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Jesse Williams - NICK! Williams bursts off into a full sprint, but Nicholas doesn't even acknowledge his presence. He just continues on down the hallway, staring blankly at the floor in front of every foot he places on the cold concrete. His mask, which distinguishes his personal life from the business, is nowhere to be found as he walks around, sticking out like a sore thumb as a much younger face than the ones around here. Jesse closes the gap between himself and Nick, but he still seems very intent on ignoring Jesse and continuing on his way. Jesse catches up to Nicholas, slowly himself to the same walking speed as Nicholas- only trailing him by about four feet. Although Jesse's presence is undeniable, Nicholas continues on with the act of still not noticing Williams. Jesse is way too out of breath to speak, so instead he over extends himself into a jog as he swoops around Nicholas and stops directly infront of him. This forces Nicholas not only to stop where he stands, but also to have his eyes lock with Jesses for the first time in nearly a month. He quickly breaks his focus away from Jesse's face, and looks off to the right behind Jesse. Jesse Williams - Nick, jesus... Williams places both of his hands on his knee caps, doubling the top half of his body over as he regains his breath. Jesse Williams - I've been trying to find you, what have you been up to? Nicholas Perry - Been busy. Nicholas pivots, looking to end the conversation right there- but Jesse doesn't allow him to. Jesse Williams - Where were you? Nicholas Perry - I was at the side of Stephanie, watching her slip into drug-enduced hallucinations for hours at a time. Jesse bites his lip, lifting his hands up from his knees and looks Nicholas directly into his face. He finds no words, and for the first time notices that Nicholas is avoiding looking at any part of Jesse's phyical presence only two feet in front of him. Jesse Williams - How is she? Nicholas shakes his head and throws in a roll of the eyes, which prompts Jesse to answer his own question. Jesse Williams - Drug enduced hallucinations. Right. Gotcha. Nicholas Perry - Now, if you'll excuse me... Nicholas turns around looking to scurry down the hallway and away from Jesse, but is stopped right in his tracks upon the first step- when his left arm is grabbed by Williams at his bicep and jerked back around. Jesse Williams - No, I won't. Nicholas swings around, a fire in his eyes that has never been seen before by the likes of Jesse, Steel, Moxie- or anyone besides Nicholas himself. Nicholas Perry - What's the matter? Feeling up my mom, then pummeling my father just isn't enough of a "hands-on experience" with the Perry's for you? You got to the mother, you'll get to the father- so next in line, of course, is the son. Jesse remains silent, releasing his grasp from Nick's arm and allowing it to fall back to his side. For good measure, once Williams relinquishes the pressure of his fingers, Nicholas yanks his arm towards his body. Jesse Williams - Just listen to me Nick. I fucked up, but there's nothing I can do about it now. I'm not here looking for your forgiveness, or your friendship. I'm not here as your mortal enemy, an opponent, the World Champion, your guardian, your friend, or even as Jesse Williams. As your Godfather I'm telling you that your Mother is looking for you. Nicholas Perry - Oh, so you two have been keeping the flames going? Jesse Williams - Okay, fine. Lets do it your way. There were no flames, Nick. Not from your Mother, at least. And do you know why? Because of you. She was thinking of you before herself, and she would never hurt you like that. It was my fault, it was my own feelings that got us into this situation. I should have known better, but in the end I realize she could never let herself fall in love with someone like me. And that's a good thing. Nicholas remains silent, his eyes focused elsewhere as he still has not made eye contact with Jesse. Jesse Williams - I can see you don't want shit to do with me, so I'll make this as short and sweet as I can. Don't think I'm asking you to do this for me, because I'm not. I love Sarah, Nick. I love her. That means no matter the situation she is in, I want to see her happy. If her happiness is brought on by not being with me, then I'll sacrifice my feelings. If giving her peace of mind, knowing that you are in good physical health and haven't been a recent Trent Steel kidnapee makes her happy- then I'm going to go to any extent to make sure she gets the memo. Get in contact with your Mother, Nick- for her, not for me. Nicholas looks into Jesse's eyes, as if to looking for the bullshit detector sensor to start going off. Williams keeps his face still, not changing a single physical features postion from when he closes his mouth, to opening it again. Jesse Williams - And be sure to watch out for Specter. He's no man to look up to or to trust. Nicholas Perry - Thanks, but I've had just about enough of your life advice to keep me unhappy for the rest of my time in this business. Nicholas shifts his weight and pauses, as if expecting Jesse to stop him- but it doesn't come. He turns and walks down the hallway, leaving Jesse standing by his lonesome. Jesse turns around and looks to head off back from the direction he came, but as he shifts his body he instead looks back down the hall from which Nicholas disappears. He begins to move off in that direction, then he is now grabbed around his bicep from behind. Voice - I think he needs some time to himself... Williams turns around, seeing Josh Allen as the man who stopped him from following Nick. Josh Allen - Don't you think? Allen smiles and walks off, leaving Jesse looking furious. He pivots on his heels and turns towards the opposing hallway that Nicholas and Allen disappeared down. Just as he begins to move, Jesse is bumped into frm behind. Williams turns around, expecting a sneak attack, only to see his old friend Ray Lopes standing in front of him. Ray Lopes - Whoa man! Drop those fists, it's me! Williams smiles and lowers his hands. Ray Lopes – What’s up, Jess? Jesse Williams – Hey Ray, sorry about that. There isn't enough time in the day to begin to tell you what's up. Ray can tell that Jesse has his game face on and probably isn’t in the mood for too much conversation. Ray Lopes – Good luck in that ring tonight! Jesse Williams – Thanks, you too bro. I think it's about to get started anyways. Ray Lopes – Shit, we better get going. Jesse and Ray head in opposite directions. The cameras follow Ray as he walks down the halls before stumbling right in front of Silence's locker room. Ray Lopes enters into Silence dressing room and sees that Silence is sitting down on his couch watching TV and looks up at Ray. Silence – You ever heard of knocking? Ray Lopes – We need to talk! Silence – What do you want? Ray Lopes – We need to talk strategy. Silence – I already got my strategy down. Ray rolls his eyes at Silence. Ray Lopes – Listen we can’t touch each other until Cold Black Day, right? Silence – Right. Ray Lopes – Well we could just try avoiding each other all night so that doesn’t happen or we can work together and eliminate everybody else. Silence looks at Rays eyes to see if he serious or not. Silence – I’ll think about it. He says not really giving Ray a definite answer. Ray Lopes – Alright, you do that. I’ll see you in the ring in a little bit! Ray leaves Silence’s dressing room.
The feed opens in the sold out Wembley Arena, which is completely black. The fans are roaring, as a heartbeat is heard pounding over the PA System. The bass thunders through their seats -- sending vibrations throughout their whole body, making them feel the beat as if it is their own heart pounding out of their chest. Soon after, a guitar softly playing a few notes in a row comes over the speakers and it is identified as the introduction to "That Was Just Your Life" by Metallica as the rest of the instruments soon kick in. Once they do, red and purple lights begin shining from the stage and the rafters all over the arena. The song continues building, with the adrenaline flowing through the veins of the fans in attendance. Their cheers are muffled by the sounds of the music which is deafening. Eventually after the build is done -- only a high-paced guitar is left strumming. All the lights cut out, leaving the arena black. Then suddenly the speakers nearly explode as the drums, bass and second guitar fire right back in. A shot of red pyro technics explode off the stage as the house lights turn on in the arena. The letters "MVW" are shown over the classic OWF Tron, as the camera pulls around the arena showing the reactions of the fans in attendance. Once the vocals kick in, the crowd is about to explode with excitement and just want the show to kick off. Still, any time the camera swings around to their section of the arena -- they are quick to wave their signs, their arms or their shirts to get themselves on live television. Eventually the music is turned down a bit, finally allowing the live feed to pick up the sheer intensity of the cheering crowd. The feed cuts to a view of the announcers booth, showing a two-man team instead of the normal threesome of Gordie Falcoon, Jackie Kissens and James Dunn. Once the cameras pull in close enough, they are identified as former Meaningless Violence Wrestling announcers -- Mancow and Larry King. Both men adorn a smile across their face, as they get their cue. Mancow - It is great to be back, isn't it King? King - Two times in a year? I'll take it! Mancow - Same here. Welcome fans of Meaningless Violence Wrestling to Power Hour: Martyr For Your Country! King - Don't forget the majority of those watching right now. Fans of the OWF, the federation that is allowing this show to happen. Mancow - That is true. OWF President, Chase Johnson, has been very kind to MVW. So, thanks Ceej! King - But, we're not here to kiss ass. We're here to give you all a night to remember. Mancow - And we have the card booked to do so. Courtesy of MVW President himself, Zack Perry. King - Who we may end up seeing in action once again tonight. Mancow - That is, if Jesse Williams can keep his emotions in check and not deck Specter. King - Agreed. But, that's just a possible icing on the cake. Already booked are some MVW classics, such as the Capture The Flag Match and the Gang Wars Match. Mancow - Both of which will be Match of the Year Candidates. King - We also have two title matches. The MVW LillyAss Title Match, and the OWF I Heart Moxie Championship Match. Mancow - I can't wait to see Specter back under an MVW banner. King - Facing the kid of the President, no less.
The feed cuts backstage to the parking garage of the Wembley Arena. Gathered there are over a dozen superstars. Soon they are all identified as the fourteen participants of the Gang Wars match. Security has caged off the fans from entering the garage, which only leaves a few referees to judge the match. Mancow - Alright! We're getting started! None of the teams are grouped together as men stand in different sections -- all within earshot of Zack Perry, who stands directly in the center of the parking lot. Right next to him, stands Specter with a smile upon his face. Zack Perry - Okay, great -- you're all here. Let me just go over the rules once more. We have three teams, the Blue Team which is Filthy Rich, Angel of Death, Jason Chase, Jared Wave, JC and Greg Jackson. Then we have the Red Team, made up of Drake Munday, Akira Kanemura, Scott Kidd, Silence, Skotty Surph and Ray Lopes. Zack pauses, and Specter nudges him on his elbow. Zack Perry - Oh yeah, and the Yellow Team of Specter and "Homewrecker" Jesse Williams -- a team which I dubbed "Viva Las Vegas". Catchy right? Specter - I think it's got great potential, Mr. P. Zack begins to shift his sight to each member of the match, keeping it as formal as possible. Zack Perry - During Gang Wars, there will be Two Rounds. During the first round, the first team to be entirely bloodied will be eliminated from the match -- thus starting the second round between the remaining members of the other two teams. Last Man Standing Rules go for Round Two, leaving only one or two men at the end. If you choose to, you can take a Tag Title shot if you are matched up with a member of your original team as the last two. Or you could choose to fight to the last man, with the prize being a shot at any singles title in the OWF. Zack begins to realize that everyone is keen to the rules and have already begun to pick apart their opponents, or their teammates, with intense stares. Zack Perry - That's all. Have a good fight. Zack turns, leaving the parking garage and entering the arena. The fourteen men stand still for a moment. Mancow - Has it started? JC charges to his left, decking Skotty Surph with a clothesline. King - Yep. That first act sets off a chain reaction, as Greg Jackson turns and begins laying the boots to Skotty Surph with his teammate JC -- who seems hesitant to trust Greg, but doesn't mind taking more pain out on Skotty. Wave sees his partner being attacked, but he is caught by a right hand from Drake Munday, who follows it up with a sharp toe kick -- before tossing Jared Wave shoulder first into the closed door of nearby parked car. Munday turns, looking to help Skotty but he is met by Jesse Williams who catches Drake daydreaming with a european uppercut that sends him to a seated position. From behind, Akira pounces on the back of Jesse -- but Williams grabs a hold of him by his hair and tugs Kanemura over his shoulder. He sits out, driving AK's head and neck directly down onto the cement of the parking garage. Williams stands up, turning around only to find himself on the receiving end of a chair shot from JC who pulls himself away from Surph to go after Jesse. Mancow - Is he bloody yet? Jesse rolls over and the referee checks for blood, motioning he isn't busted open. Just then, the sounds of a motorcycle are heard revving in the distance. Suddenly, Silence appears whipping around the corner and driving his motorcycle directly towards the mass of men. Most of the competitors dodge the moving vehicle, but Angel of Death is too slow. Silence leaps off the bike, allowing it to crash straight into the wall -- but he spears Angel of Death, nearly breaking him in half as Silence is propelled at over thirty miles per hour at AOD. King - Wow, was that necessary? Mancow - He just lost a great bike. Silence pulls himself up, standing next to Ray Lopes. He nods at him and the two men head in the direction of Specter, who hasn't moved since the match began. Silence is cut off by Jason Chase, weilding a dildo and swinging at his head. Silence grabs the rubber dildo, pulling it away from Chase and booting him in the gut. He then playfully sticks it in Ray's ear, before tossing it to the ground. Ray turns his attention to Silence as he looks at him, which allows Jared Wave to come up behind him and nail him with a back elbow. Meanwhile, the referee is seen checking on Angel of Death who seems to be coughing up blood from the attack from Silence. The referee motions down at Angel of Death. Referee - Angel of Death has been bloodied. Scott Kidd comes up to Silence and throws a right hand at him which is blocked by Silence's left forearm. Silence fires right