The match ends as Tyler's opponent leaves the ring and Tyler just stands there, milking up the reaction from the crowd and suddenly over the P.A in the arena hit's 'My Own Worst Enemy' by Lit. The fans don't know who this is, or how to react so they all look towards the entrance, same as Tyler in the ring. All focus is away from the ring as a man runs through the crowd. He jumps the barrier and grabs two steel chairs. A few fans have caught on. He slides into the ring and he drops one of the chairs on the mat as the music fades out. With the sound of the chair dropping, Durten swings around and sees a blonde haired man standing across the ring from him holding a steel chair. The man grins as Durten starts to walk towards the man, spouting off some bullshit and the man laughs for a moment. He tosses the chair to Durten who catches it. In an instant, the man superkicks the chair into Durten's face and Durten falls to the mat. The chair is conveniently underneath Durten�s head. The man looks around at the crowd for a moment. He then picks up the other steel chair and walks over to Durten. He stands over him, looking down, grinning. The man looks around at the crowd as he raises the chair. The man swings. BAMMM! Durten's head has just been squashed between the two chairs. The man throws the chair down and it bounces off of Durten's limp body. He calls for a microphone and one gets thrown to him \\
Jeremy Bradley: Now I guess why all of you sitting here in this arena, and all of you sitting at home are wondering why the fuck did I just do that to Tyler Durten, the former FWA Heavyweight Champion. Why would me, Jeremy Bradley a no body in this federation attack him? Was it out of hatred... No I don't think so, I don't even know the chump! Was it out of jealousy... You got to be fucking with me, no one can be jealous of trash. Was it because I have a blood lust thing.. again, nope. Was it because I want this piece of shit here out of the FWA... don't think so.. If he stays here then it's just one more doggy I have to train.. Then why did I attack your former champion? Why have I left him laying on the mat, unconscious and probably not able to control his bodily functions?
// Jeremy looks around at the crowd and they boo him a little \\
Jeremy Bradley: Basically, this attack was all about me! It was all about coming in front of you tonight and making a statement. I feel I have made the statement and I think it is loud and I damn well think it was clear. It's quite simple really when you think about it, a no name in the federation takes out the former top dog. It happens all of the time around the world and in any workplace, and every time the message is the same. 'Look at me!' Plain and simple folks. Look at me, take notice of me, embrace me, respect me and in the end don't forget me. I looked around at the stars here in the FWA and I see some guys bigger then me, I see some guys apparently badder then me. All I can say to them, and this shit box on the ground is this. I will not be intimidated. Not by any of you. I don't care if your bigger then me! I don't care if you think your badder then me. And for this chump, I don't care what belt you have held before in any federation. None of you scare me. Not! one little bit!
// The crowd boo some more \\
Jeremy Bradley: You think you can beat me.. Step up! You think you can run me out of the FWA.. Go ahead. And this is straight to you Durten, you want revenge.. set up a match.. wait no, Durten I challenge you to a match. Have the gall to face a new comer, put your pride and ego on the line... Although Durten, I don't think you will accept my challenge. Besides, why would you want to be beaten by a nobody?
// The crowd continue to boo Bradley..\\
Jeremy Bradley: My name is Jeremy Bradley and I am your next FWA Champion. Whether you like it or not!! Durten, I'll be seeing you next week!
// Jeremy drops the microphone as his music kicks back in again. Jeremy grins as he walks to the ropes, steps out and walks towards the backstage area where he disappears. In the ring, Durten is slowly starting to come too\\
Frost- Well that was not the guy who spun the chair but definitely someone who has the same intentions as our mystery chair man.
Ice- Durten is not very popular with the newcomers of the FWA. Bradley is definitely going to be a star here in FWA and he wants to get there very fast as he wants to start something with Tyler Durten right now.
Frost- I think he can do it but at what cost.
Ice- Maybe an injury. I have no idea. Let�s go get Cliff Blood and Steve the All American on the road finally after the Tyrel Jones attack on Cliff Blood earlier in the evening.
Frost: Coming up now we have an excellent match for you two men, two interviews, time for a winner.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit....
