The camera fades into just outside of Tiger Stadium. Away from the stream of fans filing into the venue, Bettie Lee Rose stands alongside an entrance, looking at a blocked off section of asphalt which appears to be for talent parking.
BLR: Howdy, y’all. Your intrepid reporter Bettie Lee Rose on the scene here, and I was hoping to get a word with boxing legend Roy Jones Jr, but as of right now it appears the former champ has yet to show up tonight for his exhibition match against “Night Train” Clifton Pearson.
The camera pans to the talent parking area, populated with cars but no people, with the exception of the Phenomenals, who are roasting chicken kabobs on a table-top grill.
BLR: I hope to have news for y’all as soon as the man himself shows up, but right now it looks like-
Just then the entrance door Bettie is next to flies open, and out comes RCW Commissioner “Fast” Franky Higgs, Clifton Pearson in tow. Higgs lights his cigar before Bettie Lee approaches him.
BLR: Franky, Franky Higgs! Do you have any idea where Roy Jones Jr is? His fight with your charge Clifton Pearson is coming up soon tonight!
Higgs smiles a broad smile and exhales a stream of smoke.
FH: Lil’ lady, don’t you worry your pretty little head about such things. Roy said he’d be here, I know he will, and all these fans get a refund on my dime if he doesn’t, Daddies!
Higgs drops his tone a tad.
FH: But enough about all that. Howsabout after the show, you and me go off somewhere a little private like, knowhatimean? You, me, some ribs, the finest beer 5 bucks can get you, whaddya say?
BLR: I don’t think so, Franky. Besides, what do you think your lady friend Miss Penny would say to that?
Higgs smiles coyly and points to himself.
FH: Well, shoot, darlin’, if I don’t say nothin’…
Higgs points to Pearson.
FH: And the Train don’t say nothing, and you don’t say nothin’, what she don’t know won’t hurt her.
BLR: Franky, I’ve got a good idea she would find out.
FH: Whaddya mean? She don’t have ESP!
BLR: No, but I’m sure she’s got FOX16! We’re live, and the camera’s right there, genius!
Franky’s eyes widen as he remembers he’s on live TV.
FH: Dadgummit! Gotta call her first before she-
Franky runs off towards the entrance, but before he can finish his sentence, his ringtone of “Midnight Train to Georgia” blurts over his cel phone.
FH: Dadgummit again!!
Higgs runs inside, frantically flipping open his phone. Rose looks at him, and then looks at Clifton Pearson, who is know standing next to her. He lifts her arm up so the microphone is in front of his face._
CP: Hey Jones…..CHOO CHOOO!
Pearson walks off after Higgs. Bettie Lee Rose just shakes her head.
BLR: Oh my word…..
The camera cuts to the Hog Heaven 3: On The Border logo.
Starting up in the background is Survivor’s “Eye of the Tiger,” the opening of which is nearly silent, but gets louder and louder until the lyrics begin.
Risin' up, back on the street
Davey Boone exchanges pleasantries with fans waiting outside Tiger Stadium.
Did my time, took my chances
Ares is seen entering the locker rooms, intent on revenge tonight.
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Brock Davids sits, a glaring intensity in his eyes after the recent events befallen him.
Just a man and his will to survive
Ase glares at a head to head shot of him and Phil on a promo poster.
So many times, it happens too fast
Casanova saunters past some fans looking for an autograph, paying them no mind.
You change your passion for glory
Lester Daley is seen gargline in the broadcast booth, while next to him “Hollywood” Floyd Boyd yawns.
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
A little kid is seen toting a sign bigger than he is reading “Come back soon TooSexy!”
You must fight just to keep them alive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight
The large walk-up crowd is seen deluging the ticket office, desperate for seats to tonight’s action.
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
Two fans in the stadium, one with a Longhorns shirt, the other in Arkansas red, eye each other uneasily in their seats near ringside.
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
“Night Train” Clifton Pearson pounds a heavy bag set up backstage, as “Fast” Franky Higgs roots him on.
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
The concession stand is steadily packed, doing a brisk business with the selling of sweet tea.
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
Jose Torres jumps rope at double time.
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
Mikey is shown taping his fists, getting ready for tonight’s Fight Without Borders.
For we kill with the skill to survive
Jeffrey Hollywood is shown in mid pre-match workout.
Risin' up, straight to the top
Doug Gavelon’s impressive stint in RCW is shown in quick succession highlights.
Have the guts, got the glory
Brock Davids retains his Natural Title, beating Adam Troy in the Hog Heaven 2 main event.
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
The highlights continue as Tarja leads Ase through a path of destruction in RCW.
Just a man and his will to survive
The Phil is shown celebrating after regaining his Southern Heritage Title at Southern Dynamite.
The face-to-face shots of tonight’s line-up comes in quick succession as the final chorus beings. TORRES-POWERS! PEARSON-JONES JR.! PUCK-ARES!
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight
BOONE-CASANOVA!
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
MIKEY-HOLLYWOOD IN A FIGHT WITHOUT BORDERS!
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
RCW NATURAL CHAMPIONSHIP - DAVIDS-GAVELON!
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
RCW SOUTHERN HERITAGE CHAMPIONSHIP - PHIL-ASE!
The camera pans into a jam-packed Tiger Stadium at Grimm Memorial Park in Texarkana! The crowd seems almost evenly split between people wearing Razorback Red & those in Longhorn orange.
Trip Gordan is concluding his warm-ups as the last gasps of daylight illuminate the stadium. The camera zooms down to the announce table, where Lester Daley, in a cream colored suit, and “Hollywood” Floyd Boyd, in a sequined black jacket and pants, are seated.
LD: Welcome, welcome, welcome fans to Hog Heaven: On The Border! We are coming to you LIVE from a wild and wooly Tiger Stadium at Grim Park here on the Texas side of Texarkana! These fans have come from far and wide, and they’re ready for a spectacular night of action! I’m Lester Daley, and I think my broadcast colleague “Hollywood” Floyd Boyd would agree that tonight, these folks are going to get exactly that!
FB: You know how much I detest agreeing with you Daley, but that’s something that’s hard to argue. In fact, my good buddy Denzel called me this morning begging me for tickets, and I’m sure he’ll be around soon!
LD: Well while we wait on the improbable, let’s run down what is a sure thing home run of a card. First up we’ll have a grudge match that has simmering for years, as Tommy D Powers will go one on one against Jose “The Masked Avenger” Torres.
FB: I sure hope Torres enjoyed his time in Mexico, cause it wouldn’t surprise me if Powers picked him up tonight and flung him right back there! Daley, you might want to give Torres a 20 before the match, maybe when he’s back in Me-hi-co he can pick up some discount Viagra for you!
LD: Moving right along, we’ll see another match that’s been simmering here in RCW. It’s the Battle of the Alpha Stormers, as Puck takes on “The Franchise” Ares!
FB: Good on Puck for finally taking some initiative and getting out of that stable of losers and has-beens! His next step is to take apart that fossil Ares tonight, which is he will do. Hey, maybe Puck will make it a two-for-one and take out the fossil I’ve got to broadcast with!
LD: You wish! Moving along, we’ve got an exhibition boxing match, Floyd. Decorated champion Roy Jones Jr. will be squaring off against “Night Train” Clifton Pearson. That is, if you believe Franky Higgs’ claims that Roy will be here.
FB: Hey, who are you to doubt the esteemed Mr. Higgs? He’s promised everyone their money back if Jones doesn’t show up. You know, the media crucified my good friend Britney Spears, and look at her now! Still a heartbreaker!
LD: Well, that’s debatable.
FB: No, whether or not that cheap suit you have on tonight will last til the main event without disintegrating is debatable. Brit Brit’s a hottie, Jones is riding the Pain Train, and those are sure things!
LD: Well what is not a sure thing is the Two Minute Challenge put out to RCW newcomer Davey Boone by Casanova. How in the world could Nova think he could beat anyone, much less a well-traveled veteran like Boone, in two minutes?
FB: You’ll soon see, Daley. After tonight, you’ll realize that two minutes is not just how long it takes you to get a haircut or finish in the sack. You’ll find out it’s all about Nova!
LD: Hmmph! From there, folks, we’ve got a fight that could very well go all over this stadium. It’s a no-do, falls count anywhere match we call a Fight Without Borders. Jeffrey Hollywood’s had his share of fun at the expense of RCW Circle of Legends member En Fuego, as well as his kin in Mikey, and tonight it’s the Mute vs. the Mouth where anything goes!
FB: That Hollywood, what a guy! Why last night my tennis buddy Tom Cruise suggested renaming his religion of Hollywoodology in me & Jeffrey’s honor! But I’ve got a bit of an exclusive for you and the fans at home, Daley!
LD: Oh yeah, what is it?
FB: Well before we went on the air, I asked Mikey his thoughts on the match, and he looked me in the eye and told me………..
LD: Very funny, Floyd.
FB: No wait, there’s more! Then he said …………..! Hahahahaha!!
LD: After that, fans, we’ve got the first of two title defenses tonight. RCW Natural Champion Brock Davids puts his belt on the line against a man whose reputation and fan base are growing steadily here, in Doug Gavelon!
FB: That’s not gonna be enough tonight, Daley! Davids is a winner, while Brock came up short against Phil when he had a shot in the Title Battle Royale! Brock locks it in tonight, in time for you to drop your teeth in a glass and catch Matlock back at the hotel.
LD: Listen, Buster, for the last time, these are my teeth!
FB: I know, I know, bought and paid for. Did they throw them in as a freebie when you bought that suit?
LD: Just never mind! Let’s talk about our great main event. One on one for our most prestigious belt, the RCW Southern Heritage Title, the champ Phil takes on Ase!
FB: Remember Daley, Phil could somehow lose by countout or dq tonight and still retain, Ase has to either pin or submit Phil to take that belt from him, and this will show where the crafty side of Philly comes in!
LD: Fans, we’ve run down this great card, let’s take it to Trip Gordan to start us off with our opening match!
TG: The following contest is a Special Grudge Match! Introducing the first participant…Tommy D. Powers!
“Man in the Box” by Alice in Chains blares through the p.a. system as TDP slowly walks down to the ring. The fans boo him unmercifully as he glares to the fans standing near the aisle. He gets to the ring, grabs the middle rope and pulls himself into the ring. He stands defiant in the ring with his arms raised in the air which produces more boos.
LD: This well-traveled individual made his RCW debut by attacking Jose Torres at Southern Dynamite #15 after Torres was defeated by Jeffrey Hollywood.
FB: Yeah, TDP’s been looking to take out Torres for a long time and he almost did that in his first strike.
LD: He beat down a man who’d just gone through a hard-fought match, Floyd.
FB: Sometime a pre-emptive strike is needed in warfare and Tommy proved that by attacking that pipsqueak Torres.
TG: And his opponent…El Paso’s own, “The Masked Avenger” Jose Torres!
The bells from “Aerodynamic” by Daft Punk begins playing as the fans erupt with cheers as Torres runs down the aisle and into the ring. Trip Gordan leaps out of the ring as TDP and Jose begin trading punches as the referee calls for the opening bell.
FB: This punk, Jose Torres, just ran down to the ring to start attacking Powers and the fans are cheering this?
LD: It’s pure retribution here tonight, Floyd. Torres isn’t giving TDP any chance to use his strength to his advantage and Jose is looking to impress his home-state fans with a win.
They continue trading punches until TDP rakes Jose’s eyes and whips him off the ropes. TDP goes for a clothesline but Jose ducks and comes back with a headscissors takeover that sends TDP to the outside. TDP jaws with some of the fans as he starts walking around ringside.
FB: That’s it, Tommy. Take your time.
LD: Could you be impartial even for just one night?
FB: Look who’s talking. You’ll cheer your hairpiece off for any goodie-two shoes under the sun.
LD: Shut up, Floyd.
Torres gets on the ring apron and as TDP comes around the side, Torres runs at him, locks his legs around his head, and nails TDP with a hurracanrana.
LD: Hurracanrana onto the concrete floor! The fans are in a frenzy!
FB: This is terrible, Daley. Torres is completely ignoring the rules.
LD: This is a Grudge Match, Floyd. Besides, when has Tommy ever followed rules here?
FB: In a no rules setting.
LD: Of course.
TDP gets back to his feet as Jose gets back in the ring and up to the turnbuckle. Jose dives off for a crossbody but TDP, easily, catches him and tosses him into the guardrail. TDP picks Jose back up and powerbombs him onto the ring apron as Jose clutches his back.
LD: Tommy D. Powers is taking this match over with his brute strength.
FB: There’s no doubt, Daley. It was academic, even at the opening bell, that Powers was going to win this match through domination.
TDP throws Jose back into the ring, reaches over the guardrail and grabs a chair before proceeding into the ring.
LD: Oh no. What’s he doing now with that chair?
FB: He’s probably giving it to the referee. This match has been on the floor for the most part and he’s probably tired, so Tommy’s providing him with a chair to sit down.
LD: I really doubt that, Floyd. More likely, he’s going to use it against Jose’s already battered body.
TDP looks down at Jose as he rolls around on the mat and clutching at his back. He raises the chair above his head before grabbing it with both hands. He swings it at Jose but he moves out of the way. TDP swings again but Jose manages to get away and get to his feet. He ends up in the corner and kicks TDP a couple of times in the midsection which causes TDP to drop the chair. Jose grabs the chair and cracks TDP over the head as the fans cheer loudly again. As TDP staggers against the ropes, Jose bounces off the opposite ropes and hits him again which sends TDP over the top rope and back against the guardrail.
FB: How can the referee allow this to continue?
LD: For the last time, Floyd, this is a Grudge Match, these two guys hate each other and a normal match just isn’t enough. Relaxed rules are needed for this kind of setting.
FB: If Jose was any kind of wrestler, he wouldn’t need a chair.
LD: Powers brought it into the ring, you idiot!
FB: Calm yourself, Daley, before I knock you down.
LD: I…well, alright.
Jose gets on the ring apron and while still holding the chair, hits a moonsault off the second ropes which sends him and TDP crashing into the 1st row.
LD: What a spectacular move by Jose Torres!
FB: Wow
LD: Great add-in, Floyd.
Both men struggle to their feet as Torres still has a chair in his hands and TDP grabs one of his own. They begin swinging chairs back-and-forth and brawling up through the crowd. Security tries to keep them separated from the crowd and when one of the security guards gets too close, TDP starts nailing them with the chair. TDP ends up grabbing Jose and tossing him into a section of seats where the crowd has dispersed. Jose crashes through the chairs with a sickening thud.
LD: This is becoming more and more outrageous by the minute.
FB: See, I told you this should be stopped.
As TDP rushes in towards Jose, Jose manages to get to his feet and hit an enziguiri which sends TDP into more chairs. Jose beats on TDP’s back with forearms but he gets back to his feet and the brawl continues back over the guardrail and up the aisle. Finally, the ref calls for the bell.
LD: Looks like you got your wish, Floyd, because I think the referee has just thrown this one out.
TG: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled this match a no contest!
LD: Folks, we’re going to try to restore some order around here! While we do, please enjoy these messages from our sponsors!
RCW cameras fade to commercial.
COMMERCIAL - TACO BELL - MAKE A RUN FOR THE BORDER
Cameras fade into the broadcast area.
LD: Welcome back, fans, and we’re going to be showing you something we call “A Day in the Life,” where you folks at home can get a glimpse of some of the exciting new talent coming soon to an RCW ring. Our profile right now is on Chris Andrews!
FB: Bo-ring. Hey Daley, cover the booth, I’m going to grab a burger.
LD: Wait, what? Get back here.
FB: Don’t worry, I’ll be back. I’d grab you one, but I don’t have time to puree it so you don’t soil your George Washington choppers!
LD: Jeez! Fans, let’s just take you to it, Chris Andrews!
The scene opens up to a blank screen, and after a few seconds, the words “One man” appear and disappear across the screen. The faint sound of a huge crowd roaring can be heard off in the distance. After a few more seconds, the words “Destined To Become Champion” appear and disappear as a voice begins speaking. The theme from “2001: A Space Odyssey” is then heard in the background as the voice speaks.
Voice: They call him the “Highlighter.” They call him the “Fast Soaring Renegade.” They even claim him to be the “The Best Spectacle On the Third Planet From the Sun.” They cal----
Chris Andrews’ voice is suddenly heard, interrupting the other voice.
Chris Andrews: Cut!! Cut!! What the hell are you doing, man? “The Highlighter”? When the heck did I ever call myself that? “Fast Soaring Renegade”? What the hell man? Understand me when I say this...I am the “Headliner”, the “High Flyin’ Phenom”, and they claim me to be “The Greatest Show On Earth.” Get it right or forget it!! Now, from the top...
After a moment of silence, the voice speaks up again.
Voice: They call him Chris Andrews. He stands in that ring, with his goofy ass ears, screwed up looking bucked teeth, and his crappy looking wrestling atti—
Chris Andrews: OK!!!! That’s enough. If I’m going to get this done, I’m going to have to do it myself. So with that being said, this is what a day in the life of Chris Andrews is really like.
Immediately, the screen turns to a video of Chris Andrews engaged in an intense workout, as “Clocks” by Coldplay begins playing in the background. The video continues airing, even showing footage of Andrews’ career prior to coming to RCW. After the video ends, the music dies down and the scene fades into a van seen driving along the front lawn of what we can only assume to be Chris Andrews’ huge mansion. The van pulls up to the front of the house and a few valet workers open the door as the official RCW camera crew step out and proceed inside of the mansion. A maid meets the crew at the front and then leads them back into Chris Andrews’ official workout room, equipped with some of the latest modern technological exercise/weight equipment and no, I’m not talking about a bowflex.
Maid: Mr. Andrews likes to engage himself in a very intense workout every morning. He’s also working on a project that involves the construction of his very own wrestling ring.
Just then, Chris Andrews stops mid count on his bench press, and sits up and glares at the maid.
Chris Andrews: I don’t know what you’ve been smoking, but I ain’t got no damn wrestling ring!! I would love to have one, but as any normal idiot can see, I don’t have any room to build one. Anywho, welcome fellas. I’ll be with you in a minute.
Andrews then finishes his workout and hits the showers. The maid leads the crew to the living area, where they are sat in front of a huge 62" HD Plasma TV. At the current time, they are watching, of all things, Sponge Bob Square Pants. Chris Andrews walks in and just shakes his head and grins.
Chris Andrews: Well, are you guys going to perspirate over a sponge all day or are we going to get this thing on the road?
The crew all jump up in unison and quickly turn the t.v. off and follow Andrews to his garage, which is occupied on one side by his collection of classic cars.
Chris Andrews: So which one of these ladies is it going to be today, fellas? The 67' Camaro? 69" Barracuda Fastback? Ah...of course, the superb choice...the granddaddy of them all, the 68' Shelby GT 500.
Chris enters his Shelby GT 500 and drives it out of the garage, as the camera crew get back into their van and follow Andrews off his property and into downtown Chicago, Illinois. They drive into deep downtown until coming to a stop at the House of Blues. They proceed to enter the building and gather around a table.
Crew Member 1: OK, Mr. Andrews...
Chris Andrews: Please, call me Chris.
CM 1: Chris...first of all, I have to ask you, what made you decide to come to RCW?