back, nailing Kidd across the jaw with a closed fist that knocks him off balance. Silence runs towards Kidd, tackling him backwards into one of the concrete pillars in the parking garage. Right next to them, Greg Jackson and Skotty Surph are both on their feet trading rights and lefts -- along with verbal barbs. Skotty Surph - That cereal was mine! Greg Jackson - Didn't your momma ever teach you how to share! Surph catches Greg across the cheek of his open mouth, knocking him flat to the ground. Surph reaches down, grabbing Jackson by his dreadlocks and lifting him up to his feet -- only to smack his face directly into a drivers side window of a parked car. The glass cracks as Greg's forehead absorbs the full impact of the contact. He sinks to the floor, when the referee fingers through the mess of hair and notices a wide gash on Greg's head. Referee - Greg Jackson is bleeding. Mancow - That's two from the Blue Team! King - You don't think that Jesse and Specter are going to squeak into the second round. Do you? Mancow - Anything can happen. On the otherside of the garage, JC is resting with his steel chair in hand as he waits for Jesse to stand back up. Laying right next to him is Akira, who is just beginning to pull himself up to his feet. As he stands he sees JC standing with his focus on Jesse, and promptly charges at him. JC turns, only to be caught by a high foot by Akira across the face. JC frops to one knee, dropping the chair which allows Akira to pick it up. He weilds it back and cracks it across the back of JC, sending him flat across his stomach -- before Kanemura turns his attention to Jesse. Williams slowly begins to pull himself up, still dazed from the first chair shot, when Akira runs at time. He swings the chair forward, but from behind Jesse he is pulled backwards by Specter. King - What the hell? Specter then moves around Jesse, extending his right arm out and pulling the chair back into the face of Akira. He falls down on the ground, with his fair skin ripped open and streams of blood shooting down his cheeks. Mancow - Specter helped Jesse? The referee steps in and glances down at Akira, who tries to hide the blood. Referee - Akira Kanemura is now bleeding, as well. King - Finally someone from the red team! Williams stares at Specter who heads off, back to his original position as if nothing happened. Silence stumbles into Jesse and the two men look at each other before turning to see Filthy Rich and Drake Munday approaching. Silence decks Rich with a huge clothesline, following it up with a stiff elbow drop across the base of his skull. Meanwhile, Jesse takes a right hand from Munday before firing back with a right of his own. Drake brings a knee up into the stomach of Jesse, catching him off guard and dropping him to his knees. Drake steps back and whips a soccer kick across the face of Jesse, sending him over onto his back clutching his face. Nearby, Angel of Death pulls himself back up clutching his midsection with his left hand, and grabbing a hold of the nearest person with a left, who is a rested Skotty Surph. Skotty worms free, rolling away from him and running to a specific car nearby. He sticks a key into the trunk and pops it open, pulling from it a kendo stick. He turns around just in time to crack Angel of Death across his across with the stick, sending him down to the ground. Mancow - I love a guy who comes prepared for a fight! Across the garage, JC comes up from behind Ray Lopes who is still fighting with Jared Wave and grabs a hold of him -- pulling him off of Jared. Mancow - Again JC seems to be helping Wave. King - But why? Mancow - Well they are on the same team. King - I thought he hated him though. As JC pulls Ray away from him, Scott Kidd rushes into the scene with a broom and looks to smack it across the back of JC. Instead, JC grabs a hold of it and stares directly at Scott. JC pulls the broomhandle out of Scott Kidds hands and breaks it over his head, sending wood splintering everywhere. A few shards stick out of Kidd's head, causing blood to begin to roll down his nose. The referee creeps in and sees the extent of the wound. Referee - Scott Kidd has just been bloodied. King - And another. Mancow - All tied up. King - And none of these guys are eliminated yet, they keep going until their entire team is bloody! On the other side of the garage, Jason Chase has regrouped and has regained his dildo. He charges directly at Silence, who catches him with a back elbow across the bridge of his nose -- prompting Chase to drop the rubber dildo once agin. Silence picks up the dildo and this time cracks Chase square across his forehead with it -- splitting his skin wide open and letting a ton of blood to roll down his face. Referee - Jason Chase has been busted open. Mancow - Advantage back to the red squad. King - Just like that too! Right next to the action, we see the nervous looking Specter, as he is now seen biting his fingernails while staring at the action. King - Is he nervous? Mancow - Maybe about later. He seems to be saving himself. Specter then stops biting, looking to his right. Specter - Yo ref! He sticks up his middle finger, which has blood leaking from the tip down the length of his finger. The referee approaches and acknowledges the gash. Referee - Specter has been...bloodied. Mancow - He did it to himself though? King - By accident out of a bad habit! Would you say that about someone who got lung cancer from smoking? Mancow - Yes. King - Well you're a jerk then. Specter then turns to see Williams getting back up to his feet while he stares at Drake Munday. Specter slowly walks up from behind Jesse, slapping him playfully on his head as if telling him not to mess with Munday -- but Jesse throws a short elbow backwards that connects right with the mouth of Specter. A drop of blood comes from the corner of his mouth as Jesse looks at Specter in horror. King - Well there we go. One more match added! Mancow - Jesus Jesse, he was just trying to help. King - Jesse is on the defensive. He obviously didn't mean it. Mancow - Doesn't matter. Now Mr. P gets him for ten minutes. King - I really don't think that bolds well for Mr. P if Jesse is in any shape to fight after Gang Wars. His knee is in no condition to be wrestling on. Specter turns with a smile on his face, heading towards the arena after Jesse's inadvertant strike. Williams stares at him in disbelief -- only to turn around and be obliterated by a thunderous chairshot from JC. Williams lays on the ground, motionless as Specter enters the arena. King - That's it! Round one is over! The referee walks over and makes no mention of the blood. The camera reveals that Jesse still is not cut. King - Damn, no blood yet? He's got some leather-y skin. Mancow - Unbelievable stuff, Jesse has been left on his own as his only teammate. King - That's how Jesse deserves to be. Mancow - I suppose. King - And now we for sure get to see Mr. P in his return to the ring! The feed cuts away from Gang Wars in the parking garage, and to ringside.
Mancow - Looks as if we're going to have to cut back to that match in a bit. Geraldo stands up next to the announcers booth, holding a microphone in hand. Mancow - Cause right now it looks like we're about to witness the first of two title matches! King - So lets send it to Geraldo for the announcements! Mancow - Felt great to hear you say that again. The fans hardly notice him, until he lifts it to his mouth and begins the announcements. Geraldo - Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to personally welcome you ALL to a very special edition of Power Hour. WELCOME TO MVW MARTYR FOR YOUR COUNTRY TWO-THOUSAND AND EIGHT! The hardcore MVW fanbase begins a "M-V-Dub! M-V-Dub!" chant, while the majority of the fans -- just here to see an OWF show -- cheer moderately as they expected Missy to begin the night as usual. Geraldo lifts the microphone back up to his mouth and continues on. Geraldo - It is time for the first match of the night and it is an Escape Only Cage Match for the MVW LillyAss Championship! A mixed reaction comes from the crowd, with the MVW loyal applauding the mentioning of the belt as only a MVW championship. Geraldo - Making his way to the ring first, from Daytona Beach, California... The challenger, former MVW superstar and the man responsible for bringing the MVW LillyAss Title back to life in May of this year...Scott Kiiiiiiidd! "Time" by Pink Floyd hits the PA System and Scott Kidd walks out from behind the curtains. He gets a mild response from the crowd, with a deafening chant of "Dusty Fatal!" followed by a series of properly timed claps. Kidd tries to ignore the fans and makes his way to ringside and quickly hikes up the steel steps -- stepping through the door of the steel cage and into the ring. He slowly retreats into his corner and within a few moments of him leaning his back up against the turnbuckle, his music fades out. Mancow - Wow, he looks in much better shape. King - He was always a good wrestler, I just hope to see if he has matured with age. Mancow - We'll find out for sure now. He's taking time out of Gang Wars for this match. King - Well, he is already bloodied. Geraldo - And his opponent, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...He is the current MVW LillyAss Champion, give it up for "The Son of a Bitch"...Trent Steeeeel! PA System - Now you're messing with a son of a bitch. With a wide smile upon his face, Trent Steel walks through the curtains glances at the ring while his music blares loudly. The fans boo him with all that they have in their lungs. He takes slow steps as he walks down the ramp and approaches the ring. Trent keeps the anticipating at an all time high as he plays mindgames with his opponent by taking so long to get the ring. Steel walks up the steps and enters through the cage door, and enters the ring -- immediately looking across the ring at Kidd as the door is locked behind him. Geraldo sits back down into his seat at the time keepers table. Mancow - So, the door is locked. And we're about to get started. Who ya got, King? King - I hate Steel. He needs weapons to survive and you know how I feel about that. I say DK gets the win. Mancow - He's Scott Kidd now, first off. And secondly, Steel has redefined "hardcore" during his career. He's going to make DK into mincemeat. King - Scott Kidd is what he's going by these days. Mancow - Crap. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Steel and Kidd begin circling each other inside of the cage before they lunge and meet in the center of the ring in a tie up. Trent gains the advantage, tossing Kidd backwards into the side of the cage. Scott seems slightly phased by his impact against the cage and he immediately runs at Steel, taking him to the mat with a double leg takedown. He begins throwing forearms down towards the face of Steel, but Trent is able to get his arms up and deflect just about all of the strikes Kidd throws down at him. When Scott begins to slow, Steel rolls him over and begins to rain down constant right fists to his exposed face before Kidd can manage a defense. He finally wraps his forearms around his face and Trent stands up off of him, and pulls him up by his hair. He pushes Scott backwards into the turnbuckle, where he remains hung up. As Steel steps in, he comes across the jawbone of Kidd with a high angle right elbow that stuns him. Trent then bends down, lifting Kidd at the waist and sitting him on the top turnbuckle. Mancow - Steel is just in firm control so far. King - I think this is a message for Jesse in ten days. Mancow - No doubt about it. Steel slowly begins climbing up the corner when Kidd throws a closed right fist up to his stomach which stops Steel's progress. Kidd then leaps over Steel executing a sunset flip -- but Steel reverse somersaults out of it right into a croutched position waiting for Kidd to arise. Once he does, he is met with a stiff kick to the back of his thigh which sends him down to one knee. While kneeling, Trent walks up and nails a short knee to the chin of Kidd, sending him down to the mat to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Trent doesn't even acknowledge them as he just presses on, reaching down and lifting Kidd up by his arm. King - Well, the point is proven already. Mancow - He could exit if he wanted to. King - I guess he doesn't want to. Steel pushes Kidd back first up against the nearest set of ropes and grabs him at the wrist on his right arm with Trent's left hand. He pulls Kidd off the ropes and irish whips him across the ring. Scott bounces off the ropes, connecting with the cage again which slows his return speed to a stumble. This forces Trent to step forward and dive at the legs of Kidd, who awkwardly hops over them and runs to the other side of the ring once he lands. He stops short of the ropes, and turns back towards Steel. Mancow - He's learned from that. He charges back at Trent, looking to leap frog him -- but Steel pushes Kidd upwards as he leaps over Trent's head. It back fires as it propels Scott Kidd up onto the side of the cage with half of his body over the top. The fans roar as Scott begins to climb over, and immediately Steel heads to that side of the cage to begin to climb as well. King - Fatal error by Steel has got him scrambling now. Trent is able to scale the cage quickly as both men swing their bodies over the top of the cage at the same time. They both straddle the top, fifteen feet in the air as they face each other. Scott throws the first punch, connecting with a closed fist across Steel's face which stuns him. This allows Kidd another right hand which find's it's mark again. Mancow - I think Scott can get out! Out of nowhere, Steel thrusts his head forward and nails Kidd across his already bloody forehead. He falls limp and slides off the top of the cage and crashes to the concrete floor fifteen plus feet below. King - My god! My god! Mancow - He may be seriously hurt. Geraldo - The winner of this match by Escaping the Cage...Scott Kiiiiidd! Therefore, the loser and STILL MVW LillyAss Champion... Trent Steel! Mancow - Trent loves that belt. King - Poor DK. All he wanted to do was bring Steel down to the mat with some wrestling and it just wasn't in the cards. Mancow - It's Scott Kidd, and I told you already. Steel has redefined "hard"-- King - Hardcore, yeah I heard you the first time. EMT's rush out to check on Scott Kidd as Steel climbs over the top of the cage and exits on his own will. He retreives the MVW LillyAss Title and begins heading around ringside towards the steel ramp. As he reaches it, a dozen ring technicians stream down the ramp and past Trent on their way to the ring. They immediately go to work on the steel cage, pulling pins out of the corners where each panel meets -- and disassembling the structure from around the ring. Mancow - The match just ended, and we're already getting ready to move along. King - Well the next match scheduled to take place out here is the Capture The Flag Match. It's going to take some time to set up another whole ring. Mancow - That is true. A few dozen more technicians comes out and begin to move the fans backwards as the materials needed to set up a second ring begun getting rolled down the ramp. King - I'm getting word we're heading back to Gang Wars until the rings are set up. Mancow - Alright! Let's see who else is bloodied!
