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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.} #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. 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 the Final Shot of Ulfric holding the title high into the air.} RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: Welcome to Sunday Night SHOWDOWN! Live from Seattle Washington. I’m George Long and sitting next to me is the one and only, Garret Reed. Reed: Thank you, thank you. Long: Last week was explosive as Fox and Awesome had a showdown in the ring, and Awesome promised to introduce three wrestler that will make a huge impact on PNW. Reed: This war between the owners is heating up and who knows what can happen from it. {We suddenly cut to the back, more specifically the office of Jeff Fox. Fox sits back in his thousand dollar leather chair with his feet on his oaken desk. He is dressed in a neon blue suit. He holds a rum and coke in one hand and takes sip.} Long: Fox looks to be relaxing, no worries for the owner. Reed: That’s a bad sign. Knock! Knock! {Fox puts his feet down and looks a bit annoyed.} Fox: Come in! {Walking into the room is the Trinity.} Fox: You’ve got nerve! Where the hell have you been. I didn’t get one promo for the network from you. {Syphon and Richter look towards Entropy.} Entropy: Sorry boss, we’ve been busy. Fox: BUSY? Entropy: Yeah. {Fox shakes his head in anger.} Fox: Thanks for the monotonic answer, I’ve had a busy week. I still get my job done. Entropy: Watch what we do to Spawn. Fox: You know what, if you get pinned by Spawn, you’re fired! {Entropy nods his head.} Entropy: Whatever. Fox: Yeah, whatever. {The camera cuts back to ringside.} Long: Fox with warning to the Trinity. Reed: The Trinity aren’t very good in the ring, this maybe the end for them. Long: Or Entropy at least. {The arenas lights start to go dim where you hear a little girls voice say} An out of the darkness, The zombie did call, True pain and suffering he brought to them all, Away were the children to hide in their beds, For fear that the devil will chop off their heads. {Then announcer says over the p.a. system.} The announcer: On his way to the ring, weighting in at 355 lbs. From Tombstone, Nevada. “Hell’s Guardian“ Spawn {Then 43 seconds in to the song Super beast the pyros go of on the stage and as soon as they are done you see this massive figure walking straight to the ring as if nothing is going to stand in his way. When he gets to the ring, he lifts his one leg over the top rope followed by his other foot. Then he grabs the ropes and pulls on them hard to make sure that they will not give way.} Long: My god, The Trinity is dead. Reed: Yeah, I would say so. Ring Announcer: Introducing next they are Syphon… Richter… and Entropy… The TRINITY! {Change The World by Ozzy begins to play and the Trinity comes out to resounding boos. Entropy stands at the top of the ramp as Richter and Syphon walk down towards the ring. Entropy finishes his clove and then walks down to the ring.} Long: Syphon is in the ring to start things off. Ding. Ding. Ding. Reed: And Syphon has been tossed to the outside. That looked painful. Long: Spawn tosses Richter over the ropes and into the ring. Reed: Spawn pulls him up to his feet and goes for the Irish whip. Long: Richter ducks under and comes around with a tornado punch. Spawn is unfazed. Reed: That boy is a monster. Long: Richter with a left, a right, European uppercut. Reed: Spawn is still unfazed. Long: Spawn pulls Richter up and takes Richter down with a fall forward slam. Reed: My god he almost indented the ring with him! Long: Spawn isn’t done, he pulls Richter up and takes him back down with a body slam. {The arena goes pitch black.} 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 spark goes off on each side and towards the front of the entrance platform. A large mushroom cloud of smoke rises in between the sparks. A silver TJ on a metallic blue background appears on the video screen.) 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. 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. 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! 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! {We cut back to the action. We see all three members of the Trinity beating on Spawn. A mangled steel chair is near a ring post. Pee Wee Burke forces the Trinity off and Richter stays in the ring stomping on Spawn. He goes for a pin.} Burke: One! Reed: Kick out! Long: Whatever that was on the screen gave the Trinity the time needed to gain the edge, but still the monster kicked out. Reed: Well Richter tags into Entropy. Entropy looks a bit happy now. Long: Entropy is eyeing up Spawn. Reed: Spawn is circling Entropy, both are looking for a weakness in the other. Long: Course Entropy is smaller. Reed: Weight wise, but height he isn’t too much smaller. Long: Entropy gores for a right and staggers Spawn, Entropy with a slam on the big man! Burke: One! Reed: Kick out! Long: Spawn and Entropy are both up, Spawn with a massive clothesline takes Entropy down brutally! Reed: Spawn isn’t down, a few monster stomp before pulling Entropy to his feet. Long: He tosses Entropy into the ropes, Syphon making the blind tag. Entropy goes down to a big boot. Reed: Spawn turns towards Syphon, who comes off the top with a cross body! Long: Spawn plants him with a fall away slam. Reed: Entropy is down on the mat. Richter comes charging in and gets plastered with a huge elbow smash. Long: Spawn pulls Syphon up! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: The Bombs From Hell! Reed: A brutal series of powerbombs! Burke: One! Burke: Two! Burke: Three! Ding. Ding. Ding. Reed: Impressive win from Spawn. Long: I’m surprised Awesome hasn’t order his men on the Trinity. Reed: maybe the Trinity isn’t a threat. Long: Maybe. Reed: Sure weren’t for Spawn. Long: We’ll be back after this break. Commercials. [Darkness] ["Oddities" by Coal Chamber] [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 his opponent.] Long: A spirited newcomer, with a storied background coming here to the PNW to further his career. Reed: His name is Chris Saint... Long: Yes, I know, Garret. Reed: Oh, I thought you were talking about Mike Valley. He is next out, you know? Long: Yes, I know. One half of Mass Destruction coming up next. Reed: Also a very spirited newcomer and another guy with a storied background, very storied... Long: Really? Was Valley a former NWA World Cruiserweight and NWA World Hardcore champion? Reed: No, but he was the longest-reigning EWWA champion, a place where both men wrestled before and a heck of a guy too! Long: Oh gee! Well, here he comes anyway! [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. The song begins to fade out as he hops off the middle turnbuckle and walks to the center of the ring awaiting the bell.] Long: And there he is Garret, one of your favorites, I know. Reed: This guy is gonna be a champion in the PNW soon, mark my words George! Long: Whatever. The ref is patting down the competitors and now we are ready to go... [Ding, ding, ding...] [Both competitors walk up to each other, moving nose-to-nose, and start talking trash directed towards each other. Valley, seemingly having enough of the chat, decks Saint and drops him to the ground. Saint gets right back up and hits Valley.] Long: Both competitors showing no love loss here today in the PNW! Reed: I can’t wait until Valley beats that little punk! [Saint goes to pick Valley up, only to be hit in the gut with a forearm. Valley gets to his feet and, as Saint is still doubled over, grabs Saint’s arm and hits him with a single arm DDT. Then he locks on an armbar and cinches it on, dragging Saint to the middle of the ring first. The ref checks on Saint as Valley keeps the hold on.] Long: Valley keeping Saint in that armbar and has the former NWA Cruiserweight and Hardcore champion downed and in a LOT of pain right now. Reed: I have a question for you, George-O... Long: Yes? Reed: Is this the NWA? Or an NWA affiliate for that matter? Long: No... Reed: Well then why do you keep bring that up? Who cares! The NWA is dead anyway! Long: I simply bring it up to show the toughness of this young man and to show his athletic abilities, he was a champ before the NWA started their downhill slide. Reed: You mean they aren’t dead yet? Long: No, why would you say that? Reed: Because I thought I saw NWA wrestling the other night, but dismissed it as the Lifetime channel and stuff about feminine products. I thought I was on the NWA TV channel though... Long: Why did you think it was the Lifetime channel? Reed: ‘Cause of all the complaining and moaning going on! Long: Oh geez! I can’t believe you said that, and back to action on that note... [The ref is still checking on Saint, who refuses to give in to Valley’s armbar. Saint crawls finally to the bottom rope and hooks his arm and leg around it. Valley takes a 5-count from the ref to break the hold and finally let’s go on four. Saint climbs to his feet and tries to shake the pain out of his shoulders before going at Valley again. They lock up for the first time in the match and Valley gets the upper hand, backing Saint into the corner. He lets him out and then they lock up again. Saint hooks the head of Valley and goes for a snap suplex, but Valley reverses his weight and hits a huge DDT. Valley goes for the cover early.] [One...] [Two...] [Kickout!] Long: Saint kicks out before the three count, but I bet he won’t try a move like that again soon. Reed: Yeah, because Valley is a king of reversals. Long: Just because he hits one reversal, doesn’t make him a king of reversals. Reed: Well I heard he was called the ‘King of Reversals’ in the EWWA too! Long: Oh really? Reed: Yes.. Long: You know, for a broadcast journalist, you sure DON’T do you homework, do you? Reed: My dog ate it. Long: Oh, right. [Saint gets to his feet and Valley runs at Saint this time only to be met with a bodyslam. Saint then goes up to the top rope and perches himself, waiting for Valley to get up. Valley gets to his feet and Saint dives off the top rope with a moonsault, hitting Valley and knocking him to the ground. Saint hooks the leg and goes for the quick pin.] [One...] [Two...] [Kickout!] Long: Valley kicks out of THAT really quick! And with authority, as he tosses Saint off him. Reed: He is also the ‘King of Kickouts’! Long: Don’t start... [Saint gets back up and goes quickly to Valley who is getting back to his feet. He hooks the head again and hits a vicious snap suplex on Valley, driving him to the ground. He pulls Valley to his feet and hooks the head again, only to have it reversed into a Northern Lights suplex. Valley then picks Saint up and hooks him up for a bear hug, squeezing the life out of Saint. The ref checks in on Saint, asking him if he gives up. Saint is refusing to give in to the bear hug, as Valley continues to clench it in, grinding the back of Saint.] Long: Saint looks to be in considerable pain here. And don’t even think about calling Valley the ‘King of Pain,’ he may have to beat a certain former NWA World Heavyweight and WWA National Champion for that title! Reed: I wouldn’t dream of it, he was the ‘King of Taps,’ and he wasn’t in any of the branches of the Armed Forces. [Saint starts to fade out to the bear hug and as Valley starts to bring him down to the mat, Saint seemingly wakes up and rakes the eyes of Valley. Valley has no choice but to drop Saint and rubs his eyes. Saint uses this distraction to pick himself up off the ground and moves towards Valley, who is still rubbing his eyes. He starts picking him up and hooks the head again, this time he hits a spike DDT. He goes for the cover.] [One...] [Two...] [Thre...Kickout!] Long: Close call for Valley, just manages to kick out there. Reed: Too close, I was sweating it! Long: You could stand to sweat off a few pounds, Garret! Reed: Shut up! [Valley starts to roll over on the mat and as Saint goes to pick him up, Valley elbows Saint in the gut. Valley pick up Saint and sets him up for a powerbomb, only to have it reversed into a hurracanrana. Saint scurries over to get a pinfall, but before a one-count can’t even be counted, Valley gets his foot on the rope. He pulls Valley up and sets him up for a Russian Leg Sweep, which he hits. Putting Valley down hard with the Russian Leg Sweep, but also hitting his head hard on the canvas on the way down. Both men lay on the ground, with Valley seemingly unconscious. The referee then starts his ten count.] [One...] Long: Both of these men are out of it, I think Valley may even be dead! These men both obviously hate each other! [Two...] Reed: Of course they do! They were old rivals from the EWWA, where Valley was the peak of that promotion. [Three...] Long: Wow! That was bad, even for you Garret! [Four...] Reed: I think they are starting to move, actually I hope only Valley can get up! I hope that little NWA punk stays dead like his former alliances. [Five...] [They men start moving around on the mat, but neither of them make a move at getting up as the ref continues his ten count.] Long: I don’t need to tell everyone that if he finishes this count, both men are done for the evening and neither of them gets the winning side of the paycheck! [Six...] [Seven...] [Both men now start climbing the ropes to get to their feet, they reach their feet before the ref gets to eight and the match continues. Both men are using the ropes on opposite sides of the ring to support themselves.] Long: This match seems to have taken it out of both of these men. They are fighting for not only the win, but survival from each other. Reed: Well duh! I thought I was the one with obvious thoughts here, you were supposed to have deep insights into each of these men! Long: Shut up! Reed: You know, you are starting to sound a lot like the NWA TV I was watching last night. [Valley, regaining his strength, runs at Saint. Saint comes running at him as well and gets a clothesline for his troubles, knocking Saint clean on his back. Valley goes up to the top rope and gets his balance up on top. He stands up and jumps off the top turnbuckle and hits Chris Saint with a Tope Rope Elbow Drop! He goes for the cover.] [One...] [Two...] [Thre...KICKOUT!!] Long: Oh my god! Reed: Please don’t say that, he’s my God too! Long: He kicked out of Valley’s Top Rope Elbow Drop! Valley went from the Peak to the Valley on that one! Reed: And you talk