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| Revolution 03; FINALLY! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 31 2013, 01:08 PM (422 Views) | |
| texanspaniard | May 31 2013, 01:08 PM Post #1 |
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[Scene opens to backstage at the Dow Event Center where we see New Wave Pro Wrestling star Dan Flores laying on the floor, grimacing in pain while officials and medics tend to him! A chubby caucasian man in his mid thirties with long thinning brown hair kept in a ponytail wearing ugly glasses, a black "NWPW" t-shirt on with an old looking gray suit jacket over it, baggy blue jeans and blue converse sneakers appears in front of the scene holding a microphone and with a nervous look on his face.] Man: Hello everyone, my name is Walt Garrison and I will be the reporter for tonight's show and as you can see.. [Walt steps aside so we can once again focus on the aching Dan Flores being attended to.] WG: Things have kicked off before the show has even started here on New Wave Pro Wrestling Revolution! Dan Flores was jumped from behind by Tunney Family member Felix Audiet as Flores was walking into the building! Audiet attacked him from behind and apparently used some kind of weapon on Flores' knee! "Lockdown" ran off as officials hit the scene but the word going around is that Audiet will face a fine and is now off of the show tonight! No one is sure if he has left the building or not but one thing is for certain... [Walt steps back into view.] WG: Dan Flores will NOT be making his scheduled appearance on the Bro-Down tonight! Masked Maniac is scrambling to get a replacement guest so we will have more on that as we learn about it! That's the big news back here and now let's kick off NWPW's Revolution! [The camera pans over to Flores and his pained expression before cutting away to a studio shot of a wrestling ring set up w/ New Wave Pro Wrestling logos on the ring apron. Rock N Roll Worship Circus' "New Wave Revolution" song plays as we watch shadowy figures of wrestlers duking it out inside the ring until pyro goes off behind them and a CGI explosion covers the screen and segues to the opening show graphic..] Fantastic Fight Network Presents... ![]() [Taped @ Dow Event Center, Saginaw, MI] [We cut to inside the the Dow Event Center at Saginaw, Michigan and we see a packed sold out crowd cheering their hearts out! We cut to the announce table where Charles "Chuck" Morgan and Roy Harper are standing by with surprised looks on their faces.] CM: Hello everyone and welcome to New Wave Pro Wrestling REVOLUTION! I'm Charles Morgan! RH: Look at him trying to stop the use of "Chuck"! He's Chuck Morgan and I'm THE MAN.. Roy Harper! [Chuck rolls his eyes.] CM: Whatever, folks what a start to the show tonight! Dan Flores was scheduled to be on Masked Maniac's show "The Bro-Down" but has been jumped from behind by Felix Audiet as he entered the building and now not only will Flores not be on the Bro-Down but Audiet has been fined and taken off the show tonight! RH: That's a travesty, Chuck! A six man tag team match was scheduled for tonight to showcase the splendor and MAGNIFICANCE of The Tunney Family and now because Dan Flores is a crybaby everyone is deprived of the full experience we were PROMISED! CM: There are consequences for actions in life, Roy! Audiet and the Tunney Family will have to accept that and so will you. RH: TRAVESTY OF JUSTICE! CM: *sighs* We don't know yet who will be replacing Flores in the Bro-Down tonight but we do know that we will be seeing Jerry "Double Wide" Calhoun in action tonight as well as Sinister and Darkness! RH: Don't forget, Chuck, that "Perfect Gentleman" Edgar Caspian will be in action also, to bring some class and respect to this program! CM: Jackson Tolliver has demanded a rematch against "Bling King" Benny King tonight as well and we can't forget our HUGE tag team main event! "Rowdy" Jon Rawlins teams with "Dragon Spirit" Caden Santos to take on Tiger Soul and "Pacific Perfection" Keoni Tanaka! RH: I just hope someone bops that punk Rawlins right in the jaw HARD! That is one stick his nose in where it doesn't belong kid that is cruising for a bruising! CM: That was one of the worst lines you've said in the short run of this show, Roy. RH: You're just jealous! CM: Right now we're going backstage where Walt Garrison is standing by with Jerry Calhoun! [The camera cuts to a shot of a chubby man with thinning hair pulled back tightly into the world's lamest ponytail, wearing what looks like his Dad's old grey suit jacket over a black NWPW t-shirt. Standing in front of the now familiar NWPW banner tacked up on the wall behind him, the dweeb grins with total excitement as he looks into the camera's lens and speaks.] Walt Garrison: Ladies and Gentlemen, please join me in welcoming Jerry "Double Wide" Calhoun! [Cheers can be heard coming from the arena as the massive form of Jerry Calhoun saunters into the shot, forcing the camera man to enlarge the frame to get most of the giant Southerner into view. Jerry tugs at the brim of his trucker's cap and smiles broadly into the camera before looking down at Walt.] Jerry Calhoun: How ya' doin' tonight, Wally? Walt Garrison: I'm fine, Double Wide! Umm... it is ok if I call you Double Wide, isn't it? Jerry Calhoun: You can call me Double Wide, you can call me DW, you can call me Jerry... It don't matter none to me so long as you don't call me late for supper! [Calhoun smiles at his own joke as Walt laughs like it's the funniest thing he's ever heard in his life, causing Jerry to give him a strange look. Walt abruptly stops laughing as he enters "serious interview mode."] Walt Garrison: Jerry Calhoun, on the last Revolution, it seemed that you had some issues with "The Perfect Gentlemen" Edgar Caspian. Would you care to comment on that for us? Jerry Calhoun: Well, if you're talkin' about me eatin' all his pies, I do suppose that was a bit greedy on my part. But whenever I see food, or a pretty girl, I have a hard time controllin' myself, you know what I mean? Speakin' of pretty girls, I sure would like to apologize to Miss Crystal for accidentally smooshing that pie in her face. My grandma Calhoun always said that it was a sin to cover up something beautiful the good lord made, and I reckon coverin' up that face of hers with that pie would count in that respect. Of course, that wouldn't have happened if Eddy hadn't of pulled a woman in front of him to save his own cowardly skin. It's bad enough that he'd do that, but then he wouldn't even give me a chance to apologize to her properly. That just seems downright rude to me. Walt Garrison: If you think that's rude, then what about what happened later in the night at the end of your main event match against Caspian and Keoni Tanaka? That was a pretty despicable thing he did! Jerry Calhoun: Look at me, Wally. [Walt looks Double Wide over as he was bid to do.] Jerry Calhoun: I'm a big man. I was a big baby, and as I grew I was a big boy. You really think Edgar Caspian is the first feller that thought he was clever to call me a pig? You think he'll be the last? I've heard 'em all, Wally. If he thinks he can get me riled by writing "pig" on my forehead, well, he'll just have to go on bein' disappointed. But if he's dumb enough to think that he can't get me riled up, he's a whole lot stupider than he looks, and from where I sit, he looks pretty stupid, already. Eddy, I like to have fun. I come out here to have a good time, entertain folks, and maybe meet me a pretty gal or two. But don't think for one minute that because I like to have a good time, I won't settle a score. In fact, the way I see it, I already have me a score that needs to be settled, and I guarantee that I will settle it _tonight_. Now, if you'll excuse me, Wally... [Calhoun tips his trucker cap to Garrison, and lumbers off crossing over in front of him as he goes. We cut back to a shot of the ring.] CM: Calhoun sounds fired up tonight and if I was Caspian I would be looking out because Jerry seems to have intentions to settle the score! RH: If I was Caspian I would make sure Miss Crystal stayed back at the hotel tonight because I wouldn't leave a beautiful woman like her around with a woman abusing bully like Jerry Calhoun! CM: That is outrageous and incorrect, Roy, and you best hope he didn't hear you because his match is up next! RH: What?! I mean.. HE HAS A VERY GOOD APPETITE! AIEEEEEEEEEE! *********************************** Jerry "Double Wide" Calhoun [6'4", 462lbs] vs Oscar De La Red [5'7", 175lbs] ************************************ [Jerry Calhoun got a HUGE POP as he walked out to the ring. His oppponent, a very nervous and small Oscar De La Red, fidgeted in a corner while wiping his sweaty forehead. As the match got started De La Red tried to catch Calhoun by surprise with a dropkick but Jerry sidestepped it and decked Oscar with a BIG right hand! Double Wide sent Oscar into the ropes and caught the little man with a MONSTROUS Belly to Belly Slam, turning Oscar into a pancake! Calhoun pulled his opponent up and whipped him into a corner, fans got excited anticipating the STONE MOUNTAIN AVALANCHE.. But instead Jerry walked over and leaned his back against poor Oscar! Calhoun grabbed the ropes and leaned in with all his weight trapping De La Red who was flailing about madly in a vain attempt to escape! Calhoun just grinned, holding poor Oscar there, until the referee put a count on him and forced him to free De La Red who stumbled out of the corner and down to the canvas! Jerry helped Oscar to his feet but the little man asked for a time out as he caught his breath. Jerry grinned then scooped up Oscar, walked over to the corner and set De La Red down onto the top turnbuckle in a seated position and then grinned at the small man and MUSSED HIS HAIR before walking away which drew BIG LAUGHS from the fans! Oscar felt chagrined at everyone laughing at him so he stood up and as Calhoun turned out he leaped off the top with a HIGH CROSS BODYPRESS.. And Double Wide EASILY caught him! Oscar pleaded for mercy, Calhoun looked at the fans who seemed to indicate NOT to give mercy so Jerry grinned and hit a RUNNING POWERSLAM! Double Wide then ran off the ropes and caused fans to LEAP OUT OF THEIR SEATS as he hit the BUFFET DROP! The 1, 2, 3 followed!] W: Jerry Calhoun CM: What an impressive win by Jerry Calhoun here tonight! RH: Impressive?! He destroyed someone who looks like a starving teenager! CM: Oscar De La Red has proved to be quite wily at times but he was no match for Calhoun tonight and one has to imagine that Edgar Caspian saw that display as a warning for what is to come for him for his crimes against Calhoun! RH: What about Jerry's crimes against Miss- CM: He did not put that pie on Miss Crystal on purpose, Roy! That was all Caspian's doing! RH: How can you live with yourself and the lies you spread, Chuck?! CM: *sighs* Folks I understand that Walt is backstage with Jackson Tolliver, let's go to them! [Backstage, Walt Garrison stands ready with mic in hand. The now-famous NWPW banner is in view.] WG: I'm backstage right now with someone who has a lot on his mind after a rather rough showing last week. Here he is, NWPW's newest acquisition, Jackson Tolliver. [Tolliver walks up, still looking a bit weary from last week's beating.] WG: Jackson, you had a rather unsuccessful showing at least week's show. You still look like you're showing the signs of the beating at the hands of 'Bling King' Benny King. What are your thoughts as you go out to face King again tonight? [Tolliver grabs the mic.] Tolliver: This was MY choosing! I demanded another match against Benny King! He made me look like a fool last week and all because he was too cheap to fight a solid, true match. He had to use cheap shots to take me down and make me look terrible. I'm not sitting back and letting this happen! I WILL defeat Benny King and I WILL take that Bling away from him, just to show it can be done! [Tolliver storms off as Walt looks back to the camera.] WG: Back to you gents. [We cut back to inside the ring where we see Earl Neville dressed in a blue t-shirt that says "Blood Donor" on it and white trunks & boots while holding a bottle of orange juice and a small bag of cookies standing next to Dr. Groovetown who is dancing around.] CM: Tolliver sounds too fired up! He is letting his emotions get the better of him! RH: For once you are right Chuck and... [Roy stops.] CM: .. What's up? RH: I... I can't ignore this, Chuck. What the HECK is Neville's gimmick tonight?! CM: Ah.. My papers say he is listed as "Blood Donor" Earl Neville tonight. RH: .... REALLY?! Are you serious?! CM: Cheer up, Roy. Your favorites are coming up. RH: If they DESTROY Earl Neville tonight then it doesn't matter WHO comes out, they will be my favorites! ******************************************************* The Tunney Family Chono Kajomi & Edward Marley [6'5", 247lbs] [6'6", 250lbs] vs "Blood Donor" Earl Neville & Dr. Groovetown [5'10", 220lb] [6'2", 240lbs] ******************************************************* [As the Tunney Family made their way to the ring, greeted by DEAFENING BOOS, James Tunney ranted and raved about the crimes NWPW had done towards Felix Audiet tonight while Marley gave evil looks at fans holding Sinister signs. Kajomi was very quiet but he proved not to be a fan of signs either as he saw a kid with a sign they had made in support of Darkness, the masked grappler, then lashed out and snatched the sign out of