We cut backstage where we see twelve men still in the parking lot. It is divided in half, with members of the blue team and red team facing each other and trading blows back and forth. Meanwhile the lone member of the yellow team, Jesse Williams, is holding his own and has still remained without a scratch upon him. From the right side of the screen, Scott Kidd limps back into the fray -- immediately setting his eyes upon JC as he chop blocks him from behind. JC stumbles forward, but doesn't drop to his knees -- instead he swings himself around and establishes eye contact with Kidd before charging off directly at him. Scott is able to duck at the last second to avoid the clothesline from JC -- but Ray Lopes, who is standing right behind Scott with his back to him, is clobbered across the back of his neck with the clotheslining forearm from JC. This turns Skotty Surph towards the fray, glancing at Filthy Rich who is rummaging around through a dumpster. Mancow - Snack time. Rich pulls out a baseball bat which he uses on Drake Munday who pulls himself off of a bloody Jason Chase -- looking to spear Rich into the dumpster. He cracks the bat flat across the spine of Munday, dropping him to the concrete before he shifts his eyes back to JC -- who is still laying the boots to the fallen Ray Lopes. Rich bursts off into a full charge, with the baseball bat grasped with both hands and reared back behind his ear. JC spins around and looks at Rich, having absolutely no time to react -- but out of nowhere, Skotty Surph steps in from behind and grabs a hold of the swinging bat with both hands. He holds it at the top as Filthy Rich spins around and yanks with all his might on the end of the bat. King - Tug of War over the weapon. Who ya got? Mancow - I got... Skotty pulls the top of the back towards him before letting go completely. With Rich's own momentum of pulling the bat backwards, he drives it directly into his mouth. Mancow - ..Surph! King - Safe bet. Mancow - What do I win? King - A ... script to read! Mancow - Pft, you know I won't use it. Skotty grabs a hold of the bat from Rich, fling it back and executing a short-armed swing of the bat -- bringing it across Rich's face. As he hits the concrete, a referee walks over to see blood pouring from Filthy Rich's forehead. Referee - Filthy Rich has been bloodied! Surph glances at JC who nods at him, then points behind him -- but it is too late as Surph spins around, right into a sharp impact across his forehead with a cookie sheet. Greg Jackson is seen as the man who attacks Surph, holding the dented cookie sheet in both hands while looking down at Skotty as he falls to his knees. Greg rears the sheet back, but it is pulled from his hands by JC -- allowing Skotty to bring a low blow up into the crotch of Jackson. King - Revenge is sweet. Mancow - Not as sweet as Skotty's cereal last week. King - Oh you got a bowl too? Mancow - Mhm. Greg's a great guy. King - I agree. JC drops the cookie sheet down and shifts his attention towards Jesse Williams who is waiting for him. The two men lock up, when suddenly Jared Wave joins into the mix. He begins laying sharp kicks across the back of Jesse, weakening him enough for JC to easily execute a overhead release belly to belly suplex -- throwing Jesse back first into the windsheild of a small compact car that is parked nearby. Wave hops onto the car, extending his legs out and nailing a leg drop across the throat of Williams onto the hood of the car. Jared pulls himself down to the concrete, pulling Jesse down to the ground as he rolls down the front of the car -- clipping the bumper with his head on the way down. Mancow - What an unlikely duo. King - Wave and JC are opponents at Cold Black Day, but they are teammates now. As Wave approaches Jesse, Drake Munday comes up from behind and locks Wave in a full nelson. He lifts him up into the air and throws him down to the concrete with a full nelson slam. Munday then looks at JC, and both men reach down to pick up Jesse. King - Specter's crew is now working as a unit. As Williams stands he fires a right hand at Munday that stuns him for a second, following by a back left elbow that catches JC across the bridge of his nose and sends him doubling over. Jesse turns back around, looking at Drake Munday who is throwing a wide right arm at him -- but Jesse is able to duck the clothesline attempt and take a few steps away from Munday. He spins around as Munday turns back towards Williams, who leaps into the air and drives both of his boots into the chest of Munday with a dropkick that sends both men down to the concrete. Jesse hops right back up -- stumbling around into a sharp knee from JC. Mancow - He managed to hold off Munday... JC grabs Jesse by the back of his head and slams his face right into the passengers side window the same car he was suplexed onto earlier. The glass cracks, but Jesse's head doesn't bleed. King - How is Jesse not a bloody mess ye-- JC thrusts Williams' head forward again, completely shattering the glass window and sending shards deep into the forehead of Williams. Blood begins pouring from his face as he falls to the ground, so bad that a referee six feet away yells it out loud. Referee - Jesse Williams has been busted open. The Yellow team is eliminated and Round Two has begun! King - He lasted longer than I thought.
Mancow - But now he has to wait for the end of Gang Wars so he can face Mr. P. King - And that is a wait I do not envy. Mancow - At least we are sure of the two teams entering round two. King - Those being the teams made up of six men each. The Blue and The Red. Mancow - Twelve man free for all with Last Man Standing Rules? I'm psyched. EMT's tend to Williams as the remaining twelve men, all from the Blue and Red teams. Without hesitation, the slew of competitors begin confronting each other. JC and Drake Munday turn to Jared Wave who is just pulling himself up, when Munday whips a toe kick into his diaphramn that sends him back down to all fours. JC immediately lifts Wave up, but he is attacked from behind by Skotty Surph who has left Greg Jackson on the ground. Surph nails JC with a forearm strike across his shoulder blades, breaking his hold of Wave where Skotty then soccer kicks JC across the inside of his left knee. Jared turns to Munday but he's caught with a short jab from Drake, followed up quickly by a european uppercut that sends Wave down to the concrete. King - Hang Ten has met up and looks to take care of some business. Mancow - I'm more interested in Scott Kidd and Jason Chase over there. The cameras almost instantly pull in across the garage, where Jason Chase and Scott Kidd stand circling each other with a steel chair in each of their hands. King - Of course, put some steel chairs in their hands and you care. Kidd swings his chair first, but Chase sidesteps -- and in retaliation he brings his chair down across the back of Kidd. This only stuns Scott as he walks forward, spinning around and driving the edge of the chair into Jason's stomach as he approaches from behind. Once he doubles over, Scott rears his chair back -- only to have Chase bring the edge of his chair into the abdomen of Kidd, stopping his chair shot before he swings it. Both men remain doubled over, trying to regain the wind that was knocked from their bodies. The two men stumble around, with their backs to each other while still firmly grasping their steel chairs. At exactly the same instance, Kidd and Chase spin around and swing their chairs violently at one another -- cracking one another with a dual-chairshot that sends both bloodied men down to the concrete floor. Mancow - Well, that doesn't resolve anything. The referee walks over and glances down at both men, lifting both of his hands up to count for them. 1...2...3...4...5...6... Kidd and Chase haven't moved from the spot their fell upon. King - Six already? And still no movement. Mancow - Both men are out cold. 7...8...9...10! Referee - Jason Chase and Scott Kidd have been eliminated! King - And from twelve down to ten! Mancow - Just because two men don't know how to use a chair. The feed cuts across the garage, focusing on Ray Lopes and Silence who are working over Filthy Rich on the concrete floor. Both men, working together, begin laying kicks from all different angles down at Rich, with him being unable to defend himself. Silence pulls back Ray, and reaches down to lift up Filthy Rich. He drags him up to his feet only to send him right back down with a wide right hook. Lopes reaches down grabbing Filthy Rich and lifting him up to his feet and into a front face lock. Silence looks on, when he is tackled down to the concrete floot by Greg Jackson with a double leg takedown. Greg gets on top of Silence and begins to fire away with a fury of continuous right hands, while right next to them Lopes hooks Rich up for a suplex. He lifts him straight up into the air, but Filthy Rich floats over and lands on his feet behind Ray. As Rich lands on his feet, Silence pushes Greg up and off of him right behind him. Before Rich can mount an offensive on Ray, Lopes nails a spinning back fist on Rich that staggers him backwards into Greg Jackson. King - Collision! Silence pulls himself up to his feet as Filthy Rich stumbles right into his clutches -- executing a side belly to belly suplex right onto the concrete floor. Meanwhile, Jackson and Lopes stare at each other with Ray looking to back off, but out of nowhere Greg takes him down to the ground with a short armed clothesline. Jackson reaches down, picking up the stunned Lopes and pushing him back first into a concrete pillar. After Greg crushes Lopes against the pillar, he bends down and begins driving his right shoulder over and over into Ray's midsection until he falls down to the floor. Mancow - Lopes seemed ready to give Greg a break, but Jackson isn't helping anyone but himself. King - That is how you have tobe in these types of matches. Silence immediately reaches down, lifting Filthy Rich up by his hair and tucking his head between his legs. He wraps his arms around his waist and tugs Rich up into the air -- holding him in a powerbomb position. Rich tries to fight it off by flinging his right hand downward into Silence's face, but this only speeds up Silence's progress as he drives Filthy Rich right onto his neck with a devastating powerbomb. King - Bye bye Filthy Rich. Mancow - Maybe for good after that. King - Yeah, he doesn't seem to be moving much. Guaranteed elimination, possible paralysis. The referee walks over and looks down at Rich, beginning the count. 1...2...3...4... Silence backs off, seeing Filthy Rich doesn't have much left in him. 5...6...7...8...9...10! Referee - Filthy Rich has been eliminated! King - They are dropping like flies now. Mancow - They've been fighting all night, it was bound to catch up with them. King - And we didn't even get to see a lot of the brawl. Near Silence, we see JC finally get the upper hand over Skotty Surph as he pushes him down to the concrete floor. As Surph charges back, he is met with a lifting knee that catches him directly across his cheek. JC looks down at his victim, when he is blindsided by Angel of Death who comes at JC with intent to hurt. Every strike finds its mark as JC is backed up into the corner by AOD. Once there, AOD rears his right hand back and throws a haymaker at the head of JC -- who is able to pull himself out of the corner. King - That...was so close. As AOD is facing the corner, JC pulls himself up to a standing position behind him. Angel of Death is spun around by JC, who lifts AOD up into a standing firemans carry -- the then quickly brings him around and drops him with a sitout spinebuster right in the middle of the ring. King - Solitare Unraveling on Angel of Death! Mancow - Jesus, this guy has untapped strength. King - He tossed AOD around like he was nothing. The referee walks over, holding his hands up while fixating his eyes on the lifeless face of Angel of Death. 1...2...3... JC pulls himself up off the mat, looking down at AOD's motionless body. 4...5...6...7... JC holds his arms up, glancing down out the crowd while the referee continues with the count. 8...9...10! Referee - Angel of Death has been eliminated! Mancow - And the big, bloodied man is finally gone. King - JC seemed to be the only one physically capable of doing it. Greg Jackson now turns his attention towards Akira Kanemura who is resting on the hood of a car. Akira is lucky to hop over Greg, but as he lands he is caught in a reverse waist lock. With ease, Jackson german suplexes Akira onto the hood of the Lincoln Towncar -- allowing him to remain prone on his back on the hood. Jackson turns around to the referee, motioning him to count but the referee says Akira isn't on the ground. Greg looks to pull Akira off of the car, but he is attacked from behind with a furious Ray Lopes. King - Here comes Lopes to get some revenge. The two men are face to face, exchanging blows like warriors. Greg nails a solid right fist across the left cheek of Lopes, only to receive a left jab to this throat in return from Lopes. Jackson coughs a bit, allowing Ray a second strike -- this time an uplifting knee into the stomach of Greg. This sends Jackson back to a standing up straight position, allowing Lopes to clothesline him down to the concrete. Ray looks down at Jackson who holds his bloody head before turning around towards the Towncar. As he does, he sees Akira leap off towards him, looking for a cross body block. Mancow - Duck Ray! Lopes grabs a hold of Akira, hooking him up for a Cradle DDT. Lopes executes the cradle DDT on Akira, using his own momentum to knock him unconscious. Akira lays motionless on the cold concrete as a referee runs over and begins to count with Kanemura laid out. Mancow - The DLE on the concrete. King - Akira isn't going anywhere. 1...2...3...4...5... Ray turns around, meeting up with Silence once again and exchanging a glance. 6...7...8...9...10! Referee - Akira Kanemura has been eliminated!
Mancow - And we're down to seven already. King - Trimmed the fat very quickly there. The camera cuts in onto EJ Slayer, who seems to move with a purpose through the hallway, Frankie Diamond in tow. The pair walk past Prez CJ's office, and stop when the door opens. Slayer quickly gets into a guarded stance when none other than The Ice Man steps out of the office. EJ Slayer - What the hell are you doing here? The Ice Man - Getting my match. EJ Slayer - Match? The Ice Man - You and me, Cold Black Day. Better bring your "A" game. With that, Ice Man walks away, leaving Slayer with a pissed off look on his face. EJ Slayer - Son of a... The feed cuts back to the announcers booth. Mancow - Slayer versus Ice Man at Cold Black Day! King - That's two NLW matches, this interfederation stuff is getting huge. The cameras fade back into the arena as the technicians are finished with their modifications to the ring. The double rings are set up for the Capture The Flag match, with the ring barricades on the three sides of the rings pushed back over thirty feet to accomodate the sheer size. Mancow - Looks like we're going to start Capture The Flag without any resolution from Gang Wars. King - Hell, we just barely got into Round Two! Mancow - I know, I kno--
Just then, as if on cue, Jared Wave is tossed over the ring barricade by JC -- who is then dumped over by Skotty Surph. King - Well, here they are now! Wave quickly moves into one of the rings, allowing JC to get up on the outside -- before Wave slingshots him over the top rope and down at JC. He nails a cross body block across his shoulder, sending both men down to the outside as Surph pulls himself over the ring barricade. Right behind him is Greg Jackson, following by Silence and Ray Lopes who are walking side by side. Limping over the barricade last is Drake Munday. All seven men are on the outside of the ring, and fights begin breaking out again. Greg tackles Surph into the ring apron, back first, then unleashes a knife edge chop across Skotty's chest. Skotty grabs a hold of Greg and puts him back first against the ring apron -- nailing a chop of his own across Greg's pectorals. While Skotty nails a chop on Greg, Munday has lifting Wave off of JC and irish whips him back first into a set of ring steps in the nearest corner. Instead of allowing Wave to lay in pain, Munday follows it up as he grabs Wave by his hair and tosses him up onto the apron -- choosing to roll him into the ring. Mancow - First in ring action, I bet you're orgasming. King - Not yet. Munday slides under the bottom ropes, immediately pulling Wave up to his feet. He irish whips him into the opposite set of ropes, where Wave turns and bounces off back first. As he returns, he baseball slides between Drake's legs and pulls himself right up to his feet. King - Nice counter. As Jared stands, Drake grabs a hold of Wave's head, looking for an RKO -- but Wave pushes him off, staggering Munday backwards into the ropes. As this happens, Skotty pulls himself free from Jackson and tosses Wave a chair from ringside. He catches it in time to crack Munday across his forehead, sending him directly to the mat like a sack of potatos. Mancow - Now THAT'S a chair shot. King - Damnit, now it's going to be impossible to understand him. The referee walks in and immediately begins to count for Munday. 1...2...3... Drake rolls over onto his side as Jared backs off and keeps his hands on the chair. 4...5...6...7...8... Drake gets himself up to all fours. King - He has run out of time. 9...10! Geraldo - Drake Munday has been eliminated! King - Poor guy. Mancow - That's what happens when you're on the wrong side of a great chair shot. King - Yeah, we heard you the first time. Ray and Silence both slide into opposite sides of the same ring Wave is in, as Drake rolls out of the ring and heads to the back. They both approach Wave, who is still holding the chair, from opposite directlions, when Jackson slides himself back into the ring -- clubbing Ray Lopes across the back of his head, leaving Silence to deal with Wave. He starts off by laying a toe kick into his pelvis, doubling him over as he drops the chair -- then clubbing down with a right forearm that shocks Wave. Silence then brings his right knee up into Wave's face sending him down to the mat. He wastes no time as Silence reaches down, lifting Wave up to his feet and pushing him up against the nearest set of ropes. He irish whips Jared across the ring, and when he returns Silence drops Wave with a shoulder block. Silence then jumps into a step towards the set of ropes that adjoins the two rings. He bounces back, and Wave rolls over while he dives at Silence's feet. He is able to skip over Jared and Silence continues running -- but Wave is in full sprint right behind him and as he turns around he is caught with a leg lariat that sends Silence over the top rope and to the floor. King - What a kick from Wave! He still has life in him! During the exchange between Wave and Silence, Ray Lopes and Greg Jackson were embroiled in a fist fight in one of the corners. At this point, Greg has taken control -- and has Lopes dazed, in a seated position in the corner. He lifts Ray up, pushing him towards the center of the ring to stand on his own as Wave recooperates on the ropes watching Jackson and Lopes. Ray stumbles around while Greg heads towards the corner, ascending with a few steps and crouching upon the top rope looking at Lopes. Mancow - We may see the BlackJack! Wave pushes himself off the ropes, looking to attack Ray from behind while Greg is perched up top. Wave grabs Ray from behind as Jackson leaps off, flipping in the air towards both men. Ray comes to his senses and drops to the mat -- out of the clutches of Wave. Greg heads directly for Wave, grabbing his head and nailing the top rope flipping neck breaker on him. King - It was meant for Lopes but Wave got The BlackJack instead! Jackson rolls himself up to his feet at the same time as Lopes, and both men share a glare as the referee counts for Wave. 1...2...3...4... Mancow - That move was perfectly executed. King - And Wave didn't see it coming. 5...6...7... Wave remains motionless on the mat as the ref continues on. 8...9...10! Geraldo - Jared Wave has been eliminated! King - Five left. How much do these guys have in their tanks?! Mancow - You can't imagine much. JC finally pulls himself into the ring, looking fully recovered -- and he is followed in by Skotty Surph. He goes after JC, but he is caught with a back elbow as JC anticipates the attack. Surph stumbles back up against the ropes, propelling himself back at JC who throws up his right leg looking for a big boot. It catches Surph directly in the jaw, sending him flat to his back like a rag doll. Meanwhile, Jackson and Lopes are breathing heavily but still watching each other intently. Silence remains on the outside, holding his head while pulling himself up with the ring apron. King - All five men look to be getting into one of the rings at the same time. Mancow - This is a first. JC reaches down, lifting Skotty up to his feet -- only to have his grasp upon Surph's hair broken by Skotty who follows up with a front dropkick that stuns JC enough to send him down to one knee. Surph immediately approaches and drags JC up to his feet and immediately whips him across the ring towards the opposite set of ropes. JC bounces back off the ropes and swings his arm out for a clothesline, but Surph ducks -- dragging his hands along the mat and picking up the steel chair he threw to Wave before. He weilds it back and dents it over the top of JC's head, sending him down to his knees. Surph rears back again -- this time destroying the seat part of the chair and knocking JC out cold. Mancow - Hang Ten knows how to throw some chairs. The referee moves in and begins to count as Skotty back off. 1...2...3...4...5... JC tries pushing himself up, but he collapses back to the mat. King - I think Skotty may have taken out JC! 6...7...8... JC tries once more, but only gets up to all fours. 9...10! King - Damnit JC, I had faith. Geraldo - JC has been eliminated! Mancow - Only four men left! Silence retreats through the crowd, with Surph in hot pursuit after eliminating JC. Ray rolls out of the ring, following Lopes and Greg begins to roll himself out as well. They eventually disappear out of sight and the fans give a loud roar in appreciation for the four remaining competitors.
Mancow - This is getting more interesting as the seconds pass. King - It's too bad these guys can't stay in one place so we can watch it all. Mancow - It's the final four, now you have to make a pick. King - I say Skotty Surph gets it. Mancow - I'm going with Jackson. He seems too nuts for his own good. The scene cuts backstage, where El Plaga are in their locker room, preparing for the Capture the Flag match. The camera pans to reveal that NLW owner Jack Sullivan is with them. The crowd boos loudly once this is revealed. Jack Sullivan - So are you two ready for tomorrow night? Porta Prince - Damn right. Vernon Somoza - They won't know what hit them. Jack Sullivan - Excellent. Jack stands up from his seat, a huge smile on his face. Jack Sullivan - Unlike some owners we all know, I reward loyalty. That's why at Cold Black Day, it will be El Plaga taking on Fusion for the NLW Tag Team championships. I'm predicting big things here boys... The two members of El Plaga exchange grins as Jack realizes the camera and quickly slams the locker room door before more can be overheard. The feed cuts back to the announcers booth. Mancow - NLW Tag Title Match at the Pay Per View? That's incredible! The feed then switches to ring side to show the set up for the Capture The Flag Match, which includes two rings adjacent to one another, completed with the ring technicians nowhere to be found. A lone referee walks down the ramp and enters the ring by sliding under the bottom rope. Beside the announcers table, Geraldo is seen pulling himself up from his seat with a microphone in hand and heading to one of the sets of steel ring steps set up in the four corners of the two connected rings. He skips up the stairs, walking onto the ring apron, and parting the middle and top ropes so he can step through into the ring. He walks to the center of the ring nearest the ring announcers as the cheers frm the crowd begin to grow. King - Now we get to see one of my favorite MVW matches -- Capture The Flag. Mancow - Between six men who are all very hungry for gold. King - What about X-Terminator? He's looking to be a Triple Champion, that no talent hack. Mancow - Don't talk about my boy X-T like that! Geraldo stands tall and lifts the microphone up to his lips as his eyes look out over the crowd. Geraldo - It is time for the next match of the evening, and it is the Capture The Flag Match! The fans explode into a chorus of cheers and furious applause. Geraldo - Six men will be entered into the match, representing six different nations. A flag will be propped up in each of the six turnbuckles of the two ring setup I am standing in right now. Whichever flag is the last remaining nation -- the member of the match that represents that nation will win the match and receive a shot at the OWF I Heart Moxie Championship at Cold Black Day on October 26th. Once a flag is removed, that superstar is eliminated from the match. The fans quiet down, anticipating the announcements of the participants. Geraldo - Making his way to the ring first, representing the nation of Nicaragua...Vernon Somoza! PA System – Reggaeton Latino Bailen, yales The Lights turn Blue and White and they begin to flash with the bass of the Song. The Crowd begins to yell and Boo as Somoza walks out with Tan Fatigues on a Military Generals coat and a Military green hat on. He has on Sunglasses smoking a large Cigar and carries the Nicaraguan Flag on a pole and waves it towards the crowd. He walks towards the ring blowing smoke at fans and mocking them as the music blares. He steps up the steel steps and enters the ring, handing the flag to the referee who slides it into the proper base at the top of one of the turnbuckles. Somoza backs into that corner as his music fades out. Geraldo - Out next, representing Haiti...Porta Prince! Red and blue pyro fall over the stage with "Welcome To Jamrock" playing. PA System - Out In The Streets. THEY CALL IT MURDAAAA! Pyro stops and Porta Prince, waving the Haitian flag, appears as if he was behind it the whole time. Smoke flies out of his nose as he goes towards the ring with nothing but a spotlight on him. As he rolls into the ring, he gets up drapes himself over the ropes with a hand raise as red & blue pyro goes off behind him. He hands the referee his flag, which is put on the turnbuckle adjacent to Somoza's corner. King - I have to say, I do respect that El Plaga is not a team that resorts to hardcore tactics just to win. Mancow - But it cost them in the PDA Championship Contender Series. King - I doubt that really mattered to them. They got a NLW Tag Title shot at the Pay Per View, just for showing their loyalty to Sullivan -- so they've probably given up on CJ. Geraldo - Out to the ring next, representing Steel Nation...Trent Steel! PA System - Now you're messing with a son of a bitch. With a wide smile upon his face, Trent Steel walks through the curtains with a solid black flag as he glances at the ring while his music blares loudly. The fans boo him with all that they have in their lungs. He takes slow steps as he walks down the ramp and approaches the ring. Trent keeps the anticipating at an all time high as he plays mindgames with his opponents by taking so long to get the ring. Steel slides under the bottom rope of the nearest ring. He hand the referee his flag and it is place upon another turnbuckle. Mancow - We have two tag teams in this match, should be very interesting to see how they manage to team up. King - I know El Plaga will utilize each others strengths. But I bet X-T and Steel will fall apart. Mancow - No way. The Cult of Steel is stronger than ever. Geraldo - Coming to the ring, hailing from Germany...Harker! The opening chords of 'Bloodline' by Slayer slams onto the PA, and the darkness rains down over everything. The entrance way covers with smoke, and visibility slowly reduces to zero; and red sparks drizzle from above. On the downbeat of the explosive first verse, Harker bursts into view and stands in the shower of falling frizzles with the German flag slung over his shoulder. He glares into the ring, half his face hidden in the secretive shadows that dance up and down his hulking body. As he starts to slowly make his way down the ramp, the entire arena plunges into a cold plume of dark blue and red inky blackness. Harker seemingly glides up the steps and into the ring as the song cruises through the chorus and second verse. During the bridge, Harker gets into the ring and rises to the top of the corner turnbuckle. As the correans back down to the chords of how it started, Harker slowly removes his hat to reveal the reddest eyes. His pupils are hidden; just the hope had been. His face is solemn as he hops down and reveals no emotion as he gazes across the ring at his opponents. He hands the flag to the referee who walks to the fourth corner of the ring and places the flag in one of the corners. King - Here's my pick. Mancow - This could be Harker's crowning moment. Geraldo - Out next to the ring, representing the nation of Canada...He is the current OWF PDA and Tears Tag Team Champion... X-Terminator!! PA System - Everything's been said before Marilyn Manson`s “This is the New Shit” begins to blare across the P.A system throughout the arena. The lights dim to smokey blue colour. A much darker blue spotlight hits the entrance as mist begins to spew from the tron above. Suddenly, pyro`s begin to flair from the tron as the sparks fly continuously. Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch Boo`s fill the arena before the entrance is even made. Slowly, X-Terminator enters through the curtains into a sea of boos, waiving the Canadian flag proudly. X-Terminator stands at the top of the ramp in his ring attire, with a smug yet sadistic look on his face. He firmly takes his first step down the ramp. He slowly continues to make his way through the hatred of the fans. Many hand gestures and verbal attacks can be seen from various X-T haters. X-Terminator finally reaches the bottom of the ramp and is free of the torture from the fans. The blue lights slowly fade and the main lights begin to form. Are you motherfuckers ready for the new
shit? X-Terminator looks over his shoulder to his left. He smirks at the fans shouting behind him before doing the same over his right shoulder. He then slides quickly under the bottom rope and into the center of the ring. He stands up in the middle of the ring and cockily poses for all the fans. They erupt in hatred, but it seems as though X-Terminator enjoys getting on their nerves. He walks towards the ropes and stretches, awaiting for the match to begin. The referee then takes his Canadian flag from him and proceeds to put it in the corner of the far ring. Mancow - And there is my pick! King - We all have the right to be wrong. Geraldo - And finally, representing the United States of America...Valtiel! The lights of the arena go black. The sound of a classical piano begins to play a slow, dark piece. Ice blue lights begin to slowly light the stage as demonic growling and roaring fades in and out. As time passes, fog begins to creep from entrance and down the rampway. Suddenly, "Godhead's Lament" by Opeth begins to envelope the arena. Marauder! Then Valtiel walks through the fog, with the American flag slung over his shoulder. He stands still on the stage. His eyes scope out the cheering fans; a smile forms on his face as he begins walking down the ramp. I hide the scars from my past He stares straight ahead as he nears the ring. Then, he stops before it, inhales the fog, then continues. Sly smile, poisoned glare smile Adoring what has never been Valtiel grabs the top rope and hoists himself into the ring with one leap. He walks the center, raises a open hand and sparks begin to rain around the ring. He then lowers his head. His dreadlocks cover his face. He stands motionless. Searching my way to perplexion Though I could not leave this place Valtiel leans back and exhales a large cloud of smoke above the ring. He begins walking about the ring until everything becomes normal. The referee takes his flag and props it up in the last remaining corner in the far side of the second ring. Geraldo then exits the ring, heading back to his seat at ringside. Mancow - Let's get this started! Once he is clear, the referee calls for the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The rings each have three men in them at this point, with Somoza, Prince and Harker in the right ring while Steel, X-T and Valtiel in the left.
Mancow - That first ring almost had another member in Somoza! King - And then it would be a fourth added to the laid out mess in that ring. Steel, X-T and Valtiel are all down after that exchange. Mancow - It's all about timing. King - It's really about who can defend themselves the best. Harker and Valtiel seem to be fending off El Plaga and The Cult of Steel, respectively. Mancow - For now.
Geraldo - The Haitian Flag has been removed, therefore Porta Prince has been eliminated! Mancow - Down to five. King - Harker seems like a man on a mission tonight. Mancow - And El Plaga is no longer able to work together. King - The Cult of Steel seem to be having hardly any problems working together minus that one mess up.
Geraldo - The flag of Nicaragua has been removed, eliminating Vernon Somoza from the match! King - No matter his alliegence or his wrestling style, it couldn't help Somoza last. Mancow - Both members of El Plaga are now gone. King - And we're down to only four men remaining, with Valtiel looking to make it three. Mancow - Come on Trent! King - He has no shot!
King - It went from the Pittsburgh Nightmare -- to The Gallows Fall from Valtiel! Mancow - Damnit! No! King - And Harker is hooking up Memoriam on X-Terminator! Mancow - This is terrible. King - We could see both members of The Cult of Steel making an exit back to back.