Chris Andrews: Well, a lot of things. The competition for one. I mean, from where I’ve been in my career, I decided long ago that I only wanted to be in the ring with the most elite superstars. Because when it’s all said and done, and I hang up my boots, years down the road, I want to be remembered as one of the greatest superstars in wrestling history. I want people to know that I always went up against the best. And everybody knows that the elite superstars wrestle for the most elite federation, and the way I see it, Razorback Championship Wrestling is the grandest spectacle of them all. The other reason I came here is very simple. When...and I do mean WHEN, I become RCW heavyweight champion, I will be the greatest and longest reigning champion in RCW history...you can bank on it.
CM 2: Now it’s been proven and talked about time and time again, that you love hardcore matches. That you love taking things to the extreme, often times taking them too far.
Chris Andrews: You really think I take them too far? Let me explain to you what too far is. In my book, there’s no such thing as too far, Jack. You see, I was born in the land of hardcore, it’s who I am. I have beaten the best, and I’ve beaten them by any means necessary. You want to know who the best is...You’re looking at him. I have proven it before, and I WILL prove it again. I will do anything it takes to get what I want. That’s why they call me “The Headliner.”
CM 3: Mr An...I mean Chris, there have been rumors that you recently got yourself a woman. Any truth to this?
Chris Andrews: Yes it is true. Her name is Julia, and she’s the love of my life, man. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
There’s a brief moment of silence before Chris speaks again.
Chris Andrews: She’s visiting family right now, that’s why she’s not here.
The crew all nod in understanding and such.
CM 1: Now, I think the whole world wants to know what makes you the high flyer you are?
Chris Andrews: First of all, I’m more than a high flyer. Everybody knows that I’ve brawled and continue to brawl with the best of them. But what makes me the high flying machine that I am, is simply this...it’s not what I do, it’s who I am. The whole world knows why I am the “High Flying Phenom.” I’ve proven it night in and night out. I fly high because it’s who I am and it’s what cements my legacy as one of the greatest superstars of all time. I take things to the limits, simple as that. It doesn’t matter if it’s hardcore, if it’s inside of a steel cage, or if I’m surrounded by a ring of fire...nothing stands in my way...NOTHING!!
After a few more minutes of conversation, they all get up and leave the building. Suddenly, what seems like hundreds of fans quickly swarm towards Chris Andrews, wanting autographs and pictures, etc. He gives a few autographs and takes a few pictures, as one of the camera crew takes off and gets Andrews’ Shelby and pulls it up to where Chris is and picks him up and they leave quickly. The rest of the crew gather in their van and leave as well. They continue driving downtown when the come to an old guitar shop. They enter and Chris talks to the owner who leaves and then re-emerges with a 67' Gibson Les Paul electric guitar. Chris strums on it a few times before paying up and then leaving the shop.
Chris Andrews: Man, I can’t believe it’s ready. Oh yeah, you all probably didn’t know, but I am an avid “self proclaimed” musician. Looking at his watch Well, it’s just about time for the show to start.
He leaves and drives off, as the camera crew stand there confused but then quickly leave as well. They get back to Chris’s mansion, where a limo is seen parked out front.
Chris Andrews: Well, this is it guys. This is where we part ways and what not...he looks at them before grinning...it was just a joke. Let’s go, we don’t have much time.
They all enter the limo which is decked out with a mini bar, huge t.v., playstation 3, etc. Chris gets everyone a drink and the limo leaves the mansion and proceeds back into downtown Chicago. As they get closer to their destination, the faint sound of a roaring crowd is heard again. They finally get to the Allstate Arena, where the roaring crowd is as loud as can be. They pull up to a side entrance, where camera crews from news stations and press members are eagerly awaiting to see Chris Andrews. Andrews and his crew step out and walk up to the arena and just before entering, Andrews turns around and outstretches his arms as cameras go off like fireworks. After soaking it all in, he enters the loud building and makes his way to the center stage.
CM 2: Hey Chris...one more thing. What’s all this about the A.O.V.?
The sound of the crowd is just phenomenal. “Down With the Sickness” by Disturbed begins to play in the background. Chris turns around just before entering the stage and begins to speak.
Chris Andrews: Well, I guess you’re just going to have to wait and find out, aren’t you? Why don’t you all ponder on that for a while. It’s been a heck of a ride so far today....but the real party is out there.
With that, Chris enters the stage as the crowd goes absolutely NUTS!!!!!! He outstretches his arms as the song continues playing. The scene then fades out.
The picture fades back into the desk, as Daley is smiling wide, and Boyd is taking his last bite.
LD: There you have it folks. A look at a very promising young man, Chris Andrews!
FB: I love it!
LD: Glad to see you’re as excited about Chris Andrews as I am, Floyd.
FB: Who’s Chris Andrews? I was talking about the burger. The food stand used pepper jack cheese!
LD: Well, while Floyd continues to show his true colors, let’s find out the true colors of the Alpha Storm bunch, as we go to Trip Gordan for Puck vs. Ares!
"March of Pigs" by Nine Inch Nails starts to play as Puck makes his way to the ring to a crowd of boos. Puck starts to mouth off to the crowd when suddenly a loud crack is heard and puck falls to the ground.
LD: It's ARES!!! Ares just nailed Puck from behind with a singapore cane! Puck is trying to get back to his feet...
CRACK!!!
LD: ANOTHER VICIOUS SHOT! This time right across Puck's forehead!
FB: Ares should be disqualified!
LD: The Match hasn't officially started though Floyd. Ares is still wearing a patch to protect his right eye after Puck hit him with a fireball at Southern Dynamite.
Ares rolls Puck into the ring as the ref calls for the bell.
LD: Aright Floyd now the match is started.
FB: Ares still has that cane though.
The ref is trying to get the cane from Ares as Puck struggles to his feet again.
FB: This kid is tough.
CRACK!!!!
LD: Ares just shattered that cane over Pucks head and the ref is calling for the bell again! Ares has been disqualified.
FB: He doesn't seem to care though.
Ares rolls out of the ring and pulls a table out from underneath it. He sets it up at ringside.
LD: Whats that that Ares just pulled from his trunks..... it smells like lighter fluid.
FB: This is going to get good.
LD: Ares just dosed that table and now is lighting it.
Ares rolls back into the ring as the ref tries to block his path to puck but is quickly shoved aside. Ares picks Puck up and is met with a low blow by PUCK.
LD: Puck is fighting back. He already won this match now he is fighting for his life.
FB: Little dramatic don't ya think?
Puck, whose face is a crimson mask from the cane shots, calls for the Cradle Piledriver. He positions Ares... Ares reverses with a backdrop over the ropes though but Puck saves himself by landing on the ring apron. Ares joins him. Ares is measuring Puck..... Ares runs across the apron..... ACE CUTTER off the Apron and through the flaming TABLE!!!!
LD: Ares just drove Puck and himself through that flaming table!
FB: No thats just stupid.
MG: Puck got the worst of it though as he landed square on the flaming debris. Here come the EMTs, this seems to be a pattern with these two. I don't think anything got solved here tonight,.
RCW cameras fade.
COMMERCIAL - GOODY'S HEADACHE POWDER -!
The cameras fade in backstage as Davey Boone is seen standing with Kasey Reynolds. They are talking as the camera zooms in on their conversation.
Kasey K. Reynolds: Well champ, are you ready for your big match tonight?
Boone is seen staring into space with one arm across his chest and his other hand up near his chin as he’s thinking.
Kasey K. Reynolds: Champ?
Davey “The Savior” Boone: Oh, are you talking to me? I’m not a champion here yet, but some day I will be.
Kasey K. Reynolds: What are you thinking about?
Davey “The Savior” Boone: I’m thinking….A…..O….V….
Kasey K. Reynolds: Alliance of Violence? But, Adam isn’t here…neither is Trent..who will you be asking to join?
Davey “The Savior” Boone: I think Chris Andrews would be up for this…I’ve already spoken with him and he’s gold.
Kasey K. Reynolds: That’s a tag team for you there..
Davey “The Savior” Boone: No, not tag team…triple threat!
Kasey K. Reynolds: What? But whom?
Boone sticks his hand in his pocket and pulls out a small card and flips it over where Reynolds can see it as well as the camera. It is the card, ace of spades! The Texarkana crowd let’s out a cheer as Boone hands the card to Reynolds and then pulls out his cell phone.
Kasey K. Reynolds: I’m liking it man.
Davey “The Savior” Boone: I’m not too worried about Casanova, I’ve got a nice treat for him tonight!
Boone flips his phone open and places it up against his ear and begins to speak.
Davey “The Savior” Boone: Hello, I’ve got an idea to throw at you man and you tell me what you think.
RCW cameras cut to the broadcast booth.
LD: We’re back fans, and what an event so far. I hope you’re as pleased as I am, Floyd, about the fantastic show put on by RCW & its president, AJ Supreme tonight!
FB: Supreme? Don’t get me started. That stuffed shirt, if he were here right now, I’d tell him-
LD: Well you’re in luck, Floyd, Mr. Supreme is joining us right now for a few words!
Supreme taps Boyd on the shoulder, and he immediately stands up to give his chair to Supreme, now all smiles.
FB: Oh, hey boss. I was just telling Lester how if you were here right now, I’d tell him how great of a job you were doing!
AJ: Oh, good, Floyd. Glad you like the promotion as much as you like your burgers… and your paycheck.
FB: Oh yeah, no complaints here. Hey, did I ever tell you that you remind me of a younger version of my good friend George Clooney? Much handsomer, of course, though.
LD: AJ, it’s a great night you’ve put on tonight. I understand you have an announcement regarding Southern Dynamite?
AJ: That’s right Les, but first I want to thank the folks who came out tonight, both from here in Texas, and my & RCW’s home state of Arkansas. It’s an amazing atmosphere, and I’m even told we’ve got our share of folks from around Shreveport, where the CW21 has been simulcasting our Southern Dynamite shows. And speaking of that, I’m going to give you fans watching at home a little treat, and let the cat out of the bag to you first. Starting with next week’s Southern Dynamite #18, we’ll be adding a fifth exciting match to each and every edition of Southern Dynamite. The fans have asked for it, and we listed to our loyal audience, and I think you’ll be very happy with our shows upcoming!
