This match was pretty one-sided with Carnal really taking a beating from Floyd. Carnal made few offensive moves, and the ones that he did Floyd shook off. As Carnal was running towards Floyd, Tony caught him and hit a spine buster. With Carnal down Floyd went for the three-count. Somehow, on two, Carnal was able to kick out. An angry Floyd picked him up and started throwing rights and lefts at Carnal. Floyd finally picked Carnal up and his “Bomb from Hell” which was four powerbombs! On the fourth bomb, Floyd went for the pin again and this time got his 1…2…3…!

Post match: Floyd celebrated in the ring as refs and personnel came down to help Jake to the back. After he was gone, Floyd rolled out of the ring and made his way up the back before disappearing behind the curtain.

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A three on two tag match to continue the night. This is the first showing by new tag team Death Row against veterans and former Fox flunkies The Trinity. The Trinity starts off hard and fast isolating the smaller 187 as they go to work on him. Each time 187 thinks he can make the tag; another member of The Trinity comes in and pulls him away. This beat down continues to happen until 187 hits a missile dropkick on the charging Entropy. Both men go down and don’t move. The ref begins to count to ten. By count seven, Entropy and 187 start to crawl towards their respective corners. Entropy tags in Richter who starts charging 187, but at the last minute 187 makes the tag to Genocide! Genocide greets the charging Richter with a big boot to the face. He then hits a springboard clothesline on Syphon who got in the ring and then another on Entropy. Richter gets back up facing the ring corner and looks a little dazed. 187 takes this opportunity to hit a moonsault into a reverse DDT otherwise known as the “Sureshot”. Richter goes down but doesn’t stay there long. Genocide picks him up and applies his “25 to Life” a super brain buster. This time Richter stays down. He goes for the pin as 187 stops the oncoming Syphon and Entropy with a dropkick and a super kick respectively as Genocide pins Richter for the three-count.

Post match: 187 and Genocide celebrate their first win in the ring as the members of The Trinity help each other up the ramp. Shortly after, Death Row goes up the ramp before disappearing behind the curtain.

The camera crews come down and begin setting up for the televised portion of Night of Champions. George Long and Garret Reed make their way down to the announcer’s table as the first referee makes his way to the ring.

[We open up to the beginning of a video clip. It starts out with the PNW logo followed by “The Proving Grounds” it fades into presents then into Sunday Night Showdown Logo. By this time the lyrics kick in.]

#Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black. #

[Highlights start to roll. We flash to the footage of Lockhart driving Terror to the mat with a backdrop driver. Then a flash of Terror locked in the Lockhart Lock. We then flash to a shot of “Superstar” Tim Johnson taking Lockhart hard into the mat with the Judgment Slam. We flash to Scorn hitting the Drop on Wolf. Flash into Mike Sloan nailing Ryan Corey with the Scorned, then into him doing the same thing to Jeff Fox.]

#I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

[We see a shot of the Syndicate of Evil with PNW Owner Sean Awesome at the front and shots of the So-Cal Sinners winning the PNW Tag Team titles and Wrec Hannibal winning the PNW Oregon State title from Jason Lockhart. We finally see a shot of Eric Dane winning the PNW Oregon State title from Wrec Hannibal.]

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.#

[We see footage of Wolf putting away Rune Archer and Scorn with the pin over Jake Devins. We see Final Judgment winning the tag titles and Lockhart winning the PNW Oregon State Title. We then have a shot of Ulfric holding the title high into the air, as well as a shot of Lockhart celebrating with the title and the locker room gathered around him, celebrating as well. Then we see Sean Awesome strapping the PNW Heavyweight title around his waist as Lockhart is being handcuffed and escorted past him, before then finally to a portrait of Sean Awesome.]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
 

Long: Welcome to Sunday Night SHOWDOWN! Live from Portland, Oregon. I’m George Long and sitting next to me is the one and only, Garret Reed.

Reed: Thank you, thank you.

Long: The crowd here in the Rose Garden is HOT for the PNW tonight!

Reed: (singing) I’m HOT for teacher...

Long: Gawd NO, Garret! Don’t start! We have a lot of GREAT match-ups here tonight and no time to waste, so let’s get to it!

[Sean Awesome’s music hits in the arena and he steps out from behind the curtain, he stands in the entryway, VERY pleased with himself. He has a mic with him and he brings it to his mouth.]

Awesome: Is this thing on? Hello Portland! Welcome to Sean Awesome’s NIGHT...OF...CHAMPIONS! I am pleased to be serving up the best card in the history of the PNW tonight in front of you all, our home base of Portland, Oregon! All titles will be defended tonight, there may be a few surprises, but best of all...NO Jason Lockhart and even better than that, NO JEFF FOX!!! I hope you all enjoy the card and remember who brought this SUPER card to you...SEAN AWESOME!!! This card should show why we are ‘The Proving Grounds’ and why we are the flagship of the WWA! Prepare for tonight folks, prepare for the greatness of MY athletes, fighting for MY titles! Oh...and by the way, PORTLAND AND OREGON BOTH SUCK!!!

[Awesome smiles as he is booed mercilessly by the crowd, he bows to the crowd and then walks behind the curtain, sending the feed back to the announcer’s booth.]

Long: Well, we have heard from the boss tonight, who also opened up the card for all of us here in the arena...so, with nothing else more to say really, we will take it down to the ring for our first match of the night!

Announcer: Our first match of the evening is semi-final number one of the 4-man tournament for the PNW Double Crown title and it is for the PNW HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

[The arena goes dark and then Voices by Disturbed plays.]

[The opening plays with the arena still dark. Right when the opening hits the high spot the lights come on and at the top of the ramp is Mike Smith. The words begin to play as Mike walks to the ring. Mike has on a signature shirt of his own creation. It reads: “Mike Smith: The Next Great One”]

Wake up, are you alive

Will you listen to me

I'm gonna talk about some freaky sh*t now

Someone is gonna die

When you listen to me

Let the living die, Let the living die

Announcer: "On the way to the ring. Weighing in at 250 lbs; from Battle Creek, Michigan..."

What's up, I wonder why

Do you listen to me

I'm gonna make you do some freaky sh*t now

Insane, you're gonna die

When you listen to me

Let the living die, Let the living die

Announcer: "Mike Smith!"

[The song keeps playing and starts to fade as Mike gets in the ring. He gets in the ring and takes off his shirt and throws out of the ring and then he just waits for his opponent.]

Long: And there is our first competitor in this contest and we are waiting for number two here!

Reed: I hope Smith kicks Johnson’s as...

Long: (under his breath) Family show, family show...

Reed: As...as...asthmatic behind!

Long: Nice cover, but here comes Tim Johnson!

[“Fight” begins to play]

I

I know your every move,

I know your every word,

I know you well.

And I’ve got nothing left to prove,

You’re threats I find absurd,

I am your hell.

[Two canisters of pyro sparks goes off on each side of the entrance stage. A large mushroom cloud of smoke rises a little in front of the entrance. As the next part of the song plays, Tim walks through the cloud of smoke and walks to the ring.]

Every time you think that I’m done,

I’ll come back stronger.

Every time you think that you’ve got me,

I will fight you!

I will put in the ground!

I will fight ‘til there’s nothing left,

‘Til my legs are gone,

You won’t forget me.

Cause I will fight to my final breath,

Just to see you fall,

I’ll make you fear me.

Announcer: “From Jefferson, Ohio; weighing in at 237 pounds...”

Every time you think that I’m done,

I’ll come back stronger.

Every time you think that you’ve got me,

I will fight you!

I will put you in the ground!

Cause I will fight ‘til there’s nothing left,

‘Til my legs are gone, you won’t forget me.

Announcer: “Tim Johnson!”

Every time you think I’m done,

I’ll come back stronger.

Every time you think that you’ve got me,

I will fight you!

[Tim gets into the ring and walks around the ring flexing his muscles getting ready mentally for the match.]

Every time you that that I’m done,

I’ll come back stronger.

Every time you think that you’ve got me,

I will fight you!

Ding…Ding…Ding

[Johnson starts things off, with a little extracurricular activity... charging Smith with a steel chair, and labeling him across the forehead!]

Long: "We're off with a bang!"

Reed: "...that was more of a clunk..."

Long: "And we are on 'hardcore rules' for this match - so it's completely legal!"

[He sends the chair crashing down, yet again... this time across the small of Mike's back. Tim drops the chair, pulling Smith to his feet...and DDTing him onto the chair!]

Reed: "Johnson is on fire!"

[He raises the chair in the air, and SLAMS it down on to Smith's neck! Johnson slides down for the pin...]

[One...]

[Two...]

[Kickout!]

[Johnson seems frustrated, obviously hoping to get this one finished as soon as possible. He reaches for the chair again, as Smith quickly sweeps Johnson's feet from under him. Sliding outside, Mike takes a breather before reaching under the ring.]

Reed: "Johnson is climbing the turnbuckles... this one's gonna be bloody!"

[Smith emerges from underneath, with a two by four in hand... catching sight of the flying Johnson just in time. He rolls out of the way, leaving Tim with an awkward landing against the guardrail. Raising his two by four in the air... Mike slams it down hard, on the chest of his opponent.]

Long: "These guys are really going at it..."

[Smith lifts his opponent, dropping him down against the guardrail once again... before sliding him back under the ropes, and into the ring. After rolling in himself, Smith grabs hold of the weakened Johnson... slamming his knee into Tim's face.]

Reed: "That'll leave a mark..."

Long: "Nasty facebuster from Mike Smith..."

[He lifts Tim again, whipping him to the ropes... no...]

Reed: "Irish whip into a clothesline!"

Long: "Johnson is laid out...

Reed: "Smith with a pin!"

[One...]

[Two...]

[Kickout!]

[Not satisfied, Mike moves on to some submission wrestling... locking an Eastern Stretch onto Tim, who's in obvious pain... but not giving in. With a bit of effort, he makes it to the ropes, breaking the hold... but netting himself an Oklahoma slam in return for his efforts. Smith slides back out to grab his 2x4, as Tim attempts to recover in the ring.]

Reed: "That two by four has 'bad' written all over it..."

[Sliding back under, Johnson is nearly to his feet when Smith charges... but Johnson catches him off guard - slamming full force into Smith, spearing him to the ground... and following up with a flurry of punches.]

Reed: "He's caught his second wind!"

Long: "I think he'll need more than two to live through this match..."

[Tim grabs the fallen two by four, slamming it down across the back of his opponent... before laying it down beside him. He lifts the dazed Smith, and slams him down onto the 2x4 with an Evenflow DDT!]

Reed: "That's got to be it!"

Long: "Mike's busted open!"

Reed: "Johnson with the pin!"

[One...]

[Two...]

[Three!]

[No! Kickout, just in time. Clearly agitated, Johnson slides to the outside, to find his chair. Smith doesn't stir inside the ring, as Tim slides his weapon inside... and digging a bit under the ring - pulling out a table.]

[He slides the table in, and sets it up... as Mike Smith begins to stir behind him. Turning around to meet his opponent, he sets in with a series of left hand punches; over and over again, sending Mike reeling into the corner. Tim grabs him, lifting him up... and carrying him towards the table...]

Reed: "BIG JOHNSON!"

Long: "Through the table!"

[After a few hazy moments, Johnson leans over for the pin...]

[One...]

[Two...]

[Kickout!]

Reed: Tim doesn’t look to happy about that!

Long: He’s grabbing Smith!

[Tim hooks Mike in a Sharpshooter, but instead of the Sharpshooter, he stands to the side and applies down pressure on the legs and the ankles]

Long: It’s Tim’s Final Dreams

[The ref watches the two men carefully to see if Smith taps out]

Reed: Mike can’t take much more of this!

Long: Even the ropes won’t help him here in a hardcore match; he’ll just have to try to hang on!

Reed: But his body just can’t take too much more!

[Mike Smith can’t take the pressure anymore.]

Reed: He’s tapping! Mike Smith is tapping to the Final Dreams!

Long: That’s it, the referee is calling for the bell!

Ding…Ding…Ding

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen…and STILL PNW HARDCORE CHAMPION…TIM JOHNSON!!!!

Long: What a hard fought match for both men and Smith came out on the losing end, but this thing looks to be FAR from over!

[A man runs to the ring and slides in, just as Mike Smith gets up behind Tim Johnson and nails him in the back of the head with the 2x4.]

Reed: I agree and Smith will have his revenge...and...and...what is this?

Long: I have seen that guy before! That’s...that’s, and he’s helping Mike Smith to beat up on Tim Johnson...

[The new guy slides into the ring and assists Mike Smith in stomping on Tim Johnson, in truth he looks similar to Mike Smith. They continue beating him until Mike Smith calls for a mic and gets his request.]

Smith: I would like to introduce you all to my brother, the Bayou’s finest right now, Dan ‘Iceberg’ Smith! We are gonna be the new dominant tag team here in the PNW, as soon as Awesome starts giving us some matches! So Awesome, think about it, and signs us up sometime soon...or the savage beatings by us both WILL continue!

Iceberg: Hell yeah! The Smiths are ready to sink the PNW tag teams and their tag team divison...

Smith: Shut up, dummy!

Iceberg: No, you shut up!

Smith: Don’t make me call home...

Iceberg: Whatever Mike...

Smith: So prepare PNW, the office and the tag teams divisions...they just got a bit colder!

[Mike Smith drops the mic and kicks Johnson again, before both men exit the ring to “Voices” by Disturbed. They walk back the entryway to the curtain, as Tim Johnson gets to his feet, laughing before going back behind the curtain. Johnson rolls out of the ring, grabs his PNW Hardcore title and walks to the back, a little hurt, but ready to move on to the next round.]

Long: Interesting words and a new tag team has been formed or so it seems...

Reed: Yeah, and they look tough!

Long: Indeed! But now we move on to the next match, which is our second semi-final in the 4-man tournament to crown our very first PNW Double Crown champion. So here we go!

[A sound of pouring rain inflitrates the arena. And soon, small drops of rain hit fall from the background onto the rampway. And those small drops of rain soon turn to the color red.]

[A loud sound of thunder crackles as guitar music begins to play.]

[The vocals now joining.]

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

<a without dog>

An actor out on load

Riders on the storm

[Deke Rivers appears with his black shirt with the image of an anguished face on the front, and his jeans slowly becoming wet from the rain.]

There's a killer on the road

His brain is squirming like a toad

Take a long holiday

Let your children play

If you give this man a ride

Sweet family will die

Killer on the road

[Deke Rivers continues his walk down the rampway as the guitar music picks up tremendously as he rolls into the ring.]

Riders on the Storm

Riders on the Storm

[The music slowly dies down as the sound of thunder rolls once again and the sound of rain disappears and then the thunder quits. Deke gazes at the fans as he loosens his body.]

[The lights dim. The opening vocals from Queen's "Princes of the Universe" ring throughout the arena...]

[On the PNWtron appears an image of an iridescent angel in shimmering robes, drawn anime-style. With a flourish, the angel tips her face to the heavens and spreads her wings...]

[...And a single spotlight cuts through the dark arena, shining a white circle on the curtain at the top of the ramp. The curtain flutters, and two figures emerge to take up honor guard position on either side of the entrance: Ash the Man-Soon, clad in black cowboy attire, and The Skipper, dressed in an immaculate white sea captain's uniform.]

[The spotlight fades, leaving only a column of white Chinese characters projected on the curtain. Then the fabric parts, revealing the mighty Syndicate of EVIL's "chosen one"...]

["The Red Angel" Misty Xiao.]

[Sheets of glittering red pyro spill down around the entranceway as Misty Xiao dances triumphantly onto the stage. She's clad in a crimson, high-collared top with a monarch butterfly embroidered over the chest, matching crimson trunks, short black boots, black elbow- and kneepads, and red wrist tape. Her glossy black hair is tied in two bouncing pigtails.]

[And slung diagonally across her chest like a bandolier is the PNW TV Title -- newly decorated with Hello Kitty stickers and red-and-white streamers.]

[Misty glances all about with a cheery grin, relishing the spectacle of her own grand entrance. After taking in the loud (if mixed) reaction from the fans for a moment, she continues down the ramp, followed by her Syndicate comrades...]

Ring Announcer: "Now coming to the ring, accompanied by Ash the Man-Soon and The Skipper... Hailing from Hong Kong, China... Standing 5'7" and weighing 134 pounds... Representing the Syndicate of EVIL... She is the reigning PNW TV Champion... "The Red Angel" MISTY XIAO!"

[Misty flashes her exuberant grin at the ringside fans, totally oblivious to their jeers and boos. Halfway down the aisle, Misty breaks into a sprint and dives into the ring. Another spotlight comes on to illuminate her as she hops to her feet. She climbs to the top rope, pulls off the PNW TV Title, and holds it over her head, cameras flashing throughout the crowd.]

[Skipper and Ash take up position at ringside and aim intimidating glares all around as the arena lights come on once more.]

Ding…Ding…Ding

Long: And we're off!

[Xaio kicks things off with a bang, catching the unsuspecting Rivers with a standing drop kick. She rises quickly from the mat, delivering a swift kick to Deke's jaw... sending him reeling backwards into the turnbuckle.]

Long: Misty's on fire tonight!

Reed: Isn't she always hot?

Long: [shakes his head]

[Deke rises from the corner, as another Xaio attack starts... but he manages to catch her leg as she attempts a high kick, and takes her down with a dragonscrew leg whip. He makes a quick attempt at a crossface chicken wing, taking advantage of his downed opponent...]

Long: Impressive quickness!

[Xiao squirts out from under him, reversing the move into an arm bar. He twists a bit free, only to be caught by a spinning heel kick. Misty dives for his feet, locking him into a rather brutal looking ankle lock, as Deke screams out... reaching for the ropes.]

Long: She's not a young lady I'd like to meet in a dark alley.

Reed: Is that something you do often?

[Rivers reaches the ropes, as Misty twists hard once more, before releasing the grip. She pulls Rivers to his feet, throwing him to the mat with an incredible judo throw... then takes off for the ropes, jumping onto the second rope, and arching beautifully through the air...]

Long: What grace!

[...but Rivers rolls out of the way, and Misty lands hard. Limping a bit from his sore ankle, Deke pulls Xiao to her feet... and brings her back to the mat with a front face DDT. He climbs the ropes quickly, leaping off and catching the rising Xiao with a missile drop kick, before going for the pin.]

One...

Two...

Kickout!

Reed: Close count!

[Rivers pulls her up again, raising her up for a bodyslam, but she counters... with a victory roll!]

One...

Two...

Kickout!

Long: Caught him by surprise!

Reed: "Almost ended it with that move..."

[Both rise quickly to their feet, Misty ducks a wild lariet from Deke, and catches him with a bulldog! She rises quickly, trying for the lionsault once again, hitting this time...]

One...

Two...

Three!

Long: No! He kicked out, just barely!

Reed: I thought she had him with that one...

[Rivers attempts another lariet, seemingly a bit dazed... but Xaio counters with a lightning quick shoulder throw. As Deke rises, Misty hits him hard with an STO... and grins at the fans before doing a funky little dance, and dropping her knee on River's head.]

[A loud cheer erupts from the crowd, as she showboats around a bit... not noticing Deke rising behind her. He whips her into the ropes, but she leaps onto the middle rope, springing back with an Asai moonsault... catching Rivers in an inverted facelock.]

Long: What agility! She's impressed us time and time again...

[She twists around, and catches him with her 'Hello Kitty'!]

Reed: It's over!

One...

Two...

Three!!!

Long: That’s it, the ref’s calling for the bell.

Ding…Ding…Ding

Reed: She did it! Misty wins!

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, still your TV Champion…MISTY XIAO!!!!!

Long: She did it! She did it! Misty Xiao has retained her PNW Television championship and is moving on to round number two...

Reed: I knew she could, she is a hottie with ALL the right moves!

Long: Oh please, Garret! Enough fawning over her, OK? We need to go to commercial while my partner collects himself and, hopefully, takes a COLD shower!

[Commercials hit for PNW’s live events, showing the calendar of places to see the stars of the Pacific Northwest as well as clips from previous live events. The clips goes on for a few minutes before closing out saying “Come see our PNW stars and other WWA stars prove themselves in ‘The Proving Grounds!’”]

Long: “Welcome back ladies and gentlemen as we prepare for the next match-up. It appears as if Christian Light is already in the ring waiting for Mike Valley.”

Reed: “Wow! Did you figure that out all by yourself?”

Long: “As a matter of fact, I did. And here comes Valley.”

(The sirens mixed with the light guitar work of Ra's Fallen Rock Zone begin to play. The crowd is on it's toes with anticipation for who's coming out. Weather they're here to boo this man, or cheer for him, they love to do it, either way.)

(The sound of the guitars mixed with drums slams into full effect and out walks Mike Valley to address the fans of PNW. He stands there with his hair tied back in a ponytail, in his full ring gear. He also wears a black beater, branded with a red Valley symbol on the front. His Oakley's reflecting the light's of camera's flashing as people take their snapshots. He stands there fore just a moment looking out upon the crowd.)

(The song takes a slight break from the heavy as lead singer Sahaj begins his rant against the bastard woman beaters of the world. A constant reminder for Valley of his former self. He walks to the ring as Sahaj and the rest of the band slam away on their respective instruments. Some of the fans bang their heads and fists in the air along with the flow of the track.)

(Valley approaches the ring and hops up onto the apron with his right knee. He walks the side of the ring to the turnbuckle and grabs the rope. He grabs the top rope and leans back for a moment to charge his leap as he leaps over the top rope, showing excellent agility for a man his age and size.)

(He climbs the turnbuckle after planting his feet on the canvas. He removes his shirt and Oakley's while pulling out his ponytail, tossing them to the ring attendant. He throws his arms up in the air as if already victorious, weather the fans boo him or not, he does not care.)

(As Valley is on the turnbuckle with his arms in the air, Light comes up from behind and hits his back with several forearm shots.)

Long: “He didn’t even give Valley a chance to get himself ready…he just threw himself into the match.”

Reed: “Well if you’re going to taunt to the crowd, you need to know what’s going on around you too.”

(Light has the upper hand on Valley here and he hits Valley with a suplex. Valley is on the mat as Valley gets to his feet. Light picks up Valley but only to get several hits in the gut and Valley hit Light with a Full Nelson with a slam. Valley stays on his feet as Light hits the mat hard. Valley goes over the turnbuckle and climbs it setting himself up for a moonsault but Light had it scouted and came up behind Valley and pushed him off the top turnbuckle all the way to the floor outside the ring and he smacked into the barricade.)

Reed: “Wow, looks like Light knows what’s going on here and had that move pretty well scouted.”

Long: “Know the action goes to the outside of the ring…this could be harmful for both people involved here.”

Referee: “ONE!”

(Light gets out of the ring and picks Valley up from the ground. Light puts Valley over his shoulder and runs towards the ring post and Valley’s head bounces off the post. Light starts to taunt to the crowd his actions thus far. He picks Valley back up and tries to Irish whip him into the steel stairs but Valley counters the whip and sends Light into the stairs.)

Referee: “TWO!”

(Valley picks up Light and hits him with a fall away slam into the side barricade wall.)

Referee: “THREE!”

(Valley picks Light back up and sets him up for a catapult into the ropes. The catapults sends Light up to the ropes and clearly chokes him with the bottom rope and sends him back to the mat on the floor.)

Referee: “FOUR!”

(Light picks up Valley and rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope. Light then gets in the ring himself and picks Valley up and goes for the Irish Whip on Valley. Valley shoots off the ropes and ducks a clothesline from Light and bounces off the other side of the ring and hits a cross body attack on Light and covers him following.)

1…

2…

Long: “He kicked out!”

Reed: “I think he just wanted to take a quick break there and get a breather.”

Long: “Yeah, that’s just like you to think that.”

(Valley gets back to his feet and picks up Light. Valley Irish whips Light into the ropes and hits him with a big boot to the face sending Light to the mat. With Light in the middle of the ring, Valley locks on a Figure Four Leg-Lock on him. Light struggles to get fight the hold but Valley is able to lock it on.)

Long: “Valley has him in a Figure Four. This may be the end of Christian. He won’t be able to reach the ropes.”

(Light does his best to fight to the ropes but as soon as they are close, Valley pulls him back to the center of the ring. Light starts to fight out of the hold and trying to flip Valley over.)

Reed: “Light is trying to reverse the hold and put pressure on Valley. That guy has great ring presence, if you can’t break the hold…reverse the hold.”

Long: “Great analysis there!”

Reed: “Thanks!”

(Light flips the move over on and puts pressure on Valley’s knee. Valley reaches out and fights for the ropes for several seconds. Eventually Valley is able to reach the bottom ropes.)

Long: “He made it! Light has to break the hold now.”

Reed: “Yeah, but the damage is already done to both guys.”

(Both guys try to get to their feet but their legs are too injured to allow them stand on both feet. Valley moves over to Light and hits him with a vertical suplex. The move puts Light flat on his back and you can see Light grab his back in pain. While Light lays in the ring, Valley goes over to the turnbuckle and hit a moonsault onto Light laying in the ring and follows if up with a pin cover.)

ONE…

TWO…

THR...

Reed: “He got the shoulder up! No pin fall yet!”

(Valley gets back to his feet and picks up Light and hits a release German Suplex on Light sending Light hard to the mat on his neck. Light lays in the ring grabbing his neck trying to soothe the pain in it as Valley gets to his feet. Valley walks over to the corner and waits for Light to get to his feet. Light finally gets to his feet and Valley runs from the corner and attempts a spear on Light but Light gets out of the way and Valley rams himself into the turnbuckle post. Light staggers for a few seconds regaining his bearings and taking a breather. Valley sits in the corner as Light runs at Valley and hits him in the face with his knee. Valley slouched in the corner covering his face as Light leans on the rope taking a breather.)

Long: “These two young men are beating the hell out of each other.”

(Light goes over to Valley and picks him up to his feet and sends a few punches to Valley’s head. Light keeps punching Valley until Valley blocks one and returns with one of his own. Light tries to punch again and Valley blocks that one and returns another one. Valley now hits several punches on Light until kicking him in the gut and putting him on his shoulders.)

Reed: “The Death Valley Driver! He just hit Light with his Death Valley Driver! This could be all for Light!”

ONE!...

TWO!...

THREE!!!!...

Long: “He did it! He pinned Light with the Death Valley Driver. This match is over and it has Mike Valley pinning Christian Light.”

Reed: “This was a great match and both of these men pushed each other to their limits.”

(Valley stands up in the ring and celebrates his win before rolling out of the ring and walking out. Light just gets to his feet looking very disappointed that he lost the match until he gets out of the ring and walks out as the screen fades to commercial.)

Long: “Welcome back ladies and gentlemen and we’re back here for live PNW action here on Awesome’s Night of Champions!”

Reed: “And our next match-up is getting ready to start—we’re just waiting on our contenders now”

(The arena lights dim just as “Black Sabbath’s-Psychos Man” starts to play. While the disturbing song fills the arena, a symbol of a yin and yang appear in the center of the ring.) (Just then the announcer chimes in…)

Announcer: “Now making his way to the ring at a weight of 200lbs. Even…from parts unknown SHADOWNINJA!!!”

(Just then a dark figure emerges from the entrance stage. This warrior build seems compact and well defined as he slowly walks to the ring wearing nothing but a pair of Kung Fu pants and ninja tabis. It is hard to make out the color of the pants as the dark lighting hides all detail of the shadowy figure. The walk slowly turns into a run as the shadowy figure propels himself under the ring rope and emerges in the center of the ring and essentially in the center of the Yin and Yang. The lights come up to start the match.)

Reed: “It looks like he’s ready to go!”

Long: “And here comes his opponent…”

(The arena falls into complete darkness.)

("Oddities" by Coal Chamber plays)

(Flash)

(Saint steps out as the crowd gives him a rather large pop. Saint brushes his long blonde hair from his face and walks down the ramp. He shakes hands with the fans along the way. Saint slides into the ring and awaits the beginning of the match.)

(The match starts with both Saint and Shadow Ninja circling the ring eyeing each other. They move in towards each other and they go for the first tie-up. Saint reverses the tie-up and gets behind Shadow Ninja and goes for a Russian Leg Sweep. Saint gets back up and starts to pick Shadow Ninja up but he gets an eye rake for his trouble. Saint staggers back covering his eyes as Shadow Ninja hits an upper cut on Saint. Saint staggers backwards and Shadow Ninja irish whips him to the ropes but Saint counters it and whips Shadow Ninja into the ropes. Saint comes off the rope and hits Shadow Ninja with a wheel kick. Both guys lay on the mat for several moments before they both begin to get up.)

Long: “We’re seeing some fast paced action here in the early going of this match.”

Reed: “It certainly is and this is just the beginning.”

(Both guys get to their feet and exchange a few punches when Shadow Ninja throws Saint into the turnbuckle. Shadow Ninja runs at Saint and hits a clothesline in the corner. Saint staggers out of the corner as Shadow Ninja climbs the turnbuckle at hits Saint with a hurracanrana.)

Long: “Shadow Ninja’s going for the cover!”

1….

2….

Reed: “Kickout by Saint and he quickly gets to his feet and goes to Shadow Ninja.”

(Saint runs to the ropes and comes off them towards Shadow Ninja and goes for a clothesline but Shadow Ninja ducks the clothesline as Saint rebounds off the ropes again and Shadow Ninja hits Saint with a hip toss slamming Saint to the mat.)

Long: “He’s going for another cover.”

1….

2….

Long: “He kicked out again. This is some good action between these two young men.”

(Shadow Ninja gets up and almost stalks Saint as he slowly gets to his feet. Shadow Ninja sets up his ninja kick but Saint saw it coming and ducked out of the way and kicked Shadow Ninja in the gut and set him up for a powerbomb. Saint picks him up but Shadow Ninja counters it into a roll-up pin.)

1….

2….

Reed: “He kicked out again. Saint keeps trying stuff but Shadow Ninja just keeps the upper hand.”

Long: “He certainly does…he’s certainly got most of Saint’s moves scouted very well!”

(Both men are back on their feet as Shadow Ninja hits Saint with a huge head butt sending Saint staggering around the ring. Shadow Ninja runs towards Saint and attempts a clothesline but Saint saw it coming and countered it into a rolling armbar. Shadow Ninja fights to break the hold but he is unable to. Saint puts more pressure on the arm as Shadow Ninja tries to get to the ropes to break the hold. Shadow Ninja gets some leverage on Saint and rolls him into a pinning predicament.)

Long: “There’s another pin by Shadow Ninja.”

1….

2….

Long: “He keeps making Saint use a lot of energy kicking out of those…I wonder when he’ll stay down.”

Reed: “Yeah…pretty soon there’s going to be that cover where Saint doesn’t kick out in time.”

(Shadow Ninja gets up and pull Saint up to his feet but Saint elbow’s Shadow Ninja in the gut and hits a powerful powerbomb on Shadow Ninja leaving both men on the mat.)

Reed: “Looks like Saint is just taking a breather while Shadow Ninja tries to recover from that devastating move.”

Long: “Wow! Great observation! You’re on top of your game tonight.”

Reed: “Thanks!”

Long: “You’re very welcome.”

(Saint gets to his feet and starts to climb up the turnbuckle as Shadow Ninja gets to his feet. Shadow Ninja runs to the ropes which makes Saint lose his balance and fall on the turnbuckle. Shadow Ninja climbs the turnbuckle and hooks Saint into a suplex. Shadow Ninja tries to suplex Saint off the rope but Saint blocks it and pushes Shadow Ninja down back to the mat. Saint jumps off the turnbuckle and hits Shadow Ninja with a powerful frog splash from the top rope. Saint grabs his gut as he stands up.)

Long: “Looks like Saint may have hurt himself there.”

Reed: “If he did…it’s not stopping him, he’s going for a cover.”

1….

2….

3….

Long: “NO!!!!!!! Shadow Ninja kicked out!!!! He kicked out!!!!!!”

Reed: “That was a real close one. I’d be worried about that call!”

Long: “I bet you would…but that was a good call!”

Reed: “You would think that man! And that’s your own sordid opinion.”

(Saint gets up and starts yelling at the ref about not calling the three count. While Saint argues with the ref, Shadow Ninja comes up behind Saint and gets him in a roll-up.)

1….

2….

Long: “Another kick out. These guys just won’t give up!”

Reed: “Why would they give up? Then they would lose…and that goes against what they’re trying to do.”

Long: “And do you even know what they’re trying to do?”

Reed: “Yeah…I think so.”

(Both men get to their feet slowly and exchange some right hand punches. Saint tries to Irish whip Shadow Ninja to the ropes but Shadow Ninja counters and whips Saint into the ropes but Saint bounces off the ropes with a swinging neck breaker. Saint gets back up and picks Shadow Ninja up and hits Shadow Ninja with a snap suplex sending across the ring. Saint gets back up, picks up Shadow Ninja again and hits his Cradle DDT on Shadow Ninja.)

Long: “That’s the Illusion. That’s Saint’s finishing move…his Illusion.”

Reed: “And he goes for the cover on Shadow Ninja.”

1….

2….

3….

Long: “No…he got his foot on the bottom rope…the ref stopped the count.”

Reed: “I didn’t see it!”

Long: “Of course you didn’t! Regardless if you didn’t see it…the ref did and he called it accordingly.”

(Saint gets up and starts to argue with the ref again giving Shadow Ninja time to recover and get up to his feet. Saint stops arguing with the ref and turns back to Shadow Ninja only to get hit with Shadow Ninja’s Ninja Kick. Saint falls to the mat and Shadow Ninja falls down to go for the cover.)

1….

2….

Reed: “I can’t believe it! How did he kick out of that? What does Shadow Ninja have to do to keep Saint down?”

Long: “I don’t know…but he did! And that’s what matters here!”

Reed: “I guess.”

(Shadow Ninja gets to his feet looking very upset and not knowing what to do. He picks Saint up only to get elbowed in the gut by Saint followed by Saint hitting him with a spike DDT.)

Long: “Both men are down…biding their time for the right move.”

(Saint gets back up and stalks Shadow Ninja, waiting for him to get up. Shadow Ninja slowly gets to his feet and Saint tries a suplex but Shadow Ninja counters it with a suplex of his own. Shadow Ninja gets up and picks Saint to his feet and whips him hard into the corner. Saint staggers out of the corner as Shadow Ninja hits a face crusher on him. Shadow Ninja gets back up and runs to the ropes and hits Saint with a lion sault and then goes for the cover.)

1….

2….

Long: “Another kickout by Saint. What’s it going to take to keep him down?”

Reed: “Probably a tank!”

(Shadow Ninja gets up looking extremely upset but keeps his cool. Saint slowly gets to his feet as Shadow Ninja climbs up the turnbuckle and hits a beautiful moonsault on Saint and then follows it up with a cover.)

1….

2….

3…..!!!!!!!

Long: “That did it! Shadow Ninja pinned Saint with a great moonsault. What a great showing by both of these men.”

(Shadow Ninja gets up and starts to celebrate in the ring his win. He stops and goes over to Saint and picks him up and stretches out his arm to shake the hand of Saint.)

Long: “What a tremendous sign of respect from Shadow Ninja here in his final match.”

(Saint looks at Shadow Ninja and his hand for a moment before reaching his hand to return the handshake.)

Long: “In a mutual sign of respect for the other contender…these two men are shaking hands. What a great showing by both of these two young men.”

(The two guys celebrate in the ring the match they just had for several moments and they appear to just have a good time with each other and the crowd until Sean Awesome’s music hits in the arena.)

Long: What in the heck? What is he doing here?

Reed: He is THE Boss, does he need more of a reason?

Awesome: ShadowNinja, congratulations man! You did it! You won the PNW Cruiserweight title in your retirement match...so what does THAT mean for the PNW, eh? Well, I will tell you all...ShadowNinja, you can take the belt home with you because it is YOURS now! We will no longer have a cruiserweight division here, hell, we barely have any cruiserweights left! So we will be bringing in a new era here, you see, THAT title was a Fox title...so in honor of the AWESOME era that is about to come to the Pacific Nortwest, we will have a new title. It will be a freeweight title called the PNW Extreme Death-defying and Grappling Excellence championship...or the PNW EDGE title! So in the coming weeks, prepare for this new championship and anyone can enter for it! It will feature the most innovative and excellent wrestlers and cruiserweights here in the PNW! In two weeks at the next BIG card, which will be the Revolution X-J Cup, it will be on the line, as well as the NEW PNW Revolution X-J trophy! Didn’t I tell you this would be a monumental occasion! Goodnight and goodbye everyone!

[Awesome waves to the crowd and walks back behind the curtain, being booed heavily, and then the screen fades to a commercial.]

Long: And here comes our first of the two champions for this title unification match, both belts becoming the new PNW Double Crown championship...a new champion will be crowned here for sure in our home base of Portland!

Reed: Yeah, and I am betting on Xiao...especially with Awesome and the Syndicate on her side!

Announcer:

[“Fight” begins to play]

I, I know your every move,

I know your every word,

I know you well.

And I’ve got nothing left to prove,

You’re threats I find absurd,

I am your hell.

[Two canisters of pyro sparks goes off on each side of the entrance stage. A large mushroom cloud of smoke rises a little in front of the entrance. As the next part of the song plays, Tim walks through the cloud of smoke and walks to the ring.]

Every time you think that I’m done,

I’ll come back stronger.

Every time you think that you’ve got me,

I will fight you!

I will put in the ground!

I will fight ‘til there’s nothing left,

‘Til my legs are gone,

You won’t forget me.

Cause I will fight to my final breath,

Just to see you fall,

I’ll make you fear me.

Announcer: “From Jefferson, Ohio; weighing in at 237 pounds.”

Every time you think that I’m done,

I’ll come back stronger.

Every time you think that you’ve got me,

I will fight you!

I will put you in the ground!

Cause I will fight

‘til there’s nothing left,

‘Til my legs are gone,

you won’t forget me.

Announcer: “Tim Johnson!”

Every time you think I’m done,

I’ll come back stronger.

Every time you think that you’ve got me,

I will fight you!

[Tim gets into the ring and walks around the ring flexing his muscles getting ready mentally for the match.]

Every time you that that I’m done,

I’ll come back stronger.

Every time you think that you’ve got me,

I will fight you!

Long: Here is our PNW Hardcore champion, Tim Johnson!

Reed: Wait, he is YOUR PNW Hardcore champion, but he is NOT my pick...oh well, doesn’t really matter, he will lose it right here, in this match any way!

Long: Well, believe what you like, but I think Tim Johnson will defeat the SoE here and win the Double Crown!

[The lights dim. The opening vocals from Queen's "Princes of the Universe" ring throughout the arena...]

[On the PNWtron appears an image of an iridescent angel in shimmering robes, drawn anime-style. With a flourish, the angel tips her face to the heavens and spreads her wings]

[And a single spotlight cuts through the dark arena, shining a white circle on the curtain at the top of the ramp. The curtain flutters, and two figures emerge to take up honor guard position on either side of the entrance: Ash the Man-Soon, clad in black cowboy attire, and The Skipper, dressed in an immaculate white sea captain's uniform.]

[The spotlight fades, leaving only a column of white Chinese characters projected on the curtain. Then the fabric parts, revealing the mighty Syndicate of EVIL's "chosen one"...]

["The Red Angel" Misty Xiao.]

[Sheets of glittering red pyro spill down around the entranceway as Misty Xiao dances triumphantly onto the stage. She's clad in a crimson, high-collared top with a monarch butterfly embroidered over the chest, matching crimson trunks, short black boots, black elbow- and kneepads, and red wrist tape. Her glossy black hair is tied in two bouncing pigtails.]

[And slung diagonally across her chest like a bandolier is the PNW TV Title -- newly decorated with Hello Kitty stickers and red-and-white streamers.]

[Misty glances all about with a cheery grin, relishing the spectacle of her own grand entrance. After taking in the loud (if mixed) reaction from the fans for a moment, she continues down the ramp, followed by her Syndicate comrades...]

Ring Announcer: Now coming to the ring, accompanied by Ash the Man-Soon and The Skipper... Hailing from Hong Kong, China... Standing 5'7" and weighing 134 pounds... Representing the Syndicate of EVIL... She is the reigning PNW TV Champion... "The Red Angel" MISTY XIAO!

[Misty flashes her exuberant grin at the ringside fans, totally oblivious to their jeers and boos. Halfway down the aisle, Misty breaks into a sprint and dives into the ring. Another spotlight comes on to illuminate her as she hops to her feet. She climbs to the top rope, pulls off the PNW TV Title, and holds it over her head, cameras flashing throughout the crowd.]

[Skipper and Ash take up position at ringside and aim intimidating glares all around as the arena lights come on once more.]

Long: Both competitors are in the ring now and both champions hand their belts to the ref to start this thing off and he happily holds up the championships...

Reed: Showing them the prize that will be won by Misty Xiao tonight in Portland!

Long: Or Tim Johnson could win it too!

Reed: No way! And what is that stupid referee doing...

Long: Looks like he is admonishing the two men at ringside, telling them that if they interfere in this match he may send them to the back...and THAT would be a smart move, let the two competitors fight it out to see who is REALLY the best!

[Ding, ding, ding...]

Long: And here we go to start things off...

[Johnson and Xiao lock up for the first time, Johnson tries to overpower her, but gets flipped with a hip throw to the mat. He gets to his knees and looks a little frustrated by being flipped by this little girl.]

Long: And ‘The Big Johnson’ doesn’t look happy by that turn of events!

Reed: Well, he better prepare for disappointment, he is DEFINITELY gonna lose here tonight at Awesome’s ‘Night of Champions!’

[Johnson slides out of the ring and goes under the apron for a weapon. Johnson grabs a chair from under the ring, then slides into the ring, and comes after Misty. She squeaks in terror and runs around the ring for a second with Johnson in tow. She slides under the rope to the outside, with Johnson chasing her, and runs around the ring.]

Long: Johnson trying to take Misty out with a chair here, and seeing as this is under hardcore rules, it IS legal!

Reed: He is gonna hit Misty Xiao’s beautiful little face...what a Cretan!

Long: Well, you can’t blame Johnson for using the rules to his advantage.

[He chases Misty around the ring around the ring, only to be clotheslined when he comes around a corner by Ash the Man-Soon, allowing Misty to slide back into the ring.]

Long: And a vicious clothesline by Ash!

Reed: But at least poor Misty is safe in the ring!

[Johnson gets up, with chair in hand and continues after her by sliding into the ring, as she stand awaiting him. Johnson comes in and swings his chair at her, but she forward-rolls under the shot and gets up again. As Johnson turns around, Misty dropkicks the chair into Johnson's face. With Johnson staggered, Misty takes him down with a HARD shoulder throw and goes for the pin.]

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Long: Johnson taken down hard there and Misty looks to be in control...

Reed: Misty and the SoE are ALWAYS in control!

[Johnson gets up, dazed and now bloodied from the chair shot, and grabs the chair again. As he swings, she sees it and rolls under again, but he holds his shot and throws it to her as she turns around. She catches it instinctively and he dropkicks it back into her face this time. He pulls her to her feet and then hooks her head before hitting a DDT. They both lay there for a second, looking exhausted from their previous matches, before Johnson starts to get to his feet.]

Long: Well, Misty wasn’t in control there and was being handed her butt right there!

Reed: She will bounce back, she ALWAYS has!

Long: She is on quite the streak, I must say, but so is Tim Johnson!

Reed: That has-been? He is lucky to have gotten the Hardcore title placed around his waist!

[Johnson gets to his feet and pulls Misty to her feet as well. He starts throwing a flurry of left hand punches before irish whipping her into the ropes, she goes under his high boot and bounces off the ropes on the opposite side. She comes off of them and Misty charges Johnson and hits him with a running DDT.]

Long: Nice go under there and she comes off with a hard DDT to Tim Johnson...

Reed: His luck has JUST ran out!

[As Johnson slowly gets up, Misty goes to the corner and climbs to the top rope. She leaps off and scissors Johnson's head for a hurracanrana, but Johnson hangs onto her legs, forcibly heaving her back up and setting her up for a “Big Johnson” powerbomb to facebuster. She fights him, pounding his face, as he stumbles toward the corner.]

Long: Johnson countering and going for his finisher ‘The Big Johnson,’ but then Misty trying to counter as well...

Reed: She has to do it, Johnson CAN’T win!

[Then she throws herself back hard and completes the hurracanrana, with Johnson landing VERY painfully with his head and shoulders on the canvas and his body upside down against the turnbuckles.]

Long: And she DOES counter! Excellent moves and technical wrestling from Misty Xiao!

Reed: You act surprised that she would counter it, I knew it ALL along...

Long: Right, you were praying she did!

[While he's trapped like this, Misty climbs up to the second rope, clings to the top rope with her hands, then jumps PLOWING her feet into Johnson's exposed abdomen. Then, with her feet still in his gut, she grabs his legs, and rolls backward in an inverted monkey flip, tossing Johnson to the middle of the ring. As he lays there, Misty vaults up to the top rope and delivers a high-flying frog splash and goes for the cover.]

One...

Two...

Thr...Kick out!

Long: Misty with a HIGH impact move there, but she couldn’t finish off Tim Johnson!

Reed: VERY high impact!

[Misty pull Johnson to his feet and attempts to whip him into the turnbuckle, but Johnson holds on and brings Misty back in with a knee to the gut. He then hits a stunner to mock Misty Xiao, before going for the cover.]

One...

Two...

Thr...Kick out!

Long: She kicks out of her own finisher and Johnson is wondering what he can do to put her away!

Reed: He can’t do ANYTHING! But she kicked out of the ‘Hello Moto?’

Long: How many times do I have to say this to you, it’s ‘Hello Kitty!’

Reed: Right...my bad!

[Johnson picks up Misty and positions her for his “Big Johnson” powerbomb to facebuster finisher, he flips her up to finish her off, but she sprays red mist in his face before flipping out and landing on her feet. Misty then whips Johnson into the corner. She charges in, but Johnson ducks and throws her over his head. Rather than falling out of the ring, Misty nimbly lands on the top rope, facing toward the stands. Johnson staggers away from the corner, Misty turns around on her perch and leaps, connecting with the "My Little Pony." She hooks Johnson's head and leg for the pinfall cover.]

One...

Two...

Three!!

Long: Misty finishes off Johnson with the ‘My Little Pony!’ She did it! She did it! Misty has become the first PNW Double Crown champion!

Reed: I told you that she would and that Johnson couldn’t handle her...

Long: She almost couldn’t handle ‘The Big Johnson’ there!

Reed: She can handle ANY Johnson...Tim Johnson, Dave Johnson, George Johnson or whatever!

Long: Yeah, whatever!

[Overjoyed at her victory, Misty dances in the ring with the two belts and celebrates as if this is the greatest moment of her life. Skipper and Ash slip into the ring and hoist her victoriously on their shoulders. Mr. PB appears on the stage, applauding Misty's victory. Skipper and Ash then put her back down and beat down on Tim Johnson. They hold Johnson up by the arms while Misty touches her throat as if it's itching before spraying him in the face with red mist. Johnson is then unceremoniously dumped out of the ring by Ash, as Mr. PB makes his way into the ring to celebrate with his Syndicate of Evil. He lays on the ground for a few moments before crawling to the entryway. He is feeling around, blinded by the mist being sprayed in his eyes again, and tries to make his way out. After a moment or two, Wolf and Wiz run out to help him up and keep him safe from further attack as the SoE celebrates in the ring.]

Long: Well thank God somebody came out to help Tim Johnson...

Reed: Ahh, the SoE didn’t seem TOO interested in him, other than his Hardcore title...

Long: Yeah, well it could’ve been worse I suppose, but he is being helped to the back now and we are going to go to commercial.

[Scene cuts to commercial of PNW Overdrive 2003, now available on VHS and DVD, featuring Misty Xiao versus Kevin Cage for the WWA World Heavyweight championship, as well as Jason Lockhart versus “King of Pain” Stephen Greer in a match of the future versus the past. PNW Overdrive, now available on VHS and DVD at the PNW website or wherever wrestling videos are sold.]

Long: And we are back with a match for our PNW Tag Team titles, where the winner will also get a shot at the WWA World Tag Team titles later on tonight!

Reed: Bet on the SoE, trust me!

Long: Well, here they come now!

[The opening vocals from Queen's "Princes of the Universe" ring throughout the arena...]

[On the video tron appears a vast mountainous landscape. The view sweeps at enormous speed across rocky steppes, river valleys, and sheer cliffs, approaching a flat peak. Two figures, tiny at a distance but growing larger as the shot zooms in, stand with arms folded, surveying the world around them with the imperious air of conquerors.]

[Two words strobe over this image: MANIFEST DESTINY.]

[Blue and white pyro explodes from the stage, and those same two figures stride out onto the ramp: Seth Maverick and "The Stormin' Mormon" Brigham Smith. Almost immediately, the fans are booing them relentlessly.]

[Maverick is tall and muscular, sporting a head of messy, shoulder-length black hair and an unshaven face. He wears black khaki pants with "MAVERICK" down the left leg in silver letters, black boots, and white tape on his fists. Smith -- smaller but lithe in appearance -- is clad in short blue-and-white tights, white pads and boots. He also wears a hooded vest that is blue in front, white in back with the initials "TSM" written in blue; the hood is pulled over his short unkempt brown hair. Tucked under his arm is a leather-bound edition of the Book of Mormon.]

[Behind them appear two men: one large and stocky, dressed in a crisp white ship captain's uniform, the other tall and lean, and dressed like a cowboy -- their Syndicate colleagues, The Skipper and Ash the Man-Soon. Together, the four men stride purposefully down the ramp...]

Ring Announcer: Now coming to the ring, accompanied by The Skipper and Ash the Man-Soon... At a combined weight of 485 pounds... Representing the Syndicate of EVIL... Seth Maverick and "The Stormin' Mormon" Brigham Smith -- MANIFEST DESTINY!

[Amid loud jeering, the foursome enters the ringside area. The Skipper and Ash remain on the floor while Smith and Maverick slip into the ring. Seth goes to his team's corner and leans listlessly against the turnbuckles. Meanwhile, Brigham stands in the center of the ring, accepts a microphone from the ring announcer, and addresses the crowd...]

Brigham: Good evening, Brothers and Sisters. I'd like to discuss something that's been weighing on my mind lately. In particular I'm talking about the idea that earthly people can claim to stand in judgment of their fellow men and women -- an idea that's been embraced by two of our opponents for tonight, the So-Cal Sinners. So tonight, I'd like to share a few words of wisdom with you. These come from the Second Book of the Chronicles, Chapter 19, verses 4 to 6.

[He opens his Book of Mormon and looks down. Some distinct jeering from the crowd is audible, but there's no dampening Brigham Smith's spirit.]

Brigham: "And Jehosaphat dwelt at Jerusalem: and he went out again through the people from Beer-sheba to mount Ephraim, and brought them back unto the Lord God of their fathers. And he set judges in the land throughout all the fenced cities of Judah, city by city, and said to the judges..."

[Smith looks up and snaps his book shut as he finishes...]

Brigham: "...Take heed what ye do: for ye judge not for man, but for the Lord, who is with you in the judgment." [Flashes a big grin at the crowd] And I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

[Ignoring the deluge of boos washing down on the ring, Smith hands the mic back to the dumbfounded ring announcer and goes to join Maverick in his corner.]

Long: Well that was enlightening.

Reed: Each time he speaks I learn something George, and you would too if you’d pay attention.

Long: I do pay attention…to what matters. Like the PNW Tag title match that is taking place in just a moment.

[Bombs Away by ThreeFoot hits as the lights quickly fade to black]

You struggle everyday

And you kiss your only life away for another thing

that you won't ever have

I tried two at a time, but that's not how I waste my dime

For something that you save...

[Christian jumps out from behind the curtain, bobbing his head to the music while playing to the fans as Jake Primal steps out. Both wrestlers touch knuckles before sprinting to the ring.]

Bombs away! Another problem you won't understand

Bombs away! Another problem deep inside my head

Ring Announcer: Making their way to the ring, weighing in at 442 pounnnds...The PNW Tag Team Champiooonnss..The SO-CAL SINNERS!

[Lockheart jumps onto the apron and motions more to the fans before whipping his yellow bandana into the crowd as Jake climbs the turnbuckle, raising both fists.]

[After the ref takes the belts from So-Cal, he holds them in the air for all to see before giving them to the announcer now ringside.]

[Ding…Ding…Ding]

Long: And here we go.

Reed: Lockheart and Maverick are going to start things off!

Long: That’s brilliant!

Reed: I try.

[Lockheart and Maverick circle each other. They lock up and Christian comes out of it after a series of hard elbows to the torso of Maverick. Seth recovers quickly and fights back with a swift kick to the gut winding Lockheart. Seth seizes the opportunity and a DDT dropping Lockheart]

Long: Nice way to start things off.

Reed: Maverick is just a powerhouse compared to the smaller Lockheart, this should be over fairly quickly.

Long: Lockheart is getting back up and is trying to make the tag to Primal. But Maverick grabs him from behind and drops him again with a Suplex. Christian just can’t seem to get away as Maverick lays into him with the boots.

Reed: Maverick makes the tag to Smith.

[Maverick stretches Lockheart as Smith lays into Christian’s gut with a big right hand]

Long: Ouch! That had to hurt.

Reed: Maverick out of the ring now as Smith looks to continue punishing Lockheart.

[Smith whips Lockheart into the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Christian slips underneath. He rebounds off the other rope and hits a bulldog on Smith]

Reed: Both men are down, but it looks like Smith is the first one up.

Long: Smith is shaking off the bulldog in the corner as Christian starts to get up.

[Christian makes his way over to Primal who is raring to get in the ring. Smith charges after him and clubs him in the back. Lockheart turns around and starts throwing punches driving the bigger man back until his offense is ended with a knee to the gut followed by a toss out of the ring. Smith then hits Primal with a stiff kick as Maverick tosses Lockheart into the steel stairs before rolling him back in the ring]

Long: If the ref was paying any attention he would see what was going on!

Reed: Winning is what is going on, and Manifest Destiny sure is doing a good job of it.

Long: Only if they can cheat their way to victory.

[Back in the ring Smith goes to pin Lockheart.]

1

2

Kickout!

Long: That was a close one for the Tag champs.

Reed: Smith can’t believe it, he’s arguing with the ref.

Long: And while he’s doing that Lockheart makes the tag!

[In comes Primal who drops Smith with a forearm to the head]

Long: But what is going on there? It looks like Primal is being sent back to his corner. The ref didn’t see the tag!

Reed: Looks like the abused Lockheart is coming back in.

[Meanwhile Smith ‘tags’ in his partner Maverick by smacking his hands in the air. The ref turns around just as they are switching places and makes it legal]

Long: I tell you, that Syndicate of Evil sure is sneaky.

Reed: Sneaky wins Long, you gotta do what you gotta do, especially with PNW Gold on the line!

Long: You would say something like that wouldn’t you.

Reed: And Lockheart meets the charging Maverick with a Diving Forearm Smash knocking both men down.

Long: This has been a tough match on Lockheart, I am not sure how much longer he will be able to hold on.

Reed: Both men are still down as the ref starts to count.

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

6...

Long: It looks as if they are starting to move!

7...

Long: They are making their way to the corners!

8...

9...

Long: And the tag is made! Primal is in! Smith is in! Primal drops Smith with a clothesline. Maverick is up! Primal drops Maverick with a boot to the face knocking him out of the ring!

Reed: What is going on?!

Long: It looks like things are turning in favor of the So-Cal Sinners!

[Smith gets back in the ring and the two go at it. Primal seems to get the upper hand as he backs Smith into the corner]

Reed: Looks like Primal is going for a Superplex!

[Primal turns Smith around but is soon met with a flurry of elbows to the face. Smith has his back to the corner. He hooks Primal for a vertical suplex. He nails the suplex and Primal’s landed on the turnbuckle, facing away from the ring. Brigham is still holding onto Jake’s head. He then drops him straight into a hanging neckbreaker]

Long: Oh my god! The Crucifixion!

Reed: It’s looks like that is the end for Primal and the So-Cal Sinners!

Long: Smith is going for the cover!

1...

2...

Reed: Lockheart tries to interrupt the pin but Maverick stops him with his Tilt-a-whirl inverted DDT!

3!

Ding…Ding…Ding!!

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen! You’re NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIOOONNNS…MANIFEST DESTINY!!!

Long: Wow! Yet another exciting contest and a new champion is crowned once again!

Reed: Seems to be the theme of the evening, wouldn’t you say George-O?

Long: Why yes it does, Garret! The only champions who have retained their titles here so far ended up going on and competing for the new PNW Double Crown championship, so legitimately only one person has retained their title, and that was Misty Xiao!

Reed: The SoE is looking very strong right now, with Awesome in control and the SoE holding the Double Crown and Tag Team titles now...

Long: And Manifest Destiny has the shot to win the WWA World Tag Team titles tonight as well! Awesome sure is giving them a LOT of opportunities for gold here in the PNW.

Reed: Yeah, but give them credit because they are cashing in on those opportunities and making Awesome proud!

Long: Very true, but it appears that we are ready for our next contest, so let’s take it to ringside!

Announcer: The next match for the PNW OREGON STATE CHAMPIONSHIP! The first participant is WREC HANNIBAAALLLL!

[The lights dim and a red haze comes over the arena. “Whatever” by Godsmack comes over the PA. The song hits a beat and there is a explosion at the entrance way. As the music gets more intense you see Wrec Hannibal walk out from behind the curtain wearing a black trench coat, no shirt, black tight with the red bone lettering spelling out Hannibal. Wrec takes a couple steps forward, looks out at the crowd with a cocky look while Tiffany Chaos walks from behind the curtain wearing a tight black leather tank top and black leather pants.]

And I wonder day to day
I don't like you anyway
I don't need your shit today
You pathetic in your own way
I feel for you
better f**kin' go away
I will behave
Better f**king go away.
I'm doing the best I ever did
I'm doing the best that I can
I'm doing the best I ever did

[Wrec begins to walk down to the ring with the same cocky look on his face as Tiffany walks down two steps behind him.]

I don't need to fantasize
You are my pets all the time
I don't mind if you go blind
You get what you get
Until you're through with my life

[Wrec slides into the ring and walks over to the turnbuckle as Tiffany walks around the outside of the ring cheer on Wrec.]

I feel for you
better f**kin' go away
I will behave
Better f**king go away.
I'm doing the best I ever did
I'm doing the best that I can
I'm doing the best I ever did
I'm doing the best that I can

[Wrec stretches out his arms into a underhook flex, then points both of his thumbs towards himself in a cocky manner in spite of the crowd booing him.]

Long: And there is a man who is looking to win the PNW Oregon State championship here tonight!

Reed: Yeah, but he has to go through Eric Dane to get it, one way or another!

Long: And Dane is a tough S.O.B., but can he withstand both Wrec and Wiz?

Reed: You want me to take all the fun out of this match? OK, I will...YES! Dane will beat both of those schmucks and retain his PNW Oregon State title!

Long: Well, I think our next competitor will have more to say about it than anyone else! He has had wars with both of these men here tonight and is looking for more than the title, he wants their BLOOD!

Announcer: And his opponent, “THE WIZARD” BRYAN SMITTTHHHH!

**His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Is he? No
He won't have it, he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[Now emerging from the curtain is "The Wizard" Bryan Smith. Smith is wearing a pair of baggy blue jean shorts.]

**No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got**

[He gets to the ring, and walks around it just a few times as he gets ready for the match.]

Long: He looks psyched for this match and ready to destroy BOTH men, look at him snarling at Wrec already!

Reed: You know he got that look from his mother...she is a bigger beast even than YOUR mother!

Long: Oh stop...and next one out is the champion around these parts!

Announcer: And the final participant is the PNW OREGON STATE CHAMPION! He is “THE ONE AND ONLY STAR” ERIC DANNNEEEE!

[“Psycho” by System of a Down plays over the PA system, but there is no moment from behind the curtain. Wrec turns to look at the curtain, as the ref looks out as well. They both stare at the curtain, all the while Wiz doesn’t take his eyes off of Wrec.]

Announcer: “THE ONE AND ONLY STAR” ERIC DANNNEEEE!

[Wrec and the ref turn to each other as Dane’s music starts up again. But still no movement, the ref signals for the announcer to come over to him.]

Announcer: The referee has informed me that if Eric Dane does not come to the ring by the count of ten, he will effectively be counted out and the match will continue between Wrec Hannibal and “The Wizard” Bryan Smith!

[The ref starts the contest and then his count as the crowd counts along with him.]

[Ding, ding, ding...]

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Long: This isn’t like Dane to take so long...

Six...

Reed: Something MUST be wrong! Maybe somebody collected on the bounty on his head either in SSW or down in the BWA!

Seven...

Long: Well I don’t know, but he is coming dangerously close to being counted out!

Eight...

Nine...

TEN!!!

Long: Well the referee is calling for the bell and the first elimination in this match!

[Ding, ding, ding...]

Announcer: Eric Dane HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

Long: Truly a surprise there!

Reed: There MUST be something wrong, let me see your cell phone so I can try and get a hold of him...

Long: You aren’t calling that piece of slime! Then he will have my number forever, forget it!

Reed: I don’t understand, he was MY pick to win this match!

[Wrec still stands at the ropes, looking at the curtain, almost expecting Dane to come out anyway and jump him. So Wiz comes and rolls him up from behind.]

One...

Two...

Kick out!

[Wrec gets to his feet and sees the fire in Wiz’s eyes, he then forgets the curtain and focuses on his opponent. The lay in a few punches on each other and then they lock up and he out muscles Wrec and hoists him up for a brainbuster and then drops him down hard on his head. Wrec slowly gets to his feet, Wiz pulls him up and kicks him in the gut, doubling him over. He then hooks the head and hits a beautiful DDT. Wrec lays on the ground and Wiz goes to the turnbuckle.]

Long: Nice moves there by Wiz...he REALLY wants this title!

Reed: Of course he does! It is a prestigious title...and one he has held before, no less!

Long: Wow! Did you do your homework for this? You are right, he is a FORMER PNW Oregon State champion...but then again, EVERYONE in this match is! Especially Dane now!

Reed: Poor Dane, I wonder what has happened...he probably got held up by some idiots who wanted him to lose tonight!

Long: Maybe he couldn’t find his way around his ego in the dressing room, ya think?

Reed: Shut up George-O!

[Wiz turns around on the turnbuckle and goes for a blind moonsault, but Wrec rolls out of the way. Wiz holds his stomach as Wrec gets to his feet. He picks Wiz up and hits a back breaker, he then pulls him to his feet again and hoist him up in a gorilla press slam. He then drops him into a power slam from the gorilla press. He pulls him up again and goes for a snap suplex, he hits it and then runs to the turnbuckles. He climbs quickly and jumps off, somersaulting and then landing with a legdrop, but Wiz rolls out of the way.]

Long: Fast paced action here tonight!

Reed: Very fast!

Long: Dane might not’ve been able to keep up!

Reed: Of course he could!

[Wiz lifts up Wrec and goes for a powerbomb, but Wrec reverses it into a hurricanrana. He then lifts Wiz up onto his shoulders looking for his “Agony of Defeat” electric chair drop, but Wiz reverses that into a victory roll.]

One...

Two...

Thr...Kick out!

Long: Kick out by Wrec...

Reed: But a close call!

Long: Wrec needed to kick out of THAT, this is for the Oregon State title!

Reed: He wants it again, that is for sure!

[Wiz gets to his feet and lift Wrec to his, he hooks the head immediately and bring him up and down with a snap suplex. He runs over to the turnbuckle and climbs it as Wrec slowly gets to his feet. He jumps off and hooks Wrec’s head on the way down for a tornado DDT. Wrec lays motionless on the canvas and Wiz goes to the turnbuckles once more. He climbs it quickly and jumps off, hitting his “Wizardton Bomb” swanton bomb onto a prone Wrec. He slowly moves for the cover.]

One...

Two...

Thr...Kick out!

Long: Almost! He almost got him!

Reed: Wiz is getting to his feet...

Long: But so is Wrec, showing the heart of a champion here!

[Wiz hooks Wrec’s head spinning out into his “Fatal Drop” swinging diamond cutter. Wrec hits hard and Wiz moves for the pinfall.]

One...

Two...

Thr...Kick out!

Reed: What did Wrec eat this morning?

Long: You want some?

Reed: If I could get out of tough spots like that with it...HECK YEAH!

[Wiz runs his hands through his hair, wondering what he can do to put Wrec away. He looks frustrated and confused as well. Wrec lays on the canvas, motionless. He gets up slowly with Wiz already perched on the top turnbuckle. Wiz jumps off and hits a cross body block off the top, but Wrec rolls through, before Wiz rolls through again. He grabs the tights as he rolls through and holds them hoping for a pinfall. The ref slides in for the count.]

One...

Two...

Thr...Kick out!

Long: He kicks out again! What can Wiz do to beat Wrec Hannibal!

Reed: I’m not sure he can, short of clocking him with a steel chair or something!

Long: But THAT would definitely cost him!

[Wiz stands up and pulls Wrec to his feet punching him in the face once and then twice before then kicking him in the gut again. He hooks the head of Wrec and hits the second “Fatal Drop” on him. He goes for the cover again.]

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Long: Wiz finally did it and pulled his ‘Fatal Drop’ right there! It was at exactly the opportune time! But Wrec fought hard, he has NOTHING to be ashamed of! He showed the heart of a champion and will DEFINITELY get a rematch down the line!

Reed: Good solid match by these two and I look forward to them clashing again! I was holding my breath there at the end!

[Wrec rolls out of the ring and starts to walk to the back, as Wiz celebrates in the ring. He keeps asking the ref where his belt is. Sean Awesome’s music hits again and he makes his way out onto the ramp, Wrec freezes in the aisleway.]

Long: What is he doing here?

Reed: Maybe the Boss can shed some light on the situation...

Awesome: I’ll bet you are ALL wondering what would possess me to come out YET again and interrupt another ending to a match, eh? Well, I don’t owe you all anything EXCEPT the two men in the ring! I have a surprise for both of you...both equally as devastating!

[Awesome flashes a devilish smile and then look to the aisleway first.]

Awesome: First you, Wrec, my friend...I have something VERY nice for you! I wasn’t gonna do anything, but I hear you like wrestling outside the PNW and WWA as well...so I am gonna let the BJWC pay you from now on and maybe forever! You need to apologize to me before I will let you back in here! So here are your walking papers and OUT you go! But I am not making the same mistake as last week, so...

[A security force of about eight officers come out and walk Wrec out of the arena and right by Awesome, who spits on Wrec as he goes past]

Awesome: Give that to your boy, Lockhart!

[Awesome then looks at the ring and smiles.]

Awesome: And as for you! You got the best surprise of all!

Long: What is that?

Reed: Looks like...

[Awesome points to Wiz to look behind him, as Dane stands right behind him with the Oregon State title. When Wiz turns around Dane swings the belt and nearly knocks Wiz’s head off with it. Wiz hits the ground hard and Dane drops the belt on his chest, spitting on the belt and Wiz before exiting the ring and walking up to the curtain by Awesome. The two shake hands and then walk behind the curtain to the back as the camera goes to commercial.]

Long: We are back folks and what we just saw was heinous! But what we are about to see will be downright disturbing...

Reed: Yeah, unless you like a Mormon messing with a team taking orders from a ‘Dark Lord’...

Long: And with THAT we take you to the ring!

[The arena lights dim. A yellow light appears on the curtain as "Killer Is Me" by Alice In Chains begins to play.]

[BOOOOOO!]

[KABOOM!]

[Emerging from behind the curtain is "Lovely" Liz Lewis. Her deadly curves inciting rude chants from the fans. She stands silently before turning towards the curtain.]

Announcer: Introducing at a combined weight of four hundred, forty seven pounds. Logan and the "Billionaire Brat" Will Sates. They are the WWA World Tag Tag Team champion, THE DARK ONES!

[Logan emerges first dressed in his all black outfit, silver cross buckle glinting with the spotlight. Following after him is Will Sates. All three walk towards the ring with smug looks on their faces.]

[Logan and Will hop onto the apron and hold the ropes down for Liz to enter. Logan removes his jacket and hands it to a ringside attendant as the Dark ones pose in the ring to the crowd boos. Will then helps Liz out of the ring.]

Long: The Dark Ones out here tonight in full force, with the ‘Lovely‘ Liz Lewis! This is their first time here in the PNW if I am not mistaken.

Reed: And she IS lovely!

Long: But it will be a fight to get the job done tonight versus the...

[The opening vocals from Queen's "Princes of the Universe" ring throughout the arena...]

Reed: Did you mean to say the Syndicate of Evil there?

Long: Yes, I did. And here is their entrance now, our new PNW Tag Team champions!

[On the PNWtron appears a vast mountainous landscape. The view sweeps at enormous speed across rocky steppes, river valleys, and sheer cliffs, approaching a flat peak. Two figures, tiny at a distance but growing larger as the shot zooms in, stand with arms folded, surveying the world around them with the imperious air of conquerors.]

[Two words strobe over this image: MANIFEST DESTINY.]

[Blue and white pyro explodes from the stage, and those same two figures stride out onto the ramp: Seth Maverick and "The Stormin' Mormon" Brigham Smith. Almost immediately, the fans are booing them relentlessly.]

[Maverick is tall and muscular, sporting a head of messy, shoulder-length black hair and an unshaven face. He wears black khaki pants with "MAVERICK" down the left leg in silver letters, black boots, and white tape on his fists. Smith -- smaller but lithe in appearance -- is clad in short blue-and-white tights, white pads and boots. He also wears a hooded vest that is blue in front, white in back with the initials "TSM" written in blue; the hood is pulled over his short unkempt brown hair. Tucked under his arm is a leather-bound edition of the Book of Mormon.]

[Behind them appears two men: one large and stocky, dressed in a crisp white
ship captain's uniform, the other tall and lean, and dressed like a cowboy
-- their Syndicate colleagues, The Skipper and Ash the Man-Soon (both of
which have one of Manifest Destiny's newly won PNW Tag Title slung over
their shoulder). Together, the four men stride purposefully down the
ramp...]

Announcer: Now coming to the ring, accompanied by The Skipper and Ash the Man-Soon... At a combined weight of 485 pounds... Representing the Syndicate of EVIL... Seth Maverick and "The Stormin' Mormon" Brigham Smith -- MANIFEST DESTINY!

[Amid loud jeering, the foursome enters the ringside area. The Skipper and Ash remain on the floor while Smith and Maverick slip into the ring. Seth goes to his team's corner and leans listlessly against the turnbuckles. Meanwhile, Brigham stands in the center of the ring, accepts a microphone from the ring announcer, and addresses the crowd...]

Brigham: Good evening, Brothers and Sisters. I come before you tonight with a deep concern for those among us who are living in sin -- especially those who proudly admit to be sinners. People like our opponents for tonight, the So-Cal Sinners. Tonight, I'd like to share something with you -- food for thought, if you will. I'll be sharing a passage with you from Doctrine & Covenants Section 43, verses 17 through 19.

[He opens his Book of Mormon and looks down. Some distinct jeering from the crowd is audible, but there's no dampening Brigham Smith's spirit.]

Brigham: "Hearken ye, for, behold, the great day of the Lord is nigh at hand. For the day cometh that the Lord shall utter his voice out of heaven; the heavens shall shake and the earth shall tremble, and the trump of God shall sound both long and loud, and shall say to the sleeping nations: Ye saints arise and live; ye sinners stay and sleep until I shall call again..."

[Smith looks up and snaps his book shut as he finishes...]

Brigham: "...Wherefore gird up your loins lest ye be found among the wicked." [Flashes a big grin at the crowd] And I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

[Ignoring the deluge of boos washing down on the ring, Smith hands the mic back to the dumbfounded ring announcer and goes to join Maverick in his corner.]

Long: So both teams are out of the gate and ready to go here in this contest. The referee for this contest checks them out and we are off now and set up for this WWA World Tag Team championship encounter.

Reed: Did anyone ever tell you that you talk WAY too much during a match. How about giving me a little time to talk.

Long: If I give you a little time to talk, then you would take up the rest of the program with your talking!

Reed: No way you son of a...

Long: Family show?

Reed: Biscuit eater!

[Ding, ding, ding...]

[Both teams stand in the ring for a minute, before Brigham Smith steps between the ropes on his side and Logan moves through the ropes into the corner on his own side. Both men look at each other before Sates and Maverick run at each other. Maverick steps up and hits a shoulder block. Sates hits the mat and Maverick runs at the ropes, he springs off of them and hits Sates, who has now stood up, with another shoulder block. Sates goes down and Maverick runs at the ropes yet again, Sates is up and hits Maverick with a drop-toe hold.]

Long: Good fluid wrestling so far and not much of a slugfest!

Reed: It will get there, believe me. With these big guys, it will have to degenerate to THAT place.

Long: No doubts in my mind either!

[Maverick finds his way to his feet and Sates goes off the ropes trying to hit a clothesline only to get drilled in the face with a fist. Maverick drags him over to the ropes and places Sates neck first on the middle rope, he then tags in Smith. Maverick picks up Sates’ feet and Smith, not missing a beat, runs and springs off the opposite ropes. He bounces back and runs at Maverick, leapfrogging him and dropping all of his weight across Sates’ back. Sates bounces off and grabs his back. Smith then climbs to the top rope while Sates is down and flies off for a guillotine leg drop, but Sates rolls out of the way.]

Long: Nice flowing movements in the ring from all competitors involved, but it appears Smith just wanted a little too much, too soon.

Reed: Yeah, and these guys aren’t gonna have ANY of that!

Long: Sates making his way over to his corner, he is literally army crawling his way there. Smith is doing the same to hopefully catch Sates before he gets to his...nevermind.

[Both men hit tags to their partners and Logan is hot! He comes in and runs at Maverick, nailing him with a clothesline at his debut in this match. He knocks Smith off the apron while he is in the motions and then makes a U-turn running back at Maverick and hitting him with another clothesline. He then comes running at a dizzied Maverick and jumps up to attempt a hurracanrana. He is caught however and powerbombed for his efforts. Logan lays on the ground, brutalized by the shear power of Maverick. He picks him up and drops him across his own corner turnbuckle, and then Logan comes down across it, snapping his head back. As he slumps down, Maverick chokes him against the ropes, punching him as he chokes Logan. The ref counts to four and Maverick breaks it, only to start again, the ref gets back to four and Maverick finally relents.]

Long: Such a hot tag to Logan and the momentum really was on his side, until he went for that hurracanrana on Maverick, not a good idea I might add...

Reed: Well, yeah! I mean, this guy is big and powerful, you have to wear him down with more than a few clotheslines to attempt a move like that.

Long: Yeah, like bring a tank in there to knock him down first.

Reed: Yeah, or he could use a bottle of booze.

Long: What? That was NOT a nice comment, Garret!

Reed: Oh you were thinking the same thing! I just said it, but I love this guy! He is one of the best brawlers here in the PNW.

Long: No disagreements here.

[Maverick then tags out to Smith and he picks up Logan, he goes for a suplex, only to have Logan float over it. Smith turns around right into a superkick from Logan, bloodying the nose of Smith. Logan goes to take advantage with a snapmare, flipping him over and then hitting a dropkick to the back of Smith’s head. Logan doesn’t notice how close to his opponent’s corner he is and Maverick grabs him by the hair. Sates tries to come in and stop it, only to get held back by the referee. Maverick takes the opportunity to hit a low blow on Logan, crushing his momentum and a bit more. Maverick makes a loud slapping noise with his hands and rolls Smith out to the apron, and then Sates steps out of the ring as Maverick takes over.]

Long: Maverick taking the low road there and cheating to try and get this victory.

Reed: You know, the more I see him, the more I like him!

Long: I wouldn’t know why...

Reed: Sarcasm will get you no where, George-O!

Long: Stop calling me that!

[Maverick pulls Logan to his feet and locks him in a front face lock. He then proceeds to DDT him. Logan lays down on the mat and Smith tags Maverick, climbing to the top rope in one fluid motion. He jumps off hitting a high-impact top rope leg drop, openly mocking his opponents with the maneuver. He goes for the cover.]

[One...]

[Two...]

[Kickout!]

Long: Not even a three-count as Logan kicks out, it must’ve been the ‘Dark Lord’s power’ being given to him there...

Reed: Do I sense sarcasm there? Well, let Maverick in there and it will be an open display, I guarantee it!

[Smith tags Maverick in, almost on cue from Reed, and picks up Logan. He goes to hit a German suplex, but Logan flips out of it and hit a dropkick to Maverick’s back. The force of the dropkick sends Maverick to the mat and Logan frantically crawls, with every bit of strength in him to his corner, making a tag. Maverick gets back up and Sates comes running at him for a clothesline, but Maverick counters with a HUGE spinebuster. The crowd really gets into that move with a huge collective groan coming from the crowd at that impact. Sates’ back is screaming with pain from that maneuver. Maverick then picks up Sates and hits a HUGE Death Valley Driver on him next, as Sates now grasps his head. He is in obvious pain, as Maverick tags out to Smith. Smith quickly goes in for the cover.]

[One...]

[Two...]

[Thre...Kick out!]

Long: He barely kicks out of that one and the back, and now the head, are now obviously hurting this young man.

Reed: Well, Maverick is looking to prove a point.

Long: I think the Syndicate is as well!

Reed: They are Eeevvilllee!

Long: Geez man! Have you no dignity? They are just trying to win the WWA World Tag Team titles, maybe not necessarily for the PNW, but they are doing that for us as well.

Reed: Even if they don’t know it or care to do it for us!

Long: Exactly!

[Smith gets back to his feet quickly and moves behind Sates, wrenching his back with a bow and arrow stretch. Sates fights and, after a few seconds, gets his feet on the bottom rope. After breaking the hold, he pulls Sates out to the center of the ring and grabs a hold of Sates’ leg. He goes to turn him over in a single leg Boston Crab, but Sates resists. After a few tries, he finally works him over into the single leg crab. Sates is writhing in pain and scratches his way back to the bottom rope, he finally makes it there after a minute or two in the hold. Primal now lays holding his back against the ropes.]

Long: I do NOT envy Sates in this position, not at all!

Reed: Smith needs to tag out to his monster, err...tag team partner, Maverick.

Long: Are you on the SoE’s pay roll or something? You are shilling them like they were a million dollar watch or something.

Reed: I just appreciate good talent like them, it is obvious YOU don’t! And I am telling Mr. PB that!

Long: Go ahead and tell him that! I don’t care, you’d think he was my boss or something!

Reed: He pretty much is, with him and Awesome having their way with the company right now!

Long: Yeah, everyone but a few wrestlers seem willing to sell-out and dismantle the PNW, it’s sad for our company!

[Smith tags out to Maverick and Maverick steps in to the ring, completely in control. Sates lays on his back and Logan is barely standing in his own corner. Smith climbs back into his own corner, after they hoist up Sates and hit a BIG double-team suplex! Maverick then picks Sates up like a rag doll and throws him off the ropes, he bounces off and Maverick hits a tilt-a-whirl inverted DDT, turning it into a pinning predicament. The ref slides in for the count.]

[One..]

[Two...]

[Thr..Kick out!]

Long: Close one there.

Reed: Close, but no cigar, George-O!

Long: Stop calling me that!

[Sates lays on his back, exhausted, as Maverick rolls back over to him. He then flips over Sates and executes his “S.O.L.” Crippler Crossface. Sates screams in pain as Maverick wrenches back, putting pressure on the arm, neck, and back of Sates. His back, already searing with pain, is forcing Sates to contemplate submitting as he raises his hand to tap. Logan staggers in trying to break it up, but his leg is grabbed by Ash the Man-Soon who made his way to their corner in preparation for Maverick’s finisher hold. Logan turns around to jaw at him, but remembers his trapped partner only to turn around into a running calf kick from Smith . Logan tumbles through the ropes and Smith, seeing his partner looking at victory, uses the rope to execute a plancha on Logan, who was trying to get back to his feet for the save. Sates, seeing no escape and writhing from the pain, starts violently tapping the mat, giving the win to Maverick and Smith as the ref calls for the bell.]

[Ding, ding, ding...]

Long: Well, the SoE has picked up their first WWA World Tag Team championship reign!

[Brigham Smith is celebrating on the floor before climbing back in the ring and up the ropes like a monkey. Maverick just stares at him, as Ash and the Skipper slide into the ring as well. Logan, dizzy and hurting, slides into the ring and helps up his partner. They don’t see what is going on behind them.]

Long: AND HERE COMES THE SYNDICATE! Ash the Man-Soon and the Skipper
spilling into the ring and going after the Dark Ones, with Misty running out
from the back!

Reed: Don't act like this is some kind of shock to you, man.

Long: It isn't... But COME ON! How can they defend themselves? Don't the SoE
have SOULS?

Reed: That's beside the point, I think...
 

[Like so many others before them, and despite their fatigue, Logan and Will
try to fight the Syndicate onslaught head-on. Ash charges Logan with a
clothesline, but he ducks under it -- but as he turns around, the Skipper
wraps his arms around him in a crushing bearhug!]