King - Relax, 'Cow, at least he's still LillyAss Champion. Mancow - Shut up, King. X-T's my pick and he's playing the smart game. Geraldo - The flag of Steen Nation has been taken down, taking Trent Steel out of the match! King - And then there were three. With both of our picks remaining. Mancow - I hope X-T can pull this off without Trent as back up. King - Maybe he'll go bust out some weapons. That'd be great, right? Mancow - Sure would! King - I was being sarcastic!
King - Now the remaining three are all in the second ring. Mancow - Damnit X-Terminator, why do you have to make enemies with everyone? King - Harker, Valtiel and X-Terminator. Should be a great finish to this match! X-Terminator turns around and is caught by a right uppercut from Valtiel, that sends him flat to his back. He rolls back up to his feet only to be decked by Harker, who has joined in on the beating, as he throws a sharp left elbow that connects with X-Terminator's face. Valtiel reaches down, lifting X-Terminator up to his feet and motions for Harker to join him -- as both men push him back first up against the ring ropes and irish whip him across the ring. King - Now some team work by the two big guys. Mancow - El Plaga and Cult of Steel didn't work well as a team, maybe Valtiel and Harker can. Once they release X-Terminator, Harker turns to Valtiel and knocks him to the mat with a right hook. X-Terminator continues running from the irish whip, bouncing off the ropes and returning to see only Harker waiting for him. As he reaches Harker, the big man bends over but X-Terminator front flips over him and grabs a hold of his thighs -- looking for a sunset flip. Harker isn't in any threat to be rolled back, so he throws his right fist down at the head of X-Terminator -- which lays on the mat between Harkers feet. X-T dodges the short jab and the impact of Harker's fist moving at full strength and hitting the canvas, stuns him for a second. He stands right back up, with X-T still trying to pull him down -- but it seems to be no use. Then, out of nowhere, a crouching Valtiel springs up and clotheslines Harker across his chest -- which allows X-Terminator to roll him backwards with the sunset flip. As Harker hits the mat, X-T doesn't pin him. Instead, he stands up with a hold of Harker's right leg and drops a sharp elbow across it. Mancow - That's right, chop him down! Valtiel pulls himself up, choosing to lean himself up against the ropes to catch his breath while X-Terminator continues to work on the prone Harker. X-Terminator drops a second elbow across the knee of Harker, before hopping back up to his feet and beginning to drag Harker back up to his, as well. Harker is favoring his right leg heavily, which allows X-T to move him around as he pleases. He backs Harker into his own corner, with the Canadian flag waiving above it. X-Terminator steps back and fires a right hand across the cheek of Harker, then backs off to follow it up with a sharp punting kick into his rib area. From that point on after the kick, X-Terminator keeps the distance between he and Harker very short -- hitting short and even more stunning elbow and forearm strikes, swinging off from his right arm and left arm. Harker begins to sink the corner, which prompts X-Terminator to back off and look up at his flag. He raises his right hand and salutes it -- and almost immediately after, Harker reaches his right hand out and grabs X-Terminator around his throat. King - Harker hates showboating. Mancow - It was just a sense of national pride. And like you know anything about Harker. King - Sure I do. Big fan. Mancow - I'm glad I only see you twice a year. Harker backs X-Terminator across the entire length of the ring, forcing him back first into Harker's corner waiving the German flag. He keeps the chokehold on X-Terminator for a second, before pulling his right hand back -- only to fire it forward and nail X-Terminator right in his mouth with a closed fist. His lip splits open, and Harker seems to get motivated by the sight of X-T's blood. Without a moment passing after a trickle of blood rolls down X-T's chin, Harker swings a right back elbow across the left side of X-Terminator's head. He steps back, then nails a second consecutive back elbow across the left side of his face. Harker then switches it up, swinging his hip into the pelvis of X-Terminator as he drives the side of his leg into X-T's midsection. Harker steps back, then swings his right hip forward and connects with an impact sharp enough to send X-Terminator to a seated position in the corner. Harker looks up at his flag, and salutes it the same as X-Terminator does. Mancow - Now that's showboating! King - How? He did the same thing as X-Terminator! Mancow - He's mocking my pick. I call that showboating. Harker shoots a look over his left shoulder and glances at Valtiel, who holds up his hands and motions for him to finish off X-T. Harker reaches down to the mat, grabbing X-Terminator around his throat and pulling him back up to a standing position in the corner. Harker lifts X-Terminator up in the air from his neck, with only one hand. King - What strength! Somehow, X-Terminator brings a knee up and catches Harker across his chin -- and he drops X-T onto the top turnbuckle. He reaches behind him, plucking the German flag from his holder and swinging it down over the head of Harker -- breaking the wooden stick that is attached to the flag across his head. Mancow - Yes! Way to go! King - That was pure luck Geraldo - The flag of the nation of Germany has been removed, eliminating Harker! Mancow - Luck or not, we're down to two. Neither of them being your pick! King - Oh shut up already. Harker rolls out of the ring, holding his bleeding head as X-Terminator hops down from his seated position on the top rope -- landing on his feet while a fully recovered Valtiel begins to circle around the ring. X-T circles in the opposite direction with his eyes firmly locked on Valtiel. The two men head to the center of the ring and immediately meet in a collar and elbow tie up, which is dominated by Valtiel who pushes X-Terminator backwards into his own corner. X-T holds his head and walks back to the center of the ring, immediately tieing up with Valtiel once again -- which produces a bit longer of a standoff, but the same result as Valtiel thrusts him backwards but this time into a neutral corner. X-T shakes his head as the crowd begins to get riled up to see the two men duke it out. Again the two men move to circling each other once again, and for a third time meet up with a collar and elbow tie up. This time, as soon as they lock up, X-T brings a right knee up into the sternum of Valtiel to gain the advantage. He is able to do so, and he twists Valtiel's left arm around his back in a hammer lock. King - Talk about a rest move. Valtiel is able to quickly spin around behind X-Terminator, pulling his right arm around and locking him into a hammerlock. He wrenches on the elbow of X-Terminator, who tries throwing an elbow back which doesn't find it's mark. He reaches between his legs, trying to trip up Valtiel, but it is no use. Valtiel keeps tightening the lock, so X-Terminator does the last thing he knows. He mule kicks backwards, catching Valtiel between his legs and loosening his grip. X-T spins out of the hammer lock and firmly presses Valtiel backwards up against the nearest set of ropes -- which is the side that is attached to the first ring. X-Terminator rears his hand back, nailing a knife edge chop across the pectorals of Valtiel. X-T then makes eye contact with the United States flag, before whipping another chop across the chest of Valtiel. X-T then grabs a hold of Valtiel around his wrist and yanks him off the ropes. Mancow - This is what I like to see! Valtiel reverses the irish whip, throwing X-Terminator into a full sprint against the opposite set of ropes and away from the flag of the USA. X-Terminator bounces off the ropes back first and heads back, running at full speed, directly towards Valtiel. Valtiel extends his right arm out, looking for a clothesline -- but X-T telegraphs it and ducks under his swinging arm, keeping himself running. He heads towards the original set of ropes, from which he originally attempted to irish whip Valtiel, and turns to bounce back first off of them. He returns towards Valtiel, who waits in the center of the ring. As X-T approaches Valtiel bends over too soon, looking for a back body drop -- but X-Terminator is able to stop himself short. He steps forward, wrapping his arm around Valtiel's head and X-T locks him in a front face lock. King - He's looking for X-Terminated! Some how, Valtiel lifts X-Terminator up with a Northern Lights Suplex -- but spins him around into a standing firemans carry position. In a flash of a moment he spins X-Terminator around, nailing the second F-5 of the match in the middle of the second ring. Both men lay motionless as the fans are shaking the foundation of the arena. Mancow - No! No! Valtiel rolls over onto his side, slowly crawling towards X-Terminator's corner as X-T still lays motionless. Valtiel claws his way across the mat at a very slow pace before reaching the corner. He reaches up with both hands, grabbing the second rope and beginning to pull up the dead weight of his body. King - Now it's all about if Valtiel has enough strength to pull himself up and remove the Canadian Flag. Mancow - I hope not! Valtiel reaches his right arm up, hooking his elbow over the top rope as he extends his left hand towards the Canadian flag. He grabs the pole and removes it from it's stand before dropping the flag to the outside and collapsing down to the mat. King - He did it! He did it! Mancow - Crap! Crap! King - What an upset. Geraldo - The flag of Canada has been lowered, eliminating X-Terminator...Therefore the remaining nation, is the United States of America and it's representative, Valtiel, is the winner! Mancow - I admit, it was quite the victory. King - Valtiel just won the biggest match of his career. Mancow - Without a doubt. King - Now he gets to face the winner of the Main Event tonight, at Cold Black Day for the I Heart Moxie Championship. Without waiting, the ring technicians rush down to ringside and immediately begin to deconstruct the second ring. Valtiel begins moving up the ramp with his arms in the air. King - We just have a short break, and then we will be back with the Conclusion of Gang Wars!
The feed cuts back to an over view of the arena. We see the ring technicians are just about wrapping up the removal of the second ring, and all that is left to do is move the announcers table close to the ring, along with the ring barricades. King - We're back, and like we said...Gang Wars is about to wrap up. Mancow - Let's send it backstage so we can see who wins this sucker.
As the feed cuts backstage in the hallways of the Wembley Arena, we see Greg Jackson weilding a chair which he swings at Ray Lopes -- but connects with the head of Skotty Surph. Silence is standing back, watching the mayhem and leaving Lopes to defend himself for a bit. Greg turns around, and Ray nails a standing side kick into the chair -- sending it back into his face. Jackson falls to the mat, holding his bloody face while the referee comes over to check on him. Jackson rolls over, as Surph does the same right next to him. Ray turns around to Silence, who pulls himself off the wall and walks towards the side of Ray. King - They seem to have formed a nice alliance. Mancow - With only four guys left, any help you can get is needed. Jackson is first up and he runs at Silence, but Lopes catches him with a hard shin kick across his abdomen. Silence then nails a european uppercut on Jackson, sending him down to the mat and rolling towards the wall. Skotty Surph stands up and runs full speed at them. King - Skotty Don't! Surph runs right into a brick wall, as he crashes into both Lopes and Silence and falls down to his back. He spins up and flings a right hook at Silence, but he blocks it with his left forearm. Skotty tries a left jab, but Lopes dodges it by ducking his head. Suddenly they stop playing the defensive role and both Silence and Lopes grab Skotty by the back of his head and they drive him face first into the concrete wall to the right of them. They then do the same to him on the left wall, then back to the right -- before allowing a bloody Skotty to collapse to the ground, unconscious. King - You think they went too far? Mancow - You never can when it comes to winning a match. The referee moves in and looks at Surph, beginning his count. 1...2...3...4... Skotty rolls over onto his stomach, trying desperately to get back up. King - He still has some fight in him. 5...6...7...8... Mancow - I don't think he has enough, though. Surph collapses back down to the ground. King - You were right. 9...10! Referee - Skotty Surph has been eliminated! Mancow - Three left, only two more eliminations! Silence and Lopes look at Greg Jackson, who is running at them with a steel chair -- thi time he throws it at them, connecting with the head of Silence. Ray runs at Jackson, who flings a superkick up that connects with Lopes' jaw and sends him down to the concrete. Jackson walks over to Silence and punting him while he is on the ground, before turning back towards Lopes. Ray is just beginning to roll himself over when hs is met with a hard left hook from a standing Greg Jackson. Jackson then grabs Ray by the sides of his head and drags him up to his feet, locking him in a side headlock -- wrenching on his neck. Lopes can't wiggle free, so he slams Jackson up against the wall back first. Greg doesn't release his grip, which prompts Ray to step forward and crush Jackson up against the concrete wall a second time. The impact of the second strike forces Greg to let go of Ray's head. King - Ray is a crafty veteran. Silence pushes himself back up, walking over towards Lopes and Jackson -- as Ray rolls around behind Greg and hooks his arms behind his back. Silence rears back, bringing a right fist into Greg's stomach that prompts a deep hacking cough. Ray pulls Greg up straight, looking for Silence to hit another strike -- but Greg brings both of his feet up and drives them into the stomach of Silence. He falls to both knees as Jackson spins out of being hooked by Lopes and DDT's him directly onto the steel chair left in the ring from earlier. Mancow - Oh no, not Ray too? The referee walks over and looks down at Lopes and begins his count. King - Seems so. 1...2...3... Ray pushes himself up to all fours, his eyes focused on the mat below. 4...5...6...7... Ray gets up to one knee, placing his hands upon the wall and yanking himself upwards. He walks back at Jackson -- who is now wielding the chair and decimates Ray across his forehead, sending him right back down. Mancow - Holy fuck! The same referee looks down at Lopes and begins to count once more. 1...2...3...4... King - There is no need for a count. 5...6...7...8...9...10! Referee - Ray Lopes has been eliminated! Mancow - The final two! King - The fans are going nuts. The fans roar in the arena as they watch Greg and Silence facing off as the last two in the hallway. They tie up and begin pushing themselves out of the hallway and into a much larger corridor.
1...2...3... Greg releases his hold on the table and sinks back down to the concrete floor. Meanwhile, Silence still holds on remaining on both knees. Mancow - It's just a race now. 4...5...6...7... Greg grabs a hold of Silence's leg, preventing him from pulling himself up. King - Smart move by Greg! 8...9... Silence yanks his foot free and pushes himself up to his feet. Mancow - SILENCE! ...10!
