ELITE
  e·lite or é·lite  
  n. pl. elite or e·lites 

  (a)  A group or class of persons or a member of such a group or 
       class, enjoying superior intellectual, social, or economic 
       status: “In addition to notions of social equality there was 
       much emphasis on the role of elites and of heroes within them” 
       (Times Literary Supplement). 

  (b)  The best or most skilled members of a group.

  [French élite, from Old French eslite, from feminine past participle 
  of eslire, to choose, from Latin ligere. See elect.]


TRADITION
  tra·di·tion    ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (tr-dshn)
  n. 

  1.  The passing down of elements of a culture from generation to 
      generation, especially by oral communication. 

  2. 
    (a)  A mode of thought or behavior followed by a people 
         continuously from generation to generation; a custom or 
         usage. 

    (b)  A set of such customs and usages viewed as a coherent body of 
         precedents influencing the present: followed family tradition 
         in dress and manners. 

  3.  A time-honored practice or set of such practices. 

  4.  Law. Transfer of property to another. 

  [Middle English tradicion, from Old French, from Latin trditi, 
  trditin-, from trditus, past participle of trdere, to hand over, 
  deliver, entrust  : tr-, trns-, trans- + dare, to give; see d- in 
  Indo-European Roots.]




~~~~~~~~~~ D ~~~~~ C ~~~~~ W ~~~~~ L ~~~~~~~~~~

2004 WINTER SEASON SUPERCARD EXTRAVAGANZA

DCWL : ELITE TRADITION

March 27th, 2004 

~~~~~~~~~~ D ~~~~~ C ~~~~~ W ~~~~~ L ~~~~~~~~~~

   --> CO-MAIN EVENT - GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
        Dale 'The Mirror' Stanwycz (c) -vs- Mark Haley
   --> CO-MAIN EVENT - TITLE UNIFICATION MATCH
       PLUNDERWEIGHT CHAMPION .VS. PUREBREED CHAMPION
        'The New Classic' Skye Ashner -vs- The Vindicator  
   --> TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
        Akbar & Bollinger (c) -vs- Detson & Crimestarter  
   --> 60-MINUTE IRONPERSON MATCH
        Naja Takemara -vs- Tawny Blake
   --> LAST MAN STANDING MATCH
        Matt Cole -vs- Noah Prejudice
   --> FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH
        Haplo the Vagabond -vs- Alexander Hawkins III
   --> SOAPBOX REVENGE MATCH
        Jackson Hunter -vs- Evelynn

~~~~~~~~~~ D ~~~~~ C ~~~~~ W ~~~~~ L ~~~~~~~~~~



(As the camera cuts inside the dark arena, fireworks suddenly erupt
from each of the four ringposts as well as the entranceway,
illuminating the 18,000-plus fans in attendance, who are on their feet
wildly cheering!  As the fireworks begin to fade out, the house lights
brighten, revealing plenty of signs held up for display by fans, as the
camera pans by a few of them...)

--[ THE UNIFIED TITLE WILL BE A 'CLASSIC CHHAMPIONSHIP'! ]--

--[ EAT YOUR GREEK WHEATIES, HAWK! ]--

--[ TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT THE NEW GRAND CHAMPPION - MARK HALEY! ]--

--[ SAMMICH IS GOD! ]--

--[ THE MIRROR WILL NOT BREAK - BAD LUCK FOOR MR. SHOWTIME! ]--

--[ BE MY IRONWOMAN, TAWNY! ]--

--[ EPC = EMPTY POCKETS CLUB AFTER TONIGHT!! ]--

(The scope of the DCWL Cameras are quite in awe of the massive scope of
this building as compared to the DCWL Arena, as it slowly pans down
towards the broadcast table at ringside.  As expected, it is attended
by Rich Manning and Hollywood Panzerotti, who have dressed up for the
occation.  Manning is in a black and white tuxedo with the DCWL logo on
the jacket chest, with his short hair combed back still looking wet
from overtreatment.  Panzerotti is in a bright green leather jacket,
with a matching cowboy hat decorated with sequins to form the letters
"HP", while his shoulder-length hair is tied back in a ponytail, and
his bushy goatee almost appears combed.)

RICH MANNING (RM):  "Welcome, fans, to Buffalo, New York ... welcome to
the unbelievably fantastic HSBC Arena ... welcome to the latest
Supercard Extravaganza from the DCWL ... WELCOME TO ... ELITE
TRADITION!!!"

HOLLYWOOD PANZEROTTI (HP):  "You say the same freaking thing every time
we do one of this biggies, and the humanoids still pop like a teenage
woody every damn time!  What's up with that crap?"

RM:  "We have an UNBELIEVABLE show lined up tonight, folks ... with TWO
incredible main events!  The DCWL Grand Championship will be on the
line, as Dale Stanwycz meets the Number One Contender, Mark Haley!  And
in a Title Unification Match, DCWL Purebreed Champion The Vindicator
takes on our DCWL Plunderweight Champion Skye Ashner!"

HP:  "And don't forget about the greatest stipulation of all damn time!
 That freaking winged maggot has to fight under the strict Purebreed
Division rules, while Vindy is under the Plunderweight rules, meaning
anything goes for him!  I LOVE IT!!!"

RM:  "Five other blockbuster matches are on tap, in a historic night
for the DCWL!  Let's not waste any more time with preamble, and get our
first match of the night underwa..."

(Manning is interrupted, as a pure white light shines down on the
entrance area, while a white path illuminates, leading towards the
ring. As the screen lights up with the letters 'EPC', the boos begin to
pour down from the rafters to the floor even louder. Three rotating
profiles are shown on the video screen, one of Johnny Detson, one of
Crimestarter Jim, and one of the Vindicator. The video screen then
shows them shaking hands with each other, followed by a profile shot of
Guido. Out from the backstage area steps The Vindicator, Johnny Detson
and Crimestarter Jim along with the DCWL Commissioner, Guido. Detson is
wearing a tailored made black Italian suit with a gold button down
shirt and matching gold tie. Crimestarter Jim is wearing a very nice
gray suit along with a pair of black sunglasses and a pair of black
dress shoes.)

HP:  "The Elite Players are in the house to kick off their own night of
glory!  Take the stage, boys ... it's all yours!"

RM:  "Of course, this evening could also prove to be a disaster if
things don't go their way!"

(The men make their way down towards the ring soaking in the reaction
of the fans. Detson, Vindy and Guido are the first to the ring and they
all walk up the steps and into the ring. Crimestarter walks around the
ring and hastily grabs a microphone from the announce table. He then
walks up a set of steps and climbs into the ring as well. All four men
stand in the ring as Vindy pushes his Purebreed Championship belt up on
his shoulder. Crimestarter steps forward with the microphone.)

Crimestarter: “If you would all please shut your mouth’s for a minute,
we thought that we would get this show started off on the right foot.”

(The crowd really lays into Jim with a really loud chorus of boos)

Crimestarter: “I don’t know about everyone else in the back but I was
really looking forward to tonight. That is until I was informed that we
had to switch the location from Canada to this god awful place of
Buffalo, New York!”

(The crowd continues to boo Jim out of the building, as he definitely
isn’t making any friends with the crowd.)

Crimestarter: “You should all be standing on your feet because right in
front of you is four of the greatest wrestlers to ever grace your
presence. You are looking at four people who have done it all in this
business and tonight we will add to our already extensive resumes by
winning even more titles!”

(Crimestarter then reaches into his pocket and pulls out what appears
to be a poster. He holds it up in the view of the camera and it is an
“Elite Tradition” poster with Team Sammich on it.)

Crimestarter: “Dontre Nero and Naoki Yawny or whatever his name is,
were put on this poster as a promotional add for “Elite Tradition” by
the higher-ups in this company. These two guys have got to be the
biggest disgrace in the world to hold the DCWL Tag Team Championships.
Dontre probably won’t even show up tonight because he can’t keep his
ass out of jail long enough. He would probably be better off staying in
jail tonight actually because if he shows up here he is going to have
to deal with Detson and myself in the ring and everyone knows that if
you can avoid that you are better off. If he stayed at the jail tonight
then he would only have to worry about getting pounded by his other
mates in his cell!”

(The four guys in the ring laugh at the last remark from Jim as the
crowd can’t believe Jim just made that comment. Jim then rips the
poster of Team Sammich in pieces and throws the pieces into the crowd.)

Crimestarter: “It’s plain and simple. Tonight, the EPC is on a mission.
Vindy is going to get into this ring and take the Plunderweight Title
from Skye Ashner. Even before that happens, Detson and I are going to
beat the living crap out of Team Sammich and win the Tag Team
Championships and finally give the titles some respect that they
haven’t had in a long time. Let me go ahead and hand the microphone
over to the other person who will be wearing a Tag Team title belt
after tonight, Johnny Detson. Dontre, don’t drop the soap man!”

(Jim laughs again as he hands the microphone off to Detson. Vindy and
Jim slap hands as Guido slaps Jim on the back.)

Detson: “Welcome Buffalo, welcome to OUR PPV, Elite Tradition. Named
after us by our elite commissioner because we are the only ones on this
planet to deserve such an honor!”

(Detson laughs as the crowd showers him with boos.)

Detson: “Like Jim said before, tonight we take the tag titles home to
where they belong, in the EPC! The tag titles have been a joke for far
too long, and long have they been screaming to become elite! And when
we win the titles we aren’t going to disappear on some jihad or trip to
jail, we will display the titles for all their glory each and every
week! We will fight all worthy opponents to claim the spot of greatest
ever.”

(Detson looks at Jim and the two share a laugh.)

Detson: “But seeing how there is no worthy opponents here in the DCWL,
I guess we’ll been hanging on to those titles for quite some time! So
Noaki and if Nero makes bail he can listen too, shine those titles up,
take your picture with them, hell make one of those sandwiches you love
so much… because when you hear that EPC music hit one more time you
know that this championship reign slash fluke you got going on, will
all be coming to an end! Its all about the gold fellows, we’ll have it
and the rest of you won’t!”

(Detson takes a bow to the applause of the EPC and to the boos from the
crowd. He then hands the microphone to the Vindicator.)

Vindicator: “Skye-ama, your mama, pajama…It all goes down tonight. Two
men, two titles…At the end of the night there will be one man standing
and one title remaining. As I look around me, I know I’m surrounded by
the only legitimate athletes in this organization. And after I beat you
tonight and unify the titles, I will be holding the ONLY legitimate
singles title in the DCWL. How fitting that the holder will be part of
the organization that holds the DCWL tag titles.” 

(The boos get louder as Vindy smiles to his partners in crime.)

Vindicator: “Elite Tradition...where the Skye’s the limit? I don’t
think so…Elite Tradition is where the EPC will break the glass ceiling
and raise the bar for this entire industry. Think about it, Skye.
You’ll be part of history…or more fitting, you WILL be history after I
lay waste to you in the ring. Tonight Skye and the rest of the DCWL
will learn that you just don’t mess with the best, because we happen to
be the best at what we do. It’s not only because we’re the best…it’s
tradition!!” 

(Vindy throws the mic down and does his V symbol as the crowd boos the
EPC.  They go to exit the ring, when suddenly...) 


# ASK NOT WHAT YOUR SAMMICH CAN DO FOR YOU... #
# ... BUT WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR SAMMICH!!! #

(The arena sound system is flooded by "Little Busters" by Japanese
indie rock band The Pillows, as the crowd suddenly erupts into a unison
cheer!)

RM:  "It looks like Team Sammich isn't going to wait for the scheduled
slot for the Tag Team Championship match!"

HP:  "What the hell?!  We already know that Dontre Nero ain't anywhere
NEAR Buffalo yet!  The Sammich Punk is gonna try and fight this match
by his damn self?!  I can't WAIT to see it!  HA!"

(Suddenly, the entranceway curtains are thrown to the wind, as a MINI
BATTALION TANK rolls out onto the ramp!  The body of the tank is
painted like a triple decker BLT, and Naoki Yoneyama is riding atop the
massive weapon with both Tag Titles over his shoulders, and the look of
war on his face!)  

HP:  "What the HELL is going on here?!"

RM:  "Naoki Yoneyama isn't going to let the Elite Players steal the Tag
Team Titles from him!  He's being pro-active!"

HP:  "Looks more like Pro-WAR to Ol' Panzerotti, dammit!"

(Commissioner Guido immediately escapes the ring to hide for cover,
while the other three Elite Players look uneasy about the approaching
artillary vehicle!)

NAOKI:  "FIRE!!!"

(The massive BLT rumbles briefly, before the cannon fires off a
shrink-wrapped hoagie, which soars through the air and nails The
Vindicator in the stomach, sending him flying across the ring, and
through the ropes to the concrete floor where Guido is hiding!)

NAOKI:  "FIRE!!!"

(Again, the cannon rumbles and fires again, but Detson and Crimestarter
quickly drop to the canvas, and the glossy bomber soars over the ring
and into the crowd, where the fans are wildly cheering "SAM-MICH!
SAM-MICH!")

NAOKI:  "ATTAAAAAAAAAACK!!!"

(Suddenly, the lid of the tank pops open, and up from within the tank
emerges JESS BOLLINGER, to a MASSIVE pop from the crowd!  Bollinger is
wearing a green army helmet, as he and Naoki charge the ring, while
Detson and Crimestarter stare helplessly!)

HP:  "DAMMIT!  What the heck is Bollinger doing out there?!"

RM:  "The Elite Players screwed him out of the DCWL Tag Team
Championships, and it looks like it's time for revenge!"

HP:  "But he CAN'T be Naoki's partner, dammit!"

RM:  "It looks like the referee isn't objecting, because he's calling
for the bell!"


**DING DING DING**

Bollinger yanks the smaller Detson to his feet,
and delivers a helmet headbutt,
sending Detson crumbling back to the canvas,
as the referee moves in and claims the headgear.
Meanwhile, Crimestarter is on his knees,
looking up at Naoki and begging for mercy,
only to have the Sammich man take the two title belts,
and slam them on either side of CSJ's head,
sending his eyes into the back of his head,
before he tumbles aside to the canvas!
The crowd is on its feet wildly cheering,
as Naoki hands the titles over to the referee,
and then steps out to the ring apron.

RM:  "Yoneyama and Bollinger have had their differences in the past,
but tonight they have a common enemy and are working together for the
first time ever!"

HP:  "Guido should fine and suspend Bollinger right now, dammit!  He's
out there on the floor watching the whole damn thing!"

The referee ushers Detson to the opposite corner,
as Bollinger yanks Crimestarter to his feet,
and scoops him up for a body slam!
As soon as Jim's body hits the canvas,
Bollinger is bounding off the ropes,
and leaping up before delivering a high impact elbow drop!
Bollinger yanks CSJ back to his feet,
and then tags Yoneyama into the ring.

RM:  "They're even showing some solid Tag Team technique in their first
outing as a team, Hollywood!"

HP:  "Still don't change the fact that they're a pair of dirty crap
mongers who are trying to screw the Elite Players out of their night of
glory, dammit!"

Bollinger holds Crimestarter up in position,
as Naoki runs into the ropes,
and leaps up with a jumping butt smash,
nailing Jim in the face, and knocking Bollinger backwards,
before the Outlaw exits to the apron.
CSJ is down on his hands and knees,
as Naoki leaps up from the mat,
and lands with both feet onto Jim's back,
flattening him to the canvas.
Naoki sits down on Crimestarter's back,
and reaches down, grabbing the right hand of Jim,
before suddenly yanking back on his pinky finger,
and screaming "GIVE UP! GIVE UP! GIVE UP!"
The referee moves into position,
as Crimestarter winces from the surprising pain being inflicted.

RM:  "Naoki Yoneyama is actually dominating Crimestarter Jim!"

HP:  "Hell, it was Naoki that screwed CSJ out of a damn spot in the
PlunderQuest Tournament finals back at Demented Quest!  Dammit, I hate
that stupid sammich humper!"

The referee asks Crimestarter if he wants to submit,
to which he barks, "HELL NO! GET OUTTA MY FACE!"
As the referee backs off,
Naoki reaches over top of Crimestarter's head,
and pokes him in the eyes with two fingers!
Jim grunts from the stinging pain,
while the referee chides Yoneyama about the illegal tactic.
Naoki rises up from Jim's back,
and then tags Bollinger into the ring again,
while the crowd cheers on their dominance!
Naoki sits back down on Crimestarter,
holding him in place for Bollinger.
Instead, Jess soars across the ring,
and nails Detson with a forearm smash!

HP:  "What the hell does that idiot Bollinger think he's doing,
dammit?!"

RM:  "I think it's pretty clear what he's doing, Hollywood!  Jess
Bollinger is getting inside the heads of the Elite Players!"

Detson falls off the apron,
but immediately charges into the ring under the ropes,
where he is greeted by a stern referee!
The ref distraction allows Bollinger to return to CSJ,
and apply a double fisted chokehold on him,
while Naoki does a Sammich Dance on his way back to the apron.
Detson makes no headway with the referee,
and finally exits the ring,
as Bollinger times his choke release perfectly,
leaving CSJ coughing violently as the ref turns around.

RM:  "These are the sort of tactics that the Elite Players had likely
planned on using tonight, and is surely the reason why they made sure
Bollinger and Akbar lost the titles to Team Sammich a couple weeks
ago!"

HP:  "RUBBISH!  Jess Bollinger is just as much a criminal as Dontre
Nero, dammit.  The Buffalo police should lock both idiots away and
throw away the damn key!"

Bollinger yanks Crimestarter to his feet,
winding up for a punch,
but it is blocked by Jim, who responds with a punch of his own!
The Outlaw quickly responds with a knee to the gut,
followed by an eye rake, quickly ruining Jim's comeback.
Bollinger scoops CSJ up into body slam position,
but then moves towards the corner,
slamming him upside down into the buckles,
and then hooking his ankle into the top buckle rigging!

RM:  "THE TREE OF WOE!"

HP:  "Jess Bollinger is gonna be in a freaking WORLD of trouble for all
that he's doing to the Elite Players tonight, dammit!"

Bollinger delivers a series of kicks to Jim's face and chest,
before tagging Naoki back into the ring!
Yoneyama slings himself over the top rope,
and begins spinning around in the middle of the ring,
screaming, "YAYAYAYAYAAYAYAYAYAAAAH!!!"
Once he stops, Naoki appears a little light-headed,
before he moves towards the opposite corner,
and begins climbing the ropes towards the top turnbuckle!

HP:  "What the hell is this idiot doing now?!"

RM:  "Crimestarter Jim is too far away!  He'll never reach CSJ from
that distance!"

Crimestarter struggles in his trapped position,
as Yoneyama lets out a war cry from the top rope,
slaps his forehead a few times,
and then takes a massive leap, going for a flying headbutt!
And as expected...
.
.
.

*! THUNK !*

Naoki smashes his face into the middle of the canvas,
a solid five feet away from where CSJ is hung in the Tree of Woe!
Bollinger is shaking his head in disbelief,
as Detson runs around on the apron,
and unhooks Jim's ankle from the top buckle!

HP:  "It's about damn time!  This has got to be the longest that the
Sammich Goomba went without doing something completely stupid."

RM:  "Crimestarter Jim is free from the Tree of Woe, and now it's a
race to make the tag!"

Detson returns to his corner,
shouting at Crimestarter to go make the tag,
while Naoki is still laid out in the middle of the ring.
CSJ begins a slow crawl towards his corner,
while The Vindicator slaps the apron to inspire his compadre.
Suddenly, Naoki does a front roll, springing back to his feet,
showing almost no effects from the careless dive.
He sees Bollinger shouting for the tag,
and quickly makes a move to do so,
just as Guido the Great hops onto the ring apron,
drawing the referee's attention!
Naoki makes the tag to Bollinger,
who charges into the ring like a house of fire,
attacking CSJ and preventing the tag to Detson!

HP:  "HA!  The referee didn't see the damn tag!"

RM:  "Commissioner Guido is overstepping his boundaries as the head
administrator of the DCWL!"

The referee turns and sees Bollinger illegally in the ring,
and immediately pulls him away from Crimestarter,
starting an heated argument between the two.
Meanwhile, The Vindicator folds up a steel chair,
and takes a big swing at Naoki on the apron,
smashing the chair across his back,
making Yoneyama instantly collapse to the concrete floor.
Vindy yanks him up into a standing headscissors,
quickly underhooks the arms, and nails a Double Underhook Piledriver!

RM:  "NO!  TOTAL VINDICATION ON NAOKI ON THE FLOOR!"

HP:  "YES!  Turnaround is fair play, Manning!"

RM:  "Maybe so, but Naoki and Bollinger don't have a couple of goons to
run distractions on the floor!  There's nothing fair about this at
all!"

The Vindicator rolls Naoki into the ring,
as Bollinger finally has no choice but to exit the ring,
immediately noticing his partner motionless on the canvas,
and being unable to do anything about it,
as Crimestarter makes a legal tag to Johnny Detson!
Detson enters the ring,
rubbing his hands together while glaring at Bollinger,
knowing that Naoki is in no condition to defend himself.
Detson yanks Yoneyama to his feet,
and then sets up for a vertical suplex,
hoisting Naoki into the air and down to the canvas.
He holds onto the necklock,
and then rolls to his feet again,
before hoisting Naoki up again, and down with a second vertical suplex!

HP:  "GIMMIE ONE MORE!  HA!  Ol' Panzerotti has never been happier to
see a lame ol' vertical suplex!"

Detson rolls to his feet another time,
and easily hoists Naoki up a third time,
but this time, he drops Naoki forward towards the ropes,
and then uses the slingshot to execute a full impact brainbuster!

RM:  "THE GRAND FINALE!  Johnny Detson just nailed one of his signature
moves, one I don't think we've ever see in the DCWL!"

Naoki's body is a limp mess,
as Detson executes a sloppy cover,
while he looks up at Bollinger, winking an eye.
The referee counts:

ONE
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.

TWO
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.

Bollinger charges into the ring,
and kicks Detson in the side of the head,
breaking the pinfall!
Crimestarter re-enters the ring,
moving in on Bollinger with a double ax-handle,
but Bollinger counters with an elbow to the gut!
Jess charges into the ropes,
just as The Vindicator pulls down the top rope,
sending Bollinger spilling out to the concrete floor,
at the foot of the Sammich Tank!

HP:  "YES!  Get that monkey humper out of the ring, Vindy!  He doesn't
belong in this damn match, anyways!"

RM:  "Jess Bollinger is down on the floor, and Naoki Yoneyama is still
knocked silly inside the ring!  The Elite Players are in completely
control now!"

Bollinger is slightly stunned on the floor,
as The Vindicator moves in again,
and applies a standing headscissors on Bollinger!
The Outlaw quickly counters out into a backdrop,
sending Vindy down on the concrete floor!
Suddenly, Guido charges in towards him,
but Bollinger catches Milano by the shirt collar,
and looks out to the crowd to a HUGE cheer!
Bollinger rears up to strike the Commissioner,
but The Vindicator grabs him from behind,
and slams Bollinger's head into the massive steel Sammich Tank!
Jess crumbles to the floor,
where Vindy and Guido begin putting the boots to him.

RM:  "Jess Bollinger is being swamped on the floor, and Johnny Detson
is completely dominating Naoki inside the ring!  It's getting worse and
worse for Team Sammich's tag title reign!"

Inside the ring, Crimestarter picks up Naoki,
and drapes him over his knee in a backbreaker position,
as Johnny Detson heads to the top rope, facing the crowd.
The crowd is loudly jeering,
as Detson leaps back with a senton bomb,
crashing down onto Naoki's upper body and head,
crunching his back into Crimestarter's knee!

RM:  "WOW!  THE SHOWSTOPPER!  The Elite Players have turned the
Showstopper into a brutal double team move!  It's all over now, folks."

HP:  "You said it, Manning!  NEW CHAMPIONS, BABY!"

The referee ushers Crimestarter to the apron,
as Detson surveys the complete dominance at ringside,
before he makes a lateral press on Naoki.
The referee counts:

ONE
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TWO
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Suddenly, the crowd erupts into wild cheers,
as DONTRE NERO charges down the aisle in blue jeans and t-shirt,
sliding into the ring like a rocket,
and breaking up the pinfall attempt!

HP:  "NOOO!!!  What the hell is this idiot doing here?!"

RM:  "Dontre Nero is Naoki's tag team partner, remember?"

HP:  "Then what the hell is Jess Bollinger?!"

RM:  "A substitute ... a placeholder until Nero arrived at the HSBC
Arena in Buffalo!  And the fans LOVE that he's here!"

Crimestarter Jim enters the ring quickly,
but is met just as quickly with a clothesline,
sending him over the top rope to the concrete floor!
Detson rises to his feet quickly,
only to be met with a massive big boot to the face,
flattening him out in the middle of the ring!

HP:  "Ring the bell, ref!  This is outside interference of the worst
kind, dammit!"

RM:  "Dontre Nero is Naoki's tag partner, Hollywood!"

The fresh Nero picks Detson up to his feet, 
and sends him into the buckles.
Nero sprints into the corner, 
crushing Detson in the corner with a clothesline!
Vindicator and Guido quickly turn their attention to the ring,
and look at each other in shock!
Detson stumbles out of the corner, 
and is taken down to the ground with a vicious spinebuster by Nero!
The crowd is on its feet with electricity,
as Vindy and Guido both slide into the ring.

RM:  "Now THIS is cause for disqualification!  The referee needs to
regain control of this match!"

HP:  "YEAH!  Throw Dontre Nero out of the damn building already!"

Vindicator sprints at Nero with a clothesline,
but Nero ducks it and charges Guido,
clotheslining him off his feet, 
sending his body in a complete backflip!
Nero keeps the momentum, hitting the ropes, 
and rebounding back, nailing Vindicator with another clothesline,
sending him over the ropes to the floor!

RM:  "Dontre Nero is cleaning house with ALL of the Elite Players!  The
tide has turned!  Team Sammich is in the driver's seat again!"

Nero spots Guido getting to his feet,
and grabs Guido around his throat,
as the fans erupt in excited cheers!
Behind Nero, a groggy Crimestarter Jim slides into the ring.
He drapes an arm over the chest of the still-downed Naoki,
and the ref drops to the mat, into position:

ONE 
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TWO 
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Nero lifts Guido over his head, ready for a slam ...

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THREE!!!


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "Here are your winners ... and NEEEEEEW DCWL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS
... JOOOOOHNNY DETSOOOOON and CRIMESTAAAAARTER JEEEEEEEM!!!"

(Nero immediately drops Guido, spinning around in time to see The
Vindicator pulling Detson out of the ring, as Crimestarter retrieves
the title belts from ringside with a victory yell!  Jess Bollinger is
just starting to come around in front of the tank, as the Elite Players
pass him by while heading towards the backstage area to celebrate.)