("Fade to Black by Metallica blasts over the PA system as Cliff Blood walks out from behind the curtain. The fans begin to give him a mixed reaction him, he continues down to the ring as he focuses on the match at hand.)
Announcer: Introducing first weighing in at 365lbs......standing at 7'0" tall.....CLIFF BLOOD!!!
(He enters the ring as "Sad but True by Metallica blasts over the PA system...the fans jump to their feet as Steve struts out from behind the curtain.)
Announcer: Introducing now.....weighing in at 270lbs......standing at 6'7" tall......former Heavyweight Champion....STEVE THE ALL AMERICAN!!!
(The fans continue to cheer as Steve enters the ring)
DING!! DING!! DING!!
Frost: Here we go now...Steve and Blood staring at each other....here's the collar and elbow lock up...Blood turns it into a quick hammerlock!
Ice: Steve is quick to reverse the hammerlock into one of his own...Blood with an elbow to Steve's jaw and the hold is broken!
Frost: Steve try's to clear away the cobwebs as Blood confronts him and nails him in the jaw with a HUGE right hand. Blood quickly follows up with an Irish whip to the far ropes!
Ice: Blood floors Steve with a calf kick! Blood follows up with an elbow drop...and then another quick elbow drop!
Frost: Blood drops to the mat and locks Steve in a laying side headlock! He is trying to wear down the All American. Steve quickly reaches to the ropes and the hold is broken.
Ice: Steve having a little trouble "getting out of the blocks" as the saying goes. Blood grabs Steve and helps him up...Steve surprises Blood with a right hand of his own!
Frost: Steve with an Irish whip now..Blood ducks a clothesline...Steve catches him as he rebounds off of the far ropes with a harsh back elbow square to the head of Blood!
Ice: Blood down hard and now Steve is stomping away at him. Steve now with a leg drop and a quick lateral press..
Ref: ONE....
Frost: Blood is quick to kickout. Steve briefly questions the ref's counting. He picks Blood up and tries to send him back down with a scoop slam. He misses but does a leg sweep to knock Blood down.
Ice: Steve now aids Blood up once again and sends him to the ropes via Irish whip. Steve charges in...Blood lifts up a boot but Steve slams on the breaks!
Frost: Blood puts the boot down in confusion only for Steve to bury a boot into his mid section...Steve follows up with a VICIOUS jumping extended back kick square to the forehead of Blood!!
Ice: Blood crumbles to the mat face first. Steve helps him to his feet and sets him up for a back breaker...he nails it and goes for a quick cover...
Ref: One....Two.....
Frost: He once again kicks out. Steve wastes no time in laying a boot to the small of the back. Blood to his feet and Steve has him by the back of the head....Didn�t that backbreaker look like Blood fell into his knee.
Ice: Blood buries a BIG right hand into the gut of Steve! Steve staggers a bit...Blood now with a BIG right hand to the gut!!
Frost: Blood now with a HUGE swinging neck breaker! That stunned Steve...Blood picks him back up and..Northern Lights Suplex! There's the bridge!
Ref: ONE....TWO.....
Ice: Ohh man...Blood almost got Steve there with that beautiful northern lights suplex. Blood appears to be slightly frustrated after that. He picks up Steve and backs him into the corner....
Frost: Blood with a few stiff shots to the head of Steve. He lifts Steve up to the top rope! He's going for a superplex! This could be big!
Ice: Steve fighting back now! He pushes Blood off and Blood hits the mat face first!! Steve now alone on the top rope!!
Frost: Look at this Moonsault by Steve! He landed it perfectly across the back of Blood! But that hurt him as well!! Steve appeared to have hurt his ribs here on that moonsault!
Ice: Blood is already starting to get to his feet...as is Steve. Both men up now and they are backing up into each other...they bump backs...Steve turns a swingin!
Frost: Blood ducks and buries his knee into those hurt ribs! He then capitalizes on that and lifts Steve up for a rib breaker...and nails it! Pin by Blood!
Ref: One....Two.....
Ice: Only a two count as Steve struggles to kick out of that one. Blood now lay's a few boots into the sore ribs of Steve....
Frost: Blood now picks up Steve and sets him up for a vertical suplex....he has him up...and down!! He floats over for the pin this could do it! Can you believe Steve got Blood up? That�s some strength.