The feed cuts back to the arena where the fans are going nuts. Geraldo - The winner of the Gang Wars Match...And receiving a shot at any singles title he chooses...Siiiiiilence! Mancow - What a long series of events. King - So much happened in such an extended period of time. Mancow - This was a match about individuals stepping out. King - We saw a lot of guts, probably the most from Silence. Mancow - Don't count out Jesse, he was fighting as his own partner the whole time. King - And speaking of that, just around the corner we have the RETURN OF ZACK PERRY TO WRESTLING! Mancow - Yes! This night just keeps getting better. The final bits of the second ring are gone from sight as the camera pans towards ringside, and Geraldo pulls himself up from his seat at rthe time keepers table. He only stands there and immediately begins to speak. Geraldo - The following match is an Unsanctioned Match, set for a time limit of Ten Minutes. There is no winner, or loser and the match will only end when the ten minutes is up. The first competitor, the man responsible for all of this. Former President of Meaningless Violence Wrestling, along with the Outsider Wrestling Federation ... ZACK PERRRRRY! Zack walks out with no music, no pyro or change of the lights. He has a very stern look on his face while the fans give him a very loud applause. Zack walks around the ring, heading to the steel rint steps and ascending them quickly. Mancow - This guy is here for one reason only, ten minutes with Jesse. King - And it's the first singles match between the two. He steps through the ropes and walks to his corner, immediately looking at the entrance way. Geraldo - And his opponent, he is the Current OWF World Heavyweight Champion, resident homewrecker ... JESSE WILLLLIAMS! Jesse, too, walks out with no music or theatrics. He is severely limped and his head is stitched up from earlier gashes. The fans give him a mixed reaction, but Jesse keeps his sorrowful eyes locked on the ring. King - I hope Mr. P isn't coming out of retirement only to get reinjured. Williams pulls himself onto the ring apron and rolls into the ring. As he pulls himself up he winces, and a bell is rung to signify the beginning of the ten minutes. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Jesse looks at Zack and he slowly approaches him. He holds out his arms and Zack steps forward, cracking Williams with a sharp fist that opens up his stitching. Williams looks at Perry, and holds out his arms again -- and again Perry nails another fist to the head, as the blood begins to stream down Jesse's head. Zack swings around behind Jesse and grabs him by the back of his head, running him at the corner and tossing him through the middle and top rope. Jesse's right shoulder connects with the ring post, and he remains laying on top of the second turnbuckle. King - Zack is going to cherish this. Perry pulls Jesse out of the corner and lets him fall to the mat. Williams holds his shoulder and Zack just stares at Jesse, waiting for him to stand. He finally begins to roll over onto his left side -- pushing himself up to one knee. He propels himself up to his feet, bending over a bit to gain his balance. Mancow - Jesse is up again. As soon as he stands, Zack nails a lifting knee into the face of Williams, standing him up and grabbing a hold of him by his hair. He runs him towards the ropes and dumps him over the top. Jesse crashes to the floor with a thud, and Zack joins him on the outside. He slowly approaches Williams, grabbing him by the hair and slamming his face directly into the steel ring steps. Williams remains hunkered over the steps while Perry approaches one of the camera men and grabs his wire and uses the cord to choke Jesse on the outside. Williams tries pulling the cord from his neck, but is unable to until Perry releases it. He pushes Williams under the bottom rope, rolling him back into the ring where he slowly begins pushing himself up. Perry pulls himself up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, preparing for Jesse to strike -- but he doesn't. He just stares at Zack, which gives Zack time to nail a right forearm to Jesse's jaw. Jesse does nothing. Mancow - I guess he is just taking the punishmen. King - It's almost over. Perry pushes Williams, trying to get him to fight back but Jesse doesn't. He mouthes the words "I'm Sorry", to which Perry replies with a left jab to Williams' mouth. Williams stands infront of Zack once again, but he doesn't strike. Perry rears back and nails an elbow to the jaw, knocking Williams flat to his back. Almost immediatey Zack Perry reaches down and grabs a hook of Jesse's right leg and turns him over into a Boston Crab. Mancow - Perry-lizer on Williams! King - And he doesn't have to let go for another three minutes. Mancow - Well technically..he never has to let it go. Williams is in the middle of the ring as blood beings spouting out of his head. He yells in pain, holding onto his hair with his bloody face pressed up against the mat. Stains of his blood litter the mat as Perry wrenches his leg further back. Jesse knows rope breaks and tapping does nothing for him, so he just tries to bear the pain. Zack keeps wrenching back further and further as he sits on the shoulder blades of Jesse. Williams is completely immobilized at this point and has lost a lot of blood upon the mat. He has stopped yelling, but his movements have become scarce. King - Jesse's going to pass out soon. Zack wrenches back just a little further, when sends a wave of pain to Jesse's back. He springs back into consciousness and seems to be able to hold out for the last bit of the match. Zack then switches it up once more, grabbing Jesse higher on his leg and wrenching back -- which puts a new type of pain on Jesse's back. Puddles of blood stain the mat from where his head has been and his head collapses down into a puddle. Mancow - Is that it? King - I can't tell. Williams finally passes out with twenty seconds left on the clock. The referee slides into and ring and tries pulling Perry off of him, but Zack points to the remaining time and shoves the ref back out of the ring. He wrenches Jesse's leg back even further, as blood now stains the entire center of the ring. Mancow - Okay, come on now. Zack sees time expires and he lets go of Jesse's leg. King - Jesse is in bad shape. EMT's rush down the ramp as Zack looks down at Jesse, who lays motionless on the mat. They immediately tend to Williams, rolling him out of the ring and onto a stretcher at ringside. They strap him in and begin to dab the blood from his face. They cart him off down the side of the ramp while Perry exits the ring and slowly walks up the ramp, heading towards the entrance way. He is covered in Jesse's blood but he doesn't wipe it off. He just disappears behind the curtain. The feed cuts to the announcers booth. Mancow - Well, we got to see Mr. P in action. King - And maybe the retirement of Jesse Williams. Mancow - Revenge is a dish best served cold. King - I don't think Jesse deserved to be screwed over all night just to get beat down like that. Mancow - He could have fought back! King - Yeah, but apparently there is more to him than anybody thought. From the side of the announcers booth, Geraldo stands up with a microphone in the palm of his right hand. Mancow - We'll continue this later...Now it's time the match I have been waiting for! He quickly scales up the steel ring steps and hops onto the apron -- before slipping through the middle and top ropes, pulling himself into the ring. He heads straight to the center of the ring, which is stained in the blood of Jesse Williams -- which Geraldo just steps over even though a lot of it remains in puddles. He looks out to the crowd and lifts the microphone to his mouth. Geraldo - Ladies and Gentlemen...It is time for the Main Event of the Evening! A really loud "M-V-Dub! M-V-Dub!" chant breaks out, dwarfing the chants from earlier in the night. King - Think we won over some new MVW fans in England? Mancow - Without a doubt, my friend. Geraldo - It is scheduled for a one fall, with no time limit and it is for the OWF I Heart Moxie Championship! Again, another loud onset of applause breaks out from the crowd -- causing Geraldo to cut his sentence short. He immediately continues as soon as the fans die down just a bit in the volume department. Geraldo - Coming to the ring first, the challenger...From Las Vegas, Nevada..."The Venician Vandal"...Specccter! PA System - You can dance! You can dance! Having the time of your life...Ooooooh! ABBA's immortal and sexuality questioning hit "Dancing Queen" sweeps the arena, as the crowd looks to the curtain with a mixture of confusion and laughter. A pair of pink spotlights find the Venetian Vandal as he emerges from the curtain with a wooden picture frame tucked under one arm, rolling his eyes in disgust at the theme of Vacant's choosing. While Specter attempts to focus on the ring, the taunts from fans and the general "gayness" of the song prompt side glances from the I Heart Moxie Champion Hopeful. As he gets to the ring steps, he tosses his sunglasses into crowd, ducking a second later as they are tossed right back with more impressive force. As he enters the ring, he goes to his corner, taking a moment to set the picture frame up under the bottom turnbuckle. From behind the glass, a photo of Moxie Roxie smiles at the ring, as Specter makes a two handed gesture towards it while the music cuts. Geraldo - And his opponent, hailing from Brantford, Ontario, Canada...He is the current OWF I Heart Moxie Champion...Here is Vaaacant! Heavy piano chords slam out over the PA as "Bastard" by Ben Folds somberly ques in for the crowd. The curtains ripple as Vacant slips through, tugging down on the blaze orange ski mask covering his face, and begins the long stride down the ramp in the midst of a strong applause. He scans the crowd briefly as he walks, before tearing his attention back to the ring and forcing himself to focus, climbing up the ring steps and taking a seat on the top turnbuckle bolt, elbows on his knees, waiting for the bell to sound and truly seal his fate. King - Ring the bell already! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Specter and Vacant begin the match by circling each other, taking in the mutal applause from the crowd for both men. They inch closer together as they keep their circular motion. Eventually they stop and both extend their arms looking for a collar and elbow tie up, but Vacant fakes out Specter and ducks under his arms. He runs against the ropes only two feet behind Specter, bounces off and comes running back at Specter who still hasn't turned around. Vacant grabs a hold of him around his neck and sits out, nailing a diving bulldog to Specter. Vacant stands up, and the fans cheer loudly for the champion -- but he ignores them and proceeds towards Specter. He lifts him up to his feet, where Specter breaks off the grasp Vacant has upon him and nails a sharp shin kick to Vacant's inner right thigh. This stuns him long enough for Specter to wind up and deck Vacant with a wide clothesline, nearly knocking him out of his mask. Mancow - I have a feeling the first few minutes will be exactly what we see from these two. King - What do you mean? Mancow - Back and forth, and then out of nowhere there will be a winner. Specter takes his time getting up to his feet, while Vacant seems to be in a rush. He stumbles a bit as a rush of blood comes to his head after the clothesline and Specter swings around behind him -- locking Vacant in a reverse waist lock. Vacant is unable to break Specter's grasp at first, but he somehow prys Specter's hands apart and swings around behind him. He locks Specter into a reverse waist lock himself, lifting him a foot into the air in an attempt for a German Suplex. Specter is able to hook his legs around the thighs of Vacant, preventing the move -- and while in midair, Specter grabs Vacant around the neck with his right arm and looks to fall foward and execute a bulldog on Vacant in return for the one from earlier. Instead, Vacant keeps his hold on Specters waist and forces him to land on his feet while holding Vacant in a side headlock at this point. He wrenches his neck, trying to get Vacant to break his hold around his waist. In a feat of strength, Vacant lifts Specter up and attempts a Back Drop Suplex -- but Specter is able to flip over the back of Vacant, and land on his feet to counter the move. He crouches behind Vacant, reaching up between his legs and rolling him backwards -- pinning his shoulders to the mat with a school boy roll up. The referee drops in and makes the count...1...2...Vacant kicks out and pulls himself right up to his feet. King - Quick pinfall almost gave us a new champ. Mancow - And a lot of unhappy fans. Specter pulls himself up as well, but he steps right into a open palm thrust to the throat. The strike chokes Specter up for a moment and allows Vacant to push Specter backwards towards the ropes, looking for the Vacancy. He dumps Specter over the top ropes, and turns his back -- not noticing Specter hooking the top rope with his elbows and rolling himself from outside of the ring, over the top rope, back into the ring. Vacant turns around to see Specter throwing a sharp forearm strike at his head, which he is able to duck by a fraction of an inch. Vacant side steps Specter, whipping kicks across his ribs one after the other. Eventually Specter places his hands on the chest of Vacant and pushes him across the ring, but he runs right back at him. He crashes into Specter and drives him back into the turnbuckle -- then leaps up and presses his feet to the abdomen of Specter. Vacant rolls back and executes a monkey flip on Specter, sending him flipping back first to the mat. Wasting no time, Vacant charges to the ropes and leaps up to the middle rope and springboards off of it -- moonsaulting back towards Specter. King - What a moonsault fro-- As he comes down, Specter lifts up his knees and catches Vacant across his chest. Mancow - Smooth move, King. Vacant rolls to his back, clutching his torso in a lot of pain as Specter easily pulls himself up to his feet. He looks down at Vacant and picks him up, locking the champion into a front face lock. Specter tosses Vacant's arm over his head and nails a snap suplex as he brings Vacant over onto his back. Right out of the suplex, Specter floats over and covers Vacant which prompts the referee drop down to make the count...1...2...Vacant kicks out, and immediately rolls up to his feet. Specter follows in suit and the two men find themselves nose to nose in the middle of the ring. King - Uh oh. Mancow - A staredown? Now? King - I know, it really is hardly the time. For the first time in the match, Specter and Vacant lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up, with Specter gaining an advantage and dropping Vacant to his knees. He is quick to stand up, and realize Specter is too strong, so Vacant twirls around behind Specter. He grabs him around the waist and somersaults backwards, looking to pin Specter but he is able to roll through it and push himself up to a crouched position while Vacant is left pushing himself up to his feet. As he stands, he is met by a charging Specter who lifts his left knee sideways into the stomach of Vacant, flipping him over onto his back. Vacant sits up, holding his stomach which prompts Specter to kneel behind him and lock in a reverse chin lock. Vacant holds his arms in the air, pulling them from his abdomen, and trying to pull himself up to his feet. He rolls over onto one knee, where Specter switches the hold to a side headlock. Vacant is able to bring a sharp right elbow into the stomach of Specter, which breaks the hold. In a lapse of judgment, Vacant pushes Specter off of the ropes -- only to have him return and take him down with a sharp shoulder block. He extends his right arm out