the kid's hands and then TORE THE SIGN APART throwing the pieces on the floor before walking on leaving behind a very upset kid!] CM: That was so not cool what Kajomi just did to that poor kid's sign! RH: I bet that kid will learn to have better tastes from that experience Chuck! [The match started with Marley in against Neville. "Sidewinder" looked at Earl with a look of ridicule at the "Blood Donor" gimmick then asked for a sip of Neville's orange juice. Neville thought one of the stars was trying to hang out with him so he began for his corner to fetch his bottle of orange juice but it was all a ploy as Marley attacked him from behind and began wasting Earl with knees to the midsection followed by a Russian Legsweep. Marley dragged Neville over to the Tunney Family corner and tagged in Kajomi who grabbed Earl by his hair and SLAMMED his face against the turnbuckles, then charged across the ring dragging Neville with him and slammed his face into the turnbuckles in Earl's corner! As "Blood Donor" rolled around holding his face Kajomi looked at Dr. Groovetown and then BLASTED him with a STIFF elbow smash sending the funky one down to the floor outside! Chono then yanked Neville up and lifted him up over his head in a GORILLA PRESS and marched around the ring for about ten seconds before dumping Earl onto the canvas. Chono then tags in Marley while Tunney goes up to the camera and rants some more about the crimes NWPW have committed against the Tunney Family tonight.] CM: James Tunney is very worked up tonight! RH: With good reason! Thankfully for all good hearted people the world over "Blood Donor" Earl Neville is paying for the sins NWPW have committed! [In the ring Marley hits a Swinging Neckbreaker on Neville and then a Vercial Suplex. Dr. Groovetown climbs back onto the ring apron rubbing his aching face and "Sidewinder" runs over and nails his DEVASTATING LEFT UPPERCUT on the unsuspecting funky grappler and Groovetown drops to the floor like a BAG O' BRICKS! The referee admonishes Marley for that which then draws the fire of Tunney who is all over the ref and ranting about a NWPW conspiracy against the Tunney Family! Meanwhile Marley tags Kajomi back in who whips Neville into the ropes and goes for a LARIAT.. But Earl ducks and bounces off the ropes and goes for a running CROSS BODY PRESS.. But Kajomi catches him and hits a SNAP FALLAWAY SLAM! Tunney calls out for Chono to "Finish" Neville and Marley gives a thumb acros the throat gesture to his partner. The Japanese Playboy nods and then pulls up Earl and sets him up for... SAPPHIRE BUSTER! It's over, 1, 2, 3!] W: Tunney Family RH: YES! Take that "Blood Donor" Earl Neville! THANK YOU TUNNEY FAMILY! CM: A very impressive win for the Tunney Family.. RH: Blighted by the Orwellian tactics of New Wave Pro Wrestling! CM: Roy! First off your accusations are way offbase and secondly.. You are talking about our employers. RH: OH! I meant ah... The lovely people who provide entertainment for all! CM: Exactly and we would like to remind everyone that coming up in the month of July will be New Wave Pro Wrestling's very first Pay Per View event, "A Night Like This", where a Rumble will decide the very first New Wave Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion! RH: Mark my words and put my money down for one of the Tunney Family to be the first NWPW Champion, Chuck! CM: It very well could be or it could be potentially ANYONE on the roster including a man who I'm told is backstage with Walt Garrison. Let's hear from Sinister! [The scene fades in to the very familiar backstage set of New Wave Pro Wrestling. As usual there are two chairs setup in front of the New Wave backdrop and sitting in the chair to the left is Walt Garrison. He is wearing a black t-shirt with the “NWPW” logo on it, baggy blue jeans, blue converse sneakers and an old looking gray suit jacket over the t-shirt. His long thinning brown hair is in a ponytail, his non-fashionable looking glasses protrude on his face and he is fairly chubby] WG: Hello ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining me for this interview. My next guest needs no introduction as he has already been involved in some controversy in New Wave, plus he is very recognizable amongst many talented men. It’s my distinct pleasure to introduce to you…Sinister! [Sinister strides onto the set wearing a pair of dark-purple shoes with pants that match, along with a black short-sleeved shirt with “SIN DAWG” written in light-green letters. He shakes Walt’s hand and has a seat] Sin: Hello Walt, pleasure to meet you. WG: It’s my pleasure Sinister, and if I may? Sin: Certainly. WG: You look kind of like Morpheus from “The Matrix” with those colors. That’s freakin’ awesome! Sin: Well thanks Walt and yes, actually I was hinting towards Morpheus in “The Matrix” because I like that movie series a lot. WG: [Adjusts his glasses] Sinister, you’ve been down a long road that has covered a lot of federations. I think you really set your mark in the business when you became a member of the Reign of Terror some years ago in a federation that no longer exists, thus I will not name it nor comment about it. Do you agree? Sin: They told me about you Walt and you’ve done your homework, I can tell. The…”initiation”, if you will, into the Reign of Terror…[he glides his right index finger along the prominent scar on the right side of his face] definitely showed me the level of aggression, focus, and attention to detail I needed to make it in this business. Size alone means nothing if one doesn’t possess the ability to use that size. WG: I agree completely. Since you are a devoted practitioner of Jeet Kune Do, along with Hapkido, Aikido, Muay Thai Kickboxing, and obviously wrestling, you have shown that you’ve learned how to utilize your size. Sin: Very impressive Walt. [Walt smiles widely and pulls lightly on his ponytail] Yes, my practice and study of various martial arts as you have so aptly named have assisted me greatly. However, as is the case quite often in life, the best teacher is actual experience. Training with weights, boxing equipment, and so forth has its benefits, but training supplies can’t fully mimic human reaction or movement. WG: Like the immortal Bruce Lee said, “Boards don’t hit back”. Sin: Bruce is the man Walt! WG: Sinister, you’ve already had run-ins with the Tunney Family. Where do you think that will lead? Sin: It will lead down a path of pain, Walt. The question is: How much pain will I be able to endure, and how much pain will Tunney’s lackey’s be able to endure? The man who is able to push himself past his breaking point shall overcome the odds. You better believe I’m ready to push those limits Walt! WG: [Adjusts his glasses again] You recently overcome a, pardon the pun, very big challenge in the form of Da’ Big Man. Was that a difficult match? Sin: Whenever I face anyone who outweighs me by seventy pounds or so, it’s always tough because that doesn’t happen too often. I’m not exactly a small man Walt, but be that as it may, challenges arise in numerous shapes and sizes. The intensity and method of carrying out my strategy for any match remains constant. I admit it was a bit of a struggle to get Da’ Big Man into position for the Chi-Town Massacre, but I like the challenge. WG: Out of curiosity Sinister, do you think you could lift Jerry “Double Wide” Calhoun up for the Chi-Town Massacre? Sin: [Exhaling loudly with raised eyebrows] Now that would be a tall order Walt. Mr. Calhoun is a very large man and tougher than people give him credit for. I honestly don’t know if I’d be able to manage that and honestly, I don’t think I’d even try. I never back down from a challenge…but I’m not an idiot either…[chuckles slightly] most of the time. WG: Recently, a man who was your tag team partner for the first match of your New Wave career, Caden Santos, was attacked by “Pacific Perfection” Keoni Tanaka. Have you spoken with Caden and what are your thoughts? Sin: Allow me to clarify, Walt, that Caden was blindsided, something I know about quite well. I’m very sick and tired of the cheap shots happening around here Walt, and for Tanaka to dance after the blindside attack? That’s just plain stupid and there will be a price to pay! Caden is all right though understandably pissed. Tanaka may have bitten off more than he can chew. WG: Mr. Tunney recently said the men he manages are men of action and you, Sinister, would find it difficult to, and I quote, “…then he’s going to find out just how hard it is to strut around with two broken knees”, end quote. Sinister, how do you feel about Mr. Tunney’s comments? Sin: [obviously perturbed] Yes, I heard what Mr. Tunney had to say about the pride he takes in the actions of Audiet, Marley and Kajomi and if someone is powerful, they need to say they are. Allow me to enlighten you, Mr. Tunney, that I’m also a man of action and there has been no point in time when I’ve brazenly said that I’ll be the best wrestler in New Wave. [He extends his right index finger] Sin: However, I did say that I’ll strive to be the best big man in this federation because I’ve been the target of numerous blind attacks, be they with or without weapons, and I’ve suffered many losses due to cheating, plain and simple. I’m not a man who whines about it Mr. Tunney. No, I’m a man who DOES something about it. If you honestly think that YOU or any or your lackeys will just unleash their actions in this federation without consequence, then YOU are sadly mistaken! WG: Last question Sinister. What do you expect will occur in the next few weeks in New Wave Pro Wrestling? Sin: One word Walt: Chaos! There are far too many underhanded tactics occurring around these parts and they will be put to a stop, I guarantee it, and there will be chaos ensuing soon enough. WG: Thank you for your time Sinister, I very much appreciate it. Sin: My pleasure Walt. Keep up the great work, especially with the in-depth research. [We cut back to the ring where we see a very hairy large man with a long beard and long brown hair dressed in a brown singlet with brown boots and snarling at fans at ringside while he stomps around the ring.] RH: I don't know what is harder to swallow, the tripe Sinister is feeding us or this.. This.. Whatever it is in the ring! CM: That is Muddy Maurice in the ring... RH: MUDDY MAURICE?!! Where does NWPW find these guys?! CM: And Sinister had a lot of very insightful things to say about not just the going ons between him and the Tunney Family but about a lot of other things happening here in New Wave Pro Wrestling. RH: He is sticking his nose in places they shouldn't be and the Tunney Family has warned him that doom is coming for him. He would do well to heed those warnings, Chuck! CM: Well you can tell him that yourself as he's coming out for action now! ******************************* Sinister [6'11", 280lbs] vs Muddy Maurice [6'4", 300lbs] ******************************* [The fans in the Dow Event Center LOST THEIR MINDS going NUTS giving a GIANT POP as Sinister made his way towards the ring until...] CM: OH MY GOODNESS! RH: YES! [From behind "Sidewinder" Edward Marley charges from behind and hits a tackling chop block on Sinister's left knee! The big man from Chicago falls down on the entrance ramp and attempts to get to his feet only to have his head SMASHED into the guard railing nearby via a running Knee Lift from Marley!] [MASSIVE BOOS] CM: This is horrible! Sinister hasn't even made it to the ring! What is Marley doing?! RH: I bet Mr. Tunney and him heard Sinister spewing that junk with Walt and well.. This is what happens when you talk trash you can't back up! [Sinister grabs his head from the blow against the guard railing while struggling to his feet, all the while Marley yelling "encouragements" for the big man to get to his feet with a sinister grin! As the big man, dazed and stunned, gets to his feet Marley leaps on him and...] [YOWZA DANG POP] CM: SNAKEBITE! Marley just hit that Rolling Cutter finisher of his on Sinister right onto the hard entrance ramp! RH: Say goodnight to the big doofus, Chuck! If he didn't learn from our first episode he will certainly have learned tonight.. Don't talk smack about the Tunney Family! [As fans BOO THEIR HEARTS OUT Marley stands over the downed Sinister with an evil smirk on his face and chuckling as officials come flooding out to the scene. James Tunney comes running out as well and motions for Marley to get the heck out of dodge. The Sidewinder nods with a laugh and takes off to the back with Tunney while officials check on Sinister.] CM: Unbelievable! The Tunney Family is running rampant tonight! Felix Audiet attacked Dan Flores before the show even got started and now Marley has jumped Sinister from behind! I imagine more fines will be handed out now as well. RH: Pssh! You think fines are going to bother the Tunney Family? They have the money, Chuck! They can handle the fines easy. Can the rest of New Wave Pro Wrestling, though, handle what they are dishing out? The evidence is saying NO! CM: This is awful! RH: Does this mean Muddy Maurice wins the match? CM: The match never had a chance to get started so I would say that it is listed as postponed. RH: So you mean sometime in the future I will still have to see Sinister take on this Muddy Maurice guy? CM: All things are possible. RH: My God has forsaken me! CM: While all this is cleared up I understand that "Rowdy" Jon Rawlins is backstage with comments about tonight's main event, let's go to him! [We cut to backstage, where