AWC Triangles 2006
24th November 2006
Live from the Staples Center (capacity: 18997), Los Angeles, California, USA
A Chance Encounter
A U T H O R S : LARA C. and MIKE S.
The car park was empty, well virtually, if you don't count the hysterical and anxious Tracy Stanton who stood shivering in the cold night air dressed in a lavish silk dress with her arms folded and pacing.
Her eyes scanned the perimeter and watched as another car rolled in, stopping near her, her heart raced and her shoes couldn't hit the floor quick enough as she darted to the car.
The door opened and Pierce Lavelle emerged with a caring smile and glistening blue eyes. Tracy stepped back.
Pierce Lavelle: Not who you were expecting, huh.
Tracy: Oh hey Pierce. I just thought you were Michael for a second.
Tracy Stanton said as she peered around his shoulder and slouched as no more cars entered the lot.
Pierce Lavelle: Is he supposed to show up tonight?
Lavelle questioned as he shut the car door.
Tracy: Well I don't know but it's a perfect time for his return.
Lavelle couldn't help but looked worried. The thought of Michael Sloan returning, didn't help his anxious state.
Pierce Lavelle: Is everything okay, Tracy?
Lavelle said, noticing the pacing and nervous state Tracy was in.
Tracy: It's nothing… just… that I haven't heard from him since Untouchable. He's disappeared and cut off communication with me. I just worry that he's in some sort of trouble and there's nothing I can do help him.
Lavelle had opened the flood gates and was being drowned and barely found the breath to respond.
Pierce Lavelle: He hasn’t contacted you, at all?
Lavelle found it hard to believe that Sloan would remain out of contact with the only woman he was mad about, then again, Michael Sloan was unpredictable and even he could blank out such a lovely woman as Tracy.
Tracy: Not a phone card, not a letter, nothing. It's like he dropped off the face of the earth. You don't think it was something I did do you?
Lavelle crossed his arms, a grin along his lips.
Pierce Lavelle: Well, it wouldn’t---
Lavelle paused, looking toward Tracy.
Pierce Lavelle: No, I don’t think he’s in danger. I just worry for whoever he’s come across. Sloan can handle himself, Tracy, you know that.
Tracy: That worries me just as much.
Pierce Lavelle now smiles, a somewhat devious grin on his lips. He knew the many possibilities and one thought crossed his mind, Sloan was probably shaking up with any lady he could find.
Pierce Lavelle: You're too good for him anyway Tracy, try not to worry so much.
Tracy: I can't, he's been the only man I've ever loved. We're meant for each other.
She said with such passion in her voice that Pierce Lavelle felt jealous of Michael Sloan.
Lavelle didn’t know how to answer, he could just tell her that Sloan was a sick individual and she deserved better, but knew that would only fall on deaf ears. He moved toward her shivering body, her eyes looking toward the entrance of the car park once more.
Pierce Lavelle: Look, I know you care about Michael, love him even, but don’t you think if he
truly loved you he wouldn’t do all those things, he’d contact you and tell you once in a while.
Tracy couldn’t respond, she just remained an inch from him her eyes gazing downward.
Pierce Lavelle: Sloan will be fine, but right now, I’m more worried about you. You’ll catch your death out here.
She nodded her head and the two began to walk.
Pierce Lavelle: How about after Triangles, the two of us catch a movie or something… as friends.
Tracy looked at him with a warm smile.
Tracy: Okay.
As they moved off, another car pulled into the lot, the figure watching as Lavelle and Tracy moved into the Staples Center, the cars engine shutting off the lights fading.
Wild Card I
A U T H O R : KRIS
A core group of fans rouse the audience as Johnny Lexicon appears on screen.
Truth Waters: Livewire champion and King Prawn holder.
George Cassidy: Where's he been?
Truth Waters: Perhaps peeling his prawn?
Johnny leans against the wall next to a door with a golden star on it. Engraved onto this star is the name: 'Johnny Lexicon'. His jeans and denim jacket do little to hide his size as his hair, bangs pulled and tied back, does little to hide the wandering of his eyes.
Midas T. Gold: Yo.
Johnny Lexicon: Hey.
Midas T. Gold: What you doing?
Johnny shrugs.
Midas T. Gold: You're just standing here in the hallway?
Johnny Lexicon: Yeah.
Midas T. Gold: You lonely?
Johnny Lexicon: Just a bit. Hey have you seen Wade around?
Midas T. Gold: Mike Wade?
Johnny Lexicon: That's him.
Midas T. Gold: Yeah I think I saw him a minute ago, you need something?
Johnny Lexicon: Naw it's good Midas. You just. Just wait here, I have to talk to Wade privately.
Midas T. Gold: You serious?
Johnny doesn't answer his golden clad manager, turning away and leaving Midas with questions hanging.
Truth Waters: What exactly could Lexicon need to talk to Wade about?
George Cassidy: What doesn't he need to talk to him about? All that talent going to waste.
Introduction
A U T H O R : PIERRE HYDE
The ominous bass of Goldfrapp’s “Train” correlates smoothly with the dull fluctuation of what seem to be lights on the Triangles structure down below – we watch, hypnotised, from a camera mounted under the Staples Center roof, as the synth joins and the light grows in power; red, blue, green, and centrally, gold.
The choice of music tells us one thing: AWC is, no doubt, the promotion of choice for the ‘cool’ segment of the television audience. Your hardcore smarks may tune in to PRIME; some mindless fools might even watch FUSE from time to time; but anyone with any street cred is firmly fixed on AWC Triangles tonight.
Shame there’s no Alison Goldfrapp gyrating along with the light show.
Video joins us on the big screen; as if we’re flying through space, but not black as it’s always portrayed. Instead, purple, just like in all the Triangles artwork; and past us hurtle triangles of all shapes and sizes, red green and blue. And then a bigger one comes into view, slowly, slowly; it’s bigger, and it’s gold, and it’s moving at about one-fiftieth the speed of all the others.
And the light show pulses more intensely, and as we pan downwards we see that the ring is in fact in place, and there is
no Triangles structure there at all; it’s a hologram. A hologram of the Triangles structure is what has accompanied Goldfrapp and our video package, and the fans are hollering their appreciation because, though they could tell, those here in the Staples Center, that there really is no structure there at all – hell, they could see the projectors throwing light above the ring – they still think it’s pretty damn cool.
And the song ends, and with a buzz and a click and a crackle, old-school ‘this technology has now broken’ style, the hologram disappears. Now we can concentrate on the ring; and tonight it isn’t your bog-standard wrestling ring: no sir. The ropes are, from top to bottom, red, blue and green. The turnbuckles are a dull gold and the apron skirts adorned with the purple-backed Triangles 2006 artwork. The canvas is your regular off-white, but centrally has a faded Triangles bird’s-eye triforce emblem.
Fireworks as the song ends; loud and vicious, purple sparks shooting up from enormous cannons positioned at even intervals along the stage; a shower of purple. And then shots of flame from behind; red blue green red blue green. And from the same fire-pits, gold now, from all six gold, and this is the most fucking awesome show start we’ve ever seen.
Truth Waters: WELCOME TO TRIANGLES TWO THOUSAND SIX! MAN! WHAT A SEQUENCE!
George Cassidy: (coughing) Those flamethrowers, Truth, I wasn’t – wasn’t expecting those!
Truth Waters: And that hologram: man!
George Cassidy: We could’ve fed a thousand kids in Africa for the money Kasidy Drake must’ve spent on that, but damn was it worth it.
Truth Waters: And the party’s only getting started, Cassidy! We’ve got four matches in that special Triangles ring, before it’s taken away by the Staples Center ring-crew and the giant structure is put in place for the Triangles match itself!
George Cassidy: The other matches just feel like warm-ups compared to Triangles, Truth. I don’t think I care about Teresa Tomas and Aimz settling their differences over some asinine magazine cover…
Truth Waters: Personally I think the ladies are gonna put on a damn good show! Plus we’ve got Darcy Crisis and Jack Murphy in the
final of the Relentless Frontier Gauntlet… with the winner going into Triangles!
George Cassidy: But Darcy Crisis is already
in Triangles, Truth…
Truth Waters: Then I guess he gets to pick a replacement or something. Whatever, Cassidy, it’s one hot match-up! The Gauntlet has gone on ever since Untouchable and the Bull and the East Bay Executioner have proven pretty damn impossible to beat… so who can come out the winner when they meet?!
George Cassidy: And right after that Captain Suleimon decimates that stupid Scottish idiot Andy Murray…
Truth Waters: Don’t forget our opener, Cassidy! Three talented wrestlers fighting for number-one contendership to the Livewire title. B.O.T., Jonny Kae and Tyson DeBough!
George Cassidy: Truth, y’know, I think I could care less.
Truth Waters: Try.
George Cassidy: But we’re missing the point -
TRIANGLES! This is it, Truth, the one we’ve been w---
Truth Waters: Cassidy, are you
excited?
George Cassidy: No, that’s just a fold in my trousers!
Truth Waters: …
George Cassidy: …ya, you kinda didn’t mean that.
Truth Waters: Nope.
George Cassidy: Ah.
Crickets chirp.
Truth Waters: What I want to know, Cassidy… is why there is so much damn electrical equipment in this extended ringside area.
George Cassidy: HO-LO-GRAM…
Truth Waters: The projects for that, sure, but there are a hell of a load of… generator-type things here that weren’t even used in that intro. Trust me, I looked.
George Cassidy: You must have looked wrong. What else could they be for?
Truth Waters: I don’t know, Cassidy… I don’t know…
George Cassidy: Now let’s get onto the hilarious news: David Harber is going nuts!
Truth Waters: That’s a little unfair, Cassidy.
George Cassidy: Oh?
Truth Waters: I think “insane” would be more correct! The man’s a walking disaster! What do you think’s up?
George Cassidy: Boy problems?
Truth Waters: Cassidy…
George Cassidy: No well yeah, I mean, Afeaki kinda hasn’t shown up for weeks and weeks… who even knows where he is? And what he did to Sasha Volkyeva?
Truth Waters: Sasha! Now that’s another story… she wants her job back?! Is she crazy?
George Cassidy: I don’t know, she always had a certain way with things…
Truth Waters: Cassidy, she had us sitting on the freakin’
stage!
Waters motions flabbergastedly to the stage area, from his current position sitting pretty at ringside. But before Truth and George can be any more banterific, James Brunt, resplendent in a purple suit with red, green and blue striped shirt and gold tie (height of fashion, mhmm), ascends the ring steps.
In Loving Memory
A U T H O R : PIERRE HYDE
James Brunt: Ladies and gentlemen…
The image of the late Alexander Strider merges into view on the big screen.
James Brunt: It is one year and one day since Alexander Strider passed.
25/12/78 – 23/11/05 appears across him.
James Brunt: On 23rd November 2005, just twelve days after competing in the first ever Triangles match, Alex Strider was found dead in his hotel room.
A respectful silence is complete across the Staples Center. As much of a complete and utter dickhead The Mongoose might have been, we can all acknowledge just how much he did for AWC, and how terrible and premature his death was.
James Brunt: The cause of death was a heart attack induced by alien substances that were found in large quantities in Strider’s body. Whilst many of us believe the Prometheus Serum to have been the true cause of the death of AWC’s first Transatlantic champion… there is no proof.
Brunt’s icy, pointed glare up towards the skybox of The Empire is not lost on anybody.
James Brunt: Tonight we mourn the loss one year ago of a great wrestler and a hugely intelligent young man… and those of us who have faith, we pray that no such tragedy should
ever have to happen again.
One minute’s silence;
the tick, tick, tick of wristwatches,
the incessant background buzz of the sound and lighting equipment,
the noise externally, the freeways of LA, where people are afraid to merge,
tick, tick,
says Bret Easton Ellis,
tick,
the cacophony of nothing, the loudness of zero,
tick, tick, tick,
a year and a day,
tick,
Prometheus and its path of destruction,
ugly,
bloody,
the spectre of death.
tick. tick. tick,
open your eyes.
James Brunt: LAAAAAAAAADIES AAAAAAAAAND GEEEEEEEENTTLEEEEMEEENNN!
The roar is unbelievable. Fire. Warmth. Energy. Passion. Love. War.
James Brunt: WITHOUT FURTHER ADO…
”A-W-C! A-W-C!”
James Brunt: TRIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAANGGGGGLEEESSSSS…
James Brunt: TWOOOOOOO…
James Brunt: THOOOOUUUUSSSAND…
James Brunt: SI---
Voice: Aren’t you forgetting something?
Legend Before His Time I
A U T H O R : PIERRE HYDE
“Heartless” David Harber’s words dissolve the atmosphere to nothing. He perches stiffly just in front of the curtain, forehead wet and shining from perspiration, shirt half untucked from his suit trousers (jacket long forgotten).
James Brunt looks at him.
He hasn’t forgotten anything, but maybe he’s supposed to be covering for Harber, who didn’t brief the ring announcer on a last-minute add.
But they’re on a tight schedule, and he doesn’t want to mess up, so
James Brunt looks at David Harber.
And David Harber looks back at James Brunt.
And they both breathe, breathe, breathe---
STOP!
I said it’s happening again
We’re all wasting away
Wasting away…
That’s the cue. Some sound guy jumped in and his initiative has rich rewards, because firing up “Empire” by Kasabian seems to make decisions on both their behalves. David Harber wipes a hand across his forehead and trots impatiently to the ring; James Brunt announces him.
James Brunt: Making his way to the ring… the AWC Entertainment Manager… DAVID HARBER!
Truth Waters: What does Harber want?
George Cassidy: I haven’t a clue, Truth. I really haven’t a clue.
Truth Waters: That was quite some tribute to Alexander Strider, Cassidy.
George Cassidy: It still chokes me up to think about it – such a great man, chopped down in his prime…
Truth Waters: Yet you argue with me when I criticise Drake! You don’t get it Cassidy, do you? It’s all HIM! Prometheus, and all it’s done… it’s all Dr. Kasidy Drake!
George Cassidy: I don’t th---
David Harber: Thanks for coming down to Triangles, everyone!
He’s ring-centre now, microphone in hand, and it’s clearly some great effort for him.
Truth Waters: Harb doesn’t look in the rudest of health…
George Cassidy: Well it is the
rudest of crowds tonight! David Harber just thanked everyone for coming and didn’t receive a single cheer!
Truth Waters: They don’t know what to make of it Cassidy, and to be honest neither do I… this isn’t the “Heartless” Harber we’re accustomed to seeing!
George Cassidy: It’s the stress, Truth. It’s stressful running a big promotion like AWC.
Truth Waters: Yeah, ‘cause you know all about it, Mr. Worldly-Wise.
Harber wipes some more sweat off his head. His strained appearance isn’t helped by the veins protruding more than ever from his forehead in the tight scowl he embraces… nor the dark patches that extend from his under-arms.
David Harber: Uh, so I’ve got an announcement to make…
George Cassidy: Let me guess. Another ridiculous stipulation for Triangles.
”ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE!” The chants finally begin to mount now and they’re not helping Harber, who visibly wilts.
Truth Waters: I’m trying to decide whether he’s just distracted, or terrified, Cassidy! There’s no question: something’s up with Harbs tonight, bah gawd!
David Harber: It regards Jack Murphy… Jack “The Bull” Murphy…
Harber’s slow, measured speech gives the fans plenty of opportunity to give their voice to proceedings, and primarily they bestow upon Murphy’s name a rising cheer, appreciative of what the AWC mainstay has done for the company.
Truth Waters: Murphy’s in action tonight in the Relentless Frontier Gauntlet final!
George Cassidy: He also spit in Pearl’s face last---
Truth Waters: “Pearl” doesn’t exist, Cassidy!
George Cassidy: Sigh.
David Harber: Your former Livewire champion…
former Transatlantic champion… and reigning Relentless champion… who one year ago at Triangles won the Grand Slam Package…
More cheers.
George Cassidy: Is he burying the hatchet or firing the man?!
David Harber: …and exactly one month ago unleashed a great gob of saliva into my face…
An immediate rush of cheering from the toilet-humour section of the crowd. Harber turns, and throws his arm out sideways, pointing through the multi-coloured ropes and down the ramp to the entrance-way.
David Harber: Jack Murphy… come on out here so I can induct you to the AWC Roll of Legends!
!
?
!
George Cassidy: What in hell…
Truth Waters: Oh Cassidy,
come on! It’s a trap! Harber has the whole Empire to back him up. He just wants to get Jack Murphy out here by himself to get his revenge on pay-per-view! He’s sick-minded, Harber.
Harber keeps a straight face, still extending his arm out towards the entrance-way, expectant. But there is no movement at the curtain.
Truth Waters: See, the Bull has some sense!
George Cassidy: I don’t know, Truth… the Empire’s kind of fractious lately; I mean, we haven’t seen Afeaki properly in weeks… months, maybe!
Truth Waters: Oh what’s the alternative, Cassidy? David Harber
really wants to make his nemesis a Legend? Get real, man.
The fans, now having caught on that it’s looking like a trap, start to boo Harber, who looks terribly alone in the ring, still hoping for some movement from Murphy.
David Harber: Come on, Jack, I’m waiting… we’re all waiting…
In The Dark
A U T H O R : PIERRE HYDE
Flash to backstage, with Jack “The Bull” Murphy in his ring attire at the gorilla position, watching the action on a monitor. The fans cheer all around the Staples Center as the big man, Relentless championship belt around his waist, slowly shakes his head with a contemptuous glare at the on-screen Harber. He turns away.
Flash to a few yards away, and another former Transatlantic champion, and this one already a Legend; Pierce Lavelle, approaching.
Pierce Lavelle: (frowning) What are you doing out here, Jack? Your match isn’t for a while.
Jack Murphy: (wearily) Give up, Lavelle, you’re not tricking me into going anywhere. Your…
boss isn’t all that subtle.
Lavelle looks bemused.
Pierce Lavelle: Trick? I don’t know what you’re talking about. And what do you mean by my “boss”?
Jack Murphy: (narrowing his eyes) Harb.
Pierce Lavelle: Harber? Is he here yet?
Wide-eyed, innocent with the question. Grizzled Jack Murphy scratches his head.
Jack Murphy: You know he’s here, you’re all on the same page, right?
Having stepped aside slightly, Murphy watches Lavelle closely as he brushes past to see the monitor.
Pierce Lavelle: That’s… that’s him in the ring.
Jack Murphy: Thanks, Captain Obv---
Pierce Lavelle: (snapping round) What’s he doing in the ring?
Jack Murphy: Chill, Pierce. I really… don’t know…
Murphy and Lavelle both peer into the monitor once more.
Cutter
A U T H O R : JARRETT
Sarah Kennedy looks from the top of her eyes up to the towering frame beside her. She isn't entirely sure of how this is going to go, as she’s heard some disheartening things about the way B.O.T. treats interviewers. But she shakes the trepidation from her soundly, knowing that being afraid of danger won't get her paid. What would Geraldo do, right?
She clutches her microphone, and the camera man gives her the signal.
Sarah Kennedy: Hi, this is Sarah here with B.O.T., one of the brightest up and comers here in the AWC. B.O.T. I‘ve got to know, what do you think tonight holds for you?
The cameraman tilts the shot up, focusing in on the face of Tenacious B, who is staring off into the distance. At least, we can assume he is, anyway. His head is pointed out down the hallway, but his eyes are shielded by large aviators. His stoic jaw remains shut, his breathing slow and steady, even as Sarah shoves the mic in his face. The camera tilts back down to Sarah, who looks up in wait. She pulls the mic back down to her, and clears her throat wearily.
Sarah Kennedy: Er... tonight is a big night for you, B.O.T., for winning
this match will make you number one contender for Johnny Lexicon...
Before she can finish her jibber jabber, B.O.T.'s hand raises up and halts
her. She assumes he's ready to talk, and shoves the mic back in his face.
The shot pulls out to include them both.
B.O.T.'s head shoots down at Kennedy dramatically. He looks her up and down, snaking over her shoulder to get a look at her butt. He sighs and crosses his arms, looking away, disappointed.
B.O.T.: Where’s the French guy?
Sarah Kennedy: I’m... not sure? I was sent to interview you today.
B.O.T.: Well, that's unfortunate. Because all day, I was pacing back and
forth in my locker room, chomping at the bit to get the chance to have to be interviewed by Frenchy, so that I could call him a butt pirate! I mean, it
was the perfect insult, playing off the stereotype surrounding French men being homosexual, and the fact that he dresses up like a colonization era
sailor. It was perfect! And you standing here right now is ruining it for
me!
Sarah Kennedy: Sorry?
B.O.T.: Yea, I bet you are...
Sarah Kennedy: But, to get back to the point, what do you feel...
B.O.T.: The point? And what exactly is the point?
Sarah Kennedy: Well, if you'd let me fini...
B.O.T.: As a matter of fact, shut up, you ignorant slut! Gimme that mic,
I’ll take it from here.
He snatches the mic, and pie-faces her out of the shot.
B.O.T.: Listen closely, Los Angeles, because you need to hear this. Week
after week I’ve say in this bitch, getting beat by god knows who, for god
knows why, and it's been a bit frustrating, to say the very least. A couple weeks ago, I go a chance to release some of the frustrations on Teresa Tomas. But choking out a drunk chick is like fighting a baby with two broken legs: Funny, but pathetic. Tonight, I get a shot at something that could turn this little funk around. Like a
key to a door to the me I’m used to, not the me that I am right now. And the gate keepers? A coke addict and some Euro panty waist. Excuse me if I don't feel the least bit threatened. What’s gonna happen tonight is extremely simple. I'm going to walk out there, because its what I do, you’re gonna boo me, because its what you do, and I’m going to kick the crack right out of Tyson DeBough’s shoddy little corpse, and feed it to Jonny Kae. Then I’m gonna go on, and take the Livewire championship from Johnny Lexicon, because it’s due to me. So says me, B.O.T.!
He tosses the mic at the camera, and stomps away.
Legend Before His Time II
A U T H O R : PIERRE HYDE
Flash to the ring.
David Harber: Jack, this is your last chance, and I’m deadly serious. You’ve done as much for this company as anyone, and---
“Burn”.
Truth Waters: NO! It’s a trap, Murphy, it’s a trap, damn it!
A slow smile creeps onto Harber’s face as he relaxes his arm down by his side, awaiting the imminent arrival of Jack Murphy. But the Relentless champion, as his music plays, is still nowhere to be seen.
Amongst the fans, it’s a mixture. Half of cheering for the Bull, chants and signs all prepared for the man who must win against Darcy Crisis tonight to qualify for his second Triangles match. The other half of indignant that Murphy appears to be falling for the trap set out by Entertainment Manager David Harber and The Empire.
And now Murphy violently throws the curtain aside.
George Cassidy: There he is! Jack “The Bull”!
Truth Waters: He’s insane! He’s left Lavelle behind him and we have no clue where Juggernaut Kintu is, or even where Gabriel Afeaki is!
George Cassidy: Afeaki’s
over, Truth, a world away being dreamt about by Sasha “Stockholm Syndrome oh, woe is me” Volkyeva! And Lavelle didn’t have a clue what Jack Murphy was talking about; don’t you
listen?
The Bull stands tall on the stage, edging quietly forward and surveying his surroundings. His imposing figure commands the attention of every spectator packed into the LA Staples Center, and the belted Relentless champion treads the boundary between confidence and caution perfectly – looking cold as ice, hard as nails, yet taking no risks and in no hurry to obey Harber’s wishes.
The Entertainment Manager is breathing more normally, sweating less, speaking more quietly now.
David Harber: Join me in the ring, Jack, people are gonna want a speech.
Murphy’s eyebrows raise and he mouths something indiscernible back at Harber, still just edging towards the transition from stage to ramp. The Entertainment Manager holds up his arms.
David Harber: It’s just me, Jack, and I’ve got nothing. There’s no trap. There’s nothing to be afraid of.
And those eyes of Harber’s look more earnest than ever.
Truth Waters: No! Murphy! Don’t you know what this man’s capable of?
George Cassidy: He just wants to make him a Legend, Truth, for Christ’s sake!
Truth Waters: HE SWERVED US ALL AT COAST TO COAST, CASSIDY! HE SWERVED EVERY ONE OF US! We thought he was
ours; the people’s representative up in charge, a heart of gold… but he turned out not to have a heart at all! You can’t let him trick you like this
AGAIN!
Jack Murphy stands, and considers. And starts to walk.
George Cassidy: Here he comes! The sixth Legend of AWC!
Truth Waters: Actually Cassidy, The Furious Fists Of God went in jointly as number four… but still, I don’t believe there’s any way Harber is keeping his word here! Murphy’s a sitting duck!
George Cassidy: Six feet five, two-eighty pounds… there’s no way you can call the Bull a sitting duck, Truth.
Murphy keeps his calm, composedly moving up the ring steps. Now he comes to a halt on the apron… takes a complete view of his surroundings… then into Harber’s eyes… a lengthy, meaningful look… then he ducks under the top rope---
Truth Waters: NO!!!
There is a blur of motion, and a dark shape positively sails out of the crowd and over the barrier. Within a second, the whirlwind is in the ring, and…
Truth Waters: IT’S NOT JACK MURPHY CAUGHT IN A TRAP… IT’S DAVID HARBER!
Gabriel Afeaki hits David Harber across the face.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Gaps I
A U T H O R : PIERRE HYDE
30th September
It was a beautiful night at Domodedovo International Airport. Moscow lay sprawled across the surrounding blackness, a forest of tiny little lights lighting tiny little lives.
A sleek white bird cut gracefully through the air, descending smoothly to touch down on the eastern runway.
The departure lounge was deserted aside from a few of tomorrow morning’s customers, sleeping-bagged, asleep.
The arrivals hall was bustling with the human contents of the flight that just came in from London.
Sasha Volkyeva cut through the crisp air with a cold dignity about her. She had always shunned heavy baggage, favouring a classy appearance over practicality, and clasped just a brown leather piece of carry-on baggage over her left arm as she opened the back door of the taxi.
“The Baltschug Kempinski, please; and quickly,” Sasha commanded in patient English. For a while now she had selected the international language of business over that of her ancestors; for one, it brought up fewer unpleasant memories; for another, more of Moscow’s taxi drivers understood it.
Although this one, perhaps, did not.
“Did not you hear me?” Sasha asked curtly. “The Baltschug Kempinski,” louder.
“Oh, I heard you,” the shadowed figure replied smoothly. The mechanical click of all doors locking preceded the driver turning in his seat. Sasha Volkyeva gave out an involuntary gasp. “I heard you fine.”
Gabriel Afeaki doused in ether the rag he was tightly clutching in his right hand and leapt for Sasha’s face.
TLC
A U T H O R : PIERRE HYDE
David Harber: Get me Dr. Burns! Quickly!
Matt Matthews: It’s really nothing to worry about, Sir Harb--- Mr. Harber, sir, it’s absolutely f--- ooh, sorry…
Nurse Matt Matthews stoops to pick up the plastic water bottle he just knocked to the ground. He and Jin Osaka are wheeling the Entertainment Manager through the corridors atop a gurney. David Harber’s bloodied face tells the story of repeated blows from the Fijian Animal.
Jin Osaka: Just calm down Mr. Harber. Everything will be alright.
David Harber: Don’t tell me what to – where is he, damn it? Where’s Afeaki? Get him out of here!
Harber sits up on the gurney, gesticulating fiercely. Forced to stop wheeling, Nurse Osaka forces him firmly back into a prone position.
Jin Osaka: Our concern is your safety, Mr. Harber, now---
David Harber: (sitting back up) SHUT UP, BITCH!
Osaka flinches and backs away.
Jin Osaka: (placing a hand on Harber’s forehead and trying to push him back down) I am only trying to h---
Harber lashes out, pushing Osaka away. Matthews gasps in shock and goes to catch his colleague, but trips over her and hits the floor with a groan.
David Harber: (to Osaka) You’re FIRED! Don’t ever come near me again!
He leaps off the gurney and brushes himself off, ignoring the trickle of blood from his head.
David Harber: Matthews! Where’s Gabriel Afeaki?
Matt Matthews: I… I heard they lost him, s-sir…
David Harber: LOST him?! Damn it!
“Heartless” David Harber swings his leg at the gurney; the kick causes a loud clanging as instruments fall to the floor and the Entertainment Manager strides away.
Legend Before His Time III
A U T H O R S : FERGUS and PIERRE HYDE
Jack Murphy: You know...
We’re back in the ring, where Jack Murphy has the microphone whilst James Brunt beams at him from ringside. With Gabriel Afeaki having disappeared and David Harber intent on finding him, we can now proceed with some degree of normality.
Jack Murphy: …even with all this fanfare that's supposed to be around me for this 'big' occasion, I'm still not happy.
A lot of boos erupt from the crowd at the notion that 'The Bull' expresses to them. It's a mixture of bewilderment and hatred for the statement, pretty sure that this man is a bit nuts.
Truth Waters: Are you kidding me? He's just been made an inductee onto our Roll of Legends... and he's
still not happy? What is he on?
George Cassidy: I don't know... but I feel a twang of memory coming back to me...
Jack Murphy: Ah shut up you pieces of crap. (more boos) I'm tired with taking all the bullshit that surrounds this organisation. I'm tired of turning up on time for a show where I don't have much to do and then being forced to sit and wait while the rest of the show is filled with a bunch of bollocks that nobody cares about. I'm tired of wrestling against chumps who don't put any effort in, I'm tired of listening to officials that show no respect and don't understand who they're dealing with. And most of all, I'm tired with the authority in this place, frankly because they're so incompetent that the inmates are running the asylum. I see nothing has changed tonight either.
George Cassidy: Ah... that feels so refreshing Truth doesn't it? It's like... the Truth bwahahahahaha!
Truth Waters: (dryly) Ha. Ha.
The fans are still booing, hoping to drown out the man who's trying to dampen the fun of the evening that is Triangles. Murphy is having none of it. He's been given the time, he's damn well going to use it.
Truth Waters: I don’t get this… Jack Murphy took so long to win the fans over in the first place… and now they’re so desperate to cheer him as their new Legend, and he’s turning against them!
Jack Murphy: You can holler as loud as you like, it's not going to stop me from standing here. I earned this spot that I stand here on and ain't nobody gonna take it from me! And it's far above anything any of you chumps can muster!
Truth Waters: Has he gone off the deep end?
George Cassidy: No he's finally come up for air Truth! He's seen the light and has come back to preach!
Jack Murphy: So I've got a match here tonight here too huh. I could speak on it... but who could care less about it. You're all here to see Triangles aren't you? Nobody cares about anything else on this show other than seeing a bunch of people who can't hold a candle to wrestling... but who gives a damn about that? I'll tell you who... ME!! And it's been too long since someone has actually shown some balls and wrestled in this ring other than me. You know it's been a while but people are forgetting something; it says
WRESTLING on the marquee dammit and nothing else.
George Cassidy: Preach brother preach!
Truth Waters: Oh would you stop it. Where has this come from? I mean I know he's been unhappy and all about the way things were going but I thought he stood for what was right. I thought he cared about other people.
George Cassidy: This business eats you alive and spits you out for thinking that way Truth. You've gotta be selfish, you've gotta impose your own will on it. Otherwise you'll never make it anywhere. Don't forget that's what got Jack where he is today, not the namby pambying around like he's been doing for the past couple of months.
Truth Waters: He's done plenty in the last...
Waters breaks off momentarily.
George Cassidy: He's been disrespected and ignored for the last couple of months and you know exactly why. Just like he's finally realised. And thank God for that.
Jack Murphy: But I'm not alone. I'm not the only one who thinks this way. There is one man who believes in this dream, this reality that can be invoked if done right. We've sat back and watched for the past month or two. We've taken stock of the situation and been able to consider the options... and tonight I think you'll find out who it is that has joined me on this quest. Don't think that's it though, we've still got plenty left in store for this organisation. Wrestling's time has come again and there isn't anything that's gonna stop us. Why? Because I'm...
AS GOOD AS IT GETS!
Murphy drops the mic abruptly and hears his music come crashing back over the PA. It's a bit more venomous now. In fact it's changed. Where 'Burn' was once there now we've got harder, more aggressive metal. It takes some time for people to recognise it, but the pulverising riffs of 'Purified' by Lamb of God hits the PA.
Truth Waters: Wow. It’s a new Jack Murphy we’re seeing tonight, and I don’t know that I like it.
George Cassidy: And what’s more is that he seems to have an ally!
Truth Waters: That’s right Cassidy. Who could it be?
George Cassidy: What about…
PIERCE LAVELLE?
Truth Waters: What?! Are you high or something?
B.O.T.
v s
Tyson DeBough
v s
Jonny Kae
C H A M P I O N S H I P : LIVEWIRE #1 CONTENDERSHIP
S T I P U L A T I O N : THREE WAY FURY
R E F E R E E : AARON DAVIES
A U T H O R : TRENT
Truth Waters: Ladies and gentlemen... we are ready for our first match of the night! And what an opening match it is, isn't it, Cassidy?
George Cassidy: HA! Jonny Kae is going to reign terror over this entire arena! I'm liking his odds here...
Truth Waters: He'll have to get through two fellow rookies in BOT and Tyson DeBough, who are far from pushovers... all in all, Cassidy, this should be a very interesting contest. All three of these men could put up a fight for Lexicon's Livewire Title, which is why the #1 contender spot is on the line!
The strange pulses opening "Cowboys" by Portishead echo through the venue. The arena dims and all spotlights on the entryway. When the bass kicks in, B.O.T. struts out. He stops and pivots a bit to show himself off to the crowd, then continues down the ramp into the ring. He gives it one more little spin before disrobing and waiting for the match to start.
James Brunt: The following match is a three-way fury scheduled for one fall, and is for the number-one contendership to the Livewire title. Introducing first... from Moorestown, New Jersey... weighing in at 296 pounds... B.O.T!
Truth Waters: I wonder what B.O.T stands for?
George Cassidy: Good question, Truth... although nothing fascinating is coming to mind.
Truth Waters: That's fortunate...
The arena grows gently quiet, as the lights slowly dim, almost eliciting their change of mood. Four lights above the stage suddenly switch on, glaring into the audience, as the opening riff to "Seek and Destroy" by Metallica hits the PA system.
The titantron comes to life, as the name of Jonny Kae flashes in vacillating red and white text/background schemes.
Truth Waters: Here we go again.
George Cassidy: An enigmatic entrance!
Truth Waters: I beg to differ.
After two lines of the opening riff, the entrance way explodes with pyro, and Jonny Kae appears from backstage, wearing his trademark red trunks, white elbow pads and knee pads, and black boots.
As he slowly makes his way down the rampway, his arms raised in the air, like a conquering emperor in Roman times, the crowd boos incessantly. He hesitantly turns a full three hundred and sixty degrees, to allow his unadoring (which isn't actually a word) audience the chance to appreciate his fine physique, his plastic smile emanating from his arrogant appearance.
George Cassidy: 'The Most Perfectly Attuned Body in Professional Wrestling'!
Truth Waters: Don't you feel just a little gay saying that?
George Cassidy: ... We are in Vegas, after all!
Truth Waters: That was last week, Cassidy.
Kae finally turns and continues down the rampway, red and white pyro exploding, flanking him upon his decent to the floor. Kae makes his way towards the ring, paying little attention to the fans, instead focusing on the ring. He climbs the steps to the ring, and over the ropes in a smooth side-step fashion.
James Brunt: And his opponent, from London, England... weighing in at 268 pounds... Jonny Kae!
Once inside the ring, Kae flexes his arms for the audience a number of times, before his music fades. He turns to his corner, stretching off, before putting his full attentions to the match at hand.
Truth Waters: Oh, and Tyson DeBough is in the match too!
'Alive (N' Out of Control)' by Papa Roach hits the PA and Tyson DeBough comes out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. The fans cheer for him; with two heels already in the ring ready for battle, they don't have much choice.
James Brunt: And the final competitor, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 235 pounds... Tyson DeBough!
Truth Waters: Last week on Fresh!, DeBough would have been much better off with a hometown crowd.
George Cassidy: Well, now he's up against Jonny Kae, and that doesn't bode well for anyone!
Truth Waters: Aaron Davies is the man in the stripes for this one, and we're off!
The bell rings as Tyson DeBough slides in, who charges directly towards Jonny Kae. Kae steps towards him and has his boot in the air, which DeBough swiftly ducks and heads in BOT's direction. BOT sends him head over heels with a fierce clothesline, then moves towards Kae, who is turning around and readying himself for combat. BOT challenges the giant to a traditional grapple, and surprises the 6'7” wrestler by powering him into the corner.
Truth Waters: BOT showing off his strength there and challenging the powerhouse in this match!
BOT lays two Knife-Edge Chops into Kae's chest, then raises his boot to Kae's neck and begins to choke him out. BOT looks over his shoulder and sees DeBough getting to his feet. BOT lowers his boot and turns to a charging DeBough. BOT moves toward him and they meet in the middle of the ring; DeBough leapfrogs Bottitude, then crashes into Kae with a flying elbow, pressing him into the turnbuckle. DeBough follows his move by grabbing a hold of Kae's wrist, then sends him towards BOT. Tenacious B is ready and lowers his head, sending Kae over in a Back Body Drop!
Truth Waters: The bigger they are, the harder they fall! How about that, Cass?
George Cassidy: It took a joint effort for that!
After his big move, BOT is somewhat unprepared as DeBough runs him down and connects with a Spinning Heel Kick the sends him to the canvas. BOT is to his feet quickly, trying to counter the momentum but gets caught in the mid-section with a kick. He doubles over and DeBough slams his head into the canvas with a DDT!
DeBough is to his feet and so is Kae. They exchange right hands in mid-ring until DeBough dodges a punch. DeBough follows with an attempt at a Roundhouse Kick. Caught by Jonny Kae! DeBough counters with an Enziguri that catches Kae in the side of the head!
Truth Waters: Not quite, Jonny!
DeBough gets to his feet and gets clocked by a right hand from BOT, who has recovered from the DDT. BOT measures up DeBough and hits him with another right hand that sends him stumbling into the ropes. BOT pushes DeBough off the ropes while grabbing a hold of his wrist. BOT sends him into the opposite ring cables, then on the way back catches his opponent in a Sleeper. Bottitude grits his teeth as he pulls back aggressively on the Las Vegan's neck.
Truth Waters: BOT has a technical aspect to his game and he's showing it here...
George Cassidy: I like to think technical wrestling is for the weak...
Truth Waters: Is that because you are mentally unable to comprehend such a skilled style?
Kae is to his feet now, and comes hurtling towards his two opponents with a wild Clothesline. While keeping his grip on DeBough, Bottitude leans forward and avoids Kae's arm. BOT releases DeBough who begins to fall forward; BOT kicks his tail bone from behind which sends him through the ropes. As DeBough crashes to the outside, BOT senses Kae who is about to capture him from behind. Aaron Davies begins the count-out:
ONE!BOT executes a horse-like kick into Kae's knee, which results in the the giant transferring his weight to his other leg, which he hops on instinctively. BOT turns around to his off-balance opponent and catches him in the jaw with a right hand.
TWO! Kae falls awkwardly into the ropes and grabs onto the top cable to break his fall. BOT pursues him immediately and sends him across the ring.
Truth Waters: BOT is gaining momentum here...
Kae reaches the other side of the ring and grabs onto the ropes to prevent a rebound.
THREE! BOT charges him down anyway and tries to clothesline him over the ropes; Kae lowers his shoulder and sends BOT high into the air. BOT crashes hard to the outside, landing in the near vicinity of his opponent DeBough. Davies restarts the count:
ONE!
George Cassidy: Bravo! Jonny Kae is the next big thing in AWC, mark my words, Truth!
Truth Waters: Well, he certainly is
big...
The 6 foot 7 giant exits the ring to join his opponents on the outside, prompting the official to restart the count again.
ONE! Kae helps DeBough rise to his feet, then clutches him by the wrist and throws him forcefully into the barrier.
George Cassidy: The sheer power of Kae has an absolute dominant presence in this contest.
Truth Waters: Whoa there Cassidy... don't use too many big words, you might hurt yourself!
Kae moves towards the fallen DeBough and lifts him up, and positions him on the barrier. He measures him up and hits him with a right hand.
TWO! He hits him again, this time with more of a windup. BOT is to his feet now, though, and runs down his two opponents. He clubs Kae in the back of the head with his forearm, which sends Kae somersaulting over the barricade.
THREE! BOT has to counter his momentum to prevent him from going over the barrier as well, which leaves him vulnerable to DeBough, who delivers a stiff punch to the side of his head.
FOUR!BOT reels away with his back to DeBough, who runs him down immediately. DeBough rises up on BOT and clutches his head for a Bulldog.
FIVE!BOT, however, is somewhat prepared and catches DeBough in mid-move so he is positioned for a Back Suplex. Instead, BOT keeps DeBough's momentum moving forward and drives him right into the ring-post.
Truth Waters: Nice counter by BOT there, and DeBough is in a bad way!
SIX! BOT rolls into the ring and retreats to the corner were he slumps on the turnbuckle, catching his breath.
SEVEN! Kae is up now and takes a big step back into ringside from the crowd area. He slides into the ring immediately and trudges to his feet, facing up to BOT.
EIGHT! DeBough is stirring as BOT and Kae lock up in a grapple. The London native manages to lift his knee and connect with BOT's mid-section, which doubles him over.
NINE! Kae positions BOT between his legs, lifts him for the Powerbomb and... DeBough connects with a Missle Dropkick on Kae from the top-rope!
Truth Waters: BAH GAWD!... big move from Tyson DeBough there, and that could be a turning point for momentum in this contest.
George Cassidy: That BOT is lucky... Kae would have had him down for the count there!
Both BOT and Kae are down now, and DeBough is on his feet and has the crowd behind him. DeBough heads for the ropes and springs off the second cable. Springboard Moonsault on BOT. Knees!
Truth Waters: Momentum-killa!
George Cassidy: Good one, Truth.
BOT gets up and goes after Tyson DeBough, heaving him to his feet by clutching his wrist. BOT keeps a hold on DeBough and delivers two strong knees to his mid-section, then sends him into the opposite ropes. DeBough comes back at full speed and runs right into the MEGALOMANIA (Black Hole Slam)!!
Truth Waters: MEGALOMANIA! BOT's signature power move there, and boy did he slam DeBough into the canvas with force. This might be it!
BOT does a kip-up as the crowd brings the heat. A smug grin crosses Tenacious B's face as he steps into the middle of the ring and takes a bow.
Truth Waters: This man might be a cocky son-of-a-bitch, but he has style, I must say...
George Cassidy: He better be confident if he's going to take a bow...
BOT turns around and drops onto DeBough, then hooks his leg. Aaron Davies down for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Kae interrupts the count!
Kae quickly moves towards BOT and reaches to pick him up. Eye rake! Johnny Kae stumbles blindly, waving his arms and trying to find the ropes. BOT does a kip-up and pursues his blinded opponent. He grabs Kae by the waist – German Suplex!
Truth Waters: BOT is on a roll now!
Tyson DeBough is to his feet now and stalks BOT, who isn't facing him. DeBough uses one hand to turn BOT around and rears the other back for a punch. BOT is ready though... kick to gut that catches DeBough off guard... BOT Drop '01 (Emerald Fusion)!
Truth Waters: BOT Drop!
George Cassidy: That is a horrible name for a finisher.
Truth Waters: BOT could have it here!
BOT, being the smart man that he is, goes for the pin instead of his patent follow-up finisher considering it is a triple threat match. He hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Kae kicks BOT off of DeBough!
Truth Waters: Again!
George Cassidy: Kae isn't letting this one go, Truth. He's a ma-chine!
Truth Waters: Well, you're right about the first point.
Kae brings BOT to his feet and shoves him against the ropes, then sends him in the opposite direction. BOT comes fast off the opposite ropes and Kae readies himself for a big move. BOT leaps surprisingly in the air for a Flying Clothesline. Kae lowers his big frame and avoids his arm as BOT hits the canvas. Bottitude manages to do a 007-like roll to prevent a crash-landing and ends up in a crouch-like position. BOT gets to his feet and sprints towards Kae, who doesn't see that BOT has recovered so fast from the missed clothesline. BOT attempts another clothesline, but Kae lowers his head again and simultaneously brings his hand up to clench BOT's neck.
George Cassidy: Chokeslam time!!
Sure enough, Kae lifts BOT in the air by his neck and drops him over the ring cables to the outside!
Truth Waters: Ooh! Crash and burn for Tenacious B, who had the momentum in this match.
George Cassidy: Did you see that, Truth? Jonny Kae is a monster!
Tyson DeBough is to his feet now, and sizes up Kae for a right hand. Kae catches DeBough's fist in his own, and twists his wrist. You can see the pain on DeBough's face, and Kae uses the opportunity for a kick to the mid-section. Kae sets up DeBough and...
Truth Waters: KAE BOMB! BAH GAWD!
George Cassidy: (clapping) Thank-you, thank-you.
Jonny Kae goes for the pin.
Truth Waters: This has to be it...
ONE!
TWO!
Truth Waters: BOT is back in the ring! Holy crap!
THREE!
BOT dives at Kae a fraction of a second too late and pushes him off of DeBough. Davies calls for the bell.
George Cassidy: And Jonny Kae wins anyway...
Truth Waters: Impressive last-second effort from BOT, though... I thought he was down from that Chokeslam. BOT was fairly impressive the majority of this match, also ....
George Cassidy: 'Impressive' doesn't cut it when you're up against Jonny Kae, Truth.
Truth Waters: We'll see about that when he comes up against Johnny Lexicon, who, by the way, has a very impressive record.
“Seek and Destroy” by Metallica begins over the speakers as Kae raises his arms in the air.
James Brunt: Your winner... Jonny Kae!
Truth Waters: Well, that wraps up the opening match of the night .. and if that's a sign of things to come, well, we're due for a very entertaining night.
George Cassidy: A night without Chainz on the bill isn't the same...
Truth Waters: Well, you never know, Cassidy... it is Triangles, after all, as the huge structure that hangs above tells us that. With such a monumental event, expect the unexpected!
Wild Card II
A U T H O R S : KRIS and PIERRE HYDE
Once again the cameras find Johnny Lexicon backstage, this time walking leisurely beside Mike Wade. The Lexi-fans again stir the rabble from their seats as best they can.
Mike Wade: Wait wait, let me get this straight. I gave you a "wild card"?
Johnny Lexicon: You certainly did. I have it in writing here...
Mike Wade: In exchange for...?
Johnny Lexicon: The prawn.
Johnny smiles, tugging at his collar and producing a gold chain suspending a miniature golden prawn.
Mike Wade: That's just the key to a private dressing room. What would I want that for?
Johnny Lexicon: You said---
Mike scoffs but with a pat on Johnny's shoulder there is hope.
Mike Wade: Put your shrimp away. I'm gonna grant your wish. So let me ask you again - you want me to take Ellis Nash out of her guaranteed green triangle spot and put her in the red triangle?
Johnny Lexicon: That's right.
Truth Waters: What?
George Cassidy: That's ludicrous!
Mike Wade: And then you want me to put you into the green triangle with Josh Marquez and AgentDash?
Johnny Lexicon: Affirmative.
Mike Wade: Can you tell I'm apprehensive right now?
Johnny Lexicon: No, not really. Look kinda calm and collected actually.
Mike Wade: Oh. Well in that case let's do it!
The fans erupt.
Johnny Lexicon: One more thing.
Mike Wade: You didn't let me finish. Your title's on the line in the green triangle - first pinfall is for the belt.
Johnny Lexicon: Perfect.
Truth Waters: This is amazing!
George Cassidy: If I understood correctly then this means that Ellis Nash will now be in the same triangle with Garbage Bag Johnny and Seymour Almasy!
Truth Waters: And Lexicon will be putting his Livewire title on the line against Dash and Marquez.
Johnny smiles as Wade makes his exit.
Truth Waters: The man is fearless!
George Cassidy: There is a fine line between brave and stupid, Truth, and Johnny Lexicon's line will be sorely tested here tonight!
Truth Waters: I still can't believe Nash is going to be facing Garbage Bag Johnny and Almasy!
Pumped
A U T H O R S : NATE and FERGUS
Sarah Kennedy is eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Frontier champion. Salivating even. She's been working herself up for the entire day, knowing that this moment is going to be the one where she can finally shine. No more of these idiots, no more people overloading the screen and ignoring her because she has Darcy Crisis, a man of integrity to let her speak her mind.
She's also nervous as hell.
Darcy Crisis: Relax Sarah, what's there to worry about?
Sarah Kennedy: Nothing, nothing.
Darcy Crisis: Well, I know you wanted me here for an interview so what do you have to ask me?
Finally the moment she'd been waiting for. The chance to speak up and be counted. Clearing her throat she looks once more at the little cue card that she'd made so that she wouldn't forget it. Taking one final breath...and looks puzzled at Crisis who's face has scrunched up in determination, looking straight past her. Kennedy looks confused and turns to see a hulking Jack Murphy, Relentless belt over one shoulder. Ignoring the girl, 'The Bull' addresses Crisis directly.
Jack Murphy: You think you're ready to take on a Legend?
Darcy Crisis: A Legend, eh? Yeah, wow. I've been meaning to congratulate you on that. I see they're letting just about anybody onto the Roll of Legends these days... hey, when they get you all together for the photo op, will you say hi to Fredrock for me?
A little laugh from 'The Bull,' breaking a grin and tugging inconsequentially at his beard.
Jack Murphy: Hey pal, it's not my problem that you haven't won a Transatlantic title yet, you just can't cut it after all. But don't worry I won't be letting you have the chance to choke on the big stage again tonight since I'm taking your precious place in Triangles.
Darcy Crisis: Oh yeahhh... you WERE the TA champ, weren't you? My apologies... I must have slept through the whole damn thing. But while we're on the subject of Triangles, just what in the hell makes you so confident that you'll be taking my place, when just last week it was ME who beat YOUR ass?
Jack Murphy: Oh please child, did you see what actually happened in that match? If it wasn't for that grey clad man... you were gone. Face it, there isn't anything you can do that's going to stop me from rolling right through you and finishing off my collection of belts.
Darcy shakes his head, looking toward the ground.
Darcy Crisis: Well to quote a certain jackass,
it's not my problem that you made a few too many enemies in the wrong places. If I were you, I'd be praying for two things... One, that your little buddy doesn't show up again, and two... that your ass can even come close to cashing the check your mouth just wrote out. I didn't run my ass ragged through this gauntlet just to come up short when it really counted, and when this night is said and done... Darcy Crisis will be exiting this building with so much gold that King Midas would pop a 24-karat boner just by looking at me.
Jack Murphy: Careful with your words boy... make sure that you're going to be able to eat them.
Jack gets right up to Crisis, standing tall and proud over him, with a curled lip for the disdain that he's showing.
Darcy Crisis: Murphy, PLEASE... there's a lady standing right here!
The camera pans back to show Kennedy, looking more than a little physically intimidated as she's practically pressed together by these hulking bulwarks.
Darcy Crisis: There will be plenty of time for your macho bullshit in the ring. But as for right now, Ms. Kennedy is trying to earn her keep around here, and you're making it a little difficult. You're not trying to stand in the way of a woman succeeding in this business, are you?
Jack Murphy: And what's it to you if I am Darcy? Not going to bring your 'macho bullshit' out of the ring are we? As far as I'm concerned Kennedy is lucky that she's got this job... it's all she's fit for in this kind of business.
Darcy Crisis: Alright, alright... it's become suddenly clear to me that you're going to keep blowing steam out your ass until I step up to the plate. Ms. Kennedy, I'm sorry, but this interview is going to have to wait. I'd suggest you clear out of here.
While clearly perturbed at Murphy's allegations, Sarah Kennedy wisely decides to step out of the way of the mounting tension.
Darcy Crisis: Now then. Since you're so hellbent on making sure things get ugly before showtime, AND since I never got you a gift for making it all the way to the hallowed Roll of Legends... I'm going to give it to you now, in the form of the first shot. Really, go ahead... step right up. But you better make it count, and you better hope to GOD that I don't get back up.
Crisis stands straight with a look of pure steel on his face. There's no give in the man and he looks ready for whatever it is. Instead of hitting him like Crisis wants, Murphy laughs right in his face.
Jack Murphy: Ah anger, I see the hate growing inside of you. Good, it'll make for a more interesting match.
'The Bull' turns and begins to walk away but halts just before going off camera. He calls back to Darcy.
Jack Murphy: Oh and just so you know... I would take the first shot, except I've to go find Aimz for your balls in order to do that. And frankly, being under the thumb of a woman is worse than anything you can hit me with.
Murphy walks away, leaving Crisis and Kennedy to themselves again.
Darcy Crisis: Sarah, you had a question for me didn't you?
Kennedy, her eyes welling with some tears just stares off into the distance. To her, even Crisis couldn't stop those idiots from ruining her job... again.
Sarah Kennedy: Forget it.
Kennedy walks solemnly away and leaves Darcy on his own. He chuckles quietly to himself.
Darcy Crisis: At least I'm getting laid on a regular basis, brother.
Love And Pain I
A U T H O R : PIERRE HYDE
The door slams.
“You came.”
Gabriel Afeaki turns in the passenger seat.
Gabriel Afeaki: I had to.
Sasha Volkyeva places a hand on his knee, looking determinedly ahead through the windscreen. Afeaki turns to look at her, trying to catch her eye, but Mother Russia will not respond.
She swallows.
Sasha Volkyeva: What I said…
Gabriel Afeaki: I have---
Sasha Volkyeva: I did not mean it.
Her voice is calm and measured, yet she still will not meet Afeaki’s eyes.
Sasha Volkyeva: It was a mistake; a momentary trick of the mind. I was not in love with you. I am not in love with you.
It’s a lot to digest, especially considering what Gabriel Afeaki was about to say. He subtly lets the flowers drop down the side of the seat.
Gabriel Afeaki says nothing.
Sasha Volkyeva says nothing.
The radio shoots to life with traffic information. They both leap out of their seats in shock. Sasha stabs frantically to turn it back off.
Gabriel Afeaki: (loudly) It doesn’t even matter.
Sasha Volkyeva: Gabby…
And now she turns to look at him, and tears are forming across her pupils, and there is pain in her expression.
Gabriel Afeaki: Don’t call me that.
Sasha Volkyeva: Gabriel, then.
She moves her hand to his arm, but he throws it off with violence.
Gabriel Afeaki: No! You don’t understand. Don’t call me Gabby; don’t call me Gabriel; don’t call me Umaga; don’t call me anything! I’m nothing; it’s over. I’m as anonymous as my number. One word from Harber and I go back to that hellhole.
Sasha Volkyeva: (determinedly) Gabriel… I
will say your name because
that is how I know you!
He stares out through the window but lets her go on.
Sasha Volkyeva: I don’t want you
ever to go back to Fiji…
Gabriel Afeaki: (sullenly) It’s not your choice.
Sasha Volkyeva: But it could be… David could--- I will---
Gabriel Afeaki: (evenly) You’re in love with him.
He doesn’t even have to ask.
Not Your Place
A U T H O R S : ADAM and NATE
Scott Taylor moved calmly through the backstage area of the Staples Center in glorious Los Angeles, California. He still had some time to kill before the main event of the night and he knew exactly what to do. Decked out in his wrestling gear, a new attire as it would be, consisting of shorts style tights which were colored dark red with black jagged trimmings, black knee pads, and black boots. The rest of his attire consisted of a black tee shirt with the phrase “FREAK PARADE” in bold white letters and his hair pulled back in a braided ponytail.
George Cassidy: What is this FREAK doing? Shouldn’t he be off getting arrested again?
Truth Waters: Why don’t you watch and find out, Cass?
Tapping his palms against his thighs to some beat in his head he turned a corner and found Frontier champion Darcy Crisis standing next to a water cooler drinking from a bottle of crisp, cool, and clean water. As Taylor approached Darcy gave a nod as he pulled the open bottle away from his lips. Scott stopped in front of him and offered his hand in greeting. Darcy gave him a firm handshake in return.
Scott Taylor: Hey, man. I’m glad I could catch you. I wanted to talk to you before your match with Murphy.
Darcy Crisis: Word?
Scott Taylor: First off, good luck in the Relentless Frontier Gauntlet match tonight. You’ve kicked ass so far and all, but still, best of luck with that. Second, I owe you one. You helped me get my spot in Triangles tonight.
Darcy drank from his bottled water the whole time Taylor was speaking and only nodded briefly every now and then. When Scott had said his peace Darcy merely slapped him on the shoulder nonchalantly and grinned.
Darcy Crisis: No problem, chief. But before you stick your nose any deeper up my ass, why don't we skip to what brought you over here in the first place?
Scott looked to the side briefly hoping that Darcy wouldn’t see the smile on his face. The Frontier champion was right, there was an ulterior motive for Scott coming to him tonight. Looking back to him Scott nodded.
Scott Taylor: You’re right, there was something else. It took both of us working together to get this far, so why should we have to stop now? You and I are in the same Triangle tonight along with Pierce Lavelle. That bastard gave me my first and only loss since arriving here and you know he’d love to get one of the prizes from the Triangle tonight to upstage you as the Frontier champion. What’s say we work together and watch each other’s backs to make sure that doesn’t happen?
George Cassidy: He’s trying to form an alliance with Darcy Crisis, Truth!
Truth Waters: So it would seem! Scott Taylor doesn’t want to go into the main event unprepared and who would make a better partner in a match than Darcy Crisis?
Darcy looks down, gripping his chin as if deeply pondering Scott's proposal. Clearly, this was a monumental decision that would take a great deal of consideration, so naturally Darcy's mind was made up after about three seconds.
Darcy Crisis: Alright buddy, here's the thing: Of course Lavelle wants a prize. I want a prize. Who in the history of humankind hasn't wanted a prize? We've all had Happy Meals, Scott! Everyone knows the prize is the best part!
Scott Taylor: Is there a point to this?
Darcy Crisis: I think so... you got me all discombobulated. Give me a minute...
Darcy closes his eyes, massaging his temples to remember what the hell he was talking about. Suddenly, his eyes flash open.
Darcy Crisis: That's right! Lavelle. Listen man, we're all gunning for the same thing. It's every man for himself in there, and that's just the way I like it. But I
will give you this - I've been waiting for weeks to get my hands on Pierce Lavelle. Simply put, I'm dying to know if I can tango with this so-called "Legend." So if you'd like to stand back and watch the two of us tear each other apart, be my guest. But I'm warning you... I'm gonna be on Lavelle like a dog on Beggin' Strips. If you get too close... you just might get bitten.
Scott looks Darcy right in the eye and after a long and hesitant pause he nods his head and firmly grasps Darcy’s shoulder with his hand. The two men stare down each other for a long moment before Scott turns and walks away from Darcy. Darcy watches him leave and then turns to make his own exit.
Truth Waters: Well, AWC fans, that was certainly interesting. Scott Taylor trying to make an ally going into the match since the former OSW champion has been a bit of a black sheep in the locker room since arriving last month.
George Cassidy: Indeed Truth, but it doesn't look like Crisis was too keen on the idea. He wants to make the suicidal move of taking Pierce Lavelle all to himself!
Teresa Tomas
v s
Aimz
C H A M P I O N S H I P : NONE
S T I P U L A T I O N : SINGLES
R E F E R E E : LARS LARSSON
A U T H O R : ADAM
As the feed returns the camera is on Truth Waters and George Cassidy sitting at ringside. George looks as bored as ever as Truth stares into the camera speaking to the wrestling fans watching at home.
Truth Waters: That was a good showing from all three men in our opening match, but now it’s time for the next match of the evening. Two of AWC’s finest ladies will be going up against one another as The Red Raver meets The Redneck Princess in Singles action. This match has a lot of heat going into it as Aimz has been fed up with Tomas’s cover story antics and the similarities between the Aimz/Crisis and Tomas/Taylor fiascos.
George Cassidy: Exactly. Aimz has been around the wrestling ring for a while and she doesn’t like some other woman trying to encroach on her territory. This match is going to be personal.
Truth Waters: This match should be a good one, Cass.
The camera then pulls away to James Brunt standing in the ring, microphone raised. The lights grow dim as a red glow emits from the entrance. Within the glow is a silhouette of a longhaired female. Without warning a cannon is heard blasting through the speakers. White pyros explode from either side of the entrance ramp creating a thick blanket of white smoke. “Big Guns” by AC/DC floods the building. Teresa Tomas steps through the smoke. A cigarette hangs from the corner of her mouth. She is decked out in faded Levi’s and a black ¼-sleeve t-shirt with the words written in metallic chrome “What’s YOUR Excuse?” Teresa stops midway down the ramp to release a final puff of cigarette smoke before removing the cancer stick from her lips. She glances to her right, then to her left giving the fans an empty stare before dropping the burning butt to at her feet, then stomps it with her boot before making her journey to the ring.
James Brunt: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a singles match! Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee. Standing 5 feet 7 inches tall… ”The Redneck Princess” Teresa Tomas!
As Teresa walks up the steps and steps between the ropes her music fades away only to be replaced by “Interlude 12/21” by the greatest band ever who can do no wrong, AFI. As Aimz steps from behind the curtain she is met with a resounding chorus of boos from the fans in the Staples Center.
James Brunt: And her opponent! From Halifax, Canada… Amy Campbell!
Aimz sprints down the ramp and slides in under the bottom rope. As she pushes herself to her feet the bell rings and James Brunt steps from the ring as referee Lars Larrson steps in. Immediately Aimz rushes Teresa for a lock-up and the two struggle for power as they push against the other. Aimz rakes Teresa’s eyes and delivers a quick knee to the gut. As Lars admonishes Aimz for the eye rake Teresa falls back into the corner, rubbing at her eyes.
Truth Waters: And Aimz starts off this match with a cheapshot to get the upper hand!
Teresa comes out strong from the corner, tackling Aimz to the mat. Straddling The Redheaded One, Teresa lets loose with a flurry of punches. Hearing the five count begin from the referee Teresa pulls away and drags Aimz up with her. Delivering her own knee to the stomach Teresa picks Aimz up into a fireman’s carry and falls backward, dropping The Red Raver onto the mat. Still lying atop her, Teresa pulls her leg back and goes for an early pin.
Truth Waters: We could see a pin here, Cassidy!
George Cassidy: I highly doubt that! Only the same kind of chumps that lay down from The Atomic Legdrop and The Worm would lie down from a simple falling slam.
As the referee drops down to count only a one count is delivered before Aimz powers her way out. Being the first to her feet she grabs Teresa’s hair and delivers upon her a stiff forearm shot to the back of the head. As Teresa falls forward Aimz Irish Whips her across the ropes and jumps up, firmly planting both of her feet into Teresa’s sternum with a nice looking dropkick on the rebound. As Teresa falls down onto the mat Aimz is immediately on top of her with a spinning leg drop before pulling her up again.
The wobbly Teresa Tomas is defenseless as Aimz whips her across the ring and into the corner. The fans in the front row wince at the impact as Teresa’s back slams into the corner. Wasting no time to showboat for the audience, Aimz rushes into the corner and leaps up, delivering a full-on Stinger-Style Splash to her opponent. Teresa takes three steps from the corner before falling flat on her face.
Truth Waters: And we are seeing little offense from Teresa Tomas in this match. This match has been all Amy Campbell so far, Cassidy.
George Cassidy: I guess Teresa got on the bottle before this match happened. Why else would she be so pathetic in this showing?
Truth Waters: That was a little low, Cass. Personally, I was hoping to see a good match here as Tomas has been on a losing streak lately and a win over Aimz would be a good place to start getting back on track. The former PCW Television Champion and HSW Women’s Champion doesn’t appear to be on her game tonight.
Stalking her prey, Aimz circles Teresa Tomas taunting her. Slowly Tomas pushes herself up only to be met with a closed right fist from Aimz that sends her staggering back. As Teresa leans back against the ropes, Aimz grabs her by the wrist and takes her down with armbar. Placing one booted foot before her, Aimz wrenches back on the arm, pulling hard and using the leverage of having her leg on the opposite side of the arm to her advantage.
Teresa cries out in pain as her arm is wrenched on As Lars checks in with Teresa to see if she wants to submit, Tomas shakes her head no and tries to push herself up to loosen the pressure on her arm. Using her height advantage Teresa pushes with her legs to a half-standing position that causes Aimz to rise with her and lessen her grip. Instead of fighting it, Aimz lets go and bashes Tomas in the upper back with a forearm shot. Aimz then rushes forward and grabs a handful of Teresa’s hair, leaping up into the air only to come down with a huge Bulldog. Aimz flips Teresa over onto her back and pins her.
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Teresa kicks out and thrusts her fist at Aimz’s face. Aimz stumbles back from the surprise blow and is met with a kick to the stomach and then put into a snapmare. Teresa grabs a handful of Aimz’s skirt and goes for a Vertical Suplex only to be blocked as Aimz places her foot behind Teresa’s ankle to stop the lift. The Redneck Princess tries again for the suplex but Aimz blocks it and stomps on Teresa’s foot to break the hold. As Teresa jumps back holding her foot and hopping on one leg, Aimz ignores Lars Larrson and moves towards her opponent.
George Cassidy: Now that is what you call ingenuity. When someone is about to hit you with a suplex, you get out of that bad boy anyway you can.
Truth Waters: Though a few of Aimz’s moves tonight have been questionable she has been in firm control of this match.
George Cassidy: Well, I wonder why. Hmm. She was in NTICW, OSW, and fWo before coming here and was in the top of the card in all three. What does Tomas have? The “Extreme” NTICW and the jobber title from PCW?
Truth Waters: How do you even find this stuff out, Cassidy?
George Cassidy: Research. And the guy writing this match was in most of those federations with these women at one point.
Truth Waters: Okay, doesn’t AWC have a “No Breaking The Fourth Wall” Policy? I think we could use it!
George Cassidy: Now you’ve done it, Truth! You distracted the fans from that awesome Flying Headscissors that Amy Campbell just hit Teresa Tomas with!
Indeed. Back in the ring Aimz has just flattened Teresa Tomas with a Headscissors Takedown and is now busy humiliating her stomping her repeatedly as she lies prone on the mat. As the boots continue to come down into Teresa’s back and exposed sides Lars Larrson steps in.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Truth Waters: Amy better pull off before he reaches five or she’ll be disqualified!
FOUR!
At the four count Amy takes one step back and holds up her hands – only to immediately step forward again and start with the boot stomps again! The fans boo as Amy continues to assault Teresa and Lars starts his count again.
Truth Waters: That was just cold and low! That’s dirty wrestling and you know it!
George Cassidy: It’s good wrestling! She only had to stop the beating before the five count! Nothing says she can’t start it again! I’d also like to thank Larry Zbysko’s less-than-stellar color commentating on Monday Nitro circa 1998 for giving me that zinger to use!
THREE!
FOUR!
“That’s enough, Amy!” The camera picks up Lars’ voice as he yells at Amy and physically grabs her arm to pull her back. With the damage already done Aimz voluntarily steps back and moves to lean against the ropes, getting a breather as Teresa lies struggling on the mat. Completely ignoring boos Aimz watches Tomas struggle before deciding to offer a “helping” hand.
Growing tired of this match dragging on, Aimz pulls Tomas up to her feet with intentions to end the match already. Taking a page from the same dirty book, Tomas gives Aimz a poke to the eyes and then drops down, bringing up her forearm and driving it into Aimz’s crotch. Guffawing Aimz staggers back into a corner and remains there stunned.
Truth Waters: It may not be as effective as on men because of the different plumbing, but a shot to that part of the body isn’t good for anybody!
George Cassidy: I’m so conflicted! On one hand I just watched a lowblow but then it was a woman touching another woman’s nether regions! I DON’T KNOW HOW TO FEEL!
On her second wind of the match, Teresa jerks Aimz out of the corner and hooks her arm over Aimz’s neck and falls back, pulling The Canadian Rocker down onto her head with a snap DDT. Forgoing the pin, Teresa moves to the corner and climbs to the top, kneeling on the top rope and waiting for Aimz to get to her feet. As Amy stands up, though wobbly from the sudden DDT, Teresa stands up on the turnbuckle getting ready for The Flying Squirrel.
Truth Waters: And talk about a come back! Teresa took quite the beating from Amy Campbell during this whole match and now she seems to be turning this one around!
Aimz turns towards the corner where Teresa is just as THE American Woman comes off the top rope with her set-up move. Still having her ring bearings and proving she is the better wrestler, Amy jumps up and drives both of her feet into Teresa’s stomach; cutting off The Flying Squirrel with a Dropkick. The fans boo as Tomas goes down in a heap on the mat, completely out of commission.
Grabbing a handful of hair, Aimz pulls Teresa towards the ropes and drapes her over the second rope. Sprinting back across the ring and bouncing off the ropes Aimz grabs the top rope over Teresa’s head, spins herself around, and nails a picture perfect Hemlock!
George Cassidy: HEMLOCK! WE KNOW WHAT’S COMING NOW!
Teresa flies back and lands on her back, smack dab in the center of the ring. Still acting on her adrenaline high Amy moves to the corner and quickly ascends the ropes. Perching herself atop the signals for the end of the match.
Truth Waters: Here it comes! DEAD AIM!
The Red Raver vaults herself from the top rope, twisting in the air, and landing the 450 Splash like a true professional. Remaining on top of Teresa for the pin, Aimz hooks both legs back and applies her full weight.
Truth Waters: A picture perfect Dead Aim and now the pin fall. Lars Larrson sliding into place.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
George Cassidy: SHE DID IT! AMY CAMPBELL COMES OUT ON TOP AND ESTABLISHES HERSELF AS THE SUPERIOR WOMAN!
Amy stands to her feet with assistance from the referee who holds her arm up in victory. The fans continue to boo as AFI hits the speakers and blasts through the arena. Pulling her hand away, Aimz moves over to Teresa and kicks her in the stomach for good measure.
James Brunt: HERE IS YOUR WINNER! AIMZ!
Aimz steps between the ropes and drops down to the mat below. She makes her way up the ramp completely blocking out the booing crowd as Teresa lays unmoving in the ring. As Amy disappears under the big screen the camera cuts away.
Love And Pain II
A U T H O R : PIERRE HYDE
David Harber: AFEAKI!
He’s sprinting down the corridors, choosing paths at random, his face red both with exertion and with blood. “Heartless” David Harber is hell-bent on finding the man who just took him out in the middle of the ring… the same man who has been absent all these weeks… the same man who is supposed to be on his side as part of The Empire.
HIS Empire.
David Harber: AFEA---
And he runs slap-bang into someone walking the opposite way. She falls back. He tumbles straight on top of her. She lets out a small cry as his knee crushes her thigh. He rolls awkwardly off her body and apologies.
David Harber: I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I have to---
Voice: You have got blood on my skirt!
It’s…
David Harber: Sasha?
Sasha Volkyeva: (rolling her eyes) David…
Harber hastily helps his former nemesis to her feet.
David Harber: What are you doing here? How did you get in? I told you: there’s no job here for you anymore, Sasha, it’s
over!
Sasha Volkyeva: David…
David Harber: I don’t have time for any of this; Gabs has gone crazy, and he’s here; he’s here SOMEWHERE, and I’ve got to find him right now, and---
Sasha Volkyeva: David…
David.
Is her only word. She has no more.
As those fierce brown eyes blaze.
As those pursed lips passionately rage.
Sasha Volkyeva: David…
She puts out a hand; cups his cheek. That hard-lined cheekbone.
As her watery blue eyes sparkle.
As her shapely lips form his name.
Sasha Volkyeva: David…
David Harber: Jesus, Sasha.
He pushes her arm away, but gently. He’s uncomfortable, but nicely. Above all, his brow knots over and over as he struggles to comprehend just what is going on.
David Harber: Sasha, I don’t under--- I don’t want---
Sasha Volkyeva: (gently) I know. You don’t. You just don’t.
David Harber: I---
want to want you
Sasha Volkyeva: That is enough. For me. Enough.
David Harber: I---
feel so helpless
Sasha Volkyeva: (in a breathy voice) But please… one thing, David…
David Harber: I---
will do anything, if just to avoid
it/you/myself
Sasha Volkyeva: (raspier than ever) Don’t send Gabby back to prison…
David Harber: I---
GABBY?!
David Harber: Won’t.
The Ice Queen’s eyelids close, at peace. She breathes an immense sigh of relief.
Sasha Volkyeva: David…
David Harber: I---
thank you
He Should Have Kept His Mouth Shut
A U T H O R : PIERRE HYDE
“Wade!”
The voice is Scott Taylor’s, as he hurries after the Commissioner through a back corridor.
Scott Taylor: Wade!
Mike Wade, in a hurry to get somewhere, turns around bad-temperedly as Scott Taylor skids to a halt.
Mike Wade: What?
Scott Taylor: I’ve got a message from Marquez, he says he can’t make it tonight.
Mike Wade: Oh, haha. Good one, Taylor, now g---
Scott Taylor: I’m serious.
Mr. OSW whips out his cellphone and shows the screen to Wade. After a brief scan, Wade turns up his nose.
Mike Wade: Well, well, well. The lengths you’ll go to to support a lie. But I wonder why you’re doing this – he’s not even in your triangle?
Scott Taylor: I’m telling you, Wade, this isn’t a j---
Mike Wade: Shut up!
His Swerviness is too experienced in the art of the swerve to let anything go – even anything as honest and well-intentioned as Scott Taylor letting him know about Marquez’ absence.
Mike Wade: That’ll leave us with only two wrestlers in the green triangle, won’t it?
Scott Taylor: Yeah, but we can get a replacement, I thought maybe Teresa c---
Mike Wade: Oho! There’s your motive right there! No deal, good sir. I’ll tell you what I’ll do… I’ll move
you into the green triangle as his ‘replacement’.
Scott Taylor: But---
Mike Wade: That way, if you’re lying, you’ve got Marquez’ wrath to face, and an extra man to eliminate – because remember Drake’s stip?
You’ve got to pin
everyone in your triangle to get through. And if you’re not lying… well that’ll teach you to lie better since you’ll be facing entirely different wrestlers to who you prepared for. Now if you’ll kindly leave me alone,
I’m busy!
Taylor stands, open-mouthed, as Wade storms away.
Darcy Crisis (c)
v s
Jack Murphy (c)
C H A M P I O N S H I P : RELENTLESS, FRONTIER
S T I P U L A T I O N : NO DQ, NO COUNT-OUT, RELENTLESS FRONTIER GAUNTLET FINAL
R E F E R E E : RICHIE TRAVIS
A U T H O R S : JAMIE FLETCHER, LIA and PIERRE HYDE
The clinical riff of 'Burn' by Throwdown fills the arena and begins an extended loop as the house lights dim to a dull, crimson red. As the flick of the lighter is heard around the arena and the riff explodes, so too does the entrance into a burning inferno. Through the flames emerges 'The Bull' Jack Murphy.
James Brunt: The following is the final of the Relentless Frontier Gauntlet and will carry no disqualifications and no count-outs! Introducing first, from Kildare, Ireland, weighing in at 278 pounds… the AWC Relentless champion… AWC Legend… JACK MURPHY!
Truth Waters: An intense look of focus on the face of Jack Murphy – we have to remember that this man - this Legend - was once Transatlantic champion. He’s a wrestler of the highest capability, and just calling The Bull “Relentless champion” doesn’t do justice to his immense ability.
George Cassidy: For once I have to agree with you, Truth: the Bull is pretty damn good, and tonight he’s gonna finally end Darcy Crisis and his ridiculous reign to give us a Frontier champion we can respect.
Truth Waters: And now I
do have to object. Darcy Crisis is one of the brightest-shining stars of AWC and you can’t just discredit the amazing ability and boundless potential this man has shown! This promises to be an explosive and passionate contest.
Murphy unbuckles the belt from his waist and passes it off to James Brunt as “Superunknown” by Soundgarden overtakes the arena. With the opening crash of the cymbals, a flash of gold fireworks is followed instantaneously by the thundering report.
BOOM!
Out from beneath the sparkling shower steps the East Bay Executioner himself, MISTER Darcy Crisis. Darcy's fist is raised high as he makes his way down the ramp to the tune of Chris Cornell's opening croons:
If this isn’t what you see, It doesn’t make you blind…
If this doesn’t make you feel, It doesn’t mean you’ve died…
James Brunt: Making his way to the ring, from East Bay, California... weighing in at 227 pounds… DARCY CRISIS!
Darcy slides into the ring under the ropes, taking in the fan reaction for a few moments before climbing the turnbuckle, thumping his chest twice and throwing both arms into the air.
George Cassidy: Richie Travis steps into the ring and we’re about to find out not only who walks out a double champion tonight, but also who gets a place in Triangles! … even though Darcy Crisis already has one…
Truth Waters: We’ve been through this, Cassidy…
Jack Murphy and Darcy Crisis watch one another across the ring with immense intensity neither flinching a muscle. The eventual end to the Relentless Frontier Gauntlet, and subsequent temporary unification of the two championships in this match, is a historic occasion in a AWC history.
The referee calls for the bell.
“The Bull” lives up to his name flying at Darcy Crisis at the sound of the bell. The referee is shocked by how quickly the two are to tussle and bustle. Jack Murphy pushes down on Darcy Crisis taking an immediate advantage over the Frontier champion. Determined to still be wearing gold Jack Murphy smothers Darcy Crisis shoving him into the corner of the ring. Fighting back Darcy pushes off Jack Murphy but he hasn't enough power to cause Jack Murphy any prolonged difficulties. Drawing his knee back, Jack Murphy swings his knee up into the stomach of Darcy Crisis who is like a sitting duck in the corner of the ring. A second knee is quick to follow, Jack Murphy taking advantage of the predicament he has Darcy Crisis in. Darcy Crisis tries snatching Jack Murphy's leg but “The Bull” retracts his leg without little hassle. The knee drives back up and into the stomach of Darcy Crisis', each knee causing Darcy Crisis to crumble a little more.
George Cassidy: Ha! Just like I said, Truth: Crisis is getting dominated!
Truth Waters: The East Bay Executioner has recovered from worse situations than this.
George Cassidy: The Easy Bay whattawhatta? Who the hell made that one up?
Truth Waters: Jamie Fletcher.
Pierre Hyde: Uh, no, Nathan did… it’s in his bio…
Giving himself some room, Jack Murphy gets ready to follow up with his knee assault. He chucks Darcy Crisis across the ring; Crisis can't top himself smashing into the opposite corner post.
George Cassidy: Brute strength boasted by Murphy! Darcy is his silly little bitch! And with a name like Darcy, I'm hardly surprised!
Uncontrollably, Darcy Crisis rebounds off of the corner post into a charging knee, but Crisis grabs at Jack Murphy's knee before it can connect with his stomach.
Truth Waters: What now, bitch?
George Cassidy: ... Shut up.
A dragon screw take down from Darcy Crisis floors the Relentless champion. However, Darcy Crisis can't stand up quick enough to take control of Jack Murphy; he is met by a clobbering right boot that knocks Darcy Crisis' hand off of his arm. From there, Murphy can take Darcy Crisis to the mat rugby tackling his feet. The grounded Crisis reaches for the ropes -- before he can grasp them, Jack Murphy drags him back into the middle of the ring. Trying his hardest, Murphy attempts to flip Darcy Crisis over onto his stomach but Crisis is given enough space to fight back. Sloppy tactics from Jack Murphy cost him his dominance.
Truth Waters: Sloppy tactics from Jack Murphy cost him his dominance!
George Cassidy: It's an act, jackass! Sloppy tactics are all a part of Murphy's master plan! He's just, you know, bluffing and stuff.
Truth Waters: Was your wife bluffing when she married you?
George Cassidy: Which one?
A cheesed off Jack Murphy crushes the outstretched hand of Darcy Crisis that had found the rope preempting Jack Murphy's sharpshooter. The crowd goes wild as Murphy drops to his knees to apply a sleeper hold but before he can, Darcy Crisis one up's him: spinning on the spot, Crisis gets his legs in good stride to wrap them around the bottom cable. Noticing, Jack Murphy aborts the submission and instead rises back to his feet swinging his fist through Crisis' skull, treating him like a punching bag.
But Darcy Crisis is no one's punching bag.
Darcy brings his head down just in time to avoid Jack Murphy's fist. Jack Murphy controls his fist stopping it from cracking it into the canvas. Out of nowhere, Darcy Crisis' elbow pushes up but following Darcy Crisis' lead Jack Murphy leans back. Then, throwing himself down, Murphy tries to trap Crisis, questionable and certainly rash. The reason this is to be noted is that Darcy Crisis escapes Jack Murphy's grasp leaving Murphy hugging thin air. With express speed Darcy Crisis gets up on his feet and runs off to the ropes. He comes back but Jack Murphy moves to side avoiding the initial football kick but Darcy Crisis stops himself halfway through the strike. Jack Murphy might have thought he had got away with it but Crisis had it scouted.
SMASH!
Jack Murphy is caught off guard by the strike.
CRACK!!!!
A second kick was expected but the extra omph put into the swift swipe from Crisis causes Murphy to fall onto all fours.
Truth Waters: What a strike from D to the C, D Masta C, The Darcinator, The East Bay Executioner!
George Cassidy: The Why Does A White Man Have All These Ghetto Supastah Nicknames!
Like the street thug he is, Darcy Crisis stomps the stepchild out of Jack Murphy, laying into Jack Murphy with one objective: tire him down.
Truth Waters: Amazing tactics by D to the C, D Masta C, The --
George Cassidy: Shut the fuck up.
Murphy, avoiding D Masta C's strategy, scatters out of the ring and consequently avoiding further punishment. Not allowing Jack Murphy to recover, Darcy Crisis is out of the ring grabbing hold of Jack Murphy. Even before the referee can count to two, Crisis throws Murphy back into the ring. His eagerness is the downfall, however: in the few seconds Murphy is in the ring longer than Crisis, it gives him enough time to combat what could have been a one sided affair on the ringside canvas. Now, the two champions fight back and forth, slugging it out. These two title holders will soon merge into one.
George Cassidy: Yes, ladies and gentlemen: only on PPV, Darcy Crisis and Jack Murphy will merge into one human being right after this match.
… but only one of these men will emerge with gold around his waist.
George Cassidy: But will that matter if they merge into one person? Stay tuned to find out!
It seems that Darcy Crisis is about to take the high ground, but Jack Murphy snaps back with a short armed jab which catches Crisis off guard. Jack Murphy does his best not to get carried away. Darcy Crisis is given no room to get back into the match by Jack Murphy. Two diminishing right hooks almost knock Darcy Crisis to the mat, but Darcy Crisis is saved by the ring ropes. Bouncing back off of the ropes, Crisis runs on intuition as he extends his arm, trying to take Jack Murphy down with a strong, stern and defiant clothesline.
George Cassidy: It doesn't work.
That's right, George: wrestler's intuition isn't sufficient this time. In what could have been predicted as inevitable, Jack Murphy simply lowers his body, ducking under Darcy Crisis and evading any contact. Spinning around, Murphy launches his body like a barrage; he takes Darcy Crisis down to the mat. Crisis is floored as Jack Murphy places his arm around Crisis' neck and tries to choke the life out of him, but the referee is prompt enough to force Jack Murphy off of Darcy Crisis, who is noticeably relived at the referee's intervention.
Truth Waters: Murphy is ruthless! He really wants that spot in Triangles!
George Cassidy: And more importantly, he really wants this win! With a win tonight, Murphy can once again cement himself in AWC's elite!
Clawing down, Jack Murphy lifts Darcy Crisis up off of the mat and drives his knee Crisis' chest. Then, clutching Crisis' head, Murphy snaps Crisis over with a quick suplex: a tactic by Murphy to subdue Darcy Crisis as he jacks him up for a second go. This gives Jack Murphy the ability to dangle Darcy Crisis in the air for a few seconds before dropping him down neck first.
George Cassidy: Look at those so totally unsloppy tactics! I TOLD YOU!
And then, Murphy covers Darcy Crisis.
ONE!
TWO!
Crisis with the kickout!
George Cassidy: Oh. Bummer.
Getting off of Darcy Crisis, Murphy instantly peels the Frontier champion off of the canvas and reintroduces him to his arm pit. Taking hold of Darcy's tights, Jack Murphy hoicks Darcy Crisis up into the air but Crisis manages to hijack the momentum and throw his legs forward, causing him to land on his feet!
Truth Waters: Crisis with the turnaround!
Dipping his right shoulder and turning, Darcy Crisis completely reverses the front face lock -- but Murphy's feet won't leave the ground as Crisis struggles dramatically to vertical-ize Murphy. Like a pair of rugby players, they take it in turns to pull and push, but neither man is able to take a clear lead in the scrum like struggle. Finally, Darcy Crisis breaks his front face lock which Jack Murphy views as a sign of victory, but Darcy Crisis had successfully lured him into a false sense of security.
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX INTO A BRIDGE PIN!
ONE!
Truth Waters: CRISIS COULD HAVE IT!
TWO!
Truth Waters: CRISIS! CRISIS!
THR--
George Cassidy: Think again.
KICKOUT!
Murphy displays great strength possible, justifying the long hard hours he spends in the gym. Once at a comfortable height, Jack Murphy can properly spin Darcy Crisis over and place his head between his legs. The AWC faithful gasp, gork and flutter on their feet as Jack Murphy's bear-like hands engulf helpless Darcy Crisis' body.
Truth Waters: OH. MY.
George Cassidy: GOD!
Trying to get Darcy Crisis into position isn't as hard as Jack Murphy envisioned it to be, but Jack Murphy should have been weary because before he can drop Darcy Crisis' head into the canvas with one of the most brutal wrestling moves ever, Darcy Crisis is quick to fight back. Landing with a strong stance, Darcy Crisis in the fashion of a dump truck raises his back cause Jack Murphy to slide off...
Truth Waters: BACK BODY DROP! CRISIS WITH AN AMAZING REVERSE!
Had he been smaller, high-flying and trained in the art of lucha libre, perhaps Jack Murphy would have had an answer for Darcy Crisis. He doesn't. Selling it, Murphy is off the mat but Crisis is sharp and grounds Murphy with a stiff arm lariat which allows him to follow up with a cheeky pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
In control, Crisis exits the ring and goes under the apron, searching for a foreign object attempting to take the match from the Relentless champion. Darcy Crisis finds a BLACK CHAIR!!! There is no chair quite like a BLACK CHAIR!!!
George Cassidy: Except a lavender chair.
Storming back into the ring, Darcy Crisis lines up Jack Murphy who is resurfacing. Like a sitting duck, Murphy can do nothing to combat the crack of the chair connecting with his exposed skull, not once... but twice...
Truth Waters: OH MY GOD!
George Cassidy: Murphy won't fall!
Murphy won't fall. In very Rob Van Dam style, Crisis throws the chair at Murphy but Murphy having grown up on ECW instantly chucks the chair back at Darcy Crisis like a hot potato. You know, that game you played with a tennis ball when you where all little kiddies. Anyway, the chair bombards Darcy Crisis like the Luftwaffe on London. But just like London in the Blitz, Darcy Crisis is resilient, sucking up Murphy's boxingesque punches like a sponge. The forth punch causes Darcy Crisis to lunge forward in an attempt to distance Jack Murphy but Murphy side steps and Darcy Crisis leaves himself wide open for the..
Truth Waters: DROP TOE HOLD!
George Cassidy: AND THE STF!
The fans leap around like Mexicans at an American border.
And the rope is more than an arms length away from the Frontier champion.
”LET'S GO CRISIS!”
”LET'S GO MURPHY!”
”CRI-SIS! CRI-SIS!”
”MUR-PHY! MUR-PHY!”
In response to his twelve-year old tweenie fans, Crisis inches forward; answering, Murphy tightens the submission, administering an increased dose of pain to the Frontier champion, which triggers a pop from the Murphy faithfuls.
”CRI-SIS! CRI-SIS!”
”FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!”
Truth Waters: HE'S DOING IT! LOOK AT CRISIS!
But before he can get to the ropes, Murphy sees the need to display his authority by dropping the submission all together.
George Cassidy: Well, that was climatic.
While pulling Darcy Crisis off of the mat, Jack Murphy makes an unusual school boy error in leaving his right rib open... Crisis nails Murphy with his elbow!
Truth Waters: CRISIS IS BACK IN THE GAME!
He is, Truth; Crisis frees himself, gaining enough room to launch a frenzy of punches -- each one flowing quicker then the last and knocking Jack Murphy into a dizzy state of confusion. This is followed up with a stiff driving knee from Darcy Crisis, which allows him to apply an unquestionable front face lock from which he can build on his advantage. Unable to compromise with Darcy Crisis, Jack Murphy finds his head planted into the canvas of the ring with a very acute DDT which could render any man unconscious!
Truth Waters: DARCY WITH THE COVER! THIS COULD BE IT, CASSIDY!
Yeah, right; it's the grey-clad man!
ONE!
And the grey-clad man runs down the ramp and dives into the ring!
TWO!
And the grey-clad man pulls Darcy Crisis off of Jack Murphy and to the outside of the ring! THE CROWD GOES WILD!
Truth Waters: Who the – he just cost Crisis his win!
George Cassidy: Oh, as if.
AWC officials flood to the ring and grab the grey clad man, taking him to the back. Such, Crisis' attention is diverted and he is caught by surprise as Murphy pulls down on his tights and rolls up him for the pin!
ONE!
Truth Waters: NO! IT CAN'T END LIKE THIS!
TWO!
George Cassidy: It's going to end like this.
THR--
DARCY KICKS OUT! THE GIRLS GO WILD!
But the partying and revolt is short lived! Murphy snatches Crisis' feet and turns him over…
Truth Waters: STF! STF!
George Cassidy: NOW THIS IS IT!
DARCY CRISIS STRUGGLES!
Truth Waters: MURPHY COULD HAVE IT!
DARCY CRISIS LOOKS FORWARD, LOOKS TO HIS RIGHT, TO HIS LEFT...
Truth Waters: CRISIS HAS NOWHERE TO GO!
CRISIS TAPS!!!
DING DING DING!
James Brunt: The winner, and still AWC Relentless champion,
and new AWC Frontier champion... and final qualifier for the Triangles match… JACK MURPHY!
George Cassidy: MURPHY'S DONE IT! MURPHY'S DONE IT! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR GOD IS BACK!