LD: Well, how about that?! AJ, thanks very much for the exclusive tidbit, and I’m sure our fans at home join me in thanking you for providing this action to us on a week in and week out basis.
FB: I’ll say. Keep up the good work, Boss Man!
AJ: Thanks fellas, and thanks to you at home too. Hope y’all enjoy the rest of the show!
Supreme gets up and walks towards the back, slapping hands with fans along the way. Floyd is quick to sit back down.
FB: Man, I can’t stand that guy.
LD: Oh please! Let’s just take it to ringside for our Two Minute Challenge Match!
***2 MINUTE CHALLENGE ***
::VS::
From the opening bell, this match was a contrast of styles, with Casanova trying his best to evade the fiery Boone, and Davey doing all he good to get a hold of Nova to end this match within the two minute parameters. Finally, after about the thirty second mark, Boone caught hold of the wiley Nova, and executed a superb series of moves, ending with a release German Suplex that landed Casanova flat on his back. Finally, after a bit more of wearing him down, Boone applied a Sharpshooter at the 1 minute, 30 second mark!
The ending came in controversial fashion, as despite Boone and the Texarkana fans pleading with ref Colt Tatum to check on Nova to see if he submitted, the new-to-RCW official took his sweet time, only asking Nova five seconds prior to the bell ringing. By the time he got an answer, it was too late, and Nova had survived the two minutes! The crowd vented their frustration, starting a chant which can’t be repeated on broadcast television, as Boone confronted Tatum. Nova slipped away and back to the locker rooms as Tatum said one sentence, shrugged his shoulders, and made his way to the back, leaving a steaming Boone in the ring, as the fans consoled him on a great two-minute effort!
***OFFICIAL RESULT – TIME LIMIT DRAW***
COMMERCIAL - THE RIB CRIB - WHERE BOLD BEGINS!
RCW cameras fade into the backstage area. RCW interviewer Bettie Lee Rose is standing outside a dressing room labeled “Jones Jr.”
BLR: Welcome back, y’all, to Hog Heaven; On The Border! I’m here outside the locker room for “Night Train” Clifton Pearson, and it looks like no one’s in there. At this point, guys, you have to wonder if “Fast” Franky will have to make good on his word and refund all these fans their money b-
Suddenly, an old man, dressed to the nines but assisted with the help of a cane shuffles into the camera range.
BLR: I’m sorry sir, we’re on the air!
Old Man: Ah, young lady, perhaps you can help me. I’m looking for a Mr. Lanky Huggs?
BLR: Huggs..Huggs…oh, you mean Franky Higgs?
OM: Ah yes, that’s it. So where can I find Mr. Piggs?
BLR: I’m sorry, sir, this is a restricted area. No fans are allowed back here.
OM: Oh, my good woman, I’m not a fan. Here, Mr. Figgs said to show someone my credentials to get backstage.
The old man draws a card out of his breast pocket and shows it to Rose, whose eyes widen and does a double take.
BLR: YOU’RE Roy Jones Jr?
OM: The one and the same, m’lady. Former proprietor of Roy’s Dry Cleaning in the Texarkana region for over 45 years. Now, Janky said I was here to receive some sort of lifetime achievement award?
BLR: Well, we were expecting the boxer, so…
OM: Boxing? My word, I never watch that sort of program. Too violent, I’m afraid. Now Miss, if you’ll just show me to the podium entrance, I’ll be on my way. I’ve even prepared a speech for the occasion. Let me find it, I have a pun on starching that’ll really knock ‘em dead out there…
BLR: Oh goodness no…
But before Bettie can issue a warning to the man digging in his pants pocket, a streak is seen going across the screen, leading with an upper hand right fist which knocks the old man’s speech in the air, sends his cane flying, and puts him onto the ground in a heap.
Clifton Pearson: PAIN TRAIN, B___H!
Bettie Lee looks on horrified as Pearson glowers over the downed Jones. Franky Higgs comes into the picture, crouching down to look at the devastation left in his wake.
FH: Best pound for pound fighter in the world My Aunt Fanny! 4 AND 0, DADDY!! Hope you can take blood stains out, you old codger!
BLR: Please, someone, get this man some help! Oh my word!
The camera pans to ringside. Daley looks horrified, while Boyd belly laughs.
LD: My goodness! What a horrifying display!
FB: You got that right! I thought he used to be a champ!
LD: Floyd, that was obviously not Roy Jones Jr. that Clifton Pearson just obliterated!
FB: Didn’t you see that card, Daley? It sure was! Looks like times have been tough on Ol’ Roy! Higgs was true on his word, Daley! And to think, you doubted him.
LD: Well, I certainly didn’t think he’d corral some poor old man with the same name as the fighter to become a punching bag for that monster. How dare he!
FB: Jeez, what a crybaby you are! First you don’t think Roy Jones Jr will show up. He does, and you’re still complaining!
LD: Fans, let’s just try to forget this…debacle, and take it to ringside for our fight without borders!
TG: The following is the “Fight Without Boarders” Match!
The fans erupt in cheers.
TG: Introducing first, from Hollywood, California... “The Main Attraction” JEFFREY HOLLYWOOD!
The lights dim as “Superstar” by Saliva begins to blare throughout the arena. The fans boo as Jeffrey Hollywood emerges from the entranceway. He wears a black silk shirt with a white suit jacket, both of which are unbutton, along with a pair of expensive sunglasses. He grins as he slowly raises his right fist into the air while turning his head, causing his hair to whip around, giving him that almost “rock star” appearance. The fans continue to boo as he grins out at them. Suddenly Mikey runs out and nails Hollywood from behind. The crowd goes crazy as Mikey starts putting the boots to Jeffrey while the lights return to normal.
LD: So much for introductions, Mikey couldn't wait any longer!
FB: Cheap shot, that's the only chance the Mute has against Hollywood... hitting him from behind.
LD: Mikey is just giving Jeffrey a taste of his own medicine.
The crowd continues to cheer as Mikey pulls Hollywood up and rips off his jacket and wraps Hollywood's silk shirt around his neck and then just tosses him down the ramp.
FB: Come on Hollywood!
LD: Remember fans, this is a no disqualification, falls count anywhere match.
Hollywood rolls down the ramp and comes to a stop at ringside, with Mikey coming right at him. Hollywood backs up and motions for Mikey to back off so he can get to his feet.
LD: I can't believe it, Hollywood is actually trying to convince Mikey to let him get up.
FB: If Mikey was such a great guy, he'd do the honorable thing and let Jeffrey get back to his feet.
Mikey smirks as he reaches down to pull Hollywood up but Jeffrey grabs his waist band and pulls him forward, sending Mikey right into the ring steps.
LD: That wasn't very honorable on Hollywood's part Floyd.
FB: He had to do what was needed in order to gain the advantage.
Hollywood grabs a hand full of Mikey's hair and repeatedly slams his head into the steps. The crowd boos as Jeffrey grins while Mikey holds his head. Hollywood pulls Mikey up and rolls him into the ring, sliding into the ring right after him. Hollywood waits for Mikey to get on all fours before kicking him right in the ribs. Mikey rolls on the mat, holding his ribs in pain as the fans boo.
LD: Jeffrey Hollywood has gotten the upper hand in this match.
FB: Of course he has Daley, he's the Main Attraction.
LD: You got something brown on your nose there Floyd.
FB: Shut up Daley.
Jeffrey kneels over Mikey and starts laying in some stiff punches to the side of his head. Mikey tries to cover up as he is able to shove Hollywood off. He uses the ropes to pull himself up as Hollywood runs at him. Mikey pulls the top rope down and Jeffrey falls to the outside.
LD: Quick thinking on Mikey's part, could get the upper hand again here.
FB: Or he could just do what he does best... and that's suck.
As Hollywood gets to his feet, Mikey climbs out onto the ring apron. Hollywood uses his speed to recover in time to connect with a devastating kick right to Mikey's legs. He falls and hits hard on the arena floor. Fans in the front row cover their mouths as they watch the back of Mikey's head slam against the floor.
LD: Sicking thud as Mikey crash lands on the outside.
FB: How's that for smart thinking Daley?
LD: Hollywood is very talented, I'll give him that but I still don't like his methods or his attitude.
FB: Well I don't like you but I have to sit here and suffer smelling the overwhelming stench of bengay and prunes.
Hollywood pulls Mikey up and hits a snap suplex, followed by a standing moonsault. He holds it for the cover...
LD: First pin attempt of the match...
FB: And the last, it's over!
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LD: KICK OUT! Mikey has too much fight left in him for it to be over already.
Hollywood waits for Mikey to start getting up before he runs and kicks him square in the face. Boos and shocked gasps ring out from the crowd as Hollywood smirks. Before Mikey has a chance to recover for the sickening shot, Hollywood pulls him to his feet and rolls him back into the ring.
FB: Mikey is out from that kick and Hollywood is going to take advantage here.
LD: Mikey could be seriously injured after that shot.
FB: Hopefully this is just the beginning Daley, Hollywood said this would be a war and a war is what I want to see.
Jeffrey slides into the ring and waits for Mikey to start getting up. As he does, Hollywood runs and bounces off the ropes, but out of nowhere Mikey is able to spring to his feet, run and connects with a huge spin heel kick right on Hollywood.
FB: WHAT!?
LD: WOW! Out of nowhere Mikey recovers and levels Hollywood with a kick of his own.
Instead of going for the pin, Mikey kneels over Hollywood and starts pounding away at his head. Jeffrey grabs him, turns and tosses Mikey out of the ring under the bottom rope. Mikey lands on the floor and immediately looks under the ring.
LD: Mikey showing his ability to recover and take advantage also.
FB: What's the Mute looking for?
The crowd pops as Mikey pulls out a garbage can full of weapons, which he tosses into the ring. As he slides back into the ring, Hollywood grabs a kendo stick and swings. Luckily Mikey ducks the swing and kicks Jeffrey in the gut. As Hollywood drops the kendo stick, Mikey catches it in midair and slams it hard into Hollywood's side. The crowd erupts in cheers at hearing the impact.
LD: Here we go!
FB: I've felt worse.
As Hollywood holds his side, Mikey swings and cracks him right in the forehead. The crowd gets louder at hearing the impact of the stick smacking into Hollywood's skull. Before Jeffrey is able to hit the mat, Mikey connects with two more vicious shots to his head with the kendo stick.
LD: That last shot shattered the stick!
FB: This is nothing, Hollywood is fine.
LD: He doesn't look fine Floyd, he looks out of it!
The fans cheer as Mikey tosses the broken kendo stick to the outside and picks up a stop sign. He places it across Hollywood's chest as he goes over and jumps onto the top rope. The crowd cheers as he jumps off and connects with a huge shooting star press!
FB: NOT GOOD!
LD: WHOA! Shooting star press onto that stop sign, both men feeling the effects of that move!
Mikey holds his midsection as he shoves the sign off and makes the cover.
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FB: KICK OUT!
LD: That was close!
Mikey grabs the sign and places it on Hollywood again as he goes to the opposite corner and climbs to the top for a second time.
LD: Mikey possibly going for a moonsault here.
FB: Hollywood's up!
Jeffrey is able to recover enough to get to his feet and slam the stop sign into Mikey's back before he was able to jump off the top. The impact causes Mikey to fall onto the top rope and Hollywood grabs him by the hair and pulls him backwards.
FB: Here we go Daley, Mikey's trapped in the tree of woe.
LD: He ain't going anywhere now.
The fans boo as Hollywood places the stop sign right up against Mikey's face as he hands upside down in the tree of woe. Hollywood goes to the opposite corner and grins as he raises his fist into the air, causing the fans to boo even louder. He runs and jumps into the air, almost freezing in time before drop kicking the sign right into Mikey's face.
FB: HANG TIME DROP KICK!
LD: That rocked Mikey!
Hollywood pulls Mikey down and goes for the cover.
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LD: FOOT ON THE ROPE!
FB: COME ON!
Hollywood kicks Mikey out of the ring and follows him out to the floor. He pulls him up and whips him towards the guardrail, slamming him hard against the metal. As Mikey leans against the rail in pain, Hollywood runs at him but at the last second, Mikey back body drops him over the guard rail and into the crowd.
LD: Reversal by Mikey!
FB: Hollywood has Mikey right where he wants him.
LD: What are you talking about? Hollywood is laying on the ground in pain.
FB: Exactly!
LD: Exactly what?
FB: Huh?
LD: OH FORGET IT FLOYD!
Mikey turns around and waits as Hollywood gets to his feet. Just as he turns around, Mikey jumps up onto the guardrail and leaps off with a flying forearm smash. Both men crash to the floor, slamming into chairs and crowd members as security rushes over to keep the fans away.
LD: Mikey showing his high flying skills there.
FB: Endangering each and every one of those fans.
LD: Like you care about our fans.
The fans clap and stomp their feet on the ground as both men are slow to their feet. They exchange a few punches as they brawl through the crowd. As they battle out towards one of the flights of stairs, Mikey kicks Hollywood in the gut and sets him up for a suplex.
FB: NO!
LD: THIS IS GONNA HURT!
Mikey attempts the suplex but it's blocked and Hollywood is the one who connects with a suplex onto the concrete stairs. The fans watch on in shock at the impact of Mikey's back on the steps. Hollywood grabs Mikey by the hair and drags him up the stairs and out into one of the hallways. Mikey connects with a few punches and is able to get to his feet in time to whip Jeffrey back first into one of the concession stands. Fans rush to gather around to watch the brawl as security tries to keep them back.
FB: Falls count anywhere Daley, Hollywood could pin Mikey right on the ice cream cart.
LD: It looks like Mikey has the momentum right now though Floyd.
Mikey runs at Hollywood who lifts him up and drops him jaw first on the counter. Hollywood then gets Mikey in a headlock and heads down the hallway with him.
LD: Where are they going now?
FB: No idea.
As they come to the restrooms, Hollywood sends Mikey into the men's room door. The fans try to follow as Mikey crashes into the men's bathroom. A larger sized man looks startled as he stands there at one of the urinals. He quickly zips up and rushes out of the bathroom as Hollywood puts the boots to Mikey.
FB: Security, get that fatty... he didn't wash his hands.
Mikey tries to crawl to safety as Hollywood continues to kick and stomp him. Hollywood picks up one of the trash cans and just drops it down onto Mikey's back. He looks at the urinal the fat man was just standing at and gets a sinister grin on his face as he leans down and grabs Mikey by the hair.
LD: No... he wouldn't.
FB: DO IT!
The fans can't believe their eyes as Hollywood slams Mikey's face right into the urinal.
FB: OH MY GOD!
LD: He didn't flush.... he didn't flush!
Hollywood places his boot right on the back of Mikey's head and forces his face down into the nasty urinal while grinning.
LD: That is just disgusting!
FB: Now I've seen everything!
Hollywood finally stops rubbing Mikey's face into the yellow puddle and drags him by the legs towards one of the stalls.
LD: Now what?
FB: Got to wash it off.
LD: Oh no...
Hollywood grabs Mikey by the shoulders and lifts him up and then just shoves his head right into the toilet. Again he places his boot on the back of his head and keeps his head in the bowl.
LD: This is just too much.
FB: I'm loving this.
LD: COME ON NOW, LET HIM OUT! HE COULD DROWNED!
FB: Remember Daley, this is a war.... show no mercy!
Finally Hollywood backs off and Mikey pulls his head out, gasping for air and coughing. Hollywood laughs as Mikey reaches over, grabs a plunger and cracks Jeffrey right in the head with it. Hollywood staggers back out of the stall as Mikey gets up, turns and runs at him. He jumps up, grabs hold of the top of the door stall frame, swings and connects with a perfect head scissors. He shakes his head, getting some of the toilet water out of his hair before hooking Hollywood's legs. He falls backwards and sling shots Hollywood right into one of the mirrors above the sink, shattering it.
LD: HOLY..........
FB: HOLLYWOOD'S HEAD JUST SHATTERED THAT MIRROR!
As Jeffrey staggers back, Mikey grabs his head and throws him back into the mirror a second time. As Jeffrey staggers back this time, Mikey grabs his arm and whips him right into the wall. He follows up with a stiff knee right to his gut and then sends him back out into the hallway.
LD: These two just keep brawling.
FB: Come on Hollywood, don't let the Mute get the upper hand.
As the two continue the brawl, security keeps the fans at a safe distance. They exchange blows and slams for awhile until they work their way backstage where Mikey picks up a broom stick and breaks it across Hollywood's back. Mikey grabs a wooden pallet that crates are usually stacked on and drops it on the ground next to Hollywood. He pulls him up and delivers a Mikey Bomb onto the wooden pallet, the impact shattering it into pieces. He covers the motionless Hollywood.
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FB: NO... KICK OUT!
LD: I thought it was over there but somehow, Hollywood kicked out.
Mikey pulls Hollywood up and whips him into a loading bay dock door. Jeffrey crashes into it hard and falls to the ground, half way leaning up against the steel door. Mikey runs and connects with a sickening shinning wizard.
LD: THE WRETCHED!!!!!
FB: NO WAY!!!!!
LD: If Mikey makes the cover, this one is over.
Mikey drags Jeffrey away from the door and covers.
1.
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3...
FB: KICK OUT!!!!!!!!!!! HOLLYWOOD KICKED OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LD: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! HOW???
Mikey can't believe it either as he pounds the ground in frustration. He starts to pull Hollywood up but Jeffrey connects with a huge low blow, which sends Mikey down to the ground. Both men lay on the floor, trying to recover as the fans in the arena start clapping.
FB: What else is going to happen here?
LD: I don't know Floyd, what will it take to end this match?
Both men slow to their feet, Mikey goes for a clothesline but Hollywood ducks behind. He lifts Mikey up for a high angle back drop, spins around and drives Mikey down onto a pile of pipes with a face first power bomb.
FB: HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT!
LD: THIS HAS TO BE IT!
Hollywood drapes an arm across Mikey's chest as the referee drops for the count.
1.
2..
LD: KICK OUT BY MIKEY!
FB: NO FRAKIN' WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The fans in the arena can't believe it and start chanting “Mikey”.
LD: Will this match ever end?
FB: Yes, just as soon as Hollywood is able to put Mikey away!
Hollywood shakes his head in shock as he goes over and opens the loading door. He grabs Mikey and drags him outside where they continue to brawl. Mikey hits a knee to the gut and body slams Hollywood onto the hood of a 24' U-Haul truck. He climbs up with Hollywood, pulling him to his feet and delivers a huge DDT onto the windshield of the truck.
LD: DDT onto the windshield of that U-Haul truck! The glass shattered and Jeffrey's head is busted open after that.
FB: Why is there a U-Haul truck outside the arena?
LD: Good question Floyd.
Mikey pulls the now bloody Hollywood up and he climbs up onto the top of the truck. He pulls Hollywood up there and drags him to the back, where he gets Jeffrey for a powerbomb.
LD: SUPER MIKEY BOMB!
FB: He can't! They have to be at least nine to ten feet in the air!
Hollywood reverses and back body drops Mikey off the top of the U-Haul!
LD: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The camera quickly rushes over to reveal Mikey smashed onto a shattered windshield of a Ford Focus which was parked behind the truck. Hollywood looks down at the motionless Mikey, laying against the broken windshield and turns away. The fans watch in shock as Hollywood jumps off the top of the truck, down onto Mikey with a huge corkscrew moonsault!
FB: THEY HAVE TO BE DEAD!!!!!
LD: NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The fans in the arena are in shock, holding their hands in front of their wide open mouths upon seeing that move. The referee checks on both of them as neither man moves. Several fans start chanting...
Fans: R-C-W..... R-C-W....... R-C-W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Finally Hollywood rolls over and covers Mikey.
LD: I hate to see Mikey lose but finally this war is over.
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FB: THINK AGAIN!!!!!!!!
LD: MIKEY KICKED OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FB: HOW??????
LD: WHY?????????
Fans: R-C-W..... R-C-W....... R-C-W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hollywood completely frustrated rolls Mikey over onto his stomach, grabs his arms, places his boot against the back of his head and delivers several vicious curb stomps to the shattered windshield! Mikey's head repeatedly smashes against the broken glass, blood starts to pour from his forehead.
LD: SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOP THIS MATCH!!!!
FB: Mikey knew what he was getting himself into!
LD: Hollywood is going too far here, a human skull can't take that much punishment!
Finally Hollywood stops and kicks Mikey off the car, sending him to the concrete. Hollywood gets down and grins as he drags Mikey over to a parking spot by the side of the building. He pulls the motionless Mikey to his feet, hooks his arms, twists him around and drives him down with the “Main Attraction”!
LD: OH MY GOD! Mikey's throat just slammed down across one of the concrete curb stoppers that are in front of most parking spots!
FB: If Mikey wasn't a mute before... he is now!
Hollywood rolls Mikey over and covers him, forcing his elbow across Mikey's face.
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3!!!
LD: FINALLY! MIKEY NEEDS HELP NOW!!!!!
Seconds after the referee counts the three, medical staff rush onto the scene to attend to Mikey, who holds his throat and grasps for air. Hollywood stands there, blooding dripping down his face... grinning at what he has done.
FB: Hollywood did it, he defeated Mikey!
LD: Yeah, but at what price? Mikey could be seriously injured here!
Hollywood grins as he walks back into the building while more medical staff attend to Mikey.
LD: Fans, while our medical staff tackles this very serious injury, let’s take it to commercial.
Cameras fade to commercial.
COMMERCIAL - ENTERGY - ALL THE ENERGY YOU NEED!
Cameras fade into the broadcast booth.
LD: Folks, we’re back, and we’re ready to see our first title defense of the evening! Take it away, Trip!
Trip Gordan: And now, it is time for the Natural Title match. Introducing first, the challenger...
The lights go out in the arena and a mysterious voice says,"The future burns brightly for the only...wrestler...that matters." With that, “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour begins playing. Finally, Doug Gavelon comes through the curtain and is soon flanked by Nate Sipes and Tiffany. He holds up his arms above his head and forms an “X” with the metal sign in each hand. He then jogs down to the ring, gets on the apron, bounces on the ropes a few times. He then turns around and does a front flip into the ring as his two companions make their way down to ringside. When he lands, he holds his arms out and throws his head back. After a dramatic pause, he holds his arms back over his head and forms the “X” with the metal sign in each hand.
Trip Gordan: From Lock Haven, Pennsylvania, weighing at 225 pounds, "The Burning Hammer", Doug Gavelon!
Doug raises his hand as the fans fill the arena with cheers.
Trip Gordan: And now the champion, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing at 270 pounds, Brock Davids!
The arena goes dark as Drowning Pool's Tear Away starts up. After the first two lines are sung, a muscular man steps out onto the entranceway. The lights come back on, revealing an angry Brock Davids with the Natural title slung over his bulky shoulder. Brock trudges down the ramp, up the steel steps and into the ring. Brock poses in the middle of the ring with the belt over his head before handing the championship over to the referee. The fans have a mixed reaction, probably leaning more towards boos then cheers.
LD: Here we go fans, it's time for one of the best match ups RCW has ever seen.
FB: You know what? For once I agree with you. This is going to be one helluva match.
Brock and Doug stare into each others eyes with a couple of feet between them. Gavelon points at Brock, then makes a motion with his hands near his waist, claiming that he is going to take the belt from Brock. Brock smiles at that notion, then sends a stiff right at Gavelon. Gavelon touches his mouth and checks for blood. He smirks in disbelief and sends a shot right back at Brock. Davids sends a shot right back and the two begin trading punches back and forth.
LD: It doesn't look like these punches are too devistating here in the early going.
FB: Maybe these two should take lessons from "Night Train".
After the short little boxing match, Brock uses his shoulder to ram Doug into corner. Then, Brock makes a mistake by backing off, allowing Gavelon to come at him with a flying forearm, knocking Brock back and allowing Doug to take control. Gavelon flies in again, this time drop kicking the champ, sending him stumbling to the ropes. With Brock resting on the ropes, Doug hops back up and attempts to clothesline Brock, but Davids ducks underneath it and tries to back body drop Gavelon to the outside. However, being the resourceful wrestler that he is, Gavelon lands on the apron.
Brock tries to punch him off, but Gavelon blocks the shot. Davids goes for another shot, but this time "The Burning Hammer" ducks underneath it and counters by putting his shoulder into the midsection of his opponent. Gavelon gets back into the ring and begins sending kicking the legs of Brock, trying to take away his standing base.
LD: Doug almost looking like an MMA fighter right here with those stiff leg kicks.
Gavelon uppercuts Brock, then whips him off the ropes. As soon as Brock comes back towards Gavelon, Doug drop toe holds him onto the ground. The challenger then gets back up to his feet and continues his work on Brock's legs, by stomping away at his right one while he tries to stand back up. Once Brock gets up to his feet, Doug begins clubbing him in the back of the head, trying to keep control of the "beast". However, after three or four shots to the back of the head, Brock elbows Gavelon, catching him right on the chin.
LD: I'm suprised how much of a brawl this match has been in the early going.
FB: Brock Davids isn't exactly known as a ring technician.
Brock takes control of Gavelon by wrenching his arm. With each passing second, he continues to twist the arm more and Gavelon's escape efforts increase. Finally, Brock uses his power and tosses Doug across the ring, with only a grasp on Gavelon's arm.
LD: Impressive show of power by Brock.
FB: I believe the proper cliche for this situation would be "tossing him around like a ragdoll".
Brock goes over to Gavelon and pulls him up by the neck. Then he begins clubbing his back, obviously trying to expose a weakness that the toss across the ring had opened up. After laying in a couple more shots, Brock executes a suplex. Brock puts his arm over Gavelon's midsection to try and get a lazy cover.
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KICK OUT!
FB: Way too early to go for a cover there.
Following the cover, Brock quickly puts Gavelon into a chinlock. The submission doesn't last long though, as Doug is right by the ropes and is able to immediately grab them, forcing Davids to break the hold. Brock returns to his feet and the referee forces him to back off of Gavelon, allowing the challenger to return to his feet. The two begin circling each other, each with their hands out as if they were about to partake in some amateur wrestling. Both men try to take control until finally, Gavelon gets Brock in a side headlock. Brock easily escapes this by getting his legs going and pushing Gavelon out of it, sending him off the ropes. Gavelon comes back at the champion and goes for a crossbody, but Brock catches him. Then, Brock uses the fall away slam to continue impacting the back of Gavelon.
FB: It looks like Brock is going for another early cover.
LD: ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!
Brock gets up and walks away from Gavelon, trying to get in a quick rest before he returns to his feet. Once Gavelon does begin to get up, Brock goes right back on the attack by sending a sharp kick into the ribs. With Gavelon bent over, Brock goes for some sort of powerbomb, but Doug punches his way out of it. Gavelon lands on his feet and goes back to work on Brock's leg, by drop kicking him right in the knee cap. Gavelon gets back up and drop kicks him once again in the knee, causing Brock to fall because he put all of his weight onto his other leg. With Brock on the ground holding his leg, Gavelon gets the figure four leg lock locked in.
FB: Gavelon is going after Brock like a vulcher that got a whiff of a dead carcass and you know what? I'm liking it.
LD: Gavelon obviously came in here with a gameplan to take out the leg of Brock. If Gavelon can do any damage to that leg, all he has to do is let Brock tire himself out and this match is pretty much his.
With Brock in the middle of the ring and his legs tied up in the figure four, his situation looks helpless. He tries to pull himself towards the ropes, but then Gavelon just pulls him right back towards the middle of the ring. Just as it looks like Brock is ready to tap, he is able to roll over onto his stomach, putting the pressure of the hold on Doug.
FB: Great reversal by the champ!
LD: Brock is more technically sound than he looks. It takes pretty good wrestler to not tap out when you are in a predicament like Brock just was.
With the roles reversed, Tiffany and Nate Sipes begin slapping the mat in support of Gavelon. The fans get into it to and it seems as though the whole state of Texas is clapping in unison for Gavelon to escape the hold. He begins inching his way towards the ropes and with one final stretch, he latches on, forcing the hold to be broken. Both men are a bit slow to get to their feet with Brock showing obvious signs of a potential leg injury. Gavelon wastes no time trying to get back in control of the match, as he charges in at Brock. Unfortunately, Brock was ready for him and executes a blackhole slam, sending Gavelon crashing into the mat.
LD: Brock is going for the cover. This could be it...
ONE
TWO
TH...
KICK OUT!
After the devastating maneuver, both men are slow to get to their feet. Brock gets up a couple of seconds before Gavelon, allowing him to keep control. He goes for yet another submission, by putting Doug into the torture rack.
LD: Brock really seems to be going after Doug's back, while Gavelon seems to be trying to take out Brock's leg.
Once again, the crowd begins getting behind Gavelon's cause as he screams from pain in the submission maneuver. Brock then goes for one of his go-to-moves, by turning the submission into a spinning neckbreaker, but Doug lands on his feet. Gavelon then kicks Brock in the midsection and executes one of the most devastating Burning Hammers to date.
LD: It's all over!
FB: Gavelon's got to get a cover, though.