we find one "Rowdy" Jon Rawlins pacing back and forth down the hall. And to say the young man is unhappy would be an understatement. So caught up in his pacing, Jon actually seems to not notice the cameraman and nearly knocks into him on his second pass. A spark of anger flashes in the rookie's eyes as he reflexively raises his gloved fist to strike...] "R"JR: YOU F--! [The words die in the rookie's throat. Immediately, the Rowdy One realizes there are no enemies nearby. Letting his arm drop, Jon takes a step back and lets out a ragged breath. He nods apologetically to the cameraman.] Whoa! Uh, yeah...um, sorry. I...I didn't see you. [Rawlins runs a quick hand through his curly red hair as he takes a moment to compose himself, then grimaces.] "R"JR: I wanted to see for myself what kind of a man you REALLY were last Revolution, Tiger Soul! I wanted to see if you had any ACTUAL shred of honor you claim you possess! [Jon shakes his head, looking utterly disgusted] Well, I saw it all right...I saw nothing but a damn dirty COWARD! All _I_ did was scout you out, but YOU--! You thought you could take me down, but all you did was prove to the New Wave Pro fans just how much of a gutless, spineless masked tool you really are! [The Rowdy One's hands clench and unclench into fists by his sides. He shakes his head again, growing more and more agitated with each passing second.] "R"JR: Tony the Tiger, tonight you're gonna need more than Frosted Flakes to back you up 'cause when I get my hands on you, you're gonna know why it's a big mistake to mess with the Rowdy One! [Jon grits his teeth. Then his eyes suddenly go widen, remembering.] Yeah! Yeah, and don't think I forgot about you either, Tanaka! You're due for some payback too -- ROWDY STYLE! [Rawlins is back to bouncing on his heels, shadowboxing now towards the camera. A grin finally starts to form on his face as his confidence grows.] "R"JR: Tonight, me and Caden Santos get to cream you two bozos and the New Wave Pro fans get to see what REAL honor is! [He thrusts his gloved fist into the air.] WHOA YEAH! [We cut to the ring where we see a short man with very curly red hair and very rosy complexion dressed like a Leprechaun! He's jumping up and down while air boxing.] RH: It's bad enough we have to hear the snot nosed remarks of that punk Rawlins but now to have ANOTHER leprechaun dude?! REALLY?!! CM: (ignoring Roy) Rawlins seems very angry at Tiger Soul and the bad blood building between those two along with the bad blood between Santos and Tanaka is going to make the main event very explosive! RH: What threatens to be explosive is the projectile vomit coming from me over some of these gimmicks we're seeing in the enhancement talent! CM: On that ominous note let's head to the ring! **************************************** "Perfect Gentleman" Edgar Caspian [6'1", 215lbs] vs Patrick The Leprechaun [4'11", 155lbs] **************************************** [Edgar Caspian walks out to the ring with Miss Crystal in tow. Many fans seem very fond of Miss Crystal and look to high five her and she is flattered by this and goes to give high fives until an angry glare from Caspian cuts that out. As they make their way into the ring Caspian looks his short opponent up and down before bursting out with laughter at his opposition.] RH: But seriously, Chuck... CM: Yes? RH: Last time we had a TALL Leprechaun and this time it's just THE Leprechaun! CM: Maybe they're siblings? RH: God help us if we ever have a tag team division here! We'll be seeing more of that Squash family teaming up from last time and apparently leprechauns! [After the bell rings Caspian stifles his laughter and offers a handshake to his smaller opponent. Patrick goes for the handshake only to get faked into a trip to the canvas and another round of mocking laughter from the Perfect Gentleman! Patrick gets to his feet, his face red with humiliation and anger, the small man charges his opponent who sidesteps him and the green attired fellow goes tumbling into the turnbuckles where he gets caught in between the middle and bottom ones and is kicking his legs about, stuck!] CM: Oh dear. RH: This may be the most embarassing thing we've had so far in NWPW. [Edgar wipes his eyes from laughing and helps the short man out of his predicament but Patrick shoves him away and angrily motions for the Perfect Gentleman to fight him. Caspian motions for his foe to come at him and then Placing a hand firmly on Patrick’s head, Caspian holds the little fellow at arms reach, letting The Leprechaun swing away, confident in the fact that those tiny arms will never be able to connect. The audience goes nuts. Appreciating that the crowd is finally showing some proper support, Edgar forgets that his bully antics might be considered less than “Gentlemanly” and starts bobbing around the miniscule punches in a condescending dance. If only the audience was reacting to him.] CM: Coming down the aisle, it looks like Jerry Calhoun has decided to get a closer look at the proceedings! RH: Chuck, I know there’s limited space in the building, but does that mammoth really have to stick his nose in Ed’s business. CM: I’m sure he just wants a closer look at this incredi... uh... match. [At this point, Caspian is standing on the top turnbuckle, daring Patrick to reach him; while delighting in the fact that the diminutive star can’t.] RH: All I know is, if the tub of lard is sore over the pig writing, he should count his lucky stars that Ed is a true gentleman. Given how double thick Calhoun’s head is, Ed could have written an essay on lummox’s many worthless character traits. He got away easily with just one word. CM: I’m sure this appearance is innocent enough... not everyone is as petty and vindictive as the gentlem---never mind. Calhoun is carrying a pie. RH: Come to finish his monstrous business, RUN AWAY MISS CRYSTAL! Come over here, I’ll protect you! We’ll make space for you... you can sit on my lap! CM: Keep it in your pants, Roy. RH: I’m a gentleman. [Flashbulbs go off throughout the arena, as Calhoun towers next to Miss Crystal. The first lady of NWPW is trying to keep her distance, attempting to cheer on The Perfect Gentleman as he questions Patrick about whether “midget” has become politically correct again. Closing the gap, Jerry Calhoun lays on the southern charm, and holds out the pie to the gorgeous blond.] CM: Is Jerry offering Miss Crystal the pie? RH: Passing on food? It looks like Lard Ass has become a more thoughtful and caring man mountain, thanks in no small part to Ed. [Miss Crystal seems to protest, but Jerry Calhoun gently places the pie in her hands. While the words aren’t picked up on the cameras, his hand gestures for Crystal to throw the pie in his face.] CM: Calhoun trying to get Crystal to throw that pie at him, to make amends, but she’s telling him it’s not necessary. What a wonderful woman. RH: Can’t Calhoun take no for an answer? Is there fat in his ears? What a pushy oaf! [While Miss Crystal tries to nicely bow out, in the ring, Caspian has gotten down on his knees so he can box with The Leprechaun. Edgar thinks this is brilliant, but just as he knocks the little guy out with a European uppercut the audience fails to laugh. Are they dense? Turning TPG finally spots Calhoun at ringside. Crushing Patrick with an elbow drop, Caspian rolls through on the momentum, to slide out of the ring. Grabbing Crystal by the shoulder, Edgar spins her around, away from Calhoun.] EC: What did I tell you about talking to other men? MC: I didn’t Eddie, I swear! [Miss Crystal is still holding the pie up in the air with one hand. The viewers see it. The audience sees it. Damn if Calhoun doesn’t see it, and just in case the announcers don’t clue in, he looks right at the pie, then over to Edgar, then back to the camera with a wink.] RH: He wouldn’t... [The crowd erupts as Calhoun lightly pushes Crystal’s arm, shoving the banana cream pie right into the Perfect Gentleman’s face. Staggering back into the guardrail, Caspian shakes in disgust, while the audience laugh up a storm. Miss Crystal looks devastated, Calhoun almost regrets---no this is too good.] CM: PIE TO THE FACE! PIE TO THE FACE!!! RH: ...Really Chuck? CM: CALHOUN JUST TAPPED MISS CRYSTAL’S ARM AND SHOVED THAT PIE RIGHT IN CASPIAN’S FACE!!! Edgar is blinded by cream, and shaking with rage... I don’t care what the man says; he clearly is no fan of pie. RH: NWPW fans, I’ve found out from my sources that three of our wrestler’s don’t like pie, to find out which ones, call into my hotline now. CM: Caspian’s own manager throwing it, could Calhoun’s revenge get any... sweeter. Referee Bob: 10!!!!!!!!!!!! *DING DING DING* [HOLY MOLY NO WAY POP] [All eyes turn to that devilishly handsome Marvin Bloom, NWPW ring announcer, as he grabs the microphone and says.. MB: The winner via count out.. .PATRICK THE LEPRECHAUN!!! [YOWZA POWZA WOWZA I CAN'T BELIEVE IT POP] CM: UNBELIEVABLE! Patrick the Leprechaun has DEFEATED Edgar Caspian! RH: This can't be happening! THIS CAN NOT BE HAPPENING! [As the announcement goes over the PA, some of the cream drips out of Caspian’s eyes. In a state of shock, TPG stumbles backwards over the ring steps. Where did those come from? Unable to keep his footing, not sure what is going on, a wide-eyed and cream faced, Caspian backtracks away from Calhoun. Double Wide along with every person in the building laughs and points. Grabbing Miss Crystal by the arm, a humiliated Caspian starts to retreat up the ramp.] CM: Make a note, wrestling historians everywhere, that on the third edition of New Wave Pro Wrestling's Revolution, NWPW had it's very first UPSET in the form of Patrick The Leprechaun defeating Edgar Caspian via Count Out! RH: This is an outrage, Chuck! If it wasn't for that fat tub o' meat Calhoun then we would be celebrating a famous victory for Caspian! [Calhoun is in the ring and puts Patrick on his shoulders and is parading the short man around the ring while the fans GO WILD CHEERING!] CM: What a scene! RH: Scene of a CRIME is more like it! CM: Right now let's go backstage where Walt Garrison is standing by with an update on the Bro-Down! [We cut backstage to Walt who is nodding his head nervously.] WG: That's right, Chuck! I have recieved word from the Masked Maniac himself that he has indeed found a guest for the debut edition of Bro-Down tonight! He wouldn't tell me who it is because he wants it to be a surprise! I also have news on the conditions of Flores and Sinister! Both men are said to be hurting but nothing serious and more ANGRY than injured! That's all from back here, back out to you guys! [We cut back to see the ring all set up for something special.] CM: Thanks a lot, Walt, for the update! RH: What update? He learned like NOTHING! Can we get Julie back some time? At least she was easy on the eyes! CM: *sighs* Folks, it's time for the debut of the Bro-Down! Take it away! ["Thunder in Your Love" by Akasha Lemuria drowns the Saginaw crowd in 80's funk as Masked Maniac strolls down the aisle, dressed to the nines in a stylish suit, in stark contrast with his unsightly mask. After climbing up to the middle of the apron, Masked Maniac faces the cheering crowd and grotesquely thrusts his pelvis as a set of fireworks go off to the ring posts!] *FWOOSH!* *FWOOSH!* [Maniac slips into the ring where two brown leather lazy boys have been set up next to a portable bar. The wooden bar is adorned by a classy coat of arms (on which the male symbol is a prominent feature) accompanied by the latin dictum "Fratres venitum coram meretricum". Above the elegant set hands a "BRO DOWN" neon sign, suspended above the ring.] MM: My little masked brothers and sisters of Saginaw, Michigan... [HOMETOWN POP!] MM: Welcome to the first edition of BRO DOWN, the future longest running interview segment in wrestling history! [MUCH MILDER POP!] MM: As you may have heard, utterly tragic events marred the beginning of New Wave Pro Wrestling Revolution. There was a... kerfuffle... involving "Lockdown" Felix Audiet and the man who was going to be the first ever guest in BRO DOWN history, Dan Flores. [BOOS!] MM: Unfortunately, Dan Flores is now at St. Mary's Hospital. [More boos.] MM: Don't worry, it's more of a precaution than anything, but it does mean he can't be the first bro on my show. [Maniac steps behind the little bar and pours himself a glass of... brownish liquid.] MM: That's not the kind of setback that'll keep a masked man down, though. As you know, masked bros come before a lot of things. Like cars... or tools. Bros come before tools, especially gardening tools like... a hoe. Or even a hose! [Having imparted such life affirming wisdom, Mask Maniac sagely nods.] MM: Masked bros before hoes and hose. [Confused pop?] MM: And that can only mean one thing: the BRO DOWN must go on! [YAY!] MM: And so Bro Down's first ever guest is.... [Marvin Bloom readies his microphone when "Trouble in the West" by KOAN Sound hits the PA with its gag reflex triggering dubstep. Out of the curtains emerges a shrimpy little fella in a silver Zentai suit. That's... a full body spandex suit that even covers the face. If the first two words of the question now popping into your head are "what the...", then you have a good idea of what fans are thinking. Or even Masked Maniac himself!] MM: ... [A portable DJ station hanging from his neck, the little silver guy bops and beeps on his way to the ring, stopping only to scratch his digital pad.] *WIKKI-WIKKI-WOKKA* # D! D! DJ BOBBLE BOTTZ IZ IN THA HOUSE!!! # *WIK! WIK!* [Even with the huge headphones on his head, the dude can't be taller than 5'7". He does the robot as he climbs the stairs, then steps into the ring before a dumbfounded Masked Maniac.] MM: But... you're n- [The little guy, presumably DJ Bobble Bottz, silences his host, blocking the Maniac's mouth hole with a silver finger.] *DWJILT-WAAK-WIIK!* # Lay-lay-lay-ladies and gents... # # It's TIME TO RAISE THE ROUGH! # [By the will of DJ Bobble Bottz deft little fingers, the instrumental version of "Get Up" by Slaughterhouse blasts into the arena, and the confusion caused by the inhuman looking DJ turns to boos of recognition. Mixed samples of play-by-play sportscaster Stan Cotten are layered over the music;] # "From Inglewood, all the way in California # # this demon's six feet six of mean streak # # They call him the Bling King # # But we know him as Benny King # [He's covered in regal bling, which can only mean he's "Bling King" Benny King. Grinning from ear to ear under his Robert Terwilliger style afro, he makes his way to the Bro Down set with a confident urban strut. King jumps up to the apron, and gets into the ring.] MM: "BLING KING" BENNY KING, welcome to BRO DOWN!! [The music finally fades out. Frowning, a grumpy Marvin Bloom sits back down, placing his unused microphone on the time keeper's table.] BKBK: You know it's my pleasure to be here, brotha! With a mask that ghetto, I know you gotta be keepin' it real! MM: I... yeah! Totally! Spreading the love around, that's me! But... [he points at the shrimpy little guy in the Zentai suit] what's this number? BKBK: Yo, I knew you were trying bring peak game to this raggedy program, so I thought; yo. I gotta get down with my people, bring joy to the joint! Right away, I knew I had to drop a line to my main man DJ Bobble Bottz, 'cause you know the guy's gonna deal with the music situation straight up, you feel me? MM: I feel you! That's what Masked Bros do! Especially the ladies. [That normally wouldn't warrant a response, but Dj Bobble Bottz bites the hook in his own unique way...] # Huff: "Hello, Miss Lady!" # ("Step Brothers") BKBK: Word, DJ Double B! MM: Um... OK! Well, please have a seat! BKBK: Ah please will! Glad to see you brought proper chairs! [Both host and guest sit in the lazyboys while the shrimpy DJ... still stands to the side in awkward silence.] MM: I prepared some questions for our interview, so... BKBK: A'ight, bring it! [Maniac takes out a little deck of cards.] MM: Why don't you sound more like Frances McDormand in Fargo? BKBK: What? Maybe 'cause I ain't French? Nah, b! What kind of question is that? MM: OK, that one's a miss. Next question... Shootfire Pro. Really. Really? Shootfire? BKBK: Are you trippin'? MM: I... wrote those questions for Dan Flores... I didn't have time to write new ones. BKBK: Don't play with my emotions, man! Just go off the cuff! MM: Right! Um... aaah... Jackson Tolliver. did he look a little cranky to you? BKBK: Man, just gimme that mic! [Swiping the Bro Down mic out of Masked Maniac's hands, the Bling King rises out of his leathery throne to address the crowd... or Tolliver himself... or both.] BKBK: Oliver T. Jackson. Tolliver... whatever. I know whatchoo thinkin' about the whole situation on the last episode. You're thinkin', maybe I beat you down good and proper after the match and all that. Well here's the deal, man. Straight up, I thought you kicked out. I got so much mad respect for you, T-dawg, I thought for sure you straight up kicked out. I didn't hear no bells, so I just... Kept on tryin' to defend my beautiful bling! You feel me? Do don't hate me, playa! Hate that dude right there, cause he can't ring no bell loud enough! [The stunned time keeper can't wipe the "what? ME???" look off his face.] BKBK: It's just a little... unfortunate misunderstanding. So what's your play? You hit the spot and whine about it all over Garrison's neckbeard. All over! C'mon, man! Man up! I'll tell you why you mad. I'll tell you why you hatin'. It's cause you thought you could win my bling, and you couldn't. You didn't bring peak game. # Wade: "Y'all just mad, 'cause you got served!" # # Chanting crowd: "Served! Served! Served!" # ("You Got Served") [Meanwhile, the real crowd boos.] BKBK: Yo, Jackson, lemme educate you. Let me hitchoo with some sparklin' pearls of truth. Everywhere I been, I was the top dog, you feel me? When I started playin' football? The best. When I hit the gym? [He flexes some of his impressively over-developed muscles] Top o' the line. When I hit the ring the first time? ... it was against some Italian dude, I had at least 30 pounds on the guy, you feel me? I mean, I thought it was a done deal. A touchdown before I even caught the ball, you dig? I didn't take the guy serious, I didn't bring peak game, he beat me, and then the company thought... maybe the Bling King ain't worth bringing back. Sound familiar, T-dawg? You thought I was just some thug, didn't you? You thought you had the Bling King all figured out, you didn't bring peak game, and I Super Official'd your sorry ass! [Boos!] BKBK: But listen, T. Sometimes, the Lord, He slams a door in yo face 'cause He wants you to open another one. That's what He did for the Bling King, man. Gave him the time ta learn a lesson, grow as a man. You feel what I'm gettin' at, dawg? I listened, man. I trained harder, came back ham, and made sure I'd never take an appo-Nant lightly again! That's why I put all this bling on the line, brotha! I want my appo-Nance to bring peak game. So when I say I'm ready to take on anyone, anytime, anywhere... you know it's one hunnerd percent pure TROOF! [Masked Maniac creeps over, trying to regain control of his microphone, but King shoulders him away.] BKBK: Peak game, man, peak game. Putting this bling on the line means the Bling King can take on anyone, anytime, anywhere. Instead of crying about it, try to learn the lessons ya need to learn to become a better man, Oliver. You ain't neva gone be a Bling King, but you can at least become some kinda bling jester or somethin'. ["Cornfield Rock" by Jacob de Haan interrupts Benny King, and out of the curtains strides out Jackson Tolliver with a mic of his own!] JT: I think we've all heard enough of you, King! [POPPAGE!] JT: I think we can all agree that it's time to clear the ring of lazy boys, put your money where your mouth is, and start defending that bling of yours! [The crowd pops for Tolliver's resolute defiance, but that doesn't stop Benny King from wildly gesturing a "bring it on" in response. Around him, workers clear the ring of props, ignoring Masked Maniac's pleas and protests.] JT: Unfortunately, I just got word from the doctors and... I'm not cleared to wrestle. They call it post-concussion syndrome. [Boos. The wind has turned. From the ring, the King of Bling mockingly mimes a crying baby. Tolliver shakes his head in disgust.] JT: Soak it in, King, 'cause you'll sing a different tune when you see who's taking my place tonight! [King stops cold in mid mime and slowly raises an incredulous eyebrow.] Marvin Bloom: Hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota... [Confusion troubles Benny King.] MB: ... and weighing in at 245lbs... [Hearing his new opponent's weight, a relieved smirk appears on Benny's face.] MB: ... and making his New Wave Pro Wrestling debut right here tonight... ["Unbreakable" by Fireflight screams out of the PA system, and if the crowd begins to buzz, King couldn't care less. As hands carry the wooden bar away, DJ Bobble Bottz grabs a bottle of Gatorade from which Benny takes a hearty sip.] MB: ... He is "The Paladin"... CHRIS HARTT!!! [KING SPIT TAKES ALL OVER DJ BOBBLE BOTTZ AND THIS CROWD IS GOING FRIKKIN' INSANE POP!!!] [Down the aisle marches a well conditioned athlete with long brown hair and large cross tattoo on his left shoulder. Oh yeah, it's Chris Hartt, alright; survivor of countless wars, a man who has overcome the odds time and time again.] |
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************************* "Bling King" Benny King [6'6", 286lbs] vs Jackson Tolliver [5'10", 220lbs] ************************** CM: The Paladin! Chris Hartt is in NWPW, can you believe it? RH: Not according to our tale of the tape he's not! It still says Jackson Tolliver! [The ring crew has barely cleared the Bro-Down set away when Chris Hartt enters the ring, then hops to the top turnbuckle to loud cheers.] CM: The original paladins, of course, were Roland and his twelve companions. RH: Poor man's Round Table, really, but Ganelon was alright. CM: It figures you'd like the one whose betrayal leads to Roland's death. RH: I'll take Ganelon's treason over Roland's quest for holy relics any day. CM: Speaking of holy relics, do you think Hartt's questing for bling, tonight? RH: I don't know, but I'm glad you finally acknowledge the true worth of Benny King's bling! [The referee hands the bling over to the time keeper, then proceeds to pat down Chris Hartt. When he turns to pat down Benny King, the Bling King turns tail, drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring.] BKBK: Nah, man! No match! That ain't the right appo-Nant. [King begins his strut back to the locker rooms. The referee chases after him, arguing for the match's legitimacy and starting a loud count out in an attempt to dissuade the Bling King from leaving.] RH: I'm with Benny King, here. This match is a sham! CM: That's just a technicality! You know that the word of NWPW officials is the law! The only thing preventing this match from happening is Benny King's cowardice! RH: No, it's the illegitimacy of Chris Hartt as an opponent! It should be Jackson Tolliver! CM: He's injured! RH: So Benny King defends his bling by forfeit! CM: Hold on! What is DJ Bobble Bottz sneaking into the ring for? [The shrimpy little DJ tip toes behind Chris Hartt, clasps his hands and brings them down onto the Paladin's neck with all of the unforgiving impact of a billowing pillow. Hartt turns around and grabs the little guy by the neck! Wildly gesticulating, the DJ pleads for his life, begs for mercy! Frantically, DJ Bobble Bottz' hand reaches for his digital DJ station.] # Job: "I've made a huge mistake." # (Arrested Development) [Hartt turns to the crowd, seeking the counsel of fans in deciding DJ Bobble Bottz's fate. Perhaps because of the odd looking Zentai suit, Saginaw fans don't appear to be inclined towards mercy.] RH: Listen to these callous fans! That's thing with Michigan; they're heartless. CM: That's something that can't be said of the Paladin, though! RH: Only if you hate puns as much as I do! # Why can't we be friends? # # Why can't we be friends? # ("Why Can't We Be Friends", War) [Hartt shakes his head and pushes the pathetic little guy away, and the DJ bolts out of the ring like a silver bullet. But meanwhile, Benny King has made his way back to the ring just in time to charge at the Paladin and hit him with forearm to the back of the neck!] CM: Aww come on! [BOOOS!] CM: Hartt is the wrong opponent only until his back his turned, is that right? RH: King was rescuing his friend! CM: The one Hartt let go unharmed? RH: Unharmed? What about the psychological trauma? CM: Give me a break! [Finally, the match officially begins. King takes a big step, leaps up and leg drops the prone Hartt with all his weight. With contempt, he turns the Paladin over and sloppily covers him, all of which is set to the tune of incessant trash-talk. The referee slides in position for the count, but he doesn't even get to one before the Paladin lifts a shoulder.] RH: Look at Hartt, showboating like always. CM: All he did was break the count! RH: But he had to do it before it began, didn't he. ...Showboat. [The King of Bling pops up to repeatedly stomp Hartt with the heel of his boot, takes a moment to brag before the booing crowd, then picks up the Paladin and whips him into the ropes. Hartt bounces back at full speed and leaps into a dropkick that connects with King's jaw!] [BIG POP!] [Hartt pulls King up by the afro, but the big man powers out with authority, pushing the Paladin off and down to the floor!] RH: King makes clever use of his superior size, now... CM: Clever? That's the word you're going with? [Hartt rolls under the bottom ring and pulls himself up on the apron, only to leap up and springboard off the ropes and back into the ring, flying through the air at the Bling King! In a flash, the Paladin takes King down to the mat with a flying arm scissor, then repositions to apply the most dreaded of Crossfaced Chikenwings, the one known as...] CM: THE AVENGER! RH: GHAH! CM: Believe me, Roy! No one wants to be in the Avenger! RH: Unless it's Black Widow... or maybe Emma Peel. [That fans are screaming on their feet, and Benny King's overcome by a blend of pain and panic, but he still has a full tank. Driven by sheer strength and fear, he elbows his way to the bottom rope and grabs it, forcing the referee to intercede in his favor and break the dangerous hold.] [DISAPPOINTMENT POP] [As soon as Hartt lets go, King rolls out of the ring and confers with DJ Bobble Bottz, massaging his shoulder and complaining that "this ain't official, b! This ain't official!"] RH: He's right! This match can't be official! CM: Yes it is! RH: Are you calling the tale of the tape a liar? [As King turns to head up the aisle again, Hartt propels himself over the top rope and out of the ring in a jaw-dropping Fosbury Flop, arcs through the air until he crashes on top of Benny King! This spot inspires the crowd to respond with a chant] * HOLY MOLY! HOLY MOLY! HOLY MOLY! * * HOLY MOLY! HOLY MOLY! HOLY MOLY! * CM: HOLY MOLY RAVIOLI! RH: Did I miss something? CM: Don't pretend like you're not impressed! RH: By what? Is Pope Moly the First in the building? [The Paladin pulls King up, a slow process due to the weight difference between the two men, but he does succeed in shoving him back into the ring. Hartt climbs up the apron, but DJ Bobble Bottz grabs his boot before he can get back in the ring! Startled by his own unwise actions, DJ Double B bolts off in fear. However, he's given the Bling King the time he needed to flank Hartt with a knee through the ropes to the gut.] [BOOO!] [King grabs Hartt by the long locks of his hair and brains him with a massive headbutt!] RH: You know those headbutts hurt, Chuck! CM: With a thick head like that? They hurt for sure! [The Bling King applies a front facelock and hoists Hartt upside down high into the air in a long, looooooong, delayed suplex.] RH: When you've got that much power, might as well show it! CM: And drain the blood out of your opponent's head in the process. [Still held up in the air, Hartt manages to pivot out of King's hands, roll down the Bling King's back, hook a leg and roll Benny up for a quick pin!] ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! RH: WHAT??! That was the fastest count of all time! [HUGE POP!] CM: And just like that, Benny King finally gets what he deserves! RH: This is a travesty! CM: Chris Hartt has joined the New Wave, and he's here to stay! [Bell signalling his victory, Hartt raises his fist and the Saginaw fans raucously cheer in response! While DJ Bobble Bottz pulls King out of the ring to guide him up the aisle and out, the referee returns with the coveted bling and hands it to the Paladin.] RH: Hey! What's Hartt doing with Benny King's bling? CM: Hartt won it, didn't he? Chris Hartt just won Benny King's bling! RH: Says who? Did King say it was on the line? [The Paladin climbs up the turnbuckles to raise the bling to the rafters, drawing more cheers from the fans!] RH: This wasn't even official! Besides, the bling was on the line against Tolliver only! This was a non-title match! CM: The Bling isn't a title! Besides, King says he always puts his bling on the line. Hartt won it fair and square. RH: More like STOLE it! This is nothing but a scandalous farce! A sickening sham! [After rolling out of the ring, Hartt celebrates with ringside fans until he comes up to a particularly partisan boy, to whom he gives the gilded bling, slipping it around the child's head. More cheers follow, especially from the kid who has just received several thousand dollars' worth of jewelry!] CM: That's Chris Hartt for you. Fans come first, especially the kids! RH: Stop triggering my gag reflex, Chuck! CM: What a night this is turning out to be! CHRIS HARTT IS IN NEW WAVE PRO WRESTLING! This is HUGE! And.. HE BEAT BENNY KING FOR HIS BLING! RH: THAT MATCH WAS NOT OFFICIAL! AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! CM: So exciting! I understand though that Walt Garrison is backstage with none other than the man who pulled off the first upset in NWPW history, Patrick the Leprechaun! RH: Just when I thought things could not get worse tonight... [We cut backstage to the predictable blue curtain set piece, which isn’t getting old at all. Apparently the generic backdrop is so riveting NWPW no longer needs wrestlers to stand in front of it, as we hold on it a good half minute with no sign of the talent making an appearance. Walt Garrison finally walks into frame looking confused. Might as well throw it back to the announce position...] “Down here guys...” [The camera pans down to find two things; one, that the blue backdrop doesn’t run all the way down to the floor, and two, Patrick the Leprechaun.] WC: OHMYGOD! PATRICK THE LEPRECHAUN----I’M LIKE YOUR BIGGEST FAN! PATRICK: Aye, well after a spot’o’bad luck on the last show, it was nice to turn things around this evenin. As we start gearing up for “A Night Like This,” and that big rumble for the gold, remember laddie... NO ONE LIKES GOLD MORE THAN US LEPRECHAUNS. Rumbles... they always make a big deal out of how hard it is to lift up big men, get them over the top rope. What about us little fellas? They have to lift me twice as far to get me out of the ring. That heavyweight title has me name on--- [Walt pulls back in shock, as Edgar Caspian knocks the dwarf over with a stiff kick to the back of the skull. The camera shakes, as Caspian starts viciously stomping a whole in your future champion. Patrick brings his childlike hands up in defense, but they just incense the limey bastard further. With beating gets so rough that the blue curtain of promo stifling is torn down. Most of the pie has been wiped from Caspian’s face, though traces of cream spot the sides of his face, and his hair is matted down with sugary goodness. As the violence level rises, Miss Crystal runs into frame, trying to keep the Brit in check.] Miss Crystal: It’s not worth it, Eddie! Edgar Caspian <pulling his arm away from the valet>: I WILL DEAL WITH YOU LATER. [Shivering, Crystal takes a step back. Walt Garrison frantically calls for security, only to have his cries fall on deaf ears. Oscar De La Red wanders through the set with a tray full of food from the craft services room, stopping to watch this brutal assault next to Crystal. Caspian runs over and snatches the plate away...] Edgar Caspian <smiling at his protégé>: May I borrow this? <not waiting for a response, TPG turns back, smashing the plate over Patrick’s back, then snatching up some of the food and shoving it in the dwarf’s face> This is how you properly eat a potato. [The Perfect Gentleman essentially curbs The Leprechaun’s head down on the potato, which might be considered a hate crime. At this point some of the other locker room boys run into frame. Da Big Man and The Mutt charging to the dwarf’s aid. Caspian buries a boot deep in Da Big Man’s crotch, before head butting The Mutt away from him. More charge in. In the foreground, this depraved enhancement talent butchery is blocked out, as Slick Nick approaches Miss Crystal.] Slick Nick: Yo Crystal, I am like, so sorry for screamin at yous the other day. Miss Crystal <upset at the jobber holocaust in front of her, she is barely paying attention to Nick>: You didn’t--- Slick Nick: I don’t really remember it either, but I keep hearing that I was yelling at you in the back. Oscar De La Red <ducking under “Butternut” Squash who has been thrown at the camera>: Dios mío lo mismo que me pasó! Slick Nick: You too? Nos kidding? That wasn’t very _slick_ of us. Oscar De La Red <pointing at his new rolemodel just as Caspian tries to bite “Acorn” Squash’s nose off>: Es por eso que quiero Edgar, que me enseñe a ser un caballero! Slick Nice: He’d do that? Oscar De la Red: For the dinero, si. [Not really wanting to stop The Perfect Gentleman’s obscene attack as much as provide “Donate Blood” Earl Neville with funky medical assistance, Dr. Groovetown walks right into a chair shot. Throwing the chair down on the tall leprechaun, Edgar Caspian staggers over to the trifecta of on-lookers, winded from cheap shotting half the locker room in a blind rage.] Edgar Caspian: Stealing... a win... with a distraction... ganging up... on... one... man... <striking a pose> BAD... <huff> BAD FORM! [Grabbing Crystal by the arm, he drags her off screen, leaving only the wide eyes of Oscar and Nick.] Slick Nick: Sliiiiiiiick. [We cut back to the announce table and the HORRIFIED looks upon the faces of Chuck Morgan and Roy Harper.] CM: .... MY GOD! RH: What... What just happened?! WHAT WAS THAT?!! CM: Edgar Caspian has just LOST IT backstage! We need medical assistance for a lot of people backstage! The officials must be readying fines and.. RH: STOP with the fines, Chuck! Why do you want all of our top stars fined?! CM: Did you WATCH what I just watched?! RH: Yes. I did. And I would like to point out that in Caspian's defense... He did do some damage to "Blood Donor" Earl Neville! CM: Roy.. RH: THAT IS A POSITIVE AND YOU KNOW IT! CM: Let's go to the ring! RH: Are we not going to talk about Patrick The Leprechaun talking as if he fought on our last show? IS HE IMPLYING HE CAN BECOME TALL BY MAGIC OR SOMETHING?! CM: To the ring already! ********************************** Darkness [5'11", 222lbs] vs Muddy Maurice [6'4", 300lbs] ********************************** [The fans POP LIKE MAD CRAZY as the lights go out and then come back on with the masked fan favorite, Darkness, in the ring! Muddy Maurice, getting a second chance to compete tonight since his first chance was cancelled due to Edward Marley attacking Sinister before his match and what just happened backstage ie Caspian's massacre on enhancement talent. Maurice let loose a loud sequence of grunts and belches and then charged at Darkness who easily avoided and countered with a dropkick that sent Maurice into a corner where the masked man charged and hit a FLYING FOREARM in the corner! The big man stumbled out of the corner and fell to his knees, holding his face but then popped up and went after his foe again. Darkness caught him with SUDDEN GLOOM, a hard enzuigiri kick upside the head, which dropped the big man! Darkness then motioned to the fans and yelled out "FOUR!" and then proceeded to drop four elbow drops on Maurice in rapid succession, the fans counting down as they went on until the last one Darkness leaped up high for big impact! Maurice rolled around holding his chest and then struggled to his feet while Darkness watched, and when the big man was up then Darkness.. HIT LIGHTS OUT! And his superkick finisher was indeed lights out for Maurice and the 1,2,3 followed!] W: Darkness CM: Muddy Maurice got another shot at making an impression tonight when Edward Marley took that chance away earlier but it's Darkness who made the impression! RH: UGH! This masked guy! He's lucky that it wasn't Chono Kajomi in the ring against him! Darkness would be dead meat for sure then! [Darkness goes around ringside giving fans high fives.] RH: And now look at this guy! CM: Darkness is going around the ringside area and shaking hands with the fans! How can you get upset about that! He’s just showing his appreciation after a hard-fought win! RH: Have you see the fans here in Saginaw? You’d need an entire DRUM of Purell to disinfect yourself after shaking their hand! CM: For those of you at home, if you’d like to write and complain about my broadcast colleague, you’re not alone… [The youngsters around the ringside area are reaching out to shake Darkness’ hand as he passes by them. At one point, Darkness leans in close to a pair of twins, maybe six years old, who are wearing home-made “half” sunglasses as a way to show support for Darkness and a subtle way to make fun of Chono Kajomi!] CM: Some very creative fans showing off for Darkness! RH: Vandalizing a pair of dollar-store sunglasses. This is what happens when you cut art programs! [Darkness motions for a nearby cameraman to take a picture of the three of them! The cameraman holds his pose for a few seconds, the big video camera blocking his face, as Darkness smiles and poses with the twins! Cheering, the twins and the nearby fans wave as Darkness walks away, passing by the cameraman… *POP!*] RH: Whoa! What the hell was that?!? CM: I don’t know, Roy! There was some…fans, there was some kind of bright flash of light here at ringside, I don’t think… RH: There! There! [The shot has switched, this time zooming in close on the wrestler known as Darkness, who is rolling around on the ringside mats, clawing at his face! He kicks at the mat, his entire body thrashing! The cameraman is crouching over him, and we see that a thin line of smoke is coming from the video camera as the crowd cries out with concern!] RH: I think that cameraman’s light bulb exploded! CM: Oh, that’s not good! Technical difficulties have caused…wait…THAT’S NOT A CAMERAMAN! [The cameraman stands up, and moves the video camera away from his face. Some of the cries of concern becomes boos and jeers as the cameraman throws videocamera to the mats, standing now over the prone, twisting form of Darkness!] CM: THAT’S CHONO KAJOMI! Chono Kajomi…I think he used the video camera as a decoy to set off a high-intensity flash directly in front of Darkness! RH: Hah! That’s brilliant! CM: No, it’s disgusting! Darkness could have suffered long-term retinal damage right there! [Kajomi wears black pants and a black t-shirt. As Darkness tries to regain his sight, Kajomi begins to spit at him in Japanese, slapping his own chest as he verbally taunts the smaller high-flyer at his feet!] CM: Kajomi grabs Darkness…and with one hand, simply HURLS him through the middle and bottom ropes into the ring! [He reaches down and grabs Darkness by the back of his neck. With incredible strength, Kajomi lifts the smaller wrestler off of the ground in one fluid motion and WHIPS him into the ring! Darkness rolls to the middle, shaking his head even as he tries to regain his footing. After climbing to the ring apron, Kajomi removes his black t-shirt, revealing his muscular frame. After a moment’s consideration, Kajomi balls the shirt up in one hand before throwing it at Darkness!] CM: That shirt hits Darkness in the face as he’s trying to stand up! [Darkness reacts, lashing out in the direction of the impact. Kajomi calmly steps through the ropes, moving with great deliberation as Darkness whips his head around. The jeers of