and drops an elbow drop across the chest of Vacant, hooking his leg and looking for the pinfall as the referee slides into place...1...2...kickout by Vacant! Mancow - If Specter is anything, he is persistant. King - He seems to want to get the hell out of dodge. Mancow - I can't blame him. Specter rolls Vacant over, sitting across the small of his back and locking him in a camel clutch -- while directly his face towards the picture of Moxie Roxie in the corner. Vacant tries closing his eyes, but he can't help but look as Specter wrenches across his face. Mancow - Poor kid is forced to look at his love all match. Vacant begins to push himself up, freeing his arms from Specters knees and pulling himself up still in a reverse chin lock. Vacant spins out of it and pushes Specter towards the nearest set of ropes. He turns his back and hooks his arms over the top rope, stopping his movement immediately. Vacant runs at him, which prompts Specter to bend down and back body drop him over the top rope. While flipping through the air, Vacant reaches down and grabs a hold of the top rope with both hands -- swinging himself down onto the ring apron. Vacant waits for Specter to turn around before he bends down, driving his shoulder through the middle and top rope and right into the midsection of Specter. He doubles over while Vacant grabs a hold of the top rope and stands up tall. He uses it to slingshot himself into a somersault over the top rope, into the ring, and grabbing a hold of Specter's legs at his thighs. Specter falls back as Vacant executes the sunset flip -- but Specter rolls out of the pinning situation and pushes himself up to his feet while Vacant is seated only a few feet away. He runs at him, swinging his leg back and cracking a kick across the chest of Vacant with Specter's shin. The shot sends him flat to the mat, holding his ribs, and Specter doesn't allow any recovery time as he reaches down to grab Vacant. He holds him by his arms and begins lifting him up to his feet, but Vacant breaks the grasp. He chops Specter across the chest which stuns Specter for a moment. King - I sense that this match is far from over. Specter brings a closed fist to the jaw of Vacant, which sends his head slinging back but doesn't knock him down. Vacant takes a step back to collect himself, only to step forward and bring the top of his head directly into the sternum of Specter. The blunt strike allows Vacant a second strike, which he lays onto the thigh of Specter with a sharp shin kick. Specter returns fire after the kick, stepping forward and catching Vacant with a european uppercut that sends him backpeddling across the ring. He nearly falls to the mat, but he catches himself on the ropes and stands back up to his feet. Now the two competitors are across the ring from each other, and the fans explode into cheers. Mancow - Who's going to make the first move? King - I don't know. Neither man wants to make that one fatal mistake to lose the match. Both men run back at each other, with Vacant holding his right arm out, and Specter holding his right arm out as well. The two men collide, clothlesining each other flat to their backs. The fans cheer loudly as both men remain on their backs, caught off guard by the strike they just endured. The fans begin to become mixed in their favorite, as many chants are breaking out -- making for a noisy atmosphere. Vacant pushes himself up to a seated position, before rolling over onto one knee. Meanwhile, Specter slowly pulls himself up to his right hip and tugs himslf up to his feet. Vacant sees this, and yanks himself up to his unsteady feet as the two men stare at each other from across the ring. King - I wouldn't say they are evenly matches, but this match has been intense so far. Mancow - I wouldn't bet a penny on this match. Even now. Immediately, Vacant runs across the ring and nails a leaping cross body block across the chest of Specter, taking him down for only a moment before both men roll right up to their feet. Specter steps towards Vacant, who drops to the mat and executes a drop toe hold on Specter, bringing him down to the mat before running towards the ropes -- springboarding up to the middle rope and moonsaulting backwards. He nails it across the exposed back of Specter, who rolls over onto his side while putting his left hand across his spine. Vacant rushes back to Specter, dragging him up and pushing him back against the ropes. With an extension of his right arm, he attempts to whip Specter across the ring -- but Specter keeps a hold of Vacant's hand and reverses it, sending Vacant running in the opposite direction. Vacant bounces off the ropes and runs back at Specter, who holds up his hands as he points into the corner behind Vacant. He stops short and looks over his shoulder, seeing the picture of Moxie Roxie that Specter brought down. As Vacant spins his head around, Specter wrenches his arm into a chickenwing -- before dropping to his knees and nailing a jawbreaker on Vacant. He falls to the mat clutching his face, while Specter pulls himself up with ease. He turns around and sets his eyes on Vacant, bending over and grabbing him by his mask to lift him up to his feet. As he does so, he winds up a right hand and extends it forward -- but Vacant hooks it with his left elbow. He floats around behind the back of Specter, wrapping his legs around the front of his body and clasping his feet around his neck. Vacant spins forward and takes Specter down to his back with a flying headscissors reversal. King - Vacant seems to have an answer for everything Specter wants to do. Mancow - Maybe Specter actually did get hurt in Gang Wars? King - I seriously doubt it. Mancow - He has had so much time to prepare for this match. How is Vacant in better physical shape? Specter lays on his back while Vacant immediatelly rolls up to his feet. He approaches Specter -- who hooks the head of Vacant and rolls him over with a small package into a pin. The referee slides into place while Vacant kicks his legs violently -- he makes the count...1...2...kickout by Vacant. King - Specter is a master of trickery. Both men roll up to their feet with Vacant throwing the first strike with a wide right that is easily deflected by the left elbow of Specter. He returns fire with a toe kick towards Vacant, that he catches. He throws Specter's leg down and nails a sharp kick across his exposed ribs. Vacant backs Specter towards the ropes with a series of kicks, striking at Specter's shins and shoulders. Specter catches Vacant by the foot, positioned for the dragon screw, but Vacant flips over with the insiguri, knocking Specter to his knees. Vacant stands up, grabbing Specter by the hair to drag him back to his feet, when Specter throws a fist up between Vacant's legs for the low blow. Vacant leapfrogs over Specter, rolling over the top rope with a somersault and landing on the apron, snatching Specter's low blow arm by the wrist, much to Specter's amazement. Shouldering forward, Vacant flips Specter over the top rope, slamming him to the cement below with a hip toss. Mancow - Holy shit! Vacant is practically floating out there. King - Do you think he counts that as the Vacancy too? Vacant steps onto the middle rope, bouncing for a moment, then springboarding off, crashing down over Specter with the somersault axe-kick on the outside. Mancow - What the HELL! King - This kid is nuts. Mancow - Hanging around Jesse Williams will do that to you. Both men lay on the outside as the fans begin to splinter -- with a little over half rooting for the champion, and the remaining fans cheering for the challenger. Vacant, running on adrenaline is the first to begin his ascent back to his feet as he crawls on all fours towards the ring announcers table. He pushes Geraldo from his seat, and uses the steel chair to brace himself while hoisting himself back up to both feet. From there, he closes up the steel chair and returns towards Specter, who has gotten himself up to a kneeling position with his back towards the chair-wielding Vacant. Instead of allowing Specter to get up, Vacant swoops around him and brings the face of the steel chair down over the forehead of the kneeling Specter. King - SHIT! Did you hear that? Mancow - Sure did. And Specter will be hearing it as ringing bells for the rest of his life. Specter hits the concrete like a sack of potatos as a small, but deep, gash opens up across his left eyebrow. Blood begins to stream down the side of his face and pool under his head on the concrete. Vacant looks down at Specter, then inches towards the ring apron with the now-dented chair still in hand. He lifts himself up, immediately turning and facing Specter as he lays facing up towards the rafters. Vacant walks across the apron the the point above to where Specter is laying prone. He glances over his left shoulder, then places his left foot on the middle rope -- bringing the chair into his chest as he takes the step up. He moonsaults from the middle rope, towards the floor -- as Specter rolls himself out of the way at the very last second. Vacant's legs impact the concrete first, then the chair is driven back into his chest -- which actually braces his fall slightly onto the concrete. King - High risk, big reward. Mancow - And that was just a huge set back for Vacant. King - He's being proactive. You have to give him that. Both competitors lay on the outside, in differing positions. Specter is on his hands and knees while Vacant still lays face down upon the floor with the chair under him. Finally he places both of his hands on the floor and pushes himself up to one knee -- trying to regain a sense of his surrounding. His eyes become locked on Specter who has gotten himself up to both knees while blood trickles down his face, partially blinding him for only a few moments at a time. Vacant grabs a hold of the steel chair, sticking it directly into the mat and using it to propel himself up to his feet. Though unsteady, he pulls the chair back as he watches Specter begin to make movements back to his feet. Mancow - Yeah! Get him! Specter pulls himself up from his knees as Vacant swings the chair downward from over his head. Luckily for himself, Specter is able to get both of his hands up and wrap them around the outside of the chair -- absorbing the full impact of the chair shot into the palms of his hands. He winches slightly, but doesn't hesitate after the chair hits his palms as he wraps his fingers around the chair and yanks it from the grasp of Vacant. Mancow - Yes! Specter finally has a weapon. He looks down at the chair, tossing it to the side -- allowing Vacant time to leap into the air and take Specter down to his back with a flipping dropkick to the jaw. Vacant immediately gets up to his knees, but shifts his head to the left as a furious applause comes from only about fifteen feet from him. The fans, numbering at about twenty standing members, are standing in the crowd directly adjacent to where the two steel guard rails meet outside the ring. All twenty members are all wearing white t-shirts, and deem themselves as The Splatter Zone -- which is evident from the neon green homemade paper poster set up on the inside of ring barricade, facing the ring. Vacant nods at them from over his shoulder, as he pulls himself up from his kneeling position and looks down at Specter who has rolled towards the ring apron. From his side, Specter lifts his right arm up and grasps a hold of the ring skirt with a tightly clenched fist. He uses all the strength he has in both arms -- using the right to pull himself upwards, while using the left to push himself off the cold concrete. King - It's really hard for me to sit here and say that Vacant is in control of the match. Mancow - It's sad, but true. The MVW's Franchise is being shown up by a pimply faced teenager. King - I guess I can take solace in knowing its the son of Mr. P. Mancow - But Specter can't. He booked this match. King - True enough. Vacant speeds up the process, grabbing a hold of Specter's head and lifting him up -- only to drive his forehead straight down onto the ring apron on the outside. He follows it up by grabbing the right wrist of Specter, who is staggering on his feet after coming in contact with the apron. Vacant summons all his strength and irish whips Specter towards the Splatter Zone. Out of instinct, Specter turns and impacts back first onto the steel guard rail -- at the point of where the Splatter Zone poster is hung. As Specter hits it, a huge thud can be heard that sounds much different than any other guard rail has. Mancow - What the.. Specter crumples to the concrete floor and Vacant walks over to him, stepping over his body and ripping the poster down -- to expose an iron plate the exact size and shape of the poster, welded to the guard rail. King - That little bastard. He's so.. Mancow - Innovative! I love that idea, he's on my good side now. Vacant begins drawing a few boos from the crowd, but he can only hear the cheers from the Splatter Zone -- which is within ear shot of he and Specter on the outside. A motivated Vacant reaches down and pulls up the shaken Specter, and leaning him up against the guard rail with the iron plate welded onto the side. Vacant grabs a hold of Specters wrist again, attempting another irish whip -- this time towards the steel ring steps about twenty feet away. Specter reverses the whip but instead of releasing Vacant towards the steel steps, he pulls him in towards Specter who nails a short-arm clothesline on Vacant. Mancow - Is it just me, or is Specter not going all out on Vacant? King - I think you're right. Vacant has been going to any lengths, while Specter seems to have reserved himself. Mancow - It's no matter, because all it takes is one move to turn an entire match around. Vacant crashes to the concrete, holding his head and kicking his legs while Specter drops to a knee. He rests in that position, while Vacant rolls over onto his stomach and pulls his knees up to his chest. He rests both his shins on the concrete, while keeping a grasp around his head with both arms as his face is firmly dug into his forearms. Specter lifts himself up to his feet, turning towards Vacant and slowly walking towards him and grabbing a hold of him by the back of his head. He drags him towards the side of the ring and slides him under the bottom rope, and back into the ring. King - Finally! Mancow - Specter wants to get back in the ring? King - I know, it's very weird. Mancow - And people say HE brainwashed Mr. P. More like vice versa. Specter rests his head on the ring apron for a moment, trying to catch his breath -- while Vacant seizes his opportunity. He pushes throug the pain as he drags himself to his feet using the help of the top rope. Without hesitation, he slingshots himself over the top rope and down at Specter on the outside. Vacant comes crashing down awkwardly on Specter, not really hitting any defined aerial attack -- he just crashes onto the back of Specter's head, his back and his neck. King - What will he call that move? Mancow - Hopefully he calls it a cab to send it to anywhere except his move list. Although the move is not as intended, Vacant is able to hop right back up to his feet while Specter lays on his side on the concrete. Both men are on the outside once again as Vacant drags Specter up to his feet and places him back first up against one of the steel ring posts on the outside. Vacant then backs himself up as far as he can go up against the ring barricade -- before he climbs the ring barricade and stands perched a top it. Vacant leaps down at Specter, who rolls down to the floor as Vacant crashes face first into the steel ring post. Patches of blood begin to show up through his orange ski mask while he lays motionless on the outside. Specter pushes himself up to all fours, breathing heavily before he tries to pull himself back up to a standing position.
