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	Sunday Night Showdown {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.} I look at you, then you, me Hungry and thirsty are we Holding the lion's share, holding the key Holding me back 'cause I'm striving to be Better than you Better than you {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.} Lock horns, I push and I strive Somehow I feel more alive Bury the need for it, bury the seed Bury me deep when there's no will to be Better than you Better than you {The highlights roll into a flash of Chris Hollywood plastering Syphon with a massive spine buster. We flash into “Superstar” tapping to the sharpshooter from Wolf. We then flash into Scorn countering into the Drop as Lockhart goes for the Judgment Slam on Scorn. We then flash to the PNW logo again before cutting to the ringside announcers.} Long: Welcome to another night of action here in the Pacific Northwest. Reed: (To himself) Just remember this is a family show. Long: What? Reed: Nothing, just what a few soccer moms sent e-mails to me about? Could have used more pictures. Long: I didn’t even know you could even read. Reed: I read Heff’s magazine every month. Long: Well last week we had the mini tournament with Scorn advancing to take on Jake Devins at Uprising. Reed: Impressive for the young star, but he has Blade tonight. Long: He got past Lockhart by reversing the Judgment Slam. Reed: Which Lockhart was stealing from Johnson. Long: Yes it is one of Tim’s signature moves. Reed: So Lockhart got what he deserves. Long: Anyway, our first match tonight should really be a main event, but for some reason Fox has some crazy booking ideas. Reed: You can say that again, but don’t. {The tron flickers to life.} Long: This is rather unexpected. Reed: Yes, rather. {Suddenly the screen fades to the PNW office building. The camera is focused intently on the front door as a man in a mask walks out. He is holding a briefcase.} Long: Uhm, what! {The scene fades out as the masked man walks away.} Reed: O… K… what was that about? Long: I have no clue. Reed: Wonder what’s in the briefcase. Long: Well let’s get back to the match coming up. Reed: Scorn and Blade, maybe Scorn has something to do with it. Long: We have Blade a world-renowned superstar taking on Scorn, a man making an impact in the PNW and soon the whole WWA. Reed: Speaking of which… [“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 a wall of boos from the crowd on hand tonight. 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 think this kid’s got talent. Long: You would say that. Reed: Anyway, it’s time for the man we came here to see, Blade. {#1 By Nelly begins to play and out comes Blade. The crowd plays to a huge pop mostly cheers. He walks down to the ring and up the steps. He steps into the ring looking smug.} Ring Announcer: Introducing, from St. Paul, Minnesota, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds… he is BLADE! Long: The crowd is behind Blade in this match. {Scorn takes a seat in the corner; Ty Davis just looks at him and then signals for the bell.} Ding. Ding. Ding. Long: Well Blade is staring at Scorn, who is just sitting in the corner. Reed: Uhm… {BOOOOOO!} Reed: Wow, this is a fast pace cruiser match. Long: Ty Davis is trying to get Scorn to fight. Scorn is sliding outside of the ring. {RAAAH!} Long: baseball slide from Blade, he’s taking the fight to Scorn. {Blade tosses the downed Scorn into the ring. Blade hops to the apron and waits on the outside. Scorn rolls to his feet and Blade comes off with a springboard dropkick but Scorn just swats it away.} Reed: Big miss from Blade. Long: Scorn looks to be ready to get this thing going now; blade must have really motivated him. Reed: Scorn charges and plants two huge boots to the face of the rising Blade. What a dropkick. {Scorn mounts Blade and starts pounding into him with left and rights. Ty Davis pulls him off and Scorn takes a few steps back.} Long: Scorn is being pretty reckless with those punches. Reed: Reckless? That was brilliant. Long: Brilliant? Reed: Yeah, take an advantage whenever you can. Long: Well Blade is getting to his feet. He locks up with Scorn. Reed: Irish whip by Scorn, Blade comes back. Long: Scorn with the leapfrog. Reed: Blade coming back again and going for a tornado DDT. Long: Scorn counters. Reed: No, Blade counters out of the Northern Lights and slips behind. He looks to be going for a reverse DDT, no he spins him into an ace crusher. Cover! Davis: One! Davis: Two! Long: Kick out! Reed: Blade is looking a bit disappointed there. {Blade pulls Scorn up and whips him into the ropes; he goes for a backdrop but Scorn counters with a knee to the face. He grabs Blade by the waist and takes him down with a side belly to belly. Scorn goes to the top and comes off with a flying elbow.} Reed: Oh yeah, Scorn with the pin fall attempt. Davis: One! Davis: Two! {RAAAAH!} Long: Blade with a kick out! {Scorn gets up and shakes his head. He watches Blade intently as he gets to his feet. Blade shakes his head out a bit as he eyes up Scorn. Scorn looks at Blade before running into the ropes. He goes for a low dropkick but Blade jumps out of the way. Scorn pops up quickly and goes for a double leg takedown. He takes Blade down and goes for a Boston crab. Blade fights it so Scorn goes for a hot shot. Blade comes off but somehow lands on the ropes.} {RAAAAAAAH} Reed: My god! Long: Blade came back with a back heel kick! Scorn didn’t expect hat. Reed: neither did the fans. Davis: one! Reed: Davis is starting the ten count as both men are down after that. Davis: Two! Davis: three! Long: Blade is rising to his feet! Davis: Four! Reed: But he fell down again, Scorn is motionless. Davis: Five! Davis: Six! Long: Blade is finally to his feet. Reed: He pulls Scorn up; he’s going for the Buzzsaw! Long: Scorn slips behind Sleeper hold! That’s going to be… Reed: Blade breaks it with a low blow! Long: Blade spins him around! Left! Right! Reed: Scorn blocks, he hooking him for a fisherman’s buster! Long: TEAR FACTORY! Reed: NO! Blade slips behind… {RAAAAAAAAAAAAH!} Long: BUZZSAAAAAAAAAAAW! Davis: One! Davis: Two! Davis: Three! Reed: Blade got it. He beat Scorn! Long: What a contest! Reed: Blade is leaving for the back. He’s going to be a big star. Long: he already is. Reed: Scorn is heading to the back now, and we have to prepare for our next match. Long: “The Sandman” Devon Slayton against Jonathon Cross. Reed: Cross have been heating things up here in the WWA, and I think the PNW is going to feel the brunt of the heat. `(The lights in the arena fade to a blacklight as several blue spotlights begin searching the arena as drum and guitar lines along with an odd sqauking noise starts up as "End of Everything" by Stereomud begins to play)` `Voice: You will not waste my time I will do anything I want to anyway This will be the end of everything that you know I know we're killing for the raven so here we go Don't even try to hold me down Watch me Be afraid This is the way that it is Get ready here I come Dropping down on you Don't want and try to run And when I'm finished with you Watch me Be afraid` `(Suddenly there is a set of pyros that go off rather loudly as the song enters it's chorus as the "Sandman" Devon Slayton makes his appearance into the arena)` `(Have you ever been afraid of someone? I've never been afraid of no one)` `[2x] I do not fear Have you ever been afraid of someone?` `I've never been afraid of no one` `I do not fear` `Have you ever been afraid of someone?` `I've never been afraid Afraid!` `Raven` (Devon slowly makes his way to the ring, he high fives several fans on his way down to the ring. His priest's coat making him looking a little bit more formidable than normal with his dreadlocked hair hanging loose over his face, adding a very intriguing look as he goes, still high fiving or ignoring the fans as he goes. When Devon finally gets to the ring, he slides under the bottom ropes and then quickly stands up and climbs up the nearest turnbuckles and crosses his arms over his chest and he looks out at the sea of fans as the song continues) `You will not waste my time` `I will do anything I want to anyway` `This will be the end of everything that you know` `I know we're killing for the raven so here we go` `Don't even try to hold me down` `Watch me Be afraid` `This is the way that it is` `Get ready here I come` `Dropping down on you` `Don't want and try to run` `And when I'm finished with you` `Watch me Be afraid` `(Devon reaches up and removes his shades which he tosses into the crowds before he begins to remove his priest coat, revealing his ring gear underneath as the ring announcer makes his introduction)` `Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, from Seattle Washington. Weighing tonight at two hundred and thirty two pounds at a height of six feet three inches. He is the self proclaimed "Human Horror Show, he is the "Sandman" Devon Slayton!!!