the crowd booing Kajomi hinder Darkness’ attempts to figure out where his assailant is. He spins in place, quickly turning from side to side, as Kajomi waits patiently as a distance, showing little emotion on his face as he stalks his prey!] RH: Darkness is living up to his name right now! I don’t think he can see anything! CM: Kajomi has to be aware that he is going to be fined for this assault, but I don’t think he cares! He’s hanging back as Darkness defends himself against something he can’t see! [After a moment, Darkness turns around one more time. This time, he’s facing Kajomi directly, the shoulders of the two men squared…and, with a loud roar, Kajomi charges forward! He wraps his arms around the smaller wrestler and barrels towards the corner! Taken by surprise, Darkness has no time to react before Kajomi DRIVES him into the turnbuckles back first!] RH: DID YOU SEE THAT IMPACT! Those ropes are shaking like an earthquake just hit this place! CM: An earthquake name Chono Kajomi! He just drove Darkness into the far turnbuckles and flattened him like a pancake! Darkness slumps in the corner, falling to one knee, his head bowed, completely helpless! RH: See, Darkness? You mess with a man’s threads, you pay the consequences! CM: Kajomi takes a step forward…wait a minute, the referee! [The referee that had officiated Darkness’ match just moments before had assisted Darkness’ conquered opponent backstage, but now, he slides into the ring, having sprinted down the aisleway! He immediately hops to his feet and places himself between Chono Kajomi and Darkness! He immediately puts his hands up, motioning for the Japanese wrestler to stop his assault on Darkness, to the cheers of the Saginaw crowd!] CM: I believe the referee is reminding Kajomi of the massive fine that will await him if he continues his attack on Darkness! [Kajomi studies the smaller referee, head cocked to one side as the official tells Kajomi that, if he lays one more hand on Darkness, the Board of Directors will fine him! Darkness is recovering in the corner, having managed to pull himself up to a standing position, as the referee motions for Kajomi to leave the ring immediately!] CM: Thankfully, this referee is going above and beyond the call of duty! This was a flat out mugging by Kajomi, and Darkness never stood a chance! RH: It’s only fair, after Darkness attacked Kajomi last time! Kajomi’s just trying to return the favor! There’s just one problem, though… CM: What’s that? RH: Kajomi doesn’t understand English! He probably has no clue what the referee is saying! [Indeed, after a few more moments, Kajomi just moves forward, PUSHING past the referee towards Darkness…but he pauses, stopping in his tracks…as, to a loud cheer from the crowd, Darkness, one hand on the ropes for balance, motions for Kajomi to “bring it” with his other hand!] CM: Darkness refusing to buckle in the face of Kajomi’s attack! He’s actually taunting Kajomi! [Kajomi’s neutral face becomes a hard mask of rage. His fists clench, turning into weapons at the perceived insult from Darkness as the smaller wrestler stomps his feet on the mat, calling for the fight!] RH: He may be stupid, but the guy’s got guts! Kajomi’s gonna kill him… [The cheers for the impending brawl, which have the fans stomping their feet in time with Darkness, quickly turn to boos as, from backstage, Felix Auidet and Edward Marley hit the ring! James Tunney follows the pair, moving at a noticeably slower pace, as Auidet and Marley slide under the ring ropes…] CM: WAIT A MINUTE! Audiet isn't supposed to be on this show after what he did before the show went on the air to Dan Flores! Marley has gotten into trouble tonight as well for his attack on Sinister! RH: Wait…Auidet and Marley are telling Kajomi to stop! [The two members of the Tunney Family call for Kajomi to halt, trying to calm him down and keep him away from Darkness! Behind them, Darkness has stopped stomping his feet, but his body is still tense as Felix Auidet motions for Kajomi to take it easy, speaking to his stablemate in his native French!] CM: I…it looks like the Tunney Family is calling off Chono Kajomi! He was ready to assault Darkness and risk a fine, but instead, his comrades are attempting to stop him! RH: And here I thought they were going to join in! Instead, they’re acting like the voice of reason! [James Tunney has climbed the steps and enters the ring through the middle ropes. He immediately steps between the three members of the Tunney Family, facing Kajomi and motioning for him to take it easy. Kajomi responds to Audiet, speaking in French as well, as Marley stands to one side, arms crossed, keeping an eye on the entire situation] RH: So, we have Felix Auidet and Chono Kajomi speaking French, and James Tunney speaking English, and Edward Marley not saying anything at all, and Darkness waiting to see if he’s going to get his ass kicked. CM: Yes, this is a little surreal…but Kajomi appears to be relaxing, as Audiet has apparently managed to talk him down! [Kajomi’s hands unclenched as he says a few more words in French to Audiet. Audiet nods and says a few words of his own to James Tunney, who simply nods and slaps Kajomi on one of his massive arms] CM: It looks like we’ve managed to avert a crisis here, folks. The referee is now trying to get these men out of the ring as Chono Kajomi allows Felix Audiet to move him away from… [*WHAM!*] CM: EDWARD MARLEY WITH A SUCKER PUNCH TO DARKNESS! Darkness let his guard down for just a second, and the Sidewinder cold-cocks him! [As the loud chorus of boos, the referee turns around to see Marley take one of Darkness’ arms and hold it against the ring ropes, pinning it in place… and a moment later, on the other side, Felix Audiet does the same, tying the arm of Darkness up in the ropes!] CM: It was a set-up! The Tunney Family just set Darkness up, and now he’s at the mercy of Chono Kajomi! [Marley calls for Kajomi to “waste the punk,” and Kajomi lowers his head, taking one step towards his helpless foe…] CM: The referee! The referee blocks Kajomi! Referee: Not one more step! One more step, and I will make sure the Board of Director slaps the biggest fine on you this federation is ever going to see! [Kajomi pauses in his tracks at the referee’s admonishment and looks over at James Tunney for a moment. Then, he reaches into the pocket of his pants. The camera doesn’t quite pick up what Kajomi pulls from his pocket, nor do we see what it is he hands to James Tunney…but as soon as it is in Tunney’s possession, the Japanese Playboy ROCKETS past the referee and SLAMS into the helpless Darkness with a huge avalanche!] CM: KAJOMI WITH AN AVALANCHE! RH: He just turned Darkness into a pancake, fine be damned! [As the referee stands, staring in shock, he feels a tap on his shoulder, as, behind him, James Tunney peels off several bills from a considerably sized bankroll!] JT: What do you think? $500 should be enough for that one? CM: That’s…that’s despicable! Chono Kajomi just handed James Tunney a wad of cash! He has no illusions of beating the hell out of Darkness, fine be damned! RH: They’re just cutting out the middleman! [Marley and Audiet call for Kajomi to give Darkness a second Avalanche! Stunned from the initial assault, Darkness can barely lift his head and brace for impact as Kajomi SLAMS into him a second time!] JT: Now THAT was easily a $500 one! [Tunney drops more money at the feet of the referee before calling to Kajomi] JT: Hey, hey! Chono, give him a $1000 dollar one! We can afford it! [Kajomi nods, getting the message behind his manager’s words. He takes a few steps back, lowering his head and squaring his shoulders, before getting a running start…] CM: SPEAR! SPEAR! DARKNESS SPEARS KAJOMI! [The fans erupt as Darkness slips loose from Marley and Audiet, and counter-charges Kajomi, catching the larger man off-guard with a picture perfect spear that catches him in mid-charge!] RH: Wow! It’s like Little Mac punching Bald Bull! Kajomi is down, and Darkness, that little punk, is all over him! [All a stunned Kajomi can do is turtle up as Darkness wails away on him! The brief flurry of offense only lasts a few moments, however, as Marley and Audiet immediately pull him off of their teammate and begin to lay the boots into him! Darkness now tries to turtle up, but the two-on-one assault lays him bare as he is curbstomped by the duo! And with each stomp, Tunney continues to drop money at the feet of the ref!] JT: $200…$300…ooof, $800 after that… CM: Marley and Audiet pick Darkness up…send him for the ride…DOUBLE BACKDROP! RH: Did you SEE the air Darkness just got! [Darkness hits the mat back first…only to be immediately picked up by Kajomi! The smaller man is helpless, unmoving as Kajomi yanks him to his feet, and throws one arm over his shoulder! Kajomi looks out in the crowd, unmoving, his face etched with anger, as Tunney just keeps peeling off those dollar bills] JT: This one just might need the whole damn roll, ref… RH: I think Kajomi’s going for the Sapphire Buster here! CM: Chono Kajomi and the rest of the Tunney Family are teaching Darkness a lesson…Kajomi HOISTS Darkness into the air…and holds him…and holds him… [… … …*DROP!* …*WHAM!*] RH: SAPPHIRE BUSTER! Slingshot brainbuster by Chono Kajomi PLANTS Darkness into the mat! THAT was beautiful! CM: No, that was horrible! RH: No, no, you’re right, let me try this again. Ahem. SAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE BUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! There, how’s that? [Darkness bounces off the mat, his neck compressed from the impact! Chono Kajomi stands over him, staring down at his broken opponent. James Tunney, seeing the carnage, simply shrugs and peels off about half the hundred dollar bills from the wad of cash] JT: $1000…$1500…hell, let’s call it an even $2500, alright? CM: The Tunney Family standing tall over the fallen Darkness…BUT HERE COMES THE CAVALRY! [The crowd, which has been lustily booing the Tunney Family up to this point, bursts into cheers as two men burst from backstage, heading towards the ring! CM: SINISTER! DAN FLORES! [James Tunney is the one to notice the two men hitting the ring, quickly grabbing the attention of his men! Limping a little from the events of earlier this evening, the hulking Sinister and the enraged Dan Flores slide under the ring ropes…just as the Tunney Family bails under them as well! The boos begin again as Edward Marley helps Tunney escape before Sinister can grab him!] CM: Both these men suffered beating this evening at the hands of Marley and Audiet, and I guess they figured enough was enough! Sinister with SEVERAL very strong words for Chono Kajomi, Felix Audiet, and Edward Marley! [As Dan Flores helps Darkness to his feet, he keeps one eye on the Tunney Family. Sinister, however, uses his entire body to let the Tunney Family know how he feels] S: Come on, come on! Right here, right now! JT: Here, big guy. [James Tunney, safely behind a wall of humanity, crumples the bankroll into a ball and hurls it at Sinister!] JT: Call it a down payment on the beating you’re going to receive at the Pay-Per-View! [Sinister swats the ball away. It bounces to the center of the ring as the Tunney Family, moving as a unit, make their escape back up the aisle!] CM: THANK GOODNESS for Sinister and Dan Flores coming to the aid of Darkness but the masked man has taken a horrible beating tonight! What an awful display we have seen tonight from The Tunney Family! By force they have tried to inflict their will upon proceedings tonight.. RH: Tried? They HAVE bent New Wave to it's knees at their will! We have seen a display of ambition and power like no other tonight from the Tunney Family! The message is clear: NWPW belongs to them! I've said this over and over and will keep saying it: Someone from the Tunney Family will win that Rumble at "A Night Like This" and they will hold the Heavyweight championship! CM: Folks, it is turning into mayhem yet again here on Revolution. Right now we're going to go backstage to Walt Garrison who is standing by with "Pacific Perfection" Keoni Tanaka! |