King - Vacant just got bloodied, bad, too. Mancow - It's the first time he has his an object that wasn't a part of Specters body or the ground. Specter sees Vacant on the concrete floor and he moves towards him, lifting both himself and Vacant up their respective standing positions -- and slides Vacant under the bottom rope. Specter rolls under as well, following Vacant into the ring and immediately covering him. The referee drops to his knees and proceeds to make the count. King - We may see a new champ! 1...2...kickout by Vacant! Instead of bargaining with the referee, Specter reaches both hands down and grasps the head of Vacant. He yanks him directly up to his feet and sticks his head under the left arm pit of Vacant, and wraps his arms around his waist. King - Neon Lights Suplex maybe? Specter looks to bring the knee up, but Vacant blocks it and thrusts a knee up himself. He tugs Specter's head down, looking for a DDT -- but he is stopped by a sharp right jab that finds a soft spot in his abdomen. This allows Specter to spin out of it, keeping a hold of Vacant's left arm and wrenching it behind his back in a chickenwing hold. Specter grapevines Vacants right leg with Specter's left leg. He hops with Vacant towards the nearest turnbuckle, before front leg sweeping him and he driving Vacant's face directly into the bottom turnbuckle. Mancow - My favorite move, ever, Prank Masturbation. King - My how the tide has turned. Specter pulls Vacant into the middle of the ring and hooks his right leg, looking for the pinfall as the referee slides into position. He makes the count...1...2...kickout by Vacant. This time, Specter stands up and disputes the count with the referee which allows Vacant time to pull himself up to a kneeling position. Vacant dives at the back of Specters legs, delivering a chop block at his knees which sends him down to the mat. Vacant propels himself up to his feet and drags Specter up along with him. Vacant hooks Specter into a front face lock, then tosses Specter's left arm over his head, setting him up for a suplex. Vacant tries to lift Specter, but he grapevines the leg of Vacant. He tries once more, but again his right leg is grapevined by Specter's left leg. Keeping the grapevine, Specter brings a right knee up into the ribcage of Vacant which forces him to release his grip of the suplex. Specter then grabs a hold of Vacant's limp right arm, which is across his neck, and locks it into chickenwing behind his back while keeping the grapevine of his right leg. King - Prank Masturbation again? Mancow - This will end it for sure. Vacant brings his left arm around, grabbing a hold of Specter by the back of the head -- he then sits out, dropping Specter's jaw across Vacant's right shoulder. Specter immediately drops to his right knee, with his left extended out, and he spits out a wad of blood upon the mat. Vacant pushes himself up, turning around towards Specter and sprints towards him. He leaps into the air, placing his left foot upon the knee cap of Specter, and bringing his right knee up into the face of Specter with a Shining Wizard. Specter clutches his face in pain, while Vacant pulls himself up to his feet with much ease. He stands over Specter who remains on his back, and just stands motionless. King - He could have a three count if he made the cover. Mancow - What's wrong with him? Is he broken? King - Maybe he's not done with him yet. Specter finally rolls over onto his right side after about a good ten second period of Vacant staring at him on his back. As he rolls, Vacant approaches and helps Specter up to his feet, only to bring a right elbow up across his jawbone. The strike has no effect as Specter fires at Vacant with a elbow strike that sends him down to the mat in an instant. Mancow - Now that's an elbow, kid. Specter reaches down and grabs a hold of Vacant around his left arm -- tugging him up to his feet. He leans him up against the ropes and grabs a hold of Vacant's right wrist, tossing him into a full sprint from an irish whip. Vacant heads running towards the opposite set of ropes, turning his body at the last second. He bounces, back-first, off of the ropes, returning towards Specter and baseball sliding through his legs. He pulls himself up directly behind Specter, who spins around to see Vacant mid-leap. He jumps into the air, extending his legs towards Specter for dropkick -- but this time, Specter steps back and allows Vacant to fall to the mat while Specter grabs his legs. With Vacant on his back, Specter hooks Vacant's feet under his armpits and drags him towards his corner. The picture of Moxie Roxie remains, as Specter rolls Vacant over and locks him into a high angle Boston Crab while digging his knee into the shoulder blades of Vacant. Habitually, Vacant lifts his head up to look for the nearest set of ring ropes but only sees a smiling Moxie Roxie looking him right into his eyes. This causes him to dig his forehead into the mat, to avoid looking at the picture, and desperately waiving his arms blindly looking for the ropes. King - Remember that one move that could change a match? Mancow - Yeah. King - I think it's The Gesture of Friendship that Specter has locked on Vacant. Mancow - Bold statement. After a few complete misses, Vacant's wrist falls upon the bottom rope -- prompting the referee to break the hold. Specter immediately drops Vacants legs and stands up to his feet. King - Then again, not if Specter isn't on his usual gameplan. Vacant uses the ropes to pull himself up as Specter gives the youngster the time to get back to his feet. Once Vacant gets up to his left foot, he realizes his legs are very weak. Instead of walking towards Specter, he motions for Specter to come to him. He obliges, and runs at Vacant -- who drops to the mat, forcing Specter to leap over him. This gives Specter little time to protect himself as he heads directly for the corner. All he can do is turn his body around and crash back-first into the turnbuckles. Upon the impact, Vacant pushes himself up to his feet and limps gingerly towards Specter -- nailing a sharp right hand across his cheek bone as Specter remains hung up over the top rope. Instead of continuing to strike him from the mat, Vacant climbs up the ropes and places his feet on either side of Specter on the middle rope. With his left hand he grabs a hold of Specter's hair, and with his right hand he balls up a tight fist and rears back. As Vacant punches down on Specter in the corner, the fans cheer with every punch... 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ... Vacant stops as the OWF Tron comes to life. He glances up to see a montage of video of the times of Team Moxie -- then switching to Quest For The Best where Zack Perry was kidnapped. He sees the video of Steel torturing his father, then we switch to a view of Moxie Roxie right after her attack. King - What the hell? Vacant is motionless as his eyes are fixated on the OWF Tron, while standing on the second rope. Specter reaches his arms under Vacant's thigh and walks him out into the center of the ring in a powerbomb position. Specter turns around, facing the corner he just walked out of. He endures the furious right hands from Vacant who tries anything to break Specter's momentum. He runs forward, powerbombing Vacant back-first into the top and middle turnbuckles in the corner. Upon impact, Vacant's head whips forward and he falls to a sitting position in the corner. Mancow - What impact! King - Specter has the experience and that is always key. Specter drags Vacant out into the middle of the ring and hooks his right leg -- as the referee drops down to his knees. King - Cover! He makes the count, along with the crowd...1...2...thr-- kickout! Mancow - Specter wins! King - No, Vacant kicked out! Mancow - You're a liar. King - I swear. Specter holds his head in shock as the fans clap, stomp and scream to show how incredibly pleased they are with the two competitors. Vacant rolls towards the side of the ring, grabbing a hold of the ropes and using them to begin to pull himself up very slowly. Specter shoots a glance at the referee, then turns his attention back to Vacant. He sees Vacant pulling himself up to his feet, and he sets off into a spring at his opponent. Vacant sees Specter coming, and yanks down the top rope -- propelling Specter from the ring down to the concrete the floor. The fans all cheer as Vacant uses those same ropes to pull himself up. He keeps a hold of them as he watches Specter stand up on the outside and turn to the ring with a look of rage in his eyes. Vacant looks to add to his offense as he slingshots himself over the top rope towards Specter -- but he is caught by his shoulders. Specter drives Vacant back first into the ring apron, before rolling him onto the ring apron on the outside. Specter pulls himself up as well, as he bends down and grabs Vacant by his mask. King - What does Specter have planned now? Mancow - Hopefully something cool and dirty, cause he's been clean and lame this whole match. He drags him up to his feet, but Vacant slaps the hands of Specter off of his mask and plants a toe kick right into his lower abdomen. Specter clutches his stomach and bends over a bit, allowing Vacant to step forward and bring a shin kick across the exposed chest of Specter. The strike stands him right up, holding his chest in pain as Vacant throws a short elbow strike at Specter. He ducks the attempt and grabs Vacant around his right shoulder and his neck, looking down at the concrete floor. Vacant brings the right elbow that was caught across the back of Specters head, releasing his grip -- then grabbing Specter into a front face lock, and looking behind him in preparation for a DDT. Specter fights back, bringing a right fist into the stomach of Vacant which doesn't do the trick of breaking the hold. He fires a second strike that not only forces Vacant to release the hold, but staggers him back. The fans cheer as the men square off on the apron, only about two feet away from each other. Mancow - Someone is going to get hurt, and I can't wait. King - I know you can't. But didn't Gang Wars do it for you? Mancow - Sorta. Both men begin to trade blows on the outside ring apron, with Specter nailing a sharp right hand across the brow of Vacant. Vacant fires back with a left jab to the chin of Specter, which dazes him but doesn't impede him throwing a sharp toe kick from his right foot into the stomach of Vacant. While Vacant tries to catch his breath, he sees Specter throwing a wide right hand -- allowing him to duck it. Specters own momentum of swinging his right hand turns his body up against the ropes, facing the ring. Out of nowhere, Vacant hooks Specter at his right elbow with Vacant's right elbow -- followed by grasping Specter at his right knee with Vacant's left hand. He dumps Specter over the top rope, crashing him down to the mat with The Vacancy. King - That was definitely The Vacancy! The fans roar as Vacant runs across the ring apron on the outside, and scales up to the top rope with ease. He glances down at Specter, who lays flat on his back only about eight feet away from the corner. Vacant holds up his hands. Mancow - Swanton! Do it Nick! Vacant shakes his head, dropping his hands and crouching down on the top rope. As he does this, Specter rolls himself up to his feet and rushes the corner -- clubbing Vacant across the back of the head. This crotches Vacant across the top rope, allowing Specter to pull himself up to a standing position on the top rope. Specter drags Vacant up with him, hooking him around his waist and clasping both of his hands behind Vacant's back. He tosses Vacant over his head, executing a top rope overhead belly to belly suplex. King - Oh no! OH NO! Vacant crashes down to the middle of the ring on his back -- even sliding long it for about a foot before his body is completely motionless. Specter lays right next to Vacant, with both superstars on their back and head-to-head with one another. There is not a single fan who isn't on their feet in the entire arena, as the strong chant of "M-V-Dub! M-V-Dub!" has completely turned into a dueling chant of "Lets go Vacant! Lets go Specter!" back and forth amongst the many sections of the sold out crowd. Specter is the first competitor to begin to move, pushing himself over to his right side and then collapsing onto his stomach. From there he rolls onto his left side and allows his body to fall back down onto his back. In rolling over, he is now only an arms-length away from the bottom rope -- which he is able to grasp with his left hand and use to drag himself towards it. He yanks himself up to a seated position with his back against the ring ropes, as he watches Vacant begin to return to his feet. He has only just rolled onto his left side and he flops onto his stomach -- choosing to crawl towards the ropes opposite from the ones Specter chose to roll to. He hooks the middle rope with his left elbow, under the watchful of eye of Specter from across the ring, using it to pull himself up to be able to grab the top rope. Mancow - Specter better be careful, the kid has a lot of fight in him. King - I think Specter knows better than almost anyone. Vacant wraps his fingers around the top rope and holds the entire weight of his body on the left elbow across the middle rope, and his anything-but firm grasp on the top rope. Once Specter sees this, he places both of his elbows across the middle rope and hoists himself up to one knee -- then removing his elbows from their resting position on the ropes. He places his palms onto the mat and uses the strength in his upper body to push himself up to his feet. His ascent isn't without haste, as he stumbles backwards but is able to catch himself across the ring ropes with both arms. Across the ring, Vacant has now hooked both of his arms at the shoulder over the top rope as his legs hang as if he dead weight. The two competitors glare at each other, and both force themselves off of the ropes onto their unsteady legs. They stagger towards each other, meeting in the middle of the ring where Specter greets Vacant with a left hook that sends him down to one knee. Vacant places his left hand over his mouth, and plants his right hand on the mat to push himself up. Once there he catches Specter off guard with a lifting knee strike to the diaphramn, which sends Specter down to knee as he gasps for air. Vacant hooks Specter's arm and takes him down to the mat with a hip toss, but Specter's momentum rolls him right back up to his feet. Both competitors step toward each other, and they collide with Vacant being taken down by a shoulder block. Mancow - These two have been going at it for so long now, how can they even get up so fast? While Vacant lays on the mat, he wraps his legs around the shins of Specter -- sending him face first down to the mat with a drop toe hold. Specter holds his chest, allowing Vacant to take his time getting up to his feet. He pushes himself up from his knees and looks down at Specter, who is already up to all fours and on his way back up to his feet. Specter has his back to Vacant as he pulls himself up to his feet -- which allows Vacant to leap into the air and execute a flipping dropkick to the back of Specter which sends him staggering chest first into the turnbuckle pads. The impact doesn't hurt him, it just angers him as Specter turns around and runs directly out of the corner with his crosshairs on Vacant. King - He's going to get Vacant. Mancow - I don't think the kid is even ready. Specter extends his right elbow forward, but he only hits air as Vacant leap frogs over Specter and lands on his feet behind him. Specter glances over his shoulder, seeing Vacant just turning around and Specter steps away from Vacant -- putting some distance between the two. Both men turn around and lock their focus back upon one another, with Specter making the first move. King - Specter won't be denied, he's going full speed no matter what. Mancow - Even if his full speed is running at about half of its capability. Specter runs at a very labored pace back at Vacant who leap frogs Specter again -- but this time, after Specter ducks under Vacant, he stops right in his tracks and turns around. Vacant lands on his feet -- only to have his arm chickenwinged once again. Specter grapevines Vacant's leg and in a flash drives his face forward down to the mat. Mancow - Second Prank Masturbation! King - Specter's going for the pin. Mancow - This place will RIOT! Specter rolls Vacant over onto his back, collapsing on top of him as the referee drops down to make the count...1...2...3! Mancow - Okay, I'm out of here. I came to announce a wrestling event, not World War 3. Geraldo - The winner of this match and ... NEEEEEW OWF I HEART MOXIE CHAMPION ... SPEEEEECTER! King - Okay, seriously now Mancow. Acknowlegde that Specter has accomplished a feat that many others have failed at attempting. Mancow - You're right. The OWF has a new Network..Err..I Heart Moxie Champion for the first time since April. King - And it was the Triple Crown then. Mancow - Incredible match. I can't say it enough. Great way to end the night. King - What a card though. The Main Event lived up to all of the hype. Vacant rolls out of the ring, taking his mask off and tossing it into The Splatter Zone. As he walks towards the ramp, EJ Slayer runs down the entire length of the ramp -- meeting him at the base of it. He walks along side of him, with a smile on his face looking right into Vacant's eyes. King - Where the hell are they going? Just then, Valtiel runs out from the back and charges at Vacant -- but he is caught by a roundhouse kick by a well rested EJ Slayer, which decks Valtiel down to the steel ramp. The two men, Slayer and Vacant proceed up the remainder of the ramp and disappear behind the curtains. Mancow - Seems like Slayer just saved Vacant's butt. King - What an incredible night. We got to see father and son wrestle tonight. Mancow - And a new champion was crowned. King - But folks, it is time for us to call it a night. Thank you for allowing us to bring you an MVW endorsed version of Power Hour. Mancow - It was a lot of fun. Hopefully we can get back around in the OWF in a few months. King - Until that time we do see each other, Goodnight! We love you all! Chants of "M-V-Dub! M-V-Dub!" break out while Specter slings the I Heart Moxie Championship over his shoulder and exits the ring. The feed cuts to the OWF logo, with the last shot being of a smirking Specter flipping off the camera with his blooding middle finger from Gang Wars. |
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