HP:  "YES!!!  HA HAAA!!!  They did it, dammit!  Every one of the Elite
Players is decorated in GOLD now, baby!"

RM:  "It took FOUR men to defeat Team Sammich for the tag titles,
Hollywood ... can they really take pride in a victory of this elk?"

HP:  "What?!  Yoneyama had TWO freaking tag team partners, and they
STILL couldn't keep his ass from being pinned!"

RM:  "Well, there's no question that Team Sammich deserves a rematch
for the titles, and it should be scheduled as soon as possible."

(Dontre Nero is kneeling over Naoki Yoneyama, who is still somewhat
spaced out from the double team beating he took earlier.  Jess
Bollinger rolls into the ring, and kicks the ropes as he watches the
Elite Players depart with the gold.  Nero and Bollinger lock eyes, with
an undefined intensity passed between them.)

HP:  "Now if this ain't a trio of monkey humping losers, I don't know
what the hell is!  HA!"

RM:  "We've got to keep things rolling, folks, so let's send our
cameras backstage for an interview before moving along to our next
match."

(Cut to a shot of the parking garage of the arena. A couple people are
milling around. The newest addition to the DCWL interview team, Dee
Jackson, is standing around with a microphone in his hand. Dee Jackson
is a afro-american about 26, 6ft and about 145 pounds. He is wearing an
old buffalo bills throwback Jersey with O.J. Simpson's number, dockers
Khakis and urban hiking boots. He makes a "come here" motion with his
hands as he comes on camera.) 

DJ: Whassup DCWL hardcores...I am Dee Jackson the newest holder of the
mic for the DCWL. I am back up in here trying to get the 411 from the
arriving superstars. DCWL up in Flo like a mofo. 

(Jackson poses with his arms crossed across his chest and a smirk on
his face. He walks over to the Maroon viper parked next to a column. He
looks at the car then back to the camera.) 

DJ: This is the ride of the one and only V-man. The MetroMega Star from
jersey. 

(Jackson throws up the V sign to the boos of the crowd in the arena.) 

DJ: Now Now Now to do not Elite Player hate people...this is such a
rollin piece of art even Rich Manning can get some sumpthn-sumpthn in
this. Rich Manning gettin sumpthn sumpthn from anybody is a rare thing
anyway. 

(The boos continue as he walks to a worn out blue pinto. Jackson starts
to point and laugh.) 

DJ: This has to be Mark Haley's broke ass ride....Only thing I wonder
about this car is when the clowns are gonna start coming out of it HA
HA HA. 

(Dee's laugher is drowned out by the unmistakable sound of a
Harley-Davidson engine. Dee looks around to see a customed red,white
and blue bike roll into that level of the garage. the over head lights
gleem off the soild chrome rims of the machine. The bike is steamlined
and low to the ground and the handle bars are far in the front of the
bike.The paint of the bike is done in an american flag style. The
motocycle has neon blue ground effects Dee seems to be impressed by the
bike till it rolls to a stop and Matt Cole steps off it . Cole is
dressed in his biker leathers and the Bloodcircle colors on the back of
his jacket. Cole takes the saddle bags of the bike and begins to walk
to the dressing rooms...but Dee Jackson cuts Cole off.) 

DJ: Well ain't it King cracker..Matt Cole-slaw. 

(Cole keeps walking past Jackson..ignoring him. Jackson keeps pace and
continues.) 

DJ: You got nuthin to say? Nuthin to say about the whuppin dat ass is
going to get tonight? Noah gonna smoke you PUNK! 

(Cole stops for a second..doesn't even look at Jackson.) 

Cole: Which street corner they get you from? 

DJ: What you mean? 

(Cole turns to look at Jackson.) 

Cole: You dressed like a street punk...sound like one to...so I just
wondered if the DCWL has really gone in the shitter since the walking
oil slick started runnin things. 

(Cole begins to walk away but Jackson gets in his face.) 

DJ: YOU think I'm a PUNK redneck? 

(Cole moves around him and starts to walk away again. Jackson grabs
Cole by the shoulder. Cole turns around to face Jackson again.) 

DJ : You ain't nuthin ... You just a bitch like that ragged out niece
of yours. 

(Cole is remarkably calm as Jackson spurts more insults at him.) 

DJ: The EPC is the show here ta-night cripple...you just better
recognize who's show this is. You just need to get in a coffin next to
yo boyfriend and save these people the trouble seein yer ass gettin
whupped...AI-RIGHT? 

(Jackson does his chillin pose again and nods at Cole. Cole slaps the
side of Jackson's face and the *POW* echoes thru the parking lot.
Jackson slumps to one knee, holding his cheek. Cole walks away saying
one last thing.) 

Cole: Ya touch my sled you die. 

(Jackson pouts as he holds his face.) 

DJ: Back to you Hollywood.

(Camera cuts to the broadcast table, where Hollywood Panzerotti's face
is krinkled up in disgust.)

HP:  "Who the hell hired that piece of trash?!"

RM:  "I've never even heard his name before, Hollywood ... hopefully
he's just a co-op student, and will be sent back to college in a couple
weeks."

HP:  "If Matt Cole's hick ass doesn't do it, then Ol' Panzerotti will
whoop his monkey ass out of the DCWL by the end of the freaking night!"

RM:  "Let's hit the ring for our next match of the night!"


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "The following contest is the SOAPBOX REVENGE MATCH, and is
scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit!  Introducing
first..."


#  "Just watch me."  #

(And with that, the video wall blacks out, and it's the slow twang of
"Goin' Out West" by Tom Waits on the PA.) 

PA:  "... hailing from Saskatoon, Saskatchewn ... standing at an even
6-feet ... and weighing 236 pounds ... here is JACKSOOOOON
HUUUUUUUNTER!!!"

(Our blue-haired friend parts the curtain, and one can recognize him by
the onmi-present smirk, and with his entrance a feedback entreched
electric guitar breaks in. This is Jackson Hunter. The video wall
dispays images of frog-splashes, chair-smashes, and other wholesome
family-friendly images.) 

% Well I'm goin' out west %
% Where the wind blows tall %
% 'Cause Tony Franciosa %
% Used to date my ma %
% They got some money out there %
% They're giving it away %
% I'm gonna do what I want %
% And I'm gonna get paid %
% Do what I want %
% And I'm gonna get paid % 

(Jax slowly struts his way down to the ring, happily ignoring the
entirety of humanity surrounding, adjusting his black elbow pads. He
has matching boots and-- undoubtably very expensive-- black tights with
iridescent silver snakeskin patterning.) 

% Little brown sausages %
% Lying in the sand %
% I ain't no extra baby %
% I'm a leading man %
% Well my parole officer %
% Will be proud of me %
% With my Olds 88 %
% And the devil on a leash %
% My Olds 88 %
% And the devil on a leash % 

(As Jax reaches the end of the aisle, he dashes, sliding into the ring.
He mounts the middle turnbuckle, but facing AWAY from the crowd, and
raises his arms, seemingly to himself.) 

% Well I know karate, voodoo too %
% I'm gonna make myself available to you %
% I don't need no make up %
% I got real scars %
% I got hair on my chest %
% I look good without a shirt % 

PA:  "And his opponent..."

(The sounds of "Violet" by Savage Garden begins to fill the arena, and
the fans immediately begin to cheer loudly, as a spotlight illuminates
the entranceway.)

PA:  "... from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ... standing 5-feet-8-inches,
and weighing 139 pounds ... here is EEEEEEVELYN!!!"

(Evelynn steps out from the back. As the crowd screams, she poses at
the top of the ramp, looking out, with her palms skyward, her right
knee turned in, and her heel slightly off of the ground. At that
gesture, a shower of white and blue sparks falls on either side of her.
When the pyrotechnics are done, she resumes her walk to the ring. She
climbs up the stairs and through the ropes. When she reaches the
centre of the ring, she blows a kiss to the fans.)

HP:  "Ol' Panzerotti's got a place those sweet can blow a kiss..."

RM:  "HOLLYWOOD!  Show some level of tact, please!"

HP:  "Tact?  Coming from the world's oldest virgin ... damn, I really
must have been out of line!  BAH!"

(Evelynn is a very attractive and muscular young Caucasian woman.
Usually her skin carries a nice tan. The only thing marring her skin is
a small tattoo of the Eye of Horus centred on the back of her left
shoulder.  Her brown hair hangs loose down to her hips, although she
normally places it in a ponytail or a braid. Her eyes are only a
slightly darker shade of brown than her hair. She wears a navy blue,
skin-tight catsuit that stretches from ankles to half-way up her
neck.  Along the outsides of her arms and legs are cut-out circles
ringed with a dark shade of yellow.  There is a similar, slightly
larger cut-out on the front of the suit, above her breasts.  Evelynn
and Jackson lock eyes, as the referee calls for the bell.)


**DING DING DING**

Jackson and Evelynn slowly approach each other,
Both of them stopping at a safe distance,
Each eyeing the other carefully,
Neither one quite ready to make the first move.
Evelynn suddenly darts towards Jackson,
Attempting to lock up with him,
But Hunter is too quick and goes down to the mat,
Bringing Evelynn down with a drop toe hold.
He tries to float over and secure a front face hold,
In an attempt to complete the STF submission,
But Evelynn quickly flips onto her back and kicks him off,
Sending him halfway across the ring,
And the two of them quickly scramble to their feet.

RM:  "These two really didn't have much time to scout each other before
the match, and it looks like they're in the process of feeling each
other out at the moment."

HP:  "If I was Jackson, I'd rather be trying to feel Evelynn up!  HA!"

The two combatants close to a safe distance once more,
Circling each other as they both wait for an opening,
Trying to get a feel for the other's rhythm.
This time, Jackson makes the first aggressive move,
Charging the newest member of the DCWL,
But Evelynn drops down and turns her back to Hunter,
Grabbing his head and pulling him down in a snapmare,
Sending him flying over her and down to the mat.
She reaches for his legs and attempts to turn him over,
But Jackson manages to scissorlock her arm,
And tries to bring her down into an armbar,
Only to have her flip him over and go for an ankle lock!
He kicks her away and spins back up to his feet,
The crowd showing its appreciation for the exchange.

RM:  "A textbook combination of reversals there, Hollywood!"

HP:  "Who cares?!  This is boring!  Let's see some real violence!"

Evelynn and Jackson circle each other once again,
But this time they close in much more quickly,
Both of them reaching in to lock up with the other.
Jackson spins out to the side of Evelynn,
Wraps his arm around her neck and hooks her leg,
And falls forward into a forward Russian leg sweep,
Driving Evelynn face down into the mat!
Jackson comes to his feet with her only moments behind,
But it's enough for him to pull her into an Irish whip,
Sending her into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring.
When she comes back, he drops down for a back body drop,
But she spins behind him and grabs his waist,
Sending him over and down to the mat with a German suplex!

RM:  "It looks like Evelynn's speed is helping her react a bit more 
quickly as they learn each other's technique, Hollywood."

HP:  "So you're saying she's a fast woman, then, Manning?!"

RM:  "Absolutely, and ... HEY!  NO!"

She climbs to her feet and gets some distance,
As Hunter stands back up and shakes out the cobwebs.
Evelynn runs past Jackson and bounces off the ropes,
And comes back charging him from behind;
Her arm darts out to grab his head as she passes,
Then she leaps forward and drops to the mat,
Planting his face with a rapidly executed bulldog.
Immediately she leaps back to her feet and runs to the corner,
Not wasting any time as she ascends the turnbuckle.
After spending half a second to align herself on top,
She leaps off and hits Hunter with a beautiful shooting star press!
Hooking a leg, she goes for the pin:

ONE

.

.

.

TWO

--KICKOUT!

The referee waves off the count as Hunter gets his shoulders up,
So Evelynn pulls Jackson up quickly to press the advantage,
But he punches her in the gut on the way back up,
Causing her to double over as he climbs to his feet.
He slips around behind her and secures an reverse facelock,
Then drops her down to the mat with an inverted DDT!
Jackson slides across to grab both of Evelynn's legs,
And begins to turn her over onto her stomach.
She tries her best to keep him from doing so,
But his weight gives him the advantage in the struggle,
And he turns her over into a halfway-elevated Boston Crab!

RM:  "Jackson Hunter has Evelynn locked in his rather effective 
Half-Crab submission hold!"

HP:  "Anything that forces a woman that hot into submission is worth 
learning, in my book!  HA!"

The referee quickly looks over the situation, 
to make sure the hold is clean,
Before dropping down to the mat to watch Evelynn's hand,
Waiting to see if she'll tap out to the Half-Crab.
Her head is lowered to the mat and her teeth are clenched in pain,
As she slowly begins inching towards the ropes,
Using her arms to painstakingly crawl her way to freedom.
The DCWL fans are on their feet cheering for Evelynn,
Showing their support for her as she tries to fight out of the hold,
But just as her hand comes a few inches from grasping the bottom rope,
And from taking grasp of freedom from the submission hold,
Jackson pulls her right back into the very center of the ring.

RM:  "Smart move by Hunter there to keep the Half-Crab on Evelynn, who 
looks like she's in a lot of pain right now."

HP:  "Gee, thanks, Captain Obvious, we couldn't see that or anything."

The pain inflicted by the hold is quite clear on Evelynn's face,
Her eyes tightly squeezed shut, 
as she once more crawls towards the ropes.
Jackson shifts to allow himself to get a better hold on her legs,
But this time Evelynn is prepared for Hunter's change in leverage,
And she forces her legs down and to the side sharply,
Causing Jackson to lose his balance and release the submission.
Evelynn gets to her feet as quickly as she's capable of doing so,
But she clutches her back and uses the ring ropes for support,
And her opponent is already standing and ready by the time she stands.
He easily slips behind her and pulls her hands behind her back,
Applying a double chickenwing, 
and pulling her up and over in a suplex!

RM:  "Hunter with a devastating tiger suplex on Evelynn--and Jackson 
bridges for the pin!"

The referee counts:

ONE
.

.

.

.

TWO
.

.

--KICKOUT!

Somehow Evelynn manages to kick and twist out of the bridging pin,
Despite the pain in her back caused by Jackson's Half-Crab submission.
But Hunter is quick to get to his feet again,
And he is clearly determined to keep her from getting to her feet,
As he lays into her body with a series of vicious stomps.
After putting his black boots to her ribs and stomach several times,
He tugs her up to her feet and whips her into the ropes,
And upon her return he catches her and slides behind her.
Once more he pulls her head back into an inverted facelock,
But this time he quickly spins out to the side,
Wrenching her neck around as he drops down to the mat,
Bringing her down into a reverse neckbreaker.

RM:  "And Jackson really seems to have taken control of this match as
he nails the Almighty Smite-meister on Evelynn!"

HP:  "Get her, Jax!  She looks more comfortable on her back anyway!"

Hunter floats over and makes a lateral press,
As the referee counts:

ONE
.

.

.

.

TWO
.

.

.

.

.

.

THR--

RM:  "NO! Evelynn gets her foot on the ropes!"

Evelynn digs down deep and kicks her foot up onto the bottom rope,
Causing the referee to wave off the three-count,
And drawing a big cheer from the HSBC Arena's capacity crowd!
Jackson seems considerably less pleased with her refusal to lose,
As he scrambles to his feet and gets in the referee's face,
Complaining loudly about the inadequate speed of his count.
This gives Evelynn enough time to get back to her feet,
Although she has to pull herself up with the ropes to do it.
But Hunter sees her out of the corner of his eye,
And whirls around to give her a sharp kick to the stomach,
Forcing her down into a standing headscissors,
And hooking her arms up behind her back with his own.

RM:  "Jackson Hunter going for the win, and I'm afraid this will--NO!"

HP:  "NO! DAMN IT!"

RM:  "YES! Evelynn dug down deep and managed to avoid a certain loss by
escaping Hunter's Broken Arrow with a back body drop!"

HP:  "How the hell did she DO that?"

RM: "...I, uh... I just told you, Hollywood.  It took a lot out of her,
though, and now both competitors are down!"

Both Jackson and Evelynn stay down on the mat for a few seconds,
But they begin to stand just before the referee begins his 10-count,
With Hunter just getting to his feet an instant before his opponent.
He charges Evelynn with a clothesline but she ducks his arm,
Causing Hunter to charge right through the attempted attack,
And she turns to face him as he bounces off the ring ropes.
He goes for another clothesline but she catches his wrist this time,
Taking him over and down to the mat, 
with a quick belly-to-belly suplex.
Evelynn hops up and climbs the nearest turnbuckle rapidly;
By the time Hunter has gotten back up to his feet,
Evelynn is crouched on the topmost corner behind him,
The fans roaring with anticipation as she waits for him to turn around.

RM:  "Evelynn has managed to turn this match around in a matter of 
moments, Hollywood, and it looks like she's pressing her advantage!"

HP:  "Dammit, why are the fun ones always so stupid?  BEHIND YOU, JAX!"

The crowd noise builds as Evelynn lowers herself further,
Ready to spring off the turnbuckle and pounce on her prey.
Jackson woozily tries to train his focus on his opponent,
And finally manages to turn himself around and face her directly,
Just in time to see her flying feet-first at his head.
A few camera flashes go off as Evelynn executes a beautiful dropkick,
And nails Jackson squarely in the face, 
despite the long distance of the leap.
Hunter goes down to the mat hard as Evelynn leaps back up,
Runs the short distance to the nearest set of ropes,
And springs off them to hit Jackson with a moonsault!

RM:  "Oh, LORD, that looked painful!  A deadly missle dropkick on
Hunter from the top rope, and I think I heard Jackson's head snap back
from over here!"

HP:  "DAMN IT, JAX!  GET UP!"

RM:  "Evelynn follows it up with a moonsault and stays on for the 
cover!"

The referee is in position,
and makes the count:

ONE
.

.

.

.

TWO
.

.

.

.

--KICKOUT!

Jackson kicks out of the pin with force and authority this time,
Clearly frustrated as he senses the momentum shift in Evelynn's favor,
While the fire in Evelynn's eyes grows more intense by the moment.
The two of them begin exchanging punches even as they stand together,
Going toe to toe with neither one of them willing to give up an inch,
Fists flying back and forth between the two combatants.
Evelynn finally blocks one of Jackson's punches and grabs his arm,
And sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip,
But as she follows Hunter and extends her arm to clothesline him,
He does the same with his own arm,
And the two of them go down and hit the mat together!

RM:  "This match has gotten very intense very quickly, and it seems to 
have taken a lot out of both of these incredible talents, as they're 
both slow to get up after that!"

HP:  "Come on, quit playing possum and go for the kill, Jax!"

Evelynn is the first back up, 
and she tries to kick Jackson in the side,
But he manages to catch her leg mid-air and gives her a cocky grin.
She simply grins right back, 
and uses her grounded leg to spring into the air,
Bringing it across his head and taking him down to the mat.
She uses the momentary advantage to scale the turnbuckles, 
for the third time tonight,
This time keeping her back to the inside of the ring,
Her right arm out to the side and her left up in the air.
Flashbulbs go off in greater quantity this time as she hesitates,
Waiting for Hunter to get back to his feet,
And then she moonsaults off the top turnbuckle, 
and clotheslines Jackson,
Catching him right in the larynx and sending him down once more!

RM:  "SNAPDRAGON! That's the second time Evelynn has connected with the
Snapdragon on Jackson Hunter, and it looks like she's going to get a
victory over him with it this time!"

HP:  "HA! Not if he has anything to say about it!"

RM:  "Not if--who do you--oh, no, not him!"

HP:  "Go get her, Ratt!"

As Evelynn rolls back up to her feet,
Ratt Klyczofvski emerges from the crowd and hops over the guard rail,
And slips under the ring ropes, 
unnoticed by the opponent of his "client."
Before the referee can react to his sudden appearance,
And just as Evelynn is moving in to pin Jackson Hunter for the win,
He slips his arms around her thighs and holds on for dear life,
Then proceeds to enthusiastically hump her leg!
The crowd goes berserk for the bizarre display,
But it quickly becomes clear that Evelynn is far less amused,
As she forcefully whirls her leg around and jams him against the ropes,
Driving her shin forward into the brazen Ratt's crotch,
Effectively stopping the Unstoppable Sex Machine.

RM:  "That didn't look pleasant at all, Hollywood.  I think Ratt is 
probably regretting his decision to get involved in this match right
now."

HP:  "Oh, wow, Manning.  You're freaking brilliant.  No kidding."

As Ratt staggers around the ring holding his damaged goods,
Evelynn watches for a moment or two in quiet amusement,
Then her patience runs out and she grabs him by the hair.
She leaps into the air and drops down onto the mat,
Slamming Ratt's face down hard with her Maiden's Kiss,
The X-Factor-style mat slam causing him to writhe in excruciating pain!
But before Evelynn can move from her seated position,
A newly-conscious Jackson Hunter manages to slip behind her,
Then grabs her by the legs and pulls them up and over,
Forcing her onto her back, 
and pinning her shoulders to the mat's surface,
And grabbing a fistful of her catsuit for insurance!

ONE
.

.

.

.

TWO
.

.

.

.

.

.

.


THREE!!!


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "Here is your winner... JAAAAAACKSON HUUUUUUUNNNTERRRR!"

(The crowd boos loudly for Jackson's illegally manufactured victory, as
Jackson quickly grabs Ratt's fallen body and slips out of the ring, 
clearly wanting to get out of the area as quickly as possible.  He
tries to help Ratt up the entrance ramp as Evelynn burns a hole in his
chest with her eyes.)

RM:  "Jackson Hunter steals the victory!  Ratt Klyczofvski caused
enough distraction without getting his charge disqualified, allowing
Jackson to score a cheap win."

HP:  "Cheap and easy ... it's the best damn way for a woman to be,
Manning!  I wonder how easy it would be to get her out of that freaking
cat suit ... or at least to eat a hole through it!"

RM:  "Folks, we need to get out of here before Hollywood earns the DCWL
an NC-17 rating!"

(The camera cuts to the backstage area, where the Vindicator can be
seen walking around with the Purebreed title snapped securely around
his waist. He spots the submission specialist, Naja Takemara in the
distance, who is standing, his head still battered and swollen from
Haplo's assualt. With a smirk, on his face, Vindy unstraps the
Purebreed belt from his waist and sneaks up behind Naja. Rather than
plastering him with the belt, he comes from behind and dangles it in
front of Naja. Naja turns around to face Vindy.) 

Vindicator: "Looking for something?" 

Naja: "I was looking for someone with talent and decency..." (looks
around) "Nope...no one like that around here...Nice belt, by the
way...do you use it to hold up your pants like a big boy? Is that it?
You needed to wear the big boy pants? I'm sure your mother will be
proud...no more changing lil' Vindy's diapers!" 

Vindicator: "Calm down...There's no need to ruffle your feathers Naja.
I already took what I wanted from you. I wanted to wish you luck in
your match with Tawny. I like what you've been doing to her
lately...the mind games are great. You see, Tawny's mind is just like
her body.....it's easy to penetrate and even easier to break. As I've
shown the world time and time again, I've outclassed her in every way
imaginable...So now it's your turn...Tonight you will break
her...Tonight you will make her tap....You will make her realize that
the chances of her EVER becoming DCWL Grand Champ are about as slim as
Ashner's chances against me tonight..." 

Naja: "Tawny, Tawny, Tawny...Somehow, I can't seem to focus on
Blake...I should. I need to focus on Blake...but I can't. All I see
when I close my eyes is that big, stupid Greek. When I get up in the
morning, his rank BO seems to be hovering around me. When I go to bed,
I have dreams about maiming him...He's clouding my brain, Vindy! He's
making me crazy...And now, I have to try to focus on Tawny
Blake...which is so silly because she already knows that she can't beat
me without cracking me in the mellon with a bat. To make this poor,
misguided lass go sixty minutes with the Pinnacle of
Perfection...that's just wrong." 

Vindicator: So you think you have what it takes, Naja? Can you last 60
minutes? Are you an iron man?" 

Naja: "Last sixty minutes? Who would even want to last that long? After
five or six, I'm about ready to just call it a night...I want to go to
sleep by then...OH! Wait! You mean in the match with Tawny! Silly me, I
thought you were talking about something...else...Anyhow, Iron Man...Of
course I can last sixty minutes. When you talk about submissions,
you're not talking about driving someone through a series of
tables...like that stinking Greek monkey did to me...you're talking
about outlasting someone with skill, stamina, and above all else,
strategy. I am the master strategist, Vindy...you know that...I almost
beat you a number of times...even despite your trained monkeys
interfering..." 

(Vindy smiles with a level of arrogance that would make Donald Trump
look humble.) 

Vindicator: "You know what? Even if you do last through the match, your
60 minute accomplishment will pale in comparison to what I've done. At
the end of the night, you may be called an iron man, but I will always
be known as the man of steel in the DCWL. Superman has got nothing on
me. I've lasted OVER 90 minutes and beaten 29 wrestlers in 1 match. But
hey, no one is trying to compare you to me...Your 60 minute
accomplishment will be impressive for the other wrestlers in your
class." 

Naja: (fakes a big yawn) "What? Vindy--you're still talking? I'm sorry,
man...All I heard was, 'Blah, blah, blah...blah blah blah...Inflated
ego...blah, blah, blah...I'm horny for Superman, blah, blah, blah...I
have no class.' Really--I tried to listen and all I got was static man.
Maybe you need to get your transmitter checked." 

Vindicator: "Did I strike a nerve? Perhaps you should be focusing on
that old hag you're facing in the ring later tonight, instead of me.
I've backed up all my claims in the ring....Can you do the same? Why
don't you go out there and show me you're MORE than an iron man....Why
don't you go out there and pin Tawny time after time after time
tonight? Make her tap so much that the skin on the bottom of her hand
calluses over. Think you can shut her out? Prove it! Prove the claim
that you're as good as you say you are...Prove you are half as good as
I am..." 

Naja: "Prove I'm half as good as your are? Well, the only way I would
know how to do that is to actually GIVE your mother an orgasm while I
was giving her the ol' Naja Hammer...because I know she complains that
you've never been able to...Chrissakes, Vindicator! What makes you
think I've got to prove ANYTHING to you? I think the PEOPLE already
know which of us is better. They all saw that sham of a title match we
had...they all saw you get manhandled by me in the ring. They all KNOW
what would have happened if your two fluffers weren't there to play
backdoor boys for you. Hell, I called my bookie and put money down on
ASHNER tonight! You hear me? ASHNER! I honestly believe that Ashner is
going to smoke you tonight...what the hell does that say about how much
I really feel I have to prove anything to you. I can take out Tawny...I
can take you out. Put that big, greasy ape Haplo in the ring and I'll
take him out. I can walk the walk, Big Poppa. I don't have to prove it
to you. Because deep in your callous little heart--you KNOW how good I
am." 