Ref: One...Two.....Thr
Ice: NO! Two and three quarters as Steve barely kicks out! That took a toll on those ribs! Steve appears to be bleeding from the mouth, which is not a good sign...
Frost: Blood lifts up Steve...Steve swings wildly and misses! Blood locks him in an abdominal stretch in the middle of the ring!! He is ripping and tearing at those hurt ribs of Steve!
Ice: Steve let's out a yelp of pain, but he will NOT give up! Blood really wrenching down on that hold but Steve still refuses to give up...he is fading out fast though...
Frost: The ref still checking on Steve who is still shaking his head no, but he is looking mighty groggy from the pain...
Ice: Steve is mustering up some energy here and trying to reach the ropes but to no avail....he appears to be almost out cold!
Frost: The ref is gonna check his arm now...he lifts Steve arm up once....
Ref: ONE!!
Ice: He grabs the arm of Steve the second time and lifts it up.....
Ref: TWO!!
Frost: One more time and Blood gets an upset victory! He grabs Steve�s arm...up....and....
Ref: NO!! It's up!
Ice: Steve is still in this! He is trying to battle out of this..he is inching for the ropes...ever so closer he comes....
Frost: He swings his arm.....HE GRABS a hold of the ropes! The ref is telling Blood to break the hold!
Ref: Break it Blood...ONE! TWO! THREE!
Ice: Blood breaks the hold! Steve to his knees in pain....Blood goes to pick him up...LOW BLOW! Steve counters with a low blow! He now grabs Blood by the waste and tosses him out of the ring!
Frost: Steve trying to recuperate somewhat here while Blood lay's on the outside...the ref isn't counting Blood out though...he wants to see a winner as do these fans!
Ice: Steve rolls out of the ring as Blood starts to get up...Steve grabs Blood and sets him up for an Irish whip!! He whips Blood shoulder first into the ring steps! What a thud!
Frost: Steve gingerly follows him up and gets him back to his feet...Steve now lifts up Blood and drops him throat first across the security railing!!
Ice: Steve now picks Blood up again....he is bashing Blood's head non-stop into the security railing! He has busted Blood WIDE open! He has gone ape shit here!
Frost: He finally stops and Blood crumbles to the mat bleeding profusely from the head!! Steve now grabbing a steel chair! Steve behind Blood is sizing him up for what could be the final blow!
Ice: Blood wipes the blood out of his eyes and slowly staggers to his feet....Steve comes a swingin.....
Frost: Blood barely ducked out of the way! Blood turns...Steve turns...Blood dropkicked the chair back into Steve face!
Ice: Blood now reaching under the ring for something here...he is grabbing a table!! He slides it into the ring! He then follows up by rolling Steve into the ring!
Frost: Blood is motioning for Corona Crush! But the mat won't be good enough as he is setting up the table! Steve is up and he turns...Blood scoops him up...Steve squirms out of it and Blood stops right before running into the table!!
Ice: Blood turns...Doomsday! NO! Blood ducked it! Blood turns.....Steve comes back in at him...SPINE BUSTER through the table!! Steve has been broken in half!!
Frost: Blood slowly over for the cover.....
Ref: ONE.....TWO.......THRE...
Ice: NOOO!! Steve barely got his shoulder up! Blood is astonished! He has no idea how Steve could've possibly kicked out of that! Blood wipes more blood out of his eyes as he lifts up the limp body of Steve!
Frost: He wants to finish this off right now!! He goes to scoop Steve up...Steve counters by pulling Blood face first into the top turn buckle...Blood staggers out of the corner....
Ice: DOOMSDAY!!! He literally pulled that move out of his ass! He has been put through a table by a spine buster with those hurt ribs and still managed a doomsday!!
Frost: Listen to these fans Chris! Unbeleivable..Steve now throwing his arm over Cliff Blood!!
Ref: ONE......TWO.......THREEEEE!!!
Ice: Steve did it! He escapes with a victory!! Man but Cliff Blood once again shows the world that he will be a force to be reckoned with....probably Tyrel Jones attack got him knocked down before this match even started
Announcer: The winner of this bout by pinfall....STEVE THE ALL AMERICAN!!
