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	Dark Matches Sean Edwards vs. Entropy was a no contest as both failed to show. Shadow Ninja and Smith fought an even paced match for the first few minutes with Smith getting the edge for a short time. Smith went for a brutal DDT, but Ninja countered into a Northern Lights Suplex for a close two count. Ninja put on a heel of a show smacking Wizard around with a lot of powerful strikes. Finally Shadow Ninja hit the Reign OF Fire and got the pinfall victory. 4:03 Spawn brutally assaulted Blade and Storm tossing both cruiserweights around like rag dolls. Storm and Blade came back using their speed to gain an advantage till Ty Davis forced one to stay in the ring. Spawn used a lot of Power moves on Storm before planting a huge boot to the face of Blade. Spawn then dismantled Storm with a massive Choke slam for the three count. 3:02 Mike Smith started working over the neck of Steele with a few DDTs and headlocks. He proceeds to use a piledriver and clothesline for near falls. Steele started to fight back but a kick to the groin area defeated that measure. A backdrop driver from Smith almost got Steele down for the count but miraculously he kicked out. The video from last week with the “TJ” symbols aired gain distracting Smith enough for Steele to nail a few Germans on Smith but after the last one Smith landed on his feet and brought Steele up into the Judgment Slam. Smith followed with the pin for the win. 5:09 --------------------------------------------------------- Televised Matches (Lockhart is seen sitting back in his locker room, he sits staring the door. He is in his wrestling attire and is moments away from going after both the WWA Double Crown title and the WWA National title. He is wearing a gold singlet that has the letters “U.S.A” on it, "U" in red, the "S" in white, and the "A" in blue with a blue heart-padlock combo symbol on the lower left leg of the singlet and the keyhole on the heart-lock symbol is black. He is also wearing lycra kneepads matching his singlet and gold amateur wrestling-style ADIDAS shoes with blue stripes on them in typical ADIDAS fashion. His brown hair is slicked down with water, the water drips off of his hair and dribbles onto his face as well as dripping onto his legs as he puts his head down. All of a sudden, the door opens up and Seamus Quinn walks in. Lockhart doesn’t even lift his head to see who it is.) Quinn: “Mr. Lockhart, you are just literally moments away from one of the biggest matches of your life. You have the opportunity to win two WWA titles this evening and show that you are one of, if not the, premier players here in the PNW. Are you ready for this opportunity?” Lockhart: “I was born and bred for this opportunity. I have worked all of my career for this opportunity and I continue to live each day for that next step to greatness. This is my next step. Winning at least one title would show me that I am making that step to the next level and that I am ready to jump onto the biggest stage in the wrestling business. The WWA is the only Alliance that matters in the world today and to be a champion in the greatest Alliance in the world today shows that you have what it takes to make it. This opportunity can’t pass me by, it is one of the last impacts I have yet to make. Say what you will about politics or whatever, but I am currently a WWA Tag Team champion, at least until Dragonwulf gets back, and I am working every step to make my way to the final dream, the biggest prize, the WWA World Heavyweight title. I am not looking past this to the final step however, I am ready to pay the price to make it there, but I will walk one step at a time. I am willing to bleed, sweat, and pay the price to get to the top and tonight should just prove that ONE MORE TIME! These are ‘The Proving Grounds,’ look around you Quinn, no time to be weak or a loser here. You have to be strong to win, and I am one of the strongest and biggest in the WWA today as well as the PNW. So am I ready? I don’t think I have ever NOT been ready for this time, right here, this step tonight.” (Seamus Quinn looks straight at Lockhart, Lockhart finally lifts his head to stare at Quinn, his emerald green eyes burning a hole through Quinn. The determination on his face is evident and the willingness to go out there and dominate smears his face like a bloody mirror.) Quinn: “Well, good luck tonight and thank you for your comments. I can see you are ready, but I will let you get back to your focus, this match.” Lockhart: “Thank you, Quinn, and I hope to do you and all the PNW fans and employees proud with my performance here tonight.” Quinn: “I know you won’t let us down.” (Lockhart reflects the smile that covers Quinn’s face with a grin and then puts his head back down, rotating his neck and shoulders and loosening himself up a bit. He looks for a minute at a very focused Lockhart before leaving the room and closing the door, leaving us with a shot of Lockhart using his hands to push his brown hair forward, still with his head down.) ----------------------------- [Darkness] ["Oddity" 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: Chris Saint is a promising wrestler here in PNW. Reed: But does he stand a chance against Christian Light? [And that's when the lights fall again... Everything is shut off, leaving the entire room in total darkness...and the crowd quiets in stunned anticipation...until, like a gunshot, the music hits. The song is "Broken" by Iron Maiden lead vocalist Bruce Dickinson and it draws a few cheers of recognition.] [But still, all is black.] [Until the video screens light up with one word.] The [The word fades...and, eventually, it is replaced by another.] Last [And, once more, the word fades away...to be replaced one more time.] Nighthawk [And the crowd rises to their feet to welcome the touring legend...but more importantly, the man himself. Meanwhile, on the video screens, a logo that is supposed to look like a flashlight appears to herald Christian's imminent arrival as a lone blue spotlight peers through the fog to show Christian Light walking out from the backstage and towards the ring. Christian comes out wearing a black Last Nighthawk T-shirt, and blue wrestling tights with the letters "RTD" up the outside of each leg.] I will not be pushed, I will not be stamped, defiled I will not be crushed, I am not your only child I am not a freak, object of your own desire I am not ashamed, I am not your alibi [Stopping midway down the aisle, Light looks over the crowd with his hands on his hips. He points at a couple up in the back of the floor seating, while slapping hands with some of the ones that are up front at the barricade.] I stand alone now I can see, you won't bring me down For all this pain and misery, I'm not broken... [After the word "broken" is finished, Light raises both hands in the air, and a huge wall of blue pyro erupts behind him. The crowd is in awe.] Crushed... Crushed... [Christian continues over the drawbridge and begins to walk around the ring, slapping the hands of all the fans he can.] I am not a pawn, this is not a game of chess I am not a pin, stuck into your shiny vest I am not a slave, I will do what I do best Walking out on you, take my life, leave the rest [Carefully, he negotiates his way around the ring area, slapping as many fans' hands as he can. After circling the ring, he climbs into the ring, where he moves to the center, with his head down and the lone blue spotlight shining down on him.] I stand alone now I can see, you won't bring me down For all this pain and misery, I'm not broken... All the hatred, can't you see? You won't bring me down All your lies have set me free, I'm not broken... [Suddenly, Christian rears back...takes his head up...and screams loudly. As he does, the four corners explode with blue sparks. The lights come up, the spotlight is turned off and Christian Light peels off his shirt, bunches it up and tosses it into the crowd. The fans, where it lands, grab it and rip it into pieces. That way, several fans take home a piece of a legend.] I stand alone now I can see, you won't bring me down For all this pain and misery, I'm not broken... All the hatred, can't you see? You won't bring me down All your lies have set me free, I'm not broken... I'm not broken... I'm not broken... I'm not broken... [Christian stretches in his corner. He's ready.] Ding! Ding! [Saint starts off by going for a punch. Light ducks under and When Saint spins around he catches him with a mighty T-bone suplex. The fans already at attention from earlier in the night rise to their feet. Saint rolls to his feet with a grin before walking into ahead and arm suplex from Light. Saint rolls to his feet and goes for a kick but Light counters with a capture suplex. Saint gets up and is planted hard with a basket suplex.] RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Long: Christian Light with the series of suplexes to start things off. What a hell of a show. The fans are revved up. Reed: Saint is shaking the cobwebs out of his head right now. He’s eyeing Light up. Long: The Last Nighthawk is very impressive. Reed: Yeah, but he’s a pansy. Long: Why do you say that? Reed: He doesn’t use weapons, pansy. Long: Anyway… [Saint uses the ropes to gain momentum, sliding under the legs of the bigger Light. Saint Kicks Light into the gut as he turns and goes for a DDT. Light counters and goes for a Northern Lights but Saint uses the momentum to plant Light into the mat with a tornado DDT. Saint stomps Ligth a bit before Light works his way to his feet. Saint runs into the ropes and goes for a flying head scissors takedown. He modifies it and comes out with an arm bar.] RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: Impressive and innovative. Reed: Indeed. Long: Christian uses his size to reach the ropes. [Saint releases the hold and waits for Light to rise. Chris hops to the apron and comes off with a springboard dropkick to send Light reeling back. Saint runs into the ropes and comes off with a chop block sending Light to the mat. Saint goes to lock on a Sharpshooter, but Light pulls him over into a small package.] Burke: One! Burke: Two! Burke: Thr… Long: No! Reed: Saint with the impressive kick out there. [Saint shakes his head and nails Light with a Russian leg sweep. Saint runs into the ropes and comes back and goes for a leg drop which misses its mark. Light grabs Saint and goes for a vertical suplex, But Saint slips behind and nails a Reverse DDT on Light. Saint goes to the top rope and waits as Light rises, Moonsault from Saint.] RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: “The Last Nighthawk” caught him! THWACK! Long: he rammed Saint into the turnbuckle and… BOOM! Long: Oklahoma Stampede! Burke: One! Burke: Two! Reed: Kick out! [Light pulls Saint up and takes him over with a Japanese Ocean Suplex. Light rolls to his feet as Saint is a bit slow to get up. Saint gets caught by Light and taken down into a Samoan Drop. Saint counters though and goes for a crucifix pin which Light rolls out of. Saint and Light roll to their feet and Saint charges Light.] THWACK! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH Long: What a spear from Light! Reed: I think Saint is dead, no I know it. [Saint rolls out of the ring to prevent the pinfall attempt. Light gets up a bit slowly and plays to the crowd a bit. Saint hops onto the apron as Light is turned and springboards into a lariat as Light faces him. Light goes down. Saint locks on a figure four and starts applying the pressure. Light fights the pain and reverses the hold, but Saint latches onto the ropes. Light breaks the hold.] Long: Great match, so much action. Woooooooooooooooo! Long: Knife edged chop from Saint! Woooooooooooooooooo! Long: Another! Wooooooooooooooooo! Long: Light with the block and… Wooooooooooooooooo! Wooooooooooooooooo! Wooooooooooooooooooo! Long: Hard Knife edge chops from Light back Saint into the corner, Light backs up and charges in for a… Reed: missed! Long: Saint ducked the clothesline and p[planted Light with a neckbreaker! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: Frog Splash from Saint! Burke: One! Burke: Two! Reed: No! Long: near fall, Saint with the high risk move, but it didn’t get him the win. Reed: Yet. [Saint is up and looking around. He rolls to the outside and folds upa chair to the boos of the crowd. The ref grabs it from him as Light rises. Light nails Saint with a forearm to the head and then whips him into the ropes. Saint comes back but Light telegraphs toe back body drop. Saint gets ready to plant Light hard into the mat with a piledriver.] CRASH! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: The crowd is on their feet! That shook the ring! Reed: Massive whipping spine buster from Christian Light saved him from the piledriver! Burke: One! Burke: Two! Long: No! [Saint is groggy and Light whips him into the turnbuckle. Light follows in but Saint moves Pee Wee Burke into the way instead. Burke goes down hard. Light is shocked as Saint runs over to the other turnbuckle. Saint grabs the steel chair and hops to the top rope. He tosses the chair to Light and goes for a flying elbow smash. Light dodges and Saint misses. Saint rolls to his feet as Light looks at the chair. Light drops the chair to the side as Saint goes for the low blow. Ty Davis is running down the aisle. Saint looks Around and Cradle DDTs Light into the chair.] SMACK! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Davis: One! Davis: Two! Davis: Three! Long: Saint with the win! Reed: Light should have used the chair. Long: Saint stole that match from Light, that’s disgraceful. Reed: Not really, that’s a classic move. It’s only cheating if you get caught. Long: Saint is leaving the ring now, he’s one up on “The Last Nighthawk.” ----------------------------- [So here we are.] [The Proving Grounds.] [On a Tuesday night, ready to tear it up.] [So where is the scene on this night? The scene on this night is of your two time Double Crown champion, Jake Devins. He sits with his head tilted down, on a black crate with his head in his hands. He’s dressed in his ring attire, with the Double Crown belt proudly wrapped around his waist. Silence is all that fills the air, until we get a little closer..] Jake – "The last time I came to the so called ‘Proving Grounds’ I lost…or rather I was screwed out of my Double Crown championship." [Some mixed reactions from the crowd.] Jake – "Scorn…Never did deserve the belt, and he was smart to vacate it as soon as he did. Pete Van Coolsa was the next holder of this belt, and I showed him up at Battle Born. Now I am the champion once more…and once more I come back here to the so called ‘Proving Grounds’ to defend it." [He laughs slightly.] Jake – "Funny thing is…I won’t really be defending it too much though. You see…I could go on about how much this belt means or doesn’t mean to me…But I won’t…Because you see, tonight isn’t so much about the Double Crown and the National as it would seem…No…tonight is all about getting pay back." [He lifts his head.] Jake – "Last time Rune Archer was here…he was screwed. Last time I was here…I was screwed. I’m not saying that we’re going to be teaming together or what not…But if I were Wolf and this cocky bitch Lockhart…I’d be a little uneasy. You know why?" [He smirks that cold smirk that only he can.] Jake – "Because pay back, as they say, is…a bitch." [Fade out.] ----------------------------- [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 Long: The So-Cal Sinners out here tonight in full force! Only one week from their debut here in the PNW and they could be on a streak, if they can get the job done tonight versus the... [The opening vocals from Queen's "Princes of the Universe" ring throughout the arena...] Reed: Did you mean to say the Syndicate of Evil there? Long: Yes, I did. And here is their entrance now, along with their PNW in-ring debut! [On the PNWtron appears a vast mountainous landscape. The view sweeps at enormous speed across rocky steppes, river valleys, and sheer cliffs, approaching a flat peak. Two figures, tiny at a distance but growing larger as the shot zooms in, stand with arms folded, surveying the world around them with the imperious air of conquerors.] [Two words strobe over this image: MANIFEST DESTINY.] [Blue and white pyro explodes from the stage, and those same two figures stride out onto the ramp: Seth Maverick and "The Stormin' Mormon" Brigham Smith. Almost immediately, the fans are booing them relentlessly.] [Maverick is tall and muscular, sporting a head of messy, shoulder-length black hair and an unshaven face. He wears black khaki pants with "MAVERICK" down the left leg in silver letters, black boots, and white tape on his fists. Smith -- smaller but lithe in appearance -- is clad in short blue-and-white tights, white pads and boots. He also wears a hooded vest that is blue in front, white in back with the initials "TSM" written in blue; the hood is pulled over his short unkempt brown hair. Tucked under his arm is a leather-bound edition of the Book of Mormon.] [Behind them appears two men: one large and stocky, dressed in a crisp white ship captain's uniform, the other tall and lean, and dressed like a cowboy -- their Syndicate colleagues, The Skipper and Ash the Man-Soon. Together, the four men stride purposefully down the ramp...] Ring Announcer: Now coming to the ring, accompanied by The Skipper and Ash the Man-Soon... At a combined weight of 485 pounds... Representing the Syndicate of EVIL... Seth Maverick and "The Stormin' Mormon" Brigham Smith -- MANIFEST DESTINY! [Amid loud jeering, the foursome enters the ringside area. The Skipper and Ash remain on the floor while Smith and Maverick slip into the ring. Seth goes to his team's corner and leans listlessly against the turnbuckles. Meanwhile, Brigham stands in the center of the ring, accepts a microphone from the ring announcer, and addresses the crowd...] Brigham: Good evening, Brothers and Sisters. I come before you tonight with a deep concern for those among us who are living in sin -- especially those who proudly admit to be sinners. People like our opponents for tonight, the So-Cal Sinners. Tonight, I'd like to share something with you -- food for thought, if you will. I'll be sharing a passage with you from Doctrine & Covenants Section 43, verses 17 through 19. [He opens his Book of Mormon and looks down. Some distinct jeering from the crowd is audible, but there's no dampening Brigham Smith's spirit.] Brigham: "Hearken ye, for, behold, the great day of the Lord is nigh at hand. For the day cometh that the Lord shall utter his voice out of heaven; the heavens shall shake and the earth shall tremble, and the trump of God shall sound both long and loud, and shall say to the sleeping nations: Ye saints arise and live; ye sinners stay and sleep until I shall call again..." [Smith looks up and snaps his book shut as he finishes...] Brigham: "...Wherefore gird up your loins lest ye be found among the wicked." [Flashes a big grin at the crowd] And I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen. [Ignoring the deluge of boos washing down on the ring, Smith hands the mic back to the dumbfounded ring announcer and goes to join Maverick in his corner.] Long: So both teams are out of the gate and ready to go here in this contest. The referee for this contest checks them out and we are off now and set up for this tag team encounter. Reed: Did anyone ever tell you that you talk WAY too much during a match. How about giving me a little time to talk? Long: If I give you a little time to talk, then you would take up the rest of the program with your talking! Reed: No way you son of a... Long: Family show? Reed: Biscuit eater! Ding! Ding! [Both teams stand in the ring for a minute, before Brigham Smith steps between the ropes on his side and Christian Lockheart moves through the ropes into the corner on his own side. Both men look at each other before Primal and Maverick run at each other. Maverick steps up and hits a shoulder block. Primal hits the mat and Maverick runs at the ropes, he springs off of them and hits Primal, who has now stood up, with another shoulder block. Primal goes down and Maverick runs at the ropes yet again, Primal is up and hits Maverick with a drop-toe hold.] Long: Good fluid wrestling so far and not much of a slugfest! Reed: It will get there, believe me. With these big guys, it will have to get there. Long: No doubts in my mind either! [Maverick finds his way to his feet and Primal goes off the ropes trying to hit a clothesline only to get drilled in the face with a fist. Maverick drags him over to the ropes and places Primal neck first on the middle rope, he then tags in Smith. Maverick picks up Primal’s feet and Smith, not missing a beat, runs and springs off the opposite ropes. He bounces back and runs at Maverick, leapfrogging him and dropping all of his weight across Primal’s back. Primal bounces off and grabs his back. Smith then climbs to the top rope while Primal is down and flies off for a guillotine leg drop, but Primal rolls out of the way.] Long: Nice flowing movements in the ring from all competitors involved, but it appears Smith just wanted a little too much, too soon. Reed: Yeah, and these guys aren’t gonna have ANY of that! Long: Primal making his way over to his corner, he is literally army crawling his way there. Smith is doing the same to hopefully catch Primal before he gets to his...nevermind. [Both men hit tags to their partners and Lockheart is hot! He comes in and runs at Maverick, nailing him with a clothesline at his debut in this match. He knocks Smith off the apron while he is in the motions and then makes a U-turn running back at Maverick and hitting him with another clothesline. He then comes running at a dizzied Maverick and jumps up to attempt a hurracanrana. He is caught however and powerbombed for his efforts. Lockheart lays on the ground, brutalized by the shear power of Maverick. He picks him up and drops him across his own corner turnbuckle, and then Lockheart comes down across it, snapping his head back. As he slumps down, Maverick chokes him against the ropes, punching him as he chokes Lockheart. The ref counts to four and Maverick breaks it, only to start again, the ref gets back to four and Maverick finally relents.] Long: Such a hot tag to Lockheart and the momentum really was on his side, until he went for that hurracanrana on Maverick, not a good idea I might add... Reed: Well, yeah! I mean, this guy is big and powerful, you have to wear him down with more than a few clotheslines to attempt a move like that. Long: Yeah, like bring a tank in there to knock him down first. Reed: Yeah, or a bottle of booze. Long: Not cool, Garret. Not cool. Reed: Oh you were thinking the same thing! I just said it, but I love this guy! He is one of the best brawlers here in the PNW. Long: No disagreements here. [Maverick then tags out to Smith and he picks up Lockheart, he goes for a suplex, only to have Lockheart float over it. Smith turns around right into a “Sinner’s Shot” palm strike from Lockheart, bloodying the nose of Smith. Lockheart goes to take advantage with a snapmare, flipping him over and then hitting a dropkick to the back of Smith’s head. Lockheart doesn’t notice how close to his opponent’s corner he is and Maverick grabs him by the hair. Primal tries to come in and stop it, only to get held back by the referee. Maverick takes the opportunity to hit a low blow on Lockheart, crushing his momentum and a bit more. Maverick makes a loud slapping noise with his hands and rolls Smith out to the apron, and then Primal steps out and Maverick takes over.] Long: Maverick taking the low road there and cheating to try and get this victory. Reed: You know, the more I see him, the more I like him! Long: I wouldn’t know why... Reed: Sarcasm will get you no where, George-O! Long: Stop calling me that! [Maverick pulls Lockheart to his feet and locks him in a front face lock. He then proceeds to DDT him. Lockheart lays down on the mat and Smith tags Maverick, climbing to the top rope in one fluid motion. He jumps off hitting a high-impact frog splash, openly mocking his opponent with the maneuver. He goes for the cover.] [One...] [Two...] [Kickout!] Long: Not even a three-count as the heart of the “So-Cal Sensation” is just being put on display... Reed: Let Maverick in there and it will be an open display, I guarantee it! [Smith tags Maverick in, almost on cue from Garret Reed, and picks up Lockheart. He goes to hit a German suplex, but Lockheart flips out of it and hit a dropkick to Maverick’s back. The force of the dropkick sends Maverick to the mat and Lockheart frantically crawls, with every bit of strength in him to his corner, making a tag. Maverick gets back up and Primal comes running at him, but Maverick counters with a HUGE spinebuster. The crowd really gets into that move with a huge collective groan coming from the crowd at that impact. Primal’s back is screaming with pain from that maneuver. Maverick then picks up Primal and hits a HUGE Death Valley Driver on him next, as Primal now grasps his head. He is in obvious pain, as Maverick tags out to Smith. Smith quickly goes in for the cover.] [One...] [Two...] [Thre...Kick out!] Long: He barely kicks out of that one and the back, and now the head, are now obviously hurting this young man. Reed: Well, Maverick is looking to prove a point. Long: I think the Syndicate is as well! Reed: They are Eeevvilllee! Long: Geez man! Have you no dignity? [Smith gets back to his feet quickly and moves behind Primal, wrenching his back with a bow and arrow stretch. Primal fights and, after a few seconds, gets his feet on the bottom rope. After breaking the hold, he pulls Primal out to the center of the ring and grabs a hold of Primal’s leg. He goes to turn him over in a single leg Boston Crab, but Primal resists. After a few tries, he finally works him over into the single leg crab. Primal is writhing in pain and scratches his way back to the bottom rope, he finally makes it there after a minute or two in the hold. Primal now lays holding his back against the ropes.] Long: I do NOT envy Primal in this position, not at all! Reed: Smith needs to tag out to his monster, err...tag team partner, Maverick. Long: Are you on the SoE’s pay roll or something? You are shilling them like they were a million dollar watch or something. Reed: I just appreciate good talent like them, it is obvious YOU don’t! And I am telling Mr. PB that! Long: Go ahead and tell him that! I don’t care, you’d think he was my boss or something! Reed: He could be soon, if him and Awesome have their way! Long: Yeah, everyone but a few wrestlers seem willing to sell-out and dismantle the PNW, it’s sad for our company! [Smith tags out to Maverick and Maverick steps in to the ring, completely in control. Primal lays on his back and Lockheart is barely standing in his own corner. Smith climbs back into his own corner, after they hoist up Primal and hit a BIG double-team suplex! Maverick then picks Primal up like a rag doll and throws him off the ropes, he bounces off and Maverick hits a tilt-a-whirl inverted DDT, turning it into a pinning predicament. The ref slides in for the count.] [One..] [Two...] [Thr..Kick out!] Long: Close one there. Reed: Close, but no cigar, George-O! Long: Stop calling me that! [Primal lays on his back, exhausted, as Maverick rolls back over to him. He then flips over Primal and executes his “S.O.L.” Crippler Crossface. Primal screams in pain as Maverick wrenches back, putting pressure on the arm, neck, and back of Primal. His back, already searing with pain, is forcing Primal to contemplate submitting as he raises his hand to tap. Lockheart staggers in trying to break it up, but his leg is grabbed by Ash the Man-Soon who made his way to their corner in preparation for Maverick’s finisher hold. Lockheart turns around to jaw at him, but remembers his trapped partner only to turn around into a running calf kick from Smith . Lockheart tumbles through the ropes and Smith, seeing his partner looking at victory, uses the rope to execute a plancha on Lockheart, who was trying to get back to his feet for the save. Primal, seeing no escape and writhing from the pain, starts violently tapping the mat, giving the win to Maverick and Smith as the ref calls for the bell.] Ding! Ding! Ding! Long: Well, the SoE picks up their first victory in their debut. [Brigham Smith is celebrating on the floor before climbing back in the ring and up the ropes like a monkey. Maverick just stares at him, as Ash and the Skipper slide into the ring as well. Lockheart, dizzy and hurting, slides into the ring and helps up his partner, they make their way over to their opponents and both simultaneously extend their hands towards their opponents. The raise Maverick’s arms and go to get Smith’s arm as well to raise it, only to turn into simultaneous chair shots from Ash and The Skipper!] Reed: Ouch, and THAT had to hurt! Long: I would assume it would, I am not asking for one of those to find out. Reed: I would do it without asking... Long: But then you might be asking for a job next. [The ref comes in to stop the beating the SoE is giving the So-Cal Sinners, but gets shoved out of the way. The So-Cal Sinners get hung up in the ropes and Ash and Skipper hand the chairs over to Maverick and Smith, the each take a few swings at their beaten, and now bloodied, opponents as the ref climbs to the outside and talks to the announcer.] Announcer: The referee has informed me that he will REVERSE his decision, if these men do NOT cease this beating! [They continue to beat down their opponents, as the ref yells at them, warning them not to test him. He looks back over at the announcer and tells him to reverse the decision.] Announcer: The referee has announced that he has decided to REVERSE HIS DECISION and therefore the winners of the match are THE SO-CAL SINNERS!! [The men stop for a second and then continue to work over their opponents. The ref goes to get on the apron, but Ash has since gotten another chair and swings as the rope as the ref jumps off, just in time. Sean Awesome makes his way out from behind the curtain quickly.] Awesome: You thought that you all would NOT see me again, eh? Well, you haven’t heard the last of me here until we run this company OUT of business and, right now since I am co-owner of this place, I am reversing the referee’s decision and giving the match back to Manifest Destiny! So just try and stop THAT, Fox! [Awesome turns right around and goes back through the curtain. The camera cuts to commercials as policemen and security run the Syndicate of Evil out of the ring and to the back, a few staying behind to help the So-Cal Sinners to the back.] [Slowly the lights dim down as the fans stand to their feet in anticipation of the next superstar. Their whispers fill the air, as suddenly "Enter the Sandman" by Metallica starts to blare over the PA System. The fans send out a mixed reactions of boos and cheers as they hear this music, white lights flashing on and off on the stage as slowly but surely NGWAs former two time Massachusetts State Champion and former three time, not to mention last NGWA Hardcore champion and former SSW Liberty Bell champion and current two time Double Crown champion walks out onto the stage with a smirk on his face. He wears his usual ring attire consisting of black wrestling pants, two black elbow pads, and black wrist tape not to mention the Double Crown championship secure around his waist as he stops in the center of the stage and stares out at the fans. Jake walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face as he passes up a few outstretched hands and quickly slides under the bottom rope into the ring. Jake stands up and quickly jumps up onto the second rope of the turn buckle nearest him, a smirk still on his face as he looks around the crowd for a moment before he unfastens his belt and before he jumps off backwards and spins around in mid air landing on his feet, he quickly begins to jog in place and stretch slightly as his old music fades and the lights return to normal.] Long: Jake Devins, a man who claims to have been an Assassin. Reed: Double Ass In., I thought this was a family show, not Will and Grace. Long: Shut up, Garret. ["Trapt" by Headstrong begins to play over the PA. Red, white, and blue laser lights piece the arena, moving over the crowd as his entrance video plays showing Lockhart doing various signature move and his finishers, as well as winning matches and even some of his amateur wrestling shots like his World championship win. A man moves from behind the curtain and stands looking at the crowd, his green eyes surveying everything, before then moving his focus to the ring. The monster of a man is wearing his PNW "Locked Hart" t-shirt over his singlet for his entrance to the ring. He poses a bit, flexing and bouncing on the balls of his feet. Then he begins his move towards the ring.] Circling, your circling, you circle in your head Contemplating everything you ever said Now I know the truth, I got a doubt A different motive in your eyes and now I'm out, see you later [Stops mid-way to pose some more and then abruptly raising his arms pointing towards the sky and looking up] I see your fantasy you want to make a reality paved in gold See inside, inside of our heads Well that's all over, I see your motives inside And your decision to hide Announcer: Now coming to ring, standing at 6'3 and weighing in at 265 pounds... Back off we'll take you on Headstrong to take on anyone I know that you are wrong Headstrong we're Headstrong Back off We'll take you on Headstrong to take on anyone I know that you are wrong And this is not where you belong I can't give everything away (This is not where you belong) I won’t give everything away Announcer: A former amateur World Champion and internationally renowned wrestling superstar... Conclusions manifest your first impressions got to be your very best I see you're full of s* and that's alright That's how you play I guess you get through every night Now that's over [Continues his move to the ring, stopping right before getting to the ring.] Announcer: "The Shooter" Jason Lockhart! I see your fantasy you want to make a reality paved in gold See inside, inside of our heads Well that's all over, I see your motives inside And your decision to hide Back off we'll take you on Headstrong to take on anyone I know that you are wrong Headstrong we're Headstrong Back off We'll take you on Headstrong to take on anyone I know that you are wrong And this is not where you belong (where you belong) I can't give everything away (this is not where you belong) I won't give everything away [He then continues to move toward the ring, jumping onto the apron, and moving between the ropes into the actual ring.] I know, I know all about I know, I know all about I know I know all about your motives inside and your decision to hide [He stands in the middle of the ring, as the song is finishing, then balls up his fist and strikes his chest three times before raising it, pointing his index finger to the sky.] Back off we'll take you on Headstrong to take on anyone I know that you are wrong Headstrong we're Headstrong Back off We'll take you on Headstrong to take on anyone I know that you are wrong And this is not where you belong (where you belong) I can't give everything away (this is not where you belong) I won't give everything away (this is not where you belong) [He then either stands staring at the entryway, waiting for his opponent to come out or stares across the ring at his opponent in the ring.] Long: And Jason Lockhart! WWA Tag Team Title Holder! 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 "The Wicker Man" by Iron Maiden begins to rock Twin Falls, the PNW fans rise to their feet as they know that the arrival of the WWA National Champion is at hand.] 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 crowd absorbs the first four lines, Rune Archer bursts out of the entranceway, as energetic as ever, pumping his fist in the air, feeding off the hot crowd. He is clad in his "Rune Archer: Pride of a Nation" t-shirt, and carries his National Title belt over his shoulder. He looks ahead to the ring with an ever-so-slight smirk on his face,] 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 gets up on the apron, smile still on his face. He looks around the jam-packed arena, then quickly steps inside the ring, walking over to the far ropes. He gets up on the second rope, and pumps his fist in the air, sending flashbulbs all over the arena into a frenzy.] Your time will come, Your time will come Your time will come, Your time will come [Rune jumps down off of the ropes, turning 180º to face the entranceway once again.] Ding! Ding! [Lockhart and Devins lock up as Archer and Wolf circle each other. Devins takes Lockhart over with a snap mare followed by a spinal tap. Devins runs into the ropes and executes a flipping neckbreaker on Lockhart. Archer and Wolf lock up. Wolf goes behind and goes for an early German suplex but Rune lands on his feet still holding Wolf and drives Wolf into the mat with a Reverse DDT.] Long: Rune with the early high impact move. [Lockhart and Devins brawl and Lockhart goes for a belly to belly. Devins counters with a head butt and takes Lockhart over with a Overhead Belly To Belly Suplex. Archer takes Wolf over with an arm drag, Wolf rolls to his feet and charges in again, Rune goes for the arm drag but Wolf counters with a hip toss. Rune gets to his feet and charges into an arm drag from Wolf. Rune charges again but Wolf back body drops him, Rune twist in the air and takes Wolf down with a ace crusher.] RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Richards: One Richards: Two! Long: Devins breaks up the pinfall saving his title. [Devins and Rune start brawling as Lockhart grabs the downed Wolf and locks ina dragon sleeper. Devins takes Rune down with a Release German Suplex and plants a boot intot he jaw of Lockhart to break the count. Lockhart gets picked up by Devins and taken down hard with a DDT. Devins follows with two more DDTs and then a brain buster DDT.] BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Richards: One! Reed: the fans don’t like Devins. Richards: Two! Long: Kick out from Lockhart! [Lockhart gets up and him and Devins start trading mat moves. Lockhart uses a few side headlocks and arm locks to wear down Devins as Rune and Wolf go at it. Rune ducks under a punch attempt from Wolf but not the following mule kick. Wolf grabs Rune and plants him hard into the mat with a DDT. Wolf is waiting on Rune to stand.] Reed: "Clothesline!" [Lockhart swings wide for the hard clothesline, but Jake ducks!] [SMMACK!] Long– "Lockhart was going for Devins, but Jake ducked and Lockhart instead hit Wolf!" [Lockhart spins around after drilling Wolf and is met with a quick kick to the gut.. From there Jake pulls him into a standing head scissors and wraps his arms around Lockhart’s waist!] Long: "Pile driver?!" [Jake pulls up on his waist, lifting Lockhart up vertically Jake jumps back and absolutely DRILLS Lockhart HEAD FIRST into the canvas with a sickening thud!] [THUUDD] [OOHH!] Long:" Ooh what a jumping sit down pile driver!" Reed: Rune is getting up! Long: Wall Unit from Wolf! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! [Wolf ran up to the top rope, and launches backwards with a huge moonsault press. Archer comes to his senses just in time to catch Wolf in a Fireman's Carry. That doesn't last long, however, as Rune swings the legs of Wolf downwards to the side, and they drop in a sitout short powerbomb] Long: The crowd loved that move. Richards: One! Reed: broken up by Devins! Long: Again saving his title. [Lockhart comes up from behind and nails a crossed arm german suplex on Devins. Lockhart rolls through and releases Devins arms but locks in a full nelson. Lockhart takes Devins over with a dragon suplex. Jason rolls through again and releases the full nelson locking on a katahijime, he follows with a katahijime suplex smashing the head of Devins into the mat. Lockhart isn’t done. He rolls through and then takes Devins down with a high angle release german suplex.] RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: The crowd is on their feet for… BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Long: Rune Archer with a superkick sends Lockhart to the outside. The fans aren’t liking the non-PNW wrestler. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: Rune Archer turned right around and into the Fallen Angel from Wolf! Reed: Wolf covers! Richards: One! Richards: Two! Long: No! Reed: Devins is up and he tosses Wolf over the top rope! Long: "Hard kick to the gut of Rune Archer!" [Jake quickly swings around behind Archer, and before Archer can react, brings him crashing down with a German suplex!] Reed: "Nice." Long: "He’s not done." [He keeps the lock on however, and pulls Rune up once more, only to pop his hips and drill Rune into the canvas once more.. He gets back up, hold still locked, and hits another! He lifts him back up again, only this time as he pulls Rune up, he lets go and sends Rune flying into the air and crashing down into the canvas for a release German to finish off the multiples!] RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Reed: the crowd’s cheering Devins? Richards: One! Long: Well it was impressive. Richards: Two! Reed: weird! Richards: Three! Ding! Ding! Ring Announcer: The winner of the first fall and still the World Wrestling Alliance Double Crown Champion… “The Assassin” Jake Devins. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ding! Ding! Long: We are in second fall territory now. Reed: No rest for anyone. Long: "Wolf is on the outside of the apron looking dazed!" Reed: "Here comes Devins!" [Indeed, with Wolf dazed on the apron, Jake has quickly hit the opposite ropes and is sprinting back to him.. Once in range Jake leaps up CLEAR over the top rope and CLEAR over Wolf, flipping over him he wraps his arms around his legs just before he touches the ground, Jake snaps Wolf down!] [SMMMACKKK!!] [OOOHHH!!] Long: "Sunset Power bomb!" Red: "Damn, that folded Wolf up like a freaking accordion!" [Lockhart slides into the ring and starts stomping on Rune Archer. Wolf and Devins are brawling on the outside. Lockhart takes Rune over with an vertical and rolls through looking for another. Rune slips behind and picks up Lockhart in side slam position, and drops him right on his knee, in a perfect backbreaker. Archer doesn't release the hold, though. He picks Lockhart back up, spins him one-eighty, and drops him in a DDT.] Reed: Owwwwwy Richards: One! Richards: Two! Reed: And Lockhart kicks out! [Wolf hops onto the apron and takes Devins down with Wolf’s Fury. Lockhart goes for the Gold Medal Winner (f-5 into DDT) but Archer slips off and follows with a kick to the gut of Lockhart. He follows by using his most potent move, the Straight Jacket Special to plant Lockhart hard into the mat.] RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: WoW! Reed: Whip it out whenever? Richards: One! Long: What a move! Reed: Wolf going for the save! Richards: Two! Long: Devins grabbed his foot! Richards: Three! Ding! Ding! Ring Announcer: The winner of the second fall and still… BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ring Announcer: And still World Wrestling Alliance’s National Champion, Rune Archer! Long: What a match! [The lights dim and a red haze comes over the arena. “Whatever” by Godsmack comes over the PA. The song hits a beat and there is a explosion at the entrance way. As the music gets more intense you see Wrec Hannibal walk out from behind the curtain wearing a black trench coat, no shirt, black tight with the red bone lettering spelling out Hannibal. Wrec takes a couple steps forward, looks out at the crowd with a cocky look while Tiffany Chaos walks from behind the curtain wearing a tight black leather tank top and black leather pants. ] And I wonder day to day I don't like you anyway I don't need your shit today You pathetic in your own way I feel for you better fkin' go away I will behave Better fking go away. I'm doing the best I ever did I'm doing the best that I can I'm doing the best I ever did [Wrec begins to walk down to the ring with the same cocky look on his face as Tiffany walks down two steps behind him.] I don't need to fantasize You are my pets all the time I don't mind if you go blind You get what you get Until you're through with my life [Wrec slides into the ring and walks over to the turnbuckle as Tiffany walks around the outside of the ring cheer on Wrec.] I feel for you better fkin' go away I will behave Better fking go away. I'm doing the best I ever did I'm doing the best that I can I'm doing the best I ever did I'm doing the best that I can [Wrec stretches out his arms into a underhook flex, then points both of his thumbs towards himself in a cocky manner in spite of the crowd booing him.] Long: Here comes the challenger, the number one contender and the PNW Oregon State champion, making his way to the ring for a PNW Heavyweight title match! Reed: He is going to lose, you know that, right? Long: I think Wrec has what it takes to beat Ulfric, he has showed a fire as of late. He did beat Lockhart for that Oregon State championship after all, one of the hottest young stars in the PNW and some say the best PNW-bred talent on the market today! Reed: Lockhart is weak! I hear that he will be losing all his Tag titles too, since DragonWulf is seemingly back and ready to team with his Final Judgment partner, Wrec. Long: Well, who knows the future of those Tag titles except our quarreling owners and the WWA execs. Reed: Get used to the words “former“ and “loser,” Lockhart, you will be hearing it a lot! Long: This match is Wrec and Ulfric, NOT anyone and Lockhart, and speaking of our PNW champ...here he comes NOW! [Smoke begins to pour down the entrance ramp as the heavy guitar laden opening rift of “Time does not heal” by Dark Angel blares from the house PA system. The lights dim, and as a blue glow emanates from somewhere deep inside the tunnel. For a moment the haunting cords give way to equally chilling words. ] “It’s always darkest before it goes completely black I’m older now so I should know, you can never look back But the scars of childhood memories dominate my head The inner pain I’ve vowed to keep until the day I’m dead” [A dark shadow can be seen through the fogs thick blue haze.] “You can’t see, the life I was forced to lead What it’s like to die daily You can’t feel, the thoughts I’ve learned to steal Survivals my reality” [A series of blue Pyro erupts in front of the entrance as Ulfric steps through the fog, his long white/green hair hanging lose in his face, he is wearing a pair of frayed blue jeans, a black Dark Angel t-shirt, and motorcycle boots. Over his shoulder is the PNW and SSW heavyweight titles, gleaming proudly beneath the lights.] “When I was young I lived in fear The hands of doom forever drawing near I wonder how I earned to perservere As time advanced deceit was my life’s truth Spurred on by the peace I never knew” [Ulfric pauses midway down the ramp to remove his t-shirt which he throws into the crowd before banging his head in time to the music. Finally he sprints the rest of the way to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and stepping right into the ring. He looks focused, pacing the ring until the opening bell.] Ding! Ding! Long: The ref has called for the bell and we are ready to go, each man can’t really afford to lose here tonight! However, I would say that Ulfric has the most to lose and the least to gain with his victory here tonight. Reed: Yeah, and Wrec has the most to gain and least to lose, since his title isn’t up for grabs here. Long: How astute! Thanks for stating the obvious Garret. Reed: No problem, George-O! Long: Stop that, stop it now! [The two men shake hands in the center of the ring and then circle each other, feeling each other out, with neither man taking the offensive to quickly. They lock up and Ulfric comes out on top with a hammerlock. Wrec slaps his arm a few time before reversing the hammerlock. Ulfric reverses Wrec back into a hammerlock and then picks him up and suplexes Wrec on his arm, with the hammerlock still locked on. Wrec lays on the ground and Ulfric goes for an early cover as the ref slides in to count.] [One...] [Kick out!] Long: Too early to expect too much of a pin, but Ulfric