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[Walt Garrison, that round mound of pro wrestling fandom and obscure knowledge, is standing in front of an NWPW background, microphone in hand. He's not really standing still, though... he's shifting excitedly from foot to foot, a big grin breaking out across his face. He looks like he's just barely holding himself back from absolutely MARKING OUT! Walt gets a cue from off camera, nods in response, and launches into his introduction for the next interview.] WG:Walt Garrison here, and boy oh boy do I have an AWESOME interview coming up! You might even say it's... the Perfect interview! Please welcome my guest at this time... "Pacific Perfection", Keoni Tanaka! [The smug Hawaiian steps into the camera's field of vision. He's already in his singlet, this one in a bright blue with small outlines running diagonally across the stomach and down to the upper left leg. There are no legends above the shapes, but given the watery colour surrounding them and a good guess from context, we can figure out he's got a map of his home state and its many islands spread out across the Pacific Ocean. Tanaka raises an eyebrow slightly and looks at the camera, a smug grin of superiority already goosing most viewers pre-existing dislike of the man. He doesn't get a chance to speak at first, though, as the excited Garrison takes over instead.] WG: Oh man, Keoni, it's just awesome to have you here! I've been following your career forever, ever since you came out of college! I remember trading for a tape of you in the 2010 Lord of the Indies tournament, you know, that match in the quarterfinals where El Super Diablo had you in the figure four... this is when you were still doing that surfer gimmick... and then you turned it over and made him tap to his own finisher. So good! And then... [Somewhat amused by the ranting and raving of Garrison, Tanaka lets him go on for a moment before putting a hand up to silence him.] KT: Hold on, Walt, hold on. I love the enthusiasm, absolutely I do. [Garrison beams at this complement from a wrestler.] KT: But my interviews need to be perfect, which means your part needs to be perfect too. Don't get me wrong... I think we can get you there, working together. Are you willing to take my advice? [Garrison's eyes go wide, like a kid on Christmas Day. Is he willing to take advice from Keoni Tanaka, to work with and be treated as an equal by a big time pro wrestler? You bet your butt he is, and Garrison is nodding happily to show as much.] KT: Alright, it's simple. Let's start with Step 1... hand me that microphone. [Garrison doesn't even question why - he just hands the mic over, eagerly awaiting whatever instructions are to come.] KT: And then there's Step 2... [Here, Keoni's friendly demeanor drops away in a heartbeat, revealing itself to have been an act all along.] KT: Step 2 is, you hit the bricks, kid. [Garrison is too stunned to protest, to do anything. He stares up at Tanaka, the hurt evident in his eyes at being told off and betrayed. Keoni shows the superfan no mercy, though, reaching over to give him a slight shove to get him started on his way out of the shot. Garrison turns slowly and walks away, clearly heartbroken at being kicked out of his own interview after he'd convinced himself he was about to get promo tips from Pacific Perfection.] KT: Well, now we can get down to business. Once again, Pacific Perfection is right where he belongs... in the main event. Once again, I have a more than worthy tag team partner who I know hold up his end. And once again, the men on the other side of the ring... well, they just don't measure up. Jon Rawlins, I've already embarassed you in a main event. You were hit by the Pacific-Plex, and just like every man whose ever taken it, or for that matter every man who ever will, you went down for the three count. I've got no problem at all doing it to you again. [Tanaka pauses for effect, just for a second or two.] KT: But I've got bigger fish to fry. Caden Santos, you think you're a real big man, huh? Attacking me from behind right after I was in an epic main event match? You think that means anything? You may be tough, Caden. You may be a great athlete. You may be an incredible wrestler. But only one man in NWPW is a Perfect wrestler, and brother... you're looking at him. So the way I figure it, I have a little something to prove to you. I have to show the difference between great... and Perfect. And I could not be looking forward to it anymore, Caden, I really couldn't. I'm going to whip you from pillar to post, coast to coast, and it ain't just a boast. You bring everything you've got to that ring, Caden, and you hop right in there and square off against Perfection the very first chance you get. You're going to find out, just like everyone else, that no matter how good you may be... ...you can't do what Pacific Perfection can do. [Smiling broadly, Tanaka turns the microphone sideways in his hand, and then drops it to the floor, walking out of the shot with a cocky expression. We cut to the announce table.] CM: Confident words from Keoni Tanaka. RH: PERFECT words, you mean! CM: It is shaping up to be a heck of a main event tonigh- [Morgan stops and then looks up the entrance ramp.] CM: Hey! Hold on a minute! Is that Benny King coming down to the ring? RH: His royal highness, the monarch of ornaments, the sultan of silver and the gerent of gold, yes. That's him. CM: Why is he coming down to the ring for? RH: To challenge Christ "the Pilferer" Hartt. That's what I'd put my money on. [King storms down the aisle and around the ring, still visibly fuming. The fans, who were already booing only jeer louder when the King of Bling comes to a halt in front a child seated in the front row... the one that now wears fifteen pounds of bling around his neck.] CM: Oh, no... [The Bling Kings tries to grab the boy, but his guardian interjects herself; a desperate woman in a Make-A-Wish vest. In moments the scene degenerates. King pushes the woman to the side and pulls the bling off her charge's neck. As arena security jumps in to restrain the more chivalrous fans, Benny King retreats, having repossessed his precious bling.] CM: Disgusting! RH: I know! Can you believe that kid wanted to keep stolen goods? CM: Benny King just shoved a woman and took necklaces off a child, and you think WHAT is disgusting? RH: Well now you're phrasing it as if Benny King was in the wrong or something! CM: HE IS! RH: That bling is his, Chuck! Stealing is stealing, even when the culprits are women and children! CM: God help me if it turns out that poor woman works for the Make-A-Wish foundation... RH: What? They'd suddenly be innocent? CM: THEY ARE! Chris Hartt won that bling fair and square! [King struts back up the aisle to thunderous, disgusted boos, screaming that the bling is his, not that his claim would sway any fan's opinion at this point.] CM: Goodness gracious, she does. I just got word, that woman accompanied three children here tonight for the Make-A-Wish foundation, and yes, Benny King just took the bling right out of one of those children's hands. RH: Stealing is- CM [Interrupting]: Shut up, Roy! [Clears throat] On behalf of myself and Roy Harper, and everyone here in the New Wave Pro Wrestling Revolution staff and crew, I extend my deepest, most sincere apologies to the Make-A-Wish foundation for Benjamin King's actions here tonight. RH: ... You seem a touch sensitive, Chuck. CM: *sighs* It's time for the main event, let's head to the ring! [That handsome devil Marvin Bloom is standing in the ring looking so dapper and he flashes a big smile and lifts the microphone up.] MB: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is our MAIN EVENT! [BIG POP] ****************************************************************** MAIN EVENT: "Dragon Spirit" Caden Santos & "Rowdy" Jon Rawlins [6'2", 240lbs] [5'10", 228lbs] vs "Pacific Perfection" Keoni Tanaka & Tiger Soul [6'1", 220lbs] [5'11", 225lbs] ******************************************************************* [Pacific Perfection and Tiger Soul came out first to a huge chorus of BOOS! Tanaka shook his head at the fans while the masked man from Japan ignored them completely and made his way to the ring. The mood changed when Caden Santos and Jon Rawlins came out! Santos struck a dragon fighting pose on the entrance ramp which got the fans FIRED UP and then made his way to the ring keeping his eyes glued on Tanaka in the ring. Rawlins was enthusiastically giving out high fives to as many fans as he could until he spotted Tiger Soul in the ring and then rushed past Santos and scrambled into the ring and tried to rush the masked man! Caden chased after his partner and stopped him from kicking events off prematurely, which was hard since Rawlins was jumping up and down and trying to get at his rival. Soul shook his head at the young rookie and stayed calm in the corner.] CM: Rawlins living up to his "Rowdy" monicker, nearly getting the match underway before it even starts! RH: That punk is such a hot head! GAH! He drives me up the wall with his snot nosed attitude! CM: Calm down, Roy. [As Chuck calms Roy at the announce table, Caden gets Rawlins to cool off in the corner but then Keoni Tanaka walks up to Santos from behind and SHOVES him! The man from Guam spins around and has Pacific Perfection making a big show of challenging him to fight him right now and motioning him on as if all he wants is to get his hands on Santos! Anger fired up in Caden's eyes and he motioned for Rawlins to go out on the apron so he can start the match but Rawlins grabbed his partner and pulled him into the corner and insisted that he was starting the match and then he spun around and LEVELLED Tanaka with a dropkick out of nowhere and then raced over to the opposing corner and sent Tiger Soul flying off the apron with a hard forearm shot to the face kicking the match off!] *DING* [BIG POP] CM: Jon has found a way to kick this match off before it's officially underway afterall! RH: You're surprised?! This Rawlins kid is such a goober! [Rawlins yells angrily at Tiger Soul from the ring and then hears warnings from his partner only to spin around and eat a BEAUTIFUL standing dropkick from Pacific Perfection! Tanaka looks down angrily at the rookie and yells "That's how you do a PERFECT dropkick!" and then points at Santos and accuses him of being a coward and sending a kid instead of facing up to Tanaka challenging him! Caden burns with anger but keeps his cool and stays on the ring apron. Keoni returns his attention to Rawlins and puts the boots to him with several stomps before pulling him up to his feet and tossing the rookie over the ropes to the floor outside and taunting Santos more. But Rawlins managed to grab the ropes as he was flying over and the rookie got a legit BIG POP when he skinned the cat and pulled himself back up into the ring! With Tanaka not paying attention, Rawlins waited and when Keoni began to turn around Jon leaped onto the top rope and sprang off the ropes and caught Pacific Perfection with FLYING HEAD SCISSORS sending the Hawaiian native rolling out of the ring to the floor outside!] [BIG POP] CM: What a spectacular move by Rawlins! RH: Don't give that kid any credit, Chuck! He just got lucky that Santos was distracting Tanaka's attention. It's all that Dragon guy's fault! [Tanaka catches his breath outside the ring while Rawlins calls him a "coward" and also directs those comments at Tiger Soul who is rubbing his masked face on the ring apron, glaring at Rawlins. Pacific Perfection rolls back inside the ring and avoids Jon's grasp and tags in Tiger Soul. Rawlins pumps his fist with a "YES" and motions for Soul to come get it! The masked man leaps into the ring and aggressively locks up with his rival and the two begin shoving about in the ring. Tiger Soul slaps a side headlock and cranks it hard! The rookie looks for a way out but resolves to push his rival into the ropes and force a break. The ref calls for the break and Soul releases Rawlins who quickly pulls away and complains that the masked man pulled his hair to get that headlock. The masked man shakes his head denying it and Rawlins warns him that he won't put up with those tactics!] RH: What is with this kid? Does he envision himself as some kind of sherriff or something? CM: He is just highly principled, Roy! RH: He needs to be highly punished! Tiger Soul and Tanaka need to envision that Rawlins is "Blood Donor" Earl Neville and destroy him accordingly! [Rawlins and Soul go for another lock up and Jon fakes and fires a knee to Soul's midsection, double him over and he quickly slaps a gutwrench on and nails a Gutwrench Suplex! The masked man rolls onto his stomach and Jon follows in with a double kneedrop to Soul's back and then in a shock to everyone Rawlins grabs Tiger Soul's mask and begins trying to PULL IT OFF!] RH: What the heck is this kid doing?! CM: He's going after Tiger Soul's mask! RH: I thought he's supposed to be a sherriff do gooder type! What the heck?! [Tiger Soul quickly pulls Jon's hands off him and rolls away and out of the ring and adjusts his mask while Rawlins stands in the ring yelling angrily at the masked man to get back inside the ring. Tanaka complains to the referee about Jon's tactics while the referee is already admonishing him for it. Santos calls his partner over and asks to be tagged in but Rawlins insists he has everything under control. Jon then begins stomping his feet and shouting "USA! USA! USA!" trying to get a chant going with the crowd while Tiger Soul prepares to climb back into the ring.] RH: Not this jingoistic junk! CM: He is a very enthusiastic young man. RH: He's an idiot! [Tiger Soul rolls back into the ring and Rawlins is all over him with a flurry of rights and lefts and then AGAIN he goes to grab the man's mask but Soul pulls away and quickly surprises Pacific Perfection with a tag and then leaps out of the ring to adjusts his mask again. Tanaka shoots a curt glare at his partner before climbing into the ring. Keoni shoos Rawlins away and tells him to tag in Santos. Jon nods his head and says he's going to get Santos in, which brings a smile to Caden's face but then Jon does a quick turn about and surprises Tanaka with a dropkick to his legs sending the Perfect one down!] RH: Hey! That was sneaky! CM: I guess when you're up against cheap shot artists like Tanaka these tactics can't be avoided. RH: First off, Pacific Perfection NEVER takes cheap shots! And secondly I was giving Rawlins credit for doing something smart for a change. CM: Oh brother. [Tanaka rolls around holding his knee only to eat an elbow drop to his back followed by a stomp and then Jon goes for a Boston Crab but Keoni quickly pulls away and grabs the ropes to prevent the move from being applied. Rawlins is pushed back by the referee and pumps his fist and tries to get the crowd into things when Santos reaches