of the corner of his eye he can spot Ellis Nash climbing the top rope. He waits next to Jack Murphy’s fallen body and then when he can see that Ellis Nash is ready on the top rope he lunges over the body of Jack Murphy.
ONE!
Ellis Nash jumps, Mike Wade rolls off of Jack Murphy. Ellis Nash hits Jack Murphy with a diving top rope headbutt. Before she can make a pin Mike Wade applies a waist lock and lifts her to her feet. He then attempts an over head release Suplex but she escapes landing on her feet behind him. Before she can get him in a lock, Wade spins around with an elbow. She ducks and with great agility flings herself across his back latching onto him horizontally. She however can’t take him down… Up gets Red Rock not even noticing Ellis Nash has him in this hold… He runs at Mike Wade and takes him down with a clothesline… the power Ellis Nash needed.
Truth Waters: Smart wrestling.
The referee goes down…
ONE!
Red Rock hears the band and turns…
TWO!
Truth Waters: Like a dog. Look at Red Rock just saving the day ain’t that cute.
George Cassidy: You ain’t going to be anywhere near cute if Red Rock hears this.
Truth Waters: You homosexual!!! You little homo, well Cassidy thank you for confirming everyone’s suspensions. Here on Fresh! George Cassidy calls another man cute!
Despite being shocked Red Rock breaks the pin off before the three.
Out of nowhere Jack Murphy pulls Red Rock down by his tights… The referee doesn’t have a moment to rest as he notices Red Rock being pinned.
ONE!
TWO!Red Rock kicks out.
George Cassidy: WOAH!!!! Nearly there Jackers!
Truth Waters: …
Murphy and Red Rock get up at the same time and square off to a huge crowd ovation and in response to the sporting atmosphere Jack Murphy extends his arm for Red Rock to shake. For a moment Red Rock hesitates but after a while he believes Murphy is being sporting and agrees on the shake. They shake but Jack Murphy won’t let go, he pulls Red Rock towards him and delivers a stiff boot shot to the ribs of Red Rock and then in one quick chain of moves he applies an arm lock but before he can force Red onto the floor he find himself at scrutiny of a submission as Ellis Nash on tip toes drags Jack Murphy’s head down and into a hold. The crowd goes insane as Mike Wade snatches one of Ellis Nash’s legs from behind and applies a standing ankle lock.
”A-W-C! A-W-C!”
George Cassidy: ALL FOUR WRESTLERS HAVE A SUBMISSION ON ONE ANOTHER AND THE CROWD ARE ON THEIR FEET APPLAUDING THIS!
Truth Waters: What is this AWC employed idiot of a referee going to do?
George Cassidy: Who knows? Does he know?
Truth Waters: If he doesn’t I’ll get his pink slip!
This little gem for the smart marks confuses the hell out of the referee as he doesn’t know which submission to watch. In a moment of panic he forces all the superstars to break all the submissions, they all comply and return to a respected corner to a standing ovation from the sold out crowd.
Truth Waters: That was a bit of an anti climax.
First out of his corner is Mike Wade who instantly makes a move for Ellis Nash obviously a plan of his tonight. Nash however has enough time to exit the ring… this allows for Red Rock and Jack Murphy to double team Mike Wade from behind. Both wrestlers dominate Wade with great skill and power smothering him in the corner of the ring and slowly inflicting vast amounts of pain on Wade. Finally they move Wade into the corner of the ring Irish whip into the rope’s, off he flings straight into a huge clothesline which almost decapitates Mike Wade taking him down to the mat and into the next world.
Neither Murphy or Red Rock take notice of Ellis Nash who is perched on the top rope. She jumps into the air for a shooting star press on Mike Wade but on the way both her legs connect perfectly with Red Rock and Jack Murphy downing them and taking them out of the way when she attempts a pin. She lands spot on… And down goes the referee…
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
No MIKE WADE KICKS OUT AT THE LAST MOMENT DENYING ELLIS NASH THE FRONTIER CHAMPIONSHIP.
George Cassidy: Mike Wade keeps the dreams and his hopes of winning the Frontier championship alive by kicking out at the last moment.
Truth Waters: Adam Dick is going to be clapping on Mike Wade.
George Cassidy: And whacking on Ellis Nash.
Mike Wade pays little time to thought instantly scooping Ellis Nash off of the mat and shoving her underneath his right arm. Ellis Nash struggles but to no avail as within seconds Mike Wade silences any chance of a rebellion tightening his grip on her neck. Then taking Ellis Nash by surprise Mike Wade wraps his right leg around her’s and sends her hurtling back with a side Russian leg sweep. Instead of going for the pin Mike Wade switches his attention to the rising Red Rock, attacking Red Rock from behind he throws him into the ring cables but Red Rock is able to grip the top rope. Despite the slight shift in control Red Rock is unable to assert dominance over proceedings as Mike Wade ducks an elbow attempt and ceases the opportunity to slap Red Rock in a full nelson.
Truth Waters: Adam Dick get the champagne ready we are going to have… Double…
Moving into the middle of the ring Mike Wade applies more and more pressure to the submission hold but Red Rock refuses to give way at all. Jack Murphy spots the chance and snatching both of Red Rock’s dangling leg’s he shimmy’s Red Rock onto his shoulders…
Truth Waters: Stupid Jack Murphy spoiling the opportunity.