Both men lay on the ground, Brock pretty much out of it and Gavelon is trying to catch his breath. Finally, Gavelon slings his arm over Brock's body.
ONE
TWO
THRE...
KICK OUT!
LD: Brock kicked out!
Gavelon raises up onto his knees and runs his hands through his hair in disbelief. With Brock still on the ground, Gavelon begins climbing up the turnbuckle. He leaps off and executes Ground Zero.
LD: Now its over!
FB: Once again, Gavelon isn't able to cover him immediately after dishing out the punishment. I think he'll find that will cost him later on in the match up.
Doug once again slings his arm over Brock.
LD: ONE! TWO! THREE!
FB: Nope, Brock kicked out!
Indeed, the champion kicked out at about 2 and 15/16 of the count. Gavelon returns to his feet, now a bit frustrated. While trying to think of something that will put his opponent away, Brock returns to his feet and takes control, clubbing away at Gavelon from behind. Brock then puts Gavelon up on the top turnbuckle, with his back towards the ring.
LD: Brock is setting up for the end.
Davids goes for the Brock Bomb, but Gavelon blocks it by wrapping his legs around the top ring rope. Brock elbows Gavelon in the back until Doug releases his feet from the ropes. Then, Brock executes his finishing maneuver. Following the crucifix powerbomb, both men are out on the mat, catching their breath. Brock then begins crawling towards his opponent. This time, he goes for the pinfall and hooks Gavelon’s leg for extra leverage.
ONE
TWO
THRE...
KICK OUT!
LD: What the hell are these guys going to have to do to finish each other off?
FB: This is where Gavelon starts to have the advantage. I really don't know of too many more maneuvers Brock can do to put Gavelon away.
LD: Well, he is going to have to think of something fast because it seems as though his championship is slipping from his grasp.
Both men get up at about the same time, but Brock has the advantage as Doug gets up with his back to his opponent. Brock uses that advantage to lock in a half-nelson choke hold. Then, drops to the ground with the hold still locked and and wraps his legs around the challenger.
FB: He's engulfing "The Burning Hammer" like an anaconda here.
LD: This must've been one of those new moves Brock was saying he had learned. I think he calls this the Brock Lock.
Earlier when Gavelon was in the middle of the ring, locked in a submission hold, he had a chance to get to the rope. However, with this particular maneuver and considering the size disadvantage, he has no chance. Nate Sipes looks on from ringside with a look of worry upon his face.
FB: Gavelon is going to have to just tap out here. Unless...
LD: You don't think...
FB: It is possible.
LD: Folks it looks as though Nate Sipes is considering possibly interfering in this match up.
With the hold being on for almost a minute now, the camera is focused on the expression of "The Purist", just waiting for him to interfere, but he never does. About a minute and a half into the hold, Gavelon goes into desperation mode and begins headbutting Brock in the nose.
The repeated head butting busts open Brocks nose. Then, Brock loses grip on the hold and somehow, someway, Gavelon escapes. Both men slowly get up to their feet and battle it out. After a short battle, Gavelon hits the Reign of Fire off of the top rope and goes for the pin.
ONE
TWO
THR...
EE!
GAVELON WINS!
The bell rings and Doug returns to his feet. The ref hands gets ready to hand him the belt when Brock Davids rips it out of his hands. It appears as though Brock is going to be a poor sport when he hands Doug the belt himself and raises his arm in the air.
LD: What a show of respect by Brock Davids.
Brock then leaves the ring, leaving Gavelon, Tiffany and Nate Sipes to celebrate in the ring
Cameras fade to commercial.
COMMERCIAL - SOUTHERN DYNAMITE 18 - NOW WITH 5 MATCHES!! Line-up coming SOON!
Camera fades into the broadcast table.
LD: Welcome back again, folks, and what an amazing display by Doug Gavelon! He’s our new Natural Champ, Floyd, and he did it in impressive fashion!
FB: Winning’s only the first step, Daley. Let’s just see how long he keeps it!
LD: And speaking of keeping it, we’re going to see, coming up in mere moments, a man who has kept the Southern Heritage Title around his waist for nearly all of Razorback Championship Wrestling’s existence. Will he be able to keep it tonight against a hungry opponent in Ase?
FB: Yes.
LD: That was a rhetorical question, Floyd.
FB: Sorry….what is yes?
LD: That’s how you answer a question on Jeopardy.
FB: Listen Daley, enough with the Jedi mind tricks. I have to go get a bite to eat with my old pal Scarlett Johanssen after this, I can’t be bothered with your old men questions!
LD: Ugh…fans, one more time, let’s go to Trip Gordan, for our MAIN EVENT!!
TG: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is our main event! Scheduled for one fall, it is for the Southern Heritage championship!
The fans erupt.
"Polyamorous" by Breaking Benjamin plays and the cheers turn to immediate boos.
TG: Introducing first- the challenger,weighing in at 235 lbs and hailing from Atlantic City, NJ by way of Helsinki, Finland, ladies and gentlemen, this is Ase!
Ase is lead to the ring by Tarja as the fans erupt in boos.
FB: Ase looks ready to go to war.
LD: Ase ALWAYS looks ready to go to war, Floyd.
FB: Yeah, but I mean, he REALLY looks ready tonight.
LD: Well, he certainly better be- The Phil isn't gonna just hand him the belt.
"2001: A Shattered Odyssey" hits the PA as The Phil steps out with the Southern Heritage Title over his shoulder. The fans give off a mixed reaction.
TG: Introducing the champion- Weighing in at 284 lbs, and hailing from Oklahoma City, OK, The Southern Heritage champion- THE PHIL!
FB: The fans are reacting a little different to The Phil tonight, Daley. You think they
just hate Ase that much, or is Phil really trying to turn over a leaf?
LD: I would say he trying, Boyd, but this is The Phil, I'll believe it if I see it.
The Phil and Ase meet in the center of the ring as Butch Fitzpatrick speaks to the both of them. Phil hands the belt over to Butch, who lifts it in the air a nice pop. Butch shows the belt to all sides and removes it from the ring and finally calls for the bell.
FB: This is gonna be a GREAT match, Daley- I just don't know who to root for! These two are RCW's best!
LD: Whatever happened to fair and impartial commentating?
FB: You telling me these aren't the two best in RCW?
LD: Phil and Ase are both world-class atheletes, I'll say that.
FB: So I can tell Phil and Ase that you think they stink?
LD: I didn't say that!
During the banter, Phil and Ase have been staring each other down. Nose-to-nose, both men build the tension between them. The fans are silent, waiting for the first man to blink.
LD: This is gonna explode any minute, Boyd.
The Phil strikes first, by slapping Ase across the face. Ase's head snaps to the side, but Phil doesn't let up for Ase to strike back, The Phil instead knees Ase in the gut, and then drives a hammer forearm into Ase's neck. Phil measures Ase, and drops him with a DDT.
FB: And Phil going to the offensive early. I guess it's the best strategy against Ase.
With Ase down, Phil methodically measures a leg drop, and makes a quick pin.
1!
2!
Kick out!
LD: You aren't going to beat Ase with a leg drop.
FB: Who uses leg drops anymore? I mean, I know it might have been a big deal for somebody in the 80's, but seriously.
Phil drags Ase up onto his feet, and locks in an overhead wristlock. The Phil begins to slowly push Ase to the ground with the hold until Ase is bridged on the ground with his feet and head. Phil applies the pressure.
LD: This is smart wrestling here, Boyd. Against a guy like Ase, you HAVE to control the pace of the match. Once Ase gains momentum, it's almost impossible to stop it.
FB: Of course it's smart wrestling, The Phil didn't become the only undefeated two-time Southern Heritage title by being dumb in the ring.
LD: No, he won it once by obscenely cheating, and once by subtley cheating.
FB: That's not the way I saw it. I'd suggest you get thicker glasses, but then again, the weight might break your nose.
Ase begins to fight back, slowly, slowly pushing himself back up from the bridge. Some of the fans begin to get behind Ase, but most of them begin to boo.
LD: And Look at the strength of Ase to push himself up like that!
Just as Ase reaches a vertical position, Phil yanks him forward, then backward, slamming Ase's head down into the mat. Phil gets a mixed reaction for the move as well, with more fans cheering him than booing.
FB: And what a smart use of leverage by The Phil.
LD: Are you getting that the fans really don't know who they want to win this match?
FB: These rednecks are idiots, they never know what they want. Why do you think they kept voting for Bush, then crying about him being President.
As Ase regains his feet, Phil pushes him back into the ropes and fires him off with an Irish whip. Phil leapfrogs over Ase, and when Ase bounces back, Phil catches him.
LD: What a snap powerslam!
FB: PHil hooks the leg!
1!
2!
Kick out!
Phil covers Ase again.
1!
2!
Kick Out!
and again
1!
2!
Kick out!
And one more time.
1!
2!
This time Ase wraps his arms around Phil's neck and leg, and rolls him over into a small package
1!
2!
Kick out!
FB: That's a lot to keep up with, but I think Butch made a couple slow counts there.
Both men scramble to their feet, and Phil nails Ase with a strong clothesline, turning Ase inside out before he lands on his back.
LD: Tarja is livid on the outside, Boyd. Ase just can't seem to get any offense.
FB: I'd be angry too.
As Ase struggles to his feet, Phil locks in a side headlock. Ase goes to the ropes, and
tries to whip Phil off, but Phil digs in deep and drags Ase with him. Ase punches PHil a few times in the kidneys, but Phil merely drives deeper with the headlock, refusing to let go.
FB: Ase better figure something out, and quick, Daley. Phil seems to have his number here.
Ase tries to lift Phil for a belly to back suplex, but Phil overpowers Ase, and lands
safely on his feet with the headlock still applied. Ase tries again, but this time uses
Phil's momentum against him, and when Phil hits the ground Ase shoves, driving Phil
chest-first into the turnbuckle. Ase follows immediately with a standing buzzsaw kick to the back of Phil's head, dropping him to his knees, Ase comes back around with a second buzzsaw kick to the back of Phil's head, this time with much more force.
