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	{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 Uprising Logo. By this time the lyrics kick in.} #I look at you, then you, me Hungry and thirsty are we Holding the lion's share, holding the key Holding me back 'cause I'm striving to be Better than you Better than you# {Highlights start to roll. We flash to the footage of Lockhart driving Terror to the mat with a backdrop driver. Then a flash of terror locked in the Lockhart Lock. We then flash to a shot of “Superstar” Tim Johnson taking Lockhart hard into the mat with the Judgment Slam. We flash to Scorn hitting the Drop on Wolf. Flash into Mike Sloan nailing Ryan Corey with the Scorned, then into him doing the same thing to Jeff Fox.} #Lock horns, I push and I strive Somehow I feel more alive Bury the need for it, bury the seed Bury me deep when there's no will to be Better than you Better than you # {The highlights roll into a flash of Chris Hollywood plastering Syphon with a massive spine buster. We flash into “Superstar” tapping to the sharpshooter from Wolf. We then flash into Scorn countering into the Drop as Lockhart goes for the Judgment Slam on Scorn. We then flash to the PNW logo again before cutting to the ringside announcers.} Long: Hell fans and welcome to the first Pay Per View in the reign of the new PNW. I’m George Long and sitting right next to me here is Garret Reed. Reed: (Waves.) Your pleasure. Long: Tonight we have a serious of jam-packed matches, starting out with a try out match for Brand Walters. Reed: Tonight he gets to go up against the leader of the Trinity, Entropy. Long: That’s right. Reed: Course Brand has to be worried about his match against Marc McCarthy in the Don Owens cup. I mean Marc is the WWA National Champion, and PNW does have a shot coming up. Long: If Brand could beat Marc in the Owens Cup then he could earn himself a shot at the acclaimed title. Reed: Speaking of WWA title, the Double Crown is up for grabs in a match between Scorn and Jake Devins. Long: Scorn is a little small to be taking on Jake Devins, but I here Jake has had problems with other small wrestlers when he was in NGWA so Scorn could have the advantage. Reed: Either way it’s going to be a hot main event. Long: But the two PNW title matches here may over shadow it tonight, Blade and Storm are taking on the Extreme Horsemen, Slayton and Reno for the stolen PNW Tag Team titles. Reed: Fox is just back from his trip to England and may have some words for the thieves. Long: True, Fox managed to sign the World Cruiserweight Champion of the NWA to face the WWA Cruiserweight champion in the first round of the Don Owens Cup. This is going to be a huge match if you ask me. Reed: it will be, Brayton Pulse is a young star that Fox has managed when he worked full time in the NWA, Fox still can pull some strings, plus it wouldn’t be right for the PNW to have a Don Owens Cup and not invite a NWA wrestler. Long: True, noticeable missing from the Don Owens Cup is some big names like Jason Ramsey, Mike Bell, Karl Fletcher, Adam Riggs, it seems that no old time PNW legends will be involved in the Don Owens Cup. Reed: Yes, but… [THE LAST EVER NGWA SUPER J CHAMP] (Blue Smokes Starts to fill The Entrance way When) ##[50 Cent] I need you to pray for me and I need you to care for me and I need you to want me to win I need to know where I'm heading,'cause I know where I've been## (Emerging From the Blue Smoke in his usually baggy black cargo pants and Black sleeve-less shirt with Blue Strips coming down from the shoulder is "CCW's Finest"Vinny Mara) ##Flows, bones, crushing it's nothing I come up with something Come through your strip, fronting, stunting It's something you want, 745 chrome spinning Haters hate that I'm winnning Man I've been hot from the beginning## (Vinny slowly makes his way down to the ring looking focused with the CCW heavyweight on his shoulder) ##Motherfuckers aim at the kid, control your jealousy 'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fitting to catch a felony Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it popping Once I squeeze the first shot No I aint stopping till my clip is empty## (Vinny Gets Into the ring and looks around at all the people before he gets atop one of the turnbuckles and raising his the CCW heavyweight title in the air) ##I'm simply not that ngga you should try your luck with Fck with, hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke Gun smoking, still locing, what ngga Lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling## (Vinny walks over to the side of the ring and reaches down taking a mircophone from the ring announcer. As the PNW fans give a mixed reaction to the Canadian champion) ::Vinny:: The most northen American territory in the WWA. Our most direct neighbors to the south. Question remains though why the hell is the CCW champion in Canada. (Vinny pauses for a minute the fans really not knowning what to think.) ::Vinny:: Well since the WWA has started its one fed rule there is no reason for me to be here right? I mean I am not in the PNW Owens Cup... (There has to be some reason for him to be here right?) ::Vinny:: I'll tell you why I am here. Cause I am the last ever NGWA Super J champion. Now that might not mean that much to all of you. I mean why should the last champion of a dead regional fed on the other side of the country matter to you? (O wait now he is making some sense.) ::Vinny:: Maybe it is cause the Super J champion always got a Crusierweight title shot and right now the Crusierweight champion happens to wrestle right here in the Pacific North West. (Pop for PNW) ::Vinny:: An I am here to challenge him. Cause CCW's Finest is here to annouce that he wants to represent the CCW in the challenger spot against Wolf on the first week of July. (Jeers for the challenger but cheers for the match) ::Vinny:: Wolf I am going make you scream like scolded dog. Your days as champion are numbered. Be happy that you were ever champion in the first place. I have seen your promos thinking your the best cause your the champion. Well I didn't see you in Super J. ::Vinny:: I didn't see you beat McCarthy, Azrael and Egerton. I am the best damn Cruiserweight in this alliance and I have been for a long time now. Wolf be ready cause your days are numbered! Reed: Ok, let’s get back to… #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: It’s time for the main in charge. Long: Rather unexpected. #i can't face the day don't want to try i want to waste away till i'm lost save me from all the chaos i'll radiate till i'm gone so wait so many things that i'll never break away wait save your answers there's nothing when you're gone from here# (Fox emerges from the back, dressed in dark gold polyester suit and his trademark grin. Well he’d have the trademark grin if he weren’t shoving a chilito into his mouth. The young businessman waddles towards the ring.) {The fans start a rather rude chant of you suck c…} Reed: Someone should wash their mouths out with bleach. #it's only another day wasted that's replayed in the back of your mind a snapshot that you suffocated among the shadows and little white lies you don't need a crude benediction a pale savior you can sacrifice you just need a new definition when you're feeling alone in the night# (Fox finally gets to the ring and steps in. He waits for the music to end and smiles. He has a mic handed to.) Fox: (Wipes Chilito sauce from his lips.) I could suck these down all night. (Crowd starts a “gay” chant.) Fox: Shut up! Shut up! (The crowd continues the chant, as Jeff’s face turns red.) Fox: Fine! Reed: Fox leaving the ring. Long: That will take awhile. Reed: (Surprised.) Was that a… joke? Long: Yes. (Fox stops at the top of the ramp, the crowd quiets a bit.) Fox: You know… BOOOOOOOOOO! Fox: YOU KNOW! (The boos quiet.) Fox: Tonight I have to deal with two thieves. Blade and Ryan Storm… Tonight I’m going to make sure they don’t come out on top. You see it’s no longer a normal Tag team Match… BOOOOOOOOOO! Fox: Heh, tonight it’s a tornado elimination tag match. Long: Wow! Fox: Of course tonight we also crown the first ever Oregon State Champion, and the referee for that match will be none other then Ty Davis, and if Davis doesn’t show he’s fired. If Superstar hits Ty, then Superstar is fired. BOOOOOOOOOOOOO! {Fox smiles.} Fox: Oh, poor babies. Oh and this goes out to the PNW Contingent of the Don Owens Cup. Every PNW wrestler who can’t get past the first round will get a special treat on the TNF show after the PPV. You will all be put in a cage, last man to climb out will become my lackey. BOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Fox: So you better get your thinking hats on boys, and use your head in that ring or your going to be mine. {Divine Intervention hits again and Fox walks to the back.} Long: Fox with a warning to his roster. Reed: Warning? Motivation. `(The lights die out and "Change the World" by Ozzy begins to play. Entropy walks out smoking a clove and walks to the ring.)` `Ring Announcer: From Pittsburgh, PA the leader of the Trinity... Entropy! Long: Well here is Entropy.`[The crowd errupts as the lights begin to blink. Suddenly three loud booms of pyro go off and "Superstar," by Saliva begins to blare over the p.a system.] "Now has come the day that I take the lead and I make you follow." [From behind the curtains walks out Brand Walters to the middle of the ramp.] "Toast the champion cause I came for greed and not for tomorrow. If it feels good then it feels good and I do it all day." [The fans continue to cheer as he looks out into the crowd at all the fans screaming out for him..] "You want me to play you best bring your brain, you best bring your money." "Make me a superstar!" "No matter who you are!" [Walters throws his arms in the air as he makes his way to the ring in a slow walk.] `Ding. Ding. Ding. Long: Well this match has started. Reed: Entropy pulls Brand up and whips him into the ropes, Brand with a huge clothesline takes down Entropy. Long: Brand with a few boots to the head of Entropy before pulling him up and taking him down with a body slams. Reed: Falling elbow drop.` Long: Brand has a huge advantage here; Entropy isn’t putting up much of a showing. Reed: Walters with a huge body slam sending Entropy hard into the mat. Long: Walters locking in a side headlock. Reed: This is a big match for Brand; if he loses he’ll leave the PNW. Long: That would give McCarthy an easy leeway in the Don Owens Cup. Reed: Entropy fighting to a vertical base it seems. Long: McCarthy is the WWA National Champ, a huge star around the alliance, and Brand is our first chance at making sure he doesn’t win the Don Owens Cup and our PNW title. Reed: Just like that Shadow Ninja guy has to stop Ulfric. Long: Entropy with a huge elbow to the mid section. He looks to be going for a fireman’s carry. He’s got Brand up, he going for his Finisher! Reed: No, Walters slides off somehow, the big man with an Irish whip on Entropy. Long: Duck under from Entropy, he avoided that clothesline easily Reed: Brand turns right into a huge left hand. WHOOOOOOOOOOO! Long: Classic move. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Reed: They are getting into each Knife-edge chop from Entropy. WHOOO… Long: Walters grabbed his arm and stopped it! {Entropy looks freaked out. Walters releases his arm and Entropy goes for another chop. Again it’s stopped short. Entropy takes a step back and Walters kicks him hard in the gut. Walters takes him down with huge DDT.} RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: The crowd loved that. Entropy is much hated here. Reed: Fox is going to be pissed at someone tonight. Burke: One! Burke: Two! Long: Oh… kick out from Entropy. {Walters let’s Entropy gets to his feet. Brand signals for a lock up and Entropy accept. They lock up and go for a test of strength. Brand has the advantage but Entropy kicks him in the gut and locks Brand into a hammerlock.} Long: Entropy cranking on Brand’s arm there. Reed: Nice lock, good wrestling from the leader of the Trinity. Long: We should be seeing more good wrestling tonight, Shooter and Superstar; this has been an long awaited match. Reed: With Ty Davis as ref, Superstar is going to be a bit… {Huge elbow from Brand.} Long: Brand broke that with a massive elbow. Body slam! Reed: Tim Johnson has to be worried that Davis is going to screw him like every time before. {Brand drops a series of elbow drops onto Entropy.} Long: Yeah, Johnson is going to need eyes in the back of his head. Reed: Brand goes to the well a bit too much missing that last Elbow drop as Entropy rolls to the outside. Long: Brand follows him outside. Burke: One! Reed: He’s starting the ten count here. Long: Brand with an Irish whip… CRACK! Reed: Entropy hits the barrier hard. Burke: Two! {Brand pulls him up and DDT’s Entropy into the floor.} Burke: Three! Long: Viscous DDT! Burke: Four! {Brand rolls Entropy into the ring and follows in himself.} Long: Brand waiting on Entropy. Reed: kick to the gut, he’s going for his finisher! BOOOOOOOOOOOO! Long: Entropy with a last minute back body drop to counter. Entropy is looking a bit weak here. He’s waiting on Brand now. Reed: Brand’s up and Entropy locks him into a Fireman’s Carry! Long: He’s got it…. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: No, Brand slipped off. Kick to the gut of Entropy! POWERBOMB! Burke: One! Burke: Two! Burke: Three! Ding. Ding. Ding. Long: That’s it, a huge win for Brand Walters. Reed: He plastered Fox’s hit men across the ring. Long: here comes the rest of the Trinity. {Syphon and Richter hit the ring. Brand lays them out with a few punches. Syphon walks into a huge belly to belly and Richter stands and walks into a kick to the gut.} Long: We get to see it again! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! {Brand power bombs Richter into the mat and rolls out leaving all three men in the ring. The camera cuts to a promo video. “I Want To Conquer The World” by Bad Religion A huge golden trophy of Don Owens appears, it fades and the PNW Heavyweight Title appears. “The Proving Grounds” flashes across the screen before flashing past the sixteen wrestlers in the Don Owens Cup. We then end on the words “Who will earn the glory?” the promo video ends.} Long: So we have our next match, and the Trinity is already out here. Reed: After what Brand did to them, I’m surprised they’re not being carted off. {Entropy is slumped in the corner smoking a clove cigarette as Syphon and Richter are using the ropes to steady themselves. The Arena goes dark. Just then "Metallica's-Orion"can be heard playing in the background as the crowd gives off a mixed sentiment of cheers and boos.} Announcer: Now making there way to the ring at a combined weight of 505lbs. Wrec Hannibal and DragonWulf.... FINAL JUDGEMENT. {As the Announcer makes this announcement the arena is filled with crimson red lighting and the entrance stage starts to build a wall of fire. Dragonwulf rises from a stage lift underneath the entrance stage while Wrec comes out from behind the entranceway. 57 seconds into the song the wall of flames explodes as pyros shoot up and across from each other, completely covering the two warriors. Just after, both Wrec and DragonWulf walk through the wall of black smoke left behind from the flames and pyros. As they make they're way to the ring, the walkway creates a wall of flame in they're wake. DragonWulf is wearing his black leather trench coat, black tights that has a serpentine dragon crawling up the right leg, and a wolf that is ripping through the cloth holding a katana in it's mouth on the left. The black fishnet tank top that DragonWulf is wearing is adorned with a arknid cross hanging from a chain around his neck, and black ninja tabis, (two-toed shoes). Except for the black trench coat going down to his knees, Wrec is shirtless. The lettering on his black tights has the all too familiar name of Hannibal spelled out in red bones that along with his boots glowed hauntingly in the crimson red lighting. The two men jump up onto the apron. Wrec grabs the top rope and throws his body over the top while DragonWulf forward flips over the top rope. They both run to opposing corners. 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. Meanwhile DragonWulf raises his index and middle finger of his left hand to his face. Wrec then jumps off the turnbuckle while DragonWulf backflips off at the other turnbuckle. Just then the pyros to all four turnbuckles goes off, narrowly missing the two men. The red lighting then turns back to the normal white arena lights to start the match.} The Arena goes dark. Just then "Metallica's-Orion"can be heard playing in the background as the crowd gives off a mixed sentiment of cheers and boos. Announcer: Now Making there way to the ring at a combined weight of 505lbs. Wrec Hannibal and DragonWulf....FINAL JUDGEMENT. As the Announcer makes this announcement the arena is filled with crimson red lighting and the entrance stage starts to build a wall of fire. Dragonwulf rises from a stage lift underneath the entrance stage while Wrec comes out from behind the entranceway. 57 seconds into the song the wall of flames explodes as pyros shoot up and across from each other, completely covering the two warriors. Just after, both Wrec and DragonWulf walk through the wall of black smoke left behind from the flames and pyros. As they make they're way to the ring, the walkway creates a wall of flame in they're wake. DragonWulf is wearing his black leather trenchcoat, black tights that has a serpentine dragon crawling up the right leg, and a wolf that is ripping through the cloth holding a katana in it's mouth on the left. The black fishnet tank top that DragonWulf is wearing is adorn with a arknid cross hanging from a chain around his neck, and black ninja tabis, (two-toed shoes). Except for the black trenchcoat going down to his knees, Wrec is shirtless. The lettering on his black tights has the all too familiar name of Hannibal spelled out in red bones that along with his boots glowed hauntingly in the crimson red lighting. The two men jump up onto the apron. Wrec grabs the top rope and throws his body over the top while DragonWulf forward flips over the top rope. They both run to opposing corners. 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. Meanwhile DragonWulf raises his index and middle finger of his left hand to his face. Wrec then jumps off the turnbuckle while DragonWulf backflips off at the other turnbuckle. Just then the pyros to all four turnbuckles goes off, narrowly missing the two men. The red lighting then turns back to the normal white arena lights to start the match. Reed: Who paid for those pyros? Long: looks like it’s going to be Richter and Wrec Hannibal starting things off. Reed: They lock up, Wrec comes out with a hammerlock, he releases it. SLAP! Long: Huge slap from Wrec knock the taste out of Richter’s mouth. {Richter rubs his jaw as Wrec eyes him up. Wrec nails Richter with a quick kick to the gut before sending an elbow hard to the back of the head. Richter hits the mat as Wrec takes a step back shaking his head.} Reed: Hannibal seems a bit cocky. I like it. Long: Wrec not going for the cover, he lets Richter tag out, Syphon comes in an is a bit smaller then Wrec. {Dragonwulf looks for the tag but Wrec ignores him locking up quickly with Syphon before taking him down with a release side belly to belly. Wrec gets to his feet quickly with a smirk on his face before laying boots into the downed Syphon.} Long: Wrec tags out. {Dragonwulf locks up with Syphon and whips him into the ropes. Huge clothesline flips Syphon over. Dragonwulf runs into the ropes and comes back with a running elbow drop. He goes for the cover.} Burke: One! Burke: Two! Long: Entropy with the save! Reed: Wrec levels Entropy with a huge left, and levels an oncoming Richter with a right. {Dragonwulf takes Syphon down with a vertical suplex as Entropy, and Richter roll to the outside. Pee Wee forces Wrec to the apron. Dragonwulf rolls through on the suplex and lifts Syphon up for another one; he changed in mid air and takes Syphon down with a huge spinning brain buster.} RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: The crowd loved that move! Burke: One! Burke: Tw… Reed: Entropy with the save. {Wrec charges at Entropy and gets taken down with a huge Samoan drop. Richter pulls Dragonwulf up and takes him down with a leaping Piledriver. Syphon a bit groggy climbs the top rope, but Shadow Ninja hops up and pushes him off.} Long: Shadow Ninja with a nice save. Reed: I guess, but he’s the one going to need help when he goes up against Ulfric. Long: Pee Wee Burke getting control in this match. Reed: Don Owens Cup, Ulfric and Shadow Ninja, the newcomer is going down to the Silent Warrior. {Syphon takes Dragonwulf down with a super kick and tags out to Entropy. Entropy comes in quick and locks on a side headlock.} Long: Entropy going to the rest moves here. Reed: Why is Ulfric the Silent Warrior? He talks. {Dragonwulf fighting to a vertical base and pushes off Entropy. Dragonwulf into the ropes and Wrec make the blind tag. Dragonwulf goes for a clothesline by Entropy ducks and turns his back to Wrec on the top rope. Entropy gets nailed with a missile dropkick and stumbles towards Dragonwulf who takes him down with a reverse Russian leg sweep.} Long: Nice tag team combo. Reed: Wrec pulls Entropy up and takes him down with a leg sweep DDT. Wrec with the cover. Burke: One! {Dragonwulf nails Richter with a huge clothesline and Shadow Ninja trips Syphon.} Burke: TWO! Burke: THRE…! Reed: Kick out! Long: So close! Reed: Shadow Ninja with an roundhouse takes Syphon down hard. Long: Wrec pulls Entropy up and stuffed Piledriver! He covers! Burke: One! Burke: Two! Long: Feet on the ropes! Burke: Three! Ding. Ding. Ding. Reed: Burke didn’t see it, Wrec using leverage for the win. Long: Wrec Hannibal picks up the win. Reed: With style, I must say. Long: “Now we have a video package showing how this PNW Oregon State Championship match came about and the history between these two rising stars here in the PNW.” Reed: “Well, “The Shooter” may be the only actual star in this match, despite Tim Johnson’s moniker. He was mentioned on WWA Unlimited a few weeks back after all...” Long: (interrupting) “Aren‘t you supposed to be impartial?” Reed: “I am, just telling you the truth Long. Sorry, if you think it is too partial to be shared here at Uprising, but I let everything hang out on Pay Per View.” Long: “I am not even going to touch that last comment, or address it in anyway. Here is that video package on these rising young stars of the PNW.” [Shooter/Superstar video package] Long: “That was a well-done piece by our PNW video crew, they deserve a lot of credit for the work they did on that piece and have done, and throughout the months the PNW has been on the pro wrestling map.” Reed: “Do you ever stop your partiality in the PNW?” Long: “What an ironic statement coming from you, anyway, I am getting word that we have a special ringside interview before our Oregon State title match here in Portland. It is with a man who knows both of these gentlemen involved in the match VERY well, their trainer, former member of the War Byrds and NWA United States Tag Team Champion, Alex Renge.” Reed: “And Lockhart’s mentor...he also invited him and paid for Renge’s ringside seat, Johnson was too cheap for that I was told by some inside sources.” Long: “Yeah, I bet you and Lockhart had a ‘closed door meeting’ and he told you that one, right?” Reed: “No, I just heard it from a very credible source, Long.” Long: “Anyway, we send you to our very own ‘Head Interviewer’ and Senior Journalist, Seamus Quinn, for this interview right before our match.” (Long and Reed look at the camera for a minute before it switches to a ringside seat. Sure enough, Senior Journalist Seamus Quinn, in Pay Per View suit and tie attire, is there with Alex Renge, the trainer of both participants in the Oregon State title match. Alex has short clean-cut blond hair and ice blue eyes, he is wearing an old HCWF ‘Livewire’ Alex Renge shirt and blue carpenter jeans. The shirt is blue, with bright yellow electric-looking writing that reads ‘LiveWire’ on the front and ‘Don’t Mess With a Live Wire or You’re Gonna Get Shocked’ on the back. He is already standing by when the camera gets to them so Quinn starts the interview.) Quinn: “Well, we have the former NWA United States Tag Team Champion and member of the War Byrds, Alex Renge here visiting and watching the PNW’s Uprising and this match in particular. Good to have you here Mr. Renge.” Renge: “Thank you, Seamus. Good to be here in the PNW, near my old stomping grounds in Alaska!” (A huge grin passes over his face at this thought, while the crowd roars at hearing their favorite promotion mentioned and a few kids next to Renge act like total freaks trying to get 5 seconds of air time during this interview.) Quinn: “Well, the question on my mind, as well as some other people’s minds I am sure, is what do you have to say about the participants in this upcoming match? They were both trained by you after all.” Renge: “Well, yes, I trained them both and they were both good students to me. Lockhart has lived with me and is like a son, but Tim is kinda like a son too, one of the first guys I ever trained. So I have a lot of feeling about this match, lots of emotions running throughout me right now...” Quinn: “Lockhart claims he is like a son to you and being your protégé it must be difficult to root against him, am I correct?” Renge: “Well, yeah, he was probably my top student and a natural in the ring and all, but Tim is a very special student for me too. I know that these two will ‘pull out all the stops’ and give these fans a great match. I will be biting my nails, waiting for the finish, I know. I cannot really root for anyone, even though Lockhart is like a son to me. I hope neither of these boys get hurt, because they are the future of the PNW and the WWA and have SO much to show both organizations, I know, I trained them.” Quinn: “So you are going to be impartial for this match?” Renge: “Yeah, but I can’t say my sons will be, they love Jason like a brother. He grew up with almost all of them in the house and they all respect him and love his work and all. But I just want both of these guys to show everyone what they can do and , hopefully what I have shown them and TPW has done for them during their time there.” Quinn: “So who are you gonna pick to win this match? And likewise, do you think either of these two has a chance in the Don Owens Cup tournament for the Cup and the PNW Heavyweight title?” Renge: “Well, I think they both have a good chance at winning the Cup and the Heavyweight title, hopefully they will make the most of it and both make it to the final round where they can face off against each other at least once. I remember Don, he was in charge when I was around and I think one of my two boys would be great in winning and honoring the memory of such a great promoter and NWA President. Hopefully one will walk away with the title and Cup and also show how good I trained them and possibly gain offers for future students from TPW.” (Renge and Quinn both laugh a bit at this, but you can see Renge wants the best for his two prized students and his other students in the TPW currently and hopes for shots for some of them too.) Quinn: “So you aren’t going to pick a winner, are you?” Renge: “For the Cup and Heavyweight title or the Oregon State title?” Quinn: “Both.” Renge: “Well, I can’t be fair and impartial and pick one over the other, although my heart is with Jason definitely, I pretty much raised him some of his life and he is my protégé. I hope they are both crowned champions, whether that means one wins tonight for the Oregon State title and the other wins for the Cup and the PNW Heavyweight title or whatever. They will both be champions soon enough, so I will not pick tonight, but whichever wins tonight, the other will be my pick for the PNW Heavyweight title match and I will take them both out to dinner tonight, if they aren’t too tired and can stand each other for a meal later...after eating each other alive here in the ring tonight, that is!” (They both laugh again, but Quinn holds his earpiece and is getting word to end the interview soon, so he starts to wrap it up.) Quinn: “Well, we are about to go to the match soon, but are there any other students of yours on their way to the PNW?” Renge: “Maybe...maybe even one of my sons soon. To help out Jason and Tim and end their silly quarreling with each other, I trained them better than that. But I hope to soon deal with PNW, and send more of my students here. Jason and Tim both say it is one of the best places they have been to wrestle in their lives and is giving them great opportunities.” Quinn: “Mr. Renge, thank you for your time here for the interview and for coming out to watch the show tonight, I hope to see more of you sometime here and maybe you could even replace that rapscallion, Garrett Reed and show him some impartiality.” Renge: “Or maybe I can get a fed of my own and do some good work there and co-promote with the PNW sometime. I always wanted to go back to Alaska and it is close to here. Thank you, Jeff Fox, and the PNW for this interview time as well and watch the match, it is gonna be great, I know it!” Quinn: “Thank you again and I will send it back to you, Long and Reed for the actual match here in Portland, Oregon for the Oregon State Championship.” (Camera flashes back to the announce crew at their commentating desk. Long is beaming with a smile and Reed looks a little disheartened.) Long: “Well that was a good interview, and a nice lead in to this match, even better than the video package, the PNW keeps out-doing itself for it’s shows.” Reed: “That no good has-been! He could never replace me, I am a great interviewer and announcer. Quinn is an idiot too!” Long: “Careful, Renge is Lockhart’s mentor and he is VERY close to him, like a son, remember?” (Reed lightens up a bit and changes his tone.) Reed: “I was just kidding, except about Quinn, anyone who is good enough to be friends and the mentor of Jason Lockhart is OK in my book!” Long: “Nice to see the change of tone.” (The gentle guitars of Dee Snider's, Inconclusion begin to play as the lights fade almost completely out, the crowd left in shadows. The gentle riffs play on and as each bass note plays, a new spotlight falls on the entrance way. After a good fifty seconds, the crowd begins to get a little impatient. Suddenly, the explosions light the arena as the hard note hits and the song begins it's true rhythm. Chris Hollywood walks out from behind the curtain, his shades hanging cockily on the edge of his nose as he stares at the crowd. He looks from right to left and back again before pushing his glasses back, hiding his eyes. As Dee Snider's voice fills our ears, he begins his journey to the ring. Walking with the rhythm of the music, he slowly paces to the ring. A line of photographer's line the aisle, taking snapshot after snapshot as he approaches the ring. He walks up the steps and climbs in under the top rope. He stands in the ring and runs at the far turnbuckle, leaping up onto the middle rope as the song hits it's hardest moment. He takes off his glasses and tosses them to a ring attendant, warning them of trouble for any damage visited to them. He hops down as the music fades out, just waiting for the bell to sound.) Long: There is Hollywood. `[The arena goes black... as The Blood Brother's "Every Breath is a Bomb" blasts over the loudspeakers...]` `[It starts...]` `(fake fake flowers) (fake funeral) This room is a fluorescent tomb: it's brazen bulbs mimic death's hyena croon. He pulls on her wires, she jerks to attention, she's animated again, she's talking to a hypodermic reflection.` `[A singular white cross appears upon the tron, as white pyro blasts from either side of the entranceway.]` `[He's coming...]` `We've watched it all from the window ledge...the nurses offer their condolences... tougnes flapping I can't make out your tone, out hearts beat in slow motion.` `[Yet another flash of white, and he appears... encircled in the remaining smoke from the bursts of light, gazing towards the ring. He gives a cocky half-smile towards his opponent in the ring, as he raises an arm...]` `[He points...]` `If we make it to the final scene...(fake flowers!) show me the sapphire pit (fake tomb) peel the candy crust off my body (fake flowers) throw in the brittle skeleton...(fake tomb)` `[That very same finger crosses underneath his neck, in a dragging motion...]` `[...beheaded...]` `Can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang bang? Can you knit the stiletto back to the bloodstain? Can you put the bite back the the beast you've broken, tied and tamed? Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain?` `[He starts his journey, down the rampway... never unlocking his eyes from his opponent...]` `[He's focused...]` `So doctor won't you pull the fucking plug? Won't you cut the cord? Because you can't put the life back into this hospital ward. She's gonna make it out ok...but she's shaking like a revolution...and she stares at the fire all day... mumbling to herself..."` `[He slides in, under the bottom rope... leaping, with incredible agility, onto the second turnbuckle, and raising his arms high into the air...]` `[He's ready...]` `every hole has a snake in it...Every crotch is a siamese gun,every ray of sunshine hides a cancerous chime,every breath is a bomb."` `[He drops down... shaking his arms loosely, as he turns to face his opponent once more... for the final time before the war begins...]` `[...take no prisoners...]