Post by UWAStaff on Jul 1, 2015 16:45:09 GMT -6
::The U.W.A. Logo flashes in the corner of the screen on laptops and computers everywhere as the live stream of the show comes online starting with a shot of the autitorium and finally inside at the fans all with signs for their favorite superstars.
Post-opening, "The Sentinel" by Celldweller hits sans opening portion and the World Heavyweight Champion strides out onto the stage. There's no pause in his step as he stalks down the ramp, dressed for combat with that imposing steel chain over his shoulder as usual...the other taken up by his title. But there's a new addition to it: a hook. One can only imagine what he has in mind as he rolls into the ring and walks to the other side, demanding a microphone and motioning for the music to be cut off.::
Sentinel: "Time's up, Jonesy! Drag your knuckles down this ramp and face me in this ring!"
Lula Davidson: "Welcome to Mayhem, fans! It looks like our World Heavyweight Champion means to make good on his threat to Vince Jonce here and now!"
Jason Chase: “Jonesy ain't no bitch, but he ain't gotta do nothin' what ain't happenin' on his time!"
::The Destroyer is already pacing back and forth, his title having been draped over the turnbuckles so that both hands were free to make use of his steel-linked ordinance. When several moments pass without an appearance from the former North American champion, he picks up the mic again, sounding more impatient than before.::
Sentinel: "I'm not in a patient mood, Jones. You've got exactly two seconds to show your ugly mug before I come back there and drag you out-"
::The champion is destined to be denied what he wants, though, on both counts. [Theme] hits and UWA Owner Olivier Georgio steps out onto the stage to a large amount of cheers from the fans. He has a microphone and is looking at Sentinel with equal parts amusement and his own brand of impatience.::
Olivier Georgio: "Just what, exactly, are you attempting to do here? Sabotage our main event tonight?"
::Leaning on the ropes, Sentinel stares at the owner, nonplussed.::
Sentinel: "I'm a warrior of my word, boss-man. Jones is getting what's coming to him right here, right now."
Olivier Georgio: "No, we're not having any of that. You see, Mr. Jones hasn't even arrived to the arena yet. And even if he had, I would not allow you to start some grand melee because of your inability to wait. You were given after last week's match an opportunity to settle things with him and that will have to be good enough."
::Turning to leave, the UWA Owner is stopped by the next sentence to come out of Sentinel's mouth.::
Sentinel: "Nothing is stopping me from waiting in the parking lot till he gets here to get my pound of flesh, Olivier."
::That gets Georgio's attention and he shifts his focus back to Sentinel with a thin, dangerous smile.::
Olivier Georgio: "I have a feeling that removing you from tonight's match with a suspension on top of that would change your mind, Sentinel."
::His reaction priceless, Sentinel glares at Olivier, who doesn't flinch even a little.::
Olivier Georgio: "I'm running out of patience with you. You storm around here throwing a fright into my employees, making threats and attempting to willfully injure your opponents and indeed anyone who you think is in your way. That is not how the top champion of this company is to comport themselves and I refuse to let it continue. Do you even know yourself what happened to the man who was here for our first broadcast over a year ago, who spoke with actions rather than bragging and threats? The man who fought and, rarely albeit, lost with honor in that ring? Because every day as far as I'm concerned, the memory gets a little dimmer...and that is very distressing to me."
::From angry to impassive, Sentinel continues to stare at Georgio. It's all over his face, the desire to want to retort to the man who signs the checks with something appropriately scathing, but it just doesn't happen. Olivier, looking thoughtful and realizing he has the champion's attention, continues.::
Olivier Georgio: "This is the last time I'm going to tