Cheapest Introduction... EVER!
FEATURING: n/a
AUTHOR: PIERRE HYDE
BLACK.
The ominous bass sound. Just one note. Rising and falling. Louder and softer.
And then the blood. Sweeping across the screen, right to left, bottom to top. Washing like a tide.
RED.
Robbed of its purity. Polluted and raped. Bloodied.
BLOODLUST.
TAXI!
FEATURING: TERESA TOMAS, MIKE WADE
AUTHORS: SONYA AND MIKE
A yellow cab pulls into the parking area and stops at the back entrance. It’s your typical yellow cab with black and white checkered stripes with an old man driving that looks like he hasn’t shaved or bathed in a month. Luckily, for the passenger, the cab driver has his window rolled down. The back door opens and Teresa steps out carrying a bottle of Miller beer. She’s decked out in worn out jeans, a untucked black t-shirt reading “REALLY BUZZED” in silver letters. She reaches in the back seat and grabs her black duffel bag, and pays the driver. She begins to open the back door when she is stopped buy a hand to her shoulder. When she turns her head, she sees Mike Wade giving her a cocky grin. The type of grin you just want to smack off.
Mike Wade: Hey Tomas. Couldn’t help but notice the cab. Tough luck huh? I mean losing your truck and all.
Teresa sneers and forces Mike’s hand off her shoulder. She then finishes her beer and tosses the empty bottle in a trash bin next to the back door.
Teresa Tomas: Get outta my way Wade. I’m not in the mood.
Mike’s grin spreads and he steps closer sneaking his hand behind her and gives her butt a playful smack.
Mike Wade: Since Ellis is Facey’s bitch. How about you be mine?
In response, Teresa simply laughs and mockingly rests her hand on his cheek.
Teresa Tomas: You’re gonna have to try harder than that to get this ass, Slick. Unlike most of the women in AWC, I don’t just give it to anybody. By the way, good luck with Paddy.
Teresa then enters the Savvis Center, letting the back door shut in Mike’s face.
Heroic Henry vs Charles Kensrue
STIPULATION: SINGLES
REFEREE: SELENA SUMNER
AUTHOR: JEREMY J.
Truth Waters: Okay, folks, we kick things off, having ourselves a good ol’ fashion wrestling match. Two superstars are making their pay-per-view debuts: Heroic Henry and Charles Kensrue. These two had a bit of an altercation this past week, which led to this match. Will Heroic Henry make it two for two in his AWC career, or will Charles Kensrue defeat the superhero?
George Cassidy: Heroic Henry a superhero? Are you kidding me? Heroic Henry is a delusional man who thinks he’s a superhero. After this match tonight against Charles Kensrue, Henry will review his territory.
Truth Waters: Fair enough. Let’s go down to the ring. Take it away, James Brunt.
James Brunt: The following is the opening singles match.
“Freewill” by Rush starts to play as Heroic Henry steps onto the stage, making his way down to the ring, being welcomed by everyone in the arena, cheering him on.
James Brunt: Introducing first, from Uncasville, Connecticut, weighing in at 300 pounds... HEROIC HENRY!
Truth Waters: Listen to the ovation the fans are giving to everyone’s favorite superhero, Heroic Henry.
George Cassidy: Psh, whatever. HA HA! Lookit the retard! He tripped getting into the ring! That was classic!
Indeed George Cassidy is right. When Heroic Henry tries to get into the ring, his foot gets caught in the ropes, causing him to trip and fall into the ring. Henry makes a quick recovery, blushing after his mishap.
James Brunt: And his opponent...
“Music Box” by Thrice starts to play as Charles Kensrue makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the mixed reaction from the fans.
James Brunt: From Langley, British Columbia, Canada, weighing in at 190 pounds... CHARLES KENSRUE!
Unlike Heroic Henry, Charles Kensrue gets into the ring without any problems. With both combatants in the ring, ring announcer James Brunt leaves the ring and referee Selena Sumner calls for the bell. Both men meet in the center of the ring, Henry extends his right hand out to Charles, wanting to shake his hand and wish him good luck, because that’s the kind of guy “Kid Calvin” is. Ignoring the handshake, Kensrue throws a spinning back kick into the gut of Henry, doubling the much larger man over, and drives a knee into the side of the head. The Missouri fans boo at Kensrue’s underhanded tactics. He picks up the overweight superstar, whipping him into the ropes. Kensrue bounces off the opposite ropes and catches Henry with a Flying Clothesline, taking the large opponent down to the mat again. He goes for the first pin fall of the night:
ONE!
TWO!
Heroic Henry muscles out after the two by pressing the smaller opponent off his chest. Hank is slow to his feet, sitting himself up to regain his composure. He was moving too slow, however, when Charles gets to his feet and administers a Dropkick into the back of Hank’s head.
Truth Waters: Charles Kensrue is all over Heroic Henry! Hank can’t even mount any defense yet!
George Cassidy: That’s because Charles can run laps around this fat piece of garbage.
Truth Waters: He ain’t fat, he’s big-boned.
George Cassidy: Thank you, Cartman.
Truth Waters: Watch yourself, son.
Charles Kensrue picks up Heroic Henry, whipping him into the ropes, but Hank reverses the Irish Whip and sends the smaller superstar into the ropes. Kensrue flies at Hank with a Spinning Heel Kick, but Hank is ready for him, catching him in midair and drops him across the knee with a Captured Backbreaker! The fans are on their feet, cheering the big man on!
“HEN-RY! HEN-RY! HEN-RY! HEN-RY!”
Heroic Henry picks up his opponent, picks him up over his head with a Gorilla Press Slam, but Charles Kensrue slips behind Hank and kicks Hank in the back of his knee after he lands on his feet, taking the big man down to one knee. Afterwards, Kensrue uses a Tajiri-like reverse spinning roundhouse kick right in the side of the head, rattling the brains of “The Super Heroic.” CK goes for another pin attempt:
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
NO! Heroic Henry kicked out before three. Charles Kensrue goes for a simple Headlock on Hank, but Hank muscles out of the weak Headlock using all of his strength to push his smaller opponent off. Hank manages to get to his feet and quickly - much to his surprise - throws a big, yet sloppy, boot right into CK’s face!
Truth Waters: Good night! What a boot by Heroic Henry! He might’ve knocked Charles Kensrue out cold!
Heroic Henry makes the lateral press, not hooking a leg. That’s Hank’s first mistake in this match:
ONE!
TWO!
Charles Kensrue quickly and easily kicks out.
Truth Waters: Ooh! Heroic Henry could’ve had Charles Kensrue with that massive Clothesline!
George Cassidy: Thankfully, he doesn’t know how to hook at leg yet.
Truth Waters: Give the kid a break. He hasn’t been wrestling long.
“Kid Calvin” Heroic Henry picks up his smaller opponent, throwing a couple if big right hands, rocking CK into the ropes. Hank whips Kensrue into the ropes and Kensrue eat a face full of biceps are getting hit by a meaty Clothesline! The fans are on their feet, cheering for “The Super Heroic.” Hank picks up CK, whipping him into the upper left-hand corner of the ring. With a head full of steam, he charges at CK, possibly going for a splash of some sort, but is countered when CK trips Hank up with a Drop Toehold, sending Hank face first into the middle turnbuckle. Hank lands backward on his back, holding his face, giving CK the opportunity to springboard off the top rope and drop a leg across Hank’s face! He goes for the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
George Cassidy: Three!
Truth Waters: No! He got his foot on the rope!
Well, I’ll be damned! Heroic Henry indeed got his foot on the rope! A veteran’s move on Hank’s part. Charles Kensrue drops a knee onto Hank’s forehead, but to cause some pain to superhero. He picks up the large opponent, then drops him, holding his back.
Truth Waters: Well look at that! Charles Kensrue threw his back out trying to pick up Heroic Henry! Now I’ve seen everything.
George Cassidy: You’d throw your back out too if you’re trying to pick up a man who weighs as much as a whale.
Heroic Henry gets to his feet, throwing a hard right hand into Charles Kensrue’s face, knocking him down onto the mat. Next, Hank turns CK onto his stomach, dropping an elbow onto the small of CK’s back! Hank is doing a smart thing, dropping elbows on CK’s back: he’s eliminating CK’s high-flying style. Even though Charles hasn’t done very many high-flying moves in this match, Hank doesn’t want to stick around giving Kensrue the chance to do so. He picks up CK, scooping him up into the air, then slams him down with a stiff Body Slam, but the angling of the slam looks kind of painful, since CK landed on his shoulder blades. “Kid Calvin” goes for the cover, hooking the leg this time:
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
No! Charles Kensrue manages to get the shoulder up.
George Cassidy: Whew! Charles Kensrue got the shoulders up! As Richard Parker from PRIME would say, thank Hoyt for that!
Truth Waters: Thank Ho--- You don’t even know who Hoyt Williams is!
Heroic Henry gets to his feet, trying to rally up the fans, giving him “strength” I suppose you could it that, to help Hank put away Charles Kensrue. He grabs CK by an arm and slides him towards a corner of the ring. Hank goes over to the corner, slowly and carefully climbing the corner. When he gets to the middle turnbuckle, his foot slips, causing him to land hard on the back of his head! This gives CK the opportunity to capitalize on Hank’s mistake, by going for the lateral press, putting both feet on the ropes!
Truth Waters! Hey, ref! He’s got his feet on the ropes!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Referee Selena Sumner calls for the bell as “Music Box” by Thrice starts to play! Truth Waters: Dammit! Charles Kensrue had to put his feet on the ropes to win! Son of a bitch!
George Cassidy: Hey, man, a win’s a win.
Charles Kensrue exits the ring, holding his lower back with his left arm and raising his right arm into the air, looking back at Heroic Henry, laughing at him. Hank can only look back in disgust, pounding his fist onto the mat, then gets to his feet.
Truth Waters: That’s a heartbreaker, ladies and gentlemen. Heroic Henry lost due to underhanded cheating by Charles Kensrue. These two men will meet up again someday and Hank will get his redemption; you can count on that. We have more action coming up – in fact, it’s right NOW. There are so many matches scheduled tonight that we’ll barely be jumping backstage at all! It’s straight on to Mapleleaf and Tomas.
Patrick Mapleleaf vs Teresa Tomas
STIPULATION: SINGLES
REFEREE: JOSEPH REID
AUTHOR: TRENT
Truth Waters: Alright, in this next contest we see a wrap up to a building feud over the past month…
George Cassidy: Interesting? We have a crazy redneck from Tennessee battling a boisterous Canadian, and that’s all it deserves is interesting?
Truth Waters: Well, what else would you call it?
George Cassidy: I’m not sure, but I’ve been looking forward to this one for a while… on one hand, I want to root for the one that calls America home, but on the other hand, I want that Mapleleaf to feed some sense into the uncontrollable drinking redneck. How does Pearl even allow somebody who is intoxicated for every match wrestle? At least there’s somebody trying to do something about it.
Truth Waters: Well, there’s a little truth in that, but I can’t lie, the Redneck Princess has some spunk and I like it. And that arrogant Canadian marching around like he owns the place, that just doesn’t fly with me.
George Cassidy: Well, what does fly with you?
Truth Waters: People who have respect.
George Cassidy: Anybody that carries a bottle of Jack Daniels to the ring doesn’t apply to that, Truth. Hey, there she is now!
The famous horn of the Dukes of Hazzard’s General Lee seeps through the P.A. system, blasting “Dixie.” This is followed by Waylon Jennings picking the intro to “Good Ole Boys” A record scratching abruptly stops the Southern anthem, followed by utter silence. Without warning a cannon is heard blasting through the speakers and the lights begin to flicker violently, “Big Guns” by AC/DC floods the building. Teresa Jane Tomas, Top Rope Temptress, THE American Woman, and AWC’s own Redneck Princess marches down the entrance ramp with a bottle of Jack Daniels in hand. She stops mid-way, takes a long swig and chucks the nearly full bottle of booze over her shoulder into the crowd for a thirsty fan to enjoy before she completes her journey to the ring.
James Brunt: The following is a singles match! Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee, Teresa Tomas!
Truth Waters: Well, either way, she certainly does look ready for battle. Patrick Mapleleaf hasn’t treated her greatly as of late, and I don’t blame her for wanting to punch his face in.
George Cassidy: Funny, I think Mapleleaf is doing her a favour!
Truth Waters: By insulting her?
George Cassidy: By showing her that she doesn’t belong here!
Truth Waters: Hey, I’ve been trying to get the same message across to Pearl concerning you, but we don’t always get what we want, do we?
George Cassidy: I don’t know about you, but…
Truth Waters: Oh, don’t even go there.
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 entrance way. The jumbo screen shows a waving Canadian flag, which Mapleleaf points to and points his hand over his heart.
James Brunt: And her opponent, from Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 254 pounds, Patrick Mapleleaf!
He smiles in a surly fashion to the fans, mockingly waving as he makes his way down the ramp. Fans are yelling taunts at him, but he brushes it off, not even listening.
The instrumental Canadian National Anthem continues as Mapleleaf climbs up the stairs into the ring, taking his time. He lifts the middle rope and walks into the centre. 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.
Truth Waters: Official Joseph Reid assigned to this match, and hopefully he’ll be able to keep these two under control in this regular match.
George Cassidy: Yeah, Pearl really hit the spot on this one… a singles match at Bloodlust.
Truth Waters: That’s why he runs this promotion, and you sit here and bitch for a half-ass salary and no bonus at the end of the year.
Patrick Mapleleaf challenges Tomas to a grapple in mid-ring to commence the match, and the Redneck Princess surprisingly accepts. Mapleleaf moves in and steps into her, grabbing for the grapple but his opponent slips underneath his outstretched arms and puts him into a waist lock. The much bigger Canadian native easily stands his ground and throws an elbow backwards into Tomas’s chest, causing her to double over and be at the mercy of her adversary. Mapleleaf takes advantage and pulls her into a headlock, wrenching hard on her neck.
Truth Waters: This match is quickly looking to be a more technical one…
George Cassidy: Well, they are technical wrestlers.
Truth Waters: Teresa Tomas should try and use her aerial strategy against the Canadian submission specialist…
The defender places her hand on Mapleleaf’s back and tries to push him away from her, but the attacker keeps his ground, putting more pressure on her head. Eventually Tomas gets enough momentum to cause the two to stumble towards the ropes. Mapleleaf tries to keep the headlock on and pull her away from the ropes but Tomas is quick to hook her arm around the top rope, sending Mapleleaf stumbling into the middle of the ring. The Canadian angrily comes back at his roped opponent, but the woman is prepared, throwing her knee hard into his mid-section. He doubles over and Tomas soccer kicks him hard in the face, sweeping him from his feet and sending him sprawling on his back. Tomas pounces on him quickly and delivers a few quick right hands, the crowd getting behind her.
Truth Waters: Early on this match is back and forth, hopefully an omen of things to come.
George Cassidy: Mapleleaf is just getting warmed up.
Teresa Tomas hops back to her feet and bounces off the closest ropes, then comes back and crashes down on Mapleleaf with a hard elbow drop to his sternum. She tries for the early pin.
ONE!
Mapleleaf easily gets out of the early pin. Both wrestlers are to their feet and get into a grapple early. The Canadian easily overpowers Tomas, forcing her into the corner of the ring. He chokes her out with a two-hand grip around her neck until Reid nears a five count, where he lets go. He backs off momentarily then comes screaming back with a right hand chop to the redneck’s chest. After a few more of these, knife-edge style, the skin just above the woman’s cleavage is almost the same color as the ring cable. The man responsible for this backs off and cockily taunts her and the crowd.
Truth Waters: The arrogance of this man towards this woman pisses me off, but I can’t deny it’s effective.
George Cassidy: The history of assholes and pricks is exactly that, Truth. The good guy doesn’t always win.
Truth Waters: Well in this case, it’s a woman, but nevertheless…
After a brief lapse in his attack, Mapleleaf tries yet again for another Knife-Edge Chop. This time around the tides turn, however, because Tomas is ready and grabs the Canadian’s wrist in time then kicks him in the mid-section. She grabs him by the head as if to set up for a DDT, but Mapleleaf is again too strong and spears her back into he turnbuckle. Keeping in the same position he hoists his opponent to the top turnbuckle. He takes a little too long, though, and the Nashville native reverses by flipping over his back and bringing him down hard with a neck breaker.
Truth Waters: Bah gawd!
George Cassidy: Woah there, Truth, don’t you think it’s a little to early to pull that out?
Truth Waters: Tomas has the pin! This is gonna be close!
ONE!
TWO!
Mapleleaf kicks out, keeping his hopes alive even after the devastating neck breaker. Tomas seem to have gained some momentum out of this, however, and the crowd is behind her as she crawls to her feet and pulls her opponent up after. She levels him with a couple of right hands as her fan support rallies. The redneck backs her adversary into the ropes and Irish Whips him back to the opposite ring cables. Mapleleaf comes back into Tomas’s trap, who executes a drop-toe hold to hang her opponent up on the second turnbuckle.
Truth Waters: The man sporting the leaf in a bit of a pickle here!
George Cassidy: He’s Canadian, remember, so I think he’d be in more of a… oh, I don’t know…
Truth Waters: It’s sad, Cassidy, even we don’t know enough about Canada to think of a distinguishable vegetable!
George Cassidy: Whale blubber?
Truth Waters: Not bad, I’ll give you that.
The Redneck Princess comes flying off the opposite ring ropes right towards Mapleleaf, and leaps towards him, trying to land her crotch on his neck to choke him on the ropes. The defender slips off the cable at the last second, however, leaving Tesesa Tomas to slide right through the gap between the second and third ropes. She crashes dangerously to the outside. ONE!
Truth Waters: Bah gawd!
George Cassidy: Okay, you’re abusing it now.
TWO! Mapleleaf collapses into the corner to catch his breath while Joseph Reid continues the count-out. THREE! Teresa Tomas is slowly getting to her feet. FOUR! Tomas slides back into the ring as Mapleleaf readies himself, going on the offence immediately with some stiff kicks to Tomas’s back. After wearing her down enough, the Canadian rolls her over and retreats to her feet, where he grabs her legs and folds them into position to a Sharpshooter. He isn’t quick enough to execute his country’s legendary submission, though, and the redneck scrambles onto the bottom rope.
Truth Waters: Teresa Tomas avoided potential disaster on that one… she really needs to go aerial, because I doubt she can beat the Canadian at the technical game.
George Cassidy: Finally, you stay true to your name!
The Canadian pulls his opponent away from the ropes to the middle of the ring, but following this can’t get a good hold on her kicking legs, and eventually gets a heel right to the chin, sending him reeling backwards and giving the Nashville native time to get to her feet. Mapleleaf comes back at her and tries for a clothesline. Tomas ducks it swiftly, and she catches her opponent from behind with a Spinning Wheel Kick, sending him to a face plant on the canvas. She straddles him immediately and executes a chin lock.
Truth Waters: A rather powerful submission from the smaller technician, let’s see if it pays off.
George Cassidy: Jeez, this move went out of style when Scott Steiner retired!
Truth Waters: Did he retire? Guess the steroids caught up to him…
George Cassidy: A bold assumption, but I agree.
Truth Waters: His balls are probably as shriveled as yours get when you’re around women!
Patrick Mapleleaf eventually powers himself to the ring cables, where he stretches out and grabs onto one before the pain gets to him. Teresa Tomas releases the hold, then walks confidently over to the corner, then mounts the turnbuckle readily. The weary Canadian is slow to his feet, recovering from a sore neck. The redneck launches towards her unaware opponent and clocks him with a missile dropkick.
Truth Waters: Nice move by the female! That might be the momentum she needs.
George Cassidy: Nice of you to point out her gender.
Truth Waters: Wait; you’re not being sarcastic, are you?
George Cassidy: Actually, no, it’s hard to tell sometimes… that she’s a woman.
Truth Waters: Huh?
George Cassidy: Never mind.
Tomas recovers from the leap and is back on Mapleleaf, hooking his leg.
ONE!
TWO!
Joseph Reid halts the count as the pinned wrestler gets his foot on the ropes. Tomas gets off of him angrily, then pulls him to the middle of the ring, and retreats to the top rope for a second attack. She leaps off with an elbow drop in mind, but she hits all mat as the Canadian rolls out of the way.
Truth Waters: Perhaps Tomas was a little overzealous there… this one could be changing hands again.
George Cassidy: This match is all lust, and no blood. I’m disappointed.
Truth Waters: Well, there’s only so much you can expect from a match without a stipulation.
George Cassidy: My point exactly!
Tomas seems helpless after crashing to the canvas, so Mapleleaf crawls onto her for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
The Redneck Princess gets her shoulder up in time. Mapleleaf moves off of her, then to one knee, trying to get on his feet. He shakes out the cobwebs from the dropkick before grabbing a handful of his opponent’s hair, pulling her up. The Canadian hooks an arm around her neck and gets her into a sleeper hold. He pulls hard on her neck, choking her out. She wearily tries to escape the hold but fails as the attacker seems intent on blocking the blood flow to her head.
Truth Waters: Patrick Mapleleaf continues to show good strategy in this match, working his strengths well.
George Cassidy: Aside from him being Canadian…
Truth Waters: Don’t finish that sentence.
George Cassidy: What? I was going to compliment him…
Joseph Reid takes one of Tomas’s hand and raises it into the air, then lets go. It drops. ONE! He does this again. TWO! He tries for a third time as Mapleleaf chokes her out with even more viscosity, intent on ending the match here. Tomas keeps her hand in the air however and the typical crowd reaction follows, and Tomas follows the cliché with an elbow to Mapleleaf’s mid-section, trying to turn the tables. She slips out of the sleeper and goes behind the Canadian, but stumbles away from him, still weary from the sleeper. Mapleleaf turns around to face her and they slowly exchange rights and lefts.
Truth Waters: Neither one of these competitors willing to let this one go…
George Cassidy: Hey, so there is a reason for feuds after all.
Truth Waters: What’s up with this sarcastic Cassidy thing? I don’t like it.
George Cassidy: I’m trying new angles.
After nobody gains the upper hand, both wresters resort to a sprint off the ring cables. The end result is a collision in mid-ring, with both wrestlers falling to the canvas at the same time. Joseph Reid is on the scene, beginning the count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!
Truth Waters: Don’t tell me this is going to end in double count-out…
SIX!
George Cassidy: This is a pay per view. These fans deserve better.
SEVEN!
Truth Waters: Since when did you care about the fans?
EIGHT!
George Cassidy: Trying new angles, Truth.
NINE!
By this time, both wrestlers are showing life and both of them find their feet, but are very unsteady. Mapleleaf gets a burst of adrenaline and clocks his opponent with a forearm shot. He slowly pulls her back to a standing position, then uses both hands to grip her neck and push her into the corner, keeping the choke on. However, in a series of stumbling, referee Joseph Reid gets knocked over and falls to the canvas.
Truth Waters: Oh, this can’t be good.
George Cassidy: Oh, this can.
Patrick Mapleleaf continues to choke out his female adversary in the corner, but Tomas counters with a swift kick right to the groin. Joseph Reid is helpless and doesn’t see it, as Mapleleaf stumbles backwards into the middle of the ring, clutching his jewels in agony. Teresa Tomas uses both hands to propel herself to mount the top rope, and waits for the Canadian to regain his composure.
Truth Waters: Tomas should be able to finish this match here if she connects!
George Cassidy: Blatant kick to the groin! That should be a DQ, c’mon Reid!
Truth Waters: Like you say, Cass, all in the game of wrestling!
Mapleleaf puts his head up as Tomas barrels down on him with an attempt for a flying clothesline, but at the last second the Canadian shows some impressive skill and grabs her by the arm, slams her to the canvas and locks on the Full Blown Canadian.
Truth Waters: Full Blown Canadian! What a reversal!
George Cassidy: BAH GAWD! That’s three BAH GAWDs in one match! Wait, four!
The crowd tries to rally behind Tomas, but she is in a world of hurt. Joseph Reid is back on the ball and is on the mat in front of the redneck, tempting her to tap out. The Canadian is ruthless with his version of the crippler crossface, and seems intent on ripping the shoulder right out of the Nashville native’s socket.
Truth Waters: Teresa Tomas showing some real gall here, but she’s not in the ideal position to get out of this one.
Teresa Tomas bangs furiously on the canvas, throwing in the proverbial towel, and referee Joseph Reid calls for the bell.
George Cassidy: The Canadian prevails!
Truth Waters: But not without a fight, that’s for sure.
Joseph Reid turns back to Mapleleaf, who still is pulling back on his opponent’s arm. He hasn’t broken the submission even after the match, and doesn’t seem like he’s going to.
Truth Waters: Oh c’mon you arrogant bastard, show some sportsmanship!
George Cassidy: I see no wrong doing! He mustn’t have heard the bell.
Joseph Reid eventually pries the attacker from his ruthlessness, and even refuses to raise his hand. Patrick Mapleleaf seems content with this, however, and raises both hands in the air with a huge smile on his face, which is mopped with sweat. The crowd returns this with a chorus of boos.
James Brunt: And the winner, Patrick Mapleleaf!
Truth Waters: Well, that’s all for this contest, but we still have an action-packed night ahead. I personally can’t wait for the Handicap match that’s been arranged for our “King”...
George Cassidy: Hey, Truth, I’m glad you’ve finally come around. Join the parade.
Truth Waters: I hope Jack Murphy shoves that crown right up the Face-Eater’s ass.
George Cassidy: This is Murphy’s night, Truth, however he goes about it!
Truth Waters: We’ll be back! Stay alert for more thirty dollar pay-per-view!
The Hidden Cache... Foiled
FEATURING: HATE, LUIS FERRARA, ANTON ASSAULT
AUTHOR: JAAKKO OKSA
The view cuts backstage, right behind the hulking form of Hate. The red-faced cultist is dressed in his usual trenchcoat, but now he has some props with him as well. On his right shoulder, he carries with relative ease a rather large, oblong cardboard box, bearing no markings on the outside. On his left hand he carries a black baseball bat, quite effectively wrapped in barbwire. Clearly, he is searching for something as he walks through the corridors of the arena, nearing the entrance stage with his strides.
Finally, Hate rounds a corner and finds a small, nondescript door, marked with a small black symbol. Hate smiles and sets the cardboard box down on the ground, balancing it with his muscular right hand.
Hate: Praised be your work, my minions. Praised be your work, Azag---
Hate suddenly falls silent and serious, but soon a look of determination takes over his face. He rips the door open, revealing a small closet behind it. With care, Hate stuffs the cardboard box inside the closet, tossing aside some mops labeled ”FREDROCK~!’S OWN, DO NOT TOUCHE” with red crayon. However, while working, Hate doesn’t notice the two shapes sneaking up on him, and only when one of them speaks does he turn around to greet them.
Luis Ferrara: What the hell is 'zis, mang?
Hate turns around completely to face Luis Ferrara and his protégé Anton Assault. Assault is in full ring gear already, obviously totally focused on their match later on in the night. Hate stares at The Lion for a moment before he turns his stare towards Ferrara, his eyes full of distaste for the smaller man.
Hate: What seems to be the problem, rat? Shouldn’t you and your pet be preparing for our confrontation tonight? Perhaps by reserving a seat at a local hospital?
Both Ferrara and Anton Assault seem rather unhappy with Hate’s comments, which prompts the cultist to smile with a wicked grin. However, Luis Ferrara focuses himself and then points at the barbwire baseball bat, still held by Hate.
Luis Ferrara: I jus' wanna know what the hell that is. You tryin' t' pull some shit?
Hate: What, this? Oh, it is nothing, I assure you. Mere… Insurance, at this point.
Ferrara shakes his head, while Anton Assault looks on, his eyes filled with anger. He then speaks up again, his voice gaining a blaming edge as he unloads on Hate verbally.
Luis Ferrara: Oh, INSURANCE? Well, you know what, esse? I think that’s a load of bullshit. You know what I think? I think you just hidin' this shit around so you can bring the Lion back and get him from behind. I knew you were a fuckin' punk-ass bitch.
Hate stares at Ferrara, then lifts the baseball bat up. Ferrara takes a hurried step backwards and Anton Assault steps protectively in front of him, but Hate merely laughs and then lets the bat drop.
Hate: So what, rat, if I am? This isn’t wrestling: this is a fight. And in a fight, you use all the options available to you. No means are too dirty to be used in a victory, rat. You should know this well, because it is a lesson I intend to teach you later tonight.
Luis Ferrara: Yeah, big guy, look who’s the shit now, huh? But when The Lion gets his hands on you in the ring, he’ll beat the shit out of you! You gonna be fucked up beyond all recog-fuckin'-nition, hear me!?
With fast motions, Luis Ferrara steps forwards and grabs the cardboard box. Before Hate can react, Ferrara pulls the cardboard box over, causing one end of it to burst and spread forwards its deadly cargo: a full load of light tubes, which now spread all over the floor, some breaking and some remaining intact. Before Ferrara can bask in his victory, Hate grabs him by the collar and pulls him up so he has to tip-toe to avoid choking.
Hate: Now, you seem to have ruined my surprise, rat. You know how that makes me feel? It makes me…
Before Hate can finish, Anton Assault grabs him by the wrist with one hand and begins to squeeze. Hate stares at Assault and vice versa as The Lion applies a vice grip, his knuckles turning white and the muscles on his arm bulging as he applies pressure. Hate doesn’t seem to react, merely staring at Assault. Finally, after several moments, Hate lets Luis Ferrara go, who immediately pulls back, a smug smile on his face. Hate rips himself free of Anton Assault’s grip and rubs his wrist absent-mindedly, his face expressionless.
Hate: Very well. It seems to me like you have ruined what little fun there was to be had tonight. Be warned that this will all end in tears. You do not stand up to the Fifth Horseman and expect to survive it. You saw what I did to that so-called psychopath, Chainz. He went home out of his mind, and nearly out of his body. The same fate awaits you two. I wish you good luck in what little future you have left.
Hate makes a mock salute towards Luis Ferrara and Anton Assault, not bothering with his weapons. His combat boots break some of the light tubes as he simply strides over them, ignoring the crunching of glass underfoot. Ferrara and Assault remain in the corridor, with Ferrara staring over the weapons with a thoughtful look on his face and The Lion staring after the departing Hate.
Norton & Bridges vs Pleasure And Pain
STIPULATION: DUO TAG
REFEREE: n/a
AUTHOR: PIERRE HYDE
Truth Waters: Now at this point we were scheduled to offer you a Duo Tag match to build on the animosity between two of AWC’s newest duos, Pleasure And Pain and Norton & Bridges. Unfortunately, the four of them got into a pretty significant scuffle at the hotel that AWC’s superstars were staying in last night...
George Cassidy: “Significant” meaning two of them were hospitalised...
Truth Waters: ...and so unfortunately the match cannot take place. We were all set to offer you a $5 mail-in rebate, but then we realised: who cares about Yran and Adam anyways? =P
George Cassidy: Truth, you can’t do smilies on TV.
Momentary Setback
FEATURING: ZSASZ, ???
AUTHOR: JEREMY J.
There is quite the commotion coming from behind the door with a “ZSASZ” sign. There are the sounds of things breaking, unintelligible yelling, perhaps in a different language, and the failing attempts of someone consoling the angered individual.
Zsasz: Dammit, man, calm the fuck down!
Male Voice: I’ll not calm da fuck down! You said that I was goin’ t’ have my appearance tonight, but guess what? I DON’T HAVE IT TONIGHT! I fuckin’ trusted you, Jack!
Zsasz: It’s only a momentary setback. Pearl doesn’t have an available spot for you tonight. Remember, it took me months to return to SCWF after I left the first time. I was supposed to come back after their award in December of 2002, but it took me until April of 2003 to come back. I know how frustrated you are; I’ve been in your shoes before.
Male Voice: But ye promised me an appearance for tonight’s main event! My plan can’t go into effect if I don’t---
Zsasz: Don’t worry about that. There’s plenty of time for you to exact your revenge. Until then I’ll promote the hell out of you while arranging Fukai’s mizuage for her birthday on the seventh of March. Trust me. Everything will work out.
Male Voice: That’s what you told me for tonight, unless you’ve forgotten already, Jack.
A sigh emanates from Zsasz.
Zsasz: So things didn’t go according to plan. It angered me as much as it angered you when Pearl told me your spot in the match was no longer in effect. Due to angles, feuds and storylines, there’s no available place for you until one - or several - of them has come to an end. If it means extended waiting, so be it. All you have to do is be patient and things will take care of themselves.
The sound of footfalls is drawing close to the door. The door opens and Zsasz steps out of his locker room, dressed to the nines in his custom-made black suit. He closes the door behind him, rubbing his temples.
Letting out another sigh, he walks away from the locker room, leaving the door open. The cameraman zooms in on a sitting figure wearing a pair of jeans, a black pair of vintage Converse shoes, black in color and a long-sleeve gray hooded sweatshirt, the hood drawn up to conceal the man’s identity. It appears that the man’s hands are taped.
Upon further inspection, the locker room the man is sitting in is in complete disarray: tables upturned, shelves in the storage slots that been removed and papers are strewn about. Is this the man who’ll be debuting in the AWC: an ill-tempered man with an Irish/Boston accent who trashes locker rooms after hearing bad news? What would have been this man’s role in tonight’s main event?
But more importantly, who the hell is this guy?!
Bring Back The Beast
FEATURING: CHAINZ, JASMINE, VINCE JONES, TRACY
AUTHORS: JAY BERRY AND MIKE S.
The camera slowly fades into the locker room where Chainz can be seen sitting on the bench in silence trying to get his head together for his upcoming "Do As You Like" match against Ellis Nash. All of a sudden the door of the locker room slowly opens up and in steps Jasmine, The Crown Jewel of Wrestling. She looks around the locker room with a rather curious expression on her face.
Jasmine: Oh, I must be lost. Looks like I must've wandered into the wrong locker room.
Chainz sits there in silence, unmoved by her presence. Jasmine turns around, spots Chainz sitting on the bench alone, and acts as if she's surprised to see him.
Jasmine: Oh no! It’s Chainz! Should I be... scared?
Chainz puts his hands on his head and tries to remain focused. Jasmine slowly slides her way over to Chainz and looks him up and down.
Jasmine: (in a seductive tone) You don't look like such a bad guy to me, not at all. You seem a bit... tame.
Chainz starts to become a bit antsy as he tries his best to ignore Jasmine. A slight grin crosses Jasmine's face as she becomes a bit more accustomed to his presence. She inches a bit closer and gently places her arms around his neck. She leans in close to his ear.
Jasmine: Wanna show me that wild side, Chainz? Let the tiger come out and play...
All of a sudden Chainz seizes Jasmine by her wrists startling her and making her scream. Chainz holds both wrists with one hand as he wraps the other around her neck. Chainz tries his best to regain his composure as Jasmine tries to struggle free from his strong grasp. Chainz slowly rises to his feet and looks at the expression of terror on her face in delight. He inches closer, ever so closer to Jasmine's face as she turns her head in disgust.
Chainz: You know I wouldn't mind having my way with such a beautiful whore like you. We would play sex games like my favorite, 'razor tag'. (chuckles to himself) Oh yeah. I like it rough. Or I'd slice you, watch your blood trickle down that beautiful rack of yours (he runs his finger slowly down her chest), and lick it all away. Yeah. (nods) That really turns me on. What about you?
The expression of delight slowly vanishes from his face and shakes his head in disappointment.
Chainz: But I somehow doubt that Tracy would like that...
Chainz releases Jasmine and turns his back on her. Jasmine falls to the ground and looks up at him in shock.
Chainz: Well, what are you waiting for?? Get the fuck outta here!
A familiar voice: What are we waiting for, Chainz? We waitin' on the real Chainz to step up and be accounted for, the Chainz that wouldn't hesitate to do whateva and wouldn't hold himself back!
Chainz slowly turns around to see 'The Violence' Vince Jones standing before him with his arms folded across his chest. Jasmine quickly scampers to her feet and hides herself behind Vince's massive body. Chainz gets in the face of Vince Jones unmoved by his presence.
Chainz: Hmph! Well, if it ain't 'The Violence' Vince Jones, long time no see.
Vince looks around as if Chainz is not even there.
Vince Jones: Seems more like long time and still lookin' from V. Jones' standpoint. Now where the hell you locked the real Chainz up at, HUH?
Chainz: What are you here for?
Vince Jones: The Violence here like a ghost of Chainz's past or somethin'. V. Jones simply here to remind you 'bout the man that you used to be, the man that you been tryin' to kill off lately cuz of a bitch!
Chainz looks at him in confusion.
Chainz: The man that I used to be? What??
Vince Jones nods.
Vince Jones: That's right. The man you used to be. Cuz right now V. Jones feel like he lookin' at a shell of a man here.
Chainz turns his back on Vince.
Chainz: Look, now's not the time for this! I've got a match coming up against Ellis Nash! I don't need this shit right now, not at all!
Vince Jones steps forward and lays a hand on Chainz's shoulder.
Vince Jones: If there was anytime you needed this shit more its right now. You best believe that, son. You starin' a four match skid in the face tonight if you don't change.
Chainz lowers his head as Vince continues on.
Vince Jones: V knows you remember... 360. Yeah. That's right, 360. Back then you were makin' a name for yourself. You were considered by many to be one of the sickest muthafuckas to eva set foot in that joint. Why? Cuz you wouldn't hesitate to do whateva, wheneva, to whoeva to make it to the top. If that meant bloodyin' a bitch made up, then it was so be it with Chainz. If makin' it to the top meant incapicatin' a punk ass then it was done. If climbin' up the ladda of success in 360 meant turnin' the level of extreme up a notch to which the people hadn't seen or experienced before it was done. Cats in 360 from top to bottom had to take notice and keep an eye out for Chainz. The likes of Judgment, that bitch made P. Bare, Jay Ca$h all had to keep an eye out. Even a man like 'The Violence' Vince Jones himself who could give a damn about any muthafucka that would try to run up on him and snatch what was his had to keep an eye out for Chainz. Why? Cuz deep down inside V. Jones knew damn well that this Chainz was a man much like himself, willin' to do whateva, wheneva, to whoeva to make it...
All of a sudden the locker room door swings open and Tracy steps in and catches sight of Vince Jones having a conversation with her fiancée.
Tracy: Vince Jones?? What are you doing here?
Vince slowly turns and faces Tracy with a cocky smirk on his face.
Vince Jones: Tryin' to find the beast V. Jones used to know of named Chainz. You seen him anywhere, Trace? He hidin' between those 'tig ol' bitties' you got there?
Vince points at Tracy's massive chest, laughs, and makes a sucking noise. Tracy tries to ignore his comment and walks over to Chainz's side and he holds her close.
Tracy: The Chainz you speak of is no more. We're sorry to disappoint you. Right, baby?
She looks up at Chainz and smiles, but Chainz appears a bit uneasy.
Tracy: So, I suggest you get going. My fiancé has to get ready for his match-up against Ellis Nash and he doesn't have the time to be associating with the likes of you.
Vince Jones nods his head and slowly lowers the dark shades on his face as he leans in close to Tracy.
Vince Jones: Oh, is that so? Well, V. Jones thinkin' differently on that. In fact, V. Jones believes that deep down inside that bitch made you huggin' on right now, the real Chainz is still hangin' around lookin' to be set free once again and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it, lil woman. Sooner or later the beast is gonna wanna roll out on the prowl once again. He gonna run ova cats that just can't cut it in this game by any means necessary!
Vince Jones stands tall once again and glares at Chainz with a look of respect absent of fear. Chainz returns the glare with one of his own.
Vince Jones: And as for you, when you finally decide to be a man once again and you quit clingin' for dear life from yo bitch's nipples keep in mind The Violence'll be around. He ain't a hard man to find. When that day comes, holla at ya boy! 'Nuff said!
Vince and Jasmine turn and exit the locker room leaving Tracy and Chainz as the camera fades to black.
Anton Assault vs Hate
STIPULATION: FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE
REFEREE: RICHIE TRAVIS
AUTHOR: OBINNA O.
George Cassidy: Now moving right on, it’s Hate and Anton Assault! These two guys positively detest each other, so they've been granted a perfect venue to vent their frustrations: a Falls Count Anywhere match!
Truth Waters: You mean a Weapons match?
George Cassidy: No, I mean a Falls Count Anywhere match. That's how it's been booked, Truth, don't ask me. Anton Assault is going to take on Hate tonight and my guess is, based on how they've been acting in recent weeks, this thing is going to go all over!
Truth Waters: You might be right, Cassidy. A lot of blood here and a lot of straight-up brawling. Neither of these men have the patience for finesse moves: this is just going to be pain!
The disgustingly brutal opening chords of "Vomitself" by Boris crash through the PA system and a single pale spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp.
James Brunt: The following is a Falls Count Anywhere match!
After a bit, Luis Ferrara comes onto the stage, dressed in a stark white zoot suit. He tips his hat and moves to the side, gesturing towards the curtain. After a short pause, the thickly-muscled Nigerian steps out, scowling at the hushed crowd. He wears his traditional colorful dashiki, standing at the top of the ramp imposingly.
James Brunt: Introducing first…
George Cassidy: Does he really expect us to be scared or something? I mean… ohh, shoot. Um, I need to go change my pants…
Truth Waters: Sit down, honky. You have a job to — NO!
Hate charges down the ramp while Anton is still making his entrance, blasting Mr. CKD from behind with a steel chair! Anton stumbles down the ramp, collapsing at the base of it. Hate continues to advance downwards as Luis tails him, yelling profanities. The lights snap on and Hate whirls around, threatening Luis with the chair. This gives Anton time to scramble into the ring and practically tear off his dashiki, tossing it out of the ring and balling up his fists as he waits on Hate.
Truth Waters: Assault is being cautious here, but Hate slides into the ring and we're underway! Brunty didn’t even get to announce them both!
George Cassidy: Hate is gonna use that chair to — spinning kick to the face of Hate!
Hate drops the chair and stumbles backwards into the ropes. Anton bull rushes him, smashing him with a shoulder block and sending the big man over onto the apron. Hate stands on the outside and Anton twists, hitting him in the jaw with a savage kick that sends Hate onto the outside! Anton slips out onto the floor and goes for a double cannon shotei, but Hate grabs Anton's hands and headbutts him hard!
George Cassidy: Hate is wasting little time with dismantling Assault, here. Hate sends Anton into the ropes… running kitchen sink to the ribs! Now he's lifting Anton up… and here we go, White Man's —
Truth Waters: Assault slips out the back and hits Hate with a reverse suplex!
George Cassidy: That's what we in the wrestling business call luck, Truth. Don't think he'll get too much of it in this match.
Anton gets to his feet and glares out at the crowd before advancing on Hate. He lifts Hate up partially and locks in a quick marine throttle, clasping his hands tightly. Hate flails his free arm, trying to escape the move. Luis shouts at Hate, getting right up in his face. Finally, Hate shoves Luis backwards and lifts Anton into the air, tossing him under the ropes and into the ring! The Pennsylvanian snatches the chair out of the ring and beats it on the apron corner before rolling back in.
Truth Waters: This is a falls count anywhere encounter, but they're keeping this solidly in the — chairshot to the temple!
George Cassidy: Solidly in the temple? I guess we could call this a temple of wrestling, Truth, but that's kind of a stretch.
Truth Waters: Can it, idiot.
Hate continues to bring down chairshots on Anton's skull, the crowd groaning at each hit. Finally, Hate deposits the chair on the mat and lifts the Nigerian to his feet. He gives Anton a hammer throw, sending him into the corner with bone-jarring force. He follows Anton in and hits him with a masterful clothesline that nearly sends Anton out of his boots. Hate lifts Anton up onto his shoulders and takes a few steps forward before jumping up, hitting a Samoan drop straight onto the steel chair!
Truth Waters: This is maniacal! Hate is trying his damnedest to crush the life out of Anton Assault!
George Cassidy: I think the world would be a better place, don't you?
Hate grabs Anton by the ears and lifts him to his feet. He spits in Anton's face and goes for a headbutt, but Anton shoots himself forward and smashes his own forehead into Hate's nose! Hate reels and Anton goes for it, smashing him with rapid rights and lefts, taking Hate back into the corner. Anton fires a knee into Hate's gut and catches him with a heavy left cross, forcing Hate to sag against the ropes. From here, Anton grabs up Hate's leg and rolls forward, locking in a leg grapevine!
George Cassidy: Submissions in a falls count anywhere match!? BO-RING!
Truth Waters: Anton looks like he's just getting Hate off of his game here, releasing that hold early. He doesn't leave it for long, though, getting the back mount and just pummeling Hate!
Anton lifts Hate up and looks to lock in a katahajime, but Hate rolls away and forces Anton off of him. Anton is on his feet, but Hate slides out of the ring and tugs the middle rope down, causing the Nigerian to tumble out of the ring! Hate lifts Anton to his feet and whips him hard into the cage, leaving Anton to writhe against the wire mesh. Hate sneers and moves back towards Anton, uppercutting him hard before grabbing his head, raking the back of his scalp against the mesh. Anton cries out before putting a stop to the torture with a stiff shot to the ribs.
Truth Waters: Look at the power behind that shot! A great escape from Assault, but that only puts him out of range for a bit… Hate with the back drop!
George Cassidy: Anton got folded up like an accordion! Whoa, Hate is pressing the advantage here… he lifts Anton up and powerbombs him straight into that cage side!
Anton crumples to the ground and Hate grabs him by the wrist, slinging him towards the apron. Anton ducks his shoulders and disappears under the apron curtain. Incensed, Hate stalks towards the apron, but he is caught with the end of a broomstick to the abdomen! Hate doubles over and Anton bursts out, shoulder tackling him into the corner! Anton lifts Hate's legs off the ground in a classic takedown, getting him in a guarded position but still managing to blast him with repeated punches.
George Cassidy: Hate is falling victim to Anton's relentless assault here; the pace might just be too much for him!
Truth Waters: Anton is relentless, Cassidy, and… Hate pushes him back with his legs! Anton comes forward and Hate smashes him into the wire wall!
George Cassidy: So much for that!
Hate lifts Anton up and whips him into the apron, but this time Anton jumps and rolls into the ring. Hate storms towards the ring and slides in himself, standing up. He meets a rising Anton with a knee lift that takes Anton off guard. He hooks Anton around the waist and hurls him over with a saito suplex, crushing Anton into the mat. He lifts Anton back up and gets him onto his shoulders, setting his sights on the ropes. He charges towards them and, with an ease that has not been seen so far in the match, hurls Anton out of the ring and onto the entrance ramp!
Truth Waters: Holy shit! Assault's not a small guy, Cassidy, but Hate just tossed him like a rag doll!
Hate steps out of the ring and advances on Anton, his chin lifted haughtily. He grabs Anton by the neck and forces him to his feet, shoving him up the ramp. The Lion stumbles and falls to his knees, quickly regretting it as Hate drops his knee over the back of his ankle. Anton cries out and rolls away from Hate, but Hate drags Anton back to the center of the ramp. He takes a few steps backwards and then bursts forth, leaping into the air and looking for the leg drop… which Anton evades!
Truth Waters: Assault's still got life in him! Mr. CKD is on his feet and he does not look happy!
George Cassidy: He pulled the tights! He pulled the tights! I saw it! Call that, ref!
Truth Waters: Shut the hell up, Cassidy!
Anton blasts Hate in the face with a buzzsaw kick and takes the opportunity to breathe, shaking his ankle a bit. He lifts Hate to his feet slowly and leaps towards the big man's front, lifting him up and tossing him over the side with a butterfly suplex! Hate's back arches off the ramp as he lands and Anton starts up the ramp, heading to the backstage area. He doesn't look back at Hate, simply leaving him there to squirm from the impact.
George Cassidy: What's this idiot looking for!? Oh my… he's tearing up the backstage area!
Truth Waters: He's making this his turf, Cassidy! This is good strategy from Assault here and Hate might have a tougher time than he bargained for.
Hate is on his feet and he starts towards the back, growling under his breath as he follows Anton to the backstage area. He looks around, not seeing Anton immediately. He scowls, but just then, Anton leaps out! Hate takes an urgent step forward, but his boot falls on the blade of a hoe and the handle swings up, right into his face! Hate stumbles backwards and Anton catches him with an Assault Quad, tripping Hate up and sending his head crashing into a metal bucket!
George Cassidy: Entrapment! That's grounds for legal action, you idiot!
Truth Waters: Quiet down, Cassidy, or I'll entrap your throat in my hand.
Anton grabs Hate and locks him in a dragon sleeper, wrapping him with a body scissors for the beast choker. Hate kicks his feet, trying to get out of the deadly predicament. He finally manages to grabs the bucket that he had landed on and swing it backwards, clocking Anton in the head. Anton releases the hold, rolling away and Hate gets to his feet. He checks his neck before stumbling down the hall, grabbing something off the ground.
Truth Waters: What's he got… it's a lead pipe!
George Cassidy: Give it to 'im, Hate! Teach that bastard a lesson!
Truth Waters: OHH, those shots look like they could break bones!
Hate brings the pipe mercilessly down over Anton's back, causing the Nigerian to writhe at each hit. He finally tosses it away and lifts Anton to his feet with a side headlock. He wrenches it in for a bit before twisting and hoisting Anton into the air with a chokehold. He turns and charges farther down the hallway before leaping up and smashing Anton into the concrete with a high-impact chokeslam! He goes for the quick cover, trying to put Anton away.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Truth Waters: Assault is being resilient here, but I don't know how much that'll help him in the long run. This could break every single bone he's got in his body!
Frustrated, Hate shoves away the referee and lifts Anton to his feet again. He picks the Nigerian up and charges into the wall, smashing Anton back-first into it! Double A slides down it a bit and the Aryan Superstar presses him up above his head, looking around. A cruel smile comes to his lips and he chucks Anton into a gaggle of trashcans! The trashcans topple over and Anton's side impacts them, sending the whole affair down in a heap. Assault rolls away slowly, gasping for breath.
George Cassidy: Did Anton think a few neat tricks was going to help him against Hate? As Hate said earlier, this is a fight.
Truth Waters: That's just what Assault excels in, Cassidy. So…
George Cassidy: Evidently, he's not as good as he claims to be.
Hate rummages around, looking for something else to beat Anton with. He reaches into a long cardboard box and slips out a fluorescent light tube. He turns around, but Assault is on his feet and he kicks Hate's wrist, forcing him to drop the tube! The tube cracks on the ground and Anton continues his spin, hitting a back kick to Hate's stomach. Hate stumbles backwards into a wall and Anton fires a series of kicks into Hate's midsection. Finally, the big man grabs Anton's leg, but Anton simply uppercuts Hate in the nose to get him to let go.
George Cassidy: This doesn't look good for Hate here… tiger suplex from Assault!
Truth Waters: He doesn't even go for the pin from here, twisting over and locking in a camel clutch full nelson! Hate's trying his best to get out, but I don't know how feasible that is!
Hate kicks his legs, trying to get himself up. Finally, he manages to use his leg power to push himself up onto his knees. Seeing this attempt to escape, Anton swings his legs off of Hate's back. He kicks back at Hate's thigh while holding onto the full nelson, sending the big man's face crashing into the concrete! Anton wraps his legs around Hate's arm and locks in a crossface hold that has Hate yelling! Hate goes for the same escape, though, this time getting up to a knee.
Truth Waters: Assault lets go of the crossface hold, but Hate just spears him in the gut! Neither man is moving and I certainly understand why.
George Cassidy: Me too: Hate's looking for a breather, but Anton's just a pussy.
Hate rolls over onto his back and starts to climb to his feet. Anton gets to a knee as Hate rises completely and the Fifth Horseman wastes no time in pummeling Anton in the head with furious right hands. He hauls Anton up and marches him over to a room, pinning him up against the door. He takes a few steps back and charges at him, looking for a big boot. Anton ducks to the side and easily lifts Hate over in a capture suplex that sends both men through the door!
Truth Waters: Well, what in the hell…
George Cassidy: It's one of those powder rooms for Las Vegas dancers! With all the dancers still inside!
Truth Waters: Where in the hell did we get a powder room!
Half-naked and fully-dressed dancers, with plumes and all, scramble and scream as the two men burst into the room. Hate and Anton take no notice, continuing their fight. Anton tries to swing his legs over for a triangle choke, but Hate rolls away. He grabs up a stool, practically flinging the woman who was sitting in it off, and turns around. He blasts Anton in he head with the seat and the impact causes the wood to splinter in all directions!
Truth Waters: I can barely see; powder's flying everywhere! It's getting all over these two guys!
George Cassidy: What are you, gay? Why're you focusing on Anton and Hate? There are seven hoooot dancers in there!
Hate grabs Anton up and hurls him headfirst into the mirror, causing a huge crack to issue through it. Anton falls onto his knees, blood leaking from his forehead. Hate advances dangerously on Anton, but Anton manages to turn and trip Hate up, sending him face-first into the edge of the counter! Hate falls onto his back and clutches his face, groaning in pain. Anton sits back, crawling away from the big man to regroup.
Truth Waters: Assault's busted open! Assault's busted open!
Anton climbs to his feet and moves towards Hate, grabbing him from the back. The Lion lifts him to his feet and quickly hurls him over with a full nelson suplex, causing him to fold up on the ground! Only one scared dancer is left in the room, pinned against an inside corner. Anton turns around and goes to lock in the Marine Throttle again, but Hate bucks him away! Hate climbs to his feet just as Anton does and both men exchange blows!
George Cassidy: These powder-covered pansies are so focused, Truth, and that only means one thing: Anton is going down! With Hate on his A-Game, I don't know who can get a win over him!
Truth Waters: The Lion is forcing Hate back here… he gets a standing keylock and adds a bicep choke for good measure!
Hate struggles under the improvised submission, wavering on his feet. Anton locks his leg around Hate's and squats, forcing the big man to bend backwards. Hate clenches his free hand, trying to remain in this. Finally, he rips his leg away from Anton and topples backwards, squashing the Nigerian under him! Anton releases the hold after a brief attempt at a body scissors, pushing Hate off of him. Hate comes to his feet and leaps onto him, smashing him with an elbow drop!
George Cassidy: That's the kind of tenacity, the kind of determination that we've come to expect from Hate. He's not going to go down to some pansy-ass submission hold!
Hate lifts Anton to his feet and tosses him into the hallway again. He drags him by the leg into another hallway and then lifts him to his feet, executing a Biel throw onto the concrete. Hate steps on Anton's head, grinding his boot into the Nigerian's skull and using all of his weight on him. Anton screams out, trying his hardest to escape. Finally, Hate lifts him up and whips him into a table. The Lion skids onto it, sending hot coffee flying everywhere.
Truth Waters: Assault just got scalded by that coffee! I don't imagine that he's feeling to good right —
George Cassidy: Double axehandle smash on Anton breaks the table in half! Good God Almighty, Hate is just looking to kill Anton right here!
Truth Waters: He's got Assault up to his feet… powerbomb into the concrete! Hate hooks both legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
KICKOUT!
George Cassidy: SO CLOSE!
Hate glares up at the referee before peeling Anton up off of the floor. He settles Anton onto his shoulders and charges down the hall, giving a mighty roar as he twists Anton to the front, using him as a battering ram as he bursts into another door! Hate looks up, his gaze swiveling around the Old West-style saloon. The jukebox cuts off and all eyes are turned to the two combatants.
Truth Waters: What in the blue hell!?
George Cassidy: I love it! I hope the next one is the future!
A couple of cowboys get up and start over to Hate. Hate springs to his feet and stands off with them, his imposing form getting them to back down almost immediately. He turns around and leans down to pick up the Lion, but Anton smashes him in the face with a kick! Hate stumbles over and grabs up a bottle of beer, hurling it at Anton and just missing him! Anton smashes him with a shoulder tackle and backs up, hurling him into the center of the room with a head-and-arm suplex!
George Cassidy: Hate is in a bad way here and the Lion sits him up… full nelson! And here come the body scissors!
Truth Waters: Hate is trapped! He's… he breaks his arms away!
George Cassidy: Hate elbows his way out and he's on his feet!
Hate lifts Anton up just enough so he can drill him back into the mat with a spinebuster. He reaches up and calls for a glass. Someone hands a fragile glass to him and he smashes it on the Lion's forehead. He continues to reach up and glasses — as well as bottles and mugs — practically rain down on Anton's face. Anton's blood coats his entire face by the time he manages to fight out. Anton climbs to his feet shakily, brushing some glass away from his face. Hate goes for a clothesline, but Anton slips under him and locks in standing full nelson.
Truth Waters: Uh oh… front Russian legsweep onto the glass fragments! Hate… now Hate's cut open!
George Cassidy: Do you think laceration is going to keep him down? This is the Nondivine Juggernaut, the Aryan Superstar, the Fifth Horseman, this is HATE!
Anton lifts Hate to his feet and quickly goes to town with right hands, staggering the big man. He finally slams his foot into Hate's midsection doubling Hate over. He catches Hate in double underhooks and leaps up, locking the Fifth Horseman in a bodyscissors and attempting to take Hate down for the Fate of Ravaillac… but Hate is having none of it! He keeps himself standing and lifts up slowly, getting to a verical base and continuing the motion…
George Cassidy: WHITE MAN'S BURDEN! And here's the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
KICKOUT!
Truth Waters: Anton Assault is not going down tonight!
Hate growls and lifts Anton to his feet, hurling him onto the bar counter. Several men scatter as Hate clambers up, shoving away a hanging shelf to allow him room to stand. He lifts Anton up to his feet and hits him with an open-palmed slap to the face, disorienting him. Hate grabs Anton around the throat with a bicep, locking in a sleeper. Anton howls, reaching back and slamming his fist into Hate's face. Hate staggers and Anton spins around, slamming his heel into Hate's stomach and sending the Aryan Superstar flying off of the counter!
Truth Waters: Hate crashes through a table! This could be a wrap right here!
George Cassidy: Puh-leeze! Cheap shot from Anton Assault; you think that's enough to put Hate down for the count? Fat chance.
Anton climbs off the table and moves towards Hate, growling. He grabs Hate by one arm, tugging him up just enough for the Lion to leap up, wrapping his legs around Hate's neck in a triangle choke! Hate collapses to his knees as Anton works his throat, trying his best to choke the life out of him. Hate gives a strangled roar, getting one foot up. He manages to lift himself and swing Anton over, smashing the Nigerian's head into the wall!
Truth Waters: Hate just barely escaped from what could have been certain doom there and he's got to take the initiative. Assault isn't gonna wait for him.
George Cassidy: You mean he should take affirmative action?
Truth Waters: That's exactly what I… fuck you, honky!
Hate grabs Anton and tosses him out of the saloon, stalking out after him. Anton tries to get up and Hate rushes him, smashing his shin into the Nigerian's side. The Fifth Horseman plants his hands on the wall, stomping Anton relentlessly. Finally, Anton manages to grab Hate's foot and drive his knuckles into the back of Hate's knee. Hate's head snaps back and he grits his teeth, yanking his leg away from Anton. He turns around, nursing his knee for a second. He whips around to face Anton and finds himself the victim of a leaping Lion who puts him down with a Thesz press!
George Cassidy: Oh my! Those punches look painful!
Anton grabs Hate and lifts his head up, stepping behind him. He takes a few steps back and measures Hate up. He takes a step forward and then leaps at the sitting big man, blasting him with a dropkick clearly aimed at the back of the neck! Hate crumples forward and Anton wrenches his arm upwards, looking to lock in the triangle choke again. Hate is having none of it, throwing his elbow back into Anton's stomach. Anton staggers backwards and Hate gets shakily to his feet.
Truth Waters: Hate grabs Assault and whips him down that corridor… Anton stops on a dime at the other side, saving himself the pain of charging headfirst into that wall!
George Cassidy: Hate charges out for him… I think we're looking at a Hatebred!
Truth Waters: Assault's got something!
Anton lifts up an aluminum trash can lid, but Hate smashes right into it and the momentum carries both of them through the door… and down a six foot drop onto concrete!
Truth Waters: Where were the garbage dumpsters! Oh my god, they must be broken in half!
George Cassidy: Hate got the better of it there, landing on top of the big lug! Although I bet the aluminum lid into the chest didn't help him any…
Hate gets up slowly, dragging Anton up to his feet. He chops Anton across the chest and Mr. CKD stumbles backwards, smashing against the wall. Hate whirls Anton around and hits him with a European uppercut that serves to further disorient the Nigerian. He grabs Anton and lifts him up, crushing him with a spinning powerslam. He hooks the leg and the referee makes the safe drop, rushing over to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
KICKOUT!
Truth Waters: Assault barely escaped losing this match!
George Cassidy: Fire this ref! Fire his ass! If he had gotten there quicker, Hate would be the winner!
Hate lifts his head and lets out a mighty roar of frustration. Being denied victory seems to energize him and he lifts Anton to his feet, pummeling him with nasty right hands! He whirls around like a dervish, flooring the Nigerian with a powerful clothesline! He grabs Anton by the neck and yanks him up off the ground, booting him in the stomach. Anton clutches his gut and tries to get away, but Hate grabs him and pulls him into a standing headscissors. He hooks the arms, snarling with supreme anger.
George Cassidy: ELEVENTH COMMAND — NO!
Truth Waters: Assault flips over the back! Standing katahajime…!
George Cassidy: SHEER. DROP. KATA. SUPLEX!
Hate is crumpled on the ground, the extreme impact having taken something fierce out of him. Anton slowly gets to his feet, touching the blood coating his face. He breathes and turns around, facing Hate. He lifts Hate to his feet and smashes him with a straight punch to the jaw, keeping the big man disoriented. Anton then lifts Hate up, turning him over and setting him up in a tree-of-woe over a dumpster. Anton takes a deep breath, looking up at the sky.
Truth Waters: What's going on here… oh, he's got Hate's arm!
George Cassidy: Not this again… NO! Hanging triangle choke!
Truth Waters: Assault calls this Barbarossa's Footsteps, Cassidy, and I don't know how well Hate is going to do against this! Hell, it's so destructive that it's illegal in a regular match, but without rope breaks to bar him, this is just the trick!
Hate's fists clench in a dipslay of defiance, but Anton doesn't look like he's letting go any time soon. Hate kicks his legs weakly, but they don't make any difference. The referee continues to ask Hate how he's doing and slowly Hate's hands unclench. Anton's face is a mask of determination as he squeezes down on the over-worked neck of the Aryan Superstar. The referee, fearing the worst, lifts up Hate's arm once… and it falls.
Twice… it falls.
Three times….
The arm falls.
Truth Waters: Anton Assault has done it! He's put Hate away… and he's still not letting go!
George Cassidy: He's too excitable! Give him a little bit and he'll go all craazy!
Truth Waters: I'm going to kill you, Cassidy.
James Brunt: The winner… ANTON ASSAULT!
Luis rushes into the scene, coaxing Anton away from Hate. Slowly, Anton releases the pressure and rolls away from Hate, leaving him hanging from the dumpster. Luis helps Anton to his feet and the manager-wrestler duo leave the scene, leaving the referee to call for someone to help Hate out.
Captain Suleimon vs Red Rock
STIPULATION: OTTOMAN TORTURE CHAMBER
REFEREE: MICHAEL RYAN
AUTHOR: JOSH YOUNG
The camera shot switches to sudden silence as it pans around the boiler room area. There is an eerie silence around; in fact the only sound is the humming of the generators. It is poorly lit and is very cold. The floor is cold hard concrete and the walls are made from large concrete breeze blocks, there is metal cage fencing around the dangerous electrical generators. Then the camera makes us all aware of the unforgiving items spread out around the floor, a collection of devastating medieval torture devices. To name a few we have the brazier, which is used to hold fire and in the brazier are several hot pokers with leather on the handles. Dangling from the ceiling is the hanging cage in which a person is placed in side and murdered. The rack is situated on the floor; just looking at it gives off a sense of anguish. Next to that is the garrotte; a chair with a crank and a piece of iron that gets placed around the neck in order to strangle a person to death! Then next to that is a table with smaller items, like the thumb screw, the Spanish tickler, the chain whip and the branks! But most noticeable of all up against the wall of the boiler room is the most relentless unforgiving item of them all! The dreaded IRON MAIDEN and many more brutal inventions!
Truth Waters: Here we go; this could possibly be one of the sickening matches I will ever have to call in my career!
George Cassidy: Kennel from Hell, Boss Man versus Al Snow eat your FUCKING heart out!
Truth Waters: A boiler room full of devices used in the medieval times to punish and kill those who broke the law and tonight Captain Suleimon will be looking to punish Red Rock!
George Cassidy: It is about time someone put that bet wetter out of his misery!
Truth Waters: This all started at the Christmas Party where Red Rock said something to Captain Suleimon and no one knows what but whatever he said pissed him off and left a sour taste in his mouth.
George Cassidy: And Red Rock took a crap in Suleimon’s bag…
Truth Waters: And that…
Suddenly the boiler room is filled the sound of the door crashing open, the whole area is filled with a dark over powering reverb and referee Joseph Reid can be seen walking down the steps.
Truth Waters: Joseph Reid enters the boiler room, but how do you regulate a match like this? Are there even any rules?
Then the camera cuts to the corridor just outside the boiler room and in the distance Red Rock can be seen with D’avid Bulrat by his side. The crowd roar at the sight of their Anti Hero.
George Cassidy: I don’t see the attraction to Red Rock, really I don’t.
Truth Waters: Red Rock looks uncharacteristically focused tonight!
George Cassidy: Maybe he knows he’s going TO DIE!
Red Rock says a goodbye to D’avid and whispers one last thing in his ear before entering the boiler room.
Truth Waters: Red Rock is in!
George Cassidy: This match is now officially underway once Suleimon turns up.
Joseph Reid shuts the boiler room door and keeps his distance from Red Rock. Red Rock appears to be on edge as he walks around the dark boiler room. Captain Suleimon is still nowhere to be seen. Red Rock surveys the area with caution and quickly walks over to the hellacious group of torture implements. Suddenly a piece of metal falling on the ground echoes throughout the large open space which causes Red Rock to jump out of his skin.
Truth Waters: This must pretty frightening for Red Rock knowing there is a pissed off Muslim and a room full of torture weapons.
George Cassidy: Yeah damn Muslims getting all pissed off over a picture!
Truth Waters: SHUT UP CASSIDY! The last thing we want is public burnings of AWC flags!
George Cassidy: That’s another thing where did they get Danish flags anyway?
Truth Waters: I don’t know maybe they have a flammable flag shop?
Like a scene from a Friday the 13th movie the tension begins to rise for Red Rock. He can hear some distant sounds of shuffling as he makes his way over to the table of medieval weapons to arm himself. Red Rock passes one concrete pillar and sudden he hears a noise from behind it. Red Rock hesitantly peers round to investigate…
Truth Waters: LOOK OUT RED!
Suddenly from nowhere Red Rock turns around to a savage look of aggression from Captain Suleimon wielding a mace! Suleimon swings for Red Rock!
CEEEEERAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKK~!
Red Rock had ducked just in time and the spikes of the mace are imbedded deeply in to the concrete pillar.
George Cassidy: HOLY CRAP! Did you see what that did to the pillar?!
Truth Waters: Suleimon just tried to KILL Red Rock!
Suleimon grabs the handle of the mace and tries to pull it out of the pillar but it is stuck in pretty deep, even with the extra help of his foot. Red Rock’s jaw has dropped to the floor as he realises he could of just had his head caved in. Suleimon gives up on the mace which only irks him further. He turns around and stares the coldest of stares towards Red Rock who is now shaking in his boots. Suleimon paces towards Red Rock clenching his fists and gritting his teeth!
Truth Waters: Suleimon is PISSED!
George Cassidy: This is the first time he’s been able to get his hands on that skinny limey bastard!
Suleimon wastes no more time before landing a full on arsenal of blows to the face and body of Red Rock. Red Rock tries to block the assault but to no avail; Captain Suleimon is on the war path. Red Rock covers his face from the barrage of fists completely unaware that he is backing up closer to the table of hand held torture devices.
Truth Waters: This is going to be a close match up with just ONE pound difference in weight in Captain Suleimon’s favour! Both men stand at 5’10!
Suleimon stands back from a dazed and confused Red Rock before hitting him with a standing front drop kick which sends Red Rock stumbling back on to the table of devices. Red Rock is now lying back on the table trying to shake off the cobwebs but Suleimon takes the advantage by bringing his elbow across the chest of Red Rock to ware him down.
George Cassidy: Suleimon will be looking to use some of those smaller weapons now!
Captain Suleimon digs another blow with his elbow in to Red Rock’s chest leaving Red Rock gasping for air. Suleimon uses this time to select one of the medieval torture items. Suleimon selects the thumbscrew! He pins Red Rock’s wrist to the table and places the device around Red Rock’s thumb! Red Rock tries the fight Suleimon away by thrusting his hand in Suleimon’s determined face but Suleimon persists. Suleimon manages to struggle the device on to Red Rock’s thump with a sadistic grimace. He turns the screw and Red Rock’s yelps out in pain!
Truth Waters: Red Rock’s thumb could be broken if he doesn’t get himself out of this!
Suleimon tightens the thumbscrew further increasing the amount of pressure on the bone. Red Rock roars in pain and out of desperation he shoves his free thumb in to Suleimon's eye. Suleimon recedes from Red Rock and releases go of the thumbscrew. Red Rock removes the thumbs screw like it was on fire and burning him. Red Rock holds his damaged thumb and shakes it off. Suleimon is standing a few feet away clutching his eye which Red Rock gouged at.
Truth Waters: Red Rock didn’t have an awful lot of choice there; this match isn’t about wrestling ability or skill! It’s about dismantling one another!
George Cassidy: A SAVAGE INJURY FOR RED ROCK! HOW WILL HE MASTURBATE NOW?
Truth Waters: …
Red Rock represses the pain and makes a move for Suleimon. Red Rock assaults Suleimon with a round house kick to the ribs, which is followed by an uppercut. Suleimon backs up against the same pillar with the mace imbedded in it. Red Rock takes Suleimon’s arm to perform an Irish whip. Suleimon is sent hurtling face first in to the metal cage fencing around the electric generator making a rattling smacking sound! Suleimon staggers back in to the path of a spinning heel kick from Red Rock. Red Rock capitalises with a savage kick in the mouth!
George Cassidy: Look like Red Rock has a grown a pair!
Truth Waters: Red Rock isn’t much of a technician but if he is going to over come Captain Suleimon’s high flying style he is going to have to keep him on the ground!
Red Rock brings Suleimon back to his knees and drives a combination of alternative knees in to the chest of Suleimon and finishes the attack with a double axe handle smash across the back of the neck. Red Rock uses the chance to select a medieval torture device of his own. The hot glow of the brazier catches Red Rock’s eye so he reaches out for the leather handle of one of the hot pokers. Suleimon springs out of nowhere attacking Red Rock with a bulldog, planting Red Rock’s face in to the ground. Suleimon persists by dragging Red Rock by the feet and laying him out flat across the floor by the table of infernal devices. Suleimon back up from Red Rock before sprinting towards the table, he hops over Red Rock, leaps on top of the table and executes a moonsault thus knocking the wind out of Red Rock.
Truth Waters: There is some of that high flying style of Suleimon’s he has become famous for during his career!
Suleimon resumes attacking Red Rock by applying a front face lock on Red Rock. Red Rock struggles to get free but Suleimon enforces the hold. Suleimon brings the move to a standing position allowing him to sweep Red Rock’s legs from under him. Suleimon now has Red Rock on his back again and uses the chance to mount Red Rock in order to deliver another round of blows to the head! Red Rock reverses the attack and retorts with an array of fists of his own!
George Cassidy: This is just turning in to a school yard brawl!
Truth Waters: Suleimon wants Red Rock dead and Red Rock wants to get out of this thing alive!
Red Rock drags Suleimon back to his feet with his hand grabbing his tights. Red Rock then throws Suleimon head first in to the deadly Iron Maiden. The loud clang of the iron fills the entire boiler room area with great velocity. The Iron Maiden’s door come ajar due to the impact of Suleimon’s skull against it. Red Rock peruses Suleimon and makes the first attempt to put Suleimon in the Maiden. Red Rock throws the doors open before head butting Suleimon right between the eyes in true British Style.
Truth Waters: Red Rock makes the first attempt to put Suleimon away in the devastating Iron Maiden! A painful piece of construction, it is a chamber with spikes on the inside and once you are shut in your skin will be pierced with those rusty spikes!
George Cassidy: I dated a woman that was in to that shit!
Suleimon resists Red Rock’s attempts by holding on to the outside but Red Rock tries to fight him in to it. Suleimon’s expression becomes more aggressive and he the energy from his rage to force Red Rock away.
Truth Waters: Red Rock and Suleimon are now standing face to face!
Red Rock winces at Suleimon and Suleimon grunts at Red Rock. The two men lock horn and try and gain the advantage, Red Rock manages to hook his leg around Captain Suleimon’s leg to restrict him from kicking out rather than ground him. Red Rock puts his arm around the back of Suleimon’s head as if he was applying a DDT. Red Rock sustains this strange hold before finally sweeping Suleimon to ground. Red Rock maintains the hold around Suleimon’s neck and begins to wrench Suleimon’s chin in to his chest. Red Rock, still with his arm around Suleimon’s neck brings him back up to his feet. He guides Suleimon back a few feet once again near the table of items.
George Cassidy: The hold around Suleimon’s neck is beginning to restrict the flow of blood to the brain and Suleimon is beginning to fade!
Red Rock hoists Suleimon up for a vertical suplex and hangs Suleimon for a few seconds! Suddenly Suleimon twists his body and reserves Red Rock’s Suplex in to a sitting face buster THROUGH THE TABLE OF WEAPONS!
George Cassidy: MAH GAWD! RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE!
Red Rock’s eyes are screwed up tight in pain and Suleimon lies down motionless as the blood rushes back to his brain!
Truth Waters: That just took it out of both men!
George Cassidy: GET UP! YOU PUSSIES!
Red Rock and Suleimon begins to stir, Suleimon first! He wipes his hand across his face as his breathing slows down. Red Rock’s eyes flutter and he reaches underneath him to remove a spiked punishment collar he landed on. Red Rock’s rives around in pain whilst Suleimon gets back to his feet.
Truth Waters: Red Rock came out of this one slightly worse!
George Cassidy: He landed on some pretty spiky objects!
Suleimon is first to find his feet just before Red Rock can get back up to his knees. Suleimon grabs Red Rock’s head and thrusts his knee brutally in to Red Rock’s face whilst pulling Red Rock’s head towards his knee for added power. Suleimon shows no mercy by slamming Red Rock’s head back down against the floor. The iron punishment collar catches Captain Suleimon’s eye and an evil grin grows across his face!
Truth Waters: I think The Captain is going to use that on Red Rock!
Suleimon picks up the collar looking at the small stud spikes like it was diamonds. He continues by taking a handful of Red Rock’s hair and drags him up to a seated position. Red Rock’s nose has a small flow of blood oozing from it from the vicious knee attacks. Red Rock’s eyes have rolled in to the back of his head as he gasps for air. Suleimon takes the iron punishment collar and forces it round Red Rock’s neck!
George Cassidy: Now Red Rock is F.U.K.T. FUCKED!
Truth Waters: Having that round his neck will put him at a HUGE disadvantage!
Suleimon who is now very much in control drags Red Rock to his feet by the torture collar. Red Rock doesn’t look like he knows where he is! Suleimon drags Red Rock over to the Iron Maiden walking him like a dog. Suleimon slaps Red Rock around the face whilst mocking him and laughing!
Truth Waters: Suleimon is getting exactly what he wants here, he is punishing and torturing Red Rock!
George Cassidy: And it looks like Suleimon is going to finish him.
Truth Waters: Suleimon has this one now!
Suleimon opens the doors to the Iron Maiden and shoves Red Rock in face first Suleimon laughs as his is about to Slam the door shut.
Truth Waters: SULEIMON WINS!
his smile is wiped off his face because Red Rock sticks his arm out stopping the door front fully shutting.
Truth Waters: NO WAIT! HE’S STILL ALIVE!
George Cassidy: He’s probably getting his skin pierced now by the rusted spikes of that thing! He’ll need a tetanus shot!
Captain Suleimon snarls and kicks the door on Red Rock’s arm and Red Rock’s screams of Agony can be heard from inside the structure because his skin is being penetrating by sharp spikes. Red Rock doesn’t give up because he uses what little strength he has left as he pushes the door back open from inside. Suleimon continues to try and kick the door shut from the other side.
Truth Waters: Red Rock is trying to fight his way back in to this match!
George Cassidy: And Suleimon is loosing his cool! He really thought he had it right there!
Red Rock manages to get a leg and his head out but Suleimon begins to punch Red Rock in the head, but this allows Red Rock to push the door open fully and stumble out! Red Rock is now covered in small red dot where the spike just punctured the first layers of skin.
Truth Waters: Red Rock is out! He’s lucky one of those spike didn’t stab his eyes out!
Suleimon roars with anger at Red Rock’s escape and swings a huge fist at Red Rock!
George Cassidy: RED ROCK DUCKS!
Captain Suleimon’s fist smacks full on against the Iron Maiden and Suleimon’s hand makes a sickening crack! Red Rock capitalizes and lifts Suleimon up in to a Samoan Drop. Red Rock stumbles away from Suleimon in order to shake off the cob webs. Red Rock wipes some of blood off of his upper lip and hits Suleimon with an elbow drop. Suleimon is clutching his damaged hand Red Rock takes Suleimon and looks over at the garrotte. Red Rock lifts Suleimon to his feet and applies a head lock; he walks a struggling Suleimon over to the garrottes seat and pushes him in to a seating position on the bench. Suleimon tries to get up, but Red Rock knocks him back down with a standing drop kick to the face. Suleimon is thrust back up against the back of the seat like strangling torture device. Red Rock quickly slams the piece of iron around Suleimon’s neck; trapping him. Suleimon kicks his feet and waves his arms trying to escape but Red Rock is about to show his own aggressive side once more.
Truth Waters: This item is effectively a chair with a neck restraint with a crank round the back which the torturer would turn and strangle the victim!
Red Rock takes the crank and turns it as Suleimon kicks and croaks. Suleimon’s windpipe is slowly being crushed and Red Rock shows no sign of mercy. Suleimon’s wind pipe is now completely restricted as he becomes asphyxiated! Red Rock lets go of the crank and it comes spinning loose. Suleimon struggles for air by gasping deeply. Red Rock undoes the neck restraint and Suleimon falls forward whilst clutching his throat.
Truth Waters: Red Rock is punishing Suleimon now! The adrenaline is flowing through Red Rock now!
Red Rock ignores his wounds and breathes heavily Suleimon is now on the floor clutching his throat desperate for air. Red Rock takes a handful of Captain Suleimon’s hair and drags him across the floor to add insult to injury. He lays Suleimon flat on his back and hits him with a standing somersault leg drop across the throat to add exclamation to the garrotte’s work. Red Rock now peers over to the open doors of the Iron Maiden, he looks down at the fatigued Suleimon and a cheeky grin occupies his face!
George Cassidy: He can’t lock Suleimon in there! IT’S IN HUMANE!
Truth Waters: You weren’t complaining when Red Rock nearly got shut in there!
George Cassidy: I know!
Red Rock takes two handfuls of Suleimon’s hair and drags him back to his feet. Red Rock grabs captain Suleimon’s wrist and Irish whips him face first in to the adjacent metal fence. Red Rock chases him and as Suleimon hits the metal fence Red Rock capitalizes with a spinning heel kick! Suleimon is pushed face first into the metal fencing again.
Truth Waters: Captain Suleimon is completely dazed!
Red Rock swiftly gets back to his feet and stalks Suleimon; Suleimon wipes his face and shakes his head completely unaware of Red Rock as he turns around. Out of no where Red Rock kicks Suleimon in the gut!!!
Truth Waters: RDT! RDT!!!
George Cassidy: NO MY 20 BUCKS!
Truth Waters: Red Rock is now buzzing with energy and Suleimon lays lifeless on the floor!
Red Rock kneels down and picks Suleimon up under his arms; he drags him along the floor over to the Iron Maiden. Red Rock lands some forearms across the chest for good measure before he opens the door to the Iron Maiden. Red Rock lifts Captain Suleimon to his feet and head buts Suleimon. Suleimon stumbles backwards in to the Iron Maiden!
Truth Waters: IT OVER! RED ROCK! RED ROCK!
Red Rock waves a sarcastic goodbye to Suleimon and places his hand on the door…
CRACK~!
Truth Waters: NO! NO!
George Cassidy: YES! YES!
Truth Waters: GENERAL RAHMAN! THAT SON OF A BITCH!
Red Rock slumps to the floor as General Rahman, friend of Suleimon stands over his holding a steel chair! Rahman wastes no time rescuing Suleimon from the Iron Maiden. Suleimon now has some of the wounds Red Rock suffered from the rusty spikes! Rahman puts Suleimon’s arms around his own neck and leans him up against the pillar with the mace imbedded in it from earlier. Rahman slaps Suleimon round the face lightly whilst pouring water in to his mouth. Suleimon begins to come round and he notices Red Rock on the floor out cold. The two men confer in Turkish as the look at Red Rock and point at the Iron Maiden!
Truth Waters: What the hell are they saying? I can’t understand them!
George Cassidy: Well I don’t know maybe they’re going to put Red Rock in the Iron Maiden as Rahman IS frantically pointing at it.
Suleimon shakes his head at General Rahman and moves Red Rock in to a sitting up posistion. Suleimon stands behind Red Rock and hooks his arms as if he was locking Red Rock for a Tiger Suplex. Instead of lifting him to his feet, Suleimon nestles his head in the small of Red Rock's neck and flips his body over, bridging over Red Rock's body.
Truth Waters: Turkish Tiger Tamer Red Rock is in trouble now! I didn’t even know something like that was physically possible!
George Cassidy: I had an ex-wife who could bend their body like that!
Suleimon maintains the move but it’s no long before the move starts to take its toll on his own body. Suleimon continues the hold whilst Rahman taunts and mocks Red Rock. Red Rock is screaming in pain before he fades away completely!
George Cassidy: I think Red Rock just passed out! He’s got to put him away now!
Truth Waters: No! Suleimon doesn’t want to end it yet, they’re going to put him in the pillory!
Suleimon and Rahman pick up Red Rock’s lifeless body and over to the pillory. They both lift him up and lock him in the pillory!
Truth Waters: Red Rock is defenceless now! And Suleimon is mocking him!
Suleimon paces up and down in front of Red Rock as he begins to come round. Red Rock wakes up and doesn’t realise he is locked in the pillory. All he sees is Suleimon and General Rahman laughing and jeering at him. Red Rock spits out at them and Suleimon slaps the taste out of Red Rock’s mouth!
George Cassidy: That’s just going to make things worse for him…
Suleimon sighs and approaches Red Rock, who is burning with rage! Suleimon suddenly hits Red Rock with the dreaded Cat o’ Nine Tails!
Truth Waters: This is REALLY not looking good for Red Rock now!
George Cassidy: Wait a minute! Do you hear something in the background?
Truth Waters: Yeah what is that?
Suddenly a loud high pitch screaming can be heard in the back ground! Suleimon and Rahman turn around with confused expressions on their face. They look to the left and see nothing then from the right. They look to their left again then out of no where!
D’avid: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIII YAAAAHHH~!
Truth Waters: It’s D’avid! Red Rock’s…unusual friend!
D’avid comes bursting out of no where sporting nothing but a pair of white Y-Fronts and a pair of brown leather shoes. He smites Rahman down with a baseball bat and barges through and pushes Suleimon incredibly hard for a small ginger Dutchman sending Suleimon crash to the floor! D’avid proceeds to batter Suleimon in the chest and head with the base ball bat!
D’avid: I KNOW A MAN WHO IS SHIT! AND THAT MAN IS YOU! YOU’RE THE WORST PART OF THE FUCKING SHOW I FUCKING HATE YOU!
George Cassidy: GET HIM OUT OF THERE!
Truth Waters: Suleimon is getting EXACTLY what he deserves!
D’avid quickly drops the baseball bat and frees Red Rock from the pillory and drops to the floor. D’avid kneels down to attend to his friend with a look of concern on his face.
Truth Waters: This match is getting a little bit out of hand now!
D’avid tries to pick Red Rock back up to his feet but he doesn’t notice General Rahman is back to his feet. Rahman grabs D’avid by the hair and punches him in the face knocking the weaker man to the floor! Rahman who is enraged at D’avid’s involvement picks him up and takes him over to the torture rack! Rahman places D’avid on the device and straps him in. D’avid looks up and realises what it going on and a huge grin grows across his face. Rahman turns the crank and D’avid begins to get stretched.
D’avid: OOoOOH!
Rahman looks at D’avid as D’avid seems to be enjoying the pain!
Truth Waters: He’s enjoying it! He’s SICK in the head!
Joseph Reid finally steps in and pulls Rahman away from the rack and waves his finger at him!
George Cassidy: It’s about time he did what he was paid to do!
Truth Waters: He’s sending General Rahman out!
Joseph Reid points towards the boiler room door and Rahman objects Joseph Reid points again aggressively. Rahman holds his hands up and back away laughing in Joseph Reid’s face. Joseph Reid unties D’avid and sends him limping away as well.
Truth Waters: It’s back to one on one now!
George: Red Rock and Suleimon have both had their head’s bashed in by each others friends!
Truth Waters: Making it an even playing field!
Red Rock and Suleimon both find themselves motionless on the floor. Suleimon lays on his back blinking slowly and rubbing his head, Red Rock however is showing no signs of life. Suleimon manages to muster up enough energy to sit up. Suleimon looks over at Red Rock who seems to be barely breathing. Suleimon slowly gets up to his knees and then pulls him self up with the held of a near by pipe.
Truth Waters: Captain Suleimon is back up first and Red Rock still isn’t moving!
Suleimon staggers over to Red Rock using the wall to keep himself balanced. Suleimon grabs Red Rock by his blood matted hair and drags him away from the pillory and in to the middle of the circle of medieval torture devices. Suleimon picks up the chair Rahman used to attack Red Rock earlier. He picks it up whilst looking at Red Rock in disgust!
Truth Waters: He’s going to hit him with the chair!
Suleimon turns around and seems to be heading towards the metal cage fencing. And with the chair under one arm he begins to ascend the fence.
George Cassidy: That’s mental what is he doing?!
Truth Waters: That fence is 12 feet high!
Suleimon manages to reaches the top of the fence. He teeters on the edge trying not to fall off. He stares down at Red Rock who still isn’t moving! Suleimon places the chair under his right leg.!
Truth Waters: NO THAT’S INSANE!
George Cassidy: ARABIAN FACE BUSTER!
Suleimon launches himself of the 12 foot cage fence with the chair under his leg and comes crashing down on Red Rock with a devastating leg drop!
Truth Waters: HOLY SHIT!
George Cassidy: THAT IS FUCKED UP!
Suleimon and Red Rock both lay in the centre of the room as if they had just been in a car wreck. Joseph Reid checks both men are breathing and discovered they are both in fact breathing. Suleimon is once again first to move, he hold the small of his back where his tail bone is.
Truth Waters: That tailbone injury Suleimon sustained in 2001 is literally biting him in the ass!
Suleimon still manages to pull himself off the ground and drags Red Rock closer to the Iron Maiden.
Truth Waters: Suleimon is barely standing and Red Rock is not moving! If both men are going to get out of this without any serious damage caused he’s going to have to finish him right now!
Suleimon opens the door of the Iron Maiden but in the corner of his eye on the broken table he sees a particular piece of medieval torture machinery. The BRANKS!
George Cassidy: Don’t do it Suleimon! End him NOW!
Truth Waters: It’s the branks! Suleimon used that on Red Rock to humiliate him at Fresh Burst and it looks like he wants to humiliate him again before putting him away!
Suleimon stumbles over to pick the branks off the floor with an evil grimace coming through his battered and bruised face. Suleimon holds the piece of Iron in his hand just staring it at. Suleimon spins around with the item in his hand and walks back over to Red Rock’s lifeless body. Suleimon sits Red Rock up against the side of the Iron Maiden and forces his mouth open.
Truth Waters: There’s no need for this!
Suleimon fumbles around trying to insert Red Rock’s tongue in to the device.
Truth Waters: HOLD ON! LOOK!
George Cassidy: He’s moving! HE’S PLAYING POSSUM!
Truth Waters: That’s vintage Red Rock!
Suleimon is so focused on applying the branks to Red Rock that he doesn’t notice Red Rock’s hand wondering toward the brazier, which is a pot of fire with hot pokers in them. Red Rock slowly places his hand around one of the hot poker’s leather hands. Then to Suleimon’s surprise Red Rock’s eyes spring open like a horror movie villain and strikes Suleimon across the face with a hot poker!
Captain Suleimon: YYYYYEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!
Suleimon stumbles back clutching his face in agony and Red Rock jumps up to his feet!
Truth Waters: SULEIMON COULD BE BLINDED!
Red Rock pursues Suleimon and attacks him with a vicious combination of marital arts kicks, chopping Suleimon down to the ground and finishing with a heavy round house kick to the head!
Truth Waters: THE FUNSTIGATOR!
Red Rock wastes no more time by dragging Suleimon over to the Iron Maiden, the doors are already open from Suleimon’s previous attempt to put Red Rock away. Red Rock holds Suleimon so the two men are face to face. Red Rock holds Suleimon in front of the opening and shoves Suleimon inside the Iron Maiden.
George Cassidy: NO! He can’t win! He’s a bed wetter!
Red Rock slams the door shut…
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Truth Waters: NO! SULEIMON STOPPED THE DOOR WITH HIS HAND!
Red Rock picks out another hot poker from the brazier and presses it hard against Suleimon’s hand! Suleimon retracts his hand hastily and the door is shut!
Truth Waters: RED ROCK WINS! RED ROCK WINS!
George Cassidy: And Suleimon is screaming in that thing!
Joseph Reid raises Red Rock hand in victory and Red Rock collapses on Reid.
Truth Waters: Red Rock comes out on top in a vicious match!
George Cassidy: BUT WHAT IS HAPPENING TO SULEIMON RIGHT N---
He breaks off at the look on Truth’s face.
George Cassidy: What?
Truth Waters: It’s TV, Cassidy, we’re not going to kill our wrestlers.
Cassidy is speechless as we go back to ringside.
Chainz vs Ellis Nash
STIPULATION: DO AS YOU LIKE
REFEREE: LARS LARSSON
AUTHOR: MIKE S.
Truth Waters: We’re ready for our next match and this one isn’t going to be pretty.
George Cassidy: Finally a match that actually means a damn.
Truth Waters: Elegant as usually Cassidy.
George Cassidy: What, did you actually care about Captain Suleimon and Red Rock?
Truth Waters: That was an excellent match.
George Cassidy: Please, now this will be an excellent match and Chainz is going to show Ellis Nash that she doesn’t belong in the ring.
Truth Waters: Yeah and what if she beats him?
George Cassidy: There’s no way Ellis Nash can defeat a sick bastard like Chainz.
Truth Waters: I don’t know Cassidy, Ellis has a lot of rage and anger pent up from the actions that Chainz has taken especially involving the now infamous tape incident. Chainz is in a slump right now having lost three matches in a row and I think tonight he’ll make it four.
George Cassidy: And I think tonight he breaks out of that slump.
Truth Waters: I just hope this match doesn’t get out of hand. Ellis personally requested a do as you like match wanting to be able to punish the man who’s been tormenting her for weeks.
George Cassidy: I think that’s going to come back to haunt her. Why would you request a match that puts your opponent right at ease. Chainz will be in his home environment in this match and he’ll be able to do as he wishes. We all know what kind of desires he has, what if he makes one of them a reality tonight?
Truth Waters: Than the AWC will get quite a few complaints once again.
George Cassidy: That whole Ally Nash incident was blown way out of hand, she’s not even dead!
Truth Waters: What the hell is wrong with you, we both sat there and saw a tape where Chainz supposedly killed Ally and cut his baby out of her womb. That’s something I never want to see again.
George Cassidy: I assume next time all the cameras will cut.
Truth Waters: I pray there won’t be a next time.
George Cassidy: Well it seems he’s trying to change, which I think is stupid. He’s too worried about the public image he is presenting.
Truth Waters: Well I would be too if I was thought of as the most demented and sickest man on the planet.
George Cassidy: Ah I doubt he cares about that and the only reason he’s even brining it up is because of that bitch Tracy. She’s trying to tame that man and ruin his wrestling career.
Truth Waters: She may be superficial and a bit weird, but unlike Chainz she seems to be a decent human being and for some reason actually cares about him. She’s trying to keep him from doing something he’ll regret.
George Cassidy: Chainz should just use her and lose her, plain and simple.
“Club Slut” by Hot Action Cop hits as Ellis Nash comes out to an unusually large amount of cheers that almost catch her off guard.
Truth Waters: Ellis Nash caught off guard by the cheers she’s receiving, but this nothing new. The fans will root for anyone that opposes Chainz because they absolutely hate him. Speaking of which even Hate got some pops from the crowd and that’s something I never thought would happen.
George Cassidy: I have to agree there, Chainz has quickly become the most hated man in all of the AWC. Even the wrestlers that are hated by the fans can’t stand Chainz.
Truth Waters: He’s a monster and I hope to God he’s gonna change.
George Cassidy: Well not if Vince Jones has anything to say about that.
Truth Waters: I know these two have a past connection in 360, but why in the world would Vince Jones want to bring out the monster in Chainz?
George Cassidy: Well like his name suggests he likes violence.
Ellis Nash continues down to the ring.
James Brunt: The following is a Do As You Like match! Introducing first from Cortland, New York. Weighing in at 117 pounds, ELLIS NASH!
Another small pop precedes Ellis as she rolls into the ring, completely serious and ready to get down to business.
Truth Waters: Ellis Nash has a take no shit attitude about her today and like I thought, she’s ready to dish out some pain.
George Cassidy: I know she can dish it, but can she take it because we all know Chainz will not hold back in a match like this.
Truth Waters: Lars Larsson is going to have a difficult time keeping these two at bay.
“Cure” by The Wild Colonials hits as the arena erupts in the lowest boos of the night. There is not one fan cheering as Chainz steps out from the back, shortly followed by his prized possession, Tracy.
George Cassidy: What’s up with Tracy lately, she seems to be covering her tits up more so than usual. If you’re going to balloon them up to that size you might as well show them off.
Magically, as if he can hear the announcers over the crowd Chainz glares over at George Cassidy with a stern look. Cassidy shrinks in his seat as Chainz continues starring at him for a few seconds until Tracy walks by and heads down towards the ring. Chainz turns and follows her closely.
Truth Waters: That was freaky, there’s no way he could have heard you over this noise.
George Cassidy: That look just sent chills down my spine.
Truth Waters: Say what you will about Chainz, but he is intense to a scary degree.
George Cassidy: Classic sign of a sociopath they say.
James Brunt: And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Tracy, from Birmingham, Alabama, weighing in at 295 pounds… CHAINZ!
Another chorus of boos ring down from the rafters as Chainz circles the ring, keeping his eyes intently locked on Ellis Nash, who stares right back. The hate nearly pouring out of her soul at the man who’s caused her so much torment the past few weeks. Chainz gets a kiss on the cheek from Tracy and a few encouraging words of advice before stepping into the ring. Tracy stands outside and roots Chainz on as some of the fans yell for her to take her top off.
Truth Waters: Those fans should watch out about what they say to Tracy or Chainz might climb that fence and attack them.
George Cassidy: Well the fans need to stop being so perverted.
Truth gives Cassidy a questioning glance before forgoing a retort.
Lars Larsson brings Chainz and Ellis to the middle of the ring and begins explaining instructions, though there really aren’t any. Chainz shoves Lars aside and gets right into Ellis’ face, glaring down at her from his 6’5” frame. Ellis doesn’t back up and the two share a powerful and intense stare off. Finally Ellis steps back only to charge and tackle Chainz to the ground. She begins pummeling him with everything she can throw, some punches landing some missing badly.
Truth Waters: Well for anyone expecting a wrestling match you can forget it. We probably won’t see a wrestling move this whole match; this will be nothing but a brutal fight between two people who hate each other with every ounce of their bodies.
George Cassidy: Think Sasha will be upset?
Truth Waters: Probably, but she was smart enough to cut any ties she had with Chainz.
Chainz throws Ellis off of him after receiving a dozen or so punches. Chainz shakes his head to get the cob webs out and starts to get up. Ellis charges and kicks Chainz in the ribs, but it doesn’t do much. Chainz gets to one knee and in an effort to keep him down Ellis jumps on his back, putting him in a sleeper hold. With ease Chainz stands to his full height with Ellis still on him. She attempts to keep her sleeper hold, but it’s obvious from Chanz’s smile that it isn’t restricting his breathing much.
Truth Waters: Chainz is just too big and strong for this game plan. If Ellis wants to win this match she’ll have to be elusive and rely on her speed, though as we’ve seen Chainz is incredibly quick for a big man. He’s a marvelous athletic specimen; I just wish he wasn’t so deranged.
George Cassidy: No, that’s what makes him as good as he is. Speaking of marvelous specimens, have I told you that I think Tracy is the hottest female in all of the AWC.
Truth Waters: Really, didn’t you tell me Ellis Nash was?
George Cassidy: I…
Truth Waters: And Sarah Kennedy?
George Cassidy: Well…
Truth Waters: You say that about any female that you come across that you have no chance with.
George Cassidy: And I suppose you have a shot with Tracy.
Truth Waters: If Chainz wasn’t in the picture than yeah I think I would.
George Cassidy: I’m gonna tell Chainz you said that.
Truth Waters: And I’ll tell Chainz you thought he was sexy.
George Cassidy: What, I never…
Truth Waters: You think he’d listen to reason, hell no. Now let’s get back to the match as Chainz is trying to shake himself free of Ellis Nash.
Chainz reaches back and grabs Ellis by her hair, flinging her over his body and to the mat. Eh backs up a bit trying to regain some air as Ellis is quickly back to her feet and pressing the attack once more. She charges Chainz and goes flying, but Chainz catches her in midair. He flips her on his shoulder and drives her to the mat with a great amount of force.
Truth Waters: Jesus Christ, even the most simple of moves take on another meaning with Chainz delivering them. The force that each of his moves packs is insane.
George Cassidy: That’s why a woman doesn’t belong in the ring, she can’t match a man pound for pound.
Truth Waters: Well I beg to differ, don’t you remember witnessing Aimz beat our Transatlantic champion Adam Dick?
George Cassidy: Fluke, in the long run a man will always reign on top.
Chainz picks Ellis off the mat and gets a thumb in the eye. He stumbles back and is drop kicked to the outside. Chainz stands lands on his feet and wanders on the outside, trying to understand how to best attack the match. Chainz wanders over to Tracy who helps him back to a firm base. As the two stand there Ellis runs and jumps over the top rope coming crashing down on both Chainz and Tracy.
Truth Waters: What a great move from Ellis Nash to take this match to the air. I know it’s not her style, but she may have to think outside of the box in this one.
George Cassidy: Tracy took a good amount of that splash and seems to be out. I think I should go give her some mouth to mouth and some chest compressions.
Truth Waters: Try as you might there’s no way your compressing those breasts.
Ellis rolls back into the ring as Chainz sits up and sees Tracy lying unconscious next to him. His eyes go wide and a look of rage comes over him, twisting his face into a mask of anger. He quickly rolls into the ring and charges Ellis, who drops him with a drop toe hold. Chainz quickly rises and is punched in the face, but he still manages to grab the back of Ellis’ neck and drive a knee into her face. Ellis drops to the mat holding her nose which is now bleeding. Chainz grabs her by the hair and tosses her into the turnbuckle. He begins working her stomach with several well placed punches finished off by a stiff shot to her jaw.
Truth Waters: This is just sick, I think as Tracy went down so too did Chainz’s attempt at keeping this match civil.
George Cassidy: Well Ellis shouldn’t have attacked Tracy, she was an innocent bystander.
Truth Waters: She was attacking Chainz, Tracy just got caught in the cross fire.
Chainz lifts Ellis Nash and whips her into the ropes. As she comes back he winds up and nearly decapitates her with a super kick.
Truth Waters: He nearly took her head off with that kick. How much is enough for that sick bastard.
George Cassidy: Hey Ellis Nash requested this match, not Chainz. I told you she’d regret it.
Chainz lifts Ellis off the mat and tries to throw a punch, but Ellis blocks it and proceeds to use a spinning roundhouse kick to stun Chainz. Chainz quickly recovers and charges her allowing for her to duck and send Chainz to the outside once more. Ellis runs off the opposite ropes and goes flying in a similar fashion as before, but this time Chainz catches her and rams her into the turnbuckle. Ellis falls to the ground holding her back as Chainz begins to rummage underneath the ring. He brings out a street sign which is shortly bent over Ellis’ head. Chainz grabs Ellis by the foot and drags her around the ring like a hunter showing off his trophy. After a full circle Chainz lifts Ellis Nash who is ready for him. As Chainz rears back for a punch she quickly grabs him and sets him up for a front suplex. With great difficulty she manages to lift Chainz and drop him on the ground. Chainz arches his back in pain as Ellis goes and grabs the bent street sign. Chainz stands up and Ellis unbends the sign across Chainz’s skull.
Truth Waters: That a way.
George Cassidy: What are you talking about Truth, this is turning out completely not how I expected.
Truth Waters: Well now we know Ellis can take it as well as dish it, question is can Chainz handle the assault.
George Cassidy: Please, this is just a momentary ray of light for Ellis in a long and dark tunnel. She’ll never make it to the end alive.
Ellis digs under the ring some more and produces a fire extinguisher. Chainz gets up and Ellis drives the weapon into the side of his head. Chainz stumbles back and rests against the turnbuckle. Ellis charges and smashes the fire extinguisher into the same spot as Chainz’s head is resting against the steel turnbuckle. Chainz drops to the ground in a pool of his own blood which is steadily coming out of a gashing wound on the side of his head.
Ellis goes under the ring once more and produces a large piece of lumber. She waits for Chainz to stand up and as he is one all four she breaks the wood over his bare back. Chainz crumbles in pain as blood appears in several spots where large splinters penetrated his skin. Ellis takes one of the broken pieces and begins rubbing it against Chainz’s back driving hundreds of small splinters into his exposed back.
George Cassidy: And you said Chainz was a brutal and sadistic freak, look at what Ellis Nash is doing.
Truth Waters: What do you expect? She’s been tormented by this monster who has torn her world into two. How would you react if you were her?
George Cassidy: I would’ve never been involved to start because I’m not as stupid as a female. I can actually think about things to come and not just worry about the here and now.
Truth Waters: You know you can be a real dick sometimes.
Ellis feeling satisfied grabs a chair and tosses it into the ring. She goes back and grabs a table and slides it into the ring as well. She goes back to pick Chainz off the ground, but he’s already recovered enough to grab her pants and pull her into the ring apron. Ellis’ head hits the apron hard and she goes to the ground holding her head. Chainz stands up slowly and searches under the ring apron and after a few seconds comes out with some barbwire.
A sadistic smile crosses Chainz’s mouth as he grabs the wire and wraps on end around the turnbuckle and the other against the fence that had been set up under Sasha Volkyeva’s direction.
Truth Waters: I don’t like the look of this. I somehow doubt Sasha had this in mind when she presented the idea of a fence protecting the fans from the wrestlers.
George Cassidy: Oh come on, this is just Chainz being creative. Each week he does crazier and crazier things, it’s like an art. Everyone wants to see what else he can come up with.
Truth Waters: How dare you taint art by comparing it what that monster is doing.
George Cassidy: Oh please, this is genius at work and you’re just jealous.
The wire sits just below Chainz’s chest, but would be shoulder height for Ellis Nash. Chainz grabs Ellis and sets up to throw her into the line of wire. He tries to whip her but Ellis holds onto Chainz’s arm and uses it to swing herself behind Chainz. With all her might she pushes Chainz into the wire which implants itself on Chainz’s chest. Ellis backs up as Chainz slowly tries to pull the barbs out of his chest. Ellis quickly runs and jumps over Chainz, grabbing his head in the process and dragging it with her causing Chainz’s neck to be caught up in the wire. Chainz screams in pain as he uses his hands to pry his neck free which is now bleeding profusely. He turns his back to Ellis who uses the opportunity to grab a rope from underneath the ring. She throws it, wrapping it around Chainz’s neck. Grabbing both ends she uses it to pull Chainz back into the wire and flipping him over it, tearing his back in the process.
Truth Waters: There might not be anything left of Chainz. This match is definitely fit for Bloodlust as Ellis indeed has bloodlust.
George Cassidy: So when Chainz does something like that he’s bad guy of the year, but when someone does it to him they’re a hero and praised? Come on, what the hell is wrong with you. Ellis is sick and has initiated much more in this match than Chainz.
Truth Waters: Chainz brought the wire out and he set it up. If he set it up he should have been ready for Ellis to try and use it against him.
Chainz lies on his stomach as a sick amount of blood pools around him. His back is a mess of tears and blood. Ellis finally slides into the ring and grabs the steel chair. She brings it to the outside and begins using it on Chainz’s back, time and time again. After a few shots the chair is covered in blood and Ellis lets up. Big mistake as Chainz grabs her foot and drives a shoulder into her shin bring her down to the ground. With cat like quickness Chainz is on top of Ellis and raining down punches, pummeling her face into the ground. Chainz lets up and grabs the chair, as Ellis stands up he cracks it over her skull. Chainz finally throws Ellis into the ring and slides in himself. Setting up the table he places Ellis Nash on the table. Chainz walks over to the turnbuckle, woozily, and somehow manages to climb to the top. With a bit of hesitation Chainz flies off the top and crashes through Ellis and the table with a frog splash. He covers for the first cover of the match.
Truth Waters: A cover and to no one’s surprise the first of the match. Somehow I didn’t think this match would have many attempts at covers. These two just want to kill each other.
Lars Larsson drops for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
No, kick out by Ellis Nash.
George Cassidy: Bullshit, she didn’t kick out. I knew Larsson wasn’t going to allow Chainz to win this match.
Truth Waters: She kicked out, open your eyes and maybe you’d see past your opinions.
Chainz whips Ellis Nash into the ropes and on her return plants her with an enormous spine buster. Ellis rolls around in pain as Chainz continues the attack by applying a sharp shooter. Ellis screams as she crawls over to the ropes. Just as she is about to reach the ropes Chainz breaks the hold and drops an elbow on the back of her head.
Tracy finally comes to and slowly stands up looking confused. She gasps as she sees all the blood on the outside and the barb wire with pieces of flesh still embedded in it. She than sees Chainz’s bloody and torn body and Ellis Nash withering in pain. Chainz notices his fiancée is back up and slides to the outside to check on her.
George Cassidy: Ah what a reunion! Damn it Chainz, you have this match in the palm of your hand, stop thinking of that whore.
Truth Waters: He actually cares for her. Never thought I’d ever say that about Chainz, a man associated with no feelings.
George Cassidy: That’s the way it should be, all this loving is allowing Ellis Nash to regain her composure.
Cassidy is right for once as Ellis finally manages to get to her base and notices Chainz on the outside. She runs and baseball slides through the bottom rope hitting Chainz square in the face. Chainz falls as Ellis stands in front of Tracy. Ellis goes after Chainz, but Tracy grabs her arm and holds her back. Ellis winds back and slaps Tracy sending her rocking. Chainz quickly bolts up and grabs Ellis by the back of her neck and starts raining down punches. Tracy tries to grab Chainz’s arm to calm him down, but Chainz shoves her out of the way. After about ten punches Chainz throws Ellis back into the ring and goes searching for another weapon. After a few seconds he flashes a smile as he pulls out a baseball bat.
Truth Waters: I don’t like the looks of this, even Tracy couldn’t restrain him.
George Cassidy: He’s finally come to his senses, get in there and finish this match.
Chainz slides into the ring and waits for Ellis Nash to stand up. As Ellis stands Chainz goes to hit her with the bat, but Tracy gets on the ring and grabs the bat. Chainz turns in surprise and tries to get the bat back. Tracy places a hand on his cheek and begins talking to him in a calm manner. The anger slowly dissipates from Chainz’s face as his grip slowly comes free of the bat. He relinquishes the bat and nods to whatever Tracy had told him. Chainz seems calm and relaxed now, unlike the possessed way he had carried on for most of the match. Just as he is about to turn around Ellis sneaks up behind him and rolls him up. Lars Larsson drops for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Chainz kicks out, but it’s too late. The three count had already been counted. Ellis rolls off and lies in a heap on the other side of the ring. Chainz sits in shock, looking confused as he turns his attentions to Tracy, who is still on the ring apron holding the bat. Her hand is covering her mouth and she looks just as confused and shocked as Chainz.
Truth Waters: OH MY GOD, I can’t believe it! Such a brutal match ends with the most simple of wrestling moves.
George Cassidy: Damn it, I told you Tracy would be the end of Chainz. She just cost him the match.
Truth Waters: She kept him from doing something so heinous he could never recover.
George Cassidy: If she hadn’t interfered Chainz would have won this match.
Chainz looks stunned as he stares at Tracy who slowly gets into the ring and comes over to him. She extends a hand to help Chainz up, but he gets up on his own.
Hyde Is Gangsta
FEATURING: VINCE JONES, TRACY, ELLIS NASH, CHAINZ
AUTHORS: MIKE S. AND PIERRE HYDE
Suddenly ‘The Violence’ Vince Jones comes running from the back. He slides into the ring and grabs the bat out of Tracy’s hand just as Ellis is standing up. From nowhere Vince Jones cracks the bat over Ellis’ head, breaking it in the process and dropping Ellis to the mat, completely unconscious. Tracy has a shocked expression about her, but Chainz doesn’t even seem to care. Vince Jones grabs a mic.
Vince Jones: This don’t cut it, mang! V’s sittin’ in the back and watchin’ you is gettin’ yo’ ass handed to you by the bitch. That ain’t no dice! And when V sees you with the match a wrap you let your tittie toy talk you out of it? Real shame, the Chainz I used to know woulda killed Ellis Nash stone dead in this match. They’d be scrapin’ her body from the canvas with a KNIFE. V knew Chainz like a monster, no remorse, no holds barred. Now two titties have turned you into a walking vagina that’s lost four matches straight. She cuntraband, mang! That shit don’t fly! V’s wonderin’ where’s the sick bastard he knew in 360? Let cockzilla go and come see V for some real hardcore. That why they call me The Violence.
‘The Violence’ Vince Jones drops the mic and goes to get out of the ring. Tracy grabs his arm and starts yelling at him. Vince Jones shoves her to the ground and slides out of the ring. Tracy looks shocked as she looks over to Chainz, but Chainz doesn’t go to confront Vince Jones or even offer a hand to help his fiancée up. With his head held low he goes to the ropes and slides to the outside. Tracy quickly follows and takes a hold of his arm, trying to talk to him. Chainz doesn’t respond as he keeps his eyes downcast on his walk of shame to the back.
Truth Waters: What a great win for Ellis Nash, but Vince Jones had the last laugh.
George Cassidy: See, now that’s a real man.
Truth Waters: Bet you didn’t even understand what he was saying. MANG.
George Cassidy: I don’t know what Tracy’s done with Chainz, but what we saw tonight was… well, pathetic!
The Furious Fists Of God (c) vs Celestial Fury
STIPULATION: BAPTISM OF FIRE
REFEREE: AARON DAVIES
AUTHORS: TASO AND SAM LANDRY
James Brunt: The following is a BAPTISM OF FIRE MATCH! And it is for the AWC Alliance championships!
Truth Waters: Oh baby! What a match! Alliance title match! Baptism of Fire! Historical!
James Brunt: In order to win the match, a member from one team must slam a member from the opposing team into either one of the flaming pits of brimstone and coal!
Truth Waters: First man or woman to get tossed into the flames is the loser! Belts on the line! A grudge that won't end IS going to end here tonight!
James Brunt: Introducing the challengers…
“Paradoxx 666” starts to play and the lights go black except for flashing green strobe lights. The crowd starts to applaud as the light dances across their outstretched arms, and then they erupt in cheers as the music stops.
A green spotlight is now on The Green Grappler as he is standing motionless inside the ring, appearing as if out of thin air.
The music starts again and the fans again voice their support as the arena air is suddenly abuzz. The fans cheer louder as the sky lights up in a shower of sparkling green and white fireworks. The Green Grappler throws his arms up in the air as his cape flaps majestically backwards.
James Brunt: He is from Paradoxx, Colorado… standing 6'1” tall and weighing in at 210 pounds… he is THE GREEEEEEEEEN GRAPPLER!
Truth Waters: What a HUGE opportunity for the masked man from Paradox, Colorado! A chance to win the Alliance titles!
“Times Like These” hits and shooting out of the gate comes Butterfly Hamada. The fans cheer as she races toward the ring. But she stops short as she approaches on of the flaming puts. She slowly and carefully circumvents around the pit and then rolls into the ring.
James Brunt: And from the Nagano Mountains of Japan… Megumi “Butterfly” Hamada! Together they are known as CELESTIAL FURY!
Truth Waters: Did you notice Hamada's fear of the flames, George Cassidy!?
George Cassidy: I sure did! This is great! She will be so scared and preoccupied with the fire, she's going to definitely not be at her best!
The arena goes dark. On the jumbo tron, a face that is half Liam, half Tim Martin shows up, with the words "The Furious Fists of God" coming up in bold letters. Then, pyrotechnics burst at the top of the ramp as the song "Hallelujah" hits.
HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH!
Out of the smoke and fire are Tim and Liam Martin, kneeling there in prayer. Above them video of the two executing moves against opponents are flashing by. Once they finish prayer, they walk down the ramp, side by side, to the ring. They climb in there and jump on the turnbuckles to a combination of church music and boos.
James Brunt: Coming to the ring at a combined weight of over 600 pounds… the AWC Alliance Champions… TIM AND LIAM MARTIN! The Furious Fists of GOD!
The two huge proselytizing bruisers come to the ring with the tag titles around their waists. They point fingers at Celestial Fury and laugh, and show their titles off to the crowd surrounding the steel fence.
George Cassidy: It's gonna be a massacre! The Furious Fists are going to save these poor souls by sending them right to hell! Ha ha ha! Ha ha! Ha!
Truth Waters:The flaming pits are roaring to life now as feul is added! There goes the bell and the referee slides out of the ring and this mother trucker tag team title match is on, baby!
The Martins smile and turn their full attention on Celestial Fury.
George Cassidy: Time to die!
ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!
In a shocking display, The Green Grappler suddenly flies into the air. The Martin brothers watch with shock and surprise as The Green Grappler shoots up into the darkness of the arena rafters.
Truth Waters: Great Scott! The Grappler flew away! WTF!?
At the same time, Butterfly Hamada is ready. She attacks with both men properly distracted. Producing two sets of brass knuckles, one on each fist, Hamada takes turns punching each Martin brother one shot in the groin with all her might. In stereo, Tim hits the mat first and Liam right afterwards, clutching his crotch in breathtaking anguish.
Truth Waters: What the H-E-double hockey sticks! This has descended into anarchy already! Hamada gets her revenge one more time for that brass knuckle attack on her by The Furious Fists when Liam Martin beat her about a month back! She didn't do anything to deserve that brutal attack and has made a purpose of beating both men to the punch, no pun intended, with those equalizers, the brass knuckles!
Keeled over on his knees by the ropes, Tim Martin is still almost as tall as hamada. She throws the brass knuckles into the flaming coal pit on the outside, grabs Tim by the hair and screams out a war cry. Then she delivers a series of three straight elbows to the head, before she turns and heads for the ropes, jumping over Liam who is sprawled on the mat in pain. She jumps off Liam's back on the rebound, and slams a flying knee right into Tim Martin's head and he flies out of the ring, to the floor side where the hard camera is situated.
George Cassidy: The Furious Fists are right all along, this woman is a cheater. She is sneaky! This was worse then Pearl Harbor in there!
Truth Waters: The harbinger of bad tastes chimes in, but this Baptism of Fire match has just begun! So I am sure it will only get worse! But inside the ring, hamada now all by herself with Liam Martin! Dropkick to the midsection! Nice strategy by Hamada... koppou kick to the back of the head and down goes Liam to one knee again! WHOA! Snap kick right to the face and Liam Martin topples over! The little Butterfly roars like a tigress in there!
Hamada grabs Liam by the arm and pulls him up. She hits him with a short arm roundhouse kick, and Liam is rocked again. Hamada then goes forher STO to take down the big man, but Liam hits a series of elbows to the neck and head of Hamada and pushes her aside.
George Cassidy: She can't beat his strength! She's running scared to the ropes again... springboard back elbow... CAUGHT IN MID-AIR! Powerslam! Stopped dead in her tracks, boy-eee!
Liam immediately starts choking Hamada in the cornr, yelling out to the fans all sorts of crazy religious prophecies in various tongues. He jams the dreaded asiatik spike into her throat and Hamada convulses and flails around helplessly. Grabbing her by the hair, Liam throws her into the turnbuckle and punches her right in her throat. His eyes gleamed with eagerness to deal out as much pain as possible on his hapless opponent.
Truth Waters: Body slam by Liam Martin on Hamada. Uh oh. Heaven's elbow! He dropped it right across Hamada's throat! Liam is a nut. he prays to God, or whatever it is he prays to, and then drops an elbow in the throat area. I don't think God would approve... WHOA! He follows that up with a throat punch! Extra power as she was laying on the mat, and now Liam Martin is in TOTAL control.
George Cassidy: He is man-handling her, Truth. Now look, he picks up her limp body. And he is pointing to the coal pit on the right! No! No! Hamada with an elbow strike and another! She hits the ropes... kick to the gut! Liam kicked her in the womb... BIBLICAL BOMB! Spinning sit-down powerbomb by Liam Martin!
Liam stands up, very happy with that lethal powerbomb. He wheels around, looking at the fans and paughs at them. Hamada fights to ger to her feet, but Liam helps her by grabbing hr by the hair. Just then, Tim Martin has recovered enough from that shot to the testicles, and he is standing on the apron. He wants to hit Hamada with The Furiois Fist. Liam spins around and whips Hamada at Tim. Hamada slides like a baseball player right at the feet of Tim Martin, and knocks him off the apron where he slams his face across the corner of the ring. Liam points at Hamada and charges as she gets to her feet. Ducking and pulling down the rope Hamada cuases Liam to spring out of the ring and smash head-on into Tim on the outside.
Truth Waters: Hamada escaped serious harm! Now she is the ONLY one in the ring, the Martins on the floor. Hamada grabs the top rope... SPRINGBOARD SOMERSAULT DOUBLE DROPKICK TO THE FLOOR! Hamada with a miraculous attack, kicks each Fist in the chest on a dangerous flip! But now all three of them are on the floor and no one is in the ring. Where the heck did The Green Grappler rocket off too? Did he set-up Butterfly Hamada!? He is the so-called Pro Wrestler Hunter that Butterfly has been supposedly hunting down!?
Hamada takes turns hitting each Martin brother with an elbow shot, but then Tim comes to before she can turn around and he boots her right in the face.
George Cassidy: Oh yeah! Stopped her dead in her tracks!
Liam hits a forearm, and Hamada stumbles back toward Tim who hits another big boot. Hamada almost topples over as the momentum spins her around, and Liam connects with a nasty double chop to the throat. His lunging attack drops Hamada right to the cold floor. The fans behind the steel fence yell and curse at the Furious Fists, who hurl insults and proverbs right back at them.
Truth Waters: Tim Martin picks up Hamada by the hair… OH MY STARS AND GARTERS! He is smashing her face right up against the fence that surrounds the guard rail, George! And look at Liam… he is on the apron… BIG BOOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD AND HAMADA'S FACE GETS CRUSHED INTO THE FENCE!
Hamada crumples to the floor, her arms flailing about. The arena gasps as they see a river of blood start streaming down Butterfly's forehead and over her nose.
George Cassidy: The Furious Fists of God have unleashed their fury upon Butterfly Hamada! They have cut her open, busted her like a melon against that fence, and we haven't even seen them approach the flaming pits of coal yet!
As if on cue, Liam grabs Hamada by the hair and drags her around the ring toward the right coal pit. The flames seem to get higher and hotter as Liam slowly drags Hamada do her possible doom.
Truth Waters: Liam has Butterfly right at the edge of that fiery coal pit! Eight feet long, three feet wide, and filled with flaming red hot coals, and I think Liam is going to slam her into it!
George Cassidy: HE HEAVES HER UP FOR A CHOKE SLAM…. NO! NO! NO! Reversed into a tornado ddt and Hamada slams Liam's head into the floor! She escaped, that slut! BAM! Not for long! Tim Martin with a big chop and…. HOLY FRIGGIN' GHOST! He just press slammed her right into the steel post!
Truth Waters: Hamada's back was almost broken in half! Tim Martin with a serious power move and now he throws Hamada into the ring! He could have tried to thrown her into the pit there, George, I wonder what he was thinking---
George Cassidy: Don't wonder! See?! See!? Tim Martin has picked up two chairs and he throws them into the ring! He's gonna hurt this girl! He can win this anytime, especially now that The Green Ass Jockey ran away in fear!
Truth Waters: Tim Martin has thrown a chair into the ring and is going up to the top rope with the other. Liam is in the ring and he body slams Hamada to the mat… Tim jumps… EAGLE SPLASH WITH THE CHAIR ON HAMADA! Tim Martin with a devastating maneuver on Butterfly Hamada!
George Cassidy: They aren't done with her… Liam has a chair… CHAIR SHOT ACROSS HAMADA'S BACK!
Truth Waters: And Tim is right there like a jackal to pick up the pieces… and he picks up Hamada by the face… EAGLE'S CLAW SPINEBUSTER ON THE CHAIR! Oh me oh my! She is a mess in there!
George Cassidy: And look at Tim and Liam! They are letting the fans know it in there! They are letting the fans have it, preaching the word of the White Lord! At their feet, a broken Butterfly Hamada! They have proven their superiority, as if it was in question!
Illuminated by the flaming red coals, Tim and Liam look like haunting, evil, masochistic villains as they prophesize to the fans. With Hamada a bloody heap in the middle of the ring, it looks like a scene out of hell in the center of the arena.
Then suddenly a puff of smoke, so quick yet also large, in one corner of the ring erupts. Tim Martin is looking out toward the fans and doesn't see what just arrived to the ring, but Liam does, as The Green Grappler steps out of the mysterious mists.
Truth Waters: It's Green Grappler! He just appeared in the ring in a burst of smoke! Liam saw him and he almost shit his pants! But now he's got a chair and he charges The Green Grappler… miss… POW! Oh man! He just hit the slingshot that chair right off the ropes and right back into his own face! Liam Martin is stunned… DROPKICK TO THE CHAIR AND LIAM FLIES OUT OF THE RING!
The arena shakes with cheers as Liam tumbles to the floor and Tim Martin turns to face The Green Grappler. Tim charges but he is met with a flying body press by Grappler, his cape flowing in the air as he leaps to crash into Martin's chest. Tim kicks him off immediately, gets to his feet, and goes for a clothesline, but Grappler ducks it and kicks Tim right in the sack. Then he grabs him and starts to go for a pile driver.
George Cassidy: That Green son-of-a-bitch! He… NO! Ha ha! He got back body dropped! He tried his lame-ass pile driver but he couldn't hit it on big Tim! CLOTHESLINE! What a lariat by Tim Martin!
Truth Waters: Green Grappler is stunned as he fights to get to a vertical base…. Tim Martin has grabbed a chair… HE THROWS IT AND IT SLAMS RIGHT INTO GRAPPLER’S HEAD! Grappler now on spaghetti legs and he gets KICKED in the gut!
George Cassidy: Is he??? Will he??? Yes! Yes! THE LORD'S WISH! Right in the middle of the ring, Tim Martin just planted Groin Grabber with that high powered neck breaker!
Truth Waters: And Liam martin has slid back in the ring and again the Furious Fists of God are letting the fans know what they are all about! They are pointing at the broken bodies of Celestial Fury at their feet and they are proud of what they have done here today!
George Cassidy: It's time they finished this! They played cat and mouse, now it's time to end this! Send someone to hell! Right into the flaming pits!
Truth Waters: Tim Martin picks up Green Grappler and slaps a chop across his throat… and another… and here comes Liam… CLOTHESLINE OVER THE TOP ROPE! And Green Grappler has fallen out of the ring and very close to the edge of the fire pit on the left side of the ring! And out goes Liam! And his brother Tim follows! The Furious Fists have Green Grappler at their mercy outside the ring and I think this match may end right here with a wrestler badly burned and injured!
George Cassidy: He deserves it for all the crap he has pulled! Burn that mask right off his face!
Truth Waters: The Furious Fists now have Green Grappler by the throat. They gorilla press him over their heads! OH MY! Grapps is going to get thrown into the flaming pits of coal! ROCKET LAUNCHER INTO THE FLAMES….
Unlike anything seen before, a streak of white flies theough the air off the ring apron. Butterfly Hamada leaps into the air, and catches The Green Grappler mid-flight in a fireman's carry. They land hard, glowing red sparks of fire ignite the air around the flaming pit. For a mere millisecond, it is as if the lights of the arena have gone completely black. Only the red embers and heat of the brimstone pits can be seen. And inside that one pit, a young girl stands, Butterfly Hamada, protecting her comrade and tag partner from the flames. The fire is all around her, but she does not burn. And on her left arm, it is if her tattoo has come to life, a butterfly of flickering red and orange flames. And then, just like the wind on a quiet night, it all disappears.
George Cassidy: What happened!?
Truth Waters: Hamada saved The Green Grappler! She saved him from crashing into the white hot coals inside the flaming pits! How did she do it and not get burned!? Odds bodkin's! What the heck just happened down there!?
The fans are chanting “Holy Shit! Holy Shit!” as a bloody Hamada puts her tag partner down and makes sure he can stand. Given no more then a second to breath, Liam Martin rushes the pair with arms extended. Butterfly pushes Grappler away and dives down. Liam Martin slams face first into the steel fence and tumbles to the floor.
George Cassidy: Instant replay! Instant replay! Hamada went through the fire!
Truth Waters: Of her own accord! She never got slammed into the flames, and neither did Grappler! But Tim Martin doesn't care! He stays on the offensive here, even as the entire arena is still in shock over what happened! Tim clubs Hamada in the back over and over, and then slams her right back into the steel fence!
As Hamada crumples and slides down the fence, Tim Martin grabs the Green Grappler and starts laying fists into him as Liam gets up. Once Liam does, Liam starts looking under the ring for something. All the while, Tim throws the Green Grappler back into the ring, wanting to stay away from a conscious-growing Hamada. Liam pulls out a table from underneath the ring and slides it into the ring, instantly going back into the ring for something else.
Truth Waters: This can only mean trouble…ONLY TROUBLE!
Insides the ring, Tim sets up the table. He then grabs the Green Grappler, throwing him against the ropes. As the Green Grappler comes back, Tim attempts to powerslam the Green Grappler through the table, but Grappler holds on for dear life, spinning Tim around even more into a Tornado DDT onto the mat. The Green Grappler bounces up…but is whipped down by a chair to the face from Liam Martin!
Truth Waters: And like that, The Green Grappler is down and out!
George Cassidy: Amazing work by Liam Martin! Way to lay it into them!
Liam Martin slides back out of the ring, leaving the chair in there, and goes back under the ring for something else. Meanwhile, though, Megumi Hamada is up and slides into the ring, seeing Tim in there trying to get up. She kicks him in the teeth once, sending him from sitting up to laying down and writhing. While Tim is on his back, Megumi jumps off the middle turnbuckle and executes a middle-rope moonsault. She then grabs the chair and does it again, this time landing with the chair underneath her! Liam slids the Ladder into the ring, not realizing that Butterfly is in there laying waste to Tim. Butterfly, though, see Liam right by the ladder, and she executes a baseball slide into the ladder, sending it sliding into Liam, laying him flat out! Butterfly gets up and walks around the ring, trying to regain some composure…
”BUTTERFLY! BUTTERFLY!”
Truth Waters: Listen to this crowd, not cheerin’ for any suckas, but rather the true badass in the ring!
George Cassidy: No, everyone, it’s TIM AND LIAM! TIM AND LIAM! They’re pronouncing Tim and Liam as “Butterfly” for some reason…
Back in the ring, Butterfly and the Grappler have Tim up on the ropes near the table. They are both hitting him with fore arms. Wearing him down a little bit, they drag him over to the table, setting up for a double suplex. As they try to lift him up, though, Tim uses his brute strength to throw the both of them over his shoulders, suplexing the two of them simultaneously! The three are down in the ring now, and Liam is walking around groggily on the outside.
George Cassidy: See that? Mark of a true champ! Uses the powers of the LAHWD to save the day!
Truth Waters: Well, you can hallelujah all your jibba jibber on my black ass.
George Cassidy: Ew, Truth, gross.
Inside the ring, Tim has gotten to his feet and has pulled Butterfly up. He starts laying fists into her, wearing her down. After a boot to the stomach, Tim places Butterfly’s head in between his legs. Instead of powerbombing or piledriving, though, he grabs her legs and starts pulling, executing a floating Boston crab! She is writhing all around!
Truth Waters: That Vice Crab is just torturing Butterfly! Look at Tim! He’s laughing!
George Cassidy: And here comes Liam!
Liam slides into the ring and taps Tim on the shoulder. Tim lets go of the Vice Crab and Butterfly drops on the ground, screaming. Liam then continues to lift Butterfly to her feet, putting her on her shoulders in some kind of Fisherman’s Carry. Tim walks over to the table set up in the ring and puts a knee underneath it, waiting for Liam. Liam walks over and lifts Butterfly up over his head and then…
*SMASH!*
Truth Waters: HOLY FUCKING SHIT! THEY JUST SENT BUTTERFLY THROUGH THE TABLE AND THEN DROPPED HER FACE ON TIM’S KNEE! SHE IS BLOODY! SHE IS BRUISED! SHE IS DONE!
George Cassidy: HALLLLLLLELUJAHHHHHH!...
Truth Waters: The chaos! THE CHAOS!
Unknowingly to the Fists, though, The Green Grappler is up with the chair. As Tim sees the Grappler, his eyes light up. Liam turns around, wondering what his brother is looking at…
*SLAM!*
Across the face, Liam is hit out of the ring with the chair! Tim gets up from the carnage of the table and runs over to the Grappler, only to get a kick in the stomach. Tim keels over, prompting Grappler to stand the chair underneath Tim’s mouth…Grappler lifts up Tim’s head, his jaw clenching onto the chair, then driving it…
*SMASH!*
A tooth and blood shoot out from the break, sending Tim on his back. Tim begins to twitch, not really moving. Blood is pouring from where the tooth came out. The Grappler is trying to regain some composure in the ring, walking over to Butterfly to see how she is doing.
Truth Waters: Thank GOD! Those brothers just got what they deserved!
George Cassidy: Exactly…they only deserved a cheap shot! Celestial Fury can suck a nut!
The Grappler has sat Butterfly up, but out of the corner of his eyes he sees Liam standing outside of the ring. Liam slowly rolls in, but The Green Grappler meets him with stomps to the head. After a little longer with this, Liam is lifted off the ground by The Green Grappler, who throws Liam into the ropes. Liam comes flying back with a double fore arm smash, dropping The Green Grappler with authority. Liam shakes his head and looks around. He then sees Tim on the ground, still out and still bleeding from the mouth. Liam shoots him a glance but is quickly alert as The Green Grappler is back up, rushing at Liam. Liam thinks he is ready, but the Green Grappler launches a foot at Liam! As The Green Grappler stands there after the blow, Liam stumbles around groggily. The Green Grappler isn’t ready for the wild swings that Liam subconsciously throws, and takes one right to the jaw! Both the Grappler and Liam go down, hard.
George Cassidy: Look at that, fighting till the end! THAT’S THE WHITE LORD’S STRENGTH!
Truth Waters: Ain’t no white lord ever gonna…
George Cassidy: Blah blah blah, you’re boring.
Butterfly is now up. She looks around and, instead of dragging one of the brothers up, she…pulls in that ladder! Slowly she sets it up near Tim, everyone in the ring still either writhing around (Liam and The Green Grappler) or just straight up knocked out. Next to Tim on the ground is a chair, within his arms reach. Megumi begins climbing up the ladder, the look of anger on her face.
Truth Waters: What is she doing? Just drag Tim into the pit, finish the match!
George Cassidy: She’s being a dumb idiot, Truth! She’s trying to end Tim after all that has happened!
Butterfly is now at the top of the ladder. She stands on top of the ladder, for a moment, and then turns around, leaping off and begins executing the Arco Celestial, her finisher, from the top! While she is in the air, though, Tim wakes up and grabs the chair. In his hands, he takes a swing right as she is about to land on him…
*SMACK!!!!!*
The chair knocks Butterfly to the side of Tim, putting her out cold! She is a crumpled mess in the ropes, not moving at all. Tim sits up, laughing, the blood still pouring from his mouth.
Truth Waters: I don’t think this is an exaggeration…BUTTERFLY HAMADA IS DEAD!
George Cassidy: She sure did get the shit kicked out of her.
Truth Waters: And look at Tim! Smiling all sinister like that! He looks like the damned devil! You just know he was waiting this whole time!
Tim stands up, laughing, and grabs Butterly by the neck, starting to climb the ladder with Butterfly in his hand. He can be heard saying “To hell with you, jezebel!” over and over in a sing-song tone. He almost reaches the top and stops for a moment, turning around and clutching Butterfly’s neck before the top step. He then begins to pray, mumbling some words. Finally, he puts Hamada on his shoulders, a la a powerbomb, and steps on the top step, standing straight up. The crowd is cheering with excitement of what will happen.
Truth Waters: What is Tim going to do?! Is he going to power bomb her into the pit out of the ring?!
Tim lifts Hamada in the air, about to throw her down…but she slips and jumps out, crashing into the ring! Tim begins trying to balance himself when…out of no where…THE GREEN GRAPPLER KNOCKS OVER THE LADDER! Tim Martin goes flying off, and…
*CRASH! BURRNNNN!*
*DING DING DING!*
Truth Waters: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
”HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
Truth Waters: The crowd has got it right…Tim Martin just fell from off the ladder and into the coals! He could be dead, he could be burnt up right now…the paramedics are already rushing over to the pit, trying to save him!
George Cassidy: You know what that means…
James Brunt: The winners, and the new AWC ALLIANCE CHAMPIONS… CELESTIAL FURY!
The Green Grappler kneels in the middle of the ring, exhausted, as James Brunt drapes him with the titles. The scene ends with the camera on The Green Grappler, holding the title to the skies.
Arrival Of The Kinslayer
FEATURING: DAGOTH KINSLAYER, UR
AUTHOR: LOZ
The guards on the front gate look at the man now coming in and wonder if they had suddenly entered a History Channel special. The man walking towards them was like nothing they had ever seen. As he reaches the door they are blocking the man raises a sword to their eyes. They do not hesitate to move out of the way of the man. He grunts and moves inside the building.
The man kept walking through the corridors of the building passing besides members of the crew who could do nothing more than look agape at the man that passes them by. They see his eyes full of hate and anger and they recoil. The man finally arrives at the door he is looking for and opens it. The lights inside are off except for one lit candle at the end of the room.
Voice: Welcome to the Atlantic Wrestling Club, Dagoth Kinslayer.
Dagoth walks over to the light and stands in front of the figure dressed in black. He punches the table in anger.
Dagoth Kinslayer: What did I tell you, demon? I have no fear of you and until the day comes that I must fulfill my destiny, I don’t want to see you.
The figure’s face can’t be seen as a hood covers most of it, except for the red glow of its eyes.
Voice: You have so much to learn General. I am only here to guide you. You are looking for someone and I know where that person is, but I won’t tell you. Think of it as a test.
Dagoth grabs the cloak but he only gets a grasp of air as the figure disappears from in front of him and laughs maniacally behind him.
Dagoth Kinslayer: Is the genocide of a people not enough? Who do you want me to kill, Ur?
Ur: You will find all the information in that folder. I will leave you now but I’ll be watching.
The figure disappears out of thin air and Dagoth can’t do anything but release his anger on the table in front of him. With one swift punch, the table breaks into pieces with the candle falling down and burning out, leaving Dagoth in complete darkness.
Dagoth Kinslayer: I will avenge your deaths… I will kill Attila, even if I have to destroy everyone else. AWC better be ready, for the Kinslayer is here.
Adam Dick (c) vs Aimz and Jack Murphy
STIPULATION: HANDICAP
REFEREE: MICHAEL RYAN
AUTHOR: JAMIE FLETCHER
James Brunt: The following is the penultimate match of Bloodlust! It is a handicap match for the AWC Transatlantic championship…
“Seven Faces” by Slayer smashes out of the PA system.
James Brunt: First the challengers.
To an horrendously loud chorus of boos Jack Murphy wanders onto the stage ready to claim the championship.
James Brunt: From Kildare, Ireland, weighing in at 278 pounds… JACK “THE BULL” MURPHY!
Paying little attention to the sold out audience he walks down the ramp only stopping to spit at the camera lens of the camera that is following his every footstep. Getting into the ring Jack “The Bull” Murphy poses for the crowd until his music stops. The change of music brings a distinct change in his attitude, a stern and displeased domineer poses him.
Truth Waters: I just don’t get this guy. He calls himself the Bull yet he needs a partner on his team just to beat the champion?
George Cassidy: Argh… It wasn’t his choice to have a partner Truth. He got forced by the damn management. Do you honestly think Jack Murphy would have wanted a partner? And AIMZ, of all people?
“24” by Jem replaces Slayer, a lot quieter and totally against anything Jack Murphy listens to.
Truth Waters: If Murphy is annoyed at having to team with Aimz, then imagine how Aimz feels.
George Cassidy: Overawed? SHE SHOULD BE.
Truth Waters: This clever piece of match making gives the fans a great insight into the true professionalism of their heroes.
James Brunt: And his partner, from Halifax, Canada, weighing in at 147 pounds… AIMZ!
Jumping onto the apron, Aimz flings herself over the top rope and rolls into a pose.
James Brunt: And the champion…
“Family Business” by The Fugees hits. The crowd in response gives a reluctant pop for Adam Dick. The crowd has to cheer for someone. And he’s a bad ass. The Face-Eater is donning his crown as he saunters to the ring, the champion pauses for photos at the bottom of the ramp. Keeping eye contact with Murphy he avoids Aimz’s eyes in fear of doubting himself after she had beat him.
James Brunt: The Illustrious Faeces-Eater, Adam Dick.
Getting in the ring Adam Dick gives the ring announcer a glare before belittling tossing him his crown.
Truth Waters: Adam Dick showing no respect for the crown he melted down from the Transatlantic title belt!
George Cassidy: Nor for our ring announcer James Brunt, with whom Dick has something of a chequered history!
Murphy chances a glance at Aimz, who either doesn’t see him or ignores him, and stands on the ring cables pissing off members of audience in an attempt to get a little cheap heat.
Truth Waters: Hmmm I’m going to put $100 on the match going between 30 and 35 minutes, you in Cassidy?
George Cassidy: No! Leave me alone and call the match.
Truth Waters: Adam Dick is at great disadvantage in this match while at the same time he has a great advantage. He may have to wrestle both Aimz and Jack Murphy but not having to team with them lifts a burden that both of the challengers have.
George Cassidy: The smarts of the Face-Eater tell him Jack Murphy won’t be able to co-operate with Aimz and when it comes down to it this is in fact as good as a Three Way Fury.
Truth Waters: That’s what we might have thought, Cass, but we did see a glimmer of cooperation between The Bull and The Red Raver on the night this match was made…
Gracefully moving into the middle of the ring Aimz calls Adam Dick out his corner, she is ready to go. Smiling Dick watches Jack Murphy turn Aimz around. He quizzes Aimz about her intentions and informs her of her role in the match. This gives Adam Dick a chance, running forward Adam Dick throws both legs into the air driving them into the back of Aimz. Tumbling forward Aimz pushes Murphy into the corner of the ring. The Transatlantic champion wastes no time in getting onto his knees and rolling Aimz up for a pin.
ONE!
Jack Murphy breaks it up before the referee can even smash the mat with his hand a second time.
George Cassidy: Why am I not surprised the match didn’t end right there, hmm?
Picking the champion up Jack Murphy applies a wrist lock but Dick rolls, then turns himself over… but before he can flip over and out of the submission Jack Murphy drops his knee down into the spine of Adam Dick. Feeling the pain Dick collapses to the mat allowing Jack Murphy to strengthen his lock. Getting up Aimz spots an opportunity to deliver further harm to the champion. Sprinting into the ropes Aimz lines herself up with the submission. Adam Dick can do nothing but soak up the pain of Aimz’s feet colliding with his face, unhappy Jack Murphy releases the submission and confronts Aimz.
Truth Waters: We are going to see a breakdown right here. Cass your man can’t win if he is fighting with his own partner.
George Cassidy: Who says he is my man?
Truth Waters: Oh come on Cassidy, you’ve been precumming over his possibility of winning all night.
Surprised by Jack’s response, Aimz backs off. “Get out!” shouts Murphy, forcing Aimz out onto the ring apron.
George Cassidy: See, that bitch is going to ruin Murphy’s ch---
Truth Waters: CASSIDY! We have to be impartial. About that fucking wench.
Looking over his shoulder Jack Murphy spots Adam Dick on his feet. The former Livewire champion does a regulation run at Dick, lifting his knee he lines it up with the Illustrious Face-Eater’s head. Dick combats the offensive with a strong elbow to the face of Murphy; the sharp thinking from the champion pays off. Sliding down behind Murphy, Dick swipes his feet and takes him to the ground for maximum suppression. There would have been no worry about Jack Murphy trying to tag Aimz in; Jack Murphy believes this is a singles match between himself and Adam Dick.
Truth Waters: Murphy has to be careful not to bite his nose off to spite his face.
On the mat Adam Dick slaps Jack Murphy into a chin submission; he pulls the chin back adding pressure to the front and back of the neck. Murphy uses his size and technical ability to block out the pain, lift his legs so he can wrap them around the head of Adam Dick. Pulling hard enough Murphy finally manages to break the submission completely, putting himself firmly in the driving set with a head scissors. Just as Murphy was able to use his greater size to his advantage, Adam was going to attempt to use his smaller size to his advantage. Adam attempts to lift his body up and over so he is facing the mat while in the submission, up he goes! Murphy twists his legs grounding Adam Dick rather quickly.
Looking rather frustrated Aimz watches her fellow challenger and “partner” work over Adam Dick suppressing him. Jack Murphy stabs the knife further into the champion as he tightens the hold further pushing every last bit of air out of the champions lungs and turning him bright red. Aimz watches Murphy pull the champion into the middle of the ring to make sure Dick can’t escape the submission via the rope break rule. In a spot of bother Adam Dick searches for a way out on the move but he can’t. He is nowhere near a cable, he can’t roll over without causing severe pain to his neck, he can’t fight back and he can not pull off any reversal.
George Cassidy: This is the shit. Man Murphy is genius, this guy was born in a scientific wrestling test tube.
Truth Waters: Look at Aimz. She’s never had that look on her face outside of the bedroom.
Pushing down with his lower muscles and up with his upper body strength Murphy continues to intensify the hold. On edge Aimz is concerned that Adam Dick isn’t going to make it out of the submission. The Face-Eater looks as if he is ready to give up, his face bright red and his normal charisma visually drain. A second strain of effort is exerted on him and like a battery feeding off of momentum he powers back up. The pulling up is too much (easier then pushing down, getting too much work for Murphy). The champion is able to vault back over his head using his hands. Then face first down between his leg’s Adam Dick can use his hands to handstand to safety but before he can move Face-Eater puts one arm around Adam Dick and the other supporting his feet… Short handle piledriv--- No Dick’s legs slither around Jack Murphy’s neck and a reversal of situations as Murphy is now at Adam Dick’s mercy.
Truth Waters: Nifty. Look at Aimz.
Aimz again looks unhappy. It doesn’t matter who is in control, if it the same to her all she cares about is that somebody doesn’t win. The Illustrious Face-Eater hasn’t got the energy to effectively put the submission to use and Jack Murphy knows this. Performing the same escape as Adam Dick did, Jack Murphy actually successfully executes the handstand into a standing pose.
George Cassidy: Even at two seventy-eight he can do stuff like that!
Following the assault straight up Jack Murphy goes down to grab the rising Adam Dick in a side headlock. However Facey slithers out of the move, standing slightly behind Murphy, Dick is able to launches him into the ropes. Murphy flings off into a Adam Dick snap suplex. Both men get up automatically but Dick can takes control nailing the first fist. The champion scores with a second right, then a third both connecting with the exact same spot as the first.
Truth Waters: Murphy’s struggling to control the spontaneities of Adam Dick.
Out of the corner of his eye Dick can spot Aimz impatiently waiting in the corner of the ring, she is still full of life. He ploughs over the thought of having to face her within seconds of Jack Murphy making the tag.
George Cassidy: And this is how we would’ve liked it… Adam Dick and Jack Murphy slugging it out, without a look-in for the disrespectful whore who thinks she can use her reputation from elsewhere to get right the way to the top.
Truth Waters: I don’t think that’s ALL that’s getting her to the top, Cassidy…
George Cassidy: Oh yeah?
Truth Waters: Yeah, Aimz uses her body to good effect… if you know what I mean.
As the startling bias of the West Atlantic announcers continues, the full scale bar room style brawl erupts with a reflex punch from Jack Murphy knocking the Transatlantic champion back. The shock factor gets Adam Dick who wasn’t expecting the comeback. Murphy swings again but Dick lifts his arms in time to block the move, Murphy uses the other… again Adam Dick blocks the attack. Dick fails to block another right hook which catches him on the cheek bone and knocks him further back. The Transatlantic champion is in trouble as Jack Murphy presses on with a third punch but Dick ducks it. Moving away from Murphy, Dick gives himself enough room to turn around.
Truth Waters: Dick is nimble.
George Cassidy: …
Truth Waters: Ah.
Dick goes in at Murphy like a bull.
George Cassidy: Haha, the irony!
Truth Waters: What? Cassidy, we can’t hear the narrative.
George Cassidy: (tapping his earpiece) What do you think this is for?
Truth Waters: Hey! How come I don’t get one?
His head down using it as a battering ram in an assault on the challenger, Dick forces Murphy into the corner. Murphy makes a vain attempt to revolt but the power behind the Face-Eater’s attack is too much for Jack Murphy’s pounding right fists to counter. Taking Murphy’s right hand Dick wraps it around his own head. Moving backwards at a slow pace Dick takes extra precaution before hitting anticipated yet textbook Northern Lights suplex on the challenger.
George Cassidy: Nice; he’s got great strength to be lifting the 278-pounder overhead like that.
Refusing to make a cover just yet Dick carries the move through lifting Jack Murphy up for another onslaught. Murphy has it planned, just before the second suplex he drops a stiff elbow into the upper spine of the Transatlantic champion causing the champion to lose control of proceedings. The Northern Lights suplex position has drastically changed into a front face lock in favour of Jack Murphy who looks happy with his new found dominance.
Truth Waters: Let me guess… excellent… oh why don’t I shove my pencil dick up his ass?
George Cassidy: Speak for yourself.
Unaware of Aimz poised in the corner behind him Murphy wanders backwards and out of nowhere feels the cold hard slap of Aimz’s head on his shoulder. The referee watches the tag being made and calls it legal.
Truth Waters: That’s… er… innovation?
Jack Murphy hadn’t noticed, pissed off he throws the champion to the mat then spinning he tries to confront Aimz but she had already removed herself from the apron so that Jack Murphy doesn’t tag himself back in.
George Cassidy: Aimz coming to her senses and realizing the size difference between the two of them and accepts that Jack Murphy could easily do damage to her. She’s only a woman, after all…
Truth Waters: But not much of a lady!
Sliding into the ring Aimz goes straight to the ropes opposite the rising Adam Dick. She catapults off of them racing towards the champion, jumping into the air she hits a lariat which has just enough impact to knock Facey off of his feet. Aimz follows it up with a couple of stiff kicks. Each kick a testimony to her dedication. Her firy red hair shines underneath the dazzling AWC lights, the third kick makes the first two look pathetic. It sends Adam Dick into spasms, he gets up onto his feet as a direct result the pain.
George Cassidy: Come on now, the marquee says wrestling.
Dick is hunched in the middle of the ring… Aimz connects with a European uppercut to Adam and then follows it up with a dropsault which floors the champion.
Truth Waters: Aimz really has to use the air. If she keeps this match at a slow pace, or is grounded for a significant time period she hasn’t got a hope in hell.
George Cassidy: That move was straight out of the Kama Sutra!
Truth Waters: …Alright, it’s wearing thin.
With momentum fully on her side Aimz shoots off of the mat and goes out of the ring and onto the ring apron. By which time Adam Dick is in the middle of the ring: standing and ready for attacking. She leaps up onto the top ring cable, she flies towards Adam Dick but too high for a cross body…
George Cassidy: This looks bad…
She wraps her legs around his head attempting a hurricarana but it is reversed – Adam Dick hits a destructive powerbomb completely against all flow of the match.
Truth Waters: Who for?! Stunning powerbomb!
It is a release bomb allowing Dick to move into the corner of the ring and recover after a huge initial outburst from the lucha libre friendly Aimz.
George Cassidy: The first really big move, and Aimz is out.
Truth Waters: Dick doesn’t see it worthwhile to make the cover. The prestige of the occasion might well have been enough to kick some energy back into Aimz for the escape.
Finally on her feet Aimz expects an attack from Dick but she can’t cover all avenues of assault. Double axe handle smash to Aimz’s skull. The champion barges Aimz into the corner of the ring taking a clear advantage of his size.
George Cassidy: The difference in size is evident both visually and in the context of the match.
Dick from just a few paces begins to run into Aimz violently. Every time Aimz gets a stiff elbow in her neck. The third short range elbow is executed to full effect. Aimz ducks it and rolls across the ring to avoid any follow up plan of Adam Dick.
Truth Waters: Victimisation, pure and simple.
Dick sprints to Aimz, Aimz side steps and attempts to take Dick down with a side toe hold but Dick is to big and strong for Aimz, he stands his ground. Lifting his free left leg over the body of Aimz, Dick applies an inverted ankle lock but Aimz shoots to the bottom cable.
Truth Waters: Fast!
George Cassidy: Aimz is a fast woman…
The referee asserts some authority pulling the Transatlantic champion off of Aimz giving Aimz enough room to get onto her feet. The crowd begins a slow clap for Aimz who acknowledges the response of the audience by joining in with them. Like a small challenger to the leader of the pact Aimz shoots across the mat trying to take out Adam Dick’s feet but Dick side steps away to safety. Sniggering Aimz is annoyed that the champion evaded her. Leaping up onto her feet she again gets the crowd chanting and clapping. This time she has a clear policy of old school wrestling tie up.
Truth Waters: (laughing) Imagine if I tied up with Aimz. I think I would squash her like a bug.
They tie up, Aimz keeps her own to begin with but the great weight difference is visible as Adam Dick makes use of his advantage pushing down on the shoulders of Aimz. The power of Dick is concentrated, his hands smothering most of Aimz shoulders. Jack Murphy shouts some encouragement from the sideline but crippling under the pressure Aimz is brought down to her knees.
George Cassidy: I’m not quite understanding this Murphy/Aimz story. The Bull clearly encouraging Aimz there but they haven’t exactly been getting on like a house on fire.
She makes a good attempt to get herself back up but all the straining in the world isn’t going to help Aimz. Aimz’s head falls breaking from the demanding pressure placed upon her. Adam Dick laughs at Aimz’s servitude, a clear win for Adam Dick who lets Aimz go. Unaware Aimz tries to gain back some energy, above her Adam Dick smiles at the sight of Aimz knelt before him.
Truth Waters: Isn’t he more used to Ellis Nash being there?
George Cassidy: In his dreams. We all know Ellis is mine… what?
Irate, Cassidy stares at the laughing Truth Waters, as holding his hands out in front of him the member of the Unfuckables mimics a penis between himself and Aimz. The camera pans in on his face, nodding with approval as he perversely looks down at Aimz.
Truth Waters: The Illustrious Face-Eater loving every moment…
Tilting her head Aimz can see the Face-Eater out of the corner of her eye. Engrossed in his own world Adam Dick is more interested in his fantasy head session then Aimz. To his surprise Aimz lands a European uppercut to his inner thigh. The camera pans in on Aimz face, it also has a smile nevertheless this smile is different shockingly comforting to the fans.
Truth Waters: OOH, there go the REGIONS~!
George Cassidy: Move it along, hmm? I’m only here for Murphy.
Despite the opinions of the commentators the live crowd are firmly behind Aimz, she shoots up onto her feet implementing a side headlock on Dick. Using his foot Dick is able to take Aimz’s right leg out completely reversing the pulse of the action. Dick solicits an unsuccessful German suplex, the lucha libre again pulling through for Aimz. Waist lock enforced by Aimz but it’s weak allowing Dick to spin leading with elbow, destined for Aimz’s head but Aimz’s agility gives her room to duck.
Running forward she attempts to take Dick down with a short range gore but he fights back. Spotting two spots either side of the Illustrious Face-Eater’s feet she throws her hands down onto them. Handstand, head scissors… No! Out of nowhere Dick grabs the legs and moves forward adapting his defensive into a Boston crab!
George Cassidy: That was fast, furious…
Truth Waters: And copyrighted.
Struggling Aimz looks for the ropes… They are just in front of her… She chucks her body weight into the air… her left hand reaches the bottom cable, she pulls herself up and her right hand also latches on. The referee counts… ONE! TWO! THREE! Murphy storms into the ring but his movement is unneeded as Adam Dick breaks the hold.
George Cassidy: Should AWC have rope breaks?
Silence.
Truth Waters: Pardon~?
Scampering to her feet Aimz can’t avoid Adam Dick who thrusts his right knee into her stomach giving him the capability to force her into a side headlock. Murphy seems to consider something for a second but then shakes his head, moving back out to the apron to wait his turn.
Truth Waters: Jack Murphy getting itchy feet after an extended spell outside of this match!
George Cassidy: His knows his talents should be the ones gracing center stage.
A furious burst from Aimz means she can break free, Facey grounds Aimz with an ankle lock but she shimmies back, then throwing her leg over manages to get onto Face-Eater’s shoulder blades. He lifts her up. Moving around the ring Adam Dick looks to hit the electrical chair but Aimz wriggles off. Cobra clutch!
Truth Waters: Aimz has Adam Dick licked in the middle of the ring.
Again exposing the size difference Adam Dick lifts Aimz onto his back but she leap frogs him.
George Cassidy: Or perhaps not, Truth! It takes a lot more than that to lick Dick.
Truth Waters: …
George Cassidy: Ah.
Sprinting into the ropes she rockets off… cross body, no! Adam Dick catches Aimz as if she was a tennis ball. Again an express change… SCHOOLBOY PIN!
George Cassidy: Aimz tips the balance of the scales! Here we go!
ONE!
On edge Murphy gets into the ring.
KICKOUT!
Truth Waters: Murphy once again more than willing to get involved, but it wasn’t needed.
Scouring over to the Face-Eater, Aimz slaps a grounded headlock on the Transatlantic champion in another attempt to equalize the situation in the match. Going wandering Adam Dick’s right arm searches for a way to rebel running all over the upper body of Aimz… he finds her breast… Dick has a quick feel to the crowd’s delight but then gets serious moving the arm up to her neck.
George Cassidy: Heh, the “walking erection”, as Aimz has described him, can’t resist copping a feel.
Truth Waters: It’s more than you’ve had since your wife left, right?
George Cassidy: Never. Mention. Her. Again.
Like a boa constrictor the champion wraps his arm around Aimz’s neck then pulls it backwards applying the greatest amount of potential pressure.
Truth Waters: (changing the subject) Ooh, Aimz don’t look too happy about the glorified choke hold!
Propping herself up on her hands Aimz flips over and then handstanding she loosens the grip Adam Dick has on her head… jumping out of the submission... Pivoting Aimz’s leg spins towards Adam Dick’s head like a buzzsaw but Dick ducks. In the fashion of a Venus fly trap Dick seizes Aimz’s right leg and takes her down with a dragon screw which he automatically converts into an ankle lock but she rolls out of the move and sweeps Adam Dick’s legs out from underneath him… up she gets, standing Dead Aim… But Adam Dick moves and Aimz hits cold hard mat!
Truth Waters: Oh she misses! Aimz having gone for an abbreviated version of the Dead Aim after a fast-paced exchange!
George Cassidy: Aimz misread the situation. She misunderstood Adam Dick.
Roll up from Adam Dick suppressing Aimz into a small ball.
ONE!
TWO!
Jack Murphy breaks it up.
George Cassidy: And that’s about time we see some of The Bull!
Truth Waters: He relished the chance to do that but also knew he had to be quick to keep his championship hopes alive.
George Cassidy: Indeed! It’s unfair hampering Murphy’s title shot like this. Aimz’s size puts her at a great disadvantage while attempting to kick out of a pin. And he has to work with her as a partner?! It’s a disgrace.
The referee ushers Jack Murphy out of the ring, turning his back on Adam Dick who takes the opportunity to choke Aimz. The crowd urge the referee to redirect his attention but in true pantomime fashion Jack Murphy keeps the referee distracted with Adam Dick does everything he can to break the rules.
Truth Waters: Aimz is being choked with an empty mouth… there’s a first.
George Cassidy: Quickly Adam! Stop it!
Finally when Michael Ryan does revert his attention back to Aimz and Dick chokegate has ended and Dick is picking a loose and lifeless Aimz off of the floor. Wisely Dick hides Aimz’s bright red face under his arm. Then moving further away from the official Adam Dick hurls Aimz into the air… he dangles her… then brings her crashing down onto his knee with a brainbusting neckbreaking combo move straight from the old school manual on how to win a match!
George Cassidy: That felt like the 1950s all over again.
Truth Waters: Dick is STIFF!
George Cassidy: …
Truth Waters: Ah.
This time the champion doesn’t follow up his offensive with a pin. He decides to develop it further and expand on the punishment delivered by the awful move he just pulled on Aimz. Without second thought he pulls Aimz off the floor and inhumanely places her once again in a front face lock. He goes to lift her up again but she’s not budging, using all her energy Aimz makes her best efforts to stop Facey but he is too strong. Saying that it’s no easy suplex for Adam Dick, shocked Face-Eater has to struggle for a moment before taking control back. With control firmly his again Dick pushes the body of Aimz into the air like the weights in his room. A little cocky shuffle across into the middle of the ring is followed by a watertight twisting driver which guides Aimz’s head into the mat… Dick pulls Aimz’s leg back over her body and close to his chest.
Truth Waters: Another devastating piledriver and Adam Dick may have it!
ONE!
TWO!
George Cassidy: JACK MURPHY! Saves the day and keeps our hopes intact!
But his hopes may not correlate with those of the crowd, who are very split, none of the competitors being particular favourites. A growing ”FACEY! FACEY!” chant is following the two big impact moves on Aimz, but there are many cardboard cut-outs of Jack Murphy being waved while most of the signs seen feature slogans about Aimz – some complimentary, some derogatory.
Hooking his arm under Adam Dick’s arm that is holding Aimz’s leg Jack Murphy applies a devastating half nelson which sends Adam Dick into a spasm. Using a fair portion of energy he wonders around the ring almost dragging Murphy with him but Murphy keeps up not allowing him to get out of the hold.
George Cassidy: At last, The Bull is able to show some of his ring expertise!
Showing great ring awareness of his own, Dick fools Murphy into letting him get to close to the ropes by moving into the corner. Dick uses the ropes to barge his body weight against Murphy’s which Murphy is unable to switch in any direction. The force breaks the hold and Adam Dick grabs Murphy by the head, under his legs wrapping his thighs tight around Jack’s head (Ewww… Gay Porn).
George Cassidy: Get Steven Smith on the phone.
Truth Waters: No don’t. Mother Smith get Steven some Kleenex!
Trying his best to breakout Jack Murphy won’t let Adam Dick get any offensive and keeps trying to swing momentum so he can back body drop or take Dick down back first to the mat. In a little stalemate the two wrestle one another’s pure strength. Dick wins tilting Murphy at an angle but no Dick can’t sustain the power. Grounding his feet again Murphy applies his power and begins to close the angle has on 180 degrees but before the point of no return Dick falls down onto his feet. This leaves Jack Murphy in the same position had he had started off in… not a very good one.
George Cassidy: A more than interesting little bout here---
Truth Waters: (yawns)
Hooking has arms under Jack Murphy’s body, Dick jacks him up. He drops Jack Murphy to the mat with a sloppy powerbomb.
George Cassidy: Psshh. A brash but ineffectual way out.
Taking no notice of Aimz he fails to see her jump up onto the top rope and when he is just about to go down to pin Jack Murphy, the legal member of the Aimz/Murphy struggle… Aimz… jumps off the top rope and takes Adam Dick down with a hurricarana into a roll up pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Truth Waters: DOO! DOO! DOO! DOO! DOO!
George Cassidy: What in god’s green earth are you humming.
Truth Waters: The Great Escape! Embrace your English heritage!
George Cassidy: The great what?
Adam Dick escapes Aimz’s pin. He gets free at the last possible second which makes the fans happy. Not so pleased is Aimz who gets up onto her feet. She takes Adam Dick’s head throwing him into the ropes. Uncontrollably Adam Dick springs off of the ropes, Aimz falls back on the ropes behind her and sprints off in Adam Dick’s direction. She attempts to spear Dick but Dick leapfrogs her… Dick’s star jump takes all the momentum out of the move. Aimz comes back off of the ropes as Adam Dick attempts to stab her in the throat with a huge spinning heel kick but before he can smash the lights out of Aimz’s head she had hit the mat. She rolls under Adam Dick’s leg and propping herself up on the other side of Adam Dick manages to jab him in the back of the knee her right boot.
Unable to take full advantage of Dick she is shoved into the ropes but crouching down Dick falls over her. Then using all her energy Aimz lifts Dick up and over the top rope… but it is not enough to send Adam Dick to the outside floor. Landing on the apron Adam Dick punches Aimz but she punches back and then automatically dropkicks the Transatlantic champion off of the ring apron to the outside.
Excitement is evident in the crowd reaction to both Aimz and Adam Dick slowly rising to their feet. Aimz gets there first, she shoots to the ropes behind her… pings off them… leaps up onto the top ring cable but before she can fly Jack Murphy’s hand grasps her right leg. She trips, falls and lands face first in the ring.
George Cassidy: This is why I tip JACK MURPHY to win. Jack has managed to stay in control of this match. He is the man setting the pace and keeping Aimz grounded and out of the sky where she is dangerous.
Murphy then goes through the tedious process of dragging her over to a corner of the ring and tagging himself into the match. The Illustrious Face-Eater staggers onto the ring apron grasping the top rope with the lightest of touches. Stomping across the ring Jack Murphy aids Adam Dick into the match pulling the top cable down and flinging him over it. Dick hits the mat hard, flying up off his back Dick wanders into a big running boat to the jaw from Murphy.
However Dick doesn’t hit the mat he is to close to the ropes. Falling into the ropes Dick falls out into a spinebuster from Jack Murphy. Following the spinebuster up Murphy drops his elbow into the firm chest of the Transatlantic champion and proceeds to cover him while Aimz is out of the match.
George Cassidy: Here you are! New champion!
ONE!
TWO!
No ADAM DICK KICKS OUT.
Truth Waters: How does Dick do it? I have to give the man credit where it is due Adam Dick is dedicated to the credibility of the championship.
George Cassidy: Sooner or later he’ll succumb… and Jack Murphy will mount the pedestal he deserves.
Michael Ryan allows Murphy to continue, watching him pick Adam Dick up off the mat for some punishment.
George Cassidy: Murphy could smell victory, so fresh after a while on the apron and such a desire within him…
Truth Waters: That’s why he’s so hard to fight against. And his weight advantage doesn’t exactly hinder him either.
Laying the champion across his shoulder blades Jack Murphy hoists him into the air and moves into the middle of the ring but before he can tighten his wrap of Dick, Face-Eater is able to break loose. Falling behind Jack, Face-Eater underhooks his arm. This allows Adam Dick to pull Jack’s upper body and lower body apart.
Truth Waters: A little technical nous from the Dick now.
Stretching the challenger, the champion can obviously see that the challenger is in pain this gives him the incentive to drive harder. Pulling with determination Adam Dick goes for gold.
George Cassidy: King Dick is desperate to keep his crown, but Murphy has other ideas!
The Bull is holding onto the mat for his life. The crowd clap as Murphy’s bottom foot goes searching for a rope to grab hold of but there is no luck, Murphy’s right foot comes back rejected. The left leg gets a similar response. This attention-drawing maneuver gives Adam Dick enough time to flips Jack Murphy onto his shoulder in his moment of self-doubt.
Truth Waters: Could this be something special?!
The champion drops Jack Murphy down… his back crashing into the ring canvas. Dick hooks Jack Murphy’s left leg.
George Cassidy: Jesus!
ONE!
TWO!
NO AND AGAIN! JACK MURPHY KICKS OUT!
George Cassidy: No!
Truth Waters: Cass don’t have a heart attack.
Aimz half-heartedly cheers Jack Murphy for staying in this match, knowing that it’s her only hope of getting anywhere near the title belt.
Truth Waters: The AWC champion can smell blood, while Aimz stands helplessly on the ring apron.
George Cassidy: I can’t see her just standing still for long. She can’t win the Transatlantic crown by just watching the men fight!
Licking his lips, Adam Dick relishes the prospect of winning and defending his gold. Plucking Jack Murphy off of the mat ready for finishing is such a sweet occasion. Adam Dick stabs Jack Murphy in the stomach with a brutal boot jab which weakens Murphy further. And---
George Cassidy: EATERPLEX!
EATERPLEX 2005… 6???? WHO KNOWS BUT ADAM DICK DELIVERS IT PERFECTLY… AND JACK MURPHY LANDS IN A PINNABLE POSITION!
Truth Waters: That was perfect from Adam Dick! All the champion has to do is make the cover and this match is as good as over!
George Cassidy: Dick retains! Dick retains! Facey holds off the challenge!
The referee slides onto his knee…
ONE!
Truth Waters: Murphy is so gone!
TWO!
George Cassidy: NO!
OH NO!
George Cassidy: SAVED, look… from the ring apron!
Truth Waters: AIMZ SPRINGBOARD SWANTONS TO BREAK THE PIN UP!
Falling off of the carnage Aimz leaps up onto the ring cables in front of her. Then jumping off backwards she spins tumbling down onto Adam Dick. The referee counts…
George Cassidy: Wait, is she legal?!
ONE!
TWO!
Truth Waters: Who knows? Regardless Dick escapes.
Aimz leaves the ring, parading on the ring apron ready for the ring assault on the champion who looks a hundred times worse then he did only ten seconds ago.
George Cassidy: Suddenly Dick is looking a lot more fragile… a funny position to be in having landed the Eaterplex!
Up he gets, and up she goes… flying into the air with a DEAD AIM!
Truth Waters: DEAD AIM! That’s it!
George Cassidy: This can’t be happening! Please, no!
Aimz hits her finisher on the Transatlantic champion; the crowd are enchanted at the sight of the Aimz covering Adam Dick.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
NO ADAM DICK KICKS OUT hanging onto his championship by a tenth of a second at the most.
Truth Waters: Unbelievable!
George Cassidy: Riding on adrenaline!
Instantly Aimz rises to her feet and shocking the arena pulls off a perfect standing shooting star press and again covers the champion, keeping the fans’ hopes alive.
Truth Waters: Spanktacualar. Aimz can do more then swallow!
George Cassidy: Does Truth have a crush on Amy Campbell?
Truth Waters: Umm---
SLAP!
ONE!
TWO!
This time Jack Murphy saves Adam Dick and himself from walking away with nothing tonight.
George Cassidy: Murphy makes the save! GO BULL!
Having recovered from the Eaterplex ‘05 Murphy pulls Aimz off of Adam Dick by her leg asserting such great dominant power. He drops Aimz’s leg and swaps it for a firm grasp of her skull and lifting Aimz into the air he begins to taunt her. The two partners face to face, neither able to work with the other squabble. The referee stands in between them in order to remind them that they are infact booked to be working as a team tonight.
George Cassidy: This isn’t working.
Truth Waters: This is as good as a Three Way Fury, without the challengers being able to pin one another.
George Cassidy: Bye, bye, Mike Ryan.
Manhandling the referee Murphy moves him to one side and lunges at Aimz with an arm lariat which she nicely ducks.
Truth Waters: He can’t touch him! Jack Murphy flagrantly disrespecting our senior official!
George Cassidy: Adrenaline, like I said.
Truth Waters: That doesn’t absolve him!
Moving two steps forward she gives herself enough room to attempt a spinning heel kick but Murphy displays his limbo skills to avoid it. Turning on the spot Murphy lines Aimz up for a roaring elbow but she steps back and then when Murphy’s arm had gone past her face she throws herself leg’s first at his feet. Jumping Murphy avoids any contact. Aimz is on her knees and stranded, she is subject to a downward drop kick.
While all this is going on the AWC champion, Adam Dick rolls out of the ring allowing the two partners to fight it out. This can only be good for Adam Dick knowing he can’t loss the match if either of them tries to pin the other.
Truth Waters: Does Jamie Fletcher have a sexual obsession with the shinning wizard?
Unable to move Aimz is knelt in the middle of the ring. She is sat in the move dying for a… SHINNING WIZARD (Really, what is it, Shining or Shinning? -Ed.). Reading the writer’s mind Jack Murphy jettisons into the ring ropes, sprinting back off them he climbs up Aimz… then drives his knee through… thin air??? Somehow Aimz shuffled her head to one side. Lifting her hands Aimz snaps Murphy over with a verified dragon screw but Jack Murphy lowers his head and rolls to safety.
Truth Waters: Each is outdoing the other.
George Cassidy: And it’s somewhat undermining Murphy’s credibility!
Like two springs they jump up onto their feet to an ovation from the crowd who can’t get enough of the mayhem.
”A-W-C! A-W-C!”
They both stand still and appreciate the standing ovation from the crowd. It finally clicks, Aimz shouts something across to Jack Murphy and Murphy begrudgingly acknowledges her brief intelligence. Looking over the ropes on two of the sides neither can see Adam Dick, they then both make the fatal mistake of looking over the same third rope… Dick is on the fourth side.
Truth Waters: Dick has gone missing! – Oh no, he hasn’t!
Quietly ushering under the bottom rope Adam Dick prances across the room in comic book stature happy-slapping Jack Murphy. He grounds Murphy before Aimz can respond. Aimz showing that she can brawl with the best of them throws a veritable hammer fist at Dick which he somehow manages to dodge and counter into a whip. Flinging back off of the ropes at train like speed she flows into an evil, painful and destructive tilt-a-whirl back breaker from Adam Dick. A close up reveals the true extent of the pleasure he gained from this. Hunched, Murphy can’t see any of the action and Dick wants to keep it that way as he disposes of him through the middle rope. With Murphy now unable to effect the action, Adam Dick confidently walses over to the corner of the ring and mounts the turnbuckle.
The Face-Eater poses for a few seconds for the cameras showing his vain side. The poster moments are soft lived, he flies off of the top rope dropping his head into the chest of Aimz. Maybe he’s perverted and wanted his head to be resting in Aimz’s breasts or maybe he just wants to win the match. You could probably offer even odds. However Adam Dick was quick to make the cover.
George Cassidy: AIMZ IS GOING TO COST JACK THE MATCH.
ONE!
TWO!
Jack Murphy again saves the match, this time he pulls Adam Dick out of the ring.
Truth Waters: The handicap stip comes back to bite this match in the ass!
Like clubs Jack Murphy’s fists pound on the champion’s back. Each leaves its own distinctive red mark. Not to take it lying down Adam Dick fights back breaking free of the almost front face lock position Jack Murphy has him in. The two warriors, evenly battle it out until Adam Dick connects a right hook swinging from below with the nose of the challenger. This causes Jack Murphy to eject blood through the nose, the crowd goes wild… containing himself slightly Adam Dick snatches the bleeding Jack Murphy’s hand and drives him head first into the Railings. His nose spurts a great volume of blood all over him. Boosting Jack Murphy up, the sick and twisted face scrounging Transatlantic champion has himself a lick of… blood… the crowd pops like an audience at the tapings of cult 1990s children’s show Alone in the Dark. Not pleased Dick boosts Jack Murphy up and propels him across the outside area and into the guard railings across the ring. For the second time Murphy’s head is the first point of contact and better still his NOSE!
George Cassidy: It’s meal time for Adam Dick, he loves the blood.
Murphy groans, slumping against the security fence, and Dick turns away, but Murphy decides it’s high time to ride through the pain. Bursting out Jack Murphy knocks Adam Dick away and then with Facey in a state of bemusement Murphy clinches Adam Dick’s neck. Dick scrambles but on the outside there is nowhere to go, no ropes to grab.
Truth Waters: A busted nose isn’t going to stop The Bull!
The punk princess Aimz from her grounded position watches the two brawlers on the outside and gradually stands. Too occupied to care Dick and Murphy fight amongst themselves while Aimz gets ready to thrust herself over the top rope. Rocketing towards them she launches over the top rope and takes down both Jack Murphy and Adam Dick using her body with complete disregard in the fashion of a weapon.
TRUTH WATERS: HOLY SHIT!
George Cassidy: Garbage wrestling. This is what is making this business disappear you know. People like Aimz throwing themselves around like gymnasts. Wrestlers like Jack Murphy hold the wrestling world together by the skin of their teeth.
Shaken up from her turbulence Aimz without thinking about the match stipulation picks up Jack Murphy and throws him into the ring. She crawls over Murphy but the referee doesn’t make the count. Finally Aimz realizes why and she exits the ring again. This time she picks the champion up and pushes him under the bottom rope. Lifting Adam Dick’s right leg she makes a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
No Adam Dick kicks out.
George Cassidy: Can I look now?
Confused, dazed and overwhelmed. Aimz stares into the bleachers searching her brain for what to do, going through all her teachings. Aimz remembered this was Pay Per View and tip’s up onto her feet. Spellbound and weak in the knees she exits the ring and stands on the apron. She springs onto the top rope and… tip up from Adam Dick who catches her… he then throws her up onto his shoulders.
George Cassidy: This match is past the half hour mark as Aimz regains control over the champion.
The match is going so quick, Aimz is back with the upper hand as she escapes the powerbomb set up and dangles loosely in a hurricarana position but Dick throws Aimz’s legs off. Aimz lands on her feet. She has to think sharply blocking a punch from Adam Dick who has suddenly sprung back to life, she then blocks the other hand. With a momentary grip on both hands Aimz leans back, her legs fold in and she places them into Adam Dick’s chest and with an RVD-esque Monkey flip chucks him over his own head but Adam’s legs tip over and he lands on his feet.
Truth Waters: Aimz going to take off. What is she doing?
George Cassidy: Girlies can’t brawl with Adam Dick.
Aimz winds her arm up trying to get as much power in it as she can. She runs at Adam Dick but Dick ducks and avoids Aimz’s but he can’t avoid Jack Murphy’s boot slamming into his jaw. The champion is rendered senseless by the challengers.
George Cassidy: It takes two. If only Aimz would submit to Jack Murphy’s credibility and credentials… then he could shoot her down like the whore she is.
Truth Waters: Yeah, that makes sense…
Plucking Aimz’s loose hand away from her Jack Murphy applies a stern wristlock. In a struggle to counter the hold Aimz rolls backwards, then forwards and then forwards again but this is all a diversion to confuse Jack Murphy. The real counter is the fierce sweeping of the hand which knocks Jack Murphy’s feet out from underneath his own body completely reversing the submission.
Stepping over Jack Murphy’s arm she bends it around her leg trying to add the greatest potential pressure to his wrist.
Truth Waters: Is Aimz outmaneuvering Murphy?!
OUT OF NOWHERE SUPER KICK! The camera is shocked, it only managed to capture the foot striking Aimz’s face. The AWC champion dives onto his knees hooking Jack Murphy’s right leg.
George Cassidy: SUPER KICK! SUPER KICK! DICK MAY HAVE IT HERE! COVERS…
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Truth Waters: No Jack Murphy kicks out!
George Cassidy: Tonight is his night Truth. Bloodlust is going to be the beginning of the JACK MURPHY ERA. Pierce Lavelle watch out… someone new is knocking on the door of the Roll of Legends; just give him six months.
For the second time in the match the champion makes the choice to mount the turnbuckle but this time showing his lack of experience in top rope wrestling he turns his back on the action and Lucha Libre friendly Aimz. Running across the ring Aimz launches up at Adam Dick who is halfway up the ring cables. Blunt elbows doctor the occasion, Aimz is forced down and Dick jump/fall and paraglide down with a stiff elbow which hits Aimz on the skull. Aimz out of nowhere spins and at the same time that Dick hits the elbow she strikes with a roundhouse kick against the flow of the match.
Truth Waters: That was surprising. All three wrestlers are down.
Both fall to the mat joining Jack Murphy… The referee begins his slow count to ten…
One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Showing signs of life Jack Murphy crawls to the ropes to aid his recovery. Ryan stops while Murphy finds his feet. Turning he spots Aimz recovering; dashing close to her Jack takes a grasp of her hair, he punches Aimz’s forehead remaining in complete control due to his leverage. Aimz is not completely helpless, she responds with a firm backhanded chop which sends the arena into a giant “wooo”…
George Cassidy: Oh grow up, this is pay-per-view.
Murphy strikes Aimz again, his hand falls down from above like a hammer. This weakens Aimz but despite the set back she musters enough energy to reply with a second chop. The second chop is even more painful regardless of how it is less effective, Murphy feels it… the chop connected with the exact same spot as the first did.
George Cassidy: Welcome to the indy scene.
Truth Waters: Hmmm. Maybe for you…
Not being able to bare it any longer Murphy quits while he is just ahead. He releases Aimz’s hair, smirking he moves closer to her and tilts his head back. A European uppercut from Adam Dick stops his plans in their tracks. Adam Dick places his head under Jack Murphy’s legs and lifts him onto his shoulders. Aimz looks shocked when Adam Dick points her to the top rope. Spotting no obvious disadvantage Aimz complies mounting the turnbuckle, only for a brief moment did she ponder on the thought of a fishy plan?
Truth Waters: What’s this? Do I smell teamwork?
Nevertheless it was same old Adam Dick side stepping out the way to elude Aimz’s arranged aerial assault.
George Cassidy: The fool! She should know Dick is nearly as swervy as his partner Mike Wade – who as soon as this match is over will fight for his career against Paddy O’Shea!
Cheerfully the Transatlantic champion takes a few steps onward subsequent to dropping Jack Murphy back first to the mat with an electric chair.
Truth Waters: He hit the canvas like a… meteorite!
Holding down Murphy’s leg’s the champion’s pins him.
ONE!
TWO!
Murphy grabs the ropes.
George Cassidy: A close shave!
Dick pulls Murphy away from the ropes and further into the ring. Then standing he begins to lift Murphy back up into the shoulder seated position but Murphy won’t be easily lifted. In fact Murphy won’t be lifted at all Murphy counters dragging his legs back as far as he can he manages to bring Adam Dick over his body, shoulders pinned to the mat.
George Cassidy: Oh and Murphy’s worked him into a pinning predicament!
ONE!
TWO!
Adam Dick’s foot is on the ropes.
George Cassidy: Adam Dick kicks out and ends the chances of this match ending before the 35 minute mark.
Truth Waters: Damn, this match is going the distance Cassidy. I can see Dick holding on for his dear life tonight. The Illustrious Face-Eater is going to do everything he can to JUST not lose the match.
Breaking the two men apart the two wrestlers and the referee catch a breather in almost five seconds where nobody moves a muscle. The moment is surreal, the champion looks around at the crowd, the challenger is too engulfed to even remember he is in front of the crowd. He refuses to recognize his own partner let alone the fans.
After the calming of the minds comes the crash of the titans. Simultaneously they crush into one another with one of the most intense collar to elbow tie-ups ever witnessed by man’s eyes. The vigor of both men only beaten by the intensity of the crowd turning the arena atmosphere into a cut throat do or die cauldron of drama. Every slip, every extra nudge, concession and jolt sparks an insane reaction out of the packed house. Even the announcers are speechless. The left hand of Adam Dick gives way, it slips falling down to his side. It didn’t take Jack Murphy two seconds to arm wrestle and fingerlock the Face-Eater’s right hand. Pulling further and tighter on the hand Jack Murphy administers excessive agony to Adam Dick’s right arm. Dick’s left hand shoots up to save the day, Murphy allows it, Pushing his body around the outside of Adam Dick. Then with the power of his left arm he lifts Facey up into the air and then half power bomb’s him down onto his knee. Dick’s body rolls off onto the mat. Having both hands locked up Murphy only has to gain control of Adam Dick’s legs before rolling over and pushing the Transatlantic champion into the air with a Surfboard submission.
George Cassidy: OVER!
Truth Waters: Stranded.
The champion has nowhere to go.
The champion is stranded in the middle of the ring.
The referee watches the champion scream and asks him if he give sup but the response is negative.
Truth Waters: The fighting champion is pressured by Michael Ryan to throw in the towel but Facey sure loves that crown!
George Cassidy: Facey would rather wear a sweater-vest than let go of his title.
The very laissez-faire referee refuses to take the bout into his own hands and call for the bell; instead he chooses to watch Adam Dick’s eyes begin to shut in a remarkably drawn out passing out. Michael Ryan now grabs his hand.
George Cassidy: Jack Murphy is about to become champion. The Unfuckables are about to get fucked over again.
Truth Waters: And where is Aimz at?!
THE HAND DROPS ONCE!
THE HAND DROPS TWICE!
THE HAND IS PICKED UP FOR THE THIRD TIME AND ADAM DICK IS OUT!
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George Cassidy: New champion! Heaven on Earth! Christmas has come early!
Truth Waters: Bitchy strong style incoming!
AIMZ SPIRALS DOWN OFF OF THE TOP ROPE WITH A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP…
Truth Waters: BANG!
The crowd erupt with the relief of such tension. The referee stops the arm count. The foot stomp forces Jack Murphy to break the submission on Adam Dick. Crawling over the fallen body of the champion Aimz makes a cover.
George Cassidy: NONONONONONONO!
ONE!
TWO!
Murphy kicks out!
Truth Waters: He may have been robbed of the win but Jack Murphy received no significant or substantial harm from the little save from Aimz.
Murphy storms away with Aimz stalking him; Murphy roars out his frustrations before turning his attention back to Aimz but she’s waiting… double footed dropkick. The Irish Bull hits the canvas hard and Aimz turns back to the champion.
Truth Waters: Aimz almost looks in control!
She reaches down for him but Dick blows a powder into her face and Aimz sells it HUGELY, The Red Raver clutching at her face and going down like a shot!
George Cassidy: WHAT WAS THAT?!
Truth Waters: Adam Dick blew some kind of substance into Amy Campbell’s face and she’s down and out!
The camera zooms in and it is evident Adam Dick has blown salt and pepper into the eyes of Aimz.
George Cassidy: That was salt and pepper, Truth!
Truth Waters: Not pretty! And Michael Ryan can do nothing! First he didn’t see anything and second is he really going to end this epic of a match inconclusively? I think not!
Chef Adam Dick having seasoned Aimz leaps up onto his feet. With Aimz unable to see she is an easy victim for him falling right into the EATERPLEX!
George Cassidy: EATERPLEX! EATER FUCKING PLEX! Dick kills Aimz!
But he hits it so she lands on Jack Murphy weakening him further.
Truth Waters: Aimz suplexed right onto her partner Jack Murphy!
The Transatlantic champion feels it as he pulls the body of Aimz off The Bull and pins her.
George Cassidy: Championship… defended. Murphy just has to wait a little longer for another shot, Truth… this one’s in the books.
Truth Waters: I can’t argue.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
NO Murphy kicks Aimz’s body out from underneath the AWC Transatlantic champion!
Truth Waters: Fuck me. Did I just see that?
George Cassidy: Impossible!
Truth Waters: Where do we go from here?!
Scooping up the champion The Bull backtracks across the ring before lifting him up… FALL FROM GRACE INTO A PIN!
Truth Waters: THE FALL FROM GRACE! Murphy on Dick! The Fall From Grace! And Aimz is down still! Down and out!
George Cassidy: I’m a prophet. And I do declare this one happy day!
ONE!
TWO!
Truth Waters: There is no way Aimz is stopping this one!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
George Cassidy: We have a new champion! The era of Murphy has begun!
Truth Waters: The Unfuckables’ dominance has gone as soon as it came!
George Cassidy: Adam Dick has proved a transitional champion making way for true greatness at the helm of AWC! Finally, a Transatlantic champion to live up to Strider’s legacy… may he rest in peace.
Truth Waters: I am shocked. Jack Murphy has done it and dethroned Facey.
James Brunt stands in the middle of the ring while Michael Ryan proudly picks Jack Murphy up off of the mat. Brunt can’t disguise his broad smile.
James Brunt: The winner… and new AWC Transatlantic champion… “THE BULL” JACK MURPHY!
There is a chorus of boos as the referee hands Jack Murphy the crown. Looking at the crown Murphy raises his eyebrows.
George Cassidy: He can’t take it all in!
Truth Waters: No, he just can’t believe how much Dick has defaced what was a great title belt! Now look at it! Some cheap crown.
George Cassidy: Did you see the relief on James Brunt’s face when he was able to tell us that Facey was no longer champion?
Truth Waters: Oh, I don’t think anyone missed that, Cass. We have a new champion – and that’s NOT EVEN THE END OF OUR NIGHT!
Superheroes Belong In Comic Books
FEATURING: ZSASZ, HEROIC HENRY
AUTHORS: JEREMY J. AND JOE HAYNES
Zsasz is seen talking on his cell phone, apparently talking business about the mizuage he’d mentioned a week ago. From the sounds of it, Zsasz must’ve hit a goldmine due to the expression on his face. It’s a mixture of shock, bewilderment and content.
Zsasz: You’re willing to pay how much? Holy shit. Okay.
Zsasz pulls out a small notepad and a pen, scribbling something on it, then puts them away in his back pocket. A smile appears on his face.
Zsasz: Well, my good man, I’ll keep you informed...
Heroic Henry: Howdy, name’s Hank. Ya know, just introducin’ myself to everyone.
Henry holds his hand out, gesturing a shake.
Zsasz looks over at the man wearing some sort of superhero get-up who hadn’t been there previously. Judging by the size of the man, he’s around the height size as Zsasz, but probably weight around 20-30 pounds heavier, due to the large hefty look of the man. He continues to look at the man while listening to the other line of his cell phone.
Zsasz: Good. As I said I’ll keep you informed. At this moment I’m being interrupted. I’ll call you back later. Sayonara.
Zsasz’s eyes remain on the man to his left as he folds his Motorola Black RAZR, putting back in its carrying case.
Zsasz: Who the hell are you? Actually, what in the hell are you?
Heroic Henry: A wrestler. Name’s Henry. I, er, I lost earlier. Just making my rounds. I didn’t know I interrupted you.
Zsasz: Yeah, I gathered your name, and indeed you interrupted me.
Zsasz gives him a once over again, shaking his head a bit.
Zsasz: What’s with the superhero get-up?
Henry points at himself.
Heroic Henry: I guess they call it a gimmick. Just trying to fit in, I suppose. Never did anything like this before...
Zsasz: Evidently you haven’t. But do you actually believe that you’re a superhero, Henry?
At this point, Henry realizes obnoxious tones.
Heroic Henry: No. I don't think I’m a bona-fide superhero. Do you have an issue with taking the look of one, sir?
Zsasz chuckles evilly to himself, wrapping his left arm around the obviously stupid Henry.
Zsasz: Of course you’re a bona-fide superhero...Henry, is it? ‘Tis why you’re wearing the superhero costume. Let me fill you in on something, son: superheroes belong in comic books. We live in a realm called “reality.” In reality, superheroes do not exist. Hell, in reality no heroes exist. Do you understand that, Henry?
Henry shoves Zsasz against the wall and uses most of his weight to pin against him.
Heroic Henry: Excuse me? Since when did the wrestling world turn into an obnoxious pool of dicks?
Zsasz counters Henry, grabbing a hold of his costume brings him around and slams him into the wall hard. Hard enough to crack the wall.
Zsasz: Listen to me, you malcontented little shrew. You do not disrespect the “Spectacle of Perfection.” Further disrespect will cost you dearly. Now...
He lets go of Henry, dusting off his superhero suit.
Zsasz: State your business, Henry. If you don’t have any, take your delusional ass and leave my sight.
Henry stares Zsasz down for a couple of minutes while catching his breath. Zsasz counter-attack caught him by surprise.
Heroic Henry: No... I have no business with people like you.
Zsasz: Good... now leave.
Henry thought about hitting Zsasz, but reconsidered it. He realizes that Zsasz will put up a fight and by his strength alone, he can’t afford any injuries. He slowly backs away from Zsasz, keeping his eyes on the sapphire blue psychopath then slowly turns his back to him and leaves. Zsasz flashes his sick, sadistic smile at Henry’s back.
Zsasz: Quite the feisty one that boy is. Perhaps I could sic my student on him.
With that said, he smoothes his hair back, fixes his suit and goes back to his locker room to tell his student some good news.
Mike Wade (c, c) vs Paddy O'Shea
STIPULATION: LOSER LEAVES TOWN
REFEREE: LARS LARSSON
AUTHOR: PIERRE HYDE
James Brunt: Ladies and gentlemen! The time has come for AWC’s two most dominant Irishmen to clash. Emerald Isle versus Unfuckable... The Man From The Caravan versus His Swerviness... there are NO count-outs, there are NO weapons, just Paddy O’Shea and Mike Wade, with Lars Larsson to oversee the battle of the century... fighting for pride... fighting for two championship belts... fighting to STAY in AWC... tonight, one of these men will leave the arena NEVER TO RETURN!
George Cassidy: Two most dominant Irishmen?! Did he not SEE Jack Murphy at last allowed to realise his magnificence by taking the Transatlantic title just now?!
The ring announcer breaks off temporarily from his extended spiel for the imminent main event and the crowd strongly cheers his words.
Truth Waters: Adrenaline levels are high as everybody packed into the Savvis Center here in St. Louis anticipates what could be the most bloody and bitter match ever seen in AWC!
George Cassidy: I'll be bitter myself if Brunt doesn’t hurry this up.
Truth Waters: If you’re watching at home and HAVEN’T seen the website, the television and newspaper advertisements or even the huge billboards around the world in Times Square, Trafalgar Square, the centre of Hong Kong, then you’ll have missed the most shocking announcement anyone could even have predicted for this match.
George Cassidy: I'm not sure anyone could have predicted it, Truth. Last time we were on air at the end of Fresh!burst we thought, we KNEW our Bloodlust main event was Mike Wade and Paddy O’Shea, First Blood match, end of.
Truth Waters: But now that has ALL changed! First Blood is gone as this has stepped up so many rungs it’s on a whole new ladder! This is BEYOND serious, folks, this is a LOSER LEAVES TOWN match! The loser of this match will have his AWC contract cancelled, while the winner goes out not only with their contract intact and their head held high but with the two championship belts currently attributed to “His Swerviness” Mike Wade!
George Cassidy: Kinda makes you wonder, doesn’t it. Wade’s got a whole lot more to lose with these stips; why did he agree to them?
Truth Waters: The depth of the hatred between these two is proof for that. We thought we saw a bitter rivalry when O’Shea and Hate conducted the feud that ruled AWC’s upper card for so long. Yet they were on borrowed time, because that whole kick-off was engineered by none other than Mike Wade!
George Cassidy: This isn’t Irish pride, this isn’t professional competition... this is deep-rooted irreversible hate. And now we’re about to see the fruit of that hatebred tree.
Truth Waters: My announcing partner here is unusually positive! Why so, Cassidy?
George Cassidy: You know what I like, Truth. Blood and guts. Tooth and nail. Two men who hate each other enough to really hurt them. And that is what we have here.
Referee Lars Larsson is halfway down the ramp when the hubbub from the crowd dissipates all of a sudden. 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-colour, rippling in the wind.
James Brunt: The following is a LOSER LEAVES TOWN match, and is for the AWC Frontier championship and the AWC Relentless championship!
The yells of support for O’Shea are more than spectacular – they’re totally unprecedented. The fans haven’t seen as much as they would like of Paddy of late, but the sudden change in stipulation for this match earlier in the week has polarised emotion among those ticketholders for the Savvis Center. Every attendant knows that The Man From The Caravan has everything on the line in this match – and if he doesn’t win this match, they might never see him again.
Unless they watch PRIME.
And really, who wants to do that?
So they get behind him like Satan got behind Jack White.
The spotlights suddenly pan down to the entrance, just as the uilean 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, whose gritty and battered expression tells its own story.
Truth Waters: Top o’ th’ mornin’ t’ ye, Paddy! Cassidy, this may be the LAST time we see this caravan come down the ramp! I can’t believe the possibilities. Paddy O’Shea for so long has been a talisman of AWC, along with Pierce Lavelle – after tonight, both could be gone from the active roster!
O’Shea parks his preferred mode of transport on the stage, opposite the announce table at which Waters and Cassidy are sat, and hops out before striding boldly down the ramp.
James Brunt: Introducing first, the challenger, from Galway, Ireland, weighing in at 180 pounds... “The Unrepentant Fenian Bastard”, PADDY O’SHEA!
”PADDY! PADDY! PADDY!”
Truth Waters: The fans are as unrepentant as the very Fenian Bastard himself!
House Of Pain – “Jump Around” – you know it whether you know you do or not; everybody knows it; it’s actually impossible not to know it – and if you’re an AWC fan you know it anyway, because it’s the music of Mike Wade – you know, the guy that looks a bit retarded and hangs around with a midget, but suddenly managed to pile up three title belts by some godforsaken fluke. And he’s coming out to it. Right. Now.
The change in the atmosphere would tip the Richter scale.
George Cassidy: They just will not take him seriously, will they? These fans, I mean.
Truth Waters: They’re booing like crazy, Cassidy, because of what he’s done to Paddy O’Shea...
George Cassidy: But they’re booing like it’s some kind of JOKE. Like they know O’Shea’s going to beat him down within a minute; like they know it won’t take much to cut him like paper. Mike Wade is a force to be reckoned with. He’s a double champion, for God’s sake, formerly triple! Mike Wade is the dark horse of AWC, racking up those wins, and if these fans insist on refusing to acknowledge his growing supremacy in AWC they’re in for a rude awakening when he beats their idol for the 1-2-3 in a little while!
Truth Waters: Pipe down, Cass, you’re always sounding like you care.
Wade appears on the stage, and tonight there’s no boyish grin on his face. Tonight, His Swerviness is all business.
George Cassidy: Wade’s coming to terms with seeing the Unfuckable dynasty fall apart around him as quickly as it was built – Adam Dick following the loss of the Alliance titles to the Martins on Fresh! with being beaten fair and square by Jack “The Bull” Murphy just moments ago for his Transatlantic Crown. Wade needs this win.
Truth Waters: Not just for preserving the dynasty, but to preserve his career. Details are shady about just why they made this a Loser Leaves Town match, but I know one thing: this town just ain’t big enough for the both of them.
James Brunt: And his opponent, from Waterford, Ireland, weighing in at 209 and three-quarters pounds... the AWC Frontier champion and the AWC Relentless champion... “His Swerviness” MIKE WADE!
Truth Waters: It’s like the neg-rep monsoon in here, yo!
George Cassidy: Stop being black, it only works for like two lines.
Wade trots up the ring steps and places his hands on the top rope in preparation for entering the ring, but stops as he sees O’Shea storming towards him. Pointing a hand at the advancing MFTCV, he pleads that Lars Larsson should at least let him enter first – a sentiment shared by the referee, who has to physically drag O’Shea back to his corner before waving Wade in. The house lights now come back on fully and Mike Wade flexes his muscles, not even a glimmer of a grin breaking the concentration on his face, an expression mirrored by his grim opponent. The bell rings, and O’Shea, bent low as he seeks to outthink Wade, has to react quickly to a sudden surge. The onrushing Wade can’t get his arm up quickly enough, though, and the attempted clothesline is knocked down by a sharp block from O’Shea.
Truth Waters: Here we are... one match after which AWC will never be the same again.
George Cassidy: Wade wanted the early start, but he hadn’t quite thought it through; O’Shea can now play on with the advantage.
O’Shea reacts to Wade’s momentary lack of defences to quickly lock into a suplex position, and he’s held like that for long enough for O’Shea to get in a couple of high knees to the abdominals. O’Shea then hits the snap suplex.
Truth Waters: O’Shea’s predominance lies in fists and feet, so an uncharacteristic way to take hold of the beginning stages with the suplex.
Springing back up, Wade throws an elbow into O’Shea’s face, which stuns the man for a second; His Swerviness goes straight into a single arm DDT. The weak but accurate takedown is followed by an attempted armbar, but O’Shea quickly rolls onto his side and jabs Wade in the kidneys, preventing the hold from having any effect. They both roll away from each other and to their feet, an intense glare passing between them as both men begin to sweat.
George Cassidy: It’s all about the percentages in what we know will be a close match-up. Whoever wants to win this needs to play tactics, basic moves and holds, wear his opponent down. It’s all about the percentages. Big spots and no substance won’t beat a fiery resistance here.
O’Shea steps in and aims a wide haymaker at Wade; Wade ducks, but O’Shea anticipated that and a high knee into Wade’s face isn’t quite what the Waterford man would have wanted. His head snaps back up, allowing O’Shea to grab his arm and sling him into the ropes. Wade comes back having regained some control and spins into a back elbow; O’Shea goes flat to the mat.
Truth Waters: They’re each outwitting each other; no man able to do any serious damage.
George Cassidy: Perhaps it’ll all change when one of them chooses to try and get some use out of the “No Count Out” facet of this stip.
Pulling O’Shea back up by his lank blond hair, Wade regards him for a second and then spits full in his face, to the indignation and fury of everyone watching.
George Cassidy: Hey!
Truth Waters: I know their feud runs deep but... that is low.
Lars Larsson isn’t having any of it; buoyed by the booing of the crowd he firmly grabs Wade’s wrist and issues some sharp words. Wade sneers and turns away, raising a leg for some kind of kick, but Paddy O’Shea, his anger boiling over after that display of disrespect from Mike Wade, smacks him full in the face and launches into a veritable banquet of fast punches.
Truth Waters: Now he’s Fightin’ Irish!
George Cassidy: At least Wade wasn’t tempted to give the referee the same as he gave Paddy. Then he would have been in trouble.
Truth Waters: Not if he ended up losing the match... then AWC can’t touch him. I guess if things are looking bad later on... he could go out with a bang...?
George Cassidy: I don’t think that’ll even cross either of their minds, Truth.
Truth Waters: Me neither!
With Wade now backed up against the ropes, O’Shea raises his clenched fist up above him and then spins a full turn before lashing out for one last time. Huge cheers greet the sight of Wade tumbling over the top rope and hitting the floor below in a heap. O’Shea follows under the bottom rope.
George Cassidy: No count-outs, like I said! This is where things get hot.
O’Shea’s first attention on hitting the floor is not to his opponent, but to the fans, dozens of whom he can see directly in front of him through the wire mesh of the security fence. Raising his hands above his head, he claps their efforts, nodding solemnly.
Truth Waters: And if he goes, that’s O’Shea’s farewell to the fans who have supported him so well all this time.
George Cassidy: Good plan, getting that done while he can still move his arms.
Now he turns, to find Wade halfway up – an unforgiving kick elicits a grunt and then an extended groan from His Swerviness, who slumps back against the ring apron, holding his side.
George Cassidy: O’Shea really hit him hard. Right across the ribcage.
Truth Waters: Oh chill, he’s got a lot more of that to take. Pussy UP!
Gritting his teeth, O’Shea steps forward and grabs Wade by both his ears, hauling him painfully to his feet before issuing one measured headbutt. CRACK!
George Cassidy: Now that’s unsporting.
Truth Waters: He wants to hurt Mike Wade any way he can.
Wade doesn’t appear particularly aware of his surroundings as he reclines against the ring steps, O’Shea having turned away once more to applaud the efforts of the ticket-buyers.
George Cassidy: We could have a nose-break on our hands.
Truth Waters: Cassidy, I'm not sure that’s all too major considering what else we might see tonight. Wade and O’Shea aren’t just fighting for a win. They’re fighting for their careers, their livelihoods. What ends won’t they go to to walk out with the victory?
George Cassidy: We’ve already seen destruction through desperation tonight, not least in the Falls Count Anywhere and Do As You Like matches... if O’Shea and Wade can step that up a notch, we’re in for a happy evening!
Truth Waters: But the loser isn’t.
George Cassidy: Indeed.
Wade now struggles to his feet; O’Shea watches him with disdain before crashing in with a tough midsection kick, flattening Wade against the ringpost from the side. This time the Unrepentant Fenian Bastard doesn’t turn away, instead coming through to take a handful of Wade’s gelled hair and slam his head into the ringpost with a thud. O’Shea throws him down to the floor and watches the man who has schemed his way around O’Shea’s life for months, lying beneath him motionless.
Truth Waters: Wade is cradling his head in his arms as he lays prone.
George Cassidy: You know, I'm kind of glad this wasn’t a First Blood match after all... it’d probably be over already: is that blood?
Truth Waters: I think it is... a little dark patch just next to where Wade’s laying... folks, we have blood in our Bloodlust main event!
George Cassidy: Plenty more where that came from, huh, Truth?
Truth Waters: I expect so... this is about so much more than blood, so neither man will mind shedding a little as long as he can keep the dream alive.
George Cassidy: Could you get any more... emo?
Truth Waters: (laughing) Emo?
George Cassidy: I... my niece says it... I used it right, didn’t I? Didn’t I?
Truth Waters: Let’s not go there. Back to the action, yo!
O’Shea hoists himself up onto the apron, now looking down on Wade, who is starting to move a little down on the floor. Lars Larsson, now on the floor next to Wade, crouches to assess the extent of the damage to his head.
George Cassidy: I don’t think the red stuff’s flowing freely, but that’s certainly gonna get worse as the match goes on.
Truth Waters: Tough love, Wadester; plenty more mileage down this road yet.
O’Shea slowly mounts the turnbuckle to the second rope, getting a better position to look out at the crowd – who now start cheering all the more, and flashbulbs begin to illuminate O’Shea’s chest.
George Cassidy: I don’t think O’Shea intended anything high risk from there, but the fans have misinterpreted it!
Truth Waters: I agree, Cassidy! O’Shea just wanted to salute them some more but now he’s gotta go with supply and demand!
Wade starts to get up, and O’Shea shoots a glance down at him before looking back at the fans, frowning slightly.
George Cassidy: That’s an awfully long way down...
Truth Waters: But it’s a helluvan occasion to go for it – OH HE DOES! IN STYLE!
O’Shea connects with a falling Lou Thesz press variant, having leapt right as Wade righted himself and turned to look up at him, and now landing in a seated position over Wade, all the momentum having thudded through the downed Irishman’s chest.
George Cassidy: Wade’s got some ribcage to have held up after that!
Truth Waters: Every pound of O’Shea slamming down on Mike Wade, pinning his torso against the floor in a Lou Thesz landing!
O’Shea rolls off, almost bouncing away and into the security barricade as he comes to terms with the magnitude of the fall.
Truth Waters: The fans are chanting his name like their lives depend on it!
”PADDY! PADDY! PADDY!”
Wade is out cold as O’Shea rejuvenates his body with a quick flick outwards of both arms, stalking back over to his long-time nemesis with fire in his eyes. And then come the kicks. Boot after boot (well really it’s the same one, a crappy green one that Hyde never bothered to replace) slams into Wade’s ribcage from all angles, and His Swerviness is flailing on the floor, trying to find some less painful way to lie, but there’s no way to hide from a venomous Paddy O’Shea, kicking and kicking... this one’s for Shelly... this one’s for Hate...
George Cassidy: I don’t think O’Shea particularly likes Mike Wade.
Truth Waters: How observant you are!
The beating is getting a little sick, but still the cheers grow louder: ”PADDY! PADDY! PADDY!” And finally he just turns around and stops, the expression on his face a frown. Looking out into the crowd, who are baying for more of Mike Wade’s blood, he shakes his head.
George Cassidy: What’s he doing?
Truth Waters: This isn’t right. He KNOWS they shouldn’t be cheering this vile attack; he doesn’t want to be getting a pop for kicking Wade’s ribs in. It’s not right. And O’Shea knows that.
George Cassidy: If he wants to be so honourable then why the hell is he doing it?
Truth Waters: He’s got to win this match. He’s got to get closure with Wade. He’s got to save his career! He just doesn’t need the cheers with it... he doesn’t deserve them!
A little subdued after what they see as an out-of-character action from their idol, the fans now pay closer attention as Lars Larsson kneels by Wade, speaking to him to make sure he can continue. Wade nods, but with the dark red liquid now streaming from his right nostril and his eyes glazed over, he looks anything but fit for the remainder of a pay-per-view main event.
George Cassidy: He’s going to need a lot of medical attention after this.
Truth Waters: But he’s fighting on. Of course he’s fighting on. We all know he’d duck and dive any way to get out of going man to man, because he’s a major league pussy, but with the stip on this match, there really IS no way out of it.
Larsson steps away and Wade lurches to the side, supporting himself with an arm that clutches the ring apron as he pulls himself up, immediately having to double up to cope with the racking pain in his ribs. O’Shea sprints at him with an uncompromising shoulder charge, and Wade flies back into the ring steps.
Truth Waters: A further dual impact on the ribs with the shoulder attack and the impact against the steps. I think we can see a strategy developing. It’s not all blind rage from O’Shea.
Taking Wade’s head in his hands and forcing him to his feet, O’Shea grabs his arm and launches him away from the ring to slam into the security fence.
Truth Waters: Irish whip...
George Cassidy: From one Irishman to another!
O’Shea appears behind Wade and slams his head once more into the metal mesh, fans hopping aside to avoid the flecks of blood flying every which way from Wade’s disfigured nose.
George Cassidy: Those pretty-boy looks are going, going, gone.
Lacing his fingers between the holes in the mesh to give him support, O’Shea now leans away to give himself enough room to send a straight boot into Wade’s side. A high-pitched yell is issued by His Swerviness, who stumbles aside as O’Shea rubs an arm across his forehead.
Truth Waters: Paddy O’Shea wipes the sweat from his furrowed brow as he considers how to turn this dominance into a career-saving spot.
George Cassidy: One advantage of what he’s doing is wearing down Wade for the event of a pinfall. With Paddy O’Shea not exactly a submission expert he’s GOING to win this match with a pin if he wins at all, and by injuring Wade’s ribs he’s making sure that even the ACT of escaping a cover will cause pain for Mike Wade.
Truth Waters: O’Shea certainly looks the surer bet right now.
Wade is on his knees facing into the barrier as O’Shea once more plods over to him. This time he applies a full nelson from behind, with it dragging his opponent to his feet. Wade almost immediately cries out.
George Cassidy: Wade in serious pain, and The Man From The Caravan hasn’t even been able to torque the hold properly yet!
It’s here that Paddy O’Shea makes a crucial mistake.
Instead of persevering with a simple, unspectacular, but hugely effective full nelson, O’Shea realises he’s on pay-per-view, he’s in the main event, he’s facing his big rival, he’s got the chance to really put one over on a man who’s made a career of putting himself over.
So he goes for something big.
Looking over his shoulder and turning ninety degrees, Paddy O’Shea makes sure he has plenty of space for the back suplex out of the full nelson. But for all his talents, the Irishman isn’t a particular expert in the field of suplexes. He will look back on this moment later and tell himself a faceplant would have served him far, far better.
But as it is, he is the one who gets served.
Adrenaline to his muscles and he lifts, swinging backwards to launch Wade over him, wanting to crash Wade’s back against the arena floor to double or triple the pain his adversary is feeling. But it all goes pear-shaped mid-air. Wade’s legs swing up and over the top of him, and the weight-shift is enough to throw Paddy completely off balance just as Wade jack-knifes his body to complete the flip and land on his feet. As O’Shea essentially lays down before him, Wade’s legs consider buckling under him. He is exhausted. Nevertheless, Mike Wade has a career to save. He glances to the side and through blood- and sweat-streaked eyes spots the ring steps right alongside him. A moment later, he’s hopping up onto them. Next instant, he’s flying forwards and flipping backwards. Then he lands.
Truth Waters: SHOOTING STAR PRESS! SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM THE RING STEPS!
George Cassidy: Pinch me is this real?!
Truth Waters: Wade put every last effort into getting out of that dragon suplex attempted by Paddy O’Shea and he was all ready to give up but Mike Wade’s penchant for the spectacular overrides logic and he’d better be glad!
George Cassidy: He landed the SSP perfectly!
The noise from the fans has multiplied even on a logarithmic scale, and despite both men being out for the count and then another count again, and then another count again, they Just Keep Cheering.
”MIKE WADE! *clapclapclap* MIKE WADE!”, scream a few loyal Swerviness supporters.
”PADDY! PADDY! PADDY!” is still strong, as the hardcore urge their hero to his feet.
”HOLY SHIT!” yell the smark corner in unison.
But the predominant noise around the Savvis Center is the very name of the promotion that is putting on the fine entertainment that has rocked the arena tonight.
”A-W-C! A-W-C! A-W-C!”
Truth Waters: Both men are down after this Bloodlust main event took a turn for the spectacular!
Lars Larsson is at ringside adjacent to the crumpled bodies, watching intently as the first signs of life come from Paddy O’Shea, whose loud groan as he uses his right arm to push his body up off the floor is clearly audible. An instant later, Wade’s arm jerks up towards his face, feeling the sickeningly familiar texture of thick blood clotting over and around his nose.
George Cassidy: Paddy O’Shea and Mike Wade struggling to come to terms with the situation.
Truth Waters: I’ll tell you this, Cassidy, whichever man can put a brave face on and get through this first is going to have a great chance to finish this match and save his career.
O’Shea now rolls round into a position seated upright on the floor, absorbing the comforting constant of ”PADDY! PADDY! PADDY!”. Perhaps he just takes it in for a little too long, though; a moment later as he looks up to begin to attain a vertical base once more, His Swerviness already stands above him, unfazed by the continuous crimson mask around the centre of his face.
George Cassidy: Mike Wade’s found something, somewhere to allow him to take the fight to Paddy O’Shea!
O’Shea looks to scramble up quickly, dead set against allowing his foe any kind of advantage at this point, but Wade savours the chance to leather The Unrepetant Fenian Bastard hard in the ribs.
Truth Waters: What goes around comes around, hey!
George Cassidy: Wade punishes O’Shea in the same way that O’Shea punished him!
Another stiff kick to the solar plexus, and O’Shea falls back to lie prone, heavy breathing accentuating his struggle.
George Cassidy: Wade won’t let him rest for even a second.
Pulling O’Shea back onto his feet, Wade buries a knee deep in the abdomen of the 180-pounder. O’Shea’s unconscious reaction is to bend low, trying to minimise the pain of the blow…
Truth Waters: Oh you know what’s next!
The crowd suddenly begin to boo heavily as they see the possibility that Wade dreamt up just one second earlier. His Swerviness hooks both arms…
George Cassidy: TEE EFF DUBBYA and Paddy’s out of a contract!
Mike Wade delivers his piledriver finisher, sending O’Shea’s head slamming unprotected into the floor at ringside. The negative noise from the fans is overbearing as Wade totters aside, finally getting his head up and smiling through the blood for the first time since before the match.
Truth Waters: Confidence from Wade, and he knows he’s inches away, while Paddy O’Shea is well aware he’s touching the void…
George Cassidy: If he’s even conscious! Truth, Paddy O’Shea just took the TFW on the outside, he’s not gonna be thinking straight!
Wade takes O’Shea’s arm and begins the slow process of dragging him up the ring steps.
Truth Waters: He needs to get O’Shea in the ring to make the pin… but with every second he wastes Wade is losing his chance…
His Swerviness tugs hard on the arm of The Man From The Caravan, but to no avail as O’Shea’s body lodges itself against the second step.
George Cassidy: He’s like a sack of potatoes down there! COME ON MIKE!
Truth Waters: It’s no use! He needed to pick him up and physically put him in the ring; this way O’Shea’s entire body weight and gravity are both against him as he pivots on the apron, clutching the right hand with both arms, desperately heaving…
Finally Wade gives up, bitterly letting O’Shea’s arm go. The lighter man slips back down to the bottom of the steps, hitting the floor still.
George Cassidy: No cover! So where now, Mike Wade?
Wade doesn’t seem to know himself, as he gazes exasperated out at all the fans who boo his every move and cheer the blood on his face. Wade wipes the back of his hand across his cheek, watching as the remnants of his nasal discharge transfer themselves into a red smear across the knuckles. He then raises it up above his head, clenching his hand into a fist; the motion garners a further onslaught of heat.
Truth Waters: He’s never gonna be the most popular kid in the playground.
Wade then violently grabs the top rope before pulling himself under it and dropping to the floor, where he ignores the signals of exhaustion transmitting through his body to pull O’Shea back up and prop him against the ringpost.
Truth Waters: Further punishment!
George Cassidy: Paddy O’Shea is defenceless, in a neat mirror image of what we saw earlier.
Wade rears back and slams a straight fist into O’Shea’s face, knocking his head back where it cracks against the ringpost.
George Cassidy: Oooh, listen to that impact on his skull!
Lars Larsson has a quiet word with Wade, but the battered and bruised double champion pays no attention, turning back and throwing another fist… straight into the ringpost. Paddy ducked.
Truth Waters: Dodge by O’Shea!
Wade reels away, holding his fragile hand, and O’Shea shakes off the hurt to run in on him and hit a bulldog.
Truth Waters: Bulldog takedown!
George Cassidy: Wade felt the full force of the concrete there!
Truth Waters: That’ll do no good for the crimson mask o’ doom~!
Weakly, O’Shea rests on his knees, unable to raise his arms let alone his body, as Wade remains sprawled on the floor in front of him. The fans urge them on.
Truth Waters: The fans have been excellent tonight. This is the eight and last match of Bloodlust, and it’s certainly been a night to remember.
George Cassidy: BoB-beater?
Truth Waters: Let’s look back at this tomorrow… things might not seem so extravagant in the cold light of day. But the fact that we can even make that suggestion means we’ve been suitably impressed tonight!
George Cassidy: Well. I wouldn’t quite go that far.
O’Shea now rolls Wade onto his back and mounts the double champion, sitting across his torso to send forearm blows into his forehead. Struggling hard, Wade overturns his exhausted challenger, and as he stands, locks O’Shea’s legs together as if preparing for a sharpshooter submission. However, O’Shea’s legs shoot out as one, and Wade goes stumbling back into the security fence and falls to the floor.
Truth Waters: It’s become a desperate struggle now – any minor advantage could mean so, so much to the lives of both these men.
O’Shea scrambles to his feet and runs at Wade, launching into a crude low dropkick into his abdomen. Wade gasps, not having anticipated the concentrated impact, and The Man From The Caravan launches himself straight back up from his landing on the floor to march his adversary over to the ring and roll him in under the bottom rope.
George Cassidy: The Bastard O’Shea is taking this back to the ring!
Truth Waters: I think you have to say “Unrepentant Fenian Bastard”, or it’s not really fair, Cassidy.
O’Shea follows him in but instead of going to work on Wade he breaks into a run towards the ropes, propelling himself off at speed and coming towards His Swerviness with a knee raised just as he is getting to his feet. O’Shea’s knee catches Wade high in his side and he is stopped in his tracks, held stationary as the Galway boy cranks his head into a neat neckbreaker.
George Cassidy: Cover here, and any fall could mean business!
ONE!
TWO!
Wade kicks out assertively.
Truth Waters: Kickout by Wade, but you’re right, Cassidy... with both men utterly devoid of energy, it’ll just take one moment of magic... and that’s an illustrious career, flushed away!
O’Shea gets slowly to his feet, nodding to acknowledge the fans’ cheers for him. Pacing backwards, he leans against the ring ropes until he sees Wade starting to move his legs.
Truth Waters: The Man From The Caravan wisely choosing to get some rest. He won’t allow Wade that same opportunity.
Indeed he doesn’t, steaming in to take the 209 (and three quarters!)-pounder in both arms and score a hefty backbreaker. Following up with a falling headbutt, O’Shea rides on the cheers of the fans to attempt another cover.
George Cassidy: Lateral press, too drained to hook the leg...
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
George Cassidy: And he pays for it.
Truth Waters: The tension is enormous every time Lars Larsson drops to the mat. I still can’t get over the enormity of this: these men are fighting for their careers!
George Cassidy: And Wade isn’t making the best of it right now!
The camera zooms in on Mike Wade, who looks utterly exhausted as he lies flat, the dried blood from his nose all over his face and within his matted hair. O’Shea, who is sat up next to him, looks equally tired, but the momentum of the match is with him and it pushes him on.
Truth Waters: They’re sweating BUCKETS out there. Look, Paddy’s hair has almost turned black from it!
George Cassidy: Yeah, and Wade’s is going red...
Truth Waters: That’s the b---
George Cassidy: Yeah.
Pulling himself to a vertical base once more, O’Shea gives Wade a kick (for old times’ sake) and then flips the fallen Swervy One onto his front. Crouching over him, O’Shea nearly falls back out of fatigue before grabbing hold of one leg, simultaneously reaching back with his other arm to wrap it around Wade’s head.
Truth Waters: Oh could it end this way?! The Shamrock Leglock!
George Cassidy: He’s never been a submissionist but he does have this one trick in his arsenal and Mike Wade doesn’t look at all prepared!
O’Shea has the hold locked in tight, Wade’s leg held firmly in the crook of his right arm while his left applies pressure to the neck.
Truth Waters: It’s on! Shamrock Leglock in place, out of nowhere!
George Cassidy: This might spell the end for Mike Wade and his career! COME ON MIKE!
”PADDY! PADDY! PADDY!” The yells of O’Shea’s name once more grow in volume as O’Shea clenches the lock firm, cutting off any means of escape for Wade. Lars Larsson gets down on his hands and knees to best inspect the situation.
Truth Waters: Honestly Cass, I don’t see a way out. He’s nowhere near the ropes, he can’t reverse it, it’s too late for that...
George Cassidy: Mike Wade will think of something. Have some faith, Truth. Mike Wade will think of something.
Truth Waters: Short of cheating by getting his Unfuckable little friend out here, I can’t see a way at all!
George Cassidy: I don’t think we’ll be seeing Adam Dick getting involved Truth, not even for Wade! He’s probably trying to drown himself in the showers after the loss of his crown.
And still the hold tightens, and Paddy O’Shea does not wane, WILL not wane, because he knows he’s in such a strong position.
George Cassidy: Wade can stand the pain, so it seems!
Truth Waters: He’s just refusing to tap! And I can see why; you might usually tap to avoid a break or a dislocation, save your career, but... if Wade taps, there’s no career left to save!
George Cassidy: Paddy O’Shea might have to keep the Shamrock Leglock on until he can make Wade pass out! And who knows how long that might take? Has O’Shea even got the mental strength?
Truth Waters: Oh, he’s iron-willed. He’ll do that alright. They don’t call him the Unrepentant Fenian Bastard for nothin’.
”PADDY! PADDY! PADDY!” The Shamrock Leglock has been on for some time now, and O’Shea’s head is beginning to drop.
George Cassidy: And look at O’Shea! He’s losing it!
Truth Waters: He can’t let the lack of instant success get to him. He’s gotta keep tight, he’s gotta keep focused. This isn’t just a match... this is his LIFE at stake. Just keep the hold on...
George Cassidy: Paddy wants to tighten the hold! He’s shifting!
Arching his back further, O’Shea twists his body all the more, desperately trying to get his left arm further round Wade’s head to increase the pressure against his foe’s neck. And that’s when Wade strikes. O’Shea’s arm slips, just a matter of inches but that’s enough, because rather than having his forearm across Wade’s eyes, it’s now crossing his mouth. And the mouth is one thing that His Swerviness can move.
George Cassidy: HE BIT HIM! HE BIT HIM!
O’Shea rolls away, clutching his arm in horror. Small flecks of red appear on the forearm as Wade’s body relaxes, the Irishman opting to roll onto his side to rest the aches.
Truth Waters: I don’t believe it! Wade actually bit O’Shea’s arm to escape from the Shamrock Leglock! Is that not a disqualification?
George Cassidy: I don’t think Lars Larsson could see it clearly, Truth! He’s not making any move to end this!
Larsson crouches down to take a look at O’Shea, a frown on his face, but he was on the blind side when the incident occurred and so could see nothing. The fans, however, either saw everything or guessed, because the boos are overpowering and shouts of “Vampire!” and “Bloodsucker!” can immediately be heard.
Truth Waters: Unbelievable! Resorting to that, on worldwide pay-per-view!
George Cassidy: But of course, Truth! You said it yourself! It’s his career on the line; this IS a time for last resorts!
We can see a full streak of blood start to run down O’Shea’s arm as he hobbles to his feet, bitterly disappointed at how he’s lost out at a time when he looked so dominant. Wade is still downed, totally unmoving as he lies in the centre of the ring, now on his back with his eyes closed.
George Cassidy: Surely a pin isn’t out of the question? But I don’t want to give him any ideas...
A pin is perhaps the last thing on O’Shea’s mind; the blood has rushed to his head and he wants to make Wade pay. A running elbow drop brings no defensive attempt from His Swerviness; it doesn’t appear to satisfy O’Shea either, who turns his gaze slowly from his prone opponent to the corner of the ring. A slow cheer rises, and O’Shea, bloodshot eyes and sweaty palms, stomps over to the turnbuckle.
Truth Waters: HE’S GOING UP TOP!
George Cassidy: Can you say CAREER SUICIDE?
Truth Waters: Make or break for Paddy O’Shea! A big hit or a VERY big miss!
O’Shea reaches the top turnbuckle and looks out at the crowd, then down at Wade, who still isn’t moving.
Truth Waters: He’s one-eighty pounds but he doesn’t do this often and he NEEDS to nail it... nothing else will do... nothing at all...
FROG SPLASH!
...MISSED!
George Cassidy: WADE ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY! HE ROLLED AND PADDY MISSED THE FROG SPLASH! HITS THE MAT HARD!
Truth Waters: O’SHEA BOTCHES AND THIS IS A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY FOR MIKE WADE! He was playing possum!
George Cassidy: Well obviously! Who stays down for that long?!
Truth Waters: And the pin! Hooks the leg!
George Cassidy: Paddy O’Shea is GONE!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
PADDY KICKS OUT!
Truth Waters: THREE – NO! KICKOUT!
George Cassidy: Miraculous escape!
Truth Waters: I thought O’Shea was gone, I really did!
”PADDY! PADDY! PADDY!”
George Cassidy: Wade can’t lose focus now! Finish him!
Wade drags O’Shea to his feet and slaps him hard on the chest, the sound echoing throughout the arena.
Truth Waters: Knife-edge chop, but it’s not the time for that!
Wade realises the same with a rising boot to the gut.
George Cassidy: O’Shea’s just unable to defend himself! The end is surely nigh!
Truth Waters: No more O’Shea in AWC?! He must have something left! A miracle! Something! Anything!
Wade hooks the arms.
George Cassidy: TFW! TFW! It’s over!
But...
Truth Waters: NO! O’Shea with the back drop! Wade hits the canvas! How did he do it?!
O’Shea slumps forward onto the ropes.
George Cassidy: Wade denied! O’Shea living up to his nickname – Bastard indeed!
The Man From The Caravan sees the urging of the fans and somehow manages to galvanise himself back into action. He pulls Wade up, but gets a jab in the chest for his trouble. Ignoring it, O’Shea tries to tie up, but this time a hard knee in the abdomen stops him. Wade takes the arm and looks for an Irish whip, but O’Shea reverses, slinging Wade into the corner. Wade hits the ringpost with a thud.
Truth Waters: This is hanging in the balance! Can O’Shea do something here?
O’Shea runs into Wade with a clothesline, flattening him against the ringpost.
George Cassidy: Knocking the breath out of Wade, and this gives O’Shea vital seconds for something high risk...
Truth Waters: And that’s exactly what he’s doing! Setting Wade up on the top!
George Cassidy: O’Shea going for broke!
Truth Waters: Top Of The Morn imminent!
O’Shea pauses with Wade locked up on top of the third turnbuckle to compose himself, then sets his arm across Wade’s chest...
Truth Waters: GAME OVER!
But there’s a low blow from Wade!
George Cassidy: OH! Regions~! shot! Raised the knee!
Truth Waters: There’s no time for O’Shea to let his eyes water! Recover it! There’s still time! Top Of The M...
The words die in Waters’ throat as Wade, for the third time in the match, takes both O’Shea’s arms in a double underhook.
Truth Waters: Oh... my God...
George Cassidy: Unthinkable... the unthinkable...
Truth Waters: Think it... it’s happening...
And Wade tips backwards.
Truth Waters: TFW! TFW ONTO THE RING STEPS FROM THE TOP ROPE!
George Cassidy: MIKE WADE HAS KILLED PADDY O’SHEA!
Truth Waters: THEY BOTH SMASHED THROUGH THOSE STEPS AND LOOK AT THE DENT IN THEM!
Both men drop to the floor, totally motionless, a deep gash already evident across O’Shea forehead where it hit the edge of a step.
”HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
George Cassidy: HOLY SHIT INDEED!
Truth Waters: I DON’T THINK I’VE EVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS!
George Cassidy: Mike Wade with the TFW... the double underhook piledriver... backwards off the top rope onto the ring steps! Amazing. Amazing.
Truth Waters: Now come the hardest moments for Mike Wade, because that took a lot out of him too... he’s GOT to ignore the pain, he’s GOT to get up, and he’s GOT to get O’Shea into that ring and pin him!
And Wade does exactly that, or at least tries. The first attempt to extract himself from the wreckage results in him falling backwards and landing in an ungainly position against the ring apron.
George Cassidy: The true definition of “drained”!
”PADDY! PADDY! PADDY!” But the fans’ hero doesn’t make a move, and crucially, Mike Wade does. He now does manage to get up, grabbing O’Shea’s mane of hair and dragging him onto the ring steps.
George Cassidy: Oh no, Wade, no...
And this is just what we saw earlier: Mike Wade trying in vain to drag Paddy O’Shea up the ring steps.
Truth Waters: Wade hasn’t learnt from his earlier mistake!
George Cassidy: Come on, Mike, think!
But he’s thought. And this time, he has the belief. Slowly, O’Shea begins to move, his arms locked in the grip of his opponent as he pushes back on the apron, now finding some success. And then suddenly, O’Shea slips up onto the apron, and Wade steps calmly through the ropes before bending low to pull Paddy through.
Truth Waters: O’Shea just needs a handhold... get those arms around the ringpost... anything...
But O’Shea is still motionless, not in control of his body or at least not aware of what is going on, because The Man From The Caravan can offer no resistance as Wade grabs his hand and heaves him underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He takes him a little further, just enough to be sure he’s well away from the ropes, but the centre of the ring is beyond His Swerviness as he finally succumbs to fatigue and just falls onto O’Shea’s body.
Truth Waters: Here it is!
George Cassidy: The end!
Truth Waters: Can he channel one last effort? Does he even know what’s going on?
ONE!
George Cassidy: Bye bye, Paddy O’Ghey!
TWO!
Truth Waters: Last chance saloon...!
THREE!
Truth Waters: NO!
George Cassidy: WADE WINS! O’Shea is gone!
Truth Waters: Paddy O’Shea has been pinned by Mike Wade in this Loser Leaves Town match! The popular Irishman will have his AWC contract cancelled!
The bell rings, but you can barely hear it above the cacophony of discontent.
James Brunt: The winner... MIKE WADE!
Wade can’t move; the story is the same for the man beneath him.
James Brunt: Which we means we must unfortunately say goodbye to... PADDY O’SHEA!
One last pop. One last moment. And we’re accompanied by ”PADDY! PADDY! PADDY!” all the way to the grave. ”PADDY! PADDY! PADDY!” as the show ends. And we fade out...
”PADDY!”
”PADDY!”
”PADDY!”