Mike Wade breaks the submission; Red Rock is sent rocketing down into the canvas via an electric chair move from Jack Murphy. Then from a standing position Mike Wade delivers a leg drop which lands perfectly across the neck of the grounded Red Rock. Red Rock is at the mercy of Mike Wade… nope… Jack Murphy is already there to make Red Rock’s life harder. One! Two! Stiff kicks to the back of Mike Wade force him to stop any attempt of a pin on Mike Wade.
George Cassidy: Indy Rock n Wrestling…
It doesn’t take Mike long to find his feet, swinging like a bear his big clubbing fists lay into the side of Jack Murphy’s skull but Jack is quick to respond as the two warriors battle back and forth like Irish Boxers laying heavy blows into one another. Finally Mike Wade gives falling into the ropes, luring Murphy into a false sense of security. Murphy stops, Wade charges with a roaring punch, spinning… but no he doesn’t hit it as Murphy side steps. Pivoting on the spot Jack Murphy brings his arm across his body and then breathing in he gains all possible power… TWACK… The crowd wooo’s!!!! A second devastating chop, A third chop… However Mike Wade seems to soak the chops up like a sponge and after a third returns the favour… and the two go at it like mad men laying chop after chop into each other’s chest as if they where still in school trying to prove a point in front of the girls.
Truth Waters: This is putting the word FURY into the match.
George Cassidy: Look at Mike Wade’s and Jack Murphy’s chests they have both taken server punishment at the hands of each other.
Truth Waters: The crowd are silent as these two destroy one another like beasts.
WOOO!!! Mike Wade scars Jack Murphy’s stomach… They carry on as Jack Murphy returns the favour and it looks like he has drawn blood from Wade.
Wade almost collapses into the ropes and Murphy runs forward clothes lining him over the top rope to the outside floor. Exiting in the ring Jack Murphy gives chase to Mike Wade… Mike Wade is to slow, Murphy catches him easily and while running delivers a stiff knee to the back which sends Wade uncontrollably towards the ring steps. The ring steps collapse as the weight of Mike Wade pounds into them. In the ring Ellis Nash spots the occurrences and sprints to the ropes behind her and then jolting across the ring Ellis jumps through the middle rope and landing on Jack Murphy taking him down. The crowd goes crazy for Ellis Nash who uses the crowd control barrier to find her feet. Ellis turns and spots Red Rock who is on his feet looking around for the rest of the wrestlers. Jumping onto the apron Ellis gets into the ring lining herself up with Red Rock who is about to turn. Ellis attempts a round house kick on Red Rock but Red Rock catches her foot… Inzugirui… No Red Rock ducks… Ankle lock on Ellis Nash but Ellis vaults forward and grabs a hold of the bottom rope. The referee forces Red Rock to break the submission. Red Rock taunts Ellis Nash who is holding the rope on the floor. Annoyed beyond reason Ellis abruptly and confrontationally leaps to her feet and pushes Red Rock into the middle of the ring.
She then pounces at Red Rock with a shoot slap to the face which almost knocks the spit out of Red Rock.
George Cassidy: GO ELLIS!
Truth Waters: The fans are, for a change, enjoying seeing Ellis Nash’s performance here tonight. I think they just want to see Nash sacrifice her body for the sport. She’s not normally this high flying but when you’re in a match with three bigger guys I guess you need to learn some new moves that week at the gym.
Ellis explodes like dynamite throwing fast right punches to Red Rock and then when he isn’t able to counter she sweeps his legs out from underneath. From standing Ellis falls, her knee lands perfectly under the chin of Red Rock choking him… the referee comes around… One! Two! Three!!! Ellis removes the knee and then from standing hits a shooting star… no Mike Wade pulls Red Rock out of the ring by his leg’s… Ellis Nash hits ring mat… and pops up onto her knees. Diving into the ring Mike falls back onto the ropes and then sprints at Ellis Nash, SHINING WIZARD!!! No Ellis Nash falls down and Mike Wade misses with the knee shot.
George Cassidy: If Mike Wade would have connected…
Truth Waters: Murphy…
Jack Murphy jumps up onto the apron and then the top rope. Launching himself into the air Murphy curls his arm up and drops his elbow right into the heart of Ellis Nash.
The referee slides down as Murphy hooks both of Ellis Nash’s legs.
George Cassidy: This action is happening too fast.
ONE!
Truth Waters: Wade has just noticed.
TWO!
The match is saved by Mike Wade who was still halfway through his follow through when Jack hit the elbow drop. Picking Jack Murphy up off of Ellis Nash, Mike Wade has him in the correct position for the TFW… As he does so Wade breathes a sigh of relief that this match is looking like it is in his hands. Lifting up Jack he loses control and Jack drops out of the move managing to free all his hands. Before Mike can turn to face Jack, Jack has his knee extended ready to drive through Mike Wade’s stomach. Wade walks straight into the trap as Murphy’s knee pierces the rib cage of The Unfuckable Mike Wade. Then by memory Jack Murphy applies a side headlock and lift’s Mike Wade up into the air. He begins to spin around but before he can drop Mike Wade down with the fall from grace he downed by Red Rock who connects with a classic drop kick to the stomach.
Rock makes a guerrilla pin on Jack Murphy.
ONE!
TWO!
George Cassidy: Rock the little scav trying to steal the match.
Murphy kicks out before the three count. Red Rock then lifts Murphy up off the ground and get’s a strong waist lock on the former Livewire champion. Then lifting Jack Murphy into the air he scores one German Suplex but Red Rock refuses to let ago and persists on a second despite the possibility of a pin… but after the second he again doesn’t try and finish the match and hits a third Suplex. Then after the Vintage three suplexes Red Rock bridges a pin.
George Cassidy: VINTAGE THREE FAW STYLE!!! Maybe Red Rock’s been watching old school Rzarector this week at home.
Truth Waters: How do you know this shit???
George Cassidy: I actually work for my money?
Truth Waters: Coulda fooled me!
ONE!
TWO!
George Cassidy: NO… COUNTER…
No Jack Murphy pushes his pelvises into the air like he was Elvis Presley breaking the referee’s pin but he can’t get it up high enough and Red Rock forces Jack Murphy down again.
George Cassidy: NO ROCK IS IN CONTROL!
ONE!
TWO!
Truth Waters: THIS IS BACK AND FORTH! I’M GOING TO NEED TWO WEEKS TO RECOVER FROM THIS! IT’S TOO MUCH.
The second time the push resembles more of a John Travolta and shoots past any pressure Red Rock could apply. Spinning over Red Rock ends up under Jack Murphy’s legs and at Murphy’s will. Murphy hits a few short range elbows to the spine of Red Rock in an attempt to oppress any rebellious actions and then Murphy tips backwards and pulls Red Rock but Red Rock digs deep and reverses the Piledriver into a high lifting… far throwing back body drop!!!
George Cassidy: Like a back of mass body destruction.
Truth Waters: He lobbed him like your dad did your mum after she told him she was pregnant hence why you are who you are.
Digging the momentum Red Rock turns and comes face to face with Mike Wade. The two men are nose to nose and tie up in a traditional hand to collar tie up. They wrestle back and forth until Wade takes a clear advantage but Red Rock shows great skill lifting his knee up and knocking Wade’s right arm off. Then using both hands Red Rock locks Mike Wade’s hand in an arm lock, Wade rolls forward, turns, back flips and then sweeps Red Rock’s legs out from underneath. Before Wade can move Ellis Nash jumps up off the top rope with a double footed stomp to the upper back… Ellis pins Mike Wade.
ONE!
TWO!
KICK OUT!!!! Mike Wade is Unpinnable in this match!!!!
George Cassidy: Everyone in the arena must have been thinking that Ellis Nash was about to become the new Atlantic Wrestling Club Frontier champion.
Truth Waters: Or as normal people say, Frontier champ.
Getting up Ellis Nash makes a run for Jack Murphy but Murphy dodges her gore and she ends up flying out of the ring. Murphy then kicks slightly dazed Red Rock in the stomach… he then shoves him under his arm… LIFTS HIM UP!!! SPINS HIM AROUND!!!! FALL FROM GRACE!!!!
George Cassidy: FALL FROM GRACE! The most devastating finisher in wrestling!
Murphy pins RED ROCK!!!
ONE!
TWO!
Truth Waters: It’s over…
NO FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!
Truth Waters: I stand corrected. Out of nowhere from the finishing move Red Rock managed to get his foot onto the bottom rope.
George Cassidy: Murphy must be startled and confused about how he is going to win this match if he couldn’t do it with his finisher.
Distressed Jack Murphy looks across at Red Rock’s foot that is neatly balanced on the bottom ring cable.
Truth Waters: Look at Murphy. I think he knows how.
He runs at Wade, in the corner, but Wade instantly drops down to take Murphy over. Technically sound Mike Wade doesn’t break the toe hold and falls down with Jack Murphy. As Murphy hits the mat Wade takes a lock on his head… STF!!!
George Cassidy: Wade has it… referee get down there!!!
Truth Waters: Wade is about to win!
George Cassidy: Oh no chance, that’s bread and butter for Jack Murphy! …Surely?
Mike Wade has the STF locked on Jack Murphy. Murphy scrambles around in vain as Wade like a vice tightens the hold… putting greater pressure on Murphy… Ellis Nash now reentering the ring with a chair saunters over towards the action at a leisure pace before realizing the haste required, she picks up the chair and bang… drop chair dropkick to... Wade… No Wade moves… Ellis hit Jack Murphy!
George Cassidy: JACK IS OUT, ELLIS IS IN THE DEEP END!
Truth Waters: Where did that chair come from?!
Mike Wade avoids trouble once again. Mike Wade snatches the chair out of Ellis Nash’s reach before she can use it against him… he lifts the chair up above his head… RED ROCK takes the chair out of Mike Wade’s hands…
Truth Waters: DODGING HARM FOR A THIRD TIME IN A ROW MIKE WADE ESCAPES AGRAVATING HARM.
RED ROCK SWINGS FOR MIKE WADE…
WADE ROLLS OUT OF THE RING…
RED ROCK STRIKES ELLIS NASH OVER THE HEAD!
Truth Waters: HOME RUN FOR RED ROCK!
George Cassidy: NO! ELLIS! MY BABY!
Truth Waters: The ref won’t throw this out! We need a champion tonight!
Blood begins to pour out Ellis Nash’s head as she falls next to the body of Jack Murphy…
Mike Wade sweeps Red Rock’s feet out from underneath him. Red Rock falls to the mat releasing the chair in the process. The chair lands about a meter away from the carnage, Wade with an arrogant look plastered across his face dives into the ring. Picking up Red Rock, Mike Wade DDTs him into the steel chair!!!
The commentary team are silent.
The crowd watch as “His Swerviness” Mike Wade turns Red Rock over and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
George Cassidy: THE UNFUCKABLES HAVE DONE IT. THEY HOLD ALL THE GOLD!!!
MIKE WADE WINS THE AWC FRONTIER CHAMPIONSHIP… AND COMPLETES THE CLEAN SWEEP FOR THE UNFUCKABLES AND BECOMES THE FIRST EVER AWC PURE TRIPLE CHAMPION!!!
Truth Waters: This is a horrible, HORRIBLE day for AWC!
James Brunt: The winner… and new AWC Frontier champion, and now TRIPLE champion… MIKE WADE!
Balloons fall from the rafters as Brunt makes his announcement, and Wade punches the air in boyish joy.
George Cassidy: Many people will have a point of view on that Truth but one thing is for sure – true to the splash images, “AWC in 2006” has started with a BANG!!! It’s going to be an un(fuck)missable year!!!
The Beginning Of The Truth
FEATURING: ELLIS NASH, CHAINZ
AUTHORS: MIKE S. AND LIA
A tired and sweaty Ellis Nash walks around the backstage area, still with Tracy’s clothes in her bag. She has a smug grin on her face, despite having failed to win the Frontier title in her match that took place just before the black hole in time that allowed her to be here so quickly, and seems completely pleased with her actions earlier in the night. She walks around, swinging her bag and twirling her hair until she bumps into Chainz coming from around the corner. She lets out a yell and backs away immediately, but regains her confidence quickly.
Ellis Nash: What, did your whore get cold?
Chainz: Oh yeah that was really funny what you did. My girlfriend’s gonna catch a cold and you’re prancing about like you’re king of the world.
Ellis Nash: Queen, queen of the world and don’t you forget it.
Chainz: You gonna give me the clothes or do I have to take yours?
Ellis Nash: I’d like to see you try.
Chainz raises an eyebrow and begins advancing towards Ellis, but suddenly stops.
Chainz: There’ll be time for that later.
Ellis Nash: What are you talking about?
Chainz: You think about my proposition?
Ellis just laughs.
Ellis Nash: Umm how bout no, go fuck a donkey or something.
Chainz doesn’t seem amused at all and just stands there with a scowl on his lips.
Ellis Nash: Aww, did I hurt your feelings?
Chainz: You know your sister was uptight about this sort of thing at first, but she came around.
Ellis loses the confidence and control she had over the conversation. Once again Chainz regains the power in the exchange and now towers above her, inches away from her body.
Ellis Nash: I’m going to find out what you did to her and when I do I’m going to hunt you down like the animal you are and castrate you.
Chainz: Ohh such big words for such a small lady. You shouldn’t bite off more than you can chew, speaking of which that mouth of yours looks so inviting.
Chainz motions with his eyes to his crotch, which draws a look of disgust from Ellis. Ellis draws back to slap Chainz, but he catches her hand only inches from his face. She tries to loosen her hand from his grip, but Chainz isn’t letting go. He begins to squeeze tighter and tighter, drawing a look of pain from Ellis as she tries to get away. After a few seconds Chainz grins and lets Nash go.
Ellis Nash: You sick bastard, I’m gonna see you burn.
Ellis turns and strolls off down the hall, turning a corner and disappear. We follow Chainz as he darts off behind her, a rag in hand. He quickly runs up behind Ellis and puts the rag against her mouth. She tries to scream to alert someone, but her screams are muffled in the rag. She tries to fight off the attack and get away, but Chainz has her in a vice like grip. She throws a few elbows to the gut of Chainz, but there is too much muscle there for the monster to feel a thing. Slowly the duffel bag drops to the ground as her eyes fade away and her body goes limp. Chainz keeps the rag there for a few more seconds before finally removing it. He hoists the limp body of Ellis Nash over his shoulder, grabs the bag, and disappears into a dark corner, humming a tune as he goes.
Freak With No Leash
FEATURING: DAVID "PEARL" HARBER, SASHA VOLKYEVA, STAGEHAND, MADDY ESTELLE
AUTHOR: MIKE S.
The cameras cut backstage right outside of David ‘Pearl’ Harber’s office and someone is arguing inside; actually a pair of voices are going at it. One belonging to Pearl and the other to the lovely Sasha Volkyeva.
Pearl: I told you not to play games with that freak.
Sasha Volkyeva: What are you talking about? I never encouraged anything like this.
The door opens and we step inside to see Pearl and Sasha standing across from one another, arguing about something that can’t be determined coming from mid argument.
Pearl: You should have never encouraged that man, you knew what he was.
Sasha Volkyeva: He’s a superstar that the fans love to hate.
Jack Murphy?
Pearl: There is nothing to love about that pedophile.
Jack Murphy you’re a sick sick man.
Sasha Volkyeva: He’s not doing that anymore.
Pearl: You can’t trust anything that man says, he has no emotions, no feelings, he’s not even human.
Sasha Volkyeva: Look, I said I can control him and I can.
Pearl: Oh yeah, you gonna keep saying that when he decides he’s had enough of you and rapes you?
Jack Murphy, you wouldn’t.
