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	Sunday Night Showdown Long: Hello and welcome to the jam-packed arena here in Seattle, Washington! This is the Pacific Northwest. This is PNW! (Pyro fires throughout the arena as the crowd go wild. The camera pans through the old and new PNW fans and across the ring, settling ringside on our ring announcers.) Long: Good evening everyone. This is the premiere event for this, the newest incarnation of Pacific Northwest Wrestling. I’m George Long, and to my left is my broadcasting partner Garret Reed. Reed: Take your time introducing me why don’t you. Long: Don’t start. Ladies and gentlemen, we have three incredible matches for you this evening, just to give you a taste of what the PNW is going to be offering you in the weeks and months to come. Reed: Pfft, months he says. With this management I’d be surprised if we make it days in this… (“Back in Black” by AC/DC begins playing over the PA. The crowd is buzzing.) Long: Speaking of which, look who’s coming to the ring right now. Reed: Oh for the love of… Long: Need I remind you this is one of the men who sign your checks? Reed: … Long: That’s what I thought. Now lets see what he has to say. (The camera zooms on the ring entrance.) Back in black I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back [I bet you know I'm...] Yes, I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about I've been looking at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I never die I got nine lives Cat's Eyes Abusin' every one of them and running wild Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring at this time… (A man walks out onto the main stage. He wears a black suit and a black tie, hiding his large physique. He is well over 6 feet tall, and as he walks down the ramp it seems obvious he’s more used to walking in wrestling boots than in dress shoes. The smile on his face is contagious.) 'Cause I'm back Yes, I'm back Well, I'm back Yes, I'm back Well, I'm back, back (Well) I'm back in black Yes, I'm back in black Ring Announcer: …from Portland, Oregon. He is a former three time PNW Tag Team Champion, was the first PNW Hardcore Champion, is a PNW Hall-of-Famer, and he is the current co-President of Pacific Northwest Wrestling. Ladies and gentleman I give you “The Rogue Horseman” CHRIS MANN!!! (Mann makes it to the ring and climbs in, smiling even more after hearing his former nickname. The crowd at this point is going wild.) Reed: Let me guess…he wrote his own introduction. Long: Shhh! (The ring announcer hands Mann the mic as he waits for the crowd to die down.) Mann: Hello Seattle! (Cheap pop.) Mann: Now don’t worry, I’m not doing to take up a lot of your time. We have a great night of wrestling lined up for you folks and we want to get right to it. But I just wanted to tell you all how great it is to be back out here and to be standing once again in a PNW ring. (Another pop, Mann is beaming.) Mann: And I want to guarantee something to all of you. The PNW is back, we are here to stay. And not only will we live up to the days of the DWA and the Misfits and Don Owens… (A good portion of the crowd cheers, remembering those times.) Mann: We won’t just live up to those days…we will top them! Because that’s the way I want it, that’s the way YOU want it, and that’s the way it’s gonna be! (The crowd goes wild and Mann leaves the ring to applause, slapping hands with the fans at ringside as he heads to the back.) Reed: Well that’s five minutes of my life I’m never getting back. Long: He got everyone in here pumping, didn’t he? Reed: Yeah, yeah… Long: Well tonight we have an action filled night. Our first Sunday Night Showdown of the new era will be an awesome affair. We have three… Reed: Three? Long: Yeah. Reed: Boy, that’s a lot. Long: You don’t want to get paid do you? Reed: Whatever. Long: Anyway… Ring Announcer: And… uhm… making his way to the ring, Terror “The Chosen One”. Long: Ok, he’s a bit early. Reed: Some people don’t have a sense of timing, do they. (Terror walks down to the ring and steps in under the ropes. He looks at the ref and waits. Ty Davis slides into the ring.) Long: Well Ty is in the ring, but the match isn’t scheduled to start yet. Reed: Ty Davis is the dumbest referee we have. Long: What? Reed: That’s not saying a lot either. Long: Well terror is in Ty’s face. But we have to go to commercials. Commercials Long: We are back and I guess Terror wants this match started by now. Reed: Yeah, he’s been slapping Davis around. ("Trapt" by Headstrong begins to play over the PA. Red, white, and blue laser lights piece the arena, moving over the crowd [video plays, if there is a screen set up that shows Lockhart doing various signature move and his finishers, as well as winning