about my bad puns! [Valley is in disbelief, he grabs the ref and holds up three fingers in his face, but the ref screams at Valley that it was only two! Valley picks Saint up and positions him for a Death Valley Driver. He goes to drop him and Saint swings around for DDT. He quickly rushes for the cover on Valley.] [One...] [Two...] [Kickout!] Long: A nice kickout by Mike Valley! I am glad this guy is on the PNW roster! Reed: Now you want to jump on his bandwagon, well I am the head of the fan club, George-O! And you can’t join! Long: I was simply giving the man his due, and we know you are his biggest fan, but it is a fan club that is so big it can meet in a phone booth. Reed: Yeah, I mean, huh? Long: Nothing. Saint seems to be on the offensive now. [Saint pulls Valley up and goes for the Illusion, but Valley fights back out of it and goes for his own finisher, The Future. Valley traps Saint in The Future, but he is too close to the ropes and Saint grabs the bottom rope before it can do too much damage. Valley holds it on and the ref forces him to break the hold or forfeit the match. Valley lets go, but gets in the refs face as Saint lays on the ground. Valley stops jawing with the ref and comes back over to Saint, who still hasn’t gotten up yet. He picks Saint up and Saint hooks him into the Illusion and hits it. He crawls over for the cover.] [One...] [Two...] [Thre...KICKOUT!] Long: How in the hell did he do THAT!! Reed: Family show, family show... Long: How in the HECK did he do THAT!! He picks Valley up again and... [Saint picks Valley up again and hooks him for another Illusion, he hits a second Illusion and basically just rolls over, draping one arm over Mike Valley. The ref drops down to count, as the crowd counts in unison with him.] [One...] [Two...] [THREE!!!] [Ding, ding, ding!!!] [The crowd goes nuts as both men lay on the canvas in pools of their own sweat. Neither man moves much for a minute, and then they both start to move a little. The referee raises Saint’s arm from his position on the ground.] Announcer: The winner of this contest...CHRIS SAAAAINNNTTTT!!! [Both of the men struggle to get up and use opposing ring ropes to get to their feet. Finally it is Mike Valley who gets enough strength and walks over to Christ Saint, he shakes his hand quickly, says something to Saint, and then drops down to the ground and rolls out of the ring in a hurry. He makes his way to the back as quickly as he can, Chris Saint stands in the ring, basking in the adoration of the fans.] Reed: I can’t believe Valley lost... Long: But he did the respectable thing, shook the other man’s hand and left. But what did he say to Saint? I can tell you one thing, both of these men EARNED this reaction tonight! Crowd: P-N-Dub! P-N-Dub! P-N-Dub! Long: See what I mean? They BOTH earned this! Reed: Just a shame that Valley didn’t get the win, he earned it more! What did he say to Saint though? Long: They are telling me that something is going on backstage right now, so let’s go to it! [Jamul Anderson catches Mike Valley still wearing his gear and a black t-shirt, carrying his gym bag as he's heading to the exit.] Jamul: Mike, Mike, any comment's on what happened out there tonight? Mike: Yeah, I lost. [A lot of anger in his voice.] Jamul: One of the last times you spoke to us before the match you wished Chris Saint luck, do you think he got lucky or... Mike: Or what!? Or maybe I don't have what it takes anymore? No Mr Anderson, I am on top of my game. And Chris Saint can definitely expect me to come calling for a rematch one of these days, and I will beat him. But for tonight, he was the better man, and now I have other things to attend to. Jamul: Well, I won't keep you from them, you seem really... [Mike cuts him off in a sarcastic tone.] Mike: Irritated!? Yeah, well thank you for your insight. [He stares at Jamul for a quick moment shaking his head and storms off through the exit doors muttering obscenities.] Long: Well there you have it, straight from the horse’s mouth... Reed: Don’t call Valley a horse, Wolf might kill you, as well as Valley when he sees this! {We cut to the back where we see Christian Lockheart talking to Jake Primal and hyping him up for the match.} Reed: They look ready. Long: Anyway, here are some commercials... [Commercials for past PNW TV shows on VHS and WWA Summer Games 4 on VHS or DVD.] Commercials. Long: Ok, folks it’s time for our next match. Reed: The last one was just stellar. Long: Yes it was. Reed: Sow hat’s next? Awesome’s surprise? Long: I don’t think so. Reed: So… Long: Tag Team action. Reed: Ah. (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 sht now Someone is gonna die When you listen to me Let the living die, Let the living die (say) (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 sht now Insane, you're gonna die When you listen to me Let the living die, Let the living die (say) (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: Mike Smith looks ready for action. (The Lights dim then turn green.) 'HEADSTRONG TO TAKE ON ANYONE HEADSTRON HEADSTRONG' (Brian Steele steps out a determined look on his face. He points toward the crowd then smiles giving them the bird as he continues to the ring.) Long: And there is his partner Brian Steele, hopefully they can get along. Reed: Steele isn’t known for getting along. Long: Neither is his Boss Jeff Fox. {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 follows behind before stopping to gave into the crowd before sprinting to the ring behind Christian. } #Bombs away! Another problem you won't understand Bombs away! Another problem deep inside my head# {Lockheart jumps onto the apron and motions more to the fans before whipping his yellow bandana into the crowd as Primal jumps off the buckle backwards turning around in mid-air and landing with his back against the turnbuckle. “ #Should I try to find the ways that you won't ever# Ding. Ding. Ding. Long: Well Ty calls for the bell. Reed: Primal and Smith are circling each other, both a re technically sound wrestlers. Long: Impressive Garret. Reed: I’m not just a pretty face. Long: You’re anything but. {Primal and Smith circle each other. They lock up and Jake comes out with a hammerlock. Mike tries to fight it and comes into a hammerlock of his own. Jake reaches back and grabs the head of Smith taking him over with a snap mare. He locks on a headlock.} Long: Nice basic wrestling. Reed: Bo-ring Long: Smith starts the fight to a vertical base, an elbow to the gut of Primal followed by a push off. Reed: Primal into the ropes. Long: Jake ducks under a clothesline and spins a round to clock Smith with a right cross. Reed: Ouch! Long: Primal takes Smith down with a powerful Belly to Belly. {Primal floats right into an Arm Bar.} Reed: Nice move. Long: Smith is flailing about trying to… and yes he does reach the ropes. Reed: Primal did the damage he needed too. Long: The move wasn’t on that long. Primal and Smith are up, both smiling at each other. Reed: They lock up. Long: Primal with a fireman’s carry takedown goes for an arm bar but Smith counters with a head scissors takeover. Reed: Both get to their feet. Long: They circle, Primal and Smith lock up, rear waist lock, German from Smith rocks Primal hard into the mat. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: Another one from Mike Smith! He’s going for a third, no he switches it to an inverted powerbomb! Davis: One! Davis: Two! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: Kick out from Jake Primal. Smith tags into Brian Steele. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Reed: The fans don’t like Steele. Long: Primal starts laying into Steele with a series of punches, taking him over with a side headlock takedown. He follows up with a brutal kick to the spine. Reed: Ouchy! Long: Primal pulls Steele up and whips him into the ropes. Primal takes him back down with a back body drop. Reed: Primal pulls Steele up and locks on a side headlock. He’s cranking on the head of Steele. He tags in Christian Lockheart. Long: Steele counters the head lock and takes Primal down with a massive back drop. Reed: Christian Lockheart isn’t wasting time laying the boots into the fallen Steele. Long: Christian pulls Brian up and whips him into the ropes. He takes him down with a twisting Samoan Drop! Davis: One! Davis: Two! Reed: Oh... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Reed: Kick out from Brain Steele. Long: Lockheart pulls Steele up and holds him in the corner. He tags into Primal who lays a boot to the midsection of Brian Steele. Reed: Primal takes Steele down with a vertical suplex. Long: Primal pulls Steele up and plants him hard into the mat with a piledriver. Davis: One! Davis: Two! Reed: Smith breaks up the pinfall attempt. Long: Davis forces Smith out of the ring. Primal whips Steele into the ropes! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Reed: Massive Lariat takes Primal down! Davis: One! Davis: Two! Reed: Christian Lockheart made the save. Long: Steele pulls Jake Primal up and refuses to tag Smith. Mike Smith is irate. Reed: Steele is looking for a powerbomb! He’s calling it! BOOOOOOOO…RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: Primal counters into a back piledriver! Davis: One! Davis: Two! Long: Smith broke the pin up! Reed: Lockheart on top! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: So-Cal Hurricane on Steele! Lockheart from the top rope with his Spinning Hurricarana! Reed: Smith turns right to face Primal who knocks Smith over the top rope. Long: Primal covers Steele! Davis: One! Reed: Smith slides under the ropes! Davis: Two! Long: Guillotine leg drop! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Davis: Three! Ding. Ding. Ding. Reed: Lockheart got that leg drop on Smith just in time. Long: What a win for the new team. Reed: Lockheart is playing to the fans, how arrogant. Primal is heading to the back. Long: Lockheart is following. Steele is getting slowly to his feet. Reed: Smith is just star…. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: Judgment Slam! Judgment Slam! Reed: Wow! Long: Smith just drilled Steele. Reed: We have Commercials! Commercials. (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 SHADOW NINJA!!! (Just then a dark figure emerges from the entrance stage. This warrior build seems compact and well defined as a slowly walks to the ring wearing nothing but a pair of Kung Fu pants and ninja tabis [two-toed shoes]. 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 as Shadow Ninja moves across the ring into one of the corners.) Long: Shadow Ninja coming down to the ring right now, looking for that PNW Cruiserweight gold that is coming off the shelf tonight. Reed: You sat that gold on the shelf, I thought it was sitting on the toilet...just like the PNW’s Cruiserweight division is and always has been! Long: We have always had a great cruiserweight division here in the PNW! Names of great cruisers like Jim Dalton, Hyuk Suh Kim, Silverstrike, Ray Masters, and Darnell Jenkins... Reed: Yeah, but also guys like King Neptune and Willow the Whisp! Long: Well one of these guys will be looking to add to his name to the list of greats like Dalton, Kim, and Jenkins...as well as maybe get title shots at some major WWA titles like those greats did NWA titles! And here comes Blade... (Blade makes his way to the ring in his old black pants with the black/white/red Jordan XVI, white wrist tape with black elbow pads.) Announcer: Now coming to the ring, standing at 6 feet and 2 inches and weighing in at 220 pounds, Blade! (Blade slides in the ring and waits in one of the unoccupied corners.) Long: One more left, probably the favorite to win the PNW Cruiserweight title, I might add. Reed: Who? Wolf? Long: Yeah, remember that guy? Former WWA World Cruiserweight champion, remember him? Reed: Yeah, just checking you. I actually like this Wolf guy, him and Valley are quite the team in my book! Long: Yeah, I know, well here he comes... (The guitar kicks in as the lights pop and white pyro sparks go off around the stage Wolf emerges at the beginning of the music and starts a slow walk to the ring.) Liberate your mind You mother****, you're so narrow-minded So narrow-minded So liberate your mind Now mother**, will you liberate your mind Hey! Hey! Liberate your mind You mother**, you're so narrow-minded So narrow-minded So liberate your mind Now mother**, will you liberate your mind This time (Wolf enters the ring between the 2nd and 3rd ropes.) Bold mother** Don't limit your mind Can’t you see that the pace Has just fallen behind All the hate in your heart Will be leaving you blind So bold mother** Don't you limit your mind (Wolf walks over to the ropes opposite the entrance and stares at the audience.) Now bold mother** Don't limit your mind Can’t you see that the pace Has just fallen behind All the hate in your heart Will be leaving you blind So bold mother** Don't you limit your mind This time (Wolf walks back to the center of the ring. Each time the cymbals crash, white pyro goes off from the four ring posts. Wolf walks over to the ropes on the right and stares at the audience.) Waiting, for your modern messiah To take away all the hatred (Wolf walks over to the ropes on the left and stares at the audience.) That darkens the light in your eye Still awaiting. I (The music fades out as Wolf walks into the ring and stands in the middle between both competitors. The ref moves to the middle of the ring, as Wolf moves to one of the other unoccupied corners and all three competitors stand and wait in their respective corners. The ref then holds up the new PNW Cruiserweight championship.) Long: All three men in the ring now and the ref holds up the prize here for tonight’s contest... Reed: And that prize is the PNW Cruiserweight championship, the championship of the little guys here in the PNW! Long: Don’t let them hear you say that, especially Wolf! He is your boy right? Reed: Yeah, and my pick to win this thing! Long: A good pick, but he is facing a two-time former NWA World Cruiserweight champion... Reed: Yeah, but that means that he just had to lose it twice too! Long: Well, Wolf lost to a woman, remember? Reed: Yeah, but he beat a woman for the title as well! Long: Leave Rune, our WWA National champion alone, we are about to start the match anyway...here we go! [Ding, ding, ding...] [All three men stand in their corners even after the bell rings. Wolf motions for Shadow Ninja and Blade to go ahead and fight and they oblige him. Shadow Ninja starts off by throwing some nasty kicks at Blade and hitting him with every single one of them, he then hits him with a headbutt and a spinning back hand. Blade looks dazed already from the shots he has just received, and with Blade looking dazed, Shadow Ninja runs right at him and hits him with a clothesline. Then, suddenly, Wolf runs from his corner and hits Shadow Ninja with a clothesline of his own.] Long: Wolf liked what he saw for all of about two seconds and then decided to join in on the action. Blade looks a bit dazed and maybe hurt from those rapid-fire kicks of Shadow Ninja. Reed: I think Blade must’ve had some pressing engagement last night, that was what I heard backstage anyway. That was why he was late to the show this evening, many of the guys didn’t even think he would show up tonight. Must’ve been a busy beaver, ya know? Long: Yeah, whatever...anyway, two of the three competitors are laying on the ground right now. But some signs of life being shown now. [Wolf stands laughing at both of the competitors, who are trying to make their way to their feet. Wolf picks up Blade and tosses him to the outside, where Blade bashes his head off of the guardrail on the outside.] Long: Blade looks out of it now, just laying on the outside, he barely looks alive and we have just started this match. Too much, too soon for that man. Reed: We should send some people over to check on him, he may need medical attention. Long: Let the ref decide that! The ref looks out at Blade, who is not moving, and decides that he may just be taking a breather. [Blade lays on the outside, moving a little, but clutching at his head. A replay is shown, while Wolf and Shadow Ninja lock up inside the ring, and Blade looks to have hit his head on the guardrail and then bashed his head off the concrete floor. Wolf nails Shadow Ninja with a knee to the gut, doubling him over, and then setting him up for a powerbomb. He lifts SN up, but SN turns it into a hurracanrana. Wolf hits the mat hard and both men lay on the mat for a second, before getting back to their feet and locking up again.] Long: Obviously a lot of fight in these men. Reed: Well, when gold is on the line, there usually is a lot of fight in a man. Long: Very deep Garret, you think that up yourself. Reed: Yes, I did. For your information... Long: Deep, very deep. [Wolf throws SN into the ropes and hit SN with a deep arm drag as he springs back at Wolf. SN springs back up and hit an arm drag of his own, only to have Wolf spring to his feet and throw SN into the ropes again. SN hits a shoulderblock, sending Wolf to the canvas, and then runs into the ropes on the opposite side. Wolf ducks down, allowing SN to run over top of him, and then he stands up as SN runs back at him. Wolf takes this opportunity to jump at SN, hitting him with a swinging spike DDT. SN crashes to the mat hard from that devastating maneuver as Wolf gets back to his feet. Blade is still struggling on the outside, but finally uses the guardrail to get back to his feet. He then walks drunkenly back towards the ring, only to be hit with a baseball slide from Wolf that sends him back to the guardrail and crashing to the concrete floor again in a heap.] Long: A big showing by Wolf here tonight, he obviously wants the title, but DOESN’T want Blade in the ring for the win. Reed: Smart move by that man then, take out the experienced champion and beat on the inexperienced one! Long: Good point, Garret. I never thought of it like that... Reed: Well if I didn’t, who would? Long: Don’t even start! I am the guy who apparently does his homework out of the two of us! Reed: Because you are a teacher’s pet here in the PNW... Long: What? Reed: Don’t you have a match to call? If you won’t, then I will, Blade is back down and Wolf is the only one standing, although Shadow Ninja is starting to get to his feet. [Wolf pulls SN to his feet, but once SN gets to his feet he hits him with some hard kicks to the arm and side. Wolf now seems to be clutching his arm and SN runs towards the ropes and then springboards off the ropes and hits Wolf with a karate-style kick to the chest of Wolf. Wolf hits the mat hard and SN runs once again to the ropes, this time springboarding off and attempting a lionsault. Wolf gets his knees up in time however and catches SN right in the gut. Blade gets to his feet on the outside and starts climbing into the ring, but once he comes in view of the camera it is clearly seen that he has a huge gash opened on his forehead. Wolf sees Blade climbing onto the apron and goes over to the ropes. Blade grabs the ropes, as does Wolf, and Wolf flips him into the ring using the ropes. Blade does a flip and hits the mat hard, becoming involved in the match for the first time since the opening seconds. Wolf lets him get to his knees before hitting him with a shining wizard, and effectively putting Blade on his back. He looks over and sees SN getting up as well, and once SN gets to his knees, he hits another shining wizard on SN.] Long: What an exciting contest so far! Reed: And Blade has finally made his way into the ring, although what a price to pay for it! Long: Yeah, and that gash on his head shows that he has come to work in the hardest-hitting place in the WWA, ‘The Proving Grounds of the WWA,’ the PNW! Reed: And that he has messed with some bad hombres in the ring here tonight. Long: Very true, but any wrestler here in the PNW is a bad hombre! So the action stands with the former WWA World Cruiserweight champion standing tall over the former two-time NWA World Cruiserweight champion and a top PNW Cruiserweight challenger. [The ref is checking in on both competitors laying down, as Wolf climbs the ropes. He looks over at SN and leaps off the top rope with a beautiful Phoenix Splash onto SN. He gets up and goes for the pinfall.] [One...] [Two...] [Thr...broken up by Blade!] Long: Blade wasn’t gonna let him get him get a win THAT easy! Reed: A lot of fight from a former NWA champion, don’t you think? Long: Multi-time and multi-title NWA champion as well, he has obviously been around this block before! Reed: Obviously been on the corner of the block as well, at least that is one of the rumors I heard about him. Long: Oh shut up, will you! [Blade barely broke up that pinfall and still lays on top of Wolf for a second before Wolf throws him off. He lays motionless on his back near the ropes, as SN starts to get his wits about him. He goes to get up and Wolf comes running at him again. SN stands up and hits a hurracanrana out of nowhere to lay Wolf out flat. All three men lay on the mat for a second before Wolf gets back to his feet. SN also starts climbing to his feet and goes over to Blade. He pulls Blade to his feet and hits a vicious Ninja Kick on Blade. Wolf, seeing this, charges over and hits SN with a dropkick. He picks him up and hits a piledriver on SN, then he pulls him back to his feet again and hits him with yet another piledriver before pulling him up again and flipping him up in a powerbomb position. He spins and then drops SN into a sit-out powerbomb. He holds on to SN and the ref starts his count.] [One...] [Two...] [Thr...Kick out!] Long: Blade looks to be out of it, so Shadow Ninja should be glad he could kick out of that one right there. Reed: Blade should be glad too...if he could show anything right now, other than bleeding all over the mat! Long: They should really cart him away, he is losing a lot of blood right now. Not a wise call by the referee I suppose. Reed: Like he ever makes any good calls! Long: You think you could do better, go for it! Reed: I know I could, but you need me up here George-O. Long: Right, that’ll be your little secret! [SN shakes his head, trying to get all the cobwebs out from that last set of moves that Wolf hit him with. Wolf grabs SN and hooks his head underneath his arm, he hoists him up and holds him in the vertical suplex position. He starts spinning and then drops down hard.] Long: That’s the Texas Twister, a.k.a. the Double T! Reed: Hits it to perfection there! Long: He moves in for the cover now... [One...] [Two...] [Save by Blade!] Long: Blade comes out of nowhere for that save! I can’t believe he can even stand after all that lost blood! Reed: A very nice move by Wolf, a shame that stupid vampire hunter had to break it up! Long: That was a movie! The Blade here in PNW is a superstar and should be treated with respect, even from you, Garret! Reed: Whatever George-O. [Wolf picks up Blade and hooks his head underneath his arm now. He hoists him up in the vertical suplex position and goes to start spinning, but SN gets his wits about him and dives into Wolf’s legs. Wolf drops down, bringing Blade down with him. SN goes for the cover on Blade.] [One...] [Two...] [Save by Wolf!] Long: Shadow Ninja showing the intelligence of a champion and clipping Wolf’s legs. He almost had that pin too, had it not been for Wolf barging in! Reed: I was holding my breath there, I thought Wolf might lose it! And to think of all that money I might’ve lost, I mean... Long: No wonder you have been pulling for Wolf the whole time! Reed: No, I didn’t mean that, I would never bet on these wrestlers...I was joking, Wolf is one of my favorites by far! Long: I bet you lost money on the Valley versus Saint match too, eh? Reed: Stupid Saint...who would’ve thought he would beat a great man like Valley, not me, that’s for sure! Long: So you did bet on him? Reed: No comment. Back to action, right Long? [Wolf rolls to the outside to collect himself, leaving SN and a prone Blade in the ring together. SN, seeing Blade still laying on the mat, goes and springboards off the second rope. He hits the lionsault and hangs on for the cover, but just as he does Wolf rolls in the ring. He covers anyway and the ref counts.] [One...] [Two...] [Wolf goes to make the save, but SN rolls out of the way and Wolf crushes Blade underneath him with the double axe handle. Wolf gets back to his feet as SN gets himself back on his feet as well. SN stands up in the corner and Wolf runs at him, Sn drops down and Wolf runs through. He walks right up the turnbuckle pads and steadies himself on the tope rope, SN turns around and Wolf nails him with a beautiful moonsault press. Blade finally gets to his feet and drops a forearm on a covering Wolf before he can even get a one-count. He lifts SN up and hooks him up for the Buzzsaw. As he finally gets the strength, Blade flips SN over his head for the Buzzsaw, but SN reverses it and hooks Blade’s head into layout reverse DDT. As SN gets up though, Wolf is perched on the top turnbuckle. SN turns around and gets hit with the Wolf’s Bite, but instead of going for the cover, Wolf goes over to Blade and gets him to his feet. He grabs Blade in a wristlock and runs up the turnbuckles, jumping into a hurracanrana and then spinning it out into a DDT.] Long: Well, he hit Shadow Ninja with the Wolf’s Bite, so he is probably out, no better time to pin Blade than now! Reed: Go Wolf go! Long: Thank you Garret. You are his biggest fan. Reed: You think so? Long: Yeah, no doubt in my mind. And he doesn’t have many, neither of the members of Mass Destruction do. Reed: You are just jealous of their popularity, George-O. He did hit the Wolf’s Fury though and that should be all... [One...] [Two...] [THREE!!!} {Ding, ding, ding...] Long: Well, that is it! We have a new PNW Cruiserweight champion! Announcer: Your winner and NEW PNW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION.....WOOLLLFFFF!!!!! Reed: And I am a much happier, and richer, man! Long: You did make a bet, didn’t you? Reed: No comment. [The referee walks over and takes the belt from the timekeeper before sliding back into the ring and handing the title to it’s new owner, Wolf. Both SN and Blade are still laying on the mat, with Blade laying in a pool of blood. The referee also signals to the back and some other referees come out and help SN out of the ring, but he shakes them off and walks to the back on his own power. Some medical personnel come out however and bring out a stretcher for Blade and start to get him situated on it. He pushes them off and rolls out of the ring on his own too. But falls down out on the ringside floor. The other refs help him to walk to the back as the medical personnel follow them out. Wolf’s hand is raised by the referee in charge of the contest while this is all going on, and then he goes to the ring posts and raise his arms up with the belt in his right hand.] Long: That was a hell of match, Reed! You have to give it up for the effort shown by all three of these competitors tonight-- (A sudden and unusual pop from the crowd stops him mid-sentence.) Long: Wait a second, there's some commotion at ringside... Reed: Looks like someone just hopped the guardrail, Long! (Indeed, a pair of stripe-shirted officials have converged on an unknown man standing at ringside. He's clean-cut and youthful, dressed in a neat dark suit with a name tag attached reading "Elder Smith". The officials are ordering him to get back behind the guardrail, and he holds his hands up acquiescently...) (...When suddenly, ANOTHER man jumps over the barricade and cold cocks one of the officials with a five-knuckle special!) Long: Another one? What the hell is going on? Reed: This ain't "audience participation night", you know! (The second man is taller and more muscular than the first, with messy shoulder-length black hair, and clad in a deep grey T-shirt and black khaki pants. Before the second official can react, this second intruder grabs him by the arm, whips him around violently, and sends him head-first into the barricade with a resounding CRASH.) Reed: I guess some people weren't too happy with the outcome of the cruiserweight match, huh? (Wolf, Shadow Ninja and Blade -- still present in the ring -- have momentarily forgotten one another and are watching this activity with a mix of disgust and wariness.) Long: This is no joking matter. Folks, we do NOT encourage this kind of behavior at our events, no matter HOW deeply you feel about your favorite athletes-- (With the officials taken out of commission, the smaller man takes off his jacket and quickly undoes the sleeve buttons of his white dress shirt. Meanwhile, the big dude dives into the ring -- where he's met by the three cruiserweights. Immediately, Wolf, Shadow Ninja and Blade set upon the man and try to force him from the