` Intro music of song lights go dim in the arena* [on the screen is the outline of a wolf with a full moon in the background. In sync with the motion on the screen a wolf’s howl is heard echoing in the arena] Music hits for the song [on the screen are shots of Wolf at various locations intermixed with overlays of wolves] lights flare up in the arena pyro hits on either side of the stage, trailing down the ramp Wolf walks out of the curtain to the middle of the platform with his head down. Right before the ramp he arches his back and raises his head as if he himself is howling. He begins to walk down the ramp. my life served on a plate for all of you to eat take my love and hate Wolf stops on ramp and looks around at crowd, cracking his neck and his knuckles but what is this inside of me Wolf continues down the ramp pity me pity me don't you pity me pity me pity me don't you pity me don’t you pity me Wolf enters ring don’t you pity me Announcer: Weighing in at 216 pounds.... Goes to top turnbuckle and slowly raises both his arms while looking around at the crowd under everything something that you can’t see I can’t even believe something is wrong with me Announcer: WOLF!!! Wolf climbs down from turnbuckle and leans against post waiting for his opponent pity me pity me don't you pity me pity me pity me don't you pity me don’t you pity me don’t you pity me -music fades out- Ding. Ding. Ding. {Cross and Hollywood lock up, Cross with an Irish whip and Wolf takes the Chris down with a clothesline before Cross charges and takes him down as well. Hollywood rolls to the outside. Cross stomps on Wolf a bit before pulling the cruiser to his feet and sending him over the top rope.} Long: Wolf landing on his feet! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Reed: Cross turned right into a slingshot clothesline. Hollywood is rolling into the ring. {Hollywood pulls Wolf up and sends him to the outside. Chris grabs Cross and take shim back to the mat with a snap mare. He follows by locking on a chinlock. Cross gets his foot on the ropes and Ty Davis forces him to break the hold. Wolf slides in behind Hollywood and nails a lay out neck breaker. He goes for the cover.} Davis: One! Long: Cross breaks the attempt. Reed: Cross pulling Wolf to his feet, Irish whip followed by a side slam. Long: Cross with a few boots to the knee of the cruiserweight champion. Reed: He looks to be going for a figure four… no roll up from Hollywood! Burke: One! Burke Tw…! Reed: Nice kick out. Long: Wolf getting to his feet, Hollywood and Cross rise and lock up. Cross comes out with a vertical suplex. Reed: Double Leg drop from Wolf on both men! Long: Impressive! Reed: Wolff pulls Hollywood up and tosses Chris to the outside. He is laying a few boots into the head of Jonathon Cross. Long: Chris looks like he landed wrong, he’s not moving on the outside. Reed: That should be checked out. Long: Well he’s moving that’s a god sign at least. Reed: Wolf heading to the top, but Cross is up and to the ropes, taking Wolf down with a huge back drop! Long: He covers! Burke: One! Burke: Two! Reed: Kick out! Long: Hollywood getting to his feet. Reed: Whip from Cross… RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: Wolf with a plancha on Hollywood! Reed: Both men down after that one, and Cross is going to the outside. Long: Irish whip on Wolf… Crash! Long: Reversed! Reed: Wolf showing some luck there. Long: Cross on the floor now as Hollywood is outside the ring as well. Reed: Wolf is in control of this match right now. [As Wolf is picking up a not all to there Jonathan Cross from out of no where he is attacked from behind.] Long: Its Vinny Mara, Brooklyn Viper Reed: Or is it Farbauti, All these guys with two names. [ Wolf is quick to swing at Vinny he ducks underneath as Wolf turns back around he gets caught in the face with a spinning heel kick. Wolf get back up to his feet quickly though only to get caught spinbuster.] Long: Vinny Mara making a statement Reed: He said he was after Wolf [Vinny quickly locks in the a texas cloverleaf on the downed Wolf] Long: Brooklyn Black Out Reed: No Its the Agony of the Body now Long: What ever it is he got it locked in tight Reed: Wolf is tapping the look on his face is painful to look at. [Cross with a forearm shot to the back of the head of Vinny. As Vinny releases the hold. The two men stare at each other before Vinny leaves the ring walking backwards up the ramp on his way out.] Burke: One! Burke: Two! Reed: Hollywood breaks up the pin. Long: Hollywood grabs Cross and tosses him over the outside. He backs up… RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Reed: Schoolboy! Burke: One! Burke: Two! Burke: Three! Ding. Ding. Ding. Long: Wolf with the quick win there! {Wolf rolls out of the ring as Cross slides in. Wolf grabs his belt from ringside and smiles as he heads to the back. Chris heads to the back as well.} Reed: Cross not too happy here. Long: Not at all. {Cross heads to the back.} Reed: Our next match is the PNW Tag Title match. Long: Fox made it a tornado tag match earlier tonight. Announcers: Introducing first, the challenger… weighing at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy three pounds, they are “The Sandman” Devon Slayton and Reno Dumont, the Extreme HORSEMEN! {The Extreme Horsemen’s music hits and they walk out to the ring.} Long: These are two of the best tag teams in the PNW. Reed: There are only three teams. Long: Just saying. Announcers: Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and seven pounds, the PNW Tag Team Champions. They are Ryan Storm and BLADE! {Ryan Storm and Blade slide into the ring and hand the titles off. Storm steps to the outside, as does Slayton.} Ding. Ding. Ding. Long: Ty Davis officiating this one must be a warm up for the next match. {Reno and Blade lock up.} Reed: Not that he is happy about that. {Reno comes behind with a full nelson.} Long: Full Nelson from Reno. That looks a bit painful. Reed: Just a bit. {Storm comes into the ring distracting the ref.} Long: Ty Davis trying to get Storm back into the corner. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Reed: Blade uses a low blow to break the hold! {Snap mare from Blade but Devon charges in and takes Blade out with a clothesline. Ty Davis starts to hold Devon back as Storm hops to the top and comes off with a missile dropkick on the rising Reno. Blade is up and goes for the cover as Davis turns around.} Davis: One! Davis: T…! Reed: Kick out from Dumont. Long: Close call there. Reed: You can say that again. Blade with an Irish whip sends Reno into the ropes. Long: Blade goes for a back body, but Reno counters and takes him down with a fujiwara. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Red: He’s CRANKING ON HIS ARM! Long: He rolls off and goes into an ankle lock now! He’s trying to pick the tag champ off limb by limb! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Reed: Storm with a huge spinning heel kick to the jaw of Reno Long: Blade crawling to his corner, but Storm is taken out from a huge lariat by Devon. Devon pulls Storm up and nails a hanging neck breaker powerbomb combo with the help of Reno. Reed: Davis forcing Devon to the outside, but he tags in anyway. Long: Storm rolled to the outside, Blade slumped leaning against the back of the corner. Reed: Devon charges… BOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Long: Right into a boot from Blade. Reed: The crowd getting all over Blade, they don’t like him taking out his… {Whatever by Godsmack begins to play.} Reed: That’s, Wrec Hannibal’s, music. Long: Blade tags to Storm, Ryan off the top with a springboard heel kick takes Devon down. {Wrec Hannibal walks towards the ring.} Long: What does Wrec want? Reed: Not sure! Long: Cover! Davis: One! Long: Broken up by Reno. {Wrec takes seat next to Davis and Long. He puts a headset on.} Long: What brings you out here Wrec? Wrec: Just watching the mat, sloppy double suplex from the Extreme Horsemen. They have no talent. Reed: I agree. Long: Storm and Slayton trading punches. Wrec: Come on, we don’t need to see this. This is wrestling, not Mike Tyson’s Punch out. Reed: Yeah, and Storm is Little Mac. Long: Huge spine buster from Slayton plasters Little… argh. Wrec: He should have gone for the cover, but he’s not me. Long: Well Reno tagged in now, he takes Storm down with a vertical… Wrec: countered into a neck breaker. Not bad, not as good as me though. Reed: True. Wrec: this match has been going on too long. {Wrec drops the headset and grabs the chair. He sneaks around the ring to behind Slayton. Blade notices this and quickly runs into the ring and distracts Ty Davis.} THWACK! Long: Wrec just cracked Slayton hard. Blade nails Reno with a super kick! Reed: Storm to the top! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: the crowd cheering for that one! Reed: Hail Storm from Storm. Davis: One! Davis: Two! THWACK! Davis: Three! Reed: Storm gets the pin after the shooting star leg drop! Wrec nailed Slayton with the chair again. Long: He cost The Extreme Horsemen the match. Reed: And he’s smiling as he walks to the back. Long: Well Blade and Storm retain. Reed: Next match up is the Oregon State Title Match. {Another promo airs hyping the PNW Oregon State title match. We cut back to the ring.} {Arena goes completely dark for several moments and finally the entrance music starts. Music plays for several moments while the lights are still out. Suddenly the lights come up and Tim Johnson is standing at the entrance. As the music gets very close to the lyrics pyro goes off on both sides of him exploding upward for several seconds with several blasts of pyro. He waits several more seconds until making his way to the ring where he goes to the far left turnbuckle and just leans against the turnbuckle waiting for his opponent to come to the ring. Music fades to nothing.} Reed: Tim Johnson looks ready for this match, but his knee has taken a beating the past few weeks. Long: And Fox has it out for him. Reed: True. ("Trapt" by Headstrong begins to play over the PA. Red, white, and blue laser lights piece the arena, moving over the crowd [video plays, if there is a screen set up that shows Lockhart doing various signature move and his finishers, as well as winning matches and even some of his amateur wrestling shots like his World championshipship win]. A man moves from behind the curtain and stands looking at the crowd, his green eyes surveying everything, before then moving his focus to the ring. The monster of a man is wearing his PNW "Locked Hart" t-shirt over his singlet for his entrance to the ring. He poses a bit, flexing and bouncing on the balls of his feet. Then he begins his move towards the ring.) #Circling, your circling, you circle in your head/Contemplating everything you ever said/Now I know the truth, I got a doubt/A different motive in your eyes and now I'm out, see you later# (Stops mid-way to pose some more and then abruptly raising his arms pointing towards the sky and looking up.) #I see your fantasy you want to make a reality paved in gold / See inside, inside of our heads / Well that's all over, I see your motives inside/And your decision to hide# Announcer: Now coming to ring, standing at 6'3 and weighing in at 265 pounds... #Back off we'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong / Headstrong we're Headstrong / Back off We'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong /And this is not where you belong/I can't give Announcer: A former amateur World Champion and internationally renowned wrestling superstar... #Conclusions manifest your first impressions got to be your very best / I see you're full of s*** and that's alright / That's how you play I guess you get through every night / Now that's over# (Continues his move to the ring, stopping right before getting to the ring.) Announcer: "The Shooter" Jason Lockhart! #I see your fantasy you want to make a reality paved in gold / See inside, inside of our heads / Well that's all over, I see your motives inside/And your decision to hide/Back off we'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong / Headstrong we're Headstrong / Back off We'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong /And this is not where you belong (where you belong)/I can't give everything away (this is not where you belong)/ I won't give everything away# (He then continues to move toward the ring, jumping onto the apron, and moving between the ropes into the actual ring.) #I know, I know all about/I know, I know all about/I know I know all about your motives inside and your decision to hide# (He stands in the middle of the ring, as the song is finishing, then balls up his fist and strikes his chest three times before raising it, pointing his index finger to the sky.) #Back off we'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong / Headstrong we're Headstrong / Back off We'll take you on / Headstrong to take on anyone / I know that you are wrong /And this is not where you belong (where you belong)/I can't give everything away (this is not where you belong)/ I won't give everything away(this is not where you belong)# Long: Tim blindsiding Lockhart. {Tim pulls Lockhart up and goes for an Irish Whip, Jason reverse and takes him down with an arm drag. Tim gets to his feet and Lockhart charges into an arm drag. Jason is up and they lock up. Lockhart comes out with a hammerlock but Johnson reverse into a drop toehold. Johnson goes for a side headlock but Jason spins over and brings Tim down with a head scissors. Tim uses a head scissors of his own to break the hold and Lockhart gets his foot on the ropes breaking the hold.} RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: The crowd loving the technical show so far. {They stand and circle each other.