matches and even some of his amateur wrestling shots like his World championship win]. A man moves from behind the curtain and stands looking at the crowd, his green eyes surveying everything, before then moving his focus to the ring. The monster of a man is wearing his PNW "Locked Hart" t-shirt over his singlet for his entrance to the ring. He poses a bit, flexing and bouncing on the balls of his feet. Then he begins his move towards the ring.) #Circling, your circling, you circle in your head/Contemplating everything you ever said/Now I know the truth, I got a doubt/A different motive in your eyes and now I'm out, see you later# (Stops mid-way to pose some more and then abruptly raising his arms pointing towards the sky and looking up.) #I see your fantasy you want to make a reality paved in gold / See inside, inside of our heads / Well that's all over, I see your motives inside/And your decision to hide# Announcer: Now coming to ring, standing at 6'3 and weighing in at 265 pounds... #Back off we'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong / Headstrong we're Headstrong / Back off We'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong /And this is not where you belong/I can't give Announcer: A former amateur World Champion and internationally renowned wrestling superstar... #Conclusions manifest your first impressions got to be your very best / I see you're full of s*** and that's alright / That's how you play I guess you get through every night / Now that's over# (Continues his move to the ring, stopping right before getting to the ring.) Announcer: "The Shooter" Jason Lockhart! #I see your fantasy you want to make a reality paved in gold / See inside, inside of our heads / Well that's all over, I see your motives inside/And your decision to hide/Back off we'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong / Headstrong we're Headstrong / Back off We'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong /And this is not where you belong (where you belong)/I can't give everything away (this is not where you belong)/ I won't give everything away# (He then continues to move toward the ring, jumping onto the apron, and moving between the ropes into the actual ring.) #I know, I know all about/I know, I know all about/I know I know all about your motives inside and your decision to hide# (He stands in the middle of the ring, as the song is finishing, then balls up his fist and strikes his chest three times before raising it, pointing his index finger to the sky.) #Back off we'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong / Headstrong we're Headstrong / Back off We'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong /And this is not where you belong (where you belong)/I can't give everything away (this is not where you belong)/ I won't give everything away (this is not where you belong)# (He stares across the ring at Terror in the ring.) Long: Look’s like Terror got what he wanted, this match is going to start. Reed: Who’s that other guy? Long: “The Shooter”? He’s world renown. Reed: never heard of him. Long: Well aren’t you a font of nothing. (Arena goes completely dark for several moments and finally the Superstar by Saliva starts. Music plays for several moments while the lights are still out. Suddenly the lights come up and Tim Johnson is standing at the entrance. As the music gets very close to the lyrics pyro goes off on both sides of him exploding upward for several seconds with several blasts of pyro. He waits several more seconds until making his way to the ring where he goes to the far left turnbuckle and just leans against the turnbuckle The music fades to nothing.) Long: Well Superstar is eyeing the other two up. Terror and Shooter are circling. (Jason and Terror lock up. Lockhart slips being with a rear waist lock. Terror goes for a elbow and breaks the hold. Terror slips behind and goes for a full nelson but Lockhart slips out. Johnson charges and drops terror with a quick lariat.) Long: Superstar picked his spot well there. He’s laying the boots into Terror. Reed: Yeah, that’s what Terror gets for wanting the match to start early. Long: Lockhart is up. Left punch sends Jason reeling a few feet back. (Jason follows up with another left before winding up and going for a right cross. Tim blocks the punch and kicks Lockhart in the gut. He locks on a front chancery and goes for a DDT, but it’s countered by Jason with a bridging Northern Lights Suplex.) Long: COVER! 