was apparently trying to surprise Wrec and pick up a quick victory and retain his championship. Reed: But Wrec was too smart for and too strong for THAT! And that is bad, considering that Wrec is not the sharpest knife in the drawer! Long: Wrec is a very good competitor and very intelligent in that ring. He has been doing this for quite some time after all... Reed: But so has Ulfric! Long: Very true! [They lock up again and Ulfric goes behind again on Wrec, locking him up in a hammerlock and trying to hook Wrec’s head, but Wrec slides out and hooks a hammerlock of his own. He then sticks his leg out in front of Ulfric and drives him down with a Front Russian Legsweep, while holding onto the hammerlock. He rolls Ulfric over and goes for the quick pin himself.] [One...] [Kick out!] Long: Still too early Wrec, but he is employing the same strategy as Ulfric. Gotta commend him for that, go for the pin early and as often as possible! Reed: Yeah, but what an innovator, aren’t you gonna say something about that move? Long: Look for it to appear on any other WWA regional show or any other wrestling promotion’s show elsewhere, but remember who brought it to you, Wrec Hannibal and the PNW! Reed: Even I was impressed by that move... Long: That would be a first from someone who you don’t obviously favor all the time. Reed: What? I resent that! [Ulfric gets up from the move and checks his face for blood, seeing none he resumes wrestling. They circle each other again, this time locking up but neither man really getting the better of the other. Wrec forces Ulfric back into one of the corners and gives up for a rope break, at the referee’s request. He moves back to the center and Ulfric and him lock up again. This time it is Ulfric who pushes Wrec back into a turnbuckle, he also breaks at the ref’s request, but then slaps Wrec before moving back into the middle. Wrec gets incited and runs at Ulfric, easily falling prey to a drop toe hold, which Ulfric slide up into an armbar as well. Locking it on good, he wrenches back on it. The referee checks on Wrec, but sees that there is gonna be no give in him. Wrec fights his way, but finally makes it to the ropes and Ulfric breaks the hold clean.] Long: Good wrestling by Ulfric, this is why the PNW is as great as it is! Good, hard wrestlers who can get the job done in the ring! No need for outside tactics, for the most part, just good old fashioned wrestling! Reed: You done yet? Long: Yes, but I have a question for you...did you see how Ulfric, showing the wiles of a veteran and champion, lured Wrec in with that slap? Reed: Yeah, pretty good old school wrestling there! Long: Shut up! Good move on Ulfric’s part, forcing Wrec off his game! By the way, I have another question, are you wearing a toupee? Reed: No, you stupid son of a Bi... Long: Family show, family show! Reed: B-Biscuit eater! [Wrec gets to his feet and moves towards Ulfric, who is now in the center of the ring after breaking the hold. He gets in Ulfric’s face and starts jawing at him, Ulfric merely smiles and looks to turn, before spinning back around and smashing Wrec in the face with a right hand. Wrec goes right to the mat, but pops back up and starts brawling with Ulfric.] Long: Wrec does NOT want to brawl with one of the finest hardcore wrestlers in the Alliance! Reed: Maybe he does, he looks like he wants to right now, and he can hold his own...at least he is right now. [Wrec and Ulfric are going blow-for-blow with each other, neither man falling down and neither backing up much at all from the hits. Finally, they start to wear each other down. Each fist shot slowing further and further down and each man looking more and more weary. They both bounce off the ropes going for a good knockout shot, but end up hitting each other with a double clothesline. The ref begins his count.] [One...] [Two..] [Three...] [Four...] Long: It’s not going to end like this, is it? It can’t! [Five...] [Both men start to stir and move towards getting to their feet] Reed: Looks like they don’t want it to end like this, and they haven’t even wrestled all that much! [Six...] [Both men quickly move to their feet and the referee stops his count. They look at each other and move towards each other, locking up again.] Long: I knew it wouldn’t end like that, these men have too much pride to let it end on a double countout! Reed: Or they are too stupid, it could be an easy win for Ulfy... Long: But he has too much pride and that title is too prestigious to just lay down for! [Wrec wins the lock up and swings around Ulfric, hooking his waist and executing a German suplex. Ulfric stands right up from it, like it didn’t even faze him, and Wrec gets a weird look on his face. He lock up again and wins out again, this time hooking the head and putting Ulfric down with a brainbuster. Ulfric just stands back up and shakes his head, not really looking like it did much damage. Wrec shoots in again and hooks the waist, yet again, executing another German suplex, but Ulfric reverses by floating over and hits Wrec with a German suplex of his own. Wrec lays on the ground for a second, but only a second and then gets back to his feet.] Long: Excellent display of wrestling! Ulfric looks unstoppable! He took a German suplex and a brainbuster and stood right up like it was only a slap to the face! Reed: I could do that! Long: Yeah, I bet. [Ulfric walks over towards Wrec and hoists him onto his shoulders before executing a Fireman’s Carry Armbreaker, sending Wrec down hard. Wrec jumps back to his feet but clutches his left arm, which took the brunt of the last move. He gets to his feet favoring his arm, but doesn’t let that deter him as he goes right after Ulfric. Ulfric wastes no time in hitting a single arm DDT and then sliding up and going after an armbar. Wrec crawls his way to the ropes and hooks the bottom one with his right arm. The referee forces Ulfric off of him and Wrec is slow in getting to his feet. He uses the ropes and makes it to his feet, all the while shaking his arm, trying to get the pain out.] Long: Ulfric appears to be wanting that arm, and Wrec better be careful that Ulfy doesn’t take it with him! Reed: Yeah, what he wants, he seemingly gets anymore! Just like his Summer Games victory... Long: Yeah, he is a great fighting champion, but don’t count Wrec out just yet! [Wrec moves cautiously towards Ulfric, not wanting to let him inflict any more damage to his left arm. He holds it back as he moves towards Ulfric as well. They lock up again and Wrec surprises Ulfric with some snap headbutts. First with one, then two, and then three and four, thoroughly dizzying up Ulfric. He uses this opportunity to pick him up and hit a gorilla press into a facebuster. With Ulfric down and out, Wrec climbs to the top rope and leaps up with his “Hell From Above” somersault leg drop. He nails it and rolls Ulfric over for the pin. The ref slides into position.] [One...] [Two...] [Kick out!] Long: Wow! Not even a three after that? Amazing display of toughness by Ulfric! Reed: I must say, he is even winning me over with his hardcore style! He may just be unbeatable! Long: I was thinking the exact same thing! Weird... [Ulfric lays on the mat for a second and both men seem tired from the intense match-up that has been going on. Wrec stands up first and hoists Ulfric onto his shoulders, he then pushes him off his shoulders and sits out into Wrec’s “Agony of Defeat” Electric Chair Drop. He moves in for the cover.] [One...] [Tw...Kick out!] Long: Not even a two there, Ulfric appears to be getting stronger! [Wrec has a look of shock and horror as Ulfric kicks out. He seems frustrated as well, wondering what he can do to put this man away, as he does Ulfric gets to his feet, and Wrec gets up to his feet not knowing what is behind him. Ulfric hooks him in his “Embrace” finisher and crushes Wrec face first onto the mat. He rolls him over and looks for the cover and the pin.] [One...] [Two...] [Thre...Kick out!] Long: Wrec barely getting out of that one, but getting out none the less and saving himself the opportunity to wear the one belt he doesn’t have in the PNW, the PNW championship! Reed: He was close to barely walking out without it tonight though. The way Ulfric is getting stronger, he may have been better off some time ago. Long: I have to agree there. [Ulfric pulls Wrec to his feet and hoists him up on his shoulders, then pushes him off with his own Electric Chair Drop. Wrec goes down hard on his face again and Ulfric moves in for the cover.] [One...] [Two...] [Kick Out!] Long: Wrec kicking out again, he may be getting his second wind like Ulfric did. He is still laying on the canvas though. Reed: Yeah, dazed and out of it... Long: He kicked out on instinct, all champions have that intuition! [Ulfric rolls Wrec over and hooks him in a double armbar while sitting on his back, before flipping over and bridging himself, while keeping his arms locked. Wrec is in a considerable amount of pain, especially considering the shape his left arm is in. He screams out loudly, but will not quit. He uses his legs to try and work his way out of it, but he isn’t getting far moving. The ref gets in his face.] Referee: Do you quit, son? Wrec: (loudly) No chance in H#ll! [Ulfric unlocks the move, seeing Wrec as easy pickings and pulls him, by his left arm into the center of the ring. He then sticks his arm between his legs and locks his legs around the left arm. He then subjects Wrec to his version of the Crippler Crossface. Wrec screams out in pain as his left arm feel like it his coming off, but slowly makes his way to the ropes and gets a rope break. He uses the ropes to fight his way back to his feet as Ulfric stands back and watches his prey getting