Truth Waters: AND THE MAN IN GRAY MIGHT HAVE VERY WELL COST DARCY CRISIS THE WIN!
George Cassidy: FOLKS, STAY TUNED! SULEIMON AND MURRAY IS NEXT!
Truth Waters: AND WILL CRISIS RETALIATE AGAINST THE GRAY-CLAD MAN? AND HOW WILL THE BULL FARE IN THE BIG MATCH?
George Cassidy: IT'S TRIANGLES!
Got You Where We Want You
A U T H O R : TOM HOLZERMAN
Backstage, we see the security team, all of them, wrestling with the man in gray that they apprehended trying to interfere in the Relentless Frontier Gauntlet match. It's taking all of the security team to restrain him. He's a feisty devil.
Taz Yorke: Finally got him! Bastard tried to plaster AgentDash a few weeks back.
Butch Radder: Alright, alright, let's see who he is so we can toss him.
The team tries to remove the mask, but the assailant is squirming too much. Radder tries move in to grab it, but the man in gray kicks him in the balls. Yorke takes the opportunity to blindside the man in gray with an elbow across the head.
Taz Yorke: Dirty pool, old man.
Yorke grabs the mask from the back and yanks it off in one grab. The figure stands up, revealing himself as
Captain Suleimon.
Bruno Hague: YOU!
Butch Radder: (still on the ground) Who?
Bruno Hague: It's that filthy raghead Suleimon.
Hague grabs Suleimon by the throat.
Bruno Hague: And what do you think you're doing?
Captain Suleimon: (struggling for air) If... you don't want... to suffer the same fate... your colleague did.... then I suggest you put... me... DOWN!
Bruno Hague: Oh yeah?
With his free leg, Suleimon kicks Hague in the jimmies.
Captain Suleimon: Yeah. (dusts himself off) Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match...
As Suleimon tries to walk away, Yorke stops him.
Taz Yorke: No, we'll just have to toss you for...
Captain Suleimon: For what, doing what everyone else does? Get out of my way, I have a match. Unless you want me to take you out in a legitimate matter, lowly security guard.
Yorke scowls in contempt as Suleimon walks by.
Truth Waters: What the hell!
George Cassidy: I'm just as shocked, what the hell would an upstanding man like Suleimon help out a pansy like Murphy?!
Truth Waters: Folks, this night just keeps getting stranger and stranger...
Yorke tries to revive his comrades as the screen shifts.
Gaps II
A U T H O R : PIERRE HYDE
8th August
Anapa, Russia
“Right through here, Mr. Wade, quietly now…”
Pierce Lavelle’s head snapped around. Chainz, who he was supposed to be keeping an eye on, had disappeared somewhere and the Transatlantic title belt holder had taken a stab in the dark by entering the car park down the bad end of the beach where AWC’s trailers and such were sited. Now he heard whispering, and he could swear he’d heard the name of someone who wasn’t supposed to be around… Lavelle flattened himself against the side of a trailer as they approached.
“Why’re you whispering? You told me no one’d be around back here.”
Footsteps. Closer.
“That’s right, Mr. Wade, but just in case…”
That was it. Lavelle leapt out in front of Mike Wade and the roadie who was escorting him. Wade leapt ten feet in the air.
Mike Wade: What the fuck, Lavelle! I’m supposed to be incognito here!
Pierce Lavelle: Anapa’s a long way from “cognito”, Wade. What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be retired in some mansion in Ireland?
Mike Wade: Yeah well, it sucks arse being out of wrestling. You should know, Lavelle. You’re lucky you got that ban overturned… how did you manage that, anyway? Pay off some twat at the drugs administration?
Lavelle suddenly lunged forward and grabbed His Swerviness by the collar. The roadie flinched. Wade didn’t.
Pierce Lavelle: You know perfectly well Dick framed me. Now I’m asking you one more time before I get Sasha to throw you out: what are you doing here?
Lavelle relaxed his grip to permit Wade to answer. The AWC Legend adjusted his collar before nodding that the roadie should leave. With some reluctance, he did back off and then with some encouragement from Wade turn his back.
Mike Wade: I got a call from Pearl wanting me to m---
Pierce Lavelle: Pearl? What’s Pearl doing here? This is Fresh!east.
Mike Wade: What… oh, I don’t know, it’s all the same AWC isn’t it?
Pierce Lavelle: (hotly) No, you---
Mike Wade: Well never mind, that’s the message I got anyway. So since you bumped into me, mind telling me where Pearl’s office is? Or… (peering round Lavelle) do they even have offices here on the beach?
Lavelle sighed loudly.
Pierce Lavelle: I told you, he’s not here! He’s not supp---
Mike Wade: Shhhhh keep your voice down. Nobody’s meant to know I’m here. You’re gonna have to keep quiet on this little meeting by the way.
Pierce Lavelle: (indignantly) And why should I---
Mike Wade: SHHHH!
And now Lavelle did shut up, because Wade had heard something. A voice, speaking on a phone. Footsteps, following the same path Wade had just before.
Voice: ---under control. That’s right. I’m meeting him here tonight. (pause) No, she doesn’t know I’m here… Yet.
Mike Wade: That’s Pearl, I---
Pierce Lavelle: Shhh!
Lavelle grabbed Wade’s arm. There was something in David “Pearl” Harber’s voice… something in the way he was talking…
Pearl: That’s right. I’ll have one of my staff escort him to me, then I can fill him in on the part he’s going to play…
Pearl laughed. Lavelle’s eyes bulged as he heard the voice coming ever closer.
Pierce Lavelle: (hissing) Round here!
Wade followed Lavelle round to the other side of the trailer, just as David Harber turned the corner and would have seen them.
Pearl: Sure it’ll come as a shock Kasidy, but he calls himself His Swerviness, I think he can just about handle it… haha.
Mike Wade: (whispering to Lavelle) What’s George Cassidy got to do with it?
Pierce Lavelle: (whispering) To do with
what?
Pearl: He’ll say yes, Kasidy. I know it. He’ll join the Cause and… and AWC won’t know what hit them. It’s time for them to see the real David Harber. (pause) The Empire? I like it…
Harber keeps walking, out of range, and Lavelle and Wade exchange a frozen stare.
Attitude Change
A U T H O R : ADAM
Scott Taylor sat on the couch in his new personal locker room in the back of the Staples Center. It was still some time before the Triangles match as he sat watching some witty banter between Truth Waters and George Cassidy on the small television sitting in the corner of the room. His feet were propped up on the glossy coffee table as he leaned back on the leather sofa, his eyes glued to the screen. His earlier venture to recruit Darcy Crisis as an ally had failed. Then his attempt to get Teresa into the match as a substitute for the absent Josh Marquez had backfired on him, with Commissioner Wade moving him to a different triangle. He reached for the remote control sitting next to him and turned off the tv, turning to look at the woman sitting next to him.
Scott Taylor: Can you believe that Darcy wouldn’t work with me tonight? After the two of us tagged together to get into Triangles, he leaves me hanging like that!
Seated next to Scott on the couch was Lindsey Bongiovi, his highly paid and extremely well trained lawyer. After bailing him out of jail two weeks ago she had stuck by side, watching every move he made and advising him all along the way as his new personal legal consul. She was decked out in a custom tailored black pantsuit and was staring into the open briefcase on the table next to where Scott’s feet were propped. She turned away from looking at her briefcase to stare at Scott, blinking at him from behind her horn-rimmed black glasses.
Lindsey Bongiovi: What did you expect? This match is about every man for himself. There are nine of you and only three prizes. Darcy wants to get his hands on one of them just as much as you do, Scott.
Scott Taylor: Yeah, I know. I was still hoping for someone to have my back though. Except for Darcy, no one has even shown me any welcome. No respect in the locker room, those fans out there jeering me most of the time. That Lethal Lottery match was the closest thing to camaraderie I’ve gotten.
Lindsey Bongiovi: I know, I know. You have been out of the picture for a long time, Scott. OSW ended three years ago and you’ve done little wrestling since then. You wrestled, what, maybe three matches between RPW and GCW before you retired again? Times have changed. You were a top draw in the wrestling world at the turn of the millennium but you went away to do movies, tv shows, and commercials. You need to adapt to new times.
She said in a serious voice, crossing one long leg over the other as she rested her elbow on the soft cured leather of the couch and stared at Scott from behind her glasses. In response, Scott took his feet off the table and leaned forward, resting his elbows against his knees.
Scott Taylor: You’re right. This is a new generation. Some of these people wrestling now were still in High School when I was working my way up the rungs. Adapt to new changes… What if I used the secret weapon tonight?
Lindsey Bongiovi: On Darcy?
Scott smiled somewhat evilly for a face wrestler as he shook his head. No, he had bigger fish to fry tonight than the Frontier champion. Besides, he wasn’t even in his triangle anymore… If he was going to target anyone, it was going to be a certain AWC Legend who gave him his first – and only loss in the company so far. But even going after him wasn’t as important as walking away with a prize.
Scott Taylor: No, not Darcy. On someone who deserved it much more. Oh, hell, possibly on anyone who gets in my way of obtaining what I want. But I think tonight is the night I quit playing games with the other wrestlers and the fans.
Lindsey Bongiovi: You know there’s a woman in the match tonight…
Scott Taylor: Yeah, Ellis is wrestling tonight. Rumor is she’s a top contender for GBJ’s belt. What about her?
Lindsey Bongiovi: Would you really go after her too with this secret weapon you’re talking about?
Scott Taylor: Maybe. Like I said, anyone who gets in my way is an enemy. I’ve wrestled women before so this isn’t anything new. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m not drinking this low class bottled water they put in here, I’m going to find the caterer and get something that won’t kill me before the main event.
Standing from the couch Scott popped his neck and ran his hands down his chest, straightening his shirt. As he reached the door and pulled at the knob, Lindsey spoke up again, looking a little concerned.
Lindsey Bongiovi: Wait up, Scott.
Stopping, Scott turned back to look at her, eyebrows raised.
Lindsey Bongiovi: Two questions for you. I’ve been following you around for a week now; do you want me out there for support tonight?
Scott Taylor: No way. Inside or outside the Triangle is a dangerous place. I need you back here.
Lindsey Bongiovi: Okay, second question: Do you really care that much if your fellow wrestlers and the AWC fans haven’t warmed up to you yet? You’re still pretty new to the company and all. It’s not like you to be angry and turn against people, Scott.
Scott Taylor: Some people change, Lindsey. If I can’t get any respect or support from anyone, then I’m on my own. Tonight is my night to prove them all wrong though. Just watch me in the main event.
With those words, Scott pulled the door open and disappeared into the hallway. Lindsey Bongiovi watched her best client with concern as he disappeared. Wasn’t he a “face” or “good-guy” wrestler as the smarks called it? Why the sudden attitude change. She chewed on her bottom lip as he left the room, looking worried.
Change Of Plan
A U T H O R : PIERRE HYDE
Jack Murphy staggers through the curtain, gasping and sweating after the exertions of his Relentless Frontier Gauntlet final against Darcy Crisis. The new double champion drops both belts to one side and grabs a large bottle of water, tipping the clear liquid down his throat as a stagehand hands him a towel, with which he wipes the sweat from his forehead.
“What a performance!”
Commissioner Mike Wade approaches, clapping.
Mike Wade: Fantastic, Jack. You’re back on form, I truly believe th---
Jack Murphy: What – do you
want - Wade?
A little surprised at the ugliness of the demand, Wade cocks an eyebrow.
Mike Wade: Well if you must rush into business… I need a name, Jack, for who the Bull is going to be replacing in Triangles later tonight!
Wade cuts a big smile, but Murphy grimaces and spits on the ground.
Jack Murphy: Crisis. I’m replacing Crisis.
And, strangely, the Commissioner’s eyes go wide and his face falls.
Mike Wade: (laughing) Aha, that’s er, that’s great, Jack, but actually… er, surely you want to… to get your hands on Darcy again later tonight?
Jack Murphy: No, I’ll – I’ll r-replace him.
Murphy frowns and gasps out his words between gulps of water. Wade’s face turns to one of regret and he shakes his head slowly.
Mike Wade: Actually, I’ve, er, changed my mind I’m afraid… I can’t actually do that; this is such an, ah, awesome match that we don’t want to spoil… spoil it by, erm, taking anyone out… so how about you just go into the blue triangle
as well as Darcy…
Jack Murphy: (angrily) No! I’m replacing him… Those were the rules, Wade!
Mike Wade: Ah, but actually I’m the Commissioner, so, ah, I make the rules and now I say you’re going into the blue triangle and so does Darcy Crisis.
Jack Murphy: For FUCK’S sake Wade!
And with the expletive, he grabs Wade and slams him into the wall. The Commissioner’s eyes go wide and he struggles, but the 287-pounder has him pinned, helpless. The stagehand frets and wrings his hands.
Jack Murphy: This is fucking shit!
Mike Wade: Well er – look on the – bright side Jack – you’ve b-beaten – him – once, you can do it – do it again –
Jack Murphy: Oh, honestly… this whole thing’s been a farce, Wade – this whole Gauntlet! What’s the point of it all if you’re not going to give what you offered? What do you want to do, take my title belts I won during the Gauntlet too?!
Murphy lets Wade drop to the floor and walks over to the curtain where he dropped the belts. He picks up the title belts and carries them over as Wade struggles to his feet.
Jack Murphy: You want to take them from me? Go on, take them!
Mike Wade: I’ve – already – had them…
The Bull swings with a roar, braining the Commissioner with the Relentless title belt. Wade goes down, hand to head, silent, and the stagehand rushes over, but the former Relentless champion and AWC Legend waves him away and forces himself straight back to his feet as Murphy disappears around the corner.
Mike Wade: (shouting after him) You never let me finish, ye fecker! You go into blue as well as Darcy Crisis… and as well as His Swerviness himself…
Wade rips his shirt off, puts a hand to the wound on his head just bloodying up from the shot with the belt, licks his red fingertips.
Mike Wade: MIKE WADE!
Captain Suleimon
v s
Andy Murray
C H A M P I O N S H I P : NONE
S T I P U L A T I O N : SINGLES
R E F E R E E : JOSEPH REID
A U T H O R : ANDY
He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man…
The lights in the arena dim as the intro to Avenged Sevenfold’s “Bat Country” begins to play out across the arena. With a burst of pyro at the top of the ramp, the song kicks in and the lights flash on, as Andy Murray steps out from the back, lapping up the crowd’s cheers. He pauses at the top of the ramp, takes a good look around the arena, and lifts an arm in the air in jubilance, before making his way down the ramp.
Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay
These eyes won't see the same, after I flip today
James Brunt: The following is a singles match. Introducing first, from Aberdeen, Scotland, weighing in at 270lbs, he is the “Scottish King of Cool”… ANDY MURRAY!
On his way down to the ring, Andy slaps hands with a couple of the fans, before finally reaching the bottom of the ramp, and leaping up onto the outside of the ring. Facing the entrance, he raises an arm up in the air once again, as white pyros ignite from the ring posts behind him.
I tried to drive all through the night, the heart stroke ridden weather
The barren empty sights… No oasis here to see, the sand is singing deathless words to me
As the fireworks die down a little, Andy enters the ring between the middle and top ropes and paces across the ring, throwing both arms into the air for the fans at the other side.
Can’t you help me as I’m startin’ to burn? Too many doses and I’m startin’ to get an attraction
My confidence is leavin’ me on my own, too late to save me and you know I don’t want the attention
Finally, the music begins to die down, as Andy stands in the centre of the ring, ready to go.
Truth Waters: There’s a little bit of bad blood going into this match Cassidy; ever since The Scottish King of Cool sponsored Captain Suleimon for Triangles, Sully has been, for a lack of a better word, “badgering” Andy Murray to the point where the former Frontier champion requested this match himself.
George Cassidy: Indeed, it’s not often we see Andy Murray angered, but tonight here he’s going to pay for making this blind challenge; Suleimon is going to brush him aside.
Truth Waters: I wouldn’t be so sure of that Cass, Murray has picked up a couple of key victories over Jonny Kae and more recently AgentDash/Aimz… he’s on a decent run that could very well be continued here tonight…
“The Turkish March” by Mozart begins to ring out across the arena and the fans jeer The Sultan of Smackdown as he appears from the back and struts down to the ring.
James Brunt: And his opponent, from Istanbul, Turkey, weighing in at 198lbs, he is the Sultan of Smackdown… CAPTAIN SULEIMON!
Sully strolls down the ring with a wry smile across his face, not taking his eyes away from the Scottish King of Cool. Eventually he reaches the bottom of the ramp and climbs up the steps into the ring, circling his larger opponent.
Truth Waters: A win here tonight could propel either man into the upper echelon of the Atlantic Wrestling Club, there’s more than just pride at stake…
The bell rings and the match begins quickly, as Murray doesn't waste any time going after his smaller opponent. He makes a grab for Suleimon, but the lightweight dances out of the way before coming in with a forearm shot to take Murray off-balance. He moves in and out like a football player cutting through defensive holes, landing several shots to Murray's body. The former Frontier champion angrily swings at him again and again, but can't seem to get Suleimon's timing down. He finally reaches out and grabs hold of Suleimon, but then falls, taking a hip toss from his opponent!
George Cassidy: Boom! And Murray’s taking a beating already!
Truth Waters: Impressive rapid-fire start from Sully, it has to be said.
Andy gets up, frustrated, and charges towards his opponent, but his haste leaves him open to a leg sweep, planting him on his back. He rises again, looking angrier than before, but his expression changes when the dropkick hits, sending him rolling out of the ring, more in shock than in pain. Suleimon pulls himself up and leans on the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, taking a moment to rest as the fans begin to jeer.
Truth Waters: It's still hard to believe how fast Captain Suleimon really is, guys. Suleimon ran rings around Andy Murray there; something that the Scottish King of Cool clearly wasn’t expected.
George Cassidy: Well, The Scottish King of Cool has never been known for his speed, in fact, he’s a bit of a slow bitch.
Truth Waters: Suleimon’s clever, he’s got his game plan sussed, but a few big moves from Murray and Sully’s early momentum could soon vanish!
With the referee standing 'guard', Murray pulls himself onto the apron, then enters the ring, his face flush with determination. He angrily gestures towards Suleimon, telling the referee something about his boots. Noticing that Sully has briefly turned his back, Andy slides quickly into the ring and charges at his opponent with a clothesline.
Suleimon almost saw it coming, but the split-second after he turned around didn’t allow time to dodge. The arm hits, flipping Suleimon over. The Scottish King of Cool then runs against the ropes, bouncing back and landing a leg drop across Suleimon’s chest. He stands and raises an arm in the air defiantly to the cheers of the crowd. A small
“S-K-C!” chant breaks out.
Truth Waters: There you go! You want to talk about “clever” wrestling… Andy showed there that he’s no slouch himself, taking full advantage of a momentary lapse in concentration from his opponent!
George Cassidy: That was a pretty heavy blow from Murray too; he really cleaned Sully’s clock with that clothesline!
Back in control Murray pulls Captain Suleimon off the ground and locks him into a full nelson. Suleimon struggles in the hold, feeling his spinal chord being reshaped by Murray's powerful arms. The referee moves in, knowing full well that a submission from this manoeuvre could be possible, even this early in a fight.
George Cassidy: Andy Murray using a submission hold? I’ve seen it all now…
Truth Waters: Eh, what are you talking about Cassidy? The Scottish King of Cool’s a frequent user of submissions!
George Cassidy: Oh really? Well, pardon me for not memorising the movelists of unimportant Scottish has-beens.
Truth Waters: **sigh**
The pressure continues to grow, as Murray keeps the hold on tight. Suleimon's resistance become weaker and weaker, as his energy is drained from him. The referee asks him again and again if he wants to submit, and Murray throws in his own encouragement, telling Suleimon to give up. But the Turk refuses, shaking his head despite the pain. After a few more seconds, Murray shakes his own head then releases the hold, dropping Suleimon ungracefully to the ground. He looks a little annoyed that he couldn't get the quick submission, but he also looks supremely confident in himself.
George Cassidy: And Sully survives! Looks like the hold’s taken a lot out of him though!
Truth Waters: That’s not a move I’d like to be in! Murray’s arms were like vices there…
George Cassidy: To be honest, I can’t really think of ANY submission moves I’d want to be in.
Truth Waters: Eh yeah, fair enough…
The fans seem to be getting more and more into the match as Andy takes control. The Scottish King of cool absorbs the crowd’s energy, lifting Suleimon back up over his head, getting a military press. He tosses Suleimon high into the air, then watches as he slams back down, bouncing off the mat. Suleimon stays down, breathing very heavily.
Truth Waters: Oh man! Another high impact move from the Scotsman! He’s giving it all he’s got tonight, that’s for sure.
George Cassidy: He’s going to need to if he wants to beat the faster Sully…
The Sultan of Smackdown slowly begins to pull himself up, but before he can fully get to his feet on his own accord, Andy grabs him and immediately downs him again with a sharp, stiff DDT.
Truth Waters: Stiff DDT from Murray... I believe he calls that one “Wake Up!”
George Cassidy: Wake Up!? What a lame name for a move…
Truth Waters: He can call it what he wants, George, he’s the one competing in the ring, not you. Just shut up and watch the damn match!
Andy stomps Suleimon’s body a couple of times before turning to the crowd and yelling something, an arm in the air. This is of course met with a chorus of cheers.
George Cassidy: Look at him showboat… its sickening… bloody has-been.
Truth Waters: The Scottish King of Cool remains a popular figure here in AWC, despite the fact that he was seemingly missing in action for a year. He feeds off the crowd’s energy every night to give him the slightest edge…
George Cassidy: Whatever, that wont help him defeat Suleimon tonight!
Truth Waters: Perhaps not, but the beating he’s laying down at the moment certainly will!
With a flourish, Murray lifts Captain Suleimon onto his shoulders with a fireman's carry. He takes two steps, moving away, then drops with a death valley driver, cracking Suleimon's skull on the mat!
Truth Waters: Another crushing high impact move from the Scotsman! He’s driven tonight, relentless… he wants to shut the man he sponsored for Triangles up once and for all!
The Scottish King of Cool gets right back up, pulling the injured lightweight vertical. Suleimon's eyes look glazed, with very little resistance in his body as Murray sets him up. With one lift, he gets Suleimon into the air, and drops him down with a suplex. He waves to the referee to get ready, then leans over, making a pin attempt. The referee, already in position thanks to Murray's warning, makes the call.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!!!
Truth Waters: I actually thought it might be over, but Suleimon still had something left!
George Cassidy: Captain Suleimon is resilient as hell – he’s ALWAYS got something left…
Andy wastes little time in peeling Captain Suleimon off the canvas, getting him to his feet. He looks the Sultan of Smackdown in the eyes, and goes to smack him in the jaw, but somehow his opponent dodges, as Suleimon somehow ducks under the shot, then grabs the off-balance heavyweight and drops with a reverse DDT! Both wrestlers hit the mat dazed!
Truth Waters: WHOA! Where did that come from!
George Cassidy: Ha, told you he still had something left…
Truth Waters: The question is, will Suleimon have anything left to take advantage of this turn of events?
The fans are cheering on both men, encouraging them to get to their feet, as the referee moves in, watchful. Murray moves first, grabbing the nearby ropes and pulling himself up. However, as he does so, the attention of the crowd turns to the ramp where a man clad in grey is jogging down to the ring. He quickly slides in, walking past Sully towards Murray, who he begins to stomp away on to the jeers of the fans.
George Cassidy: What the!?! It’s that grey-clad man again!
Truth Waters: And he’s attacking the Scottish King of Cool! What the hell is going on! I thought we just saw that Suleimon
is the grey-clad man after his interference in the last match!
Before the man can deal any serious damage to Murray however, he is swarmed by security guards who drag him away from the former Frontier champion and out of the ring.
Truth Waters: Thank goodness they’ve got rid of him! The question remains though, why did this man, whoever he may be, attack Murray and seemingly aid Suleimon? And why is he impersonating the disguise used by Captain Suleimon – or maybe, Suleimon was the one to impersonate
him...
George Cassidy: Maybe he shares my distaste for over-the-hill, talentless Scotsmen?
Truth Waters: I think something a little more sinister may be afoot…
Andy, somewhat shocked by what has been going on rises to his knees and watches on as the man is dragged up the ramp. Momentarily, however, the man manages to break free from the grasp of one of the guards and pulls his grey mask from his head. Those in attendance, including Andy Murray himself, cannot believe what they are seeing…
Truth Waters: No! NO!
George Cassidy: What the hell?!
Truth Waters: Jack Murphy! Jack Murphy is the grey-clad man!?! As well as Suleimon?!
George Cassidy: Yes! It all makes sense now. This is BRILLIANT!
Truth Waters: I don’t know what reasoning is behind this; all I know is that
in addition to Captain Suleimon, Jack Murphy is also apparently the man we’ve been seeing clad in grey recently, and he’s being dragged to the back by security!
Andy rises to his feet, holding his back, clearly in a little bit of pain. He shakes his head, still unable to fully believe the situation. Suleimon rolls over and rises as well, unsteady but at least getting up under his own power.
Truth Waters: Wait a minute… Suleimon is stirring now…
Murray turns and sees him rising, and decides to charge, swinging an arm out for a clothesline. Suleimon avoids it, though, then chops Murray in the back of the leg with his boot, causing The Scottish King of cool's knee to buckle and send him sprawling! Murray quickly gets back up, limping slightly, and gets nailed again, as Suleimon plants a double-kick to the same leg!
George Cassidy: WHAM! Sully is BACK in this match!
Truth Waters: And he’s dealing a whole lot of pain to Murray after that bizarre interference!
The former Frontier champion falls to the mat, and Sully, tired, grabs Andy’s neck, locking in a sleeper hold, twisting away, trying to take Murray's energy away from him. The referee steps around, checking on the Scottish King of Cool’s status, as Murray fights to get free of the agonizing hold.
Truth Waters: Suleimon's back on his gameplan, guys. If he can keep Murray on the mat, he's got a much better chance.
George Cassidy: Yeah, and this is exactly what Suleimon needs to do – and he knows it. He’s fighting a much stronger, larger man, but if he can use his excellent mat wrestling skills he will surely defeat Murray here tonight.
Truth Waters: That’s the first sensible thing I think I’ve heard you say since this match started, Cassidy. As long as it takes away even a fraction of Andy’s momentum, it's worthwhile to Suleimon. Plus, don't forget, Suleimon isn't moving around much, so he's getting a bit of a breather as well.
After a minute of choking, Murray finally desperate manages to rake the eyes of Suleimon, startling the Sultan of Smackdown, and allowing Andy to drag himself across towards the side of the ring, grabbing hold of the bottom rope. Suleimon reluctantly releases the hold and pulls himself up, swaying slightly as he does so. His face is completely flushed, with sweating flowing out of his pores. He's still in control, though.
Truth Waters: And the hold is broken! But look at Suleimon, he’s reeling. He’s taken several high impact moves in quick succession and it’s taken its toll!
George Cassidy: But Andy Murray’s gonna be feeling the effects of that hold! A well-applied sleeper hold will drain the breath from the lungs of even the most experienced grappler!
Sully is soon stepping in and getting a neckbreaker on Murray to send him back down. Suleimon takes his time getting back up, still hurting from the earlier abuse. He steps over and grabs Murray, dragging him up. He then whips him into the corner, but Murray is able to reverse the move! Suleimon crashes in instead, flopping to the ground.
Truth Waters: And Murray with the counter! This match just keeps on going back and forth like a yo-yo!
George Cassidy: Hmmm, quite a clichéd choice of simile there Truth. Still, 9/10 for effort though…
The Scottish King of Cool shakes his head, recovering, then comes in, going for a knee drop. Suleimon rolls aside, though, and Murray crashes down, smashing his knee into the mat. He rolls in agony, holding his leg, as Suleimon gets to his feet. The lightweight goes to the corner, pushing himself up the pads, as Murray struggles to get up, having trouble putting weight on the injured leg. Suleimon, given time, pushes off the turnbuckle with a dive, splashing into the former Frontier champion and putting both on the mat, with Suleimon making the pin! The referee is right there to make the count.
ONE!
TWO!
No! Kickout!
George Cassidy: Suleimon nearly had him! Surely it’s only a matter of time…
Truth Waters: That’s debatable Cass – Sully still has to find a way to finish this thing. He’s at least gotten things back to a level peg, but Andy Murray isn’t an easy man to get a three count over!
George Cassidy: Neither is Captain Suleimon though! Surely a man with an injury record as horrendous as Andy Murray’s can’t have much gas left in his tank?
The sweat is literally dripping from Suleimon’s brow as he pulls Andy up to his feet. He still manages to get the big man up, though, and boots him in the stomach. He attempts to Tiger Suplex the Scottish King of Cool…
Truth Waters: Sully might be looking to build up to the end here…
…but Murray is able to counter with a kick to the gut of his own, before grabbing Suleimon around the head.
Truth Waters: No! Counter by Andy Murray!
Andy lifts his opponent up high in a hanging vertical suplex position…
George Cassidy: Looks like he’s going for the Highland Hangover!
…but before he can land the move, he is poked in the eyes by Sully, who somehow finds a way to grab Andy’s head and flip him with a reverse DDT!
Truth Waters: What the!?! INCREDIBLE!
Suleimon’s tired body falls on top of Murray’s…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Truth Waters: WOW! What a turnaround!
George Cassidy: Even I’m shocked by that…
The bell rings as “The Turkish March” begins to ring out. Suleimon rises to his feet in celebration…
Truth Waters: What a remarkable end to this match! It looked like Suleimon had Andy with some kind of Suplex, but the Scottish King of Cool attempted to counter with his finishing move, the Highland Hangover. But as he left Sully hanging, the Sultan of Smackdown managed to counter with an improvised version of the Whirling Dervish!
George Cassidy: Andy made a key mistake there; he didn’t hit the move quick enough! If he had spent just one second less hanging Suleimon up there then he could have won this, Truth!
Truth Waters: Indeed, but Murray fell victim to Suleimon’s inventiveness here tonight! This rivalry has settled in a way that the Scottish King of Cool will not be best pleased with…
James Brunt: The winner… CAPTAIN SULEIMON!
You want more? Go to Part 2!