1… 2… Reed: Nice kick to the groin by Terror. That one is right between the uprights. Long: Ty Davis is in his face, he is threatening a DQ there, that move was blatantly illegal. Reed: Bah! (Terror pulls Jason up and whips him into the ropes, he telegraphs a back body drop and gets nailed with a European uppercut. Johnson gets up and watches. Lockhart with an Irish whip sends Terror right towards Johnson who plants him with a huge side slam.) Long: The Superstar with a huge move. Reed: He’s quick to his feet and goes after “The Shooter” with a few punches. Long: Talk about a brawl… Reed: Why? Long: Wha… I was being… (The crowd gives a mild pop as Shooter block a punch and sends Johnson over the top and to the outside. Johnson hit’s hard. Terror is up and charges at Lockhart who moves, Terror then lands a suicide dive on Johnson as he’s trying to stand. Both men are down. Terror immediately clutches his head.) Long: Terror looks hurt. Reed: Good. Long: What? He must have hit his head on the floor! Reed: Cool. Long: Sick bas… (Johnson is up, but to late to see Shooter coming off the top with an ugly looking plancha. Both men fall hard to the floor and are lying there.) Long: Ouch! Reed: Uhm, maybe we should ban top rope to outside moves, nah…. It’s way too much fun to mock. Ty Davis: One! Long: You haven’t mocked any yet? Reed: Huh, well just look at it. No need to mock that was self-explanatory. (The reply airs.) Long: What do you mean, it was very effective, he’s just a big guy, doesn’t have that cruiserweight flare to it. Ty Davis: Two. Long: The ref is giving the ten count. Reed: Aye, Aye, Captain obvious. Ty Davis: Three. Long: Little quick there. Reed: Well, he’s bore like the rest of us. (Lockhart begins to get to his feet.) Long: Wow, Lockhart is about dead. Reed: No that would be Terror, Long: he’s still clutching his neck. (Lockhart shakes the cobwebs out of his head and eyes Terror and Johnson who seems to be making it to his feet.) Ty Davis: Four. Long: They don’t have much time left. Reed: yeah, six minutes the way that guy counts. (Lockhart grabs Terror and rolls him into the ring. Lockhart slides in after him. Lockhart grabs Terror and sets him up for a backdrop.) Long: Lockhart is going to back drop the… (HUGE CROWD POP!) Reed: (Jumping to his feet!) YES! YES! YES! Long: Backdrop Driver! Backdrop Driver! Oh lord. (Terror is motionless as Lockhart wipes his forehead. He cracks his neck and smiles. He steps over the back of terror and locks on a elevated full nelson camel clutch.) Long: Lockhart Lock. Reed: The ref’ is calling the match! (Johnson slides into the ring. He gets in the ref’s face.) Ring Announcer: The winner by Knock out… (Johnson decks Ty Davis and just points at Shooter who releases the hold on Terror.) Ring Announcer: … “Shooter” Jason Lockhart! Long: Lockhart and Johnson are in each other’s face. Reed: Old fashioned stare down, boring. Long: Well talk about a close match, here comes damage control. Reed: Close match? Davis didn’t even give “The Superstar” a chance to break up the move. Total capital b, capital S. (Johnson takes a few steps back before kicking Lockhart in the gut and lifting him into an Olympic Slam, instead of landing on his back though, Shooter is drilled head first into the mat.) Long: Judgment Slam, that’s a trademark move there. Reed: “Superstar” Tim Johnson is walking away, the winner. Long: He lost the match. Reed: he won the battle though. Can he win the war? Long: Let’s go to commercials. Commercials Long: And we are back. (“Self-Esteem” by the Offspring begins to play throughout the arena. The fans all come to their feet, and peer over the guardrail, looking to the entryway.) # I wrote her off for the tenth time today # And practiced all the things I would say # She came over, I lost my nerve # I took her back and made he desert (The curtains part and Scorn steps out from them. He’s met with general confusion from the crowd on hand tonight. He is essentially unknown, so the crowd more or less gives him a respectful applause. Scorn takes a few steps out with his head looking down before stopping. He raises his head and looks out over the crowd. After a few seconds he lowers his head and stalks towards the ring once more.) Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring at this time… from Parts Unknown… # Now I know I’m being used # That’s okay man cause I like the abuse # I know she’s playing with me # That’s okay cause I got no self-esteem (Some fans reach their hands out towards Scorn as he walks. He ignores them and tries to move further away.) Ring Announcer: Weighing in at 184lbs… (Scorn gets to the ring and slides in under the ropes. He crawls on his hands and knees to one of the far corners where he sits.) # We make plans to go out at night # I wait ‘til two then I turn out the light # All this rejection’s got me so low # If she keeps it up I just might tell her so Ring Announcer: Scorn! (He sits with his back towards the ring and the aisle. Scorn sits cross-legged and wraps his arms around the second rope and turnbuckle. He buries his face in the turnbuckle pad where he waits for his opponent.) Long: This Scorn certainly is out of the ordinary. Reed: You would say that. Can’t you stop judging people for minute? I bet this kid’s got talent. Long: You would say that. Anyway, here comes his opponent. (A wolf’s howl is played loudly over the PA, followed quickly by “Pity” by Drowning Pool as the lights in the arena dim. Suddenly the lights flare and Wolf comes out from the curtain and begins pacing the top of the ramp, looking at the crowd. Wolf walks down ramp.) my life served on a plate for all of you to eat take my love and hate Wolf stops on ramp and looks around at crowd but what is this inside of me pity me pity me don't you pity me pity me pity me don't you pity me don’t you pity me Wolf enters ring don’t you pity me Ring Announcer: Weighing in at 218 pounds.... (He goes to the corner opposite Scorn, staring intently at the other wrestler.) under everything something that you can’t see I can’t even believe something is wrong with me Announcer: WOLF!!! pity me pity me don't you pity me pity me pity me don't you pity me don’t you pity me don’t you pity me Reed: Alright, I admit it. This is definitely the freak show match of the evening. Long: Pee Wee Burke is certainly going to have an interesting time. Let’s get the match underway. (Burke calls for the bell and…nothing. Wolf is just standing there, his eyes boring holes into Scorn’s back. Scorn, for his part, has yet to take his head away from the turnbuckle. The crowd is getting silent.) Long: These two do know they’re supposed to wrestle, right? Reed: They’re certainly not getting paid to just stand there. Long: For once we agree…wait, it looks like we might be getting some action. (Wolf walks slowly up to Scorn. Without any warning he grabs the smaller man by the shirt collar and yanks him to his feet.) Long: Here we go! (But Scorn just turns in mid air and quickly jabs Wolf in the chest. The shot isn’t hard, just enough to break the grip, and Scorn quickly falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring, walking away. The crowd is giving him hell.) Reed: Looks like he just doesn’t want to wrestle. Long: But Wolf isn’t going to let him get away with it! (Wolf slides under the bottom rope and quickly follows Scorn, catching him again by the back of the shirt and Irish whipping him into the ring steps.) Long: Oh! Wolf is going to make Scorn fight whether he wants to or not. (Wolf leaps onto Scorn like the animal he’s named for and begins laying in stiff punches to his painted face. Scorn reverses, and lays in some punches of his own. Pee Wee Burke is on the outside trying to break it up, but these two are in an all out brawl.) Reed: And this is definitely getting the fight out of Scorn. We might actually have a decent match here tonight. Long: Why isn’t Burke counting them out? This match isn’t no holds barred. Reed: That’s what we get when our boss is a freakin’ garbage wrestler… (They’re on their feet again, just trading punches. Wolf gets the upper hand and whips Scorn towards the railing. But Scorn reverses and Wolf tastes the steel. Before he can recover Scorn charges and tackles the larger man with a double leg takedown.) Long: LOW BLOW! Reed: What? Where? Long: Don’t play dumb. Scorn just low blowed Wolf as he had him in that takedown. Reed: Hey, as far as I’m concerned, if I didn’t see it and the ref didn’t see it, it didn’t happen. (Scorn picks up Wolf and rolls him into the ring, climbing in after. He grabs Wolf’s hair and delivers a vicious headbutt. Still holding on he runs with Wolf, slamming his head into a turnbuckle. Scorn turns and runs with Wolf to the opposite turnbuckle, repeating the face slam. But he doesn’t stop…1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…) Long: TEN times into the top turnbuckle. Scorn is really taking advantage here. Reed: I’m starting to like this little freak. (Wolf seems out of it, and Scorn takes him and whips him across the ring into the other corner. He runs at Wolf and leaps into the air aiming to his a flying clothesline. But Wolf was playing possum, and he gets a foot up at the last second right into Scorn’s face. Scorn stumbles back but doesn’t fall, and Wolf crouches just for a moment before leveling Scorn with a superkick. But instead of going for a pin, Wolf lifts up Scorn to a kneeling position, backs up, and delivers a perfect sit out dropkick into Scorn’s face. Now he goes for the pin.) Long: And Burke is down to make the count. 1….2…. Reed: NO! Scorn kicks out! He’s a tough little bastard. (Wolf doesn’t let himself become frustrated. He turns quickly and begins to climb the near turnbuckle. The crowd is on its feet.) Reed: Wolf is taking a big risk here… (And he dives off the top rope aiming an elbow at Scorn’s prone body. But Scorn moves at the last second.) Reed: …which doesn’t pay off. Long: Both men down now. No, it looks like Scorn is getting to his feet. (Using the ropes Scorn pulls himself up, shaking his head. He spots Wolf and goes over to him, lifting him up and then planting him right back onto the mat with a scoop slam. He picks Wolf up again and whips him into the rope, catching him on the return with a huge back body drop. Scorn motions for Wolf to get up as he begins climbing a turnbuckle.) Long: Now Scorn going to a corner…let’s see if he has better luck than Wolf. (Wolf slowly to rises to his feet…and is leveled by a top rope clothesline from Scorn. He rolls Wolf over onto his back…) Long: Scorn going for the pin now…no, wait, he’s just choking him. Break it up ref! Reed: He’s really showing his smarts here. He knows Wolf won’t go down easy, so he’s wearing him down. Long: Yeah, illegally! Reed: So? (Referee Pee Wee Burke just about to disqualify Scorn, but he breaks the choke just in time. He moves to Wolf’s legs now, hooking them and turning him over into a Boston Crab. Wolf is fighting it, reaching for the ropes, but he’s not tapping.) Long: Look at the torque on that hold. Wolf must be in agony. (Wolf starts crawling with all his energy towards the rope, and the crowd is getting behind him. He’s an inch away…and grabs the bottom rope. The crowd is cheering like crazy…but Scorn is refusing to let go of the hold.) Reed: Look at that intelligence! What did I tell you? Long: Oh, shut up. (Burke finally having to pry Scorn off of Wolf, and he doesn’t look happy. Burke admonishing Scorn, but the wrestler is ignoring him. He goes to back to Wolf and lifts him off the mat.) Reed: That’s right, finish the job. (But Wolf leaps in the air and pulls off a short drop kick into Scorn’s chest, sending him stumbling across the ring.) Long: Wolf Trap! Reed: What? Long: It’s one of Wolf’s trademark moves. Some of us announcers do research. Reed: Wolf Trap? I call it dumb luck. (Scorn is not happy, and he charges back at Wolf as he gets to his feet. But Wolf sees it coming and leaps frogs his opponent, landing on his back and rolling through into a sunset flip. 1…2…Scorn kicks out. Both men back on their feet, Scorn charges and is caught in a trapping suplex by Wolf. He goes for the pin again, 1…2…kickout! Both men up quickly. As Scorn turns to face him, Wolf leaps in the air and catches him in a head scissors, going for a hurricarana…but Scorn holds onto his legs and drives Wolf to the mat with a powerbomb. He goes for the pin, 1…2…another kickout! Both men once again getting to their feet…and the crowd is going crazy.) Long: An amazing show of ability from both men, and the crowd likes it. Reed: I’m not sure who got the better out of that exchange. (Scorn rushes Wolf, going for a clothesline, but it’s ducked. As he turns around, Wolf lands a hard right jab into Scorn’s face. Then a left, a right, a left, a right, a left. Wolf motioning to the crowd just a little and goes for one big right, but Scorn ducks it. Wolf stumbles and Scorn locks on a sleep hold. He holds it for just a moment, and then falls to his stomach slamming Wolf to the mat with a huge modified neckbreaker.) Long: Drop! That’s Scorn’s finisher. Reed: Yes! (Burke goes down for the count. 1…2…3!!!!) (DING, DING, DING!) Ring Announcer: And your winner, at 12 minutes and 32 seconds, SCORN!!!! (The crowd for the most part boos, but there is some scattered applause. Scorn ignores it all and rolls out of the ring, heading for the back with his filthy hair hanging over his eyes. Burke checks on Wolf in the ring.) Long: And just like that it’s over. For his entire passiveness at the beginning of the match, it goes to show how dangerous this Scorn can be. Reed: One move and it was all over. The better freak certainly won tonight. Long: But with the intensity we saw here tonight, I wouldn’t be surprised if this wasn’t the last time we see Scorn and Wolf go at it. Reed: Yeah. Long: Well’s it’s time for commercials. We will see you after these words, from our sponsors. Commercials Long: Hello my friends… Reed: We meet again? Homo… Long: WHAT? Reed: Sapien. Long: Take humor lessons, please. Reed: They teach that? (The arena lights dim.) Long: Ok, I guess it’s main event time. #You don't need divine intervention for all the things that you never can face you don't need good intentions cause in the end it is all just a waste we all need an endless vacation from all the problems the world can provide we just need reconciliation to repair what is wrong in our lives# Reed: Not the main event, it’s Fox time. #i can't face the day don't want to try i want to waste away till i'm lost save me from all the chaos i'll radiate till i'm gone so wait so many things that i'll never break away wait save your answers there's nothing when you're gone from here# (Fox emerges from the back, dressed in dark purple polyester suit and his trademark grin. Well he’s have the trademark grin if he wasn’t shoving a twinky into his mouth. The young businessman waddles towards the ring.) Long: This could take some time folks. #it's only another day wasted that's replayed in the back of your mind a snapshot that you suffocated among the shadows and little white lies you don't need a crude benediction a pale savior you can sacrifice you just need a new definition when you're feeling alone in the night# (Fox finally gets to the ring and steps in. He waits for the music to end and smiles. He has a mic tossed to him but manages to fumble as he catches it, mic hitting the ground. The crowd laughs and Fox’s face turns red. He tries bending over, but it takes ot much effort. He drops to one knee and picks the mic up.) Long: the crowd is really laying into Fox. Reed: unjustly I must say. Fox: Shut Up! Shut up! Shut Up! Shut up! (Fox begins to throw a small tantrum but the crowd silences to a low murmur.) Fox: Like I said, shut up when I’m talking to you. Reed: (Singing) Shut Up. Long: Garret? Reed: Sorry. Fox: (Glances at the commentators.) Good, be quiet. I know you all heard from the Rogue Horseman. (Crowd pop) Fox: Well I’m Jeffrey Fox, your lord and protector. King of the PNW. (No crowd reaction.) Long: Uhm, what? Reed: I didn’t get that. Fox: Anyway. What is a “Rogue Horsemen”? Does he ride rogue horses? Is he a rogue that looks like a horse-man? Well I would guess the latter. His face does resemble a horse’s ass. (Crowd boos.) Fox: Sure, sure, side with that jackass. I guess it’s true what the say about people from Longview they’d follow any dick around. Usually on their hands and knees. (Crowd boos.) Fox: Shut up, just go home and ask your wives, hell how do you think they paid for the polish for your trailers. (Crowd boos.) Fox: Boo all you want, you paid me good money to be here, and we have a strict time limit. So if you miss the main event, don’t blame me. (More boos.) Long: Fox isn’t the most popular guy around is he? Reed: Course he is, like he said ask their wives. Fox: (To himself, but the mic broadcast it.) My good these people have less teeth then the English. (Crowd boos.) Fox: (Shakes his head.) Whatever, you guys smell. I’m leaving. (Fox wobbles his way down the steps.) Fox: After I guest commentate. (More boos as fox walks over to the commentators booth.) `The lights cut out in the arena, and we hear two voices, one belonging to a woman, the other to a man.` Woman -- The Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear? Man -- You are not feared. Ron -- That voice sounds familiar.... Woman -- The Lord is the stronghold of my life, of whom shall I be afraid? Man -- I am not afraid. Night Falls Soon....the Nightbringer is coming for your soul. The fans roar, shaking the very foundation of the building, as they now can tell who's speaking. "Rock The Party (Off The Hook) -- Nightfall Mix" by P.O.D. begins to rock the arena, as the big screen lights up with one word. NIGHTBRINGER `Corey steps out onto the entryway, his long white trench coat on. As the intro section of the song begins to wrap up....] BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The lyrics kick in as Corey raises a hand to the crowd to acknowledge the raucous welcome.` He came here to rock this jam And spread His love is the master plan So let this light ignite like a star And everybody in the party knows who we are Ya gotta get down, dance 'round, floss ya style NRC, guarantee, make it worth your while Bad vibes, leave 'em at the door Soulcheck'n Housewreck'n leave 'em beggin' for more `Corey head bangs to the music as he slowly makes his way down the aisle, the fans joining in to the metal beat.` We came to rock this party all night long From the left to right, and the back to front So party people won't ya sing that song? Over here over there and everywhere NRC came to rock this party all night long And to my brothers, and to my sisters And keep it live till the break of dawn `Corey reaches the ringside area, and makes his way around the guardrail, slapping hands with the fans, and continuing to headbang with those that want to do so.` Hey DJ won't ya play that song And he'll keep dancing till the break of dawn Keep it live like the way it should NRC is gettin'crazy so you know it's all good B-boys, fly girls one time Friend of yours is a friend of mine Won't bother stopping till this jam is though If you been here before then you know how he do `Corey stops and looks at his opponent, his ice-blue eyes focusing intently on him.