` `(Devon goes and leans against the far turnbuckle post as the song finishes up)` `(Have you ever been afraid of someone? I've never been afraid of no one)[2x]` `I do not fear Have you ever been afraid of someone?` `I've never been afraid of no one I do not fear` `(Have you ever been afraid of someone? I've never been afraid of no one) [2x]` `I do not fear` `(Have you ever been afraid of someone? I've never been afraid of no one) [2x]` `I do not fear` `Have you ever been afraid of someone? I've never been afraid of no one Raven` `(Have you ever been afraid of someone? I've never been afraid of no one) [3x]` `Raven` `(Have you ever been afraid of someone? I've never been afraid of no one) [2x]` `(The lights go back to normal as the music fades out) Reed: Slayton is waiting on Cross now. [The arena goes black... as The Blood Brother's "Every Breath is a Bomb" blasts over the loudspeakers...] [It starts...]` `(fake fake flowers) (fake funeral) This room is a fluorescent tomb: it's brazen bulbs mimic death's hyena croon. He pulls on her wires, she jerks to attention, she's animated again, she's talking to a hypodermic reflection. [A singular white cross appears upon the tron, as white pyro blasts from either side of the entranceway.]` `[He's coming...]` `We've watched it all from the window ledge...the nurses offer their condolences... tougnes flapping I can't make out your tone, out hearts beat in slow motion.` `[Yet another flash of white, and he appears... encircled in the remaining smoke from the bursts of light, gazing towards the ring. He gives a cocky half-smile towards his opponent in the ring, as he raises an arm...]` `[He points...]` `If we make it to the final scene...(fake flowers!) show me the sapphire pit (fake tomb) peel the candy crust off my body (fake flowers) throw in the brittle skeleton...(fake tomb)` `[That very same finger crosses underneath his neck, in a dragging motion...]` `[...beheaded...]` `Can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang bang? Can you knit the stiletto back to the bloodstain? Can you put the bite back the the beast you've broken, tied and tamed? Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain?` `[He starts his journey, down the rampway... never unlocking his eyes from his opponent...]` `[He's focused...]` `So doctor won't you pull the fucking plug? Won't you cut the cord? Because you can't put the life back into this hospital ward. She's gonna make it out ok...but she's shaking like a revolution...and she stares at the fire all day... mumbling to herself..."` `[He slides in, under the bottom rope... leaping, with incredible agility, onto the second turnbuckle, and raising his arms high into the air...]` `[He's ready...]` `every hole has a snake in it...Every crotch is a siamese gun,every ray of sunshine hides a cancerous chime,every breath is a bomb."` `[He drops down... shaking his arms loosely, as he turns to face his opponent once more... for the final time before the war begins...]` `[...take no prisoners...]` Ding. Ding Ding. {Cross and Slayton lock up. Cross comes out with a rear waist lock. He goes for a takedown but Slayton blocks with his leg before using an elbow to break the grip of Cross. Slayton goes running into the ropes and comes back with a flying lariat, but Cross ducks. Slayton rolls to his feet and circles Cross.} Reed: Quick series of moves, Slayton and Cross lock up again, quick knee from Cross followed up with a vertical. That was a textbook suplex. Long: Cross pulls him up Irish whip, he goes for a clothesline, ducked by Slayton… no countered into a neck breaker. Slayton’s not wasting time. He locks on a sleeper. Reed: He’s trying to wear the bigger man down early. {A few mixed pops as Cross starts to fight back. He fights his way up to a vertical base and uses a few elbows to the midsection to dislodge Devon. He pushes Devon off an into the ropes and takes him down with a huge powerslam.} Long: What a show of power from Cross! Reed: he covers! Davis: one! Davis: Tw… Long: Kick out from Slayton. Reed: Cross pulls him up and looks to be going for a powerbomb! Long: Countered with a sunset flip! Davis: one! Davis: two! Davis: Th… Long: Kick out! Reed: This is too early in the match to be going for power bombs, and I think Cross learned that. Long: Oh yeah, the hard way. Reed: Slayton waiting on Cross, kick to the gut followed by a butterfly suplex. Slayton flips over into another sleeper hold. Long: Sandman is really trying to make sure Cross isn’t in this one. Reed: Again Cross fights his way out of it, but this time takes him down with a huge belly to back suplex. Long: That’s a backdrop Garret. Reed: Cross floats into the cover. Davis: One! Davis: Two! Davis: Th… Reed: Another kick out! Long: Cross with an Irish whip on Slayton as he pulled him up… Reed: Counter! Long: Spear from Slayton! He rolls Cross over and hooks on his camel clutch dragon sleeper combo, that’s painful. Reed: no, that’s the Dragon Clutch. Long: Ty is checking on Cross, but Jonathon won’t give up. Reed: He’s close to the ropes. He can almost reach them. Long: yeah but Devon is really cranking on him with that move. Reed: Cross is reaching… Long: Too short, Slayton is reaching a little more. Reed: Cross almost got the ropes! Long: He’s… Reed: got them! Long: Slayton is breaking the hold. Reed: he should have waited a little longer, that could have broken Cross. Long: Slayton’s up and plants a pair of boots into the mouth of Cross. He’s going to be drinking his meals! Reed: Slayton pulls Cross up and Irish whip. He goes into a sleeper hold! Long: He is really wearing Cross down… {BAM!} Reed: backdrop! Long: Pinning! Davis: One! Davis: Two! Davis: thre… Long: Kick OUT! Reed: That was close for Slayton, Cross had a lot of power in that move. Long: Cross tosses Devon into the corner, huge clothesline! Reed: Slayton stagers out and into an Oklahoma… Long: No! Devon slipped behind… Reed: Cobra Clutch! Long: Cross is trying to fight it, Slayton dragging him to the middle of the ring with… {RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!} Long: X-FACE HALO Reed: A huge Cobra Clutch Bomb! He covers! Davis: One! Davis: Two: Davis: Thr… Reed: No, kick out by Cross! Long: Slayton is up; he pulls Cross to his feet. Uppercut from cross, he’s going for a powerbomb! Reed: Slip behind from Slayton! {RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH} Long: DEVILS TOUCH! Davis: One! Davis: TWO! Davis: THREE! Reed: Slayton got it, he used his finisher to win the match! Long: What a move. {Slayton begins to celebrate in the ring. Then there is laughter in the background. The laughter gets louder and Slayton begins to look around. Slayton looks at the tron and notices that Wrec Hannibal is on it. Wrec with a cocky look on his face begins to speak} Hannibal: You call that a match? Looks like something out of an amateur wrestling school. Oh no. Look at this. I got you in a butterfly suplex. Give me a break. {Hannibal laughs even harder than stops} Hannibal: Where did you learn to wrestle, some crap school for hicks? Oh wait. I’m sorry your father was some big hotshot wrestler named Reaver. I bet you think your doing your father proud wrestling like a Jackass in that very ring. The only thing your doing Slayton is killing your fathers name. You should go back to your garage band and dream that dream of making something of yourself cause you’re not going to do it in the PNW. You see in this federation, you need talent. Not the reputation of being the second-generation wrestler that is only going to kill your father’s name. {Wrec looks over to the right as if somebody is talking to him. Wrec then looks over at forward towards the camera.} Hannibal: Do yourself and the rest of the PNW a favor Slayton and give up. If you don’t I will make you and we all know that you don’t want that. I mean everyone knows that I am a lot better than you. And that your stupid finisher the Devil’s Touch is just some lame sloppy move that you picked up watching the other wrestling federations. I bet you even got that attire from a wrestling federation right? {Wrec thinks for a second.} Hannibal: I know Bikers Bitch Federation right. I bet you were the bitch. Judging from the pasted on Scars I would say I am right. You probably picked them up from a grocery store. Or are they rub on scars? {There is laughter in the background of Wrec.} Hannibal: Anytime you want to prove me wrong Slayton, you just name the time. But until that time. You better be hitting the wrestling school cause once we meet. It isn’t going to be for the faint of heart. I will give you some real scars. Then you can actually go to your father and show him you’re a man. For you will learn what the Onslaught of Violence is all about. {The Titan-Tron goes to static and now you see Slayton in the ring just looking up at the Titan-Tron in disbelief.} ~ Commercials ~ Long: Well looks like Wrec has taken an interest in Slayton. Either of the two men could become the next PNW Tag team Champions. Reed: Could be true, or it could be a team from the Trinity, whoa re in the ring now waiting for their match. Long: Where’s Ty Davis? Reed: he went to the back, I think. Long: he’s running a little late. {We cut to footage from backstage. We see Ty Davis walk up to a door labeled “Fox”.} Long: What is he doing back? {Davis knocks on the door.} Reed: looks like he’s ready to talk to the Boss. Fox: (Muffled) Come in! {Davis walks into the office. It is very pimp-a-licious. The lard ness of Fox overflows his chair and even the buttons on his green shirt seem ready to burst. Though only twenty-two he has a style that harkens back to bad movies from the seventies. He motions to Davis to sit down.} Fox: (On The Phone) No, Lilly I didn’t say that! {Fox rolls his eyes.} Fox: {Still on phone.} Well maybe I did, but I didn’t mean it. He tricked me. I didn’t have sex with you. I mean Why would I? {He pauses.} Fox: {Guess what?} Exactly! {His eyes bulge.} Fox: I didn’t mean to say your ugly… yes… no… argh! That damn Warden. {Fox slams the phone down and looks at Davis angrily.} Fox: What do you want? Davis: I won’t ref this match. Fox: What? Davis: I will not ref this match with “Superstar” Tim Johnson. Fox: Tell me I’m not hearing this, you won’t? Davis: Correct. Fox: Ah… no. You… will… ref… this… match… nimrod. Davis: “Superstar” threatened me. Fox: He probably threatened me too. I’m not worried. Davis: Only because your not going to be in the ring. Fox: You calling me a coward? Davis: I didn’t say that. Fox: But you meant it, you know what, you won’t ref this match, but if “Superstar” pins a member of the Trinity, he gets to face you in a match. Davis: Gulp. Fox: Why did you say gulp? Davis: Uhm… Fox: You’re a moron. Send Pee Wee to the ring. Davis: yes, sir. {We cut back to the ring where we still see the Trinity standing. Entropy is smoking a cigarette.} Long: So… Reed: Should he be smoking? Long: Probably not. Reed: Whoa re we waiting on? Long: Johnson, Lockhart and Hollywood. Reed: Ok. Long: And Pee Wee Burke. (The gentle guitars of Dee Snider's, Inconclusion begin to play as the lights fade almost completely out, the crowd left in shadows. The gentle riffs play on and as each bass note plays, a new spotlight falls on the entrance way. After a good fifty seconds, the crowd begins to get a little impatient. Suddenly, the explosions light the arena as the hard note hits and the song begins it's true rhythm. Chris Hollywood walks out from behind the curtain, his shades hanging cockily on the edge of his nose as he stares at the crowd. He looks from right to left and back again before pushing his glasses back, hiding his eyes. As Dee Snider's voice fills our ears, he begins his journey to the ring. Walking with the rhythm of the music, he slowly paces to the ring. A line of photographer's line the aisle, taking snapshot after snapshot as he approaches the ring. He walks up the steps and climbs in under the top rope. He stands in the ring and runs at the far turnbuckle, leaping up onto the middle rope as the song hits it's hardest moment. He takes off his glasses and tosses them to a ring attendant, warning them of trouble for any damage visited to them. He hops down as the music fades out, just waiting for the bell to sound.) Long: Well Hollywood is here and starting down the Trinity. Reed: Syphon must be pissed that Hollywood used him as a rag doll last week. Long: Probably. {Arena goes completely dark for several moments and finally the entrance music 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 waiting for his opponent to come to the ring. Music fades to nothing.} Long: And here is “Superstar”! Reed: So we are just waiting on… Long: No one! The Trinity are pounding on Superstar… Reed: And Hollywood is just watching. Long: Entropy has Superstar up, and spins him intot he mat with a Samoan Drop. Reed: Syphon and Richter are just eyeing Hollywood up. Pee Wee is running from the back. Long: Entropy with an Irish whip, but Johnson takes him down with a clothesline. {“Headstrong” by Trapt begins to play.} Reed: “Shooter’s” Music! Long: Double clotheslines take down Syphon and Richter. Entropy rolls to the outside as Lockhart walks slowly to the ring smiling. Reed: Johnson has cleared the ring and is staring at Lockhart as he walks to the ring. Richter behind Superstar and sets him up for a Reverse DDT! {CRACK!} Long: Super kick from Hollywood rocks the world of Richter. {Syphon slides into the ring as Lockhart gets ringside.} Ding. Ding. Ding. Reed: Looks like Syphon I starting off against Hollywood, poor baby. Long: Hollywood goes to lock up but Syphon ducks and comes back around with a spin kick. He staggers Hollywood before taking his knee out with a dropkick. Reed: more offense then his last match. Long: Irish whip from Syphon, he goes for a sleeper but gets nailed with a left cross. Hollywood follows up with huge overhead belly to belly. Reed: Chris with a tag to Lockhart, who’s smiling at Tim. Lockhart with a vertical on Syphon. He pulls Syphon up and nails him with a snap suplex. Long: Lockhart taking his time. He tosses Syphon into the corner and kicks him a few times before tagging into Hollywood. Reed: Chris in the ring and they take Syphon down with a double suplex! Long: Chris with a dragon sleeper, but Richter comes running in and nails a dropkick on Hollywood. Superstar charges in and takes Richter down with a huge left. Entropy from behind blinsides Johnson and takes him down with a chop block to the knee. Reed: Targeting that knee is a good idea. {Entropy pulls Johnson up and takes him down with a knee breaker. Richter and Syphon take Chris down with double clothesline and follow up with a double elbow drop. Lockhart just stands on the apron.} Long: The ref forcing people out of the ring. Syphon tags in Richter, who drag Hollywood to the middle of the ring. Reed: Richter setting Hollywood up for the Quake! Long: back body Drop Counter by Hollywood. Both men crawl for a tag. {Double tag!} Reed: Entropy charges right into a right punch from Johnson. Tim lays Richter out as well. Long: Syphon in! Reed: he’s waving Johnson off, Entropy from behind with a dropkick to the knee of Johnson. The rest of the Trinity roll to the outside. {Entropy pulls Johnson up and takes him down with a leg drag. Lockhart smiles. Entropy pulls Johnson to the ropes and places his leg across them. He tags in Syphon who hops over with a slingshot and drops his leg across the knee of Johnson who rolls around in pain.} Long: The trinity are working over the leg of Tim Johnson. Reed: Syphon pulls Johnson up. Long: Syphon setting him up for The Drain! {CRACK!} {Huge clothesline from Hollywood flipping Syphon over. Entropy in the ring, and dropped by Hollywood. Johnson is fighting to his feet. Richter grabs him and takes down with a huge belly to belly. Syphon gets to his feet as Hollywood goes to Piledriver Entropy. He goes for the super kick but out of nowhere Lockhart takes him down with ahead and leg suplex.} Reed: Quick timing from Lockhart allowing Hollywood that Piledriver. Long: Entropy rolls out of the ring. Reed: Syphon and Hollywood lock up. Hollywood takes Syphon down with a rolling suplex. He is looking for some more. Long: Lockhart to the top rope, Entropy in the ring and grabs Johnson’s leg…. Leg drag… no he’s setting up for a leg drag driver… Reed: Lockhart off the top to break the attempt… misses! Long: His full body weight just drover Johnson’s knee into the mat. Reed: That was a hell of a miss. Long: Johnson is clutching his leg. Entropy grabs it and goes for a sharpshooter. Hollywood and Richter are fighting on the outside. Syphon is out in the middle of the ring. Reed: Johnson can’t take the pain, he’s going to tap. Long: Lockhart is smiling. He shrugs and is walking to the back. Reed: Johnson’s tapped! Long: Lockhart is leaving! Reed: Why isn’t the match over! Long: Entropy’s not the legal man, and Pee Wee is trying to break the hold. Reed: Hollywood takes Richter out with a release germana nd slides intot he ring. He nails Entropy with a dropkick. Long: Entropy and Hollywood roll to the outside and are fighting. Hollywood slams Entropy into the railing. Reed: Johnson is trying to get to his feet. Long: Hollywood goes for a left hook, but Entropy kicks him in the gut, he’s going for the Entropic Wave! Reed: Hollywood slips off and spins Entropy around into… Long: Box office Smash into the ring steps. Reed: Richter going for a clothesline on Hollywood, ducked. Long: Hollywood with a kick to the gut… {RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!} Reed: powerbomb on the ring steps! Long: Superstar is up, so is Syphon! Reed: kick to the gut from Syphon! Long: He’s going for the Drain! Reed: no! Long: Johnson takes his legs out! He steps over! Reed: That’s it! Long: SUPERSTAR DREAMS! Reed: Syphon tapped! Long: Superstar, Hollywood and Lockhart have won this match! Reed: Uhm, commercials… Long: Oh ye… ~Commercials ~ Reed: Catfight girls… yum. Long: You said that last week. Reed: I said a lot of things last week, some that I got flak for. Damn women’s rights things. You shouldn’t talk about ti… Long: Anyway let’s get back to the matches. Reed: (Mic off.) My mic got cut. Long: yes it did. Reed: (Mumbles.) Long: Fine. Reed: What was I going to say. Long: Nothing. Reed: Who’s up next? Long: Rune Archer and Wolf, for the WWA Cruiserweight title. Intro music of song lights go dim in the arena [on the screen is the outline of a wolf with a full moon in the background. In sync with the motion on the screen a wolf’s howl is heard echoing in the arena] Music hits for the song [on the screen are shots of Wolf at various locations intermixed with overlays of wolves] lights flare up in the arena pyro hits on either side of the stage, trailing down the ramp Wolf walks out of the curtain to the middle of the platform with his head down. Right before the ramp he arches his back and raises his head as if he himself is howling. He begins to walk down the 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, cracking his neck and his knuckles but what is this inside of me Wolf continues down the ramp 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 Announcer: Weighing in at 216 pounds.... Goes to top turnbuckle and slowly raises both his arms while looking around at the crowd under everything something that you can’t see I can’t even believe something is wrong with me Announcer: WOLF!!! Wolf climbs down from turnbuckle and leans against post waiting for his opponent 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 -music fades out- [As the heavy guitar riff of "The Wicker Man" blasts throughout the jam-packed arena, the Spokane fans begin to cheer, as they know this signals the arrival of the World Cruiserweight champion.] # Hand of fate is moving and the finger points to you He knocks you to your feet and so what are you gonna do Your tongue has frozen now you've got something to say The piper at the gates of dawn is calling you his way# [After the first four lines, Rune walks out of the entrance way, Cruiserweight title over his shoulder. He surveys the arena, and acknowledges all the cheering fans with a satisfactory nod.] #You watch the world exploding every single night Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death Hello to eternity and live for every breath[# [Rune walks up towards the ring. He climbs onto the apron, holds his hand on the top rope, about to go in, but looks around for a second. With one quick motion, he enters the ring. Once again, he surveys all of the fans around the arena.] #Your time will come, your time will come Your time will come, your time will come# [He simply snaps his neck to the side, and walks over to the corner, using the ropes to stretch in preparation for his match.] Long: Jeff Richards is the ref for this match. Ding. Ding. Ding. [They lock up at the bell. Archer slips behind and goes for a waist lock takedown, he gets it and goes for a fujiwara but Wolf squirms out of his reach. Wolf rolls to his feet a Rune gets up quickly as well. Rune circles Wolf who lunges with a punch which is countered into an arm drag from Rune.} Reed: Quick counter from the cruiserweight champ. {Wolf rolls to his feet and loosens up a bit. He goes for a kick but Rune counters into a leg drag. Rune rolls through and goes for a leg lock but Wolf clutches onto the ropes.} Long: Rune is an impressive athlete; he is one of the top technical wrestlers in the WWA today. Reed: Yeah, but Wolf is hungry like… a…. Long: Wolf? Reed: no… a … a… Hippo! He’s hungry like a hippo. Long: yeah, he’s hungry like a hippo. {Wolf creeps closer to Rune and they lock up. Rune comes out with another rear waist lock, but Wolf nails him in the head with an elbow before using a snap mare to take him over. Wolf follows up with a spinal tap before running into the ropes and planting a dropkick into the face of Rune Archer.} Long: What a kick to the face! Reed: Wolf going to the top! [Wolf ascends to the top turnbuckle, as Archer begins to stir. Wolf launches off of the top rope with a beautiful moonsault. Unfortunately, Archer had gotten himself to one knee, and had stayed there. He used his hands to help drop Wolf stomach-first onto his outstretched knee, for a Super Gutbuster variation!.] {RAAAAAAAAH!} Long: the fans loved that move! Richards: One! Richards: Two! Reed: KICK OUT! GO PNW! {Archer pulls Wolf up and takes him down with a vertical suplex. He twists his hips and pulls Wolf up for another. He goes for a third but this time drops him hard into the mat with a brain buster.} Reed: What an impact! Long: Float over into the cover! Richards: One! Richards: Two! Richards: Thre… Long: KICK OUT! Reed: Go PNW! Long: Archer pulls Wolf up… [Archer whips Wolf into the turnbuckles nearest to him, so that he hits hard, chest-first. Rune then goes right behind Wolf, bent over, with his back kind of pointing towards Wolf. Rune picks him up by his legs, then hangs on to his head, in an Inverted Fireman's Carry. Using the backwards momentum, Rune takes a few more steps back, then pulls down on Wolf's head. He flips over, and they land in an impactful 3/4 Neckbreaker.] Reed: What an ace crusher… Richards: One! Richards: Two! Richards: Thre….! Long: So close! Reed: GO PNW! Long: Stop that. {Archer pulls Wolf up and goes for a powerbomb, Wolf comes down and twist Rune into the ring with an reverse mat slam. He grabs the legs and goes for the pin.} Richards: One! Reed: One! Richards: Two! Reed: Two! Reed: Three! Long: No! Reed: Damn! {Wolf hops to the top rope and launches off with a huge dropkick as Archer rises. It sends Archer hard to the mat. Wolf waits on Archer. Wolf springboards off the second rope with a moonsault press, but Archer turns sideways, and catches him in a Fireman's carry. He then hooks one of Wolf's legs up, and tightens his grip around Wolf's head. Rune lifts him up, and drops him to the side, in a modified Cradle Northern Lights Bomb, on the back of his neck.] Long: Wolf waited to long and Archer took advantage of it. His technical knowledge allowed him to use that to the best of his ability. Reed: Archer with an Irish whip, countered! Long: Wolf going for the Wolf’s Bite! Reed: No Archer pushes him off and takes him down with a layout hiptoss. Long: Wolf slowly getting to his feet. {RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!} Reed: That’s it Archer is signaling for the end. Long: he’s setting him up for a cross armed powerbo… {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!} Long: WOLF’S BITEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Reed: Wolf’s bite! Wolf’s bite! Richards: One! Richards: Two! Richards: Three! {RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH} Long: he did it! He did it! Reed: new WWA Cruiserweight Champion! Long: That is why PNW is the proving grounds! {RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!} {The crowd goes wild as Wolf stares at Archer. Archer offers a hand and Wolf shakes his head as he rolls out of the ring clutching the PNW title. Rune Arcgher waits for him tot leave before leaving through the back.} Long: What a night. Blade beat Scorn, Slayton beat Cross, Lockhart leaves his teammates and they still win. And now… {#1 by Nelly hits.} Reed: Blade? `{Blade walks out with the masked man from earlier. He is holding his briefcase.} Long: Isn’t that guy from the PNW offices? Reed: No that’s Blade. The other guy is from the offices.` `[Blade grabs the mic.]` `Blade: Now I'm sure everyone is curious on what's going on, and why I'm out here. Well, short and sweet, I'm not here to beat around the bush.` `[He takes the briefcase from his complies.]` `Blade: Ladies and Gentlemen.` `[He opens it up to a huge shock from everyone.]` `Blade: The PNW Tag Team Championships.` `[He takes on and tosses the other to the masked man. He then takes off the mask to another shocker.]` `Blade: May I re-introduce....RYAN STORM!` `[Huge mixed reaction.]` `Blade: The competition just got that much easier.` `[Fade Out.]`

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