} Long: Lock up. Reed: Johnson goes behind with a full nelson. {Lockhart drops out of it and uses his feet to flip Johnson over as he leans into t grab him. Lockhart rolls back over and goes for a chinlock. Before he can lock it on Johnson nails him with an elbow.} Long: Johnson to his feet and Irish whip. Reed: Knee to the gut of Lockhart, he goes for a DDT but Lockhart takes him down with a northern lights. Long: Cover! Davis: One. Davis: Two. Davis: Thr… Reed: Kick out from Superstar. Long: Quick count from Ty. Reed: So what. Long: Lockhart and Tim trading punches. Reed: Tim taking Lockhart down with a fujiwara! Long: No way to break out, but Lockhart has the ropes rather quickly. Reed: Smart thinking. Long: Lockhart and Johnson circle. Reed: lock up. Long: Double leg takedown from Jason, he’s going for a figure four, but Tim pulls him into a roll up! Davis: One! Reed: Kick out! Long: Slow count! Reed: Nah! Long: Both men up, Tim looks a bit frustrated. Reed: I wonder why? Long: Smart-ass! Reed: Circling. Long: Lock up. Reed: Snap mare from Lockhart and wicked kick to the spin. Long: Lockhart pulls Tim up; he’s going for a powerbomb. Reed: He’s calling for the Ultimate Shoot! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: No! Superstar with a back body drop counter! Superstar into the corner! Reed: Star Attraction! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Long: Missed! Reed: both men down! Davis: One! Davis: Two! Reed: Tim’s starts to stir. Davis: Three! Davis: Four! Long: Tim’s to his feet. Reed: Pulls Lockhart up, rear waist lock. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Long: Elbow to Tim’s head breaks the hold. Lockhart goes behind. Reed: Goes for a German… RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: Blocked. Reed: Tim goes behind now. Long: German! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Reed: No Lockhart with a low blow, he goes behind. Long: how didn’t Davis see that? Reed: Bridging German! Davis: one! Long: Aren’t both shoulders down! Davis: Two! Davis: Three! Long: Who won! Reed: has to be Lockhart! Long: But his shoulders were down. Announcer: Do too a double pin, this match has been ruled…. A draw! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Long: Lockhart and Johnson look pissed. {Lockhart with a double leg takedown on Tim and into the Lockhart lock} Reed: Lockhart Lock! Long: Here comes Damage Control. {We cut to a promo video hyping how Scorn ahs gotten to where he is now.} Long: isn’t that Troy and his Mom in the crowd. Reed: I’ve been ignoring the freak in the face paint. [“Self-Esteem” by the Offspring begins to play throughout the arena. The fans all come to their feet, and peer over the guardrail, looking to the entryway.] # I wrote her off for the tenth time today # And practiced all the things I would say # She came over, I lost my nerve # I took her back and made he desert [The curtains part and Scorn steps out from them. He’s met with a wall of boos from the crowd on hand tonight. Scorn takes a few steps out with his head looking down before stopping. He raises his head and looks out over the crowd. After a few seconds he lowers his head and stalks towards the ring once more.] Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring at this time… from Parts Unknown… # Now I know I’m being used # That’s okay man cause I like the abuse # I know she’s playing with me # That’s okay cause I got no self-esteem [Some fans reach their hands out towards Scorn as he walks. He ignores them and tries to move further away.] Ring Announcer: Weighing in at 184lbs… [Scorn gets to the ring and slides in under the ropes. He crawls on his hands and knees to one of the far corners where he sits.] # We make plans to go out at night # I wait ‘til two then I turn out the light # All this rejection’s got me so low # If she keeps it up I just might tell her so Ring Announcer: Scorn! [He sits with his back towards the ring and the aisle. Scorn sits cross-legged and wraps his arms around the second rope and turnbuckle. He buries his face in the turnbuckle pad where he waits for his opponent.] Long: This Scorn certainly is out of the ordinary. Reed: You would say that. Can’t you stop judging people for minute? I think this kid’s got talent. Long: You would say that. Reed: He does, why else would he be going up against… {Jake Devins music hits.} Announcers: His opponent the WWA Double Crown Champion, he is Jake DEVINS! {Jake walks out to the ring and steps in. he hands his belt off. And eyes the smaller man up.} Ding. Ding. Ding. Long: Well Jeff Richards has started this match. Devins goes to lock up but Scorn ducks under and nails Devins with a kick to the knee. Reed: Arm Drag. Long: Devins is up but Scorn nails him with a shinning wizard! Reed: Scorn on top of Devins, choking the life out of him! Richards: One! Two! Three! Four! {Scorn breaks.} Reed: Devins to his feet, Scorn goes for a clothesline but Devins nails him with a kick to the gut. Scorn goes down hard from a scoop slam. Long: Boots to the head from Devins, he goes for an elbow drop… Reed: missed! Long: Scorn rolled away. He’s up. Reed: he’s standing near the corner, Devins goes for a spear. Long: Scorn uses the ropes to avoid. He grabs the legs of Jake Devins and locks him into the Tear factory! Richards: One! Two! Three! Four! {Scorn breaks the hold.} Long: Scorn taking a few short cuts here. Reed: I said he had talent. Long: Irish whip from Scorn, no Short Arm Clothesline! Reed: He covers! Richards: One! Richards: Two! Long: Kick out! Reed: We almost had a new Double Crown Champion there. Long: Scorn pulls Devins up, Irish whip. Reed: Countered Devins nails Scorn as he comes back with a n elbow. He drops down for the pin. Richards: one! Richards: Two! Long: Kick out! {Devins looks pissed.} Reed: Devins pulling Scorn up goes for a powerbomb but Scorn slips behind and locks on a sleeper. Long: DROP! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Reed; Jawbreaker counter from Devins! Long: Devins covers again! Richards: One! Richards: Two! Long: Scorn gets his shoulder up! Reed: Devins pulls Scorn up and goes for a suplex, Scorn comes off and runs into the ropes he comes back and ducks under a clothesline. Long: he’s going for a sleeper hold. RAAAAAAAAAAAA…….. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Reed: Elbow stops Scorn from hitting his big move. Long: Side head lock takedown from Devins. He pulls Scorn up and looks to be going for a Powerbomb. Reed: he’s holding Scorn up! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Long: Scorn slipped off the back and came down with the Drop drilling Devins into the mat! Richards! One! Richards: TWO! {Devins gets his foot on the ropes.} Richards: THREE! Long: What! Reed: NEW DOUBLE CROWN CHAMPION! Long: NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP! Reed: We are out of time! {The end.}

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