Frost: These men went through a war here tonight but Steve proves once again why he is one of the best out there today if not THE best. Let's get this mess cleaned up and get ready for our next contest shall we?
(Suddenly, "Rocket" by Def Leppard blares loudly throughout the arena. The crowd goes absolutely ballistic, anticipating the arrival of the man who is about to walk through that curtain. The light show corresponding with the entrance continues for several minutes, until finally the Aviator slowly emerges from the curtain. The crowds� cheers become even louder upon seeing him. The Aviator stops on the entrance ramp for a moment, taking in the cheers from the fans, and then races quickly towards the ring, sliding inside of it, and climbing each of the four turnbuckles in order to pose for the fans. The Aviator looks extremely hyped up tonight, as he spends several minutes pumping his fists, and relishing in the excitement generated by the crowd. Finally, his music stops, but the Aviator does not begin speaking. Instead, he just stands in the center of the ring, listening to the roar of the crowd while smiling. Finally, after several moments, he begins to talk)
Aviator: Yeah, this pretty much confirms it. . . it's good to be back in the FWA!!!
(The crowd roars in approval)
Aviator: First off, I'd like to give a big old thank you to President Nightmare for believing in second chances. As many of you out there may have seen, my last attempted comeback to this business didn't exactly go as I had planned. . .
(The crowd gives off a slight boo)
Aviator: Yeah, I know, it was a disappointment for everybody. But rest assured, that's not how things are going to go in the FWA!
(The crowd cheers as Avi simply attempts to talk over them)
Aviator: No, it's not going to be that way! Not here, not in the FWA! Not after Nightmare went out and took a chance to bring this show back here! Naw, this run's not going to be a disappointment. . . but let me make things perfectly clear to all you people who may not have seen ol' Flyboy since the last time he left the FWA! Things aren't going to be like they were the last time I was here.
(The crowd gives a bit of a mixed reaction to the statement)
Aviator: No dressing up in costumes and putting on little skits. No running around like a little annoying pest getting in people's way, and, pardon language, doing nothing but raising hell! Naw, this run's going to be a little bit different.
(The Aviator pauses)
Aviator: Oh rest assured, guys, we're gonna have a lot of fun around here, but we're also gonna take some time to be serious. It's time to be focused. I started in this business as a kid with a lot of dreams. And yeah, I've been pretty lucky. Most of those dreams have become a reality. . . .in fact, all of them have become a reality.
(The Aviator pauses for a moment, and simply nods his head)
Aviator: All of them. . .but one!
(The crowd starts chanting "FWA CHAMP" repeatedly. The Aviator gets a huge smile on his face and smiles repeatedly)
Aviator: Yeah, you guys got that one right! So what do you say guys, is it time to make that final dream of mine a reality or what?!!
(The crowd cheers wildly in approval)
Aviator: I had a feeling you'd agree! I got one more question for ya guys. . . .What do ya say we get Operation Completing the Dream started right here next week!!
(The crowd cheers in approval one more time)
Aviator: Alright, Nightmare, you heard it right here, right now. I want it, they want it, sounds like the general consensus is to get the air show underway! So, Nightmare, it's all in your hands. All we need is your clearance for take off, and well, we all know what's gonna happen then, don't we?!
Crowd: WE'RE GONNA FLY!!!
("Rocket" by Def Leppard begins to play one more time, as the Aviator makes his way back to the locker room)
("Bodies by Drowning Pool hits the loudspeakers as Storm comes out to a mixed reaction. The pyros go off as he makes his way to the ring.)
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing 7'2" and weighing in at 374 pounds, Captain Devon Storm!
(The crowd continues to give off a mixed reaction as Devon Storm steps through the ropes. The fans quiet down for a moment before The Brews by NOFX comes over the PA. Taylor Dawkins comes out to wave of cheers)
Announcer: And his opponent, standing in at 6'5" and weighing in at 255 pounds, Taylor Dawkins!
(Dawkins slides through the ring ropes and motions to the fans)
Frost: Alright, the ref is calling for the bell, and we expect a fast-paced match here.
Ice: Immediate lockup, Dawkins shoots Storm into the far ropes, Dawkins hits the mat, Storm over him, Dawkins up, Storm hits him with a clothesline!