ring.) Long: Obviously these PNW stars aren't taking too keen a view of this kind of intrusion by a fan, and who can blame them? God only knows WHAT this psycho must be thinking... Reed: He's a psycho with some muscle on him, mind you! Look at THAT! (With the three men pounding at him, SOMEHOW the dark-haired brute is managing to fight to his feet. Suddenly he lashes out -- and rams an elbow right into the face of Shadow Ninja, knocking him stumbling away. Blade kicks the brute in the back of the knee joint, making him drop down to one knee, and Wolf uses the opportunity to wind up and unleash a STAGGERING roundhouse kick to the side of the intruder's head. The brute reels, his back against the ropes, as the cruisers converge on him again...) Long: That's it! Get that maniac out of there! Reed: Wait, look! It's that kid in the suit! (The first intruder -- divested of his jacket, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up -- is now standing perched on the top rope, watching the melee like a hawk. Suddenly he leaps, twists through the air, and CREAMS Blade and Wolf with a suicidal corkscrew plancha!) Long: Jeebus! Reed: I don't know who these guys ARE, but they've got skills! (The dark-haired ruffian, using this moment of distraction to recover, regains his footing. Shadow Ninja turns away from the pile of bodies on the mat -- right into the waiting arms of the muscled brute.) Long: Wolf being scooped up-- (WHAAAMMM!) Long: TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! Shadow Ninja getting DRILLED! My god, that was SICK! Reed: That smaller flying guy is getting up, Long, but so are Blade and Wolf... (RAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!) Long: Double-team dropkicks by the two PNW cruisers, and that guy in the suit has just been LAID OUT! Wolf moving in on the big guy now, as Blade takes a moment to catch his breath... Reed: Don't look now, but it looks like we have MORE company! This time from the other side the ring! (The thousands-strong audience is going absolutely BATTY as yet another intruder shoots out of the crowd. This time it's a young-looking Chinese woman in a red tank top and white cargo pants, her hair tied in two pigtails. She springs from the floor to the ring apron and then up to the top turnbuckle in two leaps, moving with the effortless grace of a gazelle. Blade looks around to find the source of the fans' commotion -- and the Chinese girl LAUNCHES herself!) Long: MISSILE DROPKICK nails Blade right in the kisser! And that girl looks positively GIDDY about it! Reed: Blade is down-- And that smaller guy in the suit is back up! He's heading for the top rope! (The young man in the suit perches at the top, facing out of the ring. Then he flips backward with a twist -- and lands a CRUSHING corkscrew moonsault on Blade!) Long: STARDUST PRESS by this kid, whoever the HELL he is, and that's pretty much OBLITERATED Blade! Reed: Wolf and the big dude are having at it, but the big guy is just overpowering him here... Long: Wolf with a kick, but the brute catches it under his arm! He grabs him in a chokehold with his other hand-- GOOD GRIEF! CHOKESLAM! Wolf practically BOUNCING off the mat! This is INSANE! (With the three PNW stars down, the arena is resonating with the fans' LOUD disapproval.) Long: The Chinese girl directing traffic now, signaling the big guy to pick up Wolf... Reed: Heh... that perky little tomato can tell ME what to do anytime she wants. Long: (Glares) Reed: Sorry. (As the muscular brute sets Wolf standing up, the pigtailed Chinese woman runs to the ropes behind him and slips out onto the apron. She takes a moment to showboat for the booing crowd, then vaults up onto the top rope, and springboards off -- landing in a straddled position on the back of Wolf's neck and using her weight to drive his face into the canvas!) (HUGE "HOLY SH!T" POP!) Long: GOOD GOD IN HEAVEN! She just RODE on his head like it was a damned PONY or something!! Rode it right into the MAT, for that matter! Reed: Have you ever SEEN anything like that before?! Long: No I haven't, and I hate to think what that must have FELT like to the PNW Cruiserweight Champion! All three of these PNW stars have been put out of commission here, and... well... these intruders have pretty much taken over the ring! Reed: Hey Long, you don't think they could be... Long: (Finishing his thought) ...Sean Awesome's... (Horrified) ...Oh my god. (The two men and the woman gather in the center of the ring, casually dusting off their clothes off as a torrent of jeers and boos washes over them. And then--) # Here we are Born to be kings We're the princes of the universe... # (Queen - "Princes of the Universe".) Long: NOW WHAT?! # Here we belong Fighting to survive In the war with the darkest power... # (The song hits the heavy chord -- and at that moment, the jumbotron flashes the words:) PREPARE FOR A HOSTILE TAKEOVER** (A spotlight flares on, illuminating the arena entrance -- and the three unmistakable figures standing there.) Long: It's them... it's got to be them! (To the left is a tall, lean man in full cowboy garb, with chaps made of velour and a black cowboy hat wedged on his head at a jaunty angle, and a cocky grin on his face. To the right is a large, stout, bearded man dressed in a sparkling white sea captain's uniform, hat and all; in one hand he carries a large black briefcase. And the man in the middle--) (--HE can only be described in snippets: He's short. His build is skinny. He's wearing a garish, yet expensive-looking, purple suit with a white chrysanthemum in the lapel pocket...) (And he's wearing a brown paper bag over his head.) (Looking out through two eye holes, this man -- unquestionably the leader of the troop by his patrician bearing and poise -- sweeps his gaze across the bowl of the arena. As the music fades, he raises a microphone to his concealed face.) Man Wearing Paper Bag: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I have so much looked forward to this moment. It is my distinct pleasure to introduce you all to my dear colleagues. In the ring... (He extends his hand toward the tall, dark-haired man in black...) Man Wearing Paper Bag: The bane of Providence, Rhode Island, now unleashed upon the rest of the planet... SETH MAVERICK. (Indicating the young man in the dress shirt and pants...) Man Wearing Paper Bag: In his own circles often known as "Elder Smith", he is better known to us as "The Stormin' Mormon"... BRIGHAM SMITH. (Finally pointing to the Chinese woman in pigtails...) Man Wearing Paper Bag: A megastar in her native China, her name will soon be known throughout the entire world. The butterfly of the East... "The Red Angel"... MISTY XIAO. (The trio nod in acknowledgment of their introductions; Misty Xiao goes farther and does a little dance. The man wearing the paper bag pulls his arm back and waves toward his henchmen.) Man Wearing Paper Bag: To my right-- (Indicating the cowboy) --sometimes called the "Human Disaster Area"... ASH THE MAN-SOON. To my left-- (Indicating the sea captain) --is my right-hand man and second-in-command... THE SKIPPER. (He puts his hand on his own chest.) Man Wearing Paper Bag: I am the leader of this organization. You may call me... Mr. PB. (A