Skipper: SHIPS AHOY!

[Easily lifting him off his feet, Skipper swings Logan to one side... and
DRIVES him into the canvas with a punishing bearhug slam!]

Long: Logan has just been DEMOLISHED by the Ships Ahoy!

[Will Sates, meanwhile, struggles to get to his feet and help his downed
partner. He tries to rush over, but is immediately grabbed from behind in a
full nelson by Ash the Man-Soon. Only waiting an instant, Ash lifts Sates
into the air, spinning him and repositioning his arm around into a facelock;
he pulls him in, still mid-air, and yanks him downward into a DDT!]

Reed: Now THAT was nice!

Long: What WAS that? A full nelson into a DDT?!

[Laid out on the mat, the Dark Ones are now an easy target as Skipper, Ash,
Seth, Brigham and Xiao take turns viciously stomping them and dropping legs
across their heads. Half-conscious, Logan and Sates can hardly put up a
struggle as they're beaten mercilessly.]

Reed: Heh. You have to feel sorry for the poor fools who get booked against
the Syndicate of EVIL!

Long: The worst thing is, this is going to keep happening as Sean Awesome
lets these...these ROGUES have free reign over PNW!

[LOUD HEEL HEAT!]

Reed: Whoo! Don't want to interrupt, but here comes the evil leader himself!

[Indeed: Mr. PB has appeared at the top of the stage, scanning the
packed-solid arena through two eye holes punched into his ubiquitous paper
bag. A familiar briefcase is in his hand. A moment later, amid deafening
jeers, he begins a quick march down the ramp to join his comrades in the
ring.]

Reed: Oh boy! My favorite part's about to come up!

[With the Dark Ones thoroughly subdued, Skipper and Ash and Brigham and Seth
haul the BWA stars to one side of the ring and trap their arms in the ropes.
Mr. PB walks up the ringsteps and ducks through the ropes, handing off the
briefcase to the Skipper. Skipper fastidiously dusts off the top of the
case, clicks the lock, and holds it open as PB pulls a pair of rubber gloves
out of his pocket and pulls them on one at a time, tantalizingly,
consciously letting the horrific anticipation build.]

Long: Oh man... how many times have we seen this?

Reed: Who cares? It never gets old!

[PB reaches into the case -- and the fans emit a knowing, collective groan
as he draws out a large, floppy, wet trout.]

Long: HERE WE GO AGAIN! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEBODY STOP THIS!

Reed: YES!...IN A MINUTE!

[Trout in hand, PB takes his position in front of the groggy tag team --
Logan first. He winds up, and--]

[SPLAT!!]

Long: The latest in a growing series of victims! Logan has JUST BEEN
TROUT-SLAPPED by the Syndicate of EVIL! But they're not done yet...

[Another wind up, now aimed at Sates, and--]

[SPLAT!!]

Reed: WOO HOO! Two for the price of one!

[Choking and moaning, the Dark Ones hang in the ropes, their faces covered
in slime and fish scales. PB drops the used trout back in Skipper's
briefcase, removes his slimy gloves and throws them into the opposition's
faces.]

Long: Once again, Mr. PB, Misty Xiao, and the other Syndicate agents have
humiliated their opponents... They came, they saw, they conquered... and
then they Trout-Slapped the poor man to top it off!

Reed: You gotta love it!

Long: Well, I was right, THAT was downright disturbing! So we will go to our last commercial break before the main event!

[Scene switches to commercials for the NEW PNW action figures, featuring Jason Lockhart (with PNW Oregon State title and Summer Games 4 gold medal), Ulfric (with PNW Heavyweight title, Don Owens Cup, and Summer Games 4 gold medal), Tim Johnson (with PNW Hardcore title), Wolf (with PNW Cruiserweight title), Scorn (with Summer Games 4 gold medal) and the Final Judgment two-pack (Wrec Hannibal and DragonWulf with PNW Tag Team titles) in Series 1: The Restart Champions, as well as the PNW wrestling ring and entrance way sets.]

Reed: Here comes our last match of the evening folks. The battle for the PNW Heavyweight Championship!

Long: It should be a good one too. Former owner Ulfric is here to try and reclaim his lost title, and former Cruiserweight champion Wolf is here to try and take it as his own.

Reed: I'm thinking my boy Wolf will win this one! He's back and better then before!

Long: You didn't bet money on another match did you Garret?

Reed: You know I never do anything like that George, now why would you bring something despicable like that up?

Long: Because we all know you Garret.

Reed: Anyways, it sounds like Wolf is about to make his presence known!

Long: How can you tell? He's had more entrance themes then he's had wins!

Reed: Now don't go saying that about my boy Wolf, you know it's not true.

Long: It's an analogy George.

Reed: A what?

Long: Never mind, now pay attention.

[The arena goes completely dark as the music starts. On the video tron, a full moon raises lighting up the arena. On the screen, you can see a silhouette of a wolf.]

# Realized I can never win

Sometimes feel like I have failed

Inside where do I begin

My mind is laughing at me #

# Tell me why am I to blame

Aren't we suppose to be the same

That's why I will never change

This thing that's burning in me #

[Wolf emerges and stands in the middle of the entrance.]

# I am the one who chose my path

I am the one who couldn't last

I feel alive full of pain

I feel the anger changing me #

[Wolf begins walking down the ramp.]

# Sometimes I can never tell

If I got something left in me

That's why I just beg and plead

For this curse to leave me #

# Tell me why am I to blame

Aren't we suppose to be the same

That's why I will never change

This thing that's burning in me #

[Wolf makes his way down to the ring. He slides into the ring and gets up and moves over to the right turnbuckle.]

# I am the one who chose my path

I am the one who couldn't last

I feel alive full of pain

I feel the anger changing me #

Announcer: Weighing in at 220 pounds, from Porrrtland, Oregon...WOOOOLLFF!

[Wolf steps up onto the second rope and gazes at the crowd.]

# Beaten

I feel so

Insane

I really

Tried #

[He steps back down moves to the opposite turnbuckle.]

# I did my time

I did my time

I did my time

I did my time

I did my time #

[Wolf steps up onto the second rope and gazes at the crowd.]

# I am the one who chose my path

I am the one who couldn't last

I feel alive full of pain

I feel the anger changing me #

[Wolf steps down and moves to the middle of the ring.]

# O god the angers changing me

O god the angers changing me #

[Pyro explodes at the end of the song.]

Long: Wolf looks INTENSE tonight, and for good reason; this is an opportunity he's been waiting a long time for. The vacant PNW Heavyweight Title is on the line right here, right now! But he knows it won't be any easy feat to take that belt home...

[Smoke begins to pour down the entrance ramp as the heavy guitar laden opening rift of "Time does not heal" by Dark Angel blares from the house PA system.]

Reed: No kidding, 'cause here's a man who wants it every bit as much as Wolf does! But god willing, he won't get it!

[The lights dim, and as a blue glow emanates from somewhere deep inside the tunnel. For a moment the haunting cords give way to equally chilling words.]

"It's always darkest before it goes completely black

I'm older now so I should know, you can never look back

But the scars of childhood memories dominate my head

The inner pain I've vowed to keep until the day I'm dead"

[A dark shadow can be seen through the fogs thick blue haze.]

"You can't see, the life I was forced to lead

What it's like to die daily

You can't feel, the thoughts I've learned to steal

Survivals my reality"

[A series of blue Pyro erupts in front of the entrance as Ulfric steps through the fog, his long white/green hair hanging lose in his face, he is wearing a pair of frayed blue jeans, a black Dark Angel t-shirt, and motorcycle boots.]

"When I was young I lived in fear

The hands of doom forever drawing near

I wonder how I earned to perservere

As time advanced deceit was my life's truth

Spurred on by the peace I never knew"

[Ulfric pauses midway down the ramp to remove his t-shirt which he throws into the crowd before banging his head in time to the music. Finally he sprints the rest of the way to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and stepping right into the ring. He looks focused, pacing the ring until the opening bell.]

Long: Can you tell that Ulfric's still miffed about losing the title to Jason Lockhart last month?

Reed: Even a blind man could see that, Long. But can you really blame him? Ulfy wasn't exactly focused in that match, and like the bloodthirsty hyena he is, Jason Lockhart took that opportunity to tear him apart! I couldn't've been happier!

Long: I would hardly call it "tearing him apart" -- that match was so close it could've gone either way. All that aside, Ulfric had better be in top mental -- not to mention *physical* -- shape tonight if he plans to regain the heavyweight title...because I guarantee that Wolf is not going to take it any easier on him than Lockhart did!

Reed: Damn right.

[Ding, ding, ding!]

Long: This PNW Heavyweight Title match is now underway, and both men immediately go into the classic collar-and-elbow tie-up...probably not the best starting tactic for the smaller Wolf, as Ulfric has a good seven inches and 30 pounds on him. But Wolf is nothing if not tenacious, Reed!

Reed: Don't be stupid! Wolf may not be as big or as strong as Ulfric, but he's better than Ulfy will ever be! Ulf oughta just lay down right now and save himself a beating!

Long: Good grief, that's *totally* ridiculous. Ulfric does *not* lay down! That being said, Wolf is indeed an awesome talent, and you'd better believe that he's looking to prove himself here against one of the top stars of the WWA! Ulfric starting to overpower Wolf in this grapple--

Reed: NO! Get 'im, Wolf!

Long: Ulfric grasping the arm -- wrenches it backward against the joint. Wolf now with a quick move -- reverses the hold, twisting the arm of Ulfric! And back into a hammerlock. Ulfric glancing over his shoulder, looking for a way out... but Wolf shoves him away.

[Ulfric immediately whips around and charges at Wolf, arm cocked for a lariat.]

Long: NO! Ducked by Wolf, and he goes behind -- rear waistlock -- belly-to-back suplex takes Ulfric down! Wolf showing his wrestling prowess in the early stages of this bout!

Reed: Nice moves!

Long: Both men already back to their feet, but Wolf continuing to take charge -- grabs the arm, there's the whip to the far corner. Ulfric hitting the turnbuckles hard... and Wolf charges in! DROPKICK to the chest! Ulfric taking ALL of that impact, having nowhere to go!

[The former PNW Heavyweight Champ stumbles out of the corner, sucking air and clutching his chest. Wolf backs off a step -- then vaults up onto Ulfric's shoulders and PLANTS him with a piledriving huracanrana!]

Long: Wolf pulling out ALL the stops tonight! And it looks like Ulfric is having a tough time getting into this match so far! Wolf stalking nearby as Ulfric gets to his feet...

[Abruptly Wolf darts in, grabs him in a front facelock, and with a burst of effort SWINGS him around and SPIKES him with a DDT!]

Long: SKULL CRUSHER! Ulfric is DOWN! And Wolf right away scissoring his legs around the head and arm of Ulfric! That's a triangle choke applied, and this match could be over in record time if Ulfric can't escape this hold!

Reed: After such a prodigious winning streak... can you imagine Ulfric losing two matches in a row? That'd be sweet!

Long: Could well happen! Ulfric writhing in Wolf's grip, kicking his legs in an effort to drag himself closer to the ropes... Wolf has those legs cinched tight across the neck, squeezing the windpipe and the carotid arteries... Flat on his back, Ulfric's size advantage is NO advantage at all! Which plays RIGHT into this wrestling strategy by the former WWA Cruiserweight Champ!

[The referee hovers over Ulfric -- whose face is slowly turning a dark shade of blue -- watching for any sign of submission. If Ulfric is aware of him, he gives no sign of it; all of his energy is directed toward wedging a hand under the leg of Wolf to resist the pressure on his throat, at the same time inching his way toward the side of the ring. Wolf attempts to shuffle himself back toward the middle of the mat, but this movement breaks his leverage JUST long enough for Ulfric to capitalize. With a violent thrash of his body, Ulfric gets his feet into the ring ropes. The referee calls for the break.]

Long: Ulfric barely getting out of that predicament as Wolf is forced to release the hold.

Reed: For a second there, I thought he wasn't even GOING to get out of it. Ulfric's crafty, I'll give him that!

Long: That he is, but there's no doubt that Wolf has done his damage already. A submission hold is the gift that keeps on giving, as it were -- even after you let go, the other man still feels the effects!

Reed: Say...now I know what I'm giving YOU for Christmas, Long!

Long: What's that?

Reed: A good old-fashioned THROTTLING!

Long: ...God. ANYway...Wolf back on his feet, while Ulfric is slow to get up. Wolf once again taking the initiative, and the arm of Ulfric -- there's a whip to the ropes! Wolf chargees in after--

Reed: OH! No go!

Long: Ulfric hung onto the ropes to stop himself, and just NAILED Wolf with an elbow to the face! Wolf staggering back... Ulfric moving in, twisting him around in an inverted facelock -- DROPS the inverted DDT. Ulfric finally getting some offense in! He gets up -- a bit slowly, as he's already sustained some punishment at the hands of his opponent here... Wolf climbing to his feet as well, a little less energetically than before, but still plainly the fresher of the two. But Ulfric is quick to move in! Grabs Wolf--

[POP!]

Long: BIG head-and-arm suplex takes Wolf down! Ulfric back on his feet -- and we're starting to see this WWA star get into gear tonight!

Reed: Ha! Took him long enough!

Long: But Wolf is getting up again as well! Wolf on the charge -- Ulfric sidestepping -- throws him over the top rope!

[POP!]

Long: But Wolf caught the top rope and landed on the ring apron! Ulfric moves in to knock him down...NO such luck! Wolf lashing out with a foot between the ropes, connecting with a SHARP kick to the kidneys!

[Caught off-guard by the blow, Ulfric doubles over, hands clapping to his side. Wolf reaches over, grabbing the bigger man by his green-streaked white hair, turns him around and yanks him back against the ropes, and applies a dragon sleeper over the top rope. He sits on the middle rope and applies a body scissors around Ulfric's waist, immobilizing him in this torturous position.]