Vindicator: "Elite Tradition is where the best will survive and the
rest will nose dive...The EPC will be riding high tonight. What's it
going to be, Naja? You going to reach for the stars or just be seeing
them after your match tonight? The choice is yours....As for me
tonight, there is no choice...I WILL beat Ashner and unify the titles.
Perhaps you will be in line for a shot of my title after tonight...but
then again, maybe you won't." 

Naja: "And maybe we don't have to wait for some title shot after
tonight? Maybe we just settle this now, like men, in the parking lot?" 

(Suddenly a nearby door bursts open and Mistress Dandelion--a striking
vision in skin-tight black leather and stillettos walks through. She
sees Vindy and Naja toe-to-toe, staring each other down.)

MD: "What the hell is going on here? Naja! God dammit! Get over here!
You've got a match against Blake to worry about tonight! Leave that big
ass alone!" 

Vindicator: "Don't mess with the best, Naja....You know what happens
when you do."

(Vindy looks MD up and down before leaving.)

MD: "What the hell was that about?"

(Naja watches Vindy go, his lip curled in a snarl.)

MD: "I asked you a question!"

(Naja pushes Dandelion backwards a little bit and storms off down the
hall, away from the direction Vindy headed.  The camera cuts back to
the broadcast table.) 

RM:  "We almost witnessed a fight between Naja Takemara and The
Vindicator, folks!"

HP:  "Which would have been absolutely STUPID!  Vindy has to get
through Skye Ashner, and Naja's gonna be wrestling for 60 freaking
minutes later on!"

RM:  "Well, ladies and gentlemen, the next scheduled matchup is going
to be more than a match."

HP:  "You're damn right! This is going to be a war, and after all if
the bullets are finished flying, you can be damn sure the last man
breathing is going to be Noah Prejudice!"

RM:  "What makes you say that?"

HP:  "This is a last man standing match, Rich."

RM:  "And?"

HP:  "Noah Prejudice is a vicious badass, Rich. He has a mean streak in
his heart that Matt Cole can't even dream to imagine. Cole walks around
thinking he's a tough guy, this badass biker. He's got nothing' on Noah
Prejudice, dammit! And I'm telling you, the only way Noah won't win
this match is he won't let the referee count. You know he's not going
to stop!"


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "The following contest is a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH!"

[The crowd, especially fans of hardcore/Plunderweight action give a
huge pop at this.] 

PA:  "There will be NO pinfalls ..."  

[Pop.] 

PA:  "... there will be NO submissions ..." 

[Another Pop.] 

PA:  "... AND THERE WILL BE NO DISQUALIFICATIONS!"

[Another pop.] 

PA:  "The only way to win is to knock your opponent down for a
ten-second countout!"

(A slow methodical drum beat fills the air like that of the entrance of
Jack Ketch. However after just 5 drum beats and explosion is heard
leading into the opening riffs of a special remix of "Gave Up" by Nine
Inch Nails.) 

RM:  "Here we go!"

HP:  "Hell yeah! Here comes Noah FREAKIN' Prejudice! The baddest
baddass the baddasses in the back have ever seen! Your minutes are
numbered, Cole!"

## perfect little dream, ## 
## the kind that hurts the most ## 
## forgot how it feels, well, almost ## 
## no one to blame, always the same ## 
## open my eyes, wake up, wake up, wake up ## 
## wake up in flames ##  

(From behind the curtain steps Noah Prejudice to a throng of boos. He
is wearing his wrestling attire, which is not unlike that of Jack
Ketch's. Noah wears black tights and wrestling boots however he is not
wearing the sleeveless black lycra shirt, opting to instead, show off a
very impressive upper body despite some visible scars from past
battles. Standing at Noah's side is his "2nd in command" Spencer, armed
with a taser.)  

RM:  "There he is! Noah Prejudice! The man formerly known as Jack Ketch
has arrived, and he is not alone!"

HP:  "Insurance, that's all Spencer is. It's simply insurance in case
Matt Cole's little tricycle gang tries to get involved."

PA:  "Introducing first, standing 6-foot-8-inches tall and weighing in
at 310 pounds, here is NOOOOOAH PREEEEEJUDICE!!!"

## it took you to make me realize ## 
## it took you to make me realize ## 
## it took you to make me realize ## 
## it took you to make me see the light ##  

(Of note are the 4 tattoos on Noah's torso. The left arm features a
phoenix enveloped in fire with 3 chinese symbols within, on the right
are 6 more chinese symbols wrapped around a yin/yang symbol. On his
chest over his heart are two more chinese symbols over top of the
infinity sign, and of course on his back is the "Scales of Justice"
tattoo. There are two banners reading "guilty" and "innocent" are over
top each side, with the scale tipped heavily to the "guilty" side.)  

## smashed up my sanity ## 
## smashed up integrity ## 
## smashed up what i believed in ## 
## smashed up what's left of me ## 
## smashed up my everything ## 
## smashed up all that was true ## 
## gonna smash myself to pieces ##  

(Noah pauses on the stage as he stares hatefully at the crowd. He is
full of contempt for the masses who lust for the violence he intends to
bring to the match.)  

## just watching the burn in my steady ##
## systematic decline of the trust i will betray ## 
## give it to me, i throw it away ## 
## after everything i've done ## 
## i hate myself for what i've become ##  

(The crowd continues to boo Prejudice as he makes his way down to
ringside. Spencer makes quick threatening moves toward the fans who are
booing Noah lustily. The song slowly fades away as Noah enters the ring
and Spencer stays at ring side in his corner.)  

## i tried, i gave up ## 
## i tried, i gave up ## 
## i tried, i gave up ## 
## i tried, i gave up ## 
## i tried and i gave up ##

PA:  "And his opponent ..." 

(The video wall has a black background. A red blood circle draws itself
and about 2 seconds later a Silver sword slams thru the middle as
"Locked and Loaded" by Jackyl kicks in thru the speakers. The fans give
a big face pop as Matt Cole walks up and starts to head towards the
ring.)  

PA: "... hailing from Crossroads Mississippi ... standing 6-feet-
5-inches ... and weighing 245 pounds ... here is MAAAAAAAATT
COOOOOOLE!"  

RM:  "Ladies and gentlemen, Matt Cole is in the building!"

HP:  "Matt Cole's about to leave the building!  On a freaking
stretcher, dammit!"

(Cole is dressed in a black T-shirt with the Bloodcircle Motorcycles
logo on the front and He looks a lot more cut than the last time DCWL
fans had seen him. Cole's once long mane of black hair has been
shortened to a more mullet type cut. He is also wearing a faded pair of
blue jeans and his knee high marine jump boots. His right hand is in a
glove like hand brace. He is half way to the ring as the chorus kicks
in.) 

## LOOCCKKKED AND LOADED ## 
## Primed and ready! ##
## LOOOCCKKED AND LOADED ##
## Feelin nasty,seein red! ## 
## LOCKED AND LOADED! ##
## LOCKED AND LOADED! ##
## LOCKED AND LOADED ## 
## Aimin` for yer soul! ##
## LOCKED AND LOOOAAAADED! ## 

(Cole enters the ring and looks around to the fans then thrusts his
left fist in the air to their cheers. He is suddenly floored from
behind by Noah Prejudice, to a huge heel pop.)

RM:  "Oh come on!  What a cheap shot!  The bell hasn't even rung yet!"

HP:  "That's where you're wrong, Rich.  A bell has been rung all right!
 Matt Cole's bell just got rung like a sumbitch!  HA!"

RM:  "Very funny, Hollywood."

HP:  "Seriously, though. In a hardcore-style match like this, what's
wrong with getting an early advantage?"

Prejudice kicks Matt Cole viciously in the head several times,
As the ringside officials finally ring the bell,
And get the match officially under way. 


**DING DING DING** 

Noah whips Cole into the ropes.
Cole rebounds, and a big boot from Noah Prejudice
Sends him back down to he mat.
Noah shouts something at Cole,
Then forces him to his feet and hurls him into the corner. 

RM:  "Noah has a clear advantage early on, and he's going relentlessly
after Matt Cole!"

Noah backs off into the opposite corner,
Then rushes at Cole and tries a big splash.
Cole suddenly moves out of the way,
Causing Noah to crash into turnbuckle.
When Noah turns around, Cole hits him with a superkick!

RM:  "Matt Cole is now on the offensive, Hollywood."

HP:  "What do you mean *now*?!  He's always been offensive!"

RM:  "I said he was ON the offensive."

Noah grabs the rope to climb to his feet,
And is met with a running clothesline by Matt Cole. 

RM:  "Look out, Noah up over the top rope and he crashes to the floor!"

HP:  "You've got to be kidding me!  How has Matt Cole gained an
advantage here?"

RM:  "Matt Cole is using quickness here to gain an advantage. Cole is
hardly a cruiserweight, but he really has a speed advantage over Noah
Prejudice."

Cole slides to the outside and walks toward Noah,
Who gives him a thumb to the eye.
Noah Picks up Cole, and drops him across the steel guard rail.
Cole stumbles backward, and Noah picks him up on his shoulders,
Into a fireman's carry as if to go for a Death Valley Driver. 

RM:  "He's going for his finisher! It's all over here, already!"

HP:  "Yes! Hit him!"

But instead, he drops backward with a Samoan drop.
Wasting no time, Noah picks Cole up again,
And drops him across the guard rail.
Noah reaches for Cole again,
But this time it's Cole who delivers the thumb to the eye.
He climbs up on the ring apron and leaps,
Leveling Noah with a flying clothesline!
Both men get to their feet at about the same time,
And Noah stumbles away from Cole and around the ring.
Cole chases him and walks right into a fist from Noah Prejudice.
The two men are right by the Spanish Announce table.
Noah sets Cole up in a standing head scissors,
Lifts him up, and slams him down, 
through the Spanish Announce Table with a power bomb!

RM:  "What a vicious power bomb from Noah Prejudice! And now our
colleagues from our Spanish station are going to have to do without
their table!"

HP:  "Since when do we have a Spanish Announce Table?!"

Noah walks away for a moment to catch his breath, 
As the referee starts the first count of the match:

ONE! 
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TWO! 
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THREE! 
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FOUR! 
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Noah rips up the ringside padding, 
And walks back over to Cole. 

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FIVE! 
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Noah breaks up the count, grabbing Cole,
And setting him up in another standing head scissors.
This time, he sends him onto the concrete with a piledriver. 

ONE! 
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Noah Climbs onto the ring apron, 
And begins to taunt Cole, daring him to rise up,
drawing some loud jeers from the fans.

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TWO! 
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THREE! 
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FOUR! 
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Noah suddenly leaps off the apron,
Going for an elbow drop.
Cole, however, rolls out of the way, 
And Noah Prejudice crashes onto the exposed concrete floor!

RM:  "An uncharacteristic move there by Noah Prejudice, and it came
back to haunt him!  What was he thinking?" 

HP:  "I sure as hell don't know, but if he had somehow connected on
that - all 300-plus pounds of him - imagine what kind of damage that
would have caused to Matt Cole. Kiss him goodnight, it would have been
all over, dammit!"

Cole quickly locks on a Japanese sleeper.
Noah cries out in pain, trying desperately to get out of it. 

RM:  "That's what he calls the Shindo Dai Maki!"

HP:  "Aw, come on, Manning. You made that name up!"

RM:  "Actually, I didn't. That's really what he calls it! It translates
into the 'Big Sleep'."

Suddenly, Cole releases the hold, 
caught from behind by the taser from Spencer!

RM:  "Spencer has decided to get involved here! And that taser shot has
really hurt Matt Cole!"

HP:  "HA!  You know, you could say Matt Cole has an electric
personality!"

RM:  "Very funny. At any rate, Noah Prejudice has the advantage now,
and he's not wasting any time!"

Noah whips Cole into the steel ring steps, 
Knocking them over, and sending Cole down hard.
Noah doesn't waste any time and he grabs the ring steps. 

RM:  "Uh-oh, this is a bad situation for Matt Cole!"

HP:  "Really. Ya think?"

Noah cracks the steps across the back of Cole.
He then drops them down, picks Cole up, 
And delivers a German suplex, 
Sending Cole's neck on top of the steps!
The referee goes to count:
 
ONE! 
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TWO! 
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THREE! 
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Noah grabs Cole and rolls him in the ring,
Breaking the count. 
Noah slides a chair into the ring,
Then climbs in himself.
He whips Matt Cole into the ropes.
Cole rebounds, and Noah lifts him up,
And slams him to the mat with a devastating spine buster.
He grabs the chair and sets it in the turnbuckle.
Before the referee's count even reaches two,
Noah picks Cole up and whips him into the corner.
Cole crashes into the chair, and falls to the mat.
Noah grabs the chair and begins to choke Cole with it. 

RM:  "I think that if he wanted to, Noah could win this match right
now."

HP:  "I know he can. Matt Cole has nothing. Noah could win this match
at any damn time he chooses!"

Noah delivers a belly to belly suplex,
Then locks begins to choke Cole with the chair again.
Meanwhile, Spencer grabs a table from under the ring,
And slides it in the ring. 

HP:  "Here comes some more of the punishment!  HA!"

Noah ignores the table, and locks a rear chinlock on Cole.
Cole has enough presence to throw a couple of elbows into Noah's side,
but he's not strong enough to put any force in them.
Noah releases the hold, 
grabs Cole by the neck and choke slams him.
The ref begins the count:

ONE! 
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TWO! 
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Noah walks to the center of the ring, 
Dragging the table with him. 

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THREE! 
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HP:  "He's still not finished, Manning!  He's gonna set up that
freaking table!  HA!"

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FOUR! 
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FIVE! 
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RM:  "Noah can win the match right now, and he should do just that!"

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SIX! 
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SEVEN! 
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EIGHT! 
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Noah walks over to Cole, 
standing over his opponent,
as the referee continues to count.

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NINE! 
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A wicked smirk is on Noah Prejudice's face,
As he forces Cole up and puts him in a standing head scissors.
Noah brings Cole up in the air into crucifix position.
Then he hurls him through the table with a crucifix power bomb!

RM:  "OH NO!" 

HP:  "More punishment! Punishment! When Matt Cole wakes up, he's not
going to think he's a damn biker anymore! He's gonna think he's Evil
freaking Kneivel!" 

RM:  "The referee should step in and stop this match, Hollywood.  It's
clearly finished, and now Prejudice is trying to end Matt Cole's
career!" 

Noah slides the shards of the table through the bottom rope,
as the referee counts again:

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
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FOUR!
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He looks at Cole, and grabs him by the hair,
Breaking the ref's count at four.
Noah takes his time as he looks around, gloating.
He shouts something at a fan,
then lifts Cole up as if he's going for a vertical suplex,
But Cole suddenly is able to flip out of it and behind Noah.
He suddenly hooks Noah as if he is going for a reverse DDT. 
As Cole drops his brings his knee up and shifts his elbow 
to bear down on the Noah's neck as he drives it down onto his knee.  

RM:  "BLOOD CIRCLE DROP! Blood Circle drop! That's one of Matt Cole's
new signature moves right there, Hollywood."

HP:  "Yeah, but does he have anything else left? It doesn't look like
it, Manning! Both men are down!"

The referee counts:

ONE! 
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TWO! 
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Noah actually begins to stir first,
while the fans begin to chant "COLE! COLE! COLE!"
 
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THREE! 
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Noah is already back to his feet, breaking the count.
He goes over to Cole, 
grabbing a handful of hair to pull him up,
but Cole suddenly lashes out with a low blow!
Cole has gathered some strength, 
and the crowd is beginning to get behind him!
He manages to hit Prejudice with a Sambo Suplex,
Which takes all of the strength he's got,
Seeing as how Noah outweighs him by 80 pounds. 

RM:  "Sambo suplex! That's another one of the new moves he's added to
his repertoire."

HP:  "Yeah, but look! He's worried about Spencer! This is good! Waste
time so Noah can get back up, you stupid hick!"

Spencer has climbed onto the ring apron.
Cole picks up the chair that Noah had used on him previously,
And he hurls it at Spencer, who drops off the apron.
Cole then forces Noah to his feet.
He whips Noah into the farside ropes,
Then rebounds into the nearside ropes.
However, Spencer has jumped back up on the ring apron.
He tags Cole across the back with the taser, 
Sending him flat on his stomach on the mat. 

RM:  "This is too much!  Every time Matt Cole has a glimmer of hope,
Noah's crony sticks his nose into the match with that taser!"

The referee counts:

ONE! 
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TWO! 
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THREE! 
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FOUR! 
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FIVE! 
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SIX! 
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RM:  "Matt Cole hasn't given up yet. He's taken a solid beating, and
he's still going. Noah Prejudice is going to have to cripple or maybe
even kill Matt Cole if he wants to win this match!"

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SEVEN! 
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HP:  "I wouldn't be so damn sure of that, Manning! Look at this! The
ref is at ..."

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EIGHT! 
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NINE! 
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Noah grabs Matt Cole and lifts him up in a gorilla press,
Breaking the count just before ten.

RM:  "We've seen Noah Prejudice pass up several opportunities to win
this match, Hollywood. He wants to break Matt Cole once and for all!"

Noah drops Cole's stomach across his shoulder,
Then slams his back onto the mat.
Cole twitches, and lies still for a moment.
But before the referee can even start the count again,
Noah lifts Matt Cole up and hurls him with incredible force,
smashing his back into the turnbuckles.
He walks over and begins to choke him with his foot. 
Noah lifts up Cole to the top turnbuckle, 
joins him up there, as the fans jeer,
and delivers a superplex!
Still not finished with Cole, Noah forces him up,
and sets him up in a standing headscissors.
Hoisting Cole into the air,
Noah nails a sitdown powerbomb, 
driving Cole's spine into the center of the ring!

RM:  "Matt Cole may never walk again after the beating his body has
taken tonight!  This needs to be stopped!"

HP:  "Matt Cole's only getting what he deserves, Manning. This will
teach him to get in Noah Prejudice's way!"

Again, Noah forces Cole up,
He hurls Cole into the corner one more time.
Cole slumps a bit against the turnbuckle.
Noah then turns to Spencer and shouts for him to get a table. 

RM:  "We're going to get a table involved here?! Cole has already been
put through two tables ... enough is enough!"

HP:  "I really think this could be the final straw for that idiot
redneck! The question is, will Noah let the damn ref count Matt Cole
out for good?!"

Noah sets the table up over by the corner.
He eyes it for a second, then looks back at Spencer,
Shouting out to get another table. 

RM:  "ANOTHER table?! What in the world is he doing?!"

As Spencer gets the other table, 
Noah climbs out of the ring.
He looks under the apron and pulls out a ladder. 

HP:  "PLUNDAH! And this ain't even the freaking Plunderweight Division,
baby!  WOO!"

Noah's not done, however. 
He grabs the ring steps 
and slides them into the ring. 

RM:  "Now wait just a minute!"

HP:  "YES! End his miserable career Noah! HA!"

Noah sets up the other table right on top of the other.
He sets up the ladder near the corner close to the tables.
He then grabs the ring steps and slides them under the tables. 

HP:  "No way! No FREAKING way! Yes! Yes! Yes! This is going to be the
PLUNDAH to end all PLUNDAH right here!"

RM:  "He can't do this! Somebody stop this NOW!"

Noah walks around the ladder,
And stands in front of Cole,
Who is still leaning in the turnbuckle.
Noah grabs Cole by the hair,
And starts climbing backwards up the ladder,
Pulling Cole in front of him. 

RM:  "Hollywood, he can't be doing what I think he's doing! This could
end Matt Cole's life, not just his career!"

HP:  "It has a damn ring to it ... 'Parapalegic' Matt Cole ... I think
it could be a freaking good gimmick for him.  HA HAAA!!!"

The crowd is giving an anticipatory pop,
Knowing a high spot is coming up.
Noah carefully climbs over the top of the ladder,
So he is now standing on the top step of the other side.
He then hooks Cole's head under his arm. 
Noah lifts Cole straight in the air, 
And the ladder because to teeter.
It falls over as Noah falls backward
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*! CAR-RRRAAAAAASH !*

Noah comes crashing back first onto the mat,
But Cole goes through both tables and lands 
Back first on top of he steel steps!

RM:  "SUPERPLEX THROUGH TWO TABLES ONTO THE STEEL RING STEPS!"

HP:  "That was the single greatest thing I have ever seen Noah do! This
is going to be a moment DCWL fans are going to talk about for years,
Manning! They'll be talking about the day Matt Cole was killed by Noah
Prejudice!  HA!"

Both wrestlers are down, 
and the referee starts the count:
 
ONE! 
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Noah Prejudice begins to stir, 
and the fans greet him with boos.
 
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TWO! 
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Noah grabs the bottom rope, 
and pulls himself to his knees. 

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THREE! 
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Noah rises to his feet,
and the referee checks on him briefly,
before starting a new count on just Cole:
 
ONE! 
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TWO!
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Noah walks over to Matt Cole,
but upon seeing the destruction, 
He backs off and lets the referee count. 

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THREE! 
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FOUR! 
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FIVE! 
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RM:  "It looks like Noah Prejudice is FINALLY going to allow this match
to end.  Are the paramedics standing by?" 

HP:  "NA NA NAAA NA!  NA NA NAAA NA!" 

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SIX! 
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SEVEN! 
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HP:  "HEY, HEY, HEY!"

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EIGHT! 
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HP:  "GOODBAAAAAH!  WOO!" 

RM:  "WAIT A SECOND!  MATT COLE IS STIRRING!"

HP:  "WHAT?!"

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NINE! 
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HP:  "It's too late!  Cole is done!  It's over!  HA!" 

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TEN-

Cole grabs the ropes 
and pulls himself slowly to his feet, 
breaking the count,
Just as the referee was set to count to ten! 

HP:  "That was ten!  It's over, dammit!  Ring the freaking bell!"

RM:  "Matt Cole is on his feet, and against all rational logic, this
match is continuing!"

But suddenly, Cole's back buckles,
And he drops back down again!
Noah is staring at Matt Cole in disbelief.
The referee starts the count again:

ONE! 
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Matt Cole reaches out and grabs the rope again,
while Noah is still staring at him, dumbfounded. 

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TWO! 
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THREE! 
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HP:  "HOLY SHIT!  Matt Cole is getting up AGAIN!  It's not possible,
dammit!  What the hell does this hick eat?!

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FOUR! 
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FIVE! 
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SIX! 
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RM:  "Matt Cole is not going to give in!  Noah is going to have to
cripple him to end this match!"

Cole tries to stand from his knees,
But drops back to them again,
failing to break the referee's count.

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SEVEN! 
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EIGHT! 
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Cole takes a deep breath,
as the fans are loudly cheering him on!

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NINE! 
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Noah shakes his head in disbelief,
as Cole uses all his strength to rise up,
and once again break the count!

RM:  "Matt Cole is up!  It's never say die for Cole!"

HP:  "What's it gonna take to finish him, dammit? Noah, get the
freakin' taser and just shove it up Matt Cole's ass!"

Furious, Noah looks at Spencer,
Who also is staring in shock.
Spencer grabs the chair that Cole threw to the outside,
And slides it into the ring to Noah Prejudice.
Noah turns and sees Matt Cole. 

RM:  "Look at Matt's Cole's eyes!"

HP:  "What the... ?!"

Cole's eyes are wide open.
He is staring in sheer intensity,
Straight into the black soul of Noah Prejudice!
He begins to shake his head,
and Prejudice actually takes a step backwards.

RM:  "Matt Cole has passed the point of pain threshold!"

Noah suddenly rushes at Cole,
And swings the chair,
Connecting with Matt Cole's head.
Cole goes down to one knee,
But immediately stands up again!

HP:  "No. No way."

RM:  "Matt Cole is no longer feeling pain!  His body is numb to the
sensation!"

Noah hits him with the chair again.
This time, Cole simply shrugs it off. 
A third attempted chair shot is caught by Cole,
Who actually rips the chair out of the hands
Of the massive Noah Prejudice. 

HP:  "Dammit, Noah should have let the match end earlier. Before Cole
reached this freaking psychotic point!"

Cole jabs the chair into Noah's stomach.
Noah doubles over, 
and Cole cracks it across Prejudice's head. 

RM:  "Matt Cole is simply possessed, ladies and gentlemen!"

HP:  "NO! Come on, get up, Noah!"

Spencer quickly climbs into the ring,
And rushes at Cole with the taser.
Cole ducks out of the way.
Spencer turns around, and Cole kicks him in the midsection.
Spencer doubles over, Cole hooks his head, and delivers a DDT.
He reaches to the mat, and picks up the taser. 

RM:  "Now Cole has the taser, Hollywood!"

HP:  "OH SHIT!"

Noah pulls himself to his feet,
Breaking the referee's count at five.
He sees Cole standing over Spencer,
Holding the taser in his hand. 
Noah rushes at Cole, who turns and sees him.
He manages to duck out of the way just in time.
Noah rebounds off the other side,
And Cole catches him with the taser ... Right in the throat! 

*! BZZZZZZZZZZZT !*

RM:  "Noah has been hit with the taser! He's backed up against the
ropes!"

Noah is out on his feet, but leaning against the ropes.
Cole looks down at his broken hand, and looks out to the crowd, 
Which is giving a massive face pop in support.
Cole drops the taser, and holds up his fist to another big pop. 

HP:  "What the hell is he doing?!"

Cole's fist crashes with massive force,
Against the enormous chest of Noah Prejudice.
Noah goes up and over the top rope,
Falling to the floor at ringside! 

RM:  "HEART PUNCH!  HEART PUNCH!  Matt Cole's old finisher has
decimated Noah Prejudice!  Cole can't even feel the pain of his broken
hand now!"

The referee starts to count down Prejudice:
 
ONE! 
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.
TWO! 
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. 
. 
THREE! 
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. 
.
 
Cole walks over and grabs Spencer,
Lifting him up in a gorilla press. 

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FOUR! 
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.

HP:  "YES!  Noah is stirring!  Get up, dammit!"
 
.
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FIVE! 
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. 
.
 
Cole hurls Spencer to the outside.
Spencer lands on top of Noah Prejudice,
flattening his boss out on the concrete,
as the referee continues the count:

SIX! 
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. 
.

Cole grabs several large shard of one of the tables,
gathering them in his hands. 

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SEVEN! 
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.

He drops them over the top rope onto Noah and Spencer,
burying the duo under the wood!
 
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EIGHT! 
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.
 
RM:  "I think Noah's awake, but I think he's pinned down Hollywood! 
He's trapped under his head Security Guard and a large pile of wood!"

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NINE! 
.

. 

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TEN!!!


**DING DING DING***

PA:  "Your winner, and the Last Man Standing ... is MATT COOOOOOOLE!!!"