up.] Long: This guy has some guts! Hanging on and outlasting the pain of a Bridged Double armbar and a Crippler Crossface? I have NEVER seen THAT before! And he did it with his arm about hanging off. I am not sure he even feels that arm anymore. Reed: Maybe he should quit and fight the champ another day! Long: Not after all he has been through, he has to take this title! Tonight is Wrec’s night! [Ulfric runs at a weary Wrec, but Wrec drops him down into a Crippler Crossface of his own. His arm is so beaten that his grip isn’t so good, however, and he is forced to release it himself to try ofr a better hold, but he did hold onto it for a minute or two. He lets Ulfric go and whips him into the turnbuckle.] Long: This could be his chance, use everything you have Wrec! Now is the time to pull out all the stops! Reed: He can’t win it tonight, Ulfric is still too strong. I don’t think he is as dead as he is pretending... [Wrec lifts Ulfric onto the top turnbuckle with the rest of the strength left in him, he takes a lot of time climbing to the top, but finally gets there.] Long: Both men are obviously tired and have given it their all, this has been a long, hard-fought match! Reed: How long has it been anyway? Long: I am not sure, but it has been grueling! [Wrec hooks up Ulfric for a superplex, but Ulfric blocks it and turns around standing on the top turnbuckle, lifting Wrec up instead and with all of the strength he can muster, drops him down from the top turnbuckle.] Long: Did you just see THAT? He just nailed Wrec with a standing top rope brainbuster, OH MY GAWD! Long & Reed: HOLY ST! Crowd: P-N-Dub! P-N-Dub! P-N-Dub! Long: That was a move straight out of hell and Ulfric brought it here tonight, but he is very tired and slow with the cover, just making it there now! [One...] [Two...] Ding! Ding! Ding! Long: What the heck? Did he get him or what? I didn’t see the ref signal for the bell. Reed: What just happened? You don’t think... Long: It may just be... Announcer: This match has gone to a TIME-LIMIT DRAW! Long: It is the fans and Ulfric who got cheated out of this victory! A time-limit? I guess all title matches have them, but for this one? Reed: All is fair and good when you are the champ! Long: He couldn’t want it to end this way, no way! Ulfric is a fighting champ! Reed: Just take the victory and leave... Long: Wrec fought so hard and so long, this just sucks to happen to him and listen to that crowd... Crowd: GIVE US FIVE! GIVE US FIVE! GIVE US FIVE! Long: The crowd chanting for five more minutes and the ref is about to give it to them, he gets ready to signal for the bell and...what the HLL is HE doing out here? [The camera pans around to see Awesome standing just outside of the curtain. He looks cocky and smug, he has a mic in hand and starts to speak.] Awesome: What makes you think I am going to give any of these Pacific, piece of trash, no good, DWA lovers what they want? I make the rules around here and there will be NO overtime, THIS time! Ulfric fought hard and defended his belt in a match that we asked him to, so he will not be putting the title up right now! [Wrec is yelling at Awesome to leave and let them finish, Ulfric seems just as upset, although doesn’t say a word. Awesome still looks happy with himself.] Awesome: So Wrec, hit the bricks, Pal! You gave it a fair shot, but you didn’t win the title. It sucks, but thems the breaks Bud! So get the heck out of MY ring, before I have you taken out of there! [Security guards come from behind the curtain and surround Sean Awesome, as well as some move down the entryway towards the ring. Wrec and Ulfric look mad at Awesome and neither wants to leave the ring just yet.] Awesome: It’s OK boys, stay right there...Did you hear me Wrec, or do you have wax in your ears? Get out of MY ring or I will force you out of there and strip you of your title! [Wrec looks a little distraught, but shakes Ulfric’s hand and raises it, to the delight of the crowd. He then rolls out of the ring, and rather than suffer a potential attack by the guards, takes Tiffany and they move through the crowd and out of the arena. Ulfric looks like he is starting to go to, but is stopped by Awesome’s words.] Awesome: Woah, woah, woah! Where are you going, Mr. Silent Darkness? I told Wrec to leave, not you! I am not finished with you, you see...you are still gonna wrestle tonight, but not against Wrec! [Awesome takes off his jacket and walks half-way to the ring as Ulfric burns a hole in him with his glare. Awesome then stops and smiles at Ulfric.] Awesome: Ulfy, Ulfy, Ulfy...you have been a BAD monkey! You are not going to get the pleasure of facing me! You are going to get the opponent of MY choosing though, he asked me for this match tonight and I am granting it now! So let’s see who is behind door number three! [Awesome walks back picks up his coat and smiles as he backpeddles to the curtain and the security guards go back to their normal positions or to the back, then after a moment of silence, we hear...] Voice: Oh, BRAVO, Ulfric... Long: What? What's this? [Faces swivel back and forth throughout the crowd, trying to locate the source of the voice. A spotlight flashes on -- picking out three figures standing on the stage: The Skipper, carrying a briefcase. Ash the Man-Soon, wearing his typical smarmy grin. And Mr. PB, a mic raised to his... paper bag.] [The boos are DEAFENING.] Mr. PB: [Dripping sarcasm] Oh yes, BRAVO indeed. Well done, Ulfric. [In the ring, Ulfric is panting from the exertion of his just-completed match, and casting a suspicious glare in PB's direction. The evil Syndicate leader continues talking as he and his cohorts make their way down the ramp...] Mr. PB: What a rare pleasure to see how you deal with one of the so-called BEST that PNW has to offer. But can we be honest, Ulfy -- I can* call you Ulfy, can't I? Ah, good. This Wrec Hannibal can hardly be considered the "best" of anything, wouldn't you agree? I mean, merely putting the word "best" in the same sentence as "Wrec Hannibal" is practically a crime against literacy -- isn't it? IT HURTS THE BRAIN, is what I'm saying. [By this point the Syndicate trio have reached the ring. Skipper and Ash slip under the bottom rope first, posturing menacingly to keep the referee back and standing guard lest Ulfric attack them. With a safe zone cleared by his henchmen, Mr. PB climbs the ringsteps and ducks through the ropes.] Mr. PB: Here's how I see it, Ulfy my boy. I don't believe for a moment that you were actually pushed to your limit by this Hannibal chap. You may have beaten one of the -- ha ha -- "best" in PNW, but now I have a REAL challenger for you... if you dare to try your hand! [Fatigued and slick with sweat, Ulfric nonetheless refuses to back down. He issues some ferocious comments at Mr. PB. PB gives an acknowledging nod.] Long: ...Did PB just make a challenge? And did Ulfric just ACCEPT?! Reed: This is madness for the champ! He's just been through a grueling title match! Mr. PB: Very well! Then allow me to introduce the BEST that the Syndicate of EVIL has to offer! [With that, he whirls around and waves his arm toward the curtain with a theatrical flourish.] [Suddenly the lights dim. The opening vocals from Queen's "Princes of the Universe" ring throughout the arena...] [On the jumbotron appears an image of an iridescent angel in shimmering robes, drawn anime-style. With a flourish, the angel tips her face to the heavens and spreads her wings-] [--And a single spotlight cuts through the dark arena, shining a white circle on the curtain at the top of the ramp. The curtain flutters, and two figures emerge, each taking up honor guard position on either side of the entrance: the two members of Manifest Destiny, Brigham Smith and Seth Maverick.] [The spotlight fades, leaving only a column of white Chinese characters projected on the curtain. Then the fabric parts, revealing the mighty Syndicate of EVIL's "chosen one"...] ["The Red Angel" Misty Xiao.] [Sheets of glittering red pyro spill down around the entranceway as Misty Xiao dances triumphantly onto the stage. She's clad in a crimson, high-collared top with a monarch butterfly embroidered over the chest, matching crimson trunks, short black boots, black elbow- and kneepads, and red wrist tape. Her glossy black hair is tied in two bouncing pigtails. Misty glances all about with a cheery grin, relishing the spectacle of her own grand entrance.] [After a moment, she continues down the ramp, followed by her Syndicate comrades...] Mr. PB: [Imitating the ring announcer] Now coming to the ring, accompanied by Manifest Destiny... Hailing from Hong Kong, China... Standing 5'7" and weighing 134 pounds... Representing the Syndicate of EVIL... She is "The Red Angel" MISTY XIAO! [Misty flashes her exuberant grin at the ringside fans, totally oblivious to their jeers and boos. Halfway down the aisle, Misty breaks into a sprint and dives into the ring. Another spotlight comes on to illuminate her as she hops to her feet, climbs to the top rope, and throws her fist in the air, cameras flashing throughout the crowd.] [Smith and Maverick take up position at ringside and aim intimidating glares all around, as the arena lights come on once more.] Reed: ...You're kidding, right? That girl is the best the Syndicate has to offer? Long: I think Ulfric's having a hard time believing this, too... [Indeed, Ulfric is glancing back and forth to the crowd, then back at Misty Xiao with a half-smile, as if expecting the punchline any second now. But as Misty jumps down from the turnbuckles, Mr. PB puts a fatherly hand on her shoulder and hands her the mic.] Misty: Mister Ulfy... I just wanna say that you're a big guy and you're kinda cute in an introverted, self-absorbed sorta way, like that boy you always see at the library but he looks like he'd run away if you tried to talk to him, so you kinda leave him alone-- [Mr. PB harrumphs.] Misty: Oh, right. Anyway, Mr. PB says I'm way better than you, and I think he's right. Wanna take me on? [Ulfric laughs out loud, as does a large portion of the crowd. Misty Xiao looks taken aback at this response, and Mr. PB leans over to say something supportive in her ear. After a moment, Ulfric bends forward at the waist, fixes a patronizing smile on the young Chinese woman, and motions for her to hand him the microphone. She does, wearing an offended scowl.] Ulfric: Well, come on then, little girl! Stop talking and BRING IT! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Long: MY GOD, ULFRIC JUST ACCEPTED THE CHALLENGE! Reed: That brought the smile back to Misty's face! [The rest of the Syndicate of EVIL quickly clears out of the ring as Ulfric and Xiao begin circling each other...] Ding! Ding! Long: Remember, this is a non-sanctioned match folks and Ulfric’s PNW championship is not on the line, even Awesome and this SoE wouldn’t be so dastardly to make Ulfric put it on the line! Reed: They might be... Long: I am receiving word from the back that this isn’t a title match though! I don’t think she could take it from him, even if it was... [Ulfric charges Misty, thinking she will be a pushover, even after his last match. He goes to clothesline her, but she easily moves out of the way. He runs at her again, but after a grueling match, he is winded and easy to keep off guard. Ulfric finally catches her and positions her for a powerbomb. He then lifts her up and she uses all the weight she has, and Ulfric’s body laced with fatigue, and drops him down into a faceplant. He gets back up and runs at her again, but she runs forward to meet him and hits him with a spinning heel kick. He looks dazed and shocked at the same time.] Long: Even Ulfric doesn’t know what to do with her...she looks to have him off his guard a bit! Reed: A bit? I would say a whole lot by THAT look! [Ulfric starts to get up and is unsure how to take this girl, she comes running at him and hits him with a running DDT. He lays there on the ground and Misty hits a dancing kneedrop. She then uses a stretch plum hold to wear him down a bit, she looks out and sees Mr. PB sitting at ringside with a big grin, very proud of herself for doing so well, she lets go of the hold and smiles at him while standing on the middle rope and leaning out. Mr. PB frantically signals her to turn her attention back to the match, but it is too late, Ulfric gets up and sets her up for a powerbomb again. He smiles out at Mr. PB, looking to show him how he is gonna destroy the SoE’s “top challenger” to his title. He lifts her up though and she hits a MASSIVE hurracanrana out of nowhere!] Long: I am starting to think she may just be a top contender for not only Ulfric’s PNW title, but also the WWA Heavyweight championship of the World! Reed: I’m a believer in her now! Long: Ulfric looks to be out, he may not be getting back up. [Misty goes for the pin and the ref slides into position.] [One...] [Kick out!] Long: Barely even a one and Ulfric presses her right off of him, he may have a little gas left after all! Reed: He better hope so! [Ulfric gets to his feet, as does Misty, and Ulfric goes for a stiff clothesline, but Misty ducks it. As Ulfric turns, Misty kicks him in the gut and delivers the "Hello Kitty" Stunner.] [One...] [Two...] [Thre....Kick out!] Long: That’s the Hello Kitty! Reed: The what? Long: Hello Kitty, her finisher... Reed: How embarrassing would it be to get beat by THAT, especially our champ! The hardcore, tough guy that HE is getting beat by the Hello Kitty Kat?!? Long: Just the Hello Kitty! Reed: Even worse I think... [Misty is paying more attention to the fans, waving and blowing kisses at them and allows Ulfric to regain his wits and get back up. He picks her up and hit a German suplex. Shee looks out of it, but staggers to her feet.] Long: Ulfric is VERY powerful and THAT move almost put her out...one more power move and she may be not only gone and not a threat, but maybe even dead! Reed: No more Hello Moto then! Long: It’s Hello Kitty, get it right! Ulfric may be setting up for that last power move now! [Ulfric pulls Misty to him and sets her up in the powerbomb position again, seeing that she is dazed and couldn’t possibly pull a big move out now, he goes for it, but as he lifts her up...she sprays red mist right in his face to blind him. Ulfric begins to stagger around as Misty slips out onto the ring apron. She springboards off the top rope, and jumps on Ulfric's shoulders delivering her "My Little Pony" Diving Straddling Facebuster. She goes for the cover and...] [One...] Long: She hit all of that move, her My Little Pony! [Two...] Reed: Her what? Long: No, this can’t be... [THREE!!!] Long: Misty Xiao has just pinned our PNW champions with the...My Little Pony? Reed: My Little what? Long: Pony...and she just beat our Heavyweight champion, maybe she could be a top contender for... Reed: Listen to yourself man! A woman as the top contender for the WWA World Heavyweight title? No way! Long: But she beat our champ... Reed: So what! Fox would never let it happen! Long: But Awesome would...and those two can never agree on anything, but Awesome has been getting his way as of late! Reed: Oh geez! We could find ourselves with her challenging and maybe even being the PNW Heavyweight champ...I need to sit down... Long: You are sitting down... Reed: Then I need to stand up...and I need to call my mother, and maybe look for another job... Long: HERE COMES THE SYNDICATE! All of them spilling into the ring at once and going after Ulfric! That man has just been through TWO matches in a row -- there's no way he can defend himself against these maniacs!! Reed: Don't you think the Syndicate knows that? [Fighting valiantly to break away from the crush of attackers, Ulfric is nonetheless held down on the canvas by Skipper and Ash while Maverick, Smith and Xiao take turns stomping him and dropping legs across his head. After several moments of this, Ulfric can barely struggle anymore.] Long: This is just HEINOUS, Reed. These people have done nothing but disrupt and destroy since they arrived. Sean Awesome bringing them here was like opening Pandora's Box! Reed: If you think this is bad, don't look now... [With Ulfric subdued, Maverick and Ash haul the PNW superstar to one side of the ring and trap his arms in the ropes. Skipper retrieves his briefcase from ringside and re-enters the ring; he soberly dusts off the top of the case, clicks the lock, and holds it open. Mr. PB pulls a pair of rubber gloves out of his pocket and pulls them on one at a time, tantalizingly, consciously letting the horrific anticipation build.] Long: Oh no. He's not going to... [PB reaches into the case -- and draws out a big, wet trout.] Long: NO! NOT THE TROUT AGAIN! NOT TO ULFRIC! Reed: Hold on now, this might be good! [Trout in hand, Mr. PB takes his position in front of the groggy PNW heavyweight. He winds up, and--] [RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!] Long: FOX! FOX IS HERE! [With the whole damn arena ERUPTING, President Jeff Fox races down the ramp like a cheetah and bolts into the ring. Before anyone can react, Fox tackles Mr. PB to the mat and starts laying into the evil leader with closed fists.] Long: That's it! GET HIM! [But the momentary shock is over a second later, and then the rest of the Syndicate falls on Fox and drags him roughly away from PB. Five pairs of feet stomp on Jeff Fox until he can no longer fight.] Long: Officials are letting Ulfric loose from the ropes, but there's seemingly NOTHING they can do to help President Fox now! Reed: I don't know why he keeps thinking he can take all of those SoE people on by himself! It's just silliness! Long: Oh my god... not again... [Now it's Fox's turn to be tied up in the ring ropes. Beaten to a pulp, he can only struggle feebly as the Skipper helps Mr. PB back to his feet. Attempting to look dignified, PB straightens out his suit and adjusts his paper bag, which had been knocked askew in his scuffle with the President. Then he stoops to pick up the dropped trout.] Reed: PB gets into position again! I love this part! Here's the swing-- [SPLAT!] [BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!] Long: Ladies and gentlemen, Jeff Fox has just... been... Trout-Slapped! Reed: He should consider himself lucky that the fish didn't explode this time! Long: That doesn't make it any less humiliating! The Syndicate has once again made their mark on this company with their own brand of chaos, folks... First the So-Cal Sinners earlier tonight, then Ulfric, then Jeff Fox again! [The deed done, Mr. PB tosses his fishy weapon back to Skipper -- who lurches to catch it in the briefcase. Then the six members of the SoE unite in the middle of the ring, celebrating another successful mission.] Long: They're a rogue's gallery, Reed... They're some of the oddest people we've seen here in a long time... But they're without a doubt one of the most dangerous groups around! Who can stop the Syndicate of EVIL? Reed: And now that the SoE's Misty Xiao owns a pinfall on the PNW Heavyweight Champ, what will that mean for the ranking structure in PNW? You have to know that Sean Awesome will be only too happy to parlay this into more opportunities for the Syndicate! Long: The horror, Reed... The horror... [End with a zooming-out shot of the Syndicate in the ring, Jeff Fox in the ropes with brine all over his face, and Ulfric just starting to recover on the outside...] [End.]

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