Sasha Volkyeva: He won’t rape me.
Pearl: Oh that’s right, Chainz prefers the pre-puberty crowd huh.
Damn, we all knew it wasn’t Jack Murphy. Sasha seems flustered as she keeps talking, almost as if she is trying to convince herself, but it’s obvious she is quite upset as well.
Pearl: You never should have gotten involved with that… that thing, everything he touches writhes and dies. He’s a plague on the AWC and the world as a whole.
Sasha Volkyeva: So why don’t you fire him?
Pearl looks over to a picture on his desk; it’s a picture of him and his sister Rachel sharing a hug. We all remember the threats he made towards her and it seems that Pearl hasn’t forgotten them either.
Pearl: It’s not as simple as that. With the rest of the guys on the roster it’s all about the wrestling, the business, with him it’s about much more.
Sasha Volkyeva: Look I know he’s bad, but he’s a necessary evil. He’s sick, he’s demented, but our ratings have never been higher. The people at home tune in to see what he’ll do next and to see who’ll put him in his place. He’s an asset that we need; all we have to do is rein him in a bit and put a leash on him.
A knock at the door and a generic stage crew member walks in, he even has a ‘Stage Crew: The Unknown Heroes’ shirt on.
Pearl: Yes, what is it?
Stage Crew Member: Sir, Ellis Nash has disappeared. We can’t find her.
Pearl: What do you mean?
Maddy Estelle walks into the office, looking cautious and nervous.
Sasha Volkyeva: What is it?
Maddy Estelle: Well I was getting a snack when I saw it.
Pearl: Saw what?
Maddy Estelle: I saw Ellis Nash bump into Chainz.
Pearl sits up in his chair and implores Maddy to continue.
Maddy Estelle: Well they exchanged some words, you know how they are. Having sex with animals, cutting penises off…
Sasha Volkyeva: (sharply) If you have a point, reach it.
Maddy Estelle: Well Ellis was leaving and Chainz just ran up behind her and put a rag over her mouth. She tried to fight him off, but she soon lost consciousness. That freak put her over his shoulder and walked off, like a hunter walking off with his prize.
Pearl: Why didn’t you do something?
Maddy shoots Pearl a look.
Maddy Estelle: Yeah right, what am I gonna do. Beat him up? Ask him to stop? If I had made my whereabouts known I probably wouldn’t be standing here telling you this story.
Pearl: Okay okay, go on now, I’ll handle this.
Maddy Estelle looks at Sasha who is silent and than walks out of the office. The room is once again shared between the two entertainment co-managers, an air of fear shared between the two.
Pearl: A necessary evil huh, who knows what he’s up to?
Sasha Volkyeva: Maybe he just wants to have a talk with her?
Pearl: Yeah, with his penis maybe.
Sasha Volkyeva: Look I said I can control him and I will.
Pearl: You better, if he’s going to do what I think he wants to do, you’re going to be in some hot water.
Sasha Volkyeva: I won’t be the only one.
The two share a nervous glance before Sasha walks out of the office, shortly followed by Pearl. A group of crew members have assembled outside of the office and await instruction from the figure heads.
Pearl: Okay everyone, we need to find Chainz before God only knows what he’ll do to Ellis. Search every corner and crevice that a bastard like that would hide in. Go now; find him and when you do call for help. Do not try to handle him on your own, the man is out of his mind. I’ll be right back, I’ve got something I need to go and say…
Lavelle's Night Of Reckoning
FEATURING: DAVID "PEARL" HARBER, PIERCE LAVELLE
AUTHOR: PIERRE HYDE
“Bohemian Like You”, and David “Pearl” Harber jogs down to the ring, looking flustered as he races to pack the 1000th in-ring of the night into the show at a time when many networks are already prepping the programme for the next time-slot. He slides into the ring, not even giving James Brunt time to announce him, and for once there is no attempt for a cheap pop. He gets right to business.
Pearl: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you... PIERCE LAVELLE!
Yes, they’ve got to sit through another entrance, and they’re cheering the whole way through the opening of “Stockholm Syndrome” as a subdued Pierce Lavelle, one week into a 365-day ban from wrestling for testing positive for a banned substance, comes down the ramp. He steps up into the ring and almost seems scared to look at Pearl. Then, the music quietens, as do the fans, and Harber makes his address.
Pearl: Earlier tonight... I told Sasha Volkyeva that I would be the one to invoke a penalty on Pierce Lavelle for breach of contract.
Scattered boos.
Truth Waters: He can’t seriously be firing Pierce Lavelle?
Pearl: Pierce Lavelle got himself banned from doing the one thing his contract asks him to do! And as such, I have no choice other than to cancel it.
Lavelle looks up at him in shock as the ECM reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sheet of paper. Holding it in his hand, he takes a deep breath and then pulls it apart, revealing it to be two separate sheets. One, he hands to Lavelle. Lavelle, totally confused, looks down at it but his eyes refuse to read. The other is ripped in half by Harber, who is now attracting full-on boos from the crowd for the first time in history.
Truth Waters: He rips up the contract!
George Cassidy: The other page must be just notice to Lavelle that he’s no longer got a job in AWC.
Pearl: That’s it, then! Pierce Lavelle is no longer an AWC wrestler. Technically, Pierce standing in this ring right now is trespassing.