out and makes a tag! Jon has a flash of anger on his face but the man from Guam defuses it by telling his partner he's done a good job. Rawlins goes to the apron and Santos goes after Tanaka! Keoni now does not seem so eager to get in the ring against his rival and rolls over and returns the favor to Tiger Soul from earlier and surprises his partner with a tag! Caden sighs in frustration while Tiger Soul shoots a glare at Tanaka before climbing into the ring to face Santos.] CM: There seem to be some issues going on for both teams tonight. RH: Tanaka needs to have Caspian as his partner again. Those two are the Perfect Team! Guys in masks are always a little iffy in my opinion. [Santos and Tiger Soul lock up and Caden puts a side headlock on the masked man. Tiger grabs Santos and tries to fire him off the ground with a Backdrop Suplex.. But Caden struggles back down and tosses Soul over to the ground and maintains the headlock! The masked man pushes both himself and his opponent to their feet and fires off some forearms to Santos' side to force him to release the headlock and then he goes for a chop to the chest but Caden ducks and when Soul spins around it's the masked man who eats a STIFF chop from Dragon Spirit! A series of chops follows concluded with a leaping chop upside the head which sends Tiger Soul stumbling into the ropes! Rawlins on the ring apron stomps his feet and claps his hands and begins the "USA" chants again!] RH: UGH! Does he realize his partner is from Guam? CM: Isn't Guam an unincorporated territory of the United States of America? RH: That does not count and you know it, Chuck! [Santos catches Tiger with some DEEP armdrags and then a bodyslam follows and he heads to the corner but the masked man pops up to his feet and charges after his opponent. Rawlins calls out to Santos who heeds the warning and hops off the turnbuckles and avoids the attack from Soul and tosses the masked man with a Hip Toss and then tags in Rawlins. Jon leaps in and boots Tiger's back and then drops down and YET AGAIN goes after Tiger's mask! Some fans start to BOO which startles the young man, allowing Soul the chance to elbow free and roll away from Rawlins.] RH: What is up with him going after the mask, Chuck?! CM: I don't know, Roy. Maybe there is something he knows that we don't. RH: I doubt this goober needs any info to impulsively follow whatever hairbrained idea pops into his head! [Soul pops to his feet and again surprises his partner by tagging in Pacific Perfection. Tanaka grits his teeth then climbs into the ring and the Rowdly one is now all over him with rights and lefts! Tanaka staggers into a corner and Rawlins hits a knee to the midsection causing Tanaka to fall to a seated position. Jon walks away and pumps his fist and chants "USA USA"..] RH: Does he know that Hawaii is a state in the United States of America?! CM: Ah... His heart is in the right place. RH: Like heck it is! [Jon then turns and charges at Tanaka in the corner and leaps... Only for Pacific Perfection to move out of the way and Rawlins crotches himself on the turnbuckles!] CM: That move backfired on the young man and now he's in trouble! RH: I think Rawlins is in trouble the moment he wakes up in the morning. [Tanaka springs to his feet and immediately sets upon the rookie with a series of stomps and kicks in the corner until the referee puts a count on him. Keoni argues with the referee then spies Jon struggling to his feet and BLASTS the young man against the corner with another BEAUTIFUL standing dropkick!] [IMPRESSED AT DROPKICK POP] RH: You have to admit that dropkick is perfect, Chuck! CM: I will gladly admit that Tanaka's standing dropkick is really something else! RH: Say it's perfect! SAY IT! CM: But you do that so well already, Roy! RH: Commie. [Tanaka hits a snap suplex and then tags in Tiger Soul who leaps in and unloads with a BRUTAL kick to the midsection crumpling Rawlins to the canvas! The masked man drags Rawlins to a corner and BLASTS him with a series of hard chops and palm strikes! The flurry of strikes leaves Jon barely on his feet and Soul then hooks the rookie by his head, steps up onto the ropes and hits a TORNADO DDT! Soul covers and the referee starts the count... ONE.. TW- Rawlins kicks out!] [POP] CM: The young man managed to escape defeat there. RH: What is he on about now? CM: Jon is telling the referee that Tiger Soul grabbed his hair to hit that DDT.. RH: He's all hot headed and big and brave when he's cheap shotting folks but when he's in trouble he becomes a cry baby? Really? CM: Maybe Tiger Soul DID grab his hair! RH: Highly unlikely! [Soul tags out to Tanaka and then scoops up Rawlins and slams him down near the ropes. Keoni leaps in and begins choking Jon with his boot while using the ropes to put all his weight down. Santos leaps into the ring and complains and the referee keeps Caden from getting involved which is perfect distraction for Tanaka to continue choking out the young rookie. Santos realizes what's going on and goes back onto the apron and Tiger Soul motions to Pacific Perfection who stops the choke. Tanaka then pulls up Rawlins and...] *THUDD* [YOWZA POP] CM: WHAT A MANEUVER! Tanaka hit a... RH: PERFECT! CM: .. Wheelbarrow Lung Blower on Rawlins and is going for the cover! RH: The perfect cover! CM: Referee in position.. ONE... TWO... Jon gets the shoulder up! [POP] [Tanaka argues that the referee counted slow then tags in Tiger Soul who leaps in and unleashes another STIFF kick to the midsection sending Rawlins down. Soul then whips Rawlins to the ropes and goes for a Back Body Drop.. But Jon flips out and lands on his feet and grabs Tiger from behind and...] [WOAH POP] CM: OH MY! TIGER SUPLEX BY RAWLINS ON TIGER SOUL! RH: That's.. THAT'S SO WRONG! CM: He has the bridge, the referee leaping into position... RH: He can't use Tiger's move on him! CM: ONE! RH: Especially a suplex I love! CM: TWO! RH: THAT'S NOT R- CM: TH- OH! Tanaka saves his partner! [Indeed Pacific Perfection scrambles in and kicks Rawlins to break up the Tiger Suplex pin! Tanaka shouts at his partner then scrambles back onto the apron. The masked man glares at Tanaka and then turns his glare towards his rival and yanks Rawlins up from behind and.... ] *THUDDD* [SUPLEXAHHH POP] RH: SUPLEXAHHHHHHHHHHH! GERMAN-AHHHH SUPLEX-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! CM: Tiger Soul dropped Rawlins right on his head with that picture perfect High-angle German Suplex! RH: Hey! It was a great suplex and all but unless Tanaka does it, it's NOT perfect! [Keoni calls out for the tag and Tiger Soul obliges and Pacific Perfection scrambles in and catches Rawlins with a HARD knee-lift! Tanaka then pulls Jon up to his feet and whips him to the ropes. When Rawlins comes rebounding off the ropes Tanaka catches him with a BIG Sidewalk Slam! Tanaka gets to his feet and yells to the crowd "That's how you do perfect!" which draws a round of BOOS! Pacific Perfection then walks over towards Santos and calls him a coward again, this time insinuating that Santos is hiding behind some kid. Caden burns with anger but doesn't take the bait which draws a big smile from Tanaka. Keoni scoops up Rawlins and slams him down and then heads to a corner and begins climbing the turnbuckles.] CM: Tanaka is heading to the top! RH: I think I just heard him say it's time for the Perfect Missile Dropkick! Excellent! CM: Not sure about the logic of announcing what one is about to go for.. RH: Pssh! This guy is PERFECT, Chuck! You wouldn't understand! Just watch and be amazed by the perfect missile dropkick! [Keoni is on the top turnbuckle and taking a bit of time jawing on about how perfect he is and then when he sees Rawlins on his feet Tanaka leaps off... ONLY FOR RAWLINS TO SIDESTEP OUT OF THE WAY AND CAUSE KEONI TO WIPE OUT!] [BIG POP] CM: That did NOT go perfectly! RH: Tell me you did not just say that?! GAH! [Santos yells for Rawlins to make the tag but Jon staggers to a corner, grabs the ropes and leaps up onto the top turnbuckle and then....] [WOAH HIGH SPOT POP] CM: WHERE EAGLES DARE CORKSCREW ELBOW DROP! RH: AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! This can NOT be happening! [Santos is leaping up and down calling for Rawlins to tag him in. Jon gets to his knees and crawls towards his corner while Tiger Soul calls out for Tanaka to get up but the Perfect one flops around holding his chest in pain! Rawlins gets closer and closer to his corner and Tanaka gets to his knees and looks around and spots Jon just as... HE MAKES THE TAG TO SANTOS!] [GIANT POP!] [Keoni practically mouths "Oh Crap!" as he sees his rival leap into the ring and charge at him. Tanaka puts up his hands and pleads for a "Time Out". Santos looks around at the fans..] [BEAT HIM UP POP] [And listens to the fans as he nails a forearm smash as Tanaka gets to his feet! A hard knife edged chop follows staggering Keoni into the ropes and then Santos whips Tanaka off the ropes and greets him with.. A DROPKICK!] CM: That dropkick was... RH: DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT, CHUCK! [Caden nails a hard European Uppercut and then hits a body slam and scrambles to a corner, leaps up onto the top turnbuckle and then...] [HOLY MOLY RAVIOLI YOWZA POP] CM: DRAGON'S DESCENT SPLASH OFF THE TOP! RH: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! CM: Santos with the cover... RH: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! CM: ONE! TWO! THR- [BOOS] RH: YES! [Roy's savior is Tiger Soul who scrambles in and pulls Santos off of Tanaka. Caden gets to his feet and gives the masked man a chop upside the head sending the man from Japan stumbling through the ropes onto the ring apron. Keoni grabs the ropes and pulls himself up but flops back down and then pops up to his feet and falls back down to his knees and tries to crawl on his knees as fast as he can to his corner where he slaps Tiger Soul on the chest, tagging him in, then spilling out of the ring and leaning against the guard railing catching his breath. Caden shakes his head and tags in Rawlins then charges at the ropes, ducks a clothesline from Tiger Soul and then....] [JUMP TO THEIR FEET THIS IS AWESOME POP] CM: SUICIDE DIVE BY SANTOS WIPING TANAKA OUT AGAINST THE GUARD RAILING! RH: Poopy! [Rawlins is all over Tiger Soul with a flurry of punches and then goes to whip the masked man to the ropes but Tiger reverses it into a knee to Jon's midsection and then driving the rookie into a corner.. But Rawlins bounces off from the impact in an odd way and his foot accidentally..] [OWWWWW MALE SYMPATHY POP] RH: HEY! CM: Now that was an accident, Roy. RH: Like heck it was! [Rawlins accidentally kicks Soul a little.. ah.. low. The masked man drops to his knees holding his crotch and and Rawlins is surprised and starts to apologize but then realizes who he's against and what a situation he has him in and he pounces on his rival, pulls him to his feet, hooks him by the corner and...] [HIGH SPOT SWEET GOOGLY MOOGLY MULLIGANS POP] CM: INCENDIARY DEVICE!! Rawlins hit his Shiranui finisher and is going for the cover! RH: Someone get Tanaka revived! HURRY! CM: Referee in position.. ONE! TWO! RH: NO! CM: THREE! RH: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *DING DING DING* MB: Here are your winners.. JON RAWLINS and CADEN SANTOS! [HUGE POP] ["New Divide" by Linkin Park plays and Rawlins jumps around pumping his fist into the air repeatedly in one of the most SPAZTASTIC celebrations we have ever seen! Santos rolls into the ring and embraces Rawlins and Jon declares them to be the "Best team EVER!" before jumping onto the 2nd turnbuckle and shouting "USA! USA! USA!" over and over! Santos laughs and applauds his team mate's glorious moment!] CM: What a BIG victory for Jon Rawlins and Caden Santos tonight! RH: This was a GROSS miscarriage of justice, Chuck! If I was Tanaka I would complain about his choice of partner for tonight.. CM: What?! RH: I told you that masked men are iffy, Chuck! [Tiger Soul rolls out of the ring holding his crotch and shaking his head. Keoni Tanaka glares angrily at the masked man but then skulks off to the back casting angry looks at Santos in the ring and making threats for payback! Meanwhile Rawlins is still on the turnbuckles pumping his fists furiously, TEARS in his eyes, as he leads the crowd in chanting "USA! USA! USA!" in what appears to be the biggest moment of his very young career so far!] RH: Look at this guy! You'd think he won the Rumble at "A Night Like This" and has been crowned our first champion! CM: That could happen, Roy! RH: WHAT?! Don't even suggest such a thing! CM: ANYONE can end up champion at the end of "A Night Like This" but tonight all the glory goes to Caden Santos and young "Rowdy" JON RAWLINS! RH: I think the threat of projectile vomit is returning for me. CM: We're out of time, see everyone next time! [We get a shot of Tiger Soul glaring up at Rawlins from outside the ring and then a closing view of a tearful Jon Rawlins leading the fans in the chant..] "USA! USA! USA!" "USA! USA! USA!" "USA! USA! USA!" [And then the scene fades to black.] ©2013 FFN PS-Thanks to Flouze for help in writing the show! Gracias amigo! |
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| RedRajah | May 31 2013, 05:38 PM Post #4 |
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Shocked Woona is Shocked
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HARTT! And me without my not-so trusty shanker...
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