FB: WOAH!
LD: Did you hear that? It sounded like a gun going off!
Ase strikes onto the attack with a series of knee drops to the back of Phil's neck. Phil rolls out of the ring to avoid contact after the third knee drop.
FB: Smart move, smart move. That breaks Ase's momentum right there.
Ase stalks after PHil, not letting him back into the ring. Finally Butch Fitzpatrick
repremands Ase. As Phil climbs up to the apron, Tarja appears and yanks his foot, dropping him face-first onto the apron. The fans boo loudly as Ase takes advantage, baseball sliding into Phil's face and driving him against the guardrail.
LD: And as always, Tarja and Ase resort to the numbers game.
FB: Hey, if it gets the job done.
LD: It's cheating!
FB: So is calling that thing your wearing a tie, but I don't call you out on it.
LD: Yes you do! Three times a show!
On the outside of the ring, Ase lifts Phil up and drops him throat first against the
guardrail. Ase drags PHil over to the stairs, and slams his face into the steps. Ase
finally rolls Phil back into the ring.
LD: Looks like Ase is gonna take a risk here.
Ase climbs up to the top turnbuckle, facing away from Phil. After looking back to check Phil's position, Ase leaps into a blind double corkscrew moonsault.
FB: Beautiful! What a display of atheletism.
LD: Ase hooks the leg.
1!
2!
Strong kick out.
FB: The Phil is far from finshed! This is a great match.
LD: Lots of near falls, and both men are giving everything they have.
FB: Yeah, but in the end, who wants that belt more?
Ase stalks over Phil as he gets to his hands and knees. Ase with a fast move, locks Phil in a variation of a triangle choke, combining it with a hammerlock.
FB: Now that is something no human body should go through.
LD: Ase has Phil in the middle of the ring, folks, and since I've never seen this move
before, I've got to think Phil doesn't know how to break it.
PHil tries rolling to both sides, but Ase is seated on his back with his leg around his
neck and his other leg hooking Phil's behind is back. Phil tries in desperating to reach
out with his free arm and punch Ase, but Ase grabs his arms and hooks it into an armbar.
FB: Ase showing his ingenuity with submission here, and Phil looks to be fading now.
Phil's legs kick out slower and slower, and finally cease. Butch Fitzpatrick goes to check an arm, but Ase has both arms locked up. Butch, not knowing what else to do, checks Phil's leg.
One drop!
LD: Well, this is definitely a break from the ordinary.
Two drops!
FB: Come on, Phil, you gotta have something left in you.
Three- no!
Phil holds his leg in the air for a second, then drives it down hard. Phil forces his arm out of the armbar, and gets his knees underneath him. Phil, using his hand and knees, pushes forward with inhuman strength, causing Ase to lose his balance and drop face first onto the mat. Phil leans back against the ropes, holding his throat and favoring his shoulder.
LD: Phil got out of the hold, but he's got to capitalize here.
Ase gets to his feet as Phil uses the ropes to get to his. Ase fires Phil off the ropes,
and drops down, forcing Phil to jump over him. Ase goes for a leapfrog, but Phil stops dead, and drives a knee into Ase's gut on the way down, and follows immediately with a heart punch.
LD: Phil calls that Welcome to Hell, and I'm sure Ase feels that way right now.
Phil hooks both legs for a pin.
1!
2!
Ase rolls up a shoulder!
LD: So close. Phil almost put Ase away there.
Phil slaps the mat in frustration, but quickly gets to his feet. As Ase gains his feet,
Phil drops him back down with a swinging neckbreaker.
FB: Phil is calling for the end here!
Phil picks up Ase, and lifts him up for the Zero Hero. Phil holds Ase up, but Ase rakes the eyes of Phil, and drops behind him. Phil turns to Ase, and gets a full side crescent kick to the face.
LD: Back and forth, back and forth, these guys just can't seem to keep the momentum on their side.
Ase drags Phil over to the turnbuckle, and lays him out. Ase stomps Phil in the head a few times for good measure. Ase grabs the top rope, and lifts himself up into a full handstand in the corner. Ase springs out, corkscrews and flips around, dropping onto Phil with a leg drop.
FB: Black Ice!
LD: And Ase hooks the leg.
1!
2!
Thr- Phil rolls a shoulder!
Ase slams the mat three times while Tarja on the outside argues and slow count.
LD: Now isn't the time to lose your cool.
FB: They've got a point, Butch is getting slow in his old age. Where's that other kid,
Cole or Colt or whatever?
Phil tries to get to his feet, but Ase rolls him up in a Mahistrohl Cradle.
1!
2!
Kick out!
FB: And Ase can't seem to keep Phil down.
Ase begins to climb the ropes again as Phil struggles to his feet. Ase makes it to the top rope, and Phil hits the ropes, making Ase crotch himself on the turnbuckle.
FB: Yeesh! That's no fun.
LD: Sounds like your speaking from experience.
FB: Only from what I heard of the guys I did that to.
Phil climbs up the turnbuckle with Ase, and lifts him up and brings him all the way down with a superplex!
LD: A devastating superplex that leaves both men down.
FB: Smart and great move by Phil, but he HAS to capitalize.
Phil slowly, slowly rolls himself over, draping a hand on Ase's chest.
1!
2!
NO!
LD: And those few seconds it took for Phil to make the cover just cost him.
FB: Yes, like my good friend Confusious once said "He who hesitates is lost."
LD: Confusious is a long dead Asain, and I'm pretty sure he didn't say that.
Both men slowly get to their feet, and Ase charges Phil, who nails Ase with a sweeping chokeslam!
FB: Phil! You've got him, make the cover!
Phil makes a gesture signaling the end, and lifts Ase up. Phil holds Ase up for several seconds before driving him down with the Zero Hour!
LD: The Zero Hour! That's Phil coup de grace! It's all over, it's all over!
The Phil makes a deliberate cover, hooking the near leg.
1!
2!
Tarja puts Ase's far leg on the rope.
3!
FB: Phil did it, I knew he'd win all along!
LD: No, wait, wait! Ase's foot was on the rope.
The Phil stands and argues with the referee, while near the ropes Tarja slips something into Ase's hand.
LD: Hey, what was that?
FB: I didn't see anything.
Butch sees Tarja on the ring apron, and tries to get her to the floor. The Phil begins to pick up Ase. With Butch's back turned, Ase unleashes a handful of salt into Phil's eyes.
FB: And now The Phil doesn't see anything.
With Phil reeling from the salt, Ase bounces off the ropes and hits the Killotus!
FB: Ase's got the cover!
Butch turns around and sees the cover.
1!
2!
THREE- NO!
FB: And Phil got a shoulder up!
LD: Do you hear these fans, Boyd? The roof is about to come off of this place!
FB: WHAT?!
LD: I SAID- Nevermind.
FB: WHAT?!
Ase sits back in shock that Phil kicked out. Ase measures Phil for another Killotus, but Phil steps back, and Ase twists in the air, but catches himself and lands on his feet... right into The Aftermath!
FB: Phil's got it! He's got it!
1!
2!
THREE-NO!
LD: Ase got a shoulder up! And Phil has to be thinking what he needs to do to stop this monster.
Phil picks up Ase, and whips him into the corner. Phil then whips Ase to the opposite
corner and follows with a charge. Ase hits the corner and climbs to the top, performing a blind moonsault over Phil, but Ase catches him coming down, and drops to the canvas with Phil in the Kaulus.
LD: The Kaulus out of nowhere! Literaly out of nowhere!
FB: Phil can't reach the ropes. Is he gonna tap?
The Phil fights the hold, bucking wildly and trying to roll onto Ase, but Ase cintches in the hold even tighter. Phil's struggles quickly cease, and Butch checks the arm.
ONE!
TWO!
Butch drops Phil's arm a third time, and Phil tries to hold it up, but the arm drops
slowly.
THREE!
LD: Ase did it! Ase is the new Southern Heritage champion!
FB: I knew he'd do it, I said it all along.
TG: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match by choke-out via the Kaulus... and NEW SOUTHERN HERITAGE CHAMPION, ASE!
"Polyamorous" plays as Butch hands the belt to Ase, who sits on his knees looking down at it. Tarja climbs into the ring, placing the collar on Ase's neck. She reaches down to take the title away, but Ase doesn't let go. She tries again, and Ase's head snaps up to meet her eyes, hatred and rage burning in them.
LD: I think Tarja's power over Ase might have reached a limit.
Tarja reaches back, and slaps Ase across the face to a round of "oohhhs" by the fans. Ase doesn't move his head from where it snapped to from the slap. Tarja again reaches for the title, but this time Ase's hand shoots out and closes around Tarja's throat.
LD: This looks like it's going to get ugly.
Ase climbs to his feet while keeping his hand around Tarja's throat. Panic and fear creep into Tarja's eyes as Ase brings his face to hers. Ase begins to speak into Tarja's ear.
LD: Man, I wish I could hear this conversation.
But, just as suddenly, Ase shakes his head as if clearing cobwebs out of it, and releases Tarja, the hatred and rage that burned so brightly a second ago replaced by the dead eyes of the weapon. Both stand staring at each other for a long second before Tarja timidly grabs the title belt, which this time Ase releases immediately.
LD: What exactly just happened there, Boyd?
FB: Well, I'm going to go out on a limb and say Ase had one, but it flew over the cuckoo's nest. I'd say since you are insane, at least from your wardrobe choice, this is your department.
LD: Well, the bottom line is- Ase is our new Southern Heritage champion. And how about that, fans?! Ase becoming only the second man to lay claim to the Southern Heritage Championship! We’ve had an amazing night here, folks. For Floyd Boyd, this is Lester Daley, saying see ya next week, at Southern Dynamite!
Cameras fade.
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