Pearl pauses to stare into Lavelle’s eyes, and Lavelle, letting the page in his hand drop to his side in his sweaty hand, looks blankly back. But there’s a twinkle in Harber’s eye.
Pearl: But it won’t be for long.
George Cassidy: Twelve months is a pretty long time!
Pearl: Pierce has a one-year ban from wrestling. A one-year ban from wrestling.
He pauses again, and the restless fans are getting impatient.
George Cassidy: What is he getting at?
Pearl: So Pierce, if you’d like to take a look at the new contract in your hand, you’ll be pleased to see your new AWC role is as a non-wrestler! Oh, and I threw in a little salary rise as a sweetener, considering all you’ve been through...
Pearl can barely finish his sentence through the wall of cheers that greets it, but the transformation on the two-time Transatlantic champion’s face is biggest of all, and as a broad smile develops on it the bedraggled Lavelle lights up and gives his boss a hug, which is fondly returned.
Truth Waters: That’s his game! Lavelle signs on as a non-wrestler!
Pearl: Now Sasha’s going to kill me when she finds out, so you better sign that quick, here...
Harber passes a ballpoint pen to Lavelle, who enthusiastically writes his name on the dotted line with a flourish. Harber grins as Lavelle’s eyes gleam.
Pearl: Enjoy your new role, Pierce.
Harber pats Lavelle proudly on his shoulder. The most dominant man in AWC then begins to step towards the ring steps, but Harber blocks him.
Pearl: Whoa whoa. We ain’t done here.
Lavelle frowns, and the crowd falls silent.
George Cassidy: Maybe it’s not all good news for Pierce Lavelle.
Truth Waters: You’re just hoping, aren’t you!
Pearl: When AWC first started, we created the title belts – Transatlantic, Frontier, Relentless and Livewire were the original four. But that wasn’t quite enough for me. As The Educator showed us, anyone can become champion given a bit of luck – and a bit of Serum...
Pearl half-grins, an apologetic wink directed to Lavelle, who smiles.
Pearl: So I wanted something bigger and better than a championship belt. Something that would last forever. Something that would really mean something... permanently. Something that would reward those who deserved it, and that could never be lost. So I created the AWC Roll of Legends.
Harber slips a hand into his trouser pocket and withdraws it again, tightly clenched around something.
Truth Waters: I have a feeling we’re going to like this...
Pearl: In nine months of existence, AWC has never had anyone else like you, Pierce. You’ve always been a tower of strength and a pinnacle of excellence – a shining beacon to show that desire can get you to the very top. In short, Pierce Lavelle, you are, to every one of us, and to every man, woman and child watching at home, a Legend of AWC. So consider this your induction... as the FIRST EVER AWC LEGEND!
The Hinkle Fieldhouse absolutely explodes in applause, delighted at the privilege of being there live to see their hero inducted into AWC’s Roll of Legends. Pearl opens his hand to reveal a round gold medal, which he hands to Lavelle. Lavelle takes it, scarcely able to believe his eyes, and envelops Harber in another huge hug.
Truth Waters: Pierce Lavelle becomes an AWC Legend!
George Cassidy: He’s worth it, Truth. Even I will admit he’s worth it!
Fireworks start to go off on the stage, and Lavelle and Harber turn to watch them, huge grins on their faces.
The Truth Comes Out
FEATURING: DAVID "PEARL" HARBER, TRACY, CHAINZ, ELLIS NASH, SASHA VOLKYEVA
AUTHORS: MIKE S. AND LIA
But it’s not going to be such a happy ending to the show after all.
Crew members scatter around the arena searching for Chainz and Ellis Nash, raising inquisitive glances from various AWC superstars. A crew member runs down a hallway, right past Chainz’s locker room. David “Pearl” Harber (beating that time void again) enters the room and catches Tracy just as she is putting her shoes on.
Pearl: Where is he?
Tracy: I don’t know, I swear if I did I’d tell you.
Pearl: If your boyfriend does what he’s known to do, he’ll be in some deep water. You got that?
Tracy nods as Pearl walks out of the locker room, a tear rolling down the cheek of Tracy. We follow Pearl as he heads down a corridor and reaches an intersection, choosing to go left. The camera goes right and into the boiler room, bypassing loud machines. Continuing the camera weaves in and out and finally reaches a small room.
We walk into the room, a small room most with a table in the middle and a television on a small stand in one corner. A fridge on the other side means this is most likely a break room for the workers who toil in the boiler room and the surrounding area.
Inside is a chair, on the chair sits a tied up and still unconscious Ellis Nash, on Ellis Nash sits Chainz. He is sitting on her lap, staring at her closed eyes and beautiful face. Slowly her eyes open and grow wide in fear as she sees her capture inches from her face. She screams, but it’s clear that her cries will not be heard over the loud machinery, Chainz having scouted the area ahead of time.
Chainz: Shhh, calm down honey, don’t you fret I haven’t forgotten you my pet.
Ellis Nash: Let… me… go!
Chainz: I’m afraid I can’t do that just yet, we have some issues to resolve.
Ellis Nash: What issues?
Chainz: Oh I don’t know, how about our love child?
Ellis Nash: Never.
Chainz: I’ve had so many women tell me never in my life time. They think they’re so high and mighty, like they’re above me. I just love putting bitches like that into place. Your sister was just like that at first, all stuck up and confident. Flaunting her sex about like she could do anything she wanted, well I had to teach her a lesson. Now she got better over time and like I said before our child was due. She had been pregnant for six months, but than the trouble started. That slut cheated on me, on more than one occasion and I knew it. I confronted her about it and you know what she said?