` We came to rock this party all night long From the left to right, and the back to front So party people won't ya sing that song? Over here over there and everywhere NRC came to rock this party all night long And to my brothers, and to my sisters And keep it live till the break of dawn Corey hops onto the ring apron and moves to a corner. He slowly takes off the trenchcoat, never removing his eyes from his opponent the whole time. He steps into the ring and grins at his waiting adversary. We gotz to play what we feel Then I can say I came real Don't wanna be caught mess'n around Cuz a party ain't a party when it gets shut down Off the hook, with the cutz, that's right Feel'n loose cuz it sounds so tight Rock da spot till the very end Make sure that you're there when we do it again Corey takes a turn climbing up on each of the four turnbuckles, holding his arms high to the fans each time as they respond with a thunderous pop. Every time he crosses by his opponent, he takes care to watch every move he makes. We came to rock this party all night long From the left to right, and the back to front So party people won't ya sing that song? Over here over there and everywhere NRC came to rock this party all night long And to my brothers, and to my sisters And keep it live till the break of dawn The music fades as Corey steps to the referee, and is checked for foreign objects as he begins to focus completely on the task at hand. Long: There is “The Nightbringer”. Reed: So, he brings night? Fox: So his name would say. [The airy, hollow voice penetrates the p.a.system.] This is what I become..... [The voice is close to being recognizable, but at the same time it is unknown to us.] My pain will become yours..... [ A dark figure is produced on the screen. Bright white lights flash behind him, illuminating his figure. And the first bass and acoustic riff begins to sound out.] #You take a mortal man, # [His blond hair on top is only a fraction of an inch long. You can see the places where he has been scared from multiple battles in his life.} #And put him in control # [His head begins to lift, so slightly that the only thing that is produced in the time is the top of a spike that comes from his eyebrow.] #Watch him become a god,# [A scar runs from his forehead lateral to his left ear. It is so slight, because of the time and money that was spent to reduce the size.] #Watch peoples heads a'roll # [The first thing that is recognizable, the blue eyes. They hold more emotion than the face itself. They were once caring, but something has taken all that away. They are full of disdain and contempt now. #A'roll...# [The spot lights area towards the entrance ramp. The crowd jumps to its feet to see him again. The chorus hits the pa system and about that time a stray light catches a glimpse of the man we once knew far away from the ring, in the crowd. Standing like a monster, scared of nothing, he makes his movements to the ring. ] #Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes, Swaying to the Symphony... Of Destruction # [His attire features two new things. He has donned a black shirt that states, in red lettering, Respect is not earned; It's Taken. The second item is a pair of thigh length, spandex shorts. Across the back it states, T D H. Down his left thigh the word that is stated is Scorned. Down his right thigh is the word, Disrespected;. A black towel covers his head so that no one can know who this is, if the piercing and the eyes didn't tell you who it was then you will have to wait.] #Acting like a robot, # [He makes his way to the ring side area, he places one foot on the step and reaches out his hand and grabs the ring post.] #Its metal brain corrodes. # [He pauses for the fans and then makes his way up the steps.] #You try to take its pulse, # [He walks the outer edge of the ring and places his back against the ropes and waits.] #Before the head explodes. # [As soon as this line hits his head launches back and the covering it tossed off. Revealing to the world that this man is Mike Sloan. ] #Explodes... # [The chorus hits again as he makes his way into the ring.] #Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes, Swaying to the Symphony... Of Destruction # [He leans over and picks up his towel and hangs it on the far right turnbuckle.] #The earth starts to rumble # [The red insignia, TDH, is embroider into it also.] #World powers fall# [He pulls his torso out of the shirt and tosses it to the floor.] #A'warring for the heavens, # [He places his back against the corner and stretches his back over the ropes, popping every vertebrate there.] #A peaceful man stands tall # [He stands a man with nothing to lose and