Frost: Dawkins back to his feet and he gets knocked down with a knife-edged chop. He's on the ground and pulls out a drop toehold on Storm. Storm rolls away, both men back up to their feet in opposite corners as the crowd applauds that exchange!
Ice: They slowly circle one another, decide to make a play for strength here . . . right hands locked in . . . no, Dawkins with a kick to the stomach and he rips off a DDT! Storm is dazed as Dawkins shoots towards the ropes and comes down with a fist to the forehead.
Frost: That woke Storm up as he gets to his feet and goes for a Samoan Drop, but Dawkins puts him in a crucifix pin! 1, 2 . . . no! Oh man, Dawkins with quite a surprise for Storm there, but Storm back up, forearm shivers to the jaw that rock Dawkins back into the corner, Storm whips him to the far corner, he follows him, big splash!
Ice: Dawkins down as Storm puts the boots to him. Dawkins rolls out of the way after about three stomps and is back up to his feet. Suplex attempt by Storm, blocked once, blocked twice, Dawkins picks Storm up with the leg hooked, fisherman's buster! Dawkins climbs to the middle turnbuckle, he drops the elbow across the chest. Quick cover, gets a one count.
Frost: Storm back up, picks Dawkins up by the legs, Sidewalk Slam! He immediately rolls that into a Boston crab, but Dawkins uses both his leg strength and adrenaline to flip Storm over onto his back! His feet are on top of Storm's shoulders! 1, 2 . . . no! There was simply no leverage there, but quite a spectacular series of moves.
Ice: Both men up, Dawkins with a punch to the gut. Storm's doubled over, Dawkins off the ropes, knee life to the face. Storm goes down as Dawkins with another quick cover, but still only for two. Both men back up, body slam by Storm, he puts a leg scissors headlock on Dawkins.
Frost: Dawkins manages to get his feet to the ropes to break the hold. Both men to their feet, Storm tries to move in on Dawkins, sidestep, Dawkins grabs Storm's left arm and hooks the right, pumphandle slam! Storm is down now. Dawkins goes for a bow and arrow submission, but Storm manages to hook both arms and roll Dawkins over! Storm for the win! 1, 2, . . . no!! What is it going to take to end this?
Ice: One has to wonder about Storm's ability to put on this kind of match after Monday night. Still, both men back up, Dawkins with a side headlock, Storm pushes him into the ropes, Dawkins hits a clothesline. Storm is groggy now as Dawkins goes back into the ropes and goes for another clothesline. Storm catches Dawkins' arm in some kind of vice hold, and then takes him down with a modified single arm DDT!
Frost: My goodness that came out of nowhere! Storm rolls Dawkins over, could that move get him the win? One, two, thre . . . no!!!! No!!!! Dawkins kicks out! Unbelievable resilience!
Ice : Both men to their feet, Dawkins with a T-bone suplex!! That could do it, but he's not going for a cover!! He picks Storm up by the head, sets him up for it, and hits a powerbomb!! Oh, no, that's got to be it!!! Dawkins just dominating now!!!
Frost : Dawkins still trying to shake off the effects of that earlier move, but at least he's on his feet! Storm has rolled over onto his stomach now, and he's earnestly trying to get himself to his feet. Storm manages to get up, but he's very groggy. Dawkins whips him into the corner, and Storm hits hard against the turnbuckles. Storm slouches in the corner as Dawkins makes his way over to him.
Ice : Dawkins turns Storm around with a vicious knife-edged chop! He picks Storm up and sits him facing the crowd on the top turnbuckle. What is Dawkins going to do here? He climbs up the ropes, grabs Storm's arms . . . ! Oh man!
Frost : TOP ROPE RAZOR'S EDGE!!!! That could be all she wrote, folks! Dawkins with the cover and for the win! One, two, three! NO! NO! Storm managed to get his shoulder up ever so slightly!!!! Oh my!!!!
Ice : Can you believe that??? Look at the frustration on Dawkins' face!!!!! He would have put any other man down with that move! Back on the attack now as he drops an elbow across Storm's face. He picks Storm up and again shoots him into the corner. This time he runs in, but Storm gets a boot up into Dawkins mug!!! There's still some life left in Storm!!!!