Chainz looks at Ellis as if he’s expecting a response, she doesn’t say a word, but her look is enough to kill, not doing a thing for Chainz though.
Chainz: Now you choose to be quiet, well I’ll tell ya anyway. She said she was leaving me and she was going to have an abortion, an ABORTION. Not just any abortion, but a partial birth abortion. Basically they give birth to the child and suck it’s brains out with a tube. That was my child, my work, my creation and she was going to get rid of him, I don’t think so.
Ellis Nash: What did you do to her?
Chainz: All in good time, I actually have a surprise for you. I think seeing is believing and I’ve got a tape that will warp your fragile little mind. Before that though our child is going to be so lovely, you know I hope it’s a baby girl, a cute baby girl.
Chainz looks up to the ceiling with a grin on his face. When he looks back at Ellis she is ready and spits right in his face. Chainz sits there and lets the spittle linger on his cheek, before wiping it off. He stands up calmly and goes over to the table, grabbing some chewing tobacco he had brought with him. He takes a bit of it and begins chewing it greedily, starring a hole through Ellis the whole time. Suddenly he grabs Ellis’ cheeks and holds her mouth open. He snorts and spits a mix of spit, tobacco, and snot into Ellis’ reluctant open mouth. Chainz shuts her mouth with one hand and pinches her nose shut with the other. Ellis wiggles around, struggling to free herself and draw some breath.
Chainz: You better swallow that shit.
Ellis finally has no choice but to swallow the nasty concoction. Chainz releases her as she breathes in air. Chainz backs up and laughs at the amusement he’s just seen.
Chainz: Oh damn, you’re a natural whore honey. I wonder what else you’d swallow you filthy little bitch.
Ellis Nash: I swear to God I will kill you in the FUCKING FACE when I get out of here.
Chainz winds back and slaps Ellis across the face. She comes back and stares at Chainz, not crying out. Chainz slaps her again, harder this time, but Ellis doesn’t allow a cry to escape her mouth. Chainz looks pissed and begins slapping Ellis repeatedly back and forth. After about six slaps he stops as tears escape the reluctant beauties eyes, which she tries to blink away but to no avail.
Chainz: Ha, I always get what I want from my girls, but damn girl, you like it rough huh? I think I can accommodate you in our future sex life; I’ll treat you like the crazy sex nympho you are.
Ellis Nash: You’re dead, I swear to the god of crazy psycho pigs that you’re dead.
Chainz: Really?
Instead of a slap Chainz delivers a closed punch that will no doubt leave a black eye. Chainz places a thumb over Ellis’ left eye.
Chainz: You know I could pop your eye like a zit and watch all your shit come rolling down.
Ellis squirms, but Chainz removes his thumb from her face.
Chainz: Nah that’d be too easy and I want you wide eyed for what you’re about to see. Now, ladies and gentlemen for the first time ever, I present to you a home video a la Chainz, enjoy and please leave questions for after the flick.
Chainz pops the tape in the television and turns it on. He grabs a seat and sits to the side of Ellis so he can see her face and her reaction to the movie. Chainz smiles as Ellis doesn’t know where to look, but finally settles on the television set.
A lovely lady appears on camera, she has blond hair and a certain resemblance to Ellis Nash.
Mike Sloan: Hey baby, what you got down there?
Lady: Why this old thing, it’s just our baby boy.
She rubs her pregnant stomach.
Mike Sloan: Really, is that pussy mine too?
Lady: Of course.
Mike Sloan: So why have you been opening those legs for people other than me?
The lady looks stunned as if a sack of bricks had just hit here. Mike Sloan places the camera on something and walks into frame. He looks as he does now, except maybe fifty pounds lighter, but still incredibly large.
He walks over to the lady and holds her face lovingly. She smiles forcing Mike Sloan to smile, but the smile quickly disappears. Mike Sloan kisses her on the lips.
Mike Sloan: Sorry baby.
The lady looks confused and than her eyes go wide as Sloan brings a fist to her face. She drops to the ground, blood already coming out of her mouth. Mike Sloan mounts her and begins punching her face relentlessly. After several punches her face is a crimson mask of blood and flesh. Mike Sloan grabs her head and slams it repeatedly into the ground. He stops and stands over his fiancée.
Mike Sloan: What you think I wouldn’t find out? Bitch I see everyone and know everything about you. I know when you sleep, I know when you eat, I know when you piss. Everything about you is mine and mine alone, so who gave you the right to go out and fuck every guy you met, huh? You thought I wouldn’t find out? Please, I fucking knew when I first met you that you were a whore than and you would always be, but I was weak. I thought maybe you would change for me, maybe we could lead a normal life, but instead the past seven months have been nothing but a waste of time. I’m going to do to you what I should have done the first night I saw you. Pray to God Ally, pray he has mercy on a whore like you.
Mike Sloan produces a sharp hunting knife and looks at it lovingly. Ally tries to crawl away, but she is completely spent and in pain. Tears flow freely from her eyes and flow down her blood stained face. Mike Sloan rips the shirt off of her exposing her belly. The television stations immediately cut the feed in fear of a lawsuit. All the viewers at home see is a black screen – “We’ll be back shortly.” But you? You’re privileged. You see everything this sick fuck did.