everything to gain from this point on.] Fox: And “The Dark Horse” Mike Sloan. Long: Mike F. N. Sloan. Fox: Shut up, George. Reed: Finally someone put him in his place. (Corey looks for a lock up and Sloan rubs his chin. Sloan and Corey lock up. They begin fighting for position. Sloan use a kick to the gut to bend Ryan over then follows up with an elbow to the back.) Fox: Nice! (Sloan stomps on Corey a few times and pulls him up. He whips him into the ropes and nails a spinning elbow. Corey hits the ground again. Sloan raises his arms up and the crowd boos him) Long: he’s an arrogant a… Fox: Winner. Long: I was going for… Fox: Didn’t I tell you to shut up? Reed: yes you did. (Ryan is up and he rolls Mike up with a quick schoolboy.) 1… Long: Kick out. Fox and Reed: Of course. Fox: Richards seems a little quick on the count. Reed: Yes he did. Long: What? (Sloan and Corey are up. Sloan takes a few steps backed, he looks pissed. Mike and Corey approach closely. Sloan goes for a lock up but Ryan knees him and goes for a rear waist lock. Sloan with a quick elbow and then a snap mare. He goes for a sleeper.) Long: Nice move by Sloan. Fox: You got that right. (Corey fights to his feet and him and jockeys for position. He gets the advantage and drops Sloan with a backdrop. Both men lay on the ground for a few seconds. Nightbringer is up first and slowly pulls The Dark horse up.) Long: Piledriver from Corey. 1… 2… Fox: yes! Another kick out. (Sloan is up and pissed. He and Corey go to lock up. Sloan plants a huge elbow to the jaw of Corey. Sloan grabs Ryan and takes him over with a vertical suplex. Sloan keeps it locked on and rolls through. He lifts Corey up and brings him down again. Sloan rolls through and looks for another suplex.) Reed: Trifecta! Long: Corey counter! (Crowd pop) Fox: Thanks for the Jinx, Garret. Long: Corey floated over and nailed a release German. Both men are down. Richards: One! Fox: What is he counting for? Long: Standing ten count. Richards: Two! Fox: But Sloan is down! Reed: We need a new senior referee. Richards: Three! (Corey begins to pull himself up using the ropes. Sloan is crawling towards them himself.) Long: They are beginning to stir. Fox: Come on Sloan. Richards: Four! (Nightbringer is almost up. Sloan is beginning to rise.) Fox: Damn it Sloan. Get up! Long: Corey is up. Fox: Damn! (Nightbringer looks around and charges, nailing Sloan with a lariat. Ryan quickly follows up with a dragon sleeper but Sloan clutches the ropes. Corey breaks it quickly.) Long: Ryan playing it safe. Fox: or dumb. (Ryan backs off and Mike stands. Corey charges again but Mike kicks him in the gut. Mike follows up with a quick DDT and covers.) 1… 2… Fox: Yes! Long: Foot on the ropes! Reed: no! (Sloan pulls Corey up and locks on a standing head scissors. Ryan tries to fight it but Sloan nails him in the back with a double axe handle. Sloan goes for a cradle Piledriver and the crowd loves it. He covers.) 1… 2… Fox: 3! Long: Kick out! Fox: Shut up! Long: Sorry. Reed: you should be. Fox: Richards doesn’t know what he’s doing. (Fox gets up and closes his chair. He walks to the ring apron.) Long: this looks bad for Corey. (Fox gets on the apron as Corey and Sloan tie up. Fox steps in the ring and drops Richards with the chair. Corey comes out and head and arm suplex dropping Sloan. Corey is up and nailed with a chair from Fox. The crowd boos.) Long: What is Fox is doing? Reed: The right thing. Long: Sloan covers. 1… 2… Long: Kick out! Reed: No! (Fox is irate. He has Sloan pull Corey up, Sloan looks at Fox and shoves him. He grabs the chair and plasters it across the head of Corey.) Long: Sloan taking things into his own hands. Richards is getting up. Reed: Sloan with a german, bridge for a pin. Long: Fox and Richards are counting! 1… 2… 3… (Ding. Ding.) Long: That’s it folks. Reed: Who pinned who? Long: What? Reed: Well Sloan’s shoulder were down too, so who wins? Long: Uhm. (Fox and Richards are arguing. Fox gives in and throughs his hands up in the air. Sloan and Corey are in opposite corners watching. Sloan glances at Corey and sneers. Richards goes to the announcer.) Ring Announcer: This match has been ruled a draw. Both men were pinned at the end of the match. Long: Whoa! Reed: Sloan is pissed. He’s in Fox face. Long: The Nightbringer is in disbelief as well. He’s offering his hand to Sloan. (Sloan kicks Corey in the gut and nails a fluid Burning Hammer.) Long: Scorned! Reed: Fox is cheering. (Sloan stands and looks at Fox. Kick to the gut and then another burning hammer.) Long: HE SCORNED FOX! Reed: MY GOD! (Sloan stands in the ring to a mixture of boos and cheers, mostly boos. He raises his arms as the show goes off the air.)

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