Long: BITE OF THE DRAGON! Wolf wrenching HARD on this punishing hold! Ulfric is absolutely TRAPPED here!

[The referee hurries over to issue a stern five-count against Wolf. Wolf unabashedly squeezes every last second out of the count, torquing violently on the neck of Ulfric, before finally relinquishing the hold. Ulfric sags to his hands and knees in the ring, grimacing in pain.]

Long: Wolf obeying the referee's five-count, but only just...However, he certainly did what he set out to do! Ulfric is starting to look in bad shape!

Reed: Didn't I tell you? Wolf is showing his stuff in a big way tonight!

Long: It's not over yet, though, and Wolf knows it...

[Stepping through the ropes back into the ring, Wolf glances down at the ailing Ulfric, who is slowly climbing back to his feet, massaging the back of his neck. Then Wolf's off -- dashing to the other side of the ring, off the ropes, and on the return with arm poised to CHOP his opponent down!]

Long: Here comes Wolf!

Reed: OH NO!

Long: Ulfric with a duck-under dodge -- into a neckbreaker! Catching Wolf TOTALLY unaware! Wolf sitting up again, shaking the cobwebs out...but Ulfric not giving him a chance to recover. He hauls him up to his feet...crosses Wolf's arms in front, and goes behind -- OOHH! DRIVES him with a straitjacket suplex! HARD impact on the back of the neck of Wolf by that FANTASTIC move!

Reed: Get in there, ref! He's cheating!

Long: Ch... CHEATING? Man, are you out of it! Ulfric busting out a hell of a move of his own, and it's definitely put Wolf down for the moment! And Ulfric going to the ropes, stepping out to the apron... He grips the top rope, vaults up -- SPRINGBOARD off the top rope -- aaand GUILLOTINE LEGDROP!!

[POP!]

Long: ...MISSED THE MARK! Wolf rolling out of the way at the LAST split second, and Ulfric taking it all on the tailbone! Wolf scrambling to his feet... quick dash aaand NAILS him with a low dropkick to the face! Ulfric laid FLAT!

Reed: Whoo! Wolf's REALLY angling for that belt!

Long: You'd better BELIEVE he is! Wolf going for the cover:

1...

2-Kickout!

Reed: D'oh!

Long: Not just yet! But Wolf wasting no time -- grabbing Ulfric by the hair, hauling him off the canvas... Belly to belly position, ducks his head under the arm -- heaves him UP for the exploder suplex!

[WHOA POP!]

Long: ...COUNTERED by Ulfric, who grabs the arm and snaps him to the canvas -- INTO THE CRIPPLER CROSSFACE! Out of NOWHERE! Ulfric has locked in his favorite submission hold, and he's cranking back on the neck of Wolf for all he's worth!

Reed: No! C'mon Wolf, FIGHT!

Long: Wolf scrabbling desperately against the mat, trying to reach the ropes! I don't know that Ulfric has worn Wolf down enough for this move to be fully effective, but at this point he's doing anything and everything he can just to stay in this match! He HAS to be hoping he can force Wolf to tap out with this desperation tactic!

Reed: That's right! It's nothing but DESPERATION, because Ulfric knows he just plain doesn't have Wolf's number!

Long: I don't know about that, but Ulfric sure isn't going to let him off easy! For that matter, Wolf doesn't look like he's ready to give up just yet! Inch by inch, he's scratching and dragging himself toward the ropes! His hand reaching out... the bottom rope mere INCHES out of his grasp!

[Ulfric digs his heel into the canvas, trying to stop Wolf's slow progress. It works -- Wolf's fingers waving frantically at the rope, agonizingly out of reach. But a sudden, final thrash by Wolf closes the distance -- and his hand grasps the rope as if it's his very lifeline.]

Long: GOT IT! And the referee is ordering Ulfric to break the hold!

Reed: Let 'im go, Ulfy! You missed your chance!

Long: Wolf refusing to tap -- not here, not tonight, not with the vacant PNW Heavyweight Title on the line! He's finally free of the Crippler Crossface... but as before, the damage was done nonetheless. If Ulfric locks that on again, he may not be so lucky the next time!

Reed: Oh, he'd better not!

[Supporting his weight on the ring ropes, Wolf effortfully heaves himself up off the canvas, clasping his neck in his hand. Ulfric is up faster, eyes burning. He grabs Wolf by the shoulder and spins him around -- only to have an arm suddenly grab Ulfric by the head!]

Long: DDT! Wolf with a DDT to Ulfric! The former WWA Cruiserweight Champion buying himself some time with that move!

[Wolf rolls some distance away from Ulfric, slowly getting to his feet. He's gingerly rubbing the back of his neck, still feeling the effects of Ulfric's finishing hold. Ulfric, meanwhile, is pushing himself up on hands and knees, shaking his head to relieve some of the pain. Wolf narrows his eyes -- and charges right at him!]

[POP!]

Reed: YEAH!

Long: SHINING WIZARD finds its mark! Wolf connecting with ALL of that kick! Ulfric's head SNAPPING back from the force of the blow! And Wolf is back on his feet -- his face a mask of sheer determination, adrenaline COURSING through his veins! This is a man who can sense he's close to his goal!

Reed: Damn straight! I always thought Ulfric was overrated!

Long: Wolf now pulling the groggy Ulfric from the mat...applies a front facelock -- and the lift! OOHH!! TEXAS TWISTER! The spinning brainbuster! Wolf just PLANTING Ulfric like a LAWN DART into the canvas!! He is OUT, Reed!

Reed: Whoo!

Long: Ulfric laid out...Wolf is up...and he's heading to the corner! Climbs up to the top rope! Wolf with a confident smirk at the crowd as he signals for his big move! Aaand--

[FINISHER POP!]

Long: FULL MOON! FULL MOON! Wolf hitting EVERY BIT of that spectacular maneuver! Ulfric is done! There's the cover!

1!

2!!

3!!!

Reed: It's OVER!! NEW CHAMP!!

Long: NO! NOT OVER! Ulfric got his foot on the bottom rope at the LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT! Only his keen ring instincts saved him there!

Reed: Instincts my ass! It was LUCK, pure and simple!

[Wolf looks up in astonishment before clapping his hands to his face, utterly incredulous that the match is still on.]

Long: Wolf can't believe it... he thought he had the match won!

Reed: And he SHOULD'VE won, if you ask me!

[Panting hard from exertion, glistening with sweat, Wolf fights to his feet, dragging Ulfric with him. He drapes Ulfric's senseless form against the ropes and runs to the far side of the ring. Wolf bounces off the ropes, performs an athletic handspring -- and CLOBBERS Ulfric in the head with an enzuigiri kick so stiff it sends the former PNW Heavyweight Champ flying over the top rope!]

Long: TIDAL CRUSH BY WOLF! ULFRIC KNOCKED TO THE OUTSIDE! WHAT A MOVE!

[Wolf drops to elbows and knees in the ring, physically spent. Tumbling to the floor, Ulfric just lies there, chest heaving. The referee sizes up the situation and begins a ten-count.]

Long: Ulfric's being counted out by the official! I don't know what this will mean for the PNW Heavyweight Title, as titles can not decided by a count-out...But I do know that Wolf won't be satisfied in the least if he wins the match this way, title or no title!

Reed: I know...I know! Can't you see I know that? But Ulfric is showing no sign of getting up! And Wolf doesn't have anything left in him to go out there and bring Ulfy back in!

[SUDDEN RUN-IN POP!]

Long: Wait...someone's running down the ramp! It's Mike Valley!

Reed: What does HE want?

Long: That's Wolf's tag partner in Mass Destruction!

[Mike Valley dashes to the ringside area, looks up at Wolf, looks down at the still-fallen Ulfric. Valley grabs Ulfric roughly by the head, heaves him off the floor, and rolls him back into the ring. He shouts at Wolf to hurry up and pin him. Wolf blinks at his former tag partner a moment as if he doesn't recognize him.]

Long: Valley's out here to help Wolf achieve his dream! Wolf finally mobilizing, crawling over to make the cover on Ulfric!

Reed: Haha! This is it!

Long: Wolf draping his body over Ulfric!

1...

2...

Long: Waitasec! Valley grabbing a chair from ringside -- he's in the ring!

Reed: What's he DOING?!

[CRACK!]

[BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!]

Long: MY GOD, VALLEY JUST FOLDED THAT CHAIR OVER WOLF'S HEAD! WHY ON EARTH DID HE DO THAT?

Reed: That's what I wanna know!

Long: The referee is calling for the bell here...

[Ding, ding, ding!]

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by disqualification.... WOLF!

Long: This is NOT a popular decision, but it's the only one the referee could make! Valley ASSAULTING his own colleague seemingly with NO PROVOCATION! Wolf's been knocked unconscious by that VICIOUS chair shot...and that man, Mike Valley, has royally SCREWED him out of his chance to become the PNW Heavyweight Champion!

Reed: My boy! He screwed my boy! That BASTARD!

Long: Valley slipping to the outside and walking back up the ramp, that dented chair still in his hand...And there is NO trace of remorse on his face, Reed. He's SMILING about what he did tonight...

[The crowd is booing Valley mercilessly as he heads toward the curtain, but he looks like he could not care less. He smiles as he walks to the back, turning around and saying, “We could’ve been a main event team, but now you see who is REALLY main event!”]

Long: And we still have to ask where this leaves the vacated Heavyweight Title--

[HEAVY, renewed booing howls throughout the arena.]

Long: ...Oh no, what now?

Reed: THE SYNDICATE IS HERE!

[On either side of the ringside area, figures are spilling over the guardrail and rushing into the ring. Seth Maverick and Brigham Smith are first, followed by Misty Xiao, Ash the Man-Soon, and the Skipper. Like vultures drawn to carrion, the Syndicate of EVIL quickly swoops down upon the half-conscious Ulfric and proceeds to stomp him ruthlessly. They roll, the now bloodied, Wolf out of the ring after stomping on him a bit too.]

[At his own leisurely pace, while his crew assaults the former PNW Heavyweight Champ, Mr. PB eases himself over the barricade and enters the ringside area. A briefcase is in his hand and a paper bag is, of course, on his head.]

Long: Do these people NEVER quit?! Manifest Destiny, our new PNW and WWA Tag Team Champions -- and Misty Xiao, our first PNW Double Crown Champion -- and their Syndicate associates -- are all laying down a HORRENDOUS beating on Ulfric!

Reed: You say that like it's a bad thing...

Long: Maverick and Smith now hauling Ulfric off the mat, each holding him up by the arm... Ulfric is LIMP, he's barely even CONSCIOUS! Misty moving in front--

[COLLECTIVE GROAN!]

Reed: DAMN!

Long: "The Red Angel" soccer-kicking Ulfric RIGHT in the family jewels!

Reed: That's gonna be one dysfunctional family for a while, Long!

[Ulfric's body goes into violent, involuntary convulsions, and Seth and Brigham almost drop him. PB calmly walks up the ringsteps and ducks into the ring, regarding the human carnage with approval. Turning to Misty Xiao, he hands off the briefcase. Misty dutifully clicks the case open and holds it out.]

Long: Oh Jesus, not the trout AGAIN!

[PB beckons the Skipper to retrieve something from inside the case. The big uniformed man reaches in for the slimy, piscine object -- but PB shakes his head and points to something else.]

Reed: What... NOT the trout?

[Skipper nods and pulls the "something else" out.]

Long: ...A bottle of baby powder?

[PB holds his hand out. Skipper squeezes a puff of white powder into his leader's palm. Then, turning to Ulfric, PB rears back...and SLAPS the former PNW Champ across the face. A white handprint is painted on Ulfric's cheek, and a small cloud of powder expands in the ring.]

Reed: HAH! PB PIMP-SLAPPED HIM!

Long: Talk about adding INSULT to INJURY! I don't know what's worse! That, or the trout!

Reed: That was great!

Long: What a fiasco this so-called 'Night of Champions' turned out to be! Could things possibly get any worse?

[Sean Awesome’s music hits again for about the millionth time tonight. He walks out onto the ramp, clapping for the Syndicate of Evil’s work and with a mic in hand. He looks pleased with himself and also the SoE’s work, he also has the PNW Heavyweight championship strapped around his waist. He motions for the music to be cut and brings the mic to him mouth.]

Long: It looks like I spoke too soon...

Awesome: A DQ victory in our championship match? No champion in the PNW can be crowned on a DQ, our rules even state that! So it looks like I am holding on to this belt EVEN longer! My ‘Night of Champions’ leaves us without our top championship belt being crowned...BUT have no fear, for your fearless leader, my little troglodytes, has a MASTER plan! We will crown a new champion, but not this week or even in the next...no, no, no, we will crown the new champion at my next BIG card which will be in December...and it will be called ONE NIGHT ONLY!! And for one night only, there will be no partners...only enemies! No tag teams, no friends, only a shot to become the PNW Heavyweight Champion! That is, if you can survive the ‘One Night Only’ match...more on that will come closer to time, but until then...NO ONE CAN STOP ME, I AM THE ONLY LEADER AND NOW ALSO THE PNW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!

[Awesome smiles tapping the belt that sits around his waist. He claps again as the SoE as they continue to work over Ulfric. He looks at the carnage in the ring and smiles again and walks to the back. After a few seconds, Tim Johnson and Wiz rush out to run off the SoE and help Wolf and Ulfric to their feet. Wiz helps up Wolf and Johnson helps up Ulfric as they stand there watching as the SoE goes back up the ramp laughing and smiling. The screen focuses on the men in the ring, before fading to the PNW logo and then fading to black.]