Mike Sloan flips the knife in his hand and brings it down on the belly, carefully. Ally screams and cries out in anguish and extreme pain as Mike Sloan makes a cut in her belly. Blood goes everywhere, but Ally doesn’t seem to be of any concern to Mike Sloan. After the cut is long enough Mike Sloan rummages in her stomach and after a minute or so produces a red mass, which on closer inspection is a baby.
The baby is very small and isn’t making any noises. Ally has fainted long ago and is lying gutted and bleeding all over the place, although the wound in the stomach was expertly done, as if Mike Sloan had medical experience.
Mike Sloan cuts the umbilical cord and brings the baby boy close to his ear, trying to hear a breath or a pulse. After not hearing anything, Mike Sloan places the baby on the ground and clears its throat. He than begins to administer C.P.R., but after some time it becomes obvious that the baby had no chance in hell of surviving. Mike Sloan stands up, blood soaked. He yells in aguish as a tear drops from his eye.
Mike Sloan: DAMN IT, fuck. Damn fucking whore.
Mike Sloan stomps around cursing under his breath, eyes wide with rage at holding his baby in his arms just to watch it die in front of him. Without warning Mike Sloan grabs the baby by the feet and slams it against the ground, over and over again. He tosses the mass of blood, guts, and bones that once was a child to the side. Grabbing his knife he goes over to the pile and slices the baby into tiny pieces, which he places in a bag that he brings in from off camera. Mike Sloan looks back at Ally as she lies in a pile of her own blood, her face still starring at Mike, though there is nothing in her eyes. Mike Sloan turns her over onto her stomach.
Mike Sloan: Don’t look at me like that whore, I did everything I could to save my baby. You were going to have him aborted; at least I tried to save him.
The wind blows Ally’s hair and clothes about.
Mike Sloan: Well I might as well take the opportunity to get one last fuck in right?
Mike Sloan pulls down Ally’s pants and looks at her naked bottom. He begins to unzip his pants. He grabs Ally’s leg and drags her off camera and the camera stays on the scene of the crime. Loud humping noises can be heard off screen that are even more disturbing than actually bearing witness to the vile act.
Mike Sloan: Fucking slut, like fucking the grand canyon.
Chainz stands up and turns the television off.
Chainz: Well you can figure out where it goes from there, the river was a perfect means of discarding that bitch.
Ellis Nash vomits all over the floor near her and looks green. She looks up at Chainz with tears streaking down her face.
Chainz: You wanted to know the truth didn’t you? Guess some things are harder to stomach than you think.
Ellis Nash: You… bitch, everything you did to her I’ll do to you.
Chainz: Can’t wait.
Ellis cries as Chainz retrieves the tape from the VCR.
Chainz: Can’t forget this, might have to crank one out later tonight if you get my drift.
Ellis Nash: I can’t wait till they bust you for those crimes.
Chainz turns, a cocky grin on his face.
Chainz: Ha ha ha, yeah right. They already tried me for your sister’s murder and I was found not guilty, means I can’t be tried for her murder anymore. Same with the baby, you know this video seriously would have helped them out. Therefore there is nothing anyone can do about it. You think I’d show you this if it incriminated me straight to jail? Come now, I’ve told everyone that I’m a genius, but no one seems to want to listen.
Ellis Nash: You’re a fucking animal, worse than an animal, you’re a monster, a sick bastard. You’re the spawn of Satan himself and when I send you to him you’ll fry.
Chainz: Yeah maybe, but I won’t be alone, your slut of a sister will be waiting for me.
Ellis Nash: I hate you!
Chainz: And I’m loving you, I tell you what. You see that tape, well the same thing can happen to you lickity split, you don’t want that to happen. If you don’t care, I’m sure I could find someone who is dear and close to you, there’s always someone.
Ellis Nash: Fuck you!
Chainz: So here’s how it’s going to go; you bear me the child your slut of a sister owed me and that’ll be the end of our little relationship. I’ll take my child and you’ll never have any more dealings with me. Refuse me and I will rein hell onto your world and bring you to your knees. Think about it baby, and don’t keep me waiting.
Chainz walks up to Ellis and kisses her directly on her lips. Ellis tries to resist, but Chainz holds her head in place. He walks out of the room and from the boiler room. Once in the hallway he immediately runs into Pearl and Sasha Volkyeva.
Pearl: Chainz, where is she? What did you do?
Chainz: Relax man, we just had to clear the air a bit. She’s fine; I actually have big plans for her later on.
Sasha Volkyeva: Look Chainz, I supported you in past ventures, but this is too much. You can’t do these type of things anymore, we don’t run a business full of animals here.
Chainz: So you’re saying I shouldn’t impregnate her?
Sasha Volkyeva: Not against her will.
Chainz: Well how bout you then?
Sasha looks stunned and Pearl is speechless.
Chainz: Oh come now, so you can screw Murphy, but when a real man offers his dick you can’t open your mouth? Typical, but Sasha you have backed me in the past and I hope you continue to do so because as Pearl here can attest, it’s better to be with me than against me.
Chainz just laughs as he walks off. Pearl and Sasha rush into the boiler room, followed by crew member and the medical staff. The horror that awaits them is too much for many of them to handle. The scene gratefully fades to black.