(The crowd gives a huge face pop as Cole throws both fists into the
air. He drops to his knees, his body finally re-registering all the
pain of what he's been through, as "Locked and Loaded" by Jackyl blares
through the arena speakers.)

RM:  "Matt Cole did it! He's done the impossible! He has pulled off a
major upset over Noah Prejudice!"

HP:  "I don't freaking believe this! This is the worst thing that could
have happened - well, okay if Skye Ashner beats Vindicator, that will
be worse. But this would run a damn close second!"

RM:  "This just might be the biggest win of Matt Cole's entire career,
ladies and gentlemen! Cole has just beaten his nemesis, who just
happens to be a former Grand Champion! This is a major upset!"

HP:  "Yeah, I know. I'm pretty upset, Manning."

(Cole slumps to the canvas for a moment, then slowly rolls out of the
ring.  He limps up the ramp and looks down it toward Noah.  Prejudice
has finally managed to get to his feet, and he stares in fury at Cole.
Cole manages to crack a smile through the pain, before he walks through
the curtain.)

RM:  "Folks, our ring crew has quite a mess to clean up out here, so
let's send things backstage again."

(The video screen cuts backstage to show a dressing room, currently 
occupied by Mark Haley and Evelynn Martin.  Evelynn is still wearing
her ring gear, but appears totally relaxed; she is sprawled out on the 
floor, stomach down, watching a movie on the television.  This presents
a sharp contrast to the Number One Contender, who is restlessly pacing
back and forth across the far end of the room.  He, too, is clad in his
ring gear; he wears his black T-shirt with the image of the sun's
corona emblazoned across the front of his chest, black leather-like
wrestling tights, and black boots and fingerless gloves.  His
sunglasses rest on a bench, and his black leather duster is hanging up
near the door, with the metal bo 
leaning up against it.)

(As Haley continues to pace across the room, Evelynn turns slightly to 
call out to him over her shoulder.)

EVELYNN: "Okay, I'm lost.  Why did she run off like that?"

(Mark is ignoring her, or more likely--judging from the furrow in his 
brow and the cracking of his knuckles--he's too deep in thought to hear
her question.  Either way, he doesn't respond.)

EVELYNN: "Mark?"
 
(She looks over her shoulder to see Mark, deep in thought, as he 
reaches the wall, turns, and begins to pace back the way he came. 
Evelynn sighs and gets to her feet.  Mark stops his pacing as Evelynn
approaches him.)
 
EVELYNN: "You look like you need to some time to think before your 
match.  Maybe it's best if I go."

(Mark's lips curl into an apologetic smirk.)
 
MARK: "I'm sorry, Ev, I just... this is my big night, you know?  One of
the biggest of my career.  I know you wanted to watch the movie with
me, but..."

EVELYNN: "It's ok.  You forget, I've been in the business as long as 
you, if not longer.  I know how these things are.  You obviously need
to focus, and all I'm doing by being here is distracting you."
 
(She gives him a quick pat on the shoulder and starts towards the door.
 Three steps from the exit she stops and turns around.)
 
EVELYNN: "Could you just do me one favor before I go?"

(Mark grins wryly down at Evelynn.)
 
MARK: "What, promise to watch it with you later?  Don't worry, we can 
do it after the show tonight or something.  I can even give you all the
inside information that they didn't put on the DVD, if you want."

EVELYNN: "I'd like that.  But I was going to ask if you could just get 
this zipper started for me.
 
(She points to the back of her neck.)
 
EVELYNN: "Normally, I wouldn't ask, but it's such a pain in the butt to
do it myself."

(The request draws a slightly raised eyebrow from Mark, and the corners
of his lips quirk up a bit too.)
 
MARK: "Oh.  Well, I, uh... sure.  I'd be happy to.  I mean, what kind 
of a man would I be if I denied such a simple request from a lady?"
 
(He laughs and reaches up to pull it down a bit, but fumbles just a 
bit, and gives her a sheepish smile.)
 
MARK: "Sorry, I... just a second..."

(Evelynn lets out a laugh.)
 
EVELYNN: "That should be good enough.  Thanks a bunch."
 
(She turns to face him.)
 
EVELYNN: I'll see you after your match.  Good luck!"
 
(Evelynn smiles at Mark before she walks through the door and out of 
the room. Haley closes the door behind her, and walks back towards the 
bench, shaking his head and chuckling softly.)

MARK: "She understands... *she* understands."

(We cut back to ringside, where Rich Manning and Hollywood Panzerotti 
are, as to be expected, still seated at the announcer's table.)

HP:  "NO!  DAMMIT!  Keep zipping!  KEEP ZIPPING!"

RM:  "Our next match should be a VERY exciting contest, Hollywood!
Haplo the Vagabond and Alexander Hawkins III have been seeking a chance
to even the bad blood between them. They will meet here in Buffalo for
a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE match! There are no rules--the first man to pin
the other wins!" 

HP:  "Let's face facts, Manning...Haplo is a freaking demon--he's close
to seven feet tall, three bills and change...Hawkins is a virtual
midget at 6'2", 240...He's got the family problems, so that's a
distraction. Of course, it does help that Haplo caused those problems."


RM:  "Let's his the ring!"


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "Our next match is scheduled for one fall and is a FALLS COUNT
ANYWHERE MATCH!  Introducing first ..."

# CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES #
# THIS IS MY LAST RESORT # 
# SUFFOCATION, NO BREATHING #
# DON'T GIVE A $&@% IF I CUT MY ARM BLEEDING! # 

[A pyrotechnic explosion goes off throughout the arena. The crowd gives
a huge heel pop as an intense green strobe light shines on the entrance
ramp and the word "VAGABOND" comes on the jumbotron. "Last Resort" by
Papa Roach blares through the arena speakers.] 

PA:  "... accompanied by Christian Marquardt ... from Thessoloniki,
Greece ... weighing in at 319 pounds ... here is HAAAPLOOOOO THE
VAGABOOOOOOOOOOOOND!!!"

[Haplo and Marquardt emerge, blinking in the strobe light.  Haplo
begins marching down the aisle, but stops half way to throw his arms in
crucifix position - prompting another pyrotechnic explosion from the
ringposts and entrance ramp!  Amidst the fading smoke, a figure leaps
over the guardrail of the entrance ramp with a chair. With a huge
swing, the chair creases the side of Haplo's head and drops the big
Greek. Christian Marquardt turns around and catches the chair straight
to the face. The figure throws back his hood and it's Alexander
Hawkins!!!]

RM:  "Hawkins gets his sneak attack revenge!!" 

HP:  "If you're gonna roll with darkness, you gotta be the biggest
devil." 

(In the ring, the referee signals for the bell to sound.) 


**DING DING DING** 

Hawkins rips off his hooded sweatshirt, 
and throws it around Haplo's neck from behind. 
He pulls back on the arms, 
and puts a knee into Haplo's back, choking him.
Haplo's arms flail uselessly, trying to get a hand on Hawkins.
Marquardt pulls himself to his feet and charges Hawkins,
spearing him with a rough tackle, 
and slamming him backwards into the guardrail!
Haplo rips the sweatshirt away from his throat, 
and starts coughing, trying to get air back in his chest.
Hawkins is pounding away on Marquardt's back, 
Marquardt punches at Hawkins's ribs. 

RM:  "What a start to this match!" 

HP:  "Christian Marquardt is definitely Haplo's X-Factor here--with
Marquardt in the mix, Hawkins doesn't even stand a snowball's chance in
hell." 

Haplo gets to his feet and pulls Marquardt off of Hawkins.
He grabs a handful of Hawkins's hair, 
and drags the smaller man to his feet. 
Haplo grabs Hawkins by the back of his neck, 
and slams it into the guardrail.
He rips Hawkins backwards, and then throws him toward the entrance.
Hawkins stumbles forward and crashes into the curtain,
dragging it down as he falls.
Haplo picks up the steel chair and charges after Hawkins.
Just as Hawkins gets to his hands and knees,
Haplo cracks the chair down across Hawkins's back,
crushing Hawkins to the ground and bending the chair. 

RM:  "Haplo is absolutely dominating Hawkins!" 

HP:  "I told you--the kid doesn't stand a chance. That chair shot he
got on Haplo was probably the only offense he was able to summon up." 

Marquardt follows after Haplo, who kicks Hawkins in the ass,
sending him sliding forward on the slick cement backstage.
Several DCWL wrestlers are milling around the entrance looking on. Most
notably, Naoki Yoneyama is seen consoling himself,
by eating a double helping of chicken salad on white.
Haplo drags Hawkins to his feet, 
and whips him down a long hallway leading away from the entrance. 
Hawkins crashes into a long, khaki chair cart, 
piled with a long row of steel chairs.
Hawkins bounces off the chairs and spins around, 
crashing to the floor alongside the chair cart.
Haplo leaps over Hawkins and takes one end of the cart.
Marquardt grabs the other end, 
and the two men tip the cart over onto Hawkins, 
covering him with steel chairs!

HP:  "Now, that's what I like to see!! PLUNDAH! Jump on the chairs!
Squish him!  HA!" 

Haplo pulls a length of orange extension cord, 
hanging from a gaffer's kit nearby. 
He uses a pliers to stip one end, 
and then plugs in the other end to the wall socket.
He turns and eyes the pile of steel chairs, 
with a malicious glint in his eye. 

RM:  "He's going to electrocute Alexander Hawkins!" 

HP:  "A little barbeque is good for you...Carbon toughens you up." 

Hawkins suddenly pushes up through the scattered chairs, 
and swings wildly with a chair. 
He catches Haplo in the stomach,
and swings behind him catching Marquardt in the chin!
Marquardt falls forward onto the pile of chairs.
Hawkins leaps off the chairs, 
and brings the chair down hard on Haplo's back!

*! THWACK !*

Haplo falls forward, dropping the electrical cable.
It touches the chairs and suddenly, 
Marquardt screams out in pain,
as electricity courses through the steel! 
He thrashes for a few seconds, 
before a crew member sprints over with a 2x4, 
and knocks the plug from the wall.
Marquardt gives a few more kicks...then lies still. 

RM:  "Is he dead?" 

HP:  "Maybe...wouldn't that be cool? I can see the headline now--German
Goon Fried on Chairs." 

Haplo's eyes are wide and he looks at Marquardt helplessly.
Marquardt suddenly stirs and looks at Haplo.
The manager is stunned, but alive.
He croaks some sort of command to his protege.
Haplo's face contorts in fury.
Haplo rolls away from another chair shot from Hawkins, 
this one barely missing him.
Haplo rolls to his feet and begins punching Hawkins in the face.
A right, a right, a left--Hawkins drops his chair--
Haplo levels a swift, ridge-hand chop to Hawkins's deltoid, 
and the kid drops to a knee.
The Greek Nightmare grabs his arm, 
and whips him into the doors marked "EXIT."
Hawkins stumbles through them, and loses his balance,
falling down a short, cement stairwell, 
and landing hard on the wet asphalt outside!

RM:  "They're outside! They have gone outside the HSBC Arena!" 

HP:  "Figure that our on your own, Manning, or is someone feeding you
what to say through an earpiece?" 

The parking lot area is littered with semi rigs, 
that delivered the lighting gear, 
as well as several of the wrestlers' cars and a few limos.
Hawkins is struggling to get to his feet, 
but Haplo is too quick. 
He pounces on Hawkins and locks him into a standing head-scissors.
Haplo locks up both of Hawkins's arms and lifts him quickly,
spinning him around in the air, 
and delivering him back to the asphalt hard!

RM:  "Double-arm powerbomb!" 

HP:  "That had to hurt." 

Hawkins is groaning, trying to get air back into his lungs.
Haplo stomps on his chest and Hawkins's eyes bulge.
Haplo spits on Hawkins, then turns, looking for a weapon.
He spies an open trailer, 
and pulls a long, aluminum lighting rack from from the back.
Haplo is able to drag it up, standing it on one end.
The rack is about twelve feet long with about six spotlights on it.
Haplo lines it up with Hawkins, then lets the rack fall forward.
Hawkins rolls aside at the last second, 
but the rack crashes with a glorious screech, 
of twisting metal and shattering glass!

RM:  "That was a close one!" 

HP:  "He missed! Dammit, Haplo missed him!" 

Hawkins is scraped up on his back, 
bleeding lightly from the road rash he got from the powerbomb.
He is a little dazed.
Hawkins goes after Haplo, and tries to deliver a big punch.
Haplo blocks it, and tries to counterpunch.
Hawkins blocks it, then goes under Haplo's arm and gets behind him.
Haplo reverses the hold, spinning behind Hawkins,
who promptly reverses the hold again, 
getting behind Haplo and standing him up.
Suddenly, Hawkins sweeps forward, 
kicking out Haplo's feet and driving him forward to the ground.
Haplo smashes face-first in to the rough pavement,
his head hitting with an audible, dull thud. 

HP:  "That's a head-ringer! Ol' Happy's gonna be feeling that one!" 

Haplo rolls over, clutching his head.
Hawkins gets to his feet quickly, grabbing a handful of Haplo's hair, 
and whipping him towards a chain-link fence at the edge of the lot.
Haplo hits the edge of the fence and bounces off, 
spinning to the sidewalk along Niagra Street.
A man suddenly walks up in a Buffalo Bandits Lacrosse jersey,
and hands Alexander Hawkins a Lacrosse stick!

RM:  "Is that? That's Ben Ogilvie, the star defenseman for the Buffalo
Bandits Lacrosse team! He recently was traded back to Buffalo from
Vancouver--another Canadian athelete displaced to Buffalo!" 

HP:  "Dude...you gotta get a life." 

Hawkins shakes Ogilvie's hand and accepts the stick,
then promptly breaks the stick arcross Haplo's back,
leaving a sick red welt that spans Haplo's shoulders.
Hawkins drags Haplo to his feet, 
and suddenly pushes him into the street, 
just in time for a taxi to screech to a halt, 
slamming into Haplo as he tries to avoid the big Greek! 
Haplo bounces off the front of the cab, 
and sprawls onto the street, clutching his chest. 

RM:  "Oh my! Alexander Hawkins gets his revenge on Haplo for the auto
assault committed at Total Dementia!" 

HP:  "Hawkins is on a freaking roll!  Haplo is hurt!  He's actually
hurt!  He might've cracked a few ribs when that cab hit him!" 

Haplo struggles to his feet, trying to catch his breath, 
but he is wheezing painfully.
Hawkins goes for a spear, 
but Haplo sidesteps it, 
and runs to the back of the cab that just hit him.
He opens the door and drags out the startled cabbie.
Haplo clubs the man in the side of the head, 
with a massive ham-fisted punch and jumps behind the wheel!
The cab suddenly squeals away, 
leaving a bewildered Hawkins on the street. 

HP:  "What the hell? Where is that monkey-humper going?" 

Hawkins pulls himself up and looks around wildly.
He watches the the cab streak away, 
then suddenly sprints back towards the arena.
He knocks a man away from a Vespa moped,
and leaps onto the idling scooter.
Hawkins gases the moped and flies after the cab.
The cameraman tries to follow, 
but the cords only get him a few feet past the gates.
A director is screaming in the background,
"Get the mobile unit! Get the mobile unit!"
The referee is shrugging at the camera.
The scene cuts to a bewildered Rich Manning, 
and a frustrated Hollywood Panzerotti. 

HP:  "What...the...hell! I'm missing possible PLUNDAH IN VEHICLES,
Manning!!! In VEHICHLES!!! It's almost like ol' Panzerotti's at home
playing Grand Theft Auto: Vice City!" 

RM:  "We..uh...ah...I'm receiving word that a DCWL remote van is being
dispatched, but it could be several moments before we catch up to
Hawkins and Haplo...We...uh...Watch this...please. We'll be back in a
moment..." 



============================================ 



A man sits down at a diner counter. He looks over the menu. "Give me
the chicken-fried steak."

The waitress goes to the cook's window. "Chicken-fried steak!"

Suddenly, the gleaming face of Naoki Yoneyama appears, "Steak Sammich!"

The man looks up, "Can I have a cup of coffee, too?"

Naoki throws the man freeze-dried coffee grounds between two pieces of
bread, "Coffee Sammich!"

The man doesn't bat an eye. "How about some lemon merengue pie for
dessert?"

Naoki puts some lemons in some sick-looking frosting and stuffs the
mixture into a pita. "Lemon Sammich!" He throws the pita at the man and
it hits him squarely in the face. 

The man licks the merengue from around his mouth and breaks into a wide
smile. "That's some GOOD Sammich!" 



--This lunch is brought to you by Team Sammmich. If you can't beat
'em...eat a sammich. 



============================================= 



HP:  "What the hell was that? Is that kid on crack?" 

RM:  "Thank you for your patience, folks--I'm receiving word that our
mobile unit has caught up to Haplo and Hawkins! We'd like to join them
live!" 

The camera is a little off. 
It digitally freezes and shakes horribly,
as the cameraman tries to run down the street. 
The referee is just ahead of the cameraman.
The taxi cab faced a lightpole, 
and it sits smoldering along the side of the road, the door open.
The Vespa is on the side of the road, on it's side.
The vehicles are ditched on a busy, main road,
that appears to be lined with small bars and eateries.
Pedestrians are staring at the camera in horror and shock.
The camera catches some wild movement down the street.
The image gets fuzzy, then it's jerked into sharp focus suddenly.
Hawkins and Haplo are brawling in front of a bar.
Both men are bloodied in the face, 
both men are trading big punches, 
each taking one square to the chin, then giving one back, 
in slow, almost masochistic fashion.
Each punch rocks the other man, 
but neither seems willing to give ground. 

HP:  "What the hell happened to the taxi?" 

Punch after punch is traded, both men wearing away slowly.
Finally, Haplo connects a solid blow to Hawkins's chin, 
and Hawkins is unable to retaliate. 
He just stands dazed.
Haplo unloads another shot to Hawkins's chin.
Hawkins slumps to one knee.
Haplo grabs Hawkins's chin with his left hand, 
he cocks his right fist back, 
and unloads a huge hammer to Hawkins's face!
Hawkins spins on his knee, 
and rolls back on the sidewalk, dazed and stunned.
Haplo stumbles forward, 
and disappears into the bar in front of which they had been fighting. 

HP:  "That ass-goblin is doing another disappearing act? What the
hell?" 

Suddenly, the door is kicked open, 
and Haplo stumbles back out, 
with a king-sized basket of super-spicy buffalo wings!
He takes a bite of one, 
then pours the rest of the basket over Alexander Hawkins. 

HP:  "I love it! Barbequed PLUNDAH!" 

Haplo rubs his greasy, 
spice-covered fingers over Hawkins's face and in Hawkins's hair.
Hawkins's eyes tear up from the spices, 
and he cries out in pain, 
trying to blink away the burning sensation in his eyes.
Haplo stands over Hawkins, 
then clubs him on the back of his neck with a double-fist punch.
Hawkins falls forward like someone pulled a pin out of his neck.
Haplo raises his hands above his head, 
preparing to unload another punch,
when Hawkins suddenly grabs Haplo's ankle and yanks it forward hard,
Haplo stumbles, and then falls backwards, arms flailing wildly.
Hawkins is up to his feet in a flash, 
still clutching Haplo's right ankle,
and with a deft turn of his wrist, 
he locks out Haplo in an ankle-lock submission! 

RM:  "Ankle-lock submission! If Hawkins can make Haplo tap, the match
is over!" 

HP:  "Who the hell goes for a damn submission in a Falls Count Anywhere
match in the middle of downtown Buffalo, dammit?!"

Haplo's eyes go wide and he claws at the pavement fruitlessly.
Hawkins wrenches down hard on Haplo's ankle,
bending it to a grotesque, unnatural angle.
The referee asks Haplo if he wants to tap out.
Haplo shakes his head.
Haplo is still clawing at the pavement.
Hawkins pulls Haplo's leg higher into the air,
and applies fresh pressure.
Haplo screams out in agony. 

RM:  "He's going to break Haplo's ankle!" 

HP:  "Hey--if he does, I guess we'll be able to call him, 'HOP-lo', eh
Manning?" 

Hawkins begins to get frustrated at Haplo's refusal to tap.
Hawkins pivots, swings a leg over Haplo's leg, 
and turns the hold into a half-crab submission.
Hawkins sinks backwards and leans into the hold,
arching his back and wrenching Haplo's leg at the same time.
Haplo flails, then begins to quiet down.
Haplo seems to be weakening.
The big Greek's arms start to get heavy.
In moments, Haplo seems to be still. 

RM:  "Alexander Hawkins has made Haplo pass out from pain!" 

HP:  "Hey, if Happy can't tap out, Hawkins will have to make the cover.
He can't win on unconsciousness. The ref needs a pin or a submission!" 

Almost as if he heard Panzerotti, 
Hawkins drops Haplo's leg and falls forward to his hands and knees.
Hawkins gasps for breath, then crawls over to Haplo.
He rolls the big Greek onto his back and covers him!
The ref slides in for the count! 

ONE! 
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TWO!! 
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. 

.

THR---

Suddenly--Haplo's shoulder jerks up off the pavement,
and locks down hard across the back of Hawkins's neck.
Haplo shifts his weight and rolls over, 
dragging Hawkins across his body, 
and rolling him underneath as he straddles Hawkins's body!
Haplo starts to punch away at Hawkins's face, 
with quick, brutal punches,
each one landing hard blows to Hawkin's face.
Haplo drags Hawkins to his feet, 
and tucks him into a standing headscissors!
Haplo gives the signal for the Nexus Powerbomb! 

RM:  "If he pulls it off, this match is done!" 

Haplo starts to pick up Hawkins, 
but Hawkins shifts his weight and sinks down, 
then suddenly he pushes up, 
and flips Haplo over his shoulders to the pavement!

RM:  "A reveral into a back body drop! Hawkins isn't done yet!" 

There is a loud, sudden screech of tires. 
A rental car wheels up to the curb quickly.
Hawkins has to dive to the side to keep from being struck! 

HP:  "This kid and cars...they don't get along!" 

The door to the rental car pops open--
It's Christian Marquardt!
Marquardt levels a TASER at Hawkins and fires!
The twin pins fly out and sink into Hawkins's skin.
Marquardt mashes the voltage button on the TASER,
and electricity suddenly courses through Hawkins's body like lightning!
Hawkins flails uncontrollably and screams.
After a few agonizing seconds, Marquardt releases the button,
and Hawkins falls into the gutter and lies still.
Haplo picks himself up and drags Hawkins to his feet.
Hawkins is limp like a dish towel.
Haplo spins him up into the air in a Nexus Powerbomb,
then slams him to the pavement,
landing him awkwardly across the curb edge.
Hawkins's head bounces off the concrete like a ball.
Haplo goes for an easy cover! 

ONE!! 
.
 
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.

TWO!!! 
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.

THREE!!! 

The referee signals for an end to the match,
and in the arena, the bell rings. 


**DING DING DING** 

Arena PA:  "And your winner ... HAPLOOOO THE VAGABOOOOOOOOOOND!!!" 

(The crowd inside the area jeers loudly, trying to make Marquardt and
Haplo hear their reaction as they watch on the video wall.)

RM:  "That match is over, thankfully!" 

HP:  "And the kid got screwed by the gruesome twosome once again." 

(On camera, Haplo spits on Hawkins's still body again, then he and
Marquardt get into the rental car and drive away. Ironically enough,
the car's bumper has a sticker that reads, "Visit Friendly Buffalo."
Hawkins lies still in the gutter and the referee is left looking
concerned and confused.  Camera cuts back to the broadcast table.) 

RM:  "What an evening it's been so far!  The Elite Players have claimed
the Tag Team Championships, Jackson Hunter has stolen a win from
Evelynn, Matt Cole pulls the upset of the night, and now Haplo has put
Alexander Hawkins away, perhaps for good!"

HP:  "Yeah, it's been a pretty freaking cool night so far ... but I've
got my pillow fluffed for this next damn match.  60 minutes of nap
opportunity, baby!"

RM:  "Indeed, the Ironperson Match is set to begin shortly, but first
let's check backstage again, in the temporary office of the
Commissioner."

(Cut to Commissioner Guido's office. No Guido yet. No one there, it
seems. Guido peeks his head into the room suspiciously. Look 
to the left, look to the right. No one there. Guido tiptoes in, slowly 
closing the door behind him. He sighs, relieved.)

GUIDO: "No grinning Dale, no bitching Tawny, no Slap Happy Jap, no 
whining Haplo. Ah, finally, Guido gets peace and quiet."

(Guido flops into the his leather chair, behind his desk.)

DESK: "Hi, Guido."

GUIDO: "AHHHHH!"

(Guido jumps out of his seat, flopping onto the floor. Ratt 
Klyczofvski-- Unstoppable Sex Machine, Superstar Agent, Coffee Boy--
emerges from underneath the desk, chisel in hand.)

RATT: "Oh, let me help you up, Mr. Great."

GUIDO: "Get your hands off me!"

(Guido stands and dusts his suit off.)

GUIDO: "And why are you under my desk again?"

RATT: "Well, I'm trying to get all the gum out from under there."

GUIDO: "I don't chew gum."

RATT: "I do. I really should stop sticking it under there."

GUIDO: "Listen, voi asino, this is a very important night and some 
privacy would be nice."

RATT: "So, should I just hang out here tonight?"

GUIDO: "No, privacy for *me*."

(Guido slouches in his seat as Ratt's jaw quivers in shock.)

RATT: "But... But, Mr. Great! We-- we're a team! We're supposed to be 
*pals*! I mean, I'm the Goat to your Krack--"

(Guido shoots Ratt a glare.)

RATT: "Kr-a-a-ck... py... excuse for a predecessor. Krack-py excuse for
a predecessor. Is there anything you need?"

(Guido does not respond.)

RATT: "Some filing done. Sorry, I forgot I shredded everything."

(No response.)

RATT: "I can give you a temple rub--"

GUIDO: "NO!"

RATT: "So... I'll just go..."

(Ratt slouches his shoulders and walks away.)

GUIDO: "Ratt..."

RATT: [brightening] "Yes, Guido-rino!"

(Guido glares again.)

RATT: "Mr. Great."

GUIDO: "Do you want a coffee?"

RATT: "No, that's okay."

(Guido throws some change to Ratt.)

GUIDO: "Well, I do."

RATT: "Sorry, I'm doing that 'thinking' thing you warned me against. 
I'll stop doing that."

GUIDO: "No sugar, a little half-and-half."

RATT: "Okay, you want French Vanilla?"

GUIDO: "FRENCH?!"

(Guido spits.)

GUIDO: "I don't want any of that crap in my coffee!"

RATT: "You used to get--"

GUIDO: "I know, that was a bad period for me."

RATT: "Hazelnut?"

GUIDO: "Just get me a plain coffee, a little half-and-half. Vada."

(Ratt exits.)

GUIDO: "Okay, a little hazelnut."

RATT: [off-screen] "Sure thing, Guido-meister."

(Guido cringes as Ratt exits, and the camera cuts to back inside the
heart of the HSBC Arena, to the broadcast table.)

RM:  "Let's hit the ring!"


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "The following contest is a SIXTY MINUTE IRONPERSON MATCH! 
Whichever wrestler has scored more falls at the end of the time limit
will declared the winner.  And now, the competitors!  Introducing
first..."

[A single, haunting note played from a reed flute sounds through the
PA. Slowly, a melody begins to form: a simple melody reminiscent of an
elegant, serene Buddhist shrine. Letters begin to pop onto the screen,
big and bold and bright red: "N-A-J-A!"] 

PA:  "... accompanied to the ring by Mistress Dandelion ... from Los
Angeles, California ... weighing 220 pounds ... here is NAJAAAAAA
TAKEMAAAAAARAAAAAAA!!!"

[The crowd begins to boo and jeer. Naja Takemara comes to the entryway
dressed in black Adidas track pants with a pair of white stripes up the
side of the leg. He stands at the top of the ramp and holds his arms
out to his sides. Tattooed on each wrist is the I-Ching symbol for
pain. Holding his arms out, Naja drinks in the crowd's hatred for a
moment, then, he raises his arms above his head and points to the side
of the entry. A shrill guitar whine blasts through the reed flute
melody and heavy chords announce the arrival of Mistress Dandelion. The
buxom blonde stalks through the door in skin-tight Adidas shorts with a
pair of black stripes on the side and black, knee-high leather boots.
She wears a tight, black Adidas sports bra that pushes her assets to
their best possible advantage. She carries the Purebreed Championship
belt. Practically ignoring Naja, Mistress Dandelion stalks to ringside
and waits for Naja to follow her down to hold the ropes for her. Naja
rolls into the ring and steps on the bottom rope and pulls up the
second rope. As Dandelion gets between the ropes, Naja lets them go and
they snap into her. Both Naja and Dandelion glare at each other.
Dandelion sighs heavily and slides back out of the ring.] 

PA:  "And his opponent ..."
 
# After all you put me through, you think I despise you. #
# But in the end, I want to thank you, #
# Cause you made me that much stronger. #

[Silver fireworks soar through the air and pyro pots explode as 
Christina Aguilera's "Fighter" blares over the speakers.]

PA:  "... hailing from Manhattan, New York ... weighing in at 136
pounds ... here is the former two-time DCWL Grand Champion ... 'THE
FIRST LADY' TAAAAAAWNY BLAAAAAAAAAAKE!!!"

# When I, thought I knew you #
# Thinking, that you were true #
# I guess I, I couldn't trust #
# Called your bluff, time is up #
# 'Cause I've had enough #
# You were, there by my side #
# Always, down for the ride #
# But your, joy ride just came down in flames #
# 'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm #

[There's a mixed reaction from the crowd as the curtains part, 
revealing the athletic, lithe form of Tawny Blake. The young beauty
wears a white, tank top, "First Lady" written across it in silver
cursive, and silver tights. She completes the look with silver,
platform boots, her long, blonde hair falling straight down her back.
She stands atop the entrance ramp for a moment, surveying the crowd.]

# After all of the stealing and cheating #
# You probably think that I hold resentment for you #
# But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong #
# 'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do #
# I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through #
# So I wanna say thank you #

[Suddenly, her gaze turns towards the ring and her face turns serious 
and determined. She descends the ramp and walks down the aisle,
oblivious to the outstretched hands of the fans.]

# 'Cause it makes me that much stronger #
# Makes me work a little bit harder #
# It makes me that much wiser #
# So thanks for making me a fighter #
# Made me learn a little bit faster #
# Made my skin a little bit thicker #
# Makes me that much smarter #
# So thanks for making me a fighter #

[Tawny ascends the ringside stairs, brushing her long locks behind her 
ears. The blonde beauty gracefully enters the ring through the top and 
middle ropes. She performs a few warm-up stretches, preparing for the 
start of the match.  There is an intense buzz in the crowd, as the
referee calls for the bell!]


**DING DING DING**

Both competitors stand in opposite corners,
Naja throws some kicks in the air, then stretches his legs.
Tawny pulls on the ropes, 
getting her back limber and ready for the next hour.
The referee stands in the middle, ready for the long haul as well.
Slowly the two walk to the middle of the ring,
And they stare right into each other’s eyes, 
knowing at the end of sixty minutes,
One of them will be victorious...
And so the battle begins as Tawny swings her arms in for a tie-up!
But Naja will have nothing to do with that as he backs off,
And then moves in for a legtrip, 
but the First Lady leaps over his leg and backs off...
They look at each other, unsure... 
knowing they have to conserve energy
But they suddenly both move in and lock up!

RM:  "This is the first time Naja and Tawny are meeting in an official
match, but by the end of this match they will know each other better
than any opponent they've ever faced!"

Tawny uses her quickness to apply a sideheadlock to Naja, 
who quickly sends Ms. Blake into the ropes with a pushoff.
He comes running in following Tawny, 
so that when she bounces and turns...
Takemara is RIGHT there for a sleeper hold!
Tawny quickly finds her way out of the hold, 
dropping down to a squat...
But before Naja can move, 
she pushes off the mat and slams her head into his chin!
Naja falls back, holding his chin, giving Tawny a quick chance!
And it’s a chance she takes, 
as Naja finds her quickly coming in with a kick to the gut...
She goes for a snap DDT, but Naja plants his feet, 
holding her in the air.
Before Tawny knows what happened she finds herself on her back,
As Naja hits a northern-lights suplex!
The referee drops into position, 
but Tawny quickly bridges up, breaking the hold.
The two get to a vertical base and immediately go back into a lockup! 
 
HP:  "Please, Manning ... let Ol' Panzerotti toss one of them a
railroad spike?"

RM:  "No."

HP:  "A pair of brass knucks?"

RM:  "No."

HP:  "A roll of freaking quarters?!"

RM:  "NO!"

Naja quickly turns the collar-in-elbow tie into a hammerlock!
Tawny lunges forward, but brings her arm around for a stunner,
But as she drops down, 
Takemara is ready and starts to lock in a crossface chickenwing!
Blake wants nothing to do with it as she kicks her legs up, 
causing Naja to curl up onto his shoulders!
The referee counts:

ONE!
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TWO!

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Naja releases the hold and Tawny rolls to her feet, 
rushing in before Naja can get up!
She places a knee in his back, 
and begins to wrench back on his chin! 
 
RM:  "Neither wrestler has been in a match of this breadth in their
DCWL career, and developing a strategy must have been a source of great
frustration."

HP:  "I'll tell ya what's frustrating, Manning!  A freaking chinlock in
the middle of the DCWL's Winter Season Supercard, dammit!  We ain't
gonna see ANY blood that way!"

Takemara, the slap happy Jap, grits his teeth, 
as Tawny rocks back and forth..
But as she goes forward, 
she leaves a little room between her arm and his chin.
This gives Naja just enough room, 
to push his fist through and break the hold!
Naja quickly pushes himself off the canvas to stand up,
But Tawny only had to get up from one knee, 
so she’s ready for him with a superkick!
However, Naja ducks the kick, 
and she finds herself with a leg over the top rope!
Tawny catches herself on the top, 
but Naja comes running in with a clothesline,
But Tawny ducks under it and backdrops Naja over the top...
In midair, Takemara grabs Blake, 
and thus brings her crashing to the outside with him!
Both competitors hit the concrete with a thud, 
Tawny on top of Naja.
It doesn’t take long at all, 
just a few moments in fact, and Tawny is back on her feet,
With Naja up to one knee as well, 
but he finds himself in Tawny’s side headlock,
Which in turn, has Tawny lifted into the air...
And slammed onto the concrete with a side suplex! 

HP:  "YEAH!  Bashing heads into concrete!  That's gonna get the blood
flowing, baby!"

RM:  "Both wrestlers need to remember that falls CAN be scored by
countout in this match!  It would be a shame to lose this match over a
sloppy countout fall!"

Grasping the side of her head, 
Tawny doesn’t fight as Naja lifts her by the hair,
Rolling her back into the ring quickly, and sliding in himself.
Takemara rolls his neck and shoulder area, 
before dropping down next to Blake,
He grabs her arm for an armbar submission, 
but Tawny quickly grabs his leg,
And catching Naja off guard, 
she flips him over and starts to stand up to latch in a half-crab!
But Naja curls his shoulders under so she can’t sit down, 
and kicks at her with his other leg, sending her to the mat!
As Tawny hits the mat, 
Naja has already locked in a dreaded leg-scissors submission!
Tawny fights as hard as she can, but the hold is on tight!
The referee asks her to submit,
But tawny shakes her head feverishly, 
and starts to punch Naja’s legs,
In an attempt to release the painful hold!
One of Naja’s legs moves after a vicious elbow to the knee, 
Giving Tawny a chance to get away and stand up,
Which, as Naja goes to get up, he finds a big dropkick to the chest,
As Tawny’s feet hit his pectoral muscles, sending him to the mat! 

RM:  "We're seeing Naja already starting to work in some of his reputed
submission tactics, which will be the key for him to find success in
this match."

Tawny to her feet now, and she doesn’t waste time.
Quickly she drops an elbow across Naja’s chest, making the cover:
The refree counts:

ONE!
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TWO!
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Naja kicks out, but as he does so, 
Tawny grabs his head and slams it back down to the mat!
The referee counts:

ONE!
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.

Naja kicks out again, shoving Tawny away as he does so this time.
Blake, the First Lady, slams her hand to the mat, 
hoping she could get a quick advantage,
But she soon finds Naja to his feet as well...
She quickly thinks however, 
and Naja, being a bit dazed, is sent back to the mat face first,
As Tawny dropkicks his knees out from under him! 
 
RM:  "Blake is trying to score an early fall in this match, which is a
very wise idea.  If either of them focuses too much on long-term
conservatism, they may find themselves down by a fall!"

HP:  "I can't believe you just used the word 'conservatism' during a
freaking wrestling event ... you suck on so many levels right now."
 
Naja slams his fists to the mat in anger, 
and pushes himself up off the mat.
Tawny comes running in for an attempted clothesline,
But Naja ducks under it, sending Tawny to the ropes, 
and back off the ropes...
She comes running right back to Naja for another try, 
but Naja dropkicks her right in the left knee!
The added momentum of Tawny running, 
nearly sends her front flipping over as she hits the mat.
Tawny screams out, holding her knee, 
But, pushing through the pain, she quickly gets up to one knee.
She holds the other knee and gets to a vertical base...
To see Naja coming at her with a crescent kick! 
Tawny dodges to the side and then kicks Naja in the gut...
Hooks his head...
Spins...
AND NAILS HIM TO THE MAT WITH THE BLAKE BOMB!!
She makes the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!

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THREE!!! 

Naja kicks out of the pinfall,
but the referee motions for the bell,
showing the kickout to be too late!


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "The winner of the first fall ... TAWNY BLAKE!" 


Blake grabs Naja’s legs and goes for another cover,
and the referee takes a second to drop into position:

ONE!
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TW-Naja kicks out, and slams his fist to the mat in frustration.
Tawny quickly flips over him, rolling him up!

ONE!
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TWO!
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Naja kicks out again, and rolls to his feet, 
beginning to shake out the cobwebs!
Thus, Tawny comes after him again, hoping still to capitalize...
But she goes a drop-toe-hold, into an ankle lock for her troubles! 

RM:  "Tawny Blake's quest for an early fall is successful, and now
she's got a one-fall lead on Naja Takemara!"

HP:  "That's nothing that a damn tire iron can't fix!"

Naja looks at Tawny’s leg in his grasp, 
and suddenly lets go of it...
But as Tawny goes to get away, 
she finds herself stuck as Naja grabs the other!
Naja places his leg in line with her left knee, 
and intertwines them...
And he throws himself back and down to the mat, 
bending and hyper extending the knee!
Tawny screeches out as Naja stands back up, 
and drops himself down again!
And again! 
Tawny lets out a yelp as Naja continues to work over the knee...
But this time, Naja releases the hold, 
causing Tawny to crawl toward the ropes.
Takemara stands, waiting and poised, 
as the former Grand Champ stands up, favoring that knee...
He cues it up, and hits her with a thrust kick to the knee!
Tawny yelps out and attempts not to fall over, 
holding herself against the ropes.
Naja lifts his leg to kick again, 
but Tawny moves, leans against the ropes...
And catapults herself into Naja with a flying cross body block!
She lands on top!
The referee is in position as Tawny rolls the legs up!

ONE!
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TWO!
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Tawny grabs a handful of tights,
furthering her leverage on Naja.

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THREE!!!


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "The winner of the second fall, now leading the match by a score
of 2-0 ... TAWNY BLAKE!"


The slap happy Jap looks around in utter disarray, 
as the former Grand Champion barely props herself up off the mat,
favoring the left knee.
Naja quickly rushes over to the barely kneeling Blake, 
and quickly rolls her up:

ONE!
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T-Tawny kicks out!
But Naja forces her back down with a lateral press!

ONE!
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Tawny kicks out!
Naja slams his hand to the mat once more and springs up,
Then he jumps right down again, 
with an elbow drop right onto her knee...
Yelping out, Tawny holds her knee, 
and Naja comes down on it with his knee...
Tawny attempts to crawl to the ropes, 
but Naja grabs her foot, 
pulling her to the center of the ring! 

HP:  "It don't look too good for my boy Naja!  He's down two freaking
falls already!"
 
RM:  "But he's also heavily working over the knee that Dale Stanwycz
took apart at Demented Quest II!"

Naja begins to apply a spinning toehold, 
leaving Tawny to writhe in pain on the mat
The Master of Submission doing what he does best,
As he now uses the spinning toe hold, 
to set up his figure four leglock!
Tawny shoots off the mat in pain, 
her eyes wide, nearly tearing up, 
as Naja slams his back on the mat applying pressure!
Tawny pounds her fists on the mat, 
and holds her head, crying out in pain.
The referee asks her to give it up, 
reminding her she’d still be ahead...
She responds to him with a big “GO TO HELL!”, 
receiving a small pop...
Takemara presses his hips upward and his legs down, 
putting more pressure on the left knee, 
and causing pain and agony...
So much so in fact, Tawny’s hand lingers, ready to tap out...
But she overcomes the urge and works to fight back, 
trying to turn the hold over...
But Naja just throws his back to the mat putting on pressure,
preventing the counter.

RM:  "Naja Takemara has really done his homework on that bad knee of
Tawny's ... he may be down by two falls, but he's in complete control
of the match."

HP:  "Yeah ... we're not even 20 minutes into the match, but if Tawny
can avoid submitting to this figure four for 40 more minutes, she's got
it made!"

Tawny flails her arms in the air, 
and pounds on the mat in frustration, 
and tries to turn it over again.
But yet again, Naja doesn’t let it happen! 
He’ll have nothing to do with it as he slams his back to the mat,
leaving Tawny no choice but to tap...
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But she doesn’t! 
She sits up and begins reaching over, 
and throwing punches and slaps at Naja’s face!
Takemara sits foreword and fights back, 
holding the figure four, he strikes back at Tawny,
With punches of his own! 
They bend toward each other and continue punching away!
Tawny punches Naja and sends him to the mat, 
and somehow summons the energy...
She bounces herself back toward the ropes, 
and Naja sits up and throws a punch over the figure four...
But, Tawny uses the momentum to her advantage, 
pushing herself back and into the ropes!
The referee starts counting for Naja to release!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
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FOUR!
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FIV-Naja releases the hold at the last possible second! 

HP:  "Naja is really pushing his freaking luck!  If he gets his ass
disqualified, he's gonna be down by three falls, and he might as well
throw in the damn towel!"

RM:  "And if he were to throw in the towel, Hollywood, he's be down by
FOUR falls, and still with 40 minutes to wrestle!" 
 
The referee starts making sure that Naja knows he will DQ him, 
As Tawny struggles to get back to her feet!
She pulls herself up by the ropes and limps down trying to stand.
Naja stands across the ring, 
and chuckles to himself as he moves the referee aside.
He starts moving over to Tawny and throws a kick at the left knee...
Tawny takes the hit and winces looking at him...
Naja lifts his leg for another kick, but Tawny grabs it!
Naja now! WITH AN ENZIGURI!
But he misses and is not on his back...
Tawny puts her good leg through the middle of Naja’s...
Crosses them over her own... and locks NAJA IN HIS OWN FINISHER!
Tawny locks on the Sharpshooter that Naja calls the “Rising Sun!”
Naja’s eyes go wide in shock,
and he immediately begins trying to crawl toward the ropes,
But Tawny sits down hard, trying to hold him in place! 
Naja fights trying to get out of his own hold,
But Tawny will not allow it, 
she locks in the hold as best she can. 

RM:  "What a turn of events!  Naja Takemara is trapped in a
Sharpshooter Deathlock, and may be forced to tap out to his own
signature hold!"

HP:  "I hate to say it, Manning ... but I think Naja might be in over
his damn head against Tawny!  She's got him covered at every turn, and
is already up by two falls!"

The Rising Sun is not something Naja’s used to being put in... 
it’s something he’s used to putting on people, 
so he struggles forward to get to the ropes.
Tawny literally is attempting to sit on Naja’s back in the hold, trying
to keep pressure off her left knee.
The Master of Submission Wrestling begins to pull himself forward, 
as Tawny limps backward with him, 
not having the leg strength to keep him from moving.
And it takes no time at all for Naja to grab the ropes!
The referee begins his count:

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE
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Tawny breaks the hold.
Naja goes to get up, 
but a limping Tawny puts the boots to him, 
and starts to drag him to the middle of the ring!
Tawny drops down and places Naja in a mat-based sleeper, 
knowing she wants to stay off the knee for a while. 

RM:  "Tawny Blake is wrestling a VERY smart match now, Hollywood. 
She's focusing all her offense on rest holds, simply trying to sit on
her two-fall advantage, leaving all the pressure on Naja, which may
eventually give way to panic." 

Takemara decides real quick that he wants off the mat, 
and begins to get up, Blake following.
Tawny has the hold on tight, and now sits behind Naja, 
putting her legs around him with a tazmission-style hold! 
Naja, begins to rock back and forth, 
and back and forth in the hold, trying to break it...
But he cannot! Tawny has it locked in tightly...
He continues to rock back and forth, 
and each time build momentum...
Until finally Tawny finds herself vertical on Naja’s back, 
trying to choke him back down...
But Naja senses where he is in the ring, 
and runs backward as fast as he can,
SLAMMING Tawny’s back into the turnbuckle! OUCH!
Tawny immediately lets go and holds her lower back,
While Naja gasps for air! 
She rushes in with a bulldog as fast as her legs can respond...
But Naja catches her midair... 
and drops her down in a backbreaker!
He quickly covers as the First Lady screams in pain
The referee drops in position:

ONE!
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TWO!

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THREE-NO! 
Blake kicks out in the last possible second! 

HP:  "Naja's finally got his ass a break!  But how the hell is he gonna
get a fall out of it without putting Ol' Panzerotti to sleep?!  This
crap is SO BORING!"

RM:  "It's certainly a different style of match than we usually see in
the DCWL, but it's just as dramatic, if not moreso!"

HP:  "Are watching this through a tricked-out Viewmaster or something,
Manning?!"

Naja screams in frustration, 
as the match is nearly 25 minutes old, 
and he has yet to score a pinfall. 
He picks Blake off the mat, 
and lifts her into a firemans carry...
Takemara carries Tawny's struggling body,
but then plants her down back first on the mat, 
with a jumping Samoan drop!
Blake is smooshed under Naja as he reaches over to hook a leg:

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-

Blake kicks out yet again!
Naja is beside himself! 
He can’t fathom how he’s behind 2-0, 
and can’t put the former Grand Champ down even for one fall!
Groaning, he picks Tawny up once more, 
but she catches him with a rollup!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

NO!  NAJA KICKS OUT WITH NO TIME TO SPARE! 

RM:  "Tawny Blake nearly stole a third fall, which would have been the
nail in the coffin for Naja Takemara!"

HP:  "Has there ever been a 60-minute shutout in one of these matches
before, Manning?"

RM:  "Well, Shawn Michaels did defeat Bret Hart 1-0 ... but that took
about 63 minutes."  

Naja is back to his feet, 
like he’d just taken the maximum human allowance of cafeene pills, 
and he quickly drops an elbow into Tawny’s knee again!
Naja becomes ruthless, 
and quickly beings pounding against the left knee, 
with a series of stomps!
Tawny yelps and screams with each and every drop of Naja’s foot.
Takemara sets her up for another figure four... 
but Tawny shifts her weight...
And Naja falls face first to the mat, 
as Tawny rolls him into an anklelock!
Naja kicks backward at Tawny, 
who releases the hold and pulls herself up, standing...
The slap happy Jap gets up, turns... and gets a kick to the gut..
And Tawny hooks his head for another BLAKE BOMB...
But Naja wants nothing to do with it, and he shoves her away...
Only to catch a thrust kick to the chest for his troubles!
Naja slumps to the mat, 
holding his chest as Tawny points to the top turnbuckle,
And gingerly begins to climb as quick as she can... 
and she makes it up there...
Leaping off the top to the flashes of cameras, 
and comes down with her flying elbow smash!
The elbow crashes across Naja’s chest, 
knocking the rest of the wind out of him! 

HP:  "Nearly 30 minutes have gone by now, Manning!  And it's all Tawny
again!  I thought Naja was the master of this kinda thing, dammit!"

RM:  "Naja is having a difficult time maintaining any kind of extended
advantage on Tawny, and the time limit is definitely beginning to
weight on his mind now!"

Tawny however, is unable to make the cover, 
as Naja lays out, gasping for air.
She landed on her left knee and is taking some time to get back up.
But, finally she does, and she finds Naja stirring, up to one knee...
Tawny limps over as fast as she can and sits on the turnbuckle,
Naja turns to see her, 
as she stands on the second rope, and dives at him!
Miss Blake’s double axehandle smash hits Naja right in the forehead,
and sends him stumbling back.
Tawny, being smart, only comes down on the right leg... 
and as Naja turns back around, 
she jumps up into a spin-wheel kick!
Naja comes crashing down to the mat, 
and Tawny rolls over to hook his leg...

ONE!
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TWO!
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Naja rolls through and put’s Tawny’s shoulders on the mat!

ONE!
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TWO!

Tawny rolls over, and turns it into a small package!

ONE! 
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Naja kicks out, but holds onto Tawny’s arm,
Spinning on the mat, her wraps his legs around it, 
placing her in a cross armbreaker! 

RM:  "What a fantastic string of reversals!  Tawny Blake is no longer
sitting on her lead, Hollywood ... she's looking to extend it now, bad
leg and all!"

HP:  "But it's Naja who's got the submission on now ... so what the
hell are you talking about?!"

RM:  "The big picture, Hollywood ... the big picture."
 
HP:  "This is why I hate this crap ... you don't need a big picture in
the Plunderweight Division, unless you're smashing it over some fool's
head!"
 

Tawny pushes herself up off the mat, 
making Naja’s submission into a rollup!

ONE!
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Naja rolls down, and retains the hold on Tawny!
The First Lady of the DCWL grabs one of Naja’s legs,
And with her good leg she pushes off the canvas, 
flipping him over into a Texas Cloverleaf! 
But before Blake can sit down, 
Naja grabs her left leg and pulls it forward, 
Tawny yelps and legs go of Naja’s legs quickly,
Takemara quickly rolls to his feet, 
and both competitors rush at each other,
AND CLOTHESLINE EACH OTHER TO THE MAT!
Their arms are draped across each other’s chest’s!
The referee looks unsure, but drops to count with both hands!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-They both kick out! 

RM:  "The length of this match is really starting to take its toll now,
which is bad news for Naja Takemara, because he's STILL down by two
falls to Tawny Blake!"

HP:  "I guess that's why the wench has won the Grand Championship
twice, eh?" 

Showing sings of fatigue, both Tawny and Naja begin to get up...
They rise at about the same speed, 
at about the same time the come to look each other in the eyes.
Naja, knowing he has to score a pinfall soon rushes at Tawny, 
who ducks her clothesline!
Coming off the ropes is Takemara, ready to try again, 
and Tawny ducks this one as well!
Naja stops and turns to be kicked in the gut, 
as Tawny gets him up for a rockerdropper!
She leaps in the air to come crashing down, 
but Naja lifts her up with his back, 
she ends up flipping over him, barely landing on her feet.
She locks around Naja’s waist for a German suplex,
Naja struggles for another counter, 
but a quick forearm to the back of the head causes Naja to stop..
She lifts him up, and SLAMS him to the mat with a German suplex:
Tawny holds the bridge!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR—Tawny’s knee gives out, breaking the pin! 

RM:  "Her leg may be getting weaker as this match progresses, but Tawny
Blake is still scoring a lot more near-falls than Naja Takemara!" 

Tawny sits up, and pulls herself up, favoring the knee.
She curses at her chance to put Naja away a third time being lost...
But she doesn’t have much time as Naja takes a swing at her!
She blocks with a forearm, 
but Takemara grabs her and twists her arm back around her back,
And applies a textbook hammerlock!
Naja reaches up to try to lock in the crossface, 
but Tawny grabs him,
And she drops him down into a STUNNER!
Naja flies back, holding his jaw...
While Tawny attempts to limp over, 
for another high risk turnbuckle jump.
However, she has company as Naja is quick to get over to the buckles.
In fact, he lifts her off as if to scoopslam her...
And he drops her, small of the back first, over his knee!
Blake’s face lets out a grimace, 
as Takemara drops her to the mat.
He makes the cover:

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-

Blake kicks out yet again!
Naja quickly pulls Blake to the middle, 
and starts to apply the Rising Sun in anger!
But Blake rolls him up as he picks her legs up!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE

No, Naja kicks out! 
The fans let out an "OOOOH!", 
as the intensity rises some more!
 
HP:  "Even the freaking humanoids know the road this match is
travelling, dammit!  We're at the 35-minute mark, and as far as Ol'
Panzerotti can tell, Naja Takemara is past the point of no freaking
return!  He can't win the match now!"

RM:  "You may be right, Hollywood.  I don't think anyone in the DCWL
could defeat Tawny Blake twice in 25 minutes, let alone three times!" 

The angry Naja grabs his hair, nearly ripping it out. 
Frustrated, he gets back to his feet.
Tawny pulls herself up in the corner, 
favoring her left knee heavily.
Breathing hard, both of them look across the ring, 
knowing full well that it’s not over yet.
Naja runs in at the corner for a splash, 
of course, telegraphing it...
Tawny moves, which Naja expects! 
He stops himself from crashing into the turnbuckle... 
and hits Tawny in the face with an elbow! 
Tawny stumbles back and Naja goes in to clip her knee!
But she jumps over the attempt, 
and brings her foot down onto the back of Naja's neck!
