Adrienne Solo] Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time "Nuclear" Nick Duncan... ["Fuel" by Metallica comes over the PA as Duncan walks out wearing jeans and a blackshirt t-shirt which has a green radiation symbol on it with "Chain Reaction" on it spelled out a chain link font. There is not much of a reaction from the crowd.] [Nick] Hey, is that anyway for you people to treat the IeWS Champ? [Adrienne] Wait a minute, you're not the IeWS champion... [Nick] Yes I am. I mean, yeah, (all sarcastically) I mean, it's a REEEEEEALLLL important title and all... I mean, with the title, they give me free coffee refills down at the Starbucks, I'd hate to have to pay for them. Come on, Adrienne, you saw it, all these people saw it, I beat the great so called champion, Damien Omega, in my first major singles match mind you, and thus I am the IeWS champion. I've got the belt too. [Adrienne] But I thought Dr. Destructo has the title belt.... [Nick] I've got the belt right here! Camera man zoom in... (the camera man zooms in to Nick's hand where he is wearing an action figure's title belt around his ring finger) You know, I think they threw it in the dryer and it shrank, which is a shame since it's "the great IeWS championship." [Adrienne] Nick, the reason you beat Damien was because Dr. Destructo attacked him during... [Nick] The reason I beat Omega was because I locked him in the chain reaction and I suplexed him all around the ring. I pinned him with a wrestling hold in the middle of the ring. Dr. Destructo or no Dr. Destructo, Damien Omega was beaten by "Nuclear" Nick Duncan and what happens? Does Damien Omega gets a title shot at Chris Sim. What's the deal there? I beat him and he gets a title shot? Well, I'll tell you what Omega, if you win tonight, I'll put up my belt against your belt what do you say? Hell, I'll put this belt up against any of the EWC champions. After all, I already beat one of the "great" champions of the SWA past, no need to stop at one. Maybe I'm a little cocky, but when you've trained with the guys I've trained with... it's hard to be humble. [Nick leaves.] [Adrienne] Isaac, Jimmy, back to you. THOUGHTS: Duncan speaks!!! I'm kinda getting a sense that they're building to at *least* a 3 way dance, possibly a four way if they get Reikkersen involved in it...or if Sim puts the NA up in a four way. I'll have a better idea depending on the way that they end things tonight. ===================================================== MATCH 5: SEBASTIAN SLOAN vs. "Slayer" MARK DAVIDSON (TV Title Match - Boiler Room Brawl) ===================================================== They cut to a shot of the boiler room, where Sloan is already standing, surrounded by four candles at north, south, east, and west. Then "Devil Man" can be heard and you see Davidson walking out towards the fans. Cross wonders where Slayer is going...and Lowe surmises that the man has something to say..and he does, as he enters the ring and grabs the house mike: [Slayer] Now before I rip into the huge pile of crap that the EWC rulebook is turning into I'd like to take care of a little family business first. <"Die, die, die my darling" by the Misfits comes on and Lilith emerges from behind the curtains, dressed in a very revealing black leather S&M'ish outfit that leaves very little to the imagination. She is carrying a leather duffel bag slung over one shoulder that few people actually take the time to notice. The crowd is going nuts as Lilith saunters down to the ring, climbs in and she and Slayer share a nice looooong kiss.> [Slayer] Ok, so now that we see that my house is back in order there are a couple of things that I'm a bit confused about. I guess TEN shots to the back of my head with a steel chair will do that!!! Could somebody explain to me how in the hell TR Parker, a guy not even in the EWC comes in here, layes me out, and then takes my match!!! So now, in addition to Sloan, there's a pound of Parker's flesh with my name on it. Let's look at this a little more closely why don't we. Sloan and I are ready to put each other six feet under, Parker and Sloan want to take each other on that express elevator to hell and now I have this burning desire to drop Parker off the edge of the world. Damn, it's almost too much to keep track of. It must have been all of those shots to the head, but I think that I might have come up with a solution to our little problem. Since we all want to kick each other's ass how about a 3 way-dance down in Houston for the next pay-per-view, Hot Summer Night?!?! [crowd pop] [Slayer] No, wait, that might not work out. You see, with Parker taking it upon himself to toss the rulebook out the window I think this needs to be a 3-way dance with no rules whatsoever. Wear what you want, bring what you want, no falls count, 3-way texas death match! Last man standing wins! As they leave the ring..the camera follows both people down to the boiler room area...Slayer is still holding the baseball bat as he gets to the boiler room door and kicks it in. Sloan, who was kneeling amidst the candles, grabs the lead pipe sitting next to him, and aluminum bat meets lead pipe for a few swings right out of Episode One: The Phantom Menace...until Slayer hits a NICE spinning parry into a bat shot right onto the kneecap, followed by an uppercut right across the face! Say goodbye, nose! Sloan is bleeding from the nose as Slayer winds up again with the bat and knocks a homer right