Frost: Dawkins staggers backwards as Storm lunges at him with a closed fist that connects! Both men crumple to the ground as Dawkins just did not and could not have expected Storm to come back at all!
Ice: The ref starts a ten count. Oh, please, don't let this end this way! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 . . . Dawkins is up! And now Storm is propping himself up on the ropes! This one is far from over!
Frost: Dawkins comes back with a shoulder block on Storm! Storm falls to the mat, but Dawkins picks him up and follows up with a powerslam!! That's the prelude to the Fisherman�s Buster. Dawkins is going for it, but Storm fights him off!!!
Ice: That could have been it right there, Frost that could have been it. And now a frustrated Dawkins knocks Storm down with a jawbreaker, and he's motioning that he's going to the top rope!
Frost- Dawkins is going to the top but Storm sees him and pushes him down to the outside.
Frost- That has to hurt Taylor Dawkins. Storm goes right outside after Taylor Dawkins. They are fighting up the ramp. Storm hits Taylor Dawkins with an uppercut.
Ice- This is far from over my friend. Dawkins and Storm are fighting toward the ring and the ref only has a 6 count going. Dawkins throws Devon Storm into the ring. The count stops. Storm is holding onto the ref�s leg. Oh my�here comes Rayvn Starr partner of Storm in Holier than Thou�Chair to the back of Taylor Dawkins head and the ref doesn�t see it as Devon Storm is holding onto his leg distracting his attention. Devon lets go and rolls to the outside. He high fives Rayvn�He picks up Dawkins who has a small cut on the forehead from the chair shot.
Frost- Listen to the boos for Holier than thou.
(Crowd is booing as Taylor Dawkins is being propped up.)
Ice- Dead END. Dawkins is out. Storm rolls back in and out of the ring restarting the count. Starr throws him a straight jacket. He puts the motionless Dawkins in the jacket.
Frost- The count is 8 now. Storm back in the ring. Why isn�t the ref disqualifying Devon Storm?
Ice- I guess it�s not really considered a foreign object. Not like a chair, pipe or something to knock someone out.
Frost- But he can�t use his damn arms�.it�s a vice.
Ice- Hey it�s the refs call and if Nightmare can change the rules then he can come down here and change them.
Frost- Ten count and it�s over. This is complete and utter bull.
Announcer- Winner by count out�.Captain DEVON STORM.
Ice- Storm is yelling to Starr to pick Dawkins up. Storm is now helping Starr bring Dawkins into the back. Someone follow them.
Frost- Hey you camera guy follow to see where Starr and Storm are taking Dawkins.
Ice- Where is Kid Punk?
Frost- Well he�s not here tonight. He is back in California awaiting his first match, which is probably going to take place next week.
Ice- There will be hell to pay when the Punkster gets here.
(The camera picks up as we see Devon Storm and Rayvn Starr carry Taylor Dawkins into a waiting Explorer. Devon throws Dawkins into the back of the Explorer and closes the door. He turns to the camera and speaks.)
Devon Storm- well I think our friend Taylor Dawkins has a bit of a problem. So I am going to help him out�Next stop Mount Carmel Health and Rehabilitation Center.
(Devon gets in the SUV as he finishes the statement he drives off as Frost finishes the show.)
Frost- I can�t believe this two men attack Taylor Dawkins and claim he has a problem.
Ice- He does drink Brisk a lot. Maybe it�s for his own good.
Frost- You�re heartless Chris, just heartless. How bout I whip your ass with a chair and send you to a rehab center for being a jackass. How bout that?
Ice- Go ahead try it.
Frost- You know I don�t have time to argue with you, we just saw Taylor Dawkins get pummeled by two men who ironically enough call themselves Holier than Thou and take him our in a straight jacket to a rehab center. This is ridiculous. Well folks it has been a very eventful show. Dawkins is hurt and off to rehab. Returns were very plentiful as we heard from many of the new and returning stars tonight.
Ice- Yes and as always everything will get this fed going again.
Frost- I apologize I am in shock. Tune in next week for another edition of Sunday Showdown.
(The camera fades to black.)