pause to allow all of this to be absorbed by each pair of ears and eyes in the building -- and the myriad more out in the television-viewing audience. Then Mr. PB throws one arm out theatrically.) Mr. PB: Ladies and gentlemen... By special invitation of Mr. Sean Awesome... I give you the SYNDICATE OF EVIL~! (If the crowd had been holding its collective tongue during Mr. PB's speech, it is now in an absolute UPROAR.) Long: I knew it! I KNEW it! Reed: Words fail me, Long... I don't know WHAT to say about this! Long: Last week, Sean Awesome promised to bring in a force to oppose President Fox's group... We've been seeing previews from these people throughout the week... And by GOD, Reed, HERE THEY ARE! Reed: Did you get a load of Mr. PB's... uh... "headgear"? Long: I wonder what the deal is with THAT... (Amid a loud and very mixed crowd response, Mr. PB and his henchmen are making their way down the aisle. In the ring, Seth Maverick, Misty Xiao and Brigham Smith are busily hauling the groggy PNW cruiserweights off the canvas and tying them up in the ring ropes -- one on each of three sides of the ring.) Long: I don't like the look of this, Reed. Not one bit. (The evil leader of the Syndicate and his men climb into the ring, joining their three agents. The Skipper holds up the briefcase and clicks it open. Mr. PB hands his mic to Ash the Man-Soon, then reaches into his pocket and produces a pair of surgical gloves. He makes a show of pulling them on. Then he turns to the open briefcase and lifts something out of it...) Long: ... Reed: ...Jesus, that's big. Long: ... Reed: It looks heavy, too. Long: (Long silence) ...Yes. That is definitely one big... heavy... TROUT. (Deliberately, taking his time, Mr. PB walks over to Shadow Ninja, who is fighting weakly to free his arms from the ropes. The evil leader grips his piscine weapon just above the tail with both hands, winds up--) (SPLAT!) (--and SLAPS the trout mightily across Shadow Ninja's masked face, leaving a smear of fish scales and slime on the black cloth. Shadow Ninja's head snaps back from the impact -- and then he hangs limp.) Reed: (Howling) HE JUST GOT TROUT-SLAPPED!! AHAHAHAHAHA!! Long: Damn you, this is not funny! (Mr. PB saunters over to the struggling Blade next and goes into a batting stance. He shifts his feet, bends his knees, and swings for the bleachers!) (SPLAT!) Reed: OH YES IT IS, LONG!! THIS IS GREAT!! Long: It's absolutely HUMILIATING! (Leaving Blade knocked nearly senseless and gagging and retching at the trout residue all over his face, Mr. PB moves toward Wolf. The PNW cruiserweight star is kicking and cursing.) Long: Oh, Wolf does not want ANY part of this! Reed: Oh, but he's gonna get it! (Seth Maverick slips out of the ring, then reaches in to grab and hold Wolf's legs. Mr. PB once again gets into position, rolls his shoulders, and--) (SPLAT!) Reed: TROUT-SLAP NUMBER THREE! I think Mr. PB might've sprayed some of the fans with that one! Long: Wolf's eyes just rolled back -- either from the impact of that hit, or from the stench of wet fish... or possibly both! (Seemingly satisfied with his work, Mr. PB replaces the slightly abused trout in The Skipper's briefcase, and takes back his mic from Ash.) Mr. PB: (A sneer in his voice) Let this be a message to you, President Jeff Fox, and to all the so-called PNW "stars". The Syndicate of EVIL is here to stay. And as of this moment... PNW belongs to US! (BOOOOOOOOOOOOO....) Long: This is outrageous. Somebody needs to get in here RIGHT NOW and put a stop to this... this "hostile takeover" of theirs! I'll bet President Fox is backstage right now, FUMING at what Sean Awesome as unleashed here in PNW-- (Suddenly:) # 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: Speak of the devil, Long! 'Cause HERE HE COMES! (And President Jeff Fox himself steps out onto the stage, a mic in hand and a LIVID _expression on his face.) Fox: Take over PNW, huh? Take over PNW? (He bares his teeth.) Fox: I... DON'T... THINK SO! (With that, Fox ROCKETS down the ramp, furious eyes LOCKED on the Syndicate of EVIL!) (RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!) Long: This crowd has gone BALLISTIC! WHAT an ovation for Fox, for having the cojones to take on this group of evil invaders!! (Fox shoots into the ring like a pouncing predator and charges toward Mr. PB -- but the evil leader dodges sideways, and Fox runs headlong into Seth Maverick instead. Maverick staggers back at force of Fox's bull charge, but he stays on his feet; then, raising one arm, he delivers a STIFF clubbing blow to Fox's upper back. Fox falters, and Maverick holds on to him as Brigham Smith and Misty Xiao move in to beat on the helpless PNW President.) Long: Oh no... This has gone all wrong. Reed: You have to admire Fox's cojones, yeah, but it was foolish of him to charge in with all six members of the Syndicate still there! (Maverick signals Brigham Smith to move off a bit. Taking the groggy Fox by one arm, he whips him hard in Smith's direction -- where Smith snaps off a SHARP Yakuza Kick that nearly takes Fox's head off. With the President down for the count, Misty Xiao does a gleeful little jig -- and then drops her knee RIGHT across Fox's head.) Long: This is HEINOUS, Reed. Jeff Fox has done some downright awful things, but NO ONE deserves to be treated this way. Reed: Are you kidding me? There's got to be hordes of people who are just LAUGHING right now! You reap what you sow, Long! Fox challenged Awesome, and now he's paying for it! Long: NOW what are these Syndicate people doing...? (The Syndicate trio of Misty, Brigham and Seth haul Jeff Fox's unconscious form off the canvas and drag him toward the last open side of the ring. They wedge Fox's arms in the ropes, as Mr. PB once again pulls the trout from The Skipper's briefcase.) Long: Oh, no. They can't. They won't! (Mic in one hand, fish in the other, Mr. PB puts his paper-bagged face an inch from Fox's.) Mr. PB: I told you, Fox. This is a takeover. You've just been overthrown! (Mr. PB drops the mic and brandishes the trout in both hands. He backs up, swings like a champion shot-putter and--) (SPLATTEROO!) (BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!) Reed: EEEWWWW!! IT BROKE! Long: FISH GUTS EVERYWHERE! ALL OVER THE RING! ALL OVER THE RINGSIDE AREA! ALL OVER THE FRONT ROW FANS! BUT ESPECIALLY ALL OVER PRESIDENT FOX! (Mr. PB throws down what's left of the trout, tears off his gloves, and stands triumphantly in the middle of the ring, the rest of the Syndicate gathered around him. Their four victims -- Blade, Shadow Ninja, Wolf, and Fox -- hang in the ropes, messy with sushi. It's an forgettable picture worth an untold number of words.) (And up on the stage, watching with a wide grin of vindication, is Sean Awesome.) Long: The Syndicate of EVIL is here, folks! And that man, Sean Awesome, is responsible! May God have mercy on ALL of us! Reed: The SMELL! (End broadcast.) Credits CW Title Match, Valley vs. Saint – Sean Awesome Spawn vs. Trinity, Sol-Cal Sinners vs. Steele & Smith – Jeff Fox Thanks for Sean Awesome for picking up the CW Title match at the last minute. All complaints due to lateness direct towards Jeff Fox J

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