on the chest of Sloan. Slayer then sticks the bat between two pipes so its sticking straight up. Slayer picks Sloan up, GORILLA PRESSES the man, and IMPALES him stomach first onto the bat. Well, he doesn't IMPALE him but you get the general idea. Sloan is in a world of pain at the moment and Slayer has the match right where he wants it. Slayer goes nearby and grabs a steel chair sitting nearby at a desk (This must be where the janitor for the building has his office) And folds it up to tee off on Sloan again...Sloan, however, grabs the nearby fire extinguisher and sprays Slayer right into the face with it, causing Slayer to stumble back and back right into a hot furnace back first. That'll leave a welt. Slayer screams and stumbles forward right into a spear from Sloan. Sloan grabs Slayer and repeatedly headbutts him so that Sloan's blood from the broken nose would flow onto Slayer, then Sloan followed it up with an attempted suplex that he converted into a facebuster. Sloan then set the chair up, got a running start, and jumped OFF the chair for a flying forearm that AGAIN sent Slayer backfirst into the hot furnace. Cross states that Sloan's agility here is uncanny. Lowe notes that other than the fire extinguisher, Sloan's been beating Slayer using wrestling moves, not plunda. Sloan goes over to Slayer, but Slayer hits a couple of stiff shots to the sternum, then grabs Sloans trunks and yanks him head first into a thick iron steampipe, causing a LOUD clang in the boiler room. Slayer then makes a move for the door, only to be stopped as he gets there by Sloan grabbing him by the foot and yanking, causing Slayer to fall face first onto the ground...the fall cut Davidson's lower lip, so now he is bleeding too. Sloan picks up Davidson and atomic drops him onto a low pipe, then hits a running clothesline right onto the face to knock him off of it and to open up the cut further. Sloan picks up Davidson, hits a DDT to further mess up the face, then heads for the door. Slayer gets his bat and lunges at Sloan, nailing him on the side before he could walk out the door. Sloan hit with a boot to the stomach followed by a HARD Mafia Kick right into the mouth, and by now Slayer's mouth is a complete mess. Sloan picks up Davidson into a bodyslam position and sets him on top of a set of boxes. Sloan climbs up and gets Slayer into a reverse powerbomb position... but when he comes down, Slayer plants his arms and PULLS SLOAN OVER into a very sloppy looking forward headscissors, sending Sloan into the desk. Both men lay there for a few seconds, then started to struggle to their feet. Sloan was up first, and grabbed Slayer by the waist...Slayer did a bell clap defense, then nailed Sloan "Right In the Jimmies" as Cross would say (Lowe: "Don't call them that...mine are much bigger"), which doubled him over nicely into a Devil Bomb position..."Devil Bomb" right onto the steel desk. Slayer caught his bearings for a second..then opened the boiler room door out...only to have it kicked right back in his face sending Davidson careening back into the room. They do a cut shot to the outside and they show the Children of Apocalypse standing out there with Lilith tied up and gagged in the one corner..struggling, but otherwise looking unhurt. Sloan slowly gets up, very groggy but still kinda there, grabs the steel chair, and WALLOPS Slayer right in the face with it, sending him backwards into a thick steel pipe. Sloan then opens the desk and pulls out a pair of handcuffs, and he cuffs both of Slayers hands around the pole, leaving him helpless. What followed is a chairshot symphony that would make Mick Foley proud, as Davidson takes no less than 12 of them, 3 of which were square onto his head. After all of this, Davidson is all but unconscious. Then, with a sick, twisted grin, Sloan grabs a nearby pipe wrench and swings with it against a smaller nearby pipe..it breaks open and you hear a sinister hiss. Cross identifies the pipe as a natural gas line (which is wrong...you can't see natural gas...this has a slight cloud to it, making me think it's just steam) Sloan then pulls a match out, lights a candle, and sets it in front of the fallen Slayer. Cross is going apeshit, screaming for security to get down there. Sloan knocks the door in a very obvious pattern, and it opens for him. He walks out with the CoA waiting for him. ############################################### # WINNER: Sebastian Sloan, via walkout. 8:12 # ############################################### The three then use tables and benches to bar the door from the outside, making it harder for anyone to get to Slayer. Sloan blows a kiss to the tied up Lilith as the three walk away. Cross calls for a commercial as he's calling for help to get down to the boiler room before the gas explodes... THOUGHTS: The Gas thing was a little hokey, but pro wrestling bees that way sometimes. Good stiff garbage match, with Sloan getting over using very little plunda, instead using holds and moves to bang Slayer up more. I didn't figure on a decisive conclusion here as the 3 way dance for Hot Summer Night is signed, sealed and delivered. Should still be an excellent match. They go to this right before commercial.... ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ {Fade in to a medium sized man sitting alone amidst a score of lighted candles surrounding him in a circle. Somehow the camera manages to get inside the circle for a close up on the man, whom AWI fans know as the "Philosopher' Mikhail Tzskova.} [Mikhail] It is times like this that I sit and comtemplate the world. It saddens me the actions of all the evil men in the world, the horror, the death, the things they do to innocents. It saddens me that they do not know first hand, or do not WISH to know, what their violence does to those around them. I have started in the sport of wrestling, the very centerspot of violence for the sake of violence, to teach those who do these horrors that their way is not THE way. I come to teach them the True Way, the right way, the way of the light ... MY WAY. I did so in the Allied Wrestling group, and showed such evil men as Carlos Mendoza and the man who called himself Justice of the Final Word. They accepted it, and understood. It took some doing, but I showed them that violence is not the way. I left that group when my work was done, and have been wondering since. I come to this place, this "EWC" and see it much worse, with violence seeping into every part of this group. They have a tournament DEVOTED to violence, with evil mean coveting pain, and greedy men coveting gold. I will teach them MY way. That much is certain. I also come and notice a person by the name of Titus Moongarden, the so-called "hippie" coming also. He is nothing but a falsehood. I see his true intentions, and it is not what he says they are. I take it upon myself to show those who may follow him and his ideologies that MY way is the perfect way. Until that time...peace be with you all. {fade out} ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ They do the commercial, then cut back in to a ton of security guys getting the stuff out of the way, then heading in there with bolt cutters, blowing the candle out, adn getting Mark Davidson out of there "just in the nick of time". Davidson looks really groggy, Lilith is unhurt other than some minor rope burns from strugging. They go back to the arena, and... ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (The fans pop hard as "It's Showtime" by David Lee Roth kicks into high gear. The song gets all the way through and the crowd seems looks around, not knowing what to expect. Lowe, although in defense of his friend, plays devils advocate and notes that this was prime TV time that Roker managed to schedule, and now he's not even out here to talk. Cross said to be patient, Roker was probably making a big entrance. The lights flicker, then red and gold fireworks go off in front of the video screen. As the smoke from the fireworks clears out, Roker Showtime appears on the screen. [Roker] Did that get your attention? Well you haven't seen a thing, yet. Jon Owens... you and your three straight jacket suplexes definitely got my attention. Now there are a lot of punks like Chris Sim and Fuego who are in dire need of a beating from your's truly...but you're the unfortunate putz I'm targeting first. (A lot of cheers for that, but a significant amount of boos for lumping Fuego into that mix) So Jon... before we get in the ring, I want you to think good and hard about what I'm about to ask you. Do you want to play nice or not? Barry Bromowitz and Bobby Windsor played nice... and they lost. William the Conqueror and Derek Machismo didn't play nice... and they lost as well. Owens, I know that your some sort of badass, monster in Japan, but that and a quarter won't buy you a cup of coffee in the states. So what's the answer, Jon? Do you want to make wrestling history... or just be an insignificant part of it? I'll be here next week for your answer. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Lowe notes that Roker threw down the gauntlet, and that this was a side of Roker he only saw...well, when Roker referred to him, and the hatred between the two of them ran deep for years. Cross was about to retort when: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ["El Phantasmo and the Chicken Run Blastorama" by White Zombie comes over the PA signaling the arrival of Jon Owens, house mic in hand, and wearing a "Roker Showtime is My Favorite Wrestler" t shirt.] [Owens] Well well well, I should feel honored. The great Roker Showtime has finally found me, a poor, pitiful, "insignificant putz", worthy enough to challenge to a match. Oh please Mr. Showtime, can I have your autograph before you totally decimate me with your obviously superior in-ring talent? [Owens stops to take off the shirt and rip it several times before tossing what's left at a fan wildly waving a Showtime poster at ringside.] Who are you trying to kid Roker? I keep challengin' you, you keep ignoring me ... until I drop you on your head a few times. Then all of a sudden you're "Mr. Tough Guy" - tell me, shmuck, why is it you're only "Mr. Tough Guy" when we're not in the same building? (LOUD boos from the audience, but there is a small but vocal "Roker sucks" chant from the east wing) I looked into your eyes - I saw the fear. No shame in that, 'cause I can, and I will, hurt you very, very much. You're gonna get stretched, dropped on your head, and tied into more knots in one match with me than you have in your career to date. You've got a match Showtime - and I'll play it any way you want. Don't expect me to bow down to you though - don't expect me - your career doesn't mean a thing to me. You may be a legend, but starting next week, the legend will slowly crumble. (Owens tosses the mike down and leaves the ring as they fade to a commercial)