Naja yelps out as he’s sent to the canavas face first...
Tawny backs away as he quickly pulls himself up in the corner...
Only to find Tawny charging in, 
and nailing him with an elbow to the face!
Naja bounces back into the corner,
But as Blake comes in with another elbow, be grabs it...
And drops her down to the mat for a crossface! 

RM:  "Naja Takemara seems to be able to counter almost anything into a
submission hold, but I think on this night, Tawny Blake has no plan to
concede a fall to him by submitting!"

HP:  "It's that Power Chick thing, right?  I am woman, hear me belch
... the old hairy-armpitted feminist card."

Naja latches it on, wrenching back on Blake’s face!
She screams out, but quickly gets her feet on the ropes.
The referee orders Naja to break the hold, 
which he immediately does.
He pulls Tawny up by the air now.. 
he sets her up...lifts her in the air..
And drops her knee first across his knee with a knee breaker!
Tawny’s eyes shut tightly in pain, 
as Naja begins to set her up for a figure four!
But as Naja spins, she uses the good leg to shove him forward,
Sending him between the turnbuckles, 
shoulder first into the steel ringpost!
Naja pulls himself out of a vulnerable predicament, 
as Blake pulls herself up slowly.
He holds his shoulder in pain, 
as Tawny comes on with a Mongolian chop to the collarbone! 
Naja scowls in agony but hits Tawny back with an uppercut...
But Tawny responds quickly with a right hand, and another...
And she pulls back, and clotheslines Naja right to the mat!
Tawny seems to have a second wind, 
as she pulls Naja from the mat.
She places him in a front chancery... 
and sends him down with a snap suplex,
As if to stay off her knee still, however.

RM:  "On the whole, Tawny Blake has dominated Naja Takemara throughout
this match, and even as we approach the 40-minute mark, that pattern
does not seem to be changing."

Tawny drops an elbow across Naja’s chest to keep him down!
She bounces off the ropes upon standing up, 
and comes back down on him with a forearm to the neck!
Naja’s arms flail in the air, 
as she places her elbow across his throat, choking him.
The referee orders the hold released!

ONE! 
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TWO!
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THREE!
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FOUR!
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FIV-

Tawny lets go!
With a smirk, Tawny pulls Naja from the mat, 
setting him up for a BLAKE BOMB!
She hooks his head and spins...
But as she comes down with the Tornado DDT, 
Naja tosses her off...
Tawny’s back and head hit the mat with a thud.
Naja reaches down...
And grabs her legs from the mat... 
crossing them, turning her over...
NAJA NOW LOCKS ON THE RISING SUN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

HP:  "YES!  The best submission move ever invented, baby!  It looks so
damn hot when Naja applies it tight like this ... wait, that's now how
Ol' Panzerotti intended that to sound." 
 
Tawny fights it, however. 
She bites her lip, pounding her fist on the mat.
But Naja sits back, 
wrenching back onto the lower back of the former Grand Champion.
Naja has the hold locked in place, dead middle of the ring!
Tawny tries to fight the pain, tries not to tap, 
Naja all the while, 
Screaming that he’ll never release the hold.
The referee asks if Tawny will give it up...
But she screams back at him “NEVER!”
This only pisses Naja off, as he sits back further, 
hoping to apply maximum pressure to her back and legs.
The First Lady of the DCWL holds up her hand, 
ready to tap out...
But she instead slams her fist to the mat, 
screaming out... trying to block the pain still!
Naja still insists that he’s not letting go, not ever.
The referee asks Tawny once more, “Come on, Tawny, give up”
Tawny looks up at the referee, 
tears beginning to swell in her eyes from the pain...
And she clenches her teeth, muttering out a faint “....noo....”  
 
RM:  "Tawny Blake is still not submitting, even to Naja's most
devastating weapon!  If Naja can't score a fall now, the psychological
blow will be too great to come back from!"

The Rising Sun, Naja’s feared submission locked on, 
forcing the legs and back into positions they weren’t made for.
Naja yells at the referee to “ASK HER! ASK HER!”
Tawny faintly shakes her head, 
letting the referee know she’s not giving in..
Tawny begins to reach toward the ropes, which seem so far away...
She tries to inch out, 
tries to get away from the Slap Happy Jap,
But Naja doesn’t let her move an inch!
Wrenching back, Naja yells at Tawny “GIVE IT UP, BITCH!”
But gets an exhausted “Go to hell...” from Miss Blake!
The former DCWL Champ gets more motivation to inch toward the ropes,
And she tires yet again to get to the safety of those elastic bands...
But Naja has the hold locked in, center of the ring... 
and is not letting go...
Finally, Tawny’s head starts feverishly shaking, 
as she slams her hand on the mat,
And the First Lady of the DCWL taps out to Naja's Rising Sun!
The referee calls for the bell! 


**DING DING DING** 

PA:  "The winner of the fall ... is NAJA TAKEMARA!  However, Tawny
Blake still leads the match by a score of 2-to-1."


The referee forces Naja to release the hold, 
and he looks down at Tawny...
He breathes heavily, as Tawny slams her fists in the mat,
In obvious pain and agony, 
the First Lady begins to pull herself up.
But as she looks up, Naja kicks her right in the face,
Sending her back down... 
and he grabs her legs, Tawny fighting to get away...
And he crosses them over his own... 
and begins to turn her into another sharpshooter..
But Tawny grabs the other leg, 
trying to keep Naja from applying the hold a second time..
Naja however still keeps Tawny spinning on her shoulders,
As he continues to try to turn her over into his Rising Sun!
And finally... 
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HE DOES!
Naja locks on the dreaded finisher once more!
But this time Tawny is just inches from reaching the ropes!
She extends her arm out, screaming in pain, 
but the ropes are too far!
Naja locks on the hold tightly, 
as Tawny tries and tries to reach the safety of the bottom rope...
Finally, she starts TAPPING OUT AGAIN! 


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "The winner of the fall, tying the match at 2 falls each ... is
NAJA TAKEMARA!"


The crowd explodes over the tying fall, 
as Naja immediately releases the hold, 
and Tawny wraps her arms around the ropes,
Preventing another submission hold from taking place!
Takemara stalks over Tawny, ready to pounce...
He lifts her up by the hair, and locks her in a front chancery...
And swings her around with a swinging neckbreaker!
Tawny lay on the mat, breathing heavily as Naja slowly gets up, 
Also feeling the effects of the long match.
Naja beings to pull Tawny up yet again,
And he sets her up for a PILEDRIVER!
He lifts her up, but Tawny kicks her legs, 
taking her back down to her knees.
Takemara slams a forearm onto her back, lifting her up again...
And he sends her head first into the mat with a piledriver!
He places himself in position for a lateral press:

ONE!
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TWO!
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TAWNY KICKS OUT!

RM:  "The tide of this match has COMPLETELY turned!  Naja Takemara used
his famed submission finisher to even the score in this match, and now
he's pulling out some heavy artillary!" 

Naja slowly pulls Tawny up to her feet again, 
and she fights back with a swing of a right hand!
Takemara blocks it, 
and hit his across the face with an openhanded slap!
The First Lady stumbles back...
AND SPEARS NAJA TO THE MAT!
Tawny begins hammering away at Naja’s face with right hands!
Naja does his best to cover up, 
but Tawny hammers away at his face!
Tawny takes her fingers and rakes them right across his eyes,
Causing Naja to hold his face as Blake struggles to her feet!
Tawny stands poised as Naja gets up, vision blurred...
And she lays Takemara out with a superkick!
Naja slumps to the mat, 
as Tawny literally falls on top, hooking a leg!

ONE!
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TWO!
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Naja kicks out!
Tawny holds her head in frustration, 
and both competitors start getting back to their feet... 

HP:  "If there ever was a time for PLUNDAH, it's now, dammit!" 

RM:  "Absolutely not!  We're witnessing the greatest technical
wrestling match in the DCWL history!  Students of the sport are going
to study this match for years to come, regardless of who winds up
winning!"
 
Takemara and Blake both know that time is running out...
So they rush in and lockup with each other... 
And Tawny’s reduced leg strength again works against her, 
as Naja forces her into the corner...
Naja brings his hand back and *WHACK!* 
The crowd responds “WOO!” as Takemara chops Tawny’s chest!
Blake grabs Naja however, and turns it around..
She throws him into the corner, and chops him herself!
The crowd lets out a “WOO!”
And without warning, Tawny leaps up, 
wrapping her legs around Naja’s neck...
And she hits him with a hurricanrana!
She hooks the legs!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO! Naja kicks out!
Tawny looks as Takemara between her legs, 
and she begins to lay into him with a flurry of right hands!
The referee pulls Tawny off, 
and reminds her he’ll disqualify her for such conduct.

HP:  "C'mon, ref!  Let the punches go, dammit!  They've earned a bit of
bloodshedding ... hell, I'VE earned some bloodshed for sitting through
this damn thing!"
 
RM:  "Only TEN MINUTES remain in the match now, and the score is tied! 
We may need sudden death overtime to settle this match!"
 
Tawny argues with the referee for a moment, 
but Naja regains her focus as he stands up.
Miss Blake seems to be blocking out the pain of her knee, 
as she steps forward, 
And sends Naja back to the mat with a running lariat!
Naja quickly back up though.. 
and quickly back down with another lariat!
Takemara, not knowing when to quit, gets up one more,
And again Tawny levels him with a-NO!
Naja sends Blake flying to the mat with an armdrag!
Tawny rolls through and gets back to her feet, 
and runs in at Naja...
He responds with another armdrag, 
which she rolls through yet again and comes back in for another,
But this time Naja drops down with a drop toehold!
Quickly he grabs the injured leg, 
like a rabid wolf smelling blood,
And he spins Tawny onto her stomach with a half-crab!
Tawny screams out in pain, refusing to submit again!
She quickly finds the ropes, pulling herself along but her arms!
The referee orders the hold to be broken. 

RM:  "Say what you will about Tawny Blake, but she truly has the heart
of a Champion!  She's managed to pull this match back to a stalemate
after Naja Takemara had her completely finished only moments ago."

Naja pulls Tawny to the middle of the ring, 
and he drives his knee into her leg...
Tawny yelps out once more, 
as Takemara does it a second and a third time...
Naja, sensing victory, begins to lock on a modified anklelock,
He focuses the pressure point on the knee...
But as he lifts the knee, Tawny rolls under and rolls Naja up!

ONE!
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TWO!
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Naja kicks out!
Frustrated, Naja slams an elbow into Tawny’s jaw as soon as he rises.
Tawny falls back to the canvas,
and Takemara makes a cover of his own!

ONE!
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TWO
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Tawny kicks out again! 

RM:  "By my count, that's the 23rd near-fall of the match!  I've never
seen anything like this in my entire career calling matches!"

HP:  "You've actually been counting?  That's so freaking sad..." 

As Tawny kicks out, she gets to her feet as quickly as she can.
But Naja is faster, and he clips her knee out from under her.
Tawny crashes to the mat, and Naja quickly picks her up.
He locks in a front chancery, and lifts her high into the air...
And he hooks her leg, and drops to a sitting position,
The back of Tawny’s neck takes the full brunt of attack, 
as her weight comes down onto Naja’s shoulder!
Naja covers!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO! TAWNY KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Naja pounds his fist on the mat, 
frustrated that he can’t find a way to keep Tawny down!
He picks her up once more by the hair! 

RM:  "FIVE MINUTES!  That's all that's left in the match, folks!"

And Naja hooks her arms, 
and plants her onto the mat with a double underhook DDT!
Naja makes the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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TH-NO! Tawny kicks out!
Naja screams out, “WHY!?” as he quickly rips Tawny from the mat...
And sends her back down with a massive sidewalk slam!
Breathing hard, he stumbles over to the turnbuckle...
And slowly he begins to ascend the turnbuckles! 

RM:  "Naja Takemara is heading to the top rope for the first time in
this entire match!  Will the high risk pay off for him?"

HP:  "It would if he had a damn crowbar in his hands!"

Naja struggles to keep on the ropes, 
and he finds himself slipping and falling, straddling the turnbuckle,
As Tawny surprisingly throws her body on the top rope, 
making Naja lose balance!
Tawny slowly crawls to the turnbuckle..
And the two exchange blows for a moment...
But a forearm by Tawny, and another! 
Naja’s body exhausts on the top..
Tawny begins to climb up to Naja..
And he continues to fight back...
But an elbow to the cranium is all that it takes...
And Naja finds himself set up, locked under Tawny...
SHE HAS HIM READY FOR A SUPER BLAKE BOMB!
Tawny sets Naja in position...
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BUT HER LEG GIVES OUT!
Falling, Naja flips over her head, 
as if she was superplexing him...
But Naja lands on top, his elbow right in the chest of Tawny, 
knocking the wind out of her!
But Naja’s head also crashes into the mat, however!
The referee counts:

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

 
**DING DING DING**

PA:  "The winner of the fifth fall, and taking his first lead of the
match ... is NAJA TAKEMARA!"
 

Both competitors lay motionless on the mat,
as the crowd is on its feet with cheers for their athleticism.
The referee looks on as both wrestler’s body’s lay exhausted.
Naja’s nearly conconcious body barely moves, 
as Tawny barely musters the strength to shove it off her.
Tawny lay there, trying to get up, 
but is too exhausted to continue...
She lay, staring up at the lights, 
trying to muster the will to go on.
While Naja lay face first in the mat, 
not showing any signs that he is even able to move...
He breathes deep, exhausted breaths...
The referee starts to check in with Tawny, 
who doesn’t respond with words...
She still tries to find some way to tell her body to move, 
even though it is well beyond it’s limits.
Naja still lay motionless, 
as the referee comes over to check on him,
But there is a slight sign of movement, 
as he barely rolls himself over,
And onto his back.
He lifts his arm up into the air, 
and tries to pick himself off the mat...
Who knows if he even realizes he’s ahead...
Or if Tawny knows she’s been pinned...
But suddenly... 
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**DING DING DING**


PA:  "The 60-Minute Time Limit HAS EXPIRED!  The winner of the match,
with a final score of 3 falls to 2 ... is NAJAAAAAA
TAKEMAAAARAAAAAAAA!!!"

(The crowd explodes with cheers, as every fan in the HSBC Arena rises
to their feet in an ovation for the two wrestlers!  Mistress Dandelion
enters the ring, looking down at Naja with a look of pride, as she
helps him up to his feet, while the referee moves in to raise his arm
in a token of victory!)

RM:  "Naja Takemara has done it!  He's defeated the former two-time
Grand Champion, Tawny Blake!  It's the biggest win of his career, and
without question, a HUGE upset!"

HP:  "All I gotta say is thank God for caffeine ... COKE IS IT, BABY!"

RM:  "Folks, this was quite possibly the greatest match in the history
of the DCWL ... and not a single Championship belt is to be found! 
Congratulations to both Naja Takemara and Tawny Blake!"

HP:  "What about me?!  Where is Ol' Panzerotti's congratulations for
staying awake through the whole damn thing?!"

RM:  "Folks, I understand that Skye Ashner is backstage, getting ready
for his moment of truth ... so let's check it out!"

(The camera cuts into a locker room in the backstage area, where Skye
Ashner is lacing up his black boots with gold laces. He seems to be
wearing a special gold attire for his match, with black kanji. Sort of
a reverse form the norm.  Matt Cole comes through the door at that
moment, with heavy bandaging around his head and ribs, having been all
patched up following his Last Man Standing match against Noah
Prejudice.  Ashner looks up as Cole enters the room.) 

Cole: "Heya kid.. you holdin up ok?"

Ashner: "Yeah, I'm doin' all right, how about you?"

(Cole nods) 

Ashner: "I'm a little worried about this match, Vindy's going to have
all the help he can get... and me? I've got nothing, No one to turn to
right now... because even if I did, I lose by DQ, while he can do
whatever he wants... kinda scary... Hey, could you do me a favor, bud?"

(Cole looks Skye in the eye) 

Cole: "Yer fightin yer own fight tonight. Vindy is all yers. I don't
play that 'messing with other peoples fight' (bleep). That is how the
EPC's way not mine...you should know that by now."

Ashner: "Yeah... but if you see any of those EPC jerks in the back,
gettin' ready to come waltzing out... at least let them know that I'll
be giving them hell when they get out there... and remember... no
matter how bad it looks for me, no matter how much of my blood is on
the mat, even if I'm unable to move... don't help me, Matt.... are we
clear?"

Cole : "I am crystal on it...just kick his ass." 

(Ashner smiles and nods to Cole as he turns and walks out of the
dressing room. This leaves Ashner there alone.)
 
Ashner: "Looks like it's just about that time. Vindy... pray your life
is just a dream, but don't wake up from it yet... the next part, is in
a sense... classic."
 
(Cut back to broadcast table.)

HP:  "It's GO TIME!  I'm ready for some PLUNDAH at long last!"


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "The following contest is the TITLE UNIFICATION MATCH, scheduled
for one fall, with a 45 minute time limit!  Introducing first..."

(The lights go out in the arena and the crowd pops with a loud cheer! 
As the high angelic pitch of the female gregorian chants fill the
speakers in the arena, the pop turns into pure boos of hatred.  A pure
white light shines down on  the entrance area, while a white path is
illuminates, leading towards the ring.)  

PA:  "... hailing from the Unknown Parts of New Jersey ... and weighing
275 pounds ... here is the reigning DCWL Purebreed Champion, wrestling
tonight under the rules of the Plunderweight Division ... THE
VINDICATOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!"

(As the screen lights up 'EPC', the boos begin to pour down from the
rafters to the floor.  Three rotating profiles are shown on the video
screen, one of Johnny Detson, one of Crimestarter Jim, and one of the
Vindicator.  The video screen then shows shaking hands with the three
and joining the group, followed by a profile shot of Guido.  Vindy,
CSJ, and Detson are each dressed in suits and standing side by side at
the entrance.  The video screen then says , "Metropolitan MEGAstar",
followed by the Vindicator.)  

HP:  "Now THIS is what Ol' Panzerotti calls an entrance!  The
Vindicator has come a long damn way from the depths of suckitude."

(Ref and green lasers form a very intricate V design in the middle of
the ring as Vindy makes his way to the ring, wearing a pair of maroon,
forest green, and black camouflage cargo pants, which appear to be
quite bulky at the sides.  Vindy jumps on the apron and then does a
flip into the ring, followed by a flexing pose for the crowd.)

PA:  "And his opponent ..."

(The lights in the arena dim, and for a moment, there is silence,
anticipation. From the silence can henceforth be heard the sound of
high heels clicking against the floor. A single spotlight begins its
way slowly up the ramp. A feint melody strums over the stings of a bass
guitar, and as the spotlight now stops, lingering over the entryway, no
longer is the clicking sound of heels heard. For now, standing in the
sole spotlight is a red haired maiden. In a black single piece dress
with a slit down the left side, a golden Asian-looking design curling
up the slit and around her body. The woman now looks up with a smile,
and former War of the Words hostess Blaze Crimson brings a microphone
to her red lips.) 

BLAZE: “Ladies and Gentlemen....” 

(With just the three words, the crowd lets out a small cheer.) 

BLAZE: “...tonight! DCWL history will be made... tonight! ...One
division fades, and another is born anew... tonight is the night where
legends are made, and dreams realized... The following match is the
co-main event of the evening, and it’s fitting that we start the
beginning of the end off right...” 

(Claps, an ovation, from a hyped crowd. Blaze smiles, lets out a laugh
before continuing.) 

BLAZE: “...so... ladies and gentlemen... are you ready for the GREATEST
DAMN SHOW ON THE GRANDEST STAGE?” 

(Warm response, loud cheers. The fans begin to rise to their feet as
well.) 

BLAZE: “ARE YOU READY FOR THE THRILL RIDE THAT IS THE DCWL!? ARE YOU
READY FOR A NIGHT THAT CAN ONLY BE REMEMBERED....” 

(Blaze’s voice lowers from the rallying cries heard previous, she turns
away from the crowd and begins to walk back up the ramp, directly under
the entryway under the Jumbo-Tron. She lowers her head and pauses...
but whispers the remaining phrase of her sentence.) 

BLAZE: “....as... in a sense.... classic...” 

(The lights of the ramp way suddenly come to life, and there on stage
is San Diego local band, Sex Machina, and the lead guitarist, “Cheeto”
leads the band into rhythm. The drummer, Gabe taps his snare ready for
action, while bassist Heath continues to strum his bass guitar with a
melancholy look about his face. Looking up at the microphone, “Cheeto”
and the group kick it into high gear, strumming off the first notes of
POD’s song “Alive.” The strobe lights begin, and as the band plays, the
lights dim down, leaving an orange overlaid light that fogs the stage.
Then, the top of the jumbotron lights up, and a sole figure stands atop
it. Under heavy cheers Skye Ashner throws his hands in the air! The
band continues to play, as Blaze Crimson brings the microphone to her
lips.)  

BLAZE: “Allow me to introduce to you... from Kyoto, Japan... weighing
in at one hundred and eighty pounds, chiseled abs, AND STUNINNG
FEATURES INCLUDED! Wearing the black on gold... the man who will take
this night and forever etch it into our memories... LADIES AND
GENTLEMEN....” 

(Ashner stands atop the jumbotron, extending his arms out to the fans,
calling them for their praise. Clad in golden tights, with black kanji
covering the legs, with the words “The New Classic” written on the seat
in silver, with a matching golden vest with a large sized kanji in
silver and black on the back. The Plunderweight title is secure around
his chiseled abs. Skye smiles confidently as Blaze continues) 

BLAZE: “I GIVE YOU... “THE NEW CLASSIC” SKKYYYEEEEEEEEEE
AAAASSSSHNNEEEEERRRRRR!!!” 

(At the calling of his name, Ashner reaches up and places his arms and
legs around a harness and suddenly begins a decent toward the ring. A
million camera flashes go off as Skye’s ride to the ring from above by
way of zipcord is something unseen in the DCWL! The zipcord takes Skye
right to the ring, where he lets go, dropping into place in the middle
of the ring.) 

RM: “My god, Hollywood! This is unseen in the DCWL, Ashner’s trying to
rally make tonight memorable!” 

HP: “The most memorable thing about this is that this is the last time
we have to put up with that crappy entrance song of Skye’s!”  

(Ashner rises to his feet and strikes a pose for the crowd, pulling the
Plunderweight Title away from his waist and hoisting it up in the air,
getting his share of the cheers for the evening. He then turns to the
other side of the ring, removing his vest and tossing it out into the
crowd, giving some lucky fan a high-dollar souvenir to remember. The
band begins to wind down, as the lights dim back up, leaving Skye
Ashner shuffling his feet, ready for the Vindicator, as the referee
calls for the bell.) 


**DING DING DING**

Skye Ashner has a look of intense focus on his face,
as he observes the bulky cargo pants on Vindy,
while the EPC kingpin grins at his foe with a cocky glow.
The Vindicator calls for Ashner to lock up,
and Skye moves in cautiously.
Their arms raise for the collar-and-elbow tie-up,
when Ashner suddenly ducks down,
securing Vindy's head and pulling him into a small package!
The referee counts:

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!


**DING DING DING**

The crowd EXPLODES into cheers,
but the referee waves off the count,
signalling only a two count to the timekeeper,
who blushes with embarassment at ringside.

RM:  "Skye Ashner almost had the match won, completely catching The
Vindicator off-guard!"

Shooting back up to his feet with fury,
Vindy charges at the waiting Ashner,
and takes a wild swing, which Skye ducks,
before spinning himself around behind The Vindicator.
Vindy turns sharply,
but is met with a kick to the gut,
making him double over in a shocked gasp,
allowing Ashner to apply a front face lock,
and then lift Vindy into a Fisherman's Suplex,
and bridging his back to land a pinning position!
The referee counts:

ONE
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TWO
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THREE-

KICKOUT BY THE VINDICATOR!

HP:  "What the hell does that damn fairy think he's doing in there?! 
He's supposed to be fighting the epic of his damn life!"

RM:  "The Vindicator has carte blanche with the Plunderweight rules
tonight, Hollywood, and Ashner needs any kind of psychological
advantage he can find early in this match!"

Again, both wrestlers rise to their feet quickly,
as Ashner charges into the ropes,
and runs straight at The Vindicator,
who braces himself for impact,
only to have Ashner side between his legs and out the other side!
Skye rolls back up to his feet,
and rebounds from the opposite ropes,
when The Vindicator turns and cocks an elbow,
only to have Ashner duck it and bound into the other ropes again.
Vindy ducks his head for a backdrop,
but Ashner leaps over his back and into a sunset flip!
The crowd is wild with cheers,
as Vindy swings his arms,
trying to avoid being pulled down into another pinning position!
Vindy plants one foot securely,
and then pulls out a pair of brass knuckles from his cargo pants,
before slamming them downwards,
and punching Ashner between the eyes with them!

HP:  "YES!  The only flying Ashner is gonna be seeing now is the
butterflies dancing around his stupid head!  HA!"

RM:  "And remember, folks, the outlandish stipulation set by
Commissioner Guido Milano means that The Vindicator can use any weapon
he chooses and can pin Ashner anywhere, while Skye Ashner must play by
the rules and can lose his title by Disqualification!"

Ashner's arms and legs fall into a spread,
as he temporarily knocked loopy.
The Vindicator gives him no time to recover,
yanking him up by the hair,
and shoving Skye's limp body into a corner.
Vindy adjusts the brass knucks on his right hand,
and delivers a flurry of punches with the grooved metal,
quickly opening a gash on Ashner's forehead.

RM:  "The Vindicator is taking full advantage of these crooked rules,
and Skye Ashner is already wearing the crimson mask!"

HP:  "YES!  Turn his ass into a flaming red fairy, Vindy!  HA!"

The Vindicator finally steps out of the corner,
watching Skye with a sick smile on his face,
as Ashner tumbles down to his knees,
his head loosely swaying on his neck.
Vindy calmly lifts a boot,
shoving it across the face of Ashner,
and sending him into a crumpled mess on the canvas.
The Purebreed Champ looks out to the crowd,
showing off his handiwork on Ashner's face,
as the fans loudly jeer him.

HP:  "Dammit, Vindy, do your freaking showboating AFTER the match!  Get
back to plucking the fairy's wings off!"

The Vindicator laughs to himself,
as he pulls the groggy Ashner back to his feet.
Skye quickly responds with a punch to the midsection,
but Vindy stops any hope of a comeback with a sharp knee to the gut.
Tossing Ashner into the ropes,
Vindy waits in position,
and then hoists Ashner up into a gorilla press!
Skye tries to wriggle out of the position,
as the fans loudly cheer for him,
but Vindy quickly moves to the ropes,
and dumps Ashner's body over the top rope,
letting him fall face-down to the concrete!

*! THUD !*

The crowd has returned to loud jeers,
as Vindy grins again, and forms the V-Symbol with his hands,
before exiting the ring to the floor.

RM:  "The Vindicator has clearly set a leisurely pace for himself,
which he can certainly afford to do under the circumstances."

HP:  "Yeah, baby!  He's gonna drag out Ashner's pain for a LONG
freaking time, dammit!  Ashner's gonna have to put on a freaking mask
and call himself the Fairy Phoenix when this is all over!  HA!"

The Vindicator scoops up a steel folding chair,
as Ashner slowly rolls towards the guard rail,
trying to pull himself back up.
Vindy gets a sinister grin on his face,
as he cocks the chair into a striking position.
Ashner is up to his knees now,
before leaning back against the rail to push himself up.
The Vindicator moves in,
as the groggy Ashner moves into a defensive position,
when Vindy suddenly stops in his tracks,
and lobs the chair towards Ashner,
who catches it in his hands.
Vindy gives Ashner a "bring it on" gesture,
daring Skye to hit him with the chair!

RM:  "What on earth is The Vindicator doing now?!"

HP:  "He's trying to get Skye Ashner to use the chair and disqualify
himself!  HA!  The only thing worse than being beaten to a pulp would
be losing the gold because of your own damn stupidity!"

Ashner gets a sneer on his face,
and rears back with the chair,
bringing it down towards The Vindicator's head,
only to stop at the last second,
realizing the consequences of the tempting action.
Suddenly, Vindy raises his leg for a big boot,
smashing the chair up into Ashner's face,
and leveling him back down to the concrete again.
Just then, everyone's attentions turn to the entranceway,
as Crimestarter Jim and Johnny Detson appear,
carrying a 12-foot ladder with them!
They erect the tall structure at the top of the entranceway,
and then begin applauding Vindy's dominance of the match.

HP:  "YES!  Gimmie the PLUNDAH, baby!"

RM:  "What's this about?  The Vindicator is in complete control of the
match, and these two hooligans STILL need to stick their nose into this
contest!"

HP:  "HEY!  You can't call the NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS hooligans,
dammit!"

The Vindicator looks up the aisleway,
to see his two collaborators and a ladder in the distance,
and immediately his face lights up with excitement.
He yanks Ashner back to his feet,
and hoists Skye into an over-the-shoulder powerslam position,
before carrying him up the ramp towards the ladder.
Ashner begins to struggle in the position,
forcing Vindy to complete the powerslam execution,
crushing Ashner's body into the cold steel ramp.
The crowd is jeering rabidly,
as Vindy grabs two handfuls of hair,
dragging Ashner further towards the ladder.

HP:  "Can you spell PLUNDAH, Manning?!  The end for Ashner is near, and
Ol' Panzerotti is gonna love every damn second of it!"

RM:  "Someone needs to stop this, but if anyone did, Skye Ashner would
be disqualified and lose the Plunderweight Championship!"

The bloodied Ashner is struggling against the hair pull,
and suddenly counters with a leg sweep!
The Vindicator falls to the steel ramp,
allowing Ashner to pounce on top of Vindy,
attacking with a flurry of half-energized punches.
Detson and CSJ look concerned about Vindy,
but do not make a move towards the fighting duo.
Ashner reaches down, grabbing the hair of Vindy,
but as he does so,
Vindy reaches up with a spray bottle in-hand,
and sprays the unknown substance into Skye's eyes!

RM:  "The Vindicator has those cargo pants loaded with weapons!  How
can Skye Ashner possibly establish an advantage!"

HP:  "HE CAN'T!  That's the whole freaking point, Manning!"

Ashner shrieks from the blinding pain,
and rolls off of The Vindicator,
allowing him to quickly rise to his feet.
Vindy quickly follows up on the spray,
by shoving Ashner's head between his legs in a standing headscissors,
before double underhooking the arms,
and executing the Double Underhook Piledriver,
smashing Ashner's head and face into the steel!

RM:  "TOTAL VINDICATION!  It's gotta be all over, Hollywood!" 

The Vindicator rolls over to make the lateral press,
but suddenly stops as he looks up at the ladder again.
Ashner is motionless now,
as Vindy yanks him up yet again,
hoisting the limp form of the Plunderweight Champion over his shoulder.
Jim and Detson are chanting "E-P-C! E-P-C!",
while the crowd loudly boos the events taking place.
Vindy reaches the foot of the ladder,
and begins to climb, still with Ashner over his shoulder!

HP:  "HA HAA!!  Here comes the Coup de Gras, Manning!  I dunno what
Vindy has in mind, but it's gonna turn Skye Ashner into Fairy Dust,
baby!  WOO!"

As he reaches the top of the ladder,
The Vindicator places Ashner down back-first on the top rung,
holding him there and uttering a few undiscernable words,
before he applies chokehold,
and starts lifting Ashner's body from the ladder.
Suddenly, Ashner swings his body around with hands on the ladder,
and lands on the shoulders of The Vindicator!
The crowd is on its feet,
as Ashner flips backwards,
sending Vindy flying off of the 12-foot ladder,
with a stunning reverse hurricanrana!
Ashner grabs hold of one of the ladder rungs,
as Vindy falls face-down towards the steel ramp!

*! SMAAAAASH !*

The crowd bursts into wild cheers,
while Ashner dangles from the ladder by his arms,
and slowly regains his footing,
before starting to CLIMB UP the ladder again!

HP:  "Dammit, what the hell are Detson and Crimestarter just standing
there for?!"

RM:  "The Vindicator must have told them not to get involved!  They may
be just here as spectators!"

Ashner finally reaches the top rung of the ladder,
and stands atop of the 12-foot structure,
trying to keep his balance and measure his fallen foe.
Skye looks out to the crowd and points down at Vindy,
receiving a deafening ovation from the fans!
Ashner takes a deep breath,
and then leaps...
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BACKWARDS into a moonsault!
Detson and Crimestarter are frozen in shock,
as Ashner's body crashes down onto them with the arial assault!

RM:  "UNBELIEVABLE!  If the other Elite Players weren't involved
before, they are now!"

HP:  "Why the hell would that Fairy waste his big moment on two dudes
not even involved in the damn match?!"

RM:  "Because we ALL know that they wouldn't have stayed uninvolved,
Hollywood!  They've NEVER stayed uninvolved!"

All three men are in a flesh heap on the entranceway ramp,
as the crowd is going bezerk with cheers!
The Vindicator is slowly crawling up the ramp,
as Ashner is trying to recover from his daring fall.
Skye rises to his knees,
his eyes squinting from the pain throughout his body,
just as Vindy reaches the 12-foot ladder,
and shoves it down towards the three wrestlers...

*! THWAAAAAM !*

... where it first crashes down onto Skye's stunned head,
and then lands upon Detson and Crimestarter,
who all grown in pain from the fallen steel on top of them.

HP:  "HA!  The Vindicator is gonna go to any lengths to destroy Ashner,
even if he has to take out his own dudes in the process!"

RM:  "I don't know how much longer this battle can go on, Hollywood! 
Skye Ashner must be in a world of pain, and there's no way The
Vindicator can be at 100% after falling from that ladder only moments
ago!"

The Vindicator is crawling towards the bloody, semi-conscious Ashner,
where the ladder has his legs pinned underneath it,
along with being tied up within the bodies of Detson and CSJ.
Vindy motions for the referee,
before draping an arm over Ashner's torso.
The referee moves in from the safe distance he was keeping,
and drops in position to count:

ONE
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TWO
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THREE-

SHOULDER UP BY SKYE ASHNER!

The crowd wildly cheers for Ashner's will to continue,
as The Vindicator glares at the referee,
unwilling to accept that it was only a two count.
He quickly rises to his knees,
picks up the hefty ladder,
and then throws it down onto Ashner's legs,
bashing the bodies of his partners in the process!

RM:  "The Vindicator has gone over the edge of sanity!  He's willing to
destroy his fellow Elite Players to bring down Skye Ashner and unify
these two Championships!"

Ashner screams out in pain from the leg attack,
just as Vindy drops an elbow across his face, silencing him.
Vindy grabs two handfuls of hair,
dragging Ashner out of the wreckage,
and whipping the smaller wrestler down the asile,
where Skye's body settles about half-way down the steel ramp.
The Vindicator follows behind,
and then grabs the right ankle of Ashner,
before lifting it high into the air,
and then spiking his knee down onto the steel ramp!
Ashner screams out in pain,
while trying to drag himself towards the ring.

RM:  "I think Skye Ashner knows that the only way he's going to win
this match is by getting back into the ring!"

HP:  "BAH!  The damn fairy knows that if he doesn't get back in the
ring, Vindy's gonna break his damn leg right off of his freaking body!"

The Vindicator saunters behind Ashner,
allowing him to progress a few feet towards the ring,
before he raises a boot,
and stomps down onto the damaged right knee again!
Ashner screams again, and tries rolling away,
until he stops at the guard rail,
where the ringside fans are shouting encouragement to him.
Meanwhile, Detson and Crimestarter begin to stir under the ladder,
and together, begin to free themselves from its weight.
The Vindicator grabs another handful of Skye's hair,
pulling the groggy star to his feet,
before reaching down and folding up his right leg,
then lifting him into the air for a knee breaker,
but instead turns,
and slams the knee directly onto the guard rail!

RM:  "MY GOSH!  Skye Ashner is being torn apart by The Vindicator now,
and his hopes of unifying these titles are slipping away."

HP:  "Are you kidding me?!  His hopes were non-existant before he even
arrived in Buffalo, dammit!"

Again, Ashner cries out from the sharp pain,
as he collapses to the floor again.
The Vindicator allows him no time to rest,
yanking up the smaller competitor,
and dragging him towards the ringside area again.
Vindy scoops Ashner up for a body slam,
and then charges towards the near left ringpost,
smashing Skye's knee into the steel,
before slamming his body onto the concrete floor.
Ashner is too broken to even scream in pain now,
as Vindy places a boot over Ashner's chest,
and calls for the referee,
who makes the count:

ONE
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TWO
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SHOULDER UP BY SKYE ASHNER!

RM:  "Skye Ashner isn't defeated yet!  He's got the heart of a Lion!"

HP:  "And the brains of a Hamster!  Stay down, ya damn monkey humper!"

The Vindicator is quickly up,
yanking Ashner to his feet again,
and dragging him towards the broadcast table.
Vindy tosses Ashner's body onto the table,
as Manning and Hollywood quickly rise from their seats.

HP:  "Dammit, Vindy, isn't there anywhere else you could break his ass
in two?!  I don't wanna get blood on this fine leather, dammit!"

The Vindicator joins Ashner on the broadcast table,
standing over his foe briefly,
before pulling him up into a standing headscissors.
Vindy applies a double underhook on the Plunderweight Champion,
but Ashner suddenly rises up,
and counters with a back body drop,
sending Vindy down towards the concrete!
His hip snags the guard rail on the way down,
sending Vindy's body twisting face-down to the concrete,
as the fans rejoice with a wild round of cheers!

RM:  "SKYE ASHNER COUNTERS TOTAL VINDICATION!  He may still be in this
one, folks!"

Ashner rolls off of the broadcast table,
leaning onto it briefly to try and regain some strength,
while The Vindicator begins to rise up off of the floor.
Vindy reaches his knees,
when Skye suddenly lashes out with a field goal kick,
smashing his boot across Vindy's chin in an uppercut motion,
and dropping him back to the concrete!
Ashner staggers towards his rival,
and pulls the larger athlete towards the ring,
before using all his might to roll Vindy under the bottom rope.

RM:  "They're back in the ring, finally!  Skye Ashner finally has
another opportunity to win this match!"

HP:  "Don't count on it, Manning!  Skye Ashner is moving like a
freaking zombie right now, and he's lost more blood than a chicken at
an Ozzy concert!"

Ashner climbs onto the ring apron,
while The Vindicator staggers up to his feet.
Skye slingshots himself over the top rope,
and then springboards from the top strand,
landing on Vindy's shoulders,
and executing a hurricanrana!
Ashner holds the position,
reaching back for Vindy's legs to pin him!
The referee is in position, and counts:

ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT BY VINDY!

The crowd jeers the kickout,
as Ashner falls to his hands and knees,
breathing heavily, as drops of blood fall onto the canvas.

HP:  "Look at the damn ass-muncher!  He's outta gas!  The Vindicator
just needs to crush the last of his idiotic spirit, and it will be all
over, dammit!  HA!"

The Vindicator moves towards the ropes,
still with plenty more energy than Ashner,
who is leaning against the opposite ropes, gasping for air.
Vindy reaches down into the large pocket of his cargo pants,
and comes up with a pair of scissors!
He looks over at Ashner, and a semi-exhausted grin crosses his face.
Vindy rises up to his feet,
moving with calculated stealth towards his foe.
He raises the scissors into the air,
when suddenly, Ashner bounds out from the ropes,
and nails a full force Superkick to Vindy's mid-face and nose!
Blood splats across the ring,
as Vindy collapses to the canvas, spread eagle.
    
RM:  "The tide has turned!  The Vindicator is now even on the blood
scales of justice, and it's Skye Ashner's time to seize the moment!"

Rising up to a full vertical stance,
Ashner looks out to the crowd cheering him on,
and uses a second wind to charge towards the ropes,
scaling the buckles to the top rope!
The momentum allows Ashner to backflip off the top,
spinning in mid-air,
before crashing down with a super somersault legdrop,
right across the bleeding face of The Vindicator!

RM:  "LIFE'S VELOCITY!"

HP:  "DAMMIT, NO!!!"

The crowd is on its feet with wild cheers,
as Ashner hooks a leg for the pin!
The referee counts:

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!

NO - SHOULDER UP BY VINDY!

Again, the crowd jeers the near-fall,
as Ashner looks at the referee is disbelief.

HP:  "YES!  You've hit Vindy with everything, you freaking lame 
fairy-boy, and it STILL ain't enough!  HA!"

RM:  "Skye Ashner is back on his feet, Hollywood!  He's still got that
second wind of adrenaline running through his body!"

Ashner nips up to his feet,
and charges towards the corner again,
as the crowd wildly cheers!
Skye backflips off the top rope a second time,
flipping through the air again,
soaring down towards Vindy's prone body,
when he suddenly snags the scissors from nearby,
and holds them up as Ashner crashes down with his leg,
landing directly onto the scissor blades with his right knee!
Ashner shrieks in horror,
as his tights are ripped open,
and blood begins to squirt out onto Vindy's chest,
before Ashner rolls away in immense pain!

RM:  "Skye Ashner was just stabbed with a pair of scissors, right into
the same knee The Vindicator was taking apart earlier tonight!"

HP:  "Clip the wings of that tinkerbell, dammit!  YES!"

The Vindicator staggers up to his feet,
his entire front torso drenched in a stew of blood and sweat,
as he moves in on the wounded Ashner,
and yanks him up into a standing headscissors.
The crowd wails for a final comeback,
trying to keep Vindy from applying the double underhook.
Vindy spits out towards the fans,
as he hoists Ashner into the air,
and executes another Double Underhook Piledriver!

HP:  "YES!  ANOTHER TOTAL VINDICATION!"

RM:  "I can't remember ANYONE kicking out from TWO deliveries of the
Total Vindication, Hollywood!"

The Vindicator sighs in relief at the successful execution,
before rolling Ashner onto his back,
and collapsing on top of Skye for a pinfall.
The referee counts:

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!


RM:  "SHOULDER UP BY ASHNER!  SHOULDER UP BY ASHNER!  THE REFEREE IS
WAVING OFF THE COUNT!  IT'S _NOT_ OVER!!!"

HP:  "DAMMIT!  What the hell is wrong with this idiot!  Live to fight
another damn day, and just let the damn Vindicator win!"

The Vindicator rolls off of his opponent,
as Ashner claws at the canvas to roll onto his belly.
Vindy quickly rolls back on top of Skye,
not letting him reach the ropes.
The Vindicator rests his rear-end onto Ashner's back,
and then hooks his right leg into a half crab.
The referee moves into position,
asking Ashner about a submission,
as Vindy wrenches on the damaged, bleeding limb.
Ashner groggily shakes his head,
refusing to give in this match by submission.

HP:  "Where the hell is Ashner gonna go now?!  He ain't got the
strength to power out or get to the ropes!"

RM:  "Skye Ashner has found a way to escape everything The Vindicator
could throw at him in this match ... I'm sure he can do it one more
time!"

Vindy continues to wrench on the half crab,
while Johnny Detson and Crimestarter Jim make their way to the ring,
showing clear signs of the injuries they sustained earlier.
Ashner looks up from the submission hold,
to see the two other Elite Players taunting him,
trying to get Ashner to give in to the pain.
Just then, Vindy pulls out his pair of scissors again,
and begins grinding the sharp blade into the side of Skye's knee!
Ashner screams out in pain,
squinting his eyes to try and ignore it all,
as the referee asks him again if he wants to quit.

HP:  "GIVE IT UP, SKYE!  SHOW US YOUR YELLOW BELLY, DAMMIT!"

RM:  "Skye Ashner has shown us nothing but guts tonight, Hollywood! 
He's not a quitter!  He's a survivor!"

The Vindicator continues to yank on Ashner's knee with one arm,
while the other drives the scissors further into Skye's knee,
delivering two levels of pain to the Plunderweight Champion.
Ashner reaches up, grabbing the pant leg of the referee,
trying to pull himself closer to the ropes,
as the blood drips from his chin to the concrete.
The ref kicks Ashner's hand away,
as Skye grits his teeth,
shaking his head as the fans cheer wildly for a comeback,
only to see Ashner slam his palm to the canvas,
finally tapping out to the pain!


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "Here is your winner ... and the NEEEEEEW DCWL PLUNDERWEIGHT
CHAMPION and STILL the DCWL PUREBREED CHAMPION ... THE
VINDICAAAATOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!"

(The crowd immediately roars into a fury of angry jeers, while The
Vindicator continues to apply the submission hold, despite Ashner's
submitted taps onto the canvas!  The referee calls for a break, as
Crimestarter and Detson charge into the ring, and begin stomping
repeatedly on the head and back of Skye Ashner!)

RM:  "The match is over!  Enough with the punishment, dammit!  ENOUGH!"

HP:  "Yes ... the match IS over!  And The Vindicator has UNIFIED the
two Championships!  He's the greatest Champion in DCWL history!  HA!"

(Suddenly, the crowd roars, as Matt Cole rushes out to the ring,
followed by Naoki Yoneyama and Dontre Nero!  Detson sees the calvary
arriving, and quickly pulls Vindy off of Ashner, as all three escape
from the opposite side of the ring, just as the three charge into the
ring to a loud cheer from the fans!)

RM:  "Thank Heavens for Matt Cole and Team Sammich!  Skye Ashner may
never be the same again after the brutal beating he suffered tonight!"

(Cole and Nero drop to check on the unconscious form of Ashner, while
Naoki tosses a few unbuttered sandwiches at the retreating trio of the
Elite Players Club.  The Vindicator is holding up both the Purebreed
and Plunderweight Championships into the air, smiling broadly amidst a
bloody face, while the new Tag Team Champions lead him towards the
backstage area.)

HP:  "It's a freaking CLEAN SWEEP for the Elite Players at their own
damn show, ELITE TRADITION!  Now if they could only get their hands on
the DCWL Grand Championship, all would be right in the world!"

RM:  "Well, that's not going to happen tonight, Hollywood ... because
in just a few moments, our Grand Champion Dale 'The Mirror' Stanwycz is
going to go one-on-one with the Number One Contender Mark Haley! 
Before we get to the match, however, Steve Francis is backstage with
the challenger to get a few last-minute words!"

(The camera cuts backstage, where Steve Francis, dressed in his finest
tuxedo for the pay-per-view event, stands in the middle of one of the
HSBC Arena's many hallways, microphone in hand.  The sight of the man
standing with him, though, brings the capacity crowd to its feet with a
loud cheer; it's none other than the man who will be meeting up in the
ring with Dale Stanwycz in just a few minutes!  He's still wearing the
same ring attire he had on earlier in the evening, but now he wears his
black leather duster over it, and his thin black sunglasses as well. 
In his right hand, he holds his black metal bo; in his left, a plain
white towel.)

STEVE FRANCIS (SF): "Steve Francis here, backstage with the Number One
Contender to the DCWL Grand Championship, Mark Haley."

(He turns to the dark hero and addresses him directly.)

SF: Mark, you're just moments away from the match that many believe is
the biggest of your career to date.  What's your approach to defeating
Dale Stanwycz and picking up the gold tonight?"

(Mark slowly reaches up and pulls his sunglasses off his nose, and
lowers them to his side as he replies.)

MARK HALEY (MH): "Steve, if I told you my game plan for tonight, I'd be
putting myself at a disadvantage, and I don't want to do that.  Suffice
it to say that I've done my homework on Stanwycz, and I know how he
operates.  What I *will* tell you is this."

(He turns to face the camera directly.)

MH: "I've been training with Rosco Riggins for a long time now, and
I've become the greatest technical wrestler in the DCWL because of it. 
And if you don't believe me... well.  Just 'take a good look' at what I
do to Dale tonight, and see for yourself."

(A small smile crosses his lips, as a roar goes over the crowd for his
take on The Mirror's trademark phrase.)

MH: "And you know what?  This federation *deserves* a better champion
than Dale Stanwycz.  I think it's really funny that he's trying to
paint himself as this paragon of virtue, but he continues to stand up
for that bitch Tawny Blake, over and over again.  No matter what she
does, he's willing to do whatever he can to stop ME from getting even
with her.  And to be perfectly honest, I'm getting sick and tired of
it."

(The DCWL fans are definitely reacting to Haley's words in a loud way,
but it's a rather mixed reaction, with a large amount of support for
his indignance at Dale's actions, but a similar outpouring of disdain
for the harsh words directed at the popular Grand Champion.)

MH: "Don't get me wrong.  I think he's a good guy, for the most part,
and once upon a time, I would've been happy to work with him against
the idiots in this company... people like the EPC and Tawny Blake.  But
since he's made it pretty clear that he doesn't care about anyone but
himself now that he's the Grand Champion, and he *certainly* doesn't
care about justice being done in the DCWL, it's high time he was
replaced.  And I'm just the guy to do it."

(He pauses, and plunks his sunglasses back onto his nose with a small
humorless grin.)

MH: "Who knows.  Maybe when he's not being weighed down by that belt
around his waist, he'll get some of his sense back. One can only hope. 
All I know for sure is that--"

*CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

(From the right enters Johnny Detson, still attired in his wrestling
gear, slowly clapping in Mark Haley's direction.)

JOHNNY DETSON (JD):  "Beautiful speech, champ, really heartfelt.  It's
good to see you're in the right frame of mind."

(Haley sneers at the wrestler as Detson casually approaches.  Johnny
walks over and then uses Francis as a leaning post as he looks directly
at the Number One Contender.)

JD:  "But that stuff with lumping me in with Blake?  I mean, c'mon, you
can't really mean that stuff?  All this time, I've done nothing but
help you out!  I saved your hide, I've given you championship advice,
and I made you become the man you are today!  But *Riggins* gets called
the hero, and you label *me* the enemy."

(Detson looks around the area, and then back at the champ.)

JD:  "Funny, I don't see Riggins here, do you?  *I'm* here, and I
always have been, so maybe it's time you finally
accept that I am not your enemy.  Blake, she's the enemy and I have
never stopped you from gaining your revenge!  Dale, he's the enemy too,
'cause he's got what you want..."

(Detson points to Haley's waist.)

JD:  "And he's the one standing in your way this whole time!  Stopping
you, looking down on you, and getting you attacked from behind with a
baseball bat... some hero you have there, Mark."

(Detson shakes his head as Haley grows more impatient.)

JD:  "Dale's your enemy, Mark, not the EPC.  Sure, you look at us and
say 'bad guys,' but you need to start thinking for yourself and not
incorporate what everybody else thinks.  Dale has done you wrong, and
the EPC has not, so think about this tidbit, Mark: who's your real
enemy?  I'd say your biggest enemy is you, Mark!"

(Detson gets a real serious tone and then quickly gets in the face of
Haley.)

JD:  "You want that title, Mark, I can see it in your eyes!  You want
it more than any of this honor and code crap that you've been pulling
since last summer!  So what you need to do is get *your* ass in that
ring and then hand Dale *his*!  Stop caring about the damn crowd for
once in your life, and go out there and claim your prize!  You can do
it Mark, I have faith in you.  You're halfway there, you just need to
take the next step."

(Detson takes a small step back and smiles.)

JD:  "I can see you're ready, so the only thing left is to say good
luck.  Because through all the black clouds and rainy days that
surround us, to me, you're still family and always will be."

(With that Detson reaches over and gives Haley a big unwelcomed hug. 
The motion brings a snarl from Mark, who quickly uses his bo to shove
Johnny up against the nearest wall.  Poor Steve is doing his best just
to stay out of the way of all of this.)

MH: "Listen up, Detson.  I'm sick and tired of saying this, so this is
going to be the last time I do it.  Next time, I'll just skip right
past the words and shut you up the hard way."

(He sneers viciously as he gets up in Detson's face.)

MH: "I don't need your help, I don't need your advice, and I don't
*want* your support.  The reason why Rosco isn't here, Johnny, is
because he knows that I have to do this by myself.  Because if I have
to ignore all that 'honor and code crap,' as you put it, to win the
title, I don't *want* the damned thing.  I'm not your pal Vindy, I'm
not that bitch Tawny Blake, and I'm not Guido the Goon.  I either win
that belt fair and square, or I don't win it at all.  Maybe those
pansies are content to win the title without really being the best in
the company.  I'm not."

(Mark's voice deepens into a growl as he points a finger at Johnny,
inches from his nose.)

MH: "And if you, or any of your buddies in the EPC, or Tawny Blake, or
*anyone* else--Noah, Haplo, Naja, I don't really give a damn who it
is--if *any* of you interfere with my match tonight, if *anybody* does
*anything* to keep this from being a clean match, you know what I'm
gonna do?  I'll *stop* fighting Dale and come after them.  I will
personally rip them apart for trying to keep us from having a fair
fight."

(He narrows his eyes slightly behind his sunglasses.)

MH: "If Dale helps me with that, great.  If he doesn't?  I couldn't
care less.  If that costs me the match because I wear myself out taking
care of them, or because Stanwycz decides to take a cheap shot to
retain the belt, that's fine by me.  I'll deal with him for doing that
later.  But I will *not* let there be an asterisk next to my name in
the history books because I didn't get a clean win over Dale at Elite
Tradition."

(A small smirk crosses Mark's lips.)

MH: "Now.  If you really do care about me?  If you really *do* want me
to win the title tonight?  Then stay out of my damn way and don't make
me waste my time keeping you out of the ring.  Stay backstage.  Find
yourself a nice chair with your EPC buddies and watch the match from
your dressing room.  Because if you *do* come out there tonight, I
promise you.  You *will* regret it."

(With that, Haley pushes Detson off to the side, and stalks off,
presumably to the entrance ramp.  With Haley out of sight, Detson
stands next to Francis who is still holding the microphone.  A sick
grin forms on the face of Detson.)

JD:  "Oh, I *do* want you to win Mark, and you're *going* to win.  I've
invested too much to see anything less."

(Detson starts to laugh.)

SF:  "Um... Didn't he just warn you not to try anything?"

(Detson, startled, looks down at Francis like he didn't know he was
there.  Then, a look of disgust comes over his face.)

JD:  "Who's talking to you?!"

(Detson pie-faces the reporter down to the ground and then walks off in
the opposite direction, towards a double door marked "EXIT".  The
camera cuts to the broadcast table.)

RM:  "It kind of looked like Johnny Detson was heading OUT of the DCWL
Arena just now ... he wouldn't be leaving the HSBC Arena before
watching the Grand Championship match, would he?"

HP:  "Don't even try to see into the minds of the Elite Players,
Manning!  Their plans go MUCH deeper than you can ever imagine!"

(Suddenly, the camera cuts backstage again, to reveal three more men
heading towards the EXIT door ... The Vindicator, carrying his two
Championships and a bottle of Champagne, Crimestarter Jim with both Tag
Team Title belts, and Commissioner Guido Milano, with a thick briefcase
in-hand.  The three walk through the doors, and head towards a
limousine waiting for them, as the camera cuts back into the live arena
again.)

RM:  "There's my answer!  It looks like the Elite Players are done for
the night!  We may have a clean main event, which would be a first
since the formation of that faction!  Let's hit the ring and find out!"


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "The following contest is the MAIN EVENT of DCWL ELITE TRADITION,
scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit, and is for the DCWL
GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP!  Introducing first, the challenger..."

(All of the lights cut out, blanketing the arena in total darkness. The
intro to Creed's "What If" begins to flow over the crowd, a guitar and
a bass playing counterpoint to each other, causing the fans to go into
a frenzy. The music builds, with both instruments building in volume,
until a short drum roll and a sharp guitar lick suddenly break the
steady rhythmic tide.) 

# I can't find the rhyme in all my reason #
# Lost sense of time and all seasons #
# Feel I've been beaten down #
# By the words of men who have no grounds # 

(Heavy, percussive guitar chords grind methodically over the arena's
sound system, as blindingly bright silver and white fireworks explode
around the entrance. The smoke fades, and a soft silvery blue light
fills the arena, revealing the muscular form of Mark Haley standing on
the stage and sparking a huge roar from his thousands of fans. His head
is down, arms down and out to his sides, and he wears a white towel
over his head.) 

# Can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom #
# When your axe has cut the roots that feed them #
# Forked tongues in bitter mouths #
# Can drive a man to bleed from inside out # 

(Mark Haley is an athletic, muscular man, six and a half feet tall, his
body the product of a single-minded pursuit of physical perfection.
Despite the hardness of his facial features, there is a shadowy
handsomeness to him, punctuated by his strong, clean-shaven jaw. He
wears black wrestling tights, made out of some kind of shiny,
leather-like material that reflects the blue-silver light, along with
black boots and fingerless gloves. His torso is covered by a black
T-shirt with an image of the sun's corona on the front; over that, he
wears a black leather duster that comes down to mid-calf. He also wears
a pair of his trademark thin black sunglasses, and carries his black
metal bo staff in his right hand. The towel on his head is draped over
his hair and shoulders, masking his face in shadows from the already
low lights.) 

# What if you did? #
# What if you lied? # 

(As the crowd continues to cheer for Mark, he simply soaks in their
reaction, slowly looking from side to side, his gaze drifting from one
end of the arena to the other.) 

# What if I avenge? #
# What if eye for an eye? # 

(Suddenly, in one quick, fluid motion, he reaches up and tugs the towel
down and off, whipping his head back violently. The swift movement
reveals his face, stony and stoic, as well as his long, wavy mane, once
bright and blond, now jet black. He looks from side to side again,
quickly this time, sending his dark hair flying from shoulder to
shoulder.) 

PA: "... hailing from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 252
pounds... here is the Number One Contender ... MARK HAAAAAAAAALEY!!!" 

(After gazing around the arena for a few moments longer, looking over
his thousands of cheering fans, a small smirk comes to Haley's lips. He
raises both arms in acknowledgement of them, and then violently brings
them back down, setting off another group of silver and white fireworks
all around him, before he starts down the ramp, the duster billowing
out behind him as he walks.) 

# I've seen the wicked fruit of your vine #
# Destroy the man who lacks a strong mind #
# Human pride sings a vengeful song #
# Inspired by the times you've been walked on # 

(Haley stalks down the length of the ramp, his dark brown eyes narrow
and cold behind his sunglasses. He doesn't even seem to acknowledge the
fans on the way down, not even giving them a single high-five; however,
as Mark nears the bottom of the ramp, he roughly flings the towel into
the audience, showing that they aren't completely forgotten... just
secondary, right now, as his focus is directed elsewhere.) 

# My stage is shared by many millions #
# Who lift their hands up high because they feel this #
# We are one, we are strong #
# The more you hold us down, the more we press on # 

(Haley slides under the ring ropes and heads for the nearest
turnbuckle. He climbs it quickly and whips his head back, sending his
hair flying as he throws his right arm up into the air, drawing another
loud cheer from the crowd. After looking out over the roaring fans for
a few moments, he jumps down, and quickly strides across to the
opposite turnbuckle.) 

# What if you did? #
# What if you lied? #
# What if I avenge? #
# What if eye for an eye? # 

(Haley quickly climbs the turnbuckle and repeats the same motion there,
throwing his head back and raising his arm in the air. Then he removes
his sunglasses and flings them into the crowd, where several people
scramble to try and catch them before one lucky person ends up with the
treasured shades. Chuckling softly, he hops back down and heads for his
corner. As the thick, almost industrial guitar break begins, he removes
his duster in a flowing, circular motion, and tosses it out of the
ring. The T-shirt is next to come off, drawing some high-pitched cheers
from the DCWL's female fans, and it too is thrown out of the ring with
the duster. Both the duster and shirt are retrieved by the ring crew as
the lights come back up and the music fades, while Haley heads to his
corner and adjusts his elbow pads and gloves, mentally preparing for
the match.)

HP:  "Okay, so someone has had a word into Haplo's ear about how much
time he wastes during his ring entrance, but how did they overlook this
tap-dancing fairy? I think the entire Elite Players Club could have
walked out here by now, and probably left, in the time it takes Mr.
Royalty-waster, Mark Haley, to enter that ring."

RM:  "Well, he's finished now, so could we focus on the match,
Hollywood?"

HP:  "Actually, we still have the DCWL's version of Cybil to do her
little thing."

(The lights go out as the wild opening riffs of "Superstar" by Saliva 
start blaring through the sound system, bringing the DCWL fans to their
feet in a collective cheer!)

PA:  "And his opponent..."

§ Now has come the day, that I take the lead §
§ and I make you follow §
§ toast your champagne, cuz I came for greed §
§ and I fought tomorrow §
§ if it feels good, then it feels good, and I do it all day §
§ you want me to play §
§ you best bring your brain, you best bring your money! §

PA: "... hailing from Grand Rapids, Minnesota ... and weighing 248 
pounds ... here is the reigning DCWL GRAND CHAMPION ... DAAAALE 'THE
MIRROOOOOOOR' STAAAAAAAAAWYCZ!!!"

§ Yeah, make me a Superstar §
§ Yeah, don't matter who you are §
§ Yeah, make me a Superstar §
§ Yeah, no matter who you... §

(The video wall pops to life revealing an image of various mirrors 
floating whimsically on a background of black nothingness. The mirrors
are then focused upon individually, each one showcasing various
highlights from a well-known individual, mainly high-risk manoeuvres.
As the lights begin to flicker on and off faster now, a lone figure
steps through the curtain. He appears to wear a long robe, as we can
see its shiny, mirror-like parts flicker with the lights. As he raises
his arms up, the scene on the video wall shows only one solitary mirror
now. As the screen focuses in on that one mirror, it suddenly explodes
into the phrase "TAKE A GOOD LOOK!" in bright gold. Perfectly
symmetrical red and blue pyros go off at both sides of the ramp as the
lights turn on, and there appears DALE "THE MIRROR" STANWYCZ. As the
song's riffs continue to tear the space, the crowd lets out another
shatteringly loud face pop.)

§ and all of my pills §
§ and all of my drags §
§ is making me, making me, making me §
§ and all that I feel §
§ and all that I see §
§ is fakin' me, fakin' me, fakin' me §

(Dale walks down the ramp and around ringside, leaning a bit on his 
side to allow fans to touch his shiny, bald head. Stanwycz is muscular
and cut, much like Kurt Angle. He also sports a huge smile and his
deranged brown eyes cast an unusually wild, almost hypnotic stare to
his fans. A seemingly permanent gigantic scar crosses his entire chest,
and sports numerous, smaller scars all over his body as the result of
his many hardcore battles in the ring. Dale wears his classical split
tights, one leg in blood red and the other in a bright blue. He also
wears white wrestling boots with white laces and soles that match. Dale
climbs the ring steps, but before entering the ring, he turns out and
strikes out into 'The Mirror Stance', sending the crowd into another
huge round of wild cheers!)

HP:  "The Mirror Stance; seems like he's about to try for another
Spidey-Dale web. Man, that took weeks to get out of my head."

RM: [repulsed] "And the rest of the Northern America had the same
problem. Could we _please_ focus on the match. The referee just
signalled for the bell."


**DING DING DING**

Both men leave their corners, 
with a look of cautiousness on their faces,
wary of each other as one little mistake could mean the end.
As the walks towards each other, Dale sizes up the larger Haley,
and grits his teeth as they lock-up in the middle of the ring.
Each man repositions himself several times,
in a bid to gain some advantage, but to no avail,
and finally they break off the lock up and take a few steps backwards,
re-evaluating the situation before them.

RM:  "Like so many other matches tonight, this is the first time Mark
Haley and Dale Stanwycz have ever squared off!  The feeling out process
may take some time."

Dale begins to circle the larger Haley, 
before skipping forward and locking-up,
and quickly slipping behind Mark and locking on a rear Waistlock.
Haley wastes no time and grabs Stanwycz's wrists,
bending them down and away from his waist,
breaking the lock in one fluid motion,
before twisting the left arm of Dale,
allowing Haley to step around and pin the arm behind Stanwycz's back.

HP:  "Ugh ... I had my fill of technical fluff earlier tonight, dammit!
 Can't we give these two monkey humpers hockey sticks or something?!"

Stanwycz grimaces as the hold is executed perfectly,
but in the blink of an eye, Dale flings his bald head backwards,
the crown slamming flush into Haley's chin,
causing him to let go of the wrist lock in reflex,
allowing Dale reposition himself in front of Haley,
and pull Haley’s head downwards into a facelock,
but Haley quickly powers forwards and slams Stanwycz into the corner;
Dale having no route of escape as he has the lock still applied,
and so he slams into the corner with a sickening crash;
the middle turnbuckle connecting flush with the base of his spine.
With no other option, the referee counts for both men,
to break away from each other:

ONE
.
TWO
.
THREE
.
Dale reluctantly releases the facelock,
but Haley still grinds him into the turnbuckles.
.
FOUR
.
Finally, Haley back away from Dale and walks to the middle of the ring,
allowing Dale to stand out from the corner and continue the match.

RM:  "What an intense start to the main event folks. Neither man is
willing to give the other an inch."

HP: [yawning] "This match is boring... If it was any more
homo-erotic... Mark Haley would be writing Stanwycz a sonnet."

With adrenaline pumping through his veins,
Haley motions for Dale to lock-up,
but the Grand Champion shakes his head,
and leans back into the turnbuckle,
which only infuriates Haley,
who again motions for Stanwycz to lock-up,
but the Grand Champion feints interests and yawns dramatically.

HP:  "See, even Dale Stanwycz think his own matches are boring. Just
clock the Lord of the Ring with a Chair... You still keep you title,
and I get some Plundah."

Aggravated, Haley charges at Stanwycz, 
and again, the two lock up with a collar-in-elbow tie-up,
with the stronger Haley gaining the advantage,
locking on a side headlock on Stanwycz,
and he begins to wrench on the side of the Mirrors head.
Not wanting his head to resemble the shape of an egg,
Stanwycz quickly pushes Haley off,
and the former movie star rebounds from the ropes,
surprisingly lashing out with a lunging clothesline,
only for Stanwycz to duck under,
and knock Haley in the back of the legs with a sweeping kick.

RM:  "You have to think that both men have made plans for the Elite
Players when strategizing for this match ... and with the faction
apparently on their way to a party, one has to wonder how that effects
their focus."

Haley drops to his knees as Stanwycz locks on a rear facelock,
trying to wrench Haley backwards,
but Mark magically slips out of the hold with some agile wriggling,
and brings Stanwycz to the mat with an Armdrag whilst on one knee,
only for the Mirror to roll through the move,
and rebound from the ropes with a great deal of speed,
leaping at the still kneeling Mark Haley,
and knocking him to the mat, with a lunging front drop kick,
sending Haley backwards onto the canvas!
Dale jumps to his feet and strikes the infamous "Mirror stance",
as the crowd cheer wilding for the Grand Champion.
Both groggy and annoyed, Haley rises to his feet,
with an agitated red face and a growling sneer across it,
just in time for Stanwycz to kick him in the stomach.

RM:  "This could be over already..."

HP:  "It is, in terms of Hollywoods enjoyment."

Doubled over, Dale locks a facelock on Haley,
and sidesteps onto the second rope,
before swinging Haley’s body around with the momentum,
and rebounding off the top rope,
flying around with a high amount of speed, Dale plummets to the ring,
slamming Haley’s head into the canvas with the Doppelganger DDT!
The impact sending Dale across the ring,
leaving Haley laid out flat in to the middle of the ring.
Dale scrambles back and hooks a leg for the first cover of the match:

ONE
.

.

.

.

.

TWO
.

.

.

.

.

THREE!!! KICKOUT!!!

RM:  "THREE-NO! HALEY KICKS OUT AT THE VERY LAST SECOND!!!"

HP:  "That's because he knew that if he lost to Stanwycz this early,
he'd have to leave the country and try wrestling in Australia...
probably in PWA."

Dale looks out to the crowd with immense shock,
and can do nothing but continue the match without delay.
He lifts up Haley by the back of his neck,
and Haley staggers about on the spot,
as Dale sends him into the ropes with a series of European uppercuts.
Dale suddenly grins mischievously and sizes up Haley’s chest,
before letting loose with a knife edge chop,
that echoes through out the arena.
Haley's eyes light up as pain shoots all the way throughout his body,
and he drops to his knees, holding his glowing chest.

RM:  "The Champion is beginning to establish an advantage!"

Dale grins to the crowd and sniggers at the attack,
and a few sections of the crowd respond with a "WOOOOOOO!!!"
He turns back to Haley and pulls him back up to his feet,
but Haley stuns Stanwycz with a jab to the stomach;
the blow staggers Dale backwards a bit,
and the look of shock on the Mirror's face brings a smile to Haley's.
Quickly, Mark spins Dale around and holds him into the ropes,
before sizing up Stanwycz's chest and letting loose,
with an even bigger knife edge chop in retaliation.
Dale grimaces in pain; his chest already red from the chop,
and a hand print glows for all to see.

HP:  "Hollywood hates to see a grown man cry, BUT, if it's Dale
Stanwycz, he'll make exceptions."

Haley wastes no time and whips Stanwycz towards the opposite ropes,
but Dale reverses and loops his right arm under Haley’s with a Hiptoss,
but Haley too reverses, holding firm on the top rope,
and slips behind Stanwycz's hooked right arm,
locking both of his hands under Dale's arms and into a Full Nelson.
The pro-Haley crowd go crazy, as they await a Total Eclipse variation.
Stanwycz reaches out for the ropes in desperation,
but the larger Haley moves backwards and into the middle of the ring,
where the pro-Haley crowd scream even louder.

HP:  "Five Down: Six letter word meaning that you are about to lose
your match and title. F-something-something-K-E-D."

Stanwycz flails his arms about,
trying to wriggle free of the picture-perfect Full Nelson,
but Haley has the submission hold locked on tightly,
and seeing Dale's attempts at breaking free, Haley begins to circle,
slowly building up speed as he spins around,
with the Full Nelson still applied tightly.
Suddenly, Stanwycz's feet begin to lift from the ground,
as Haley reaches full speed,
and the weight of his body is felt on his shoulders and neck,
in conjunction with the pressure on his neck from the Full Nelson.
Suddenly, Haley jumps up and the two spin around,
before Haley slams Dale’s spine into the canvas in a Full Nelson Bomb;
the shock trails up his spine and into his already damaged neck,
and Stanwycz's face screws up with obvious pain shooting up his spine.

HP:  "There goes the Mirror's love life..."

Callously, Haley still has the Full Nelson applied on Stanwycz,
leaving him no time to recover from the Full Nelson Bomb,
as he rolls to the side and scissors Dale's battered body.
The Mirrors grits his teeth as he tries to reach out for the ropes,
but to no benefit as Haley uses all of his might,
to pull Dale’s arms from their sockets.
A look of desperation clouds the Mirror’s face as he leans forward,
but still cannot reach the ropes, only missing them by inches.
The crowd begin to chant for the Mirror,
sitting on the edge of their seats,
as they wish for Stanwycz to break free in any second.
But again. Haley begins thrashing about,
trying to force Stanwycz into the regrettable submission,
but the Mirror valiantly refuses to give up,
causing Haley to rethink his attack.

With the full Nelson still lock onto Stanwycz,
Haley begins to rise to his feet showing off his strength and
endurance.
Suddenly, Mark lifts Dale in the air once more,
and as Stanwycz reaches the apex of the lift,
Haley releases of full nelson with one arm,
turning the Mirror around and pulling him into a front face lock,
as they both fall to the mat; driving Stanwycz's head into the Canvas!
Pumping the air, Haley covers Stanwycz:

RM: "Total Eclipse DDT! Haley has this won."

ONE
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TWO
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STANYWYCZ MOVES HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!

HP: "No he doesn't... That was someone else... how the hell did Dale
Stanwycz kick out of that?!"

Haley looks across in horror, at the still foot of Dale Stanwycz,
balanced perilously on the rope by only the heel of the boot.
Aggressively, he drags the Mirror away from the ropes and onto his
feet,
where he brashly slips behind the dazed Stanwycz,
and applies another Full Nelson for another Total Eclipse variation.
The crowd are on the edge of their seats,
unsure if they are going to witness a new champion,
or a brilliant reversal from the hands of the Mirror,
as Haley lifts Stanwycz up by under his arms and rock backwards,
slamming the Mirrors head into the canvas with a Total Eclipse Suplex!
The impact sending Stanwycz back into the same position as before,
with Haley bridging the Suplex for another pin:

ONE
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TWO
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Subconsciously, Stanwycz flails his legs around…
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AND STANWYCZ HOOKS HIS FOOT ON THE SECOND ROPE!

RM: "This is amazing folks. Dale Stanwycz is using all of his ring
knowledge and years of experience to keep himself in this match."

Haley gets to his feet and stalks his way to the referee,
where he glares downwards, silently disagreeing with the official.
Dale silently rolls out of the ring,
scrambling around to the adjacent side of the ring,
hiding behind the ring steps in a huddled ball.
Haley spins around having just lost a war of words with the referee,
and looks down in shock as Dale Stanwycz is nowhere to be seen!

HP: "Oh God, how dumb is Mark Haley. He's going to get his butt handed
to him ala Sam Fisher."

He motions towards the exact same spot of where he left the Mirror,
when suddenly Stanwycz rolls into the ring without a sound,
and creeps up behind Mark Haley as the crowd begin to scream in
delight.
Quickly, Stanwycz grabs Haley around the waist,
and pushes him into the ropes, and rebounding,
Dale pulls Haley backwards, bringing him to the mat,
with a reverse roll-up cradle.
As Stanwycz bridges the pin, the referee drops down for the cover:

ONE
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TWO
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KICK OUT!

Both men sluggishly get to their feet,
and desperation mode begins to phase-in,
as they trade punches in the middle of the ring;
neither punch really taking any effect,
as they both gain their second wind.
Suddenly, Haley stops the Soupbone-exchange,
with a knee to Stanwycz's stomach,
doubling him over, giving Mark enough time to lock on a facelock,
hooking the left leg of Stanwycz at the same time.
Quickly, Haley spins to the side and falls to the mat,
twisting Dale's neck with a Cradled Neck Breaker!

Haley gets to his feet with a smug grin on his face,
knowing all well that one more move could finish Dale Stanwycz.
Grabbing the Mirror by the head, Haley pulls up the Grand Champion,
and sizes up his opponent, before cracking Dale in the jaw,
with a huge overhand punch with his right hand,
knocking Stanwycz back to the canvas with a sickening thud.
The pro-Stanwycz fans begin to boo,
as they feel the change in the air, in more ways than one.

RM:  We could be witnessing the change of guard, Hollywood. Mark Haley
could be our new DCWL Grand Champion."

HP: "Well, if that means I see less of Kojak, I'll run in on the match
myself."

Mark Haley pulls Stanwycz into the corner by both of his arms,
grabbing Stanwycz around the waist.
Haley hoists up the Mirror and places him on the top rope;
with Dale looking more like a ragdoll than a Grand Champion.
Haley slams his forearm into Stanwycz spine,
ensuring that he doesn't move any time soon.
Haley slowly scales the ropes with a steady rhythm,
before pulling Stanwycz up to his feet,
and the two stand on the top rope, terrifyingly close to falling off.

HP:  "And by the looks of thing, I might not see anything of Dale
Stanwycz in the future, as Mark Haley is about to break him in half!"

Haley places both his arms under Dale's arms,
and locks them behind the victim's neck in a Full Nelson;
the entire crowd on their feet knowing something big is about to
happen.
Mark lifts up Stanwycz by under his arms,
but suddenly Stanwycz hooks his legs around Haley's,
stopping him from lifting up Stanwycz into a Total Eclipse variation.
Stanwycz moves to the side, and breaking out of the Full Nelson,
locks his arms around Haley’s head with a side headlock.
Suddenly Haley lifts up Stanwycz from under his legs,
and they fall slowly backwards into a Backdrop-but Stanwycz’ swivels,
swinging his legs so that they wrap around Haley’s head,
and the momentum brings both bodies straight downwards.
Stanwycz landing flat on Haley’s chest,
his legs pinning both of Mark's arms to the mat,
and he reaches backwards and hooks both legs with his arms,
pinning Haley with a Victory Roll!

The referee slides down and makes the count:

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "Here is your winner ... and STILL the DCWL GRAND CHAMPION ...
DALE 'THE MIRROOOOOOOOOOOR' STAAAAAAAAAAAAAANWYCZ!!!"

(The crowd pops with a cheer, as Mark Haley kicks out of the
complicated pinning position a second too late.  The Mirror rolls over
onto his hands and knees, breathing heavily, as the referee goes to
retrieve the Grand Championship from the timekeeper's table.)

RM:  "Unbelievable!  Dale Stanwycz has retained the Grand Championship,
in a surprisingly clean title match!"

HP:  "I HATE CLEAN!  Why the hell did the Elite Players need to take
off, dammit?!"

(The referee has the Grand Championship in-hand, and walks it over to
where Stanwycz is kneeling, when he is suddenly intercepted by Mark
Haley, who snatches the title belt away from the ref, holding it in his
hands.  Mark stares into its large golden plate, shaking his head at
his distorted reflection in the precious metal.  Dale Stanwycz rises to
his feet, raising an eyebrow as Haley looks up and steps towards the
Grand Champion.)

HP:  "HIT HIS ASS!  Beat the crap outta him with his own damn belt,
Mark!  Show Johnny Detson what you're made of, dammit!"

(Mark Haley frowns at the sight of the opponent who cleanly defeated
him, but then offers the title to Stanwycz in a show of sportsmanship! 
The crowd erupts into cheers, as Stanwycz accepts the title, and then
embraces Haley in a manly hug, to an even louder pop!  Dale raises the
arm of Haley, while raising the Grand Championship with his other arm.)

RM:  "What a night it has been, and it ends on a positive note!"

(Mark Haley retracts his arm, and heads towards the ropes to exit the
ring, while Dale Stanwycz climbs onto the second turnbuckle, throws the
title over his shoulder, and strikes the 'Mirror Pose' to a big cheer
from the fans!  Meanwhile, Haley slowly walks up the ramp,
half-heartedly slapping a few hands as he does so, but as he reaches
the top of the ramp, he looks up to see Evelynn standing before him, in
a pair of tight-fitting black jeans, and a low-cut sleeveless blouse.)

HP:  "WOO!  CLEAVAGE!  Now THAT's the way to wrap up a damn Supercard!"

(Dale Stanwycz continues to celebrate in the ring, heading to the
opposite corner to strike the 'Mirror Pose' for the another section of
fans, to an equally loud cheer!  At the top of the ramp, Evelynn opens
up her arms with a warm smile, that can't help but break Mark's frown
as he accepts the hug.  They begin to pull away from each other, when
Mark looks into Evelynn's eyes, and dips her into a classic
open-mouthed kiss!)

HP:  "Grab some boob, dude!  Do it, baby!"

RM:  "Stop it, Hollywood!  It looks like a happy ending for everyone!"

(Even Stanwycz has to stop his celebration to watch the big smooch, as
plenty of fans show their appreciation with some loud hoots!  Haley
finally breaks the kiss and pulls Evelynn back up to his side.  Mark
and Dale lock eyes, and the Grand Champion gives him a big thumbs up! 
Evelynn laughs heartily, and leads Haley off to the backstage area, as
Dale Stanwycz turns his attention back to the crowd, raising the title
belt into the air one more time, for another big cheer from his fans!)

RM:  "Folks, that brings us to the end of DCWL Elite Tradition!  It's
been an unforgettable night!  And the 2004 Spring Season is about to
begin, so don't forget to tune into the next episode of Total Dementia,
on April 16th!  Good night everyone!"

(The camera fades to black, as Dale Stanwycz exits the ring, and slaps
hands with every fan asking for it on his way up the ramp towards the
backstage area.)



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(We are backstage, and Mark Haley and Evelynn are huddled off into a
corner just aside from the entranceway, again in a hug while engaging
in some idle chatter.  Suddenly...)

*! THWACK !*

(A steel chair slams down onto the back of Evelynn, leaving her limp in
Haley's arms as his eyes suddenly go wide with shock.  He looks up, and
there stands JOHNNY DETSON, with chair in-hand.  He's backing away from
the scene with an evil grin on his face, shaking his head at the sight
of Haley.  Just then, Dale Stanwycz emerges backstage from the live
arena, and Detson immediately drops the chair and disappears down a
dark hallway.  Stanwycz calls for help, as Haley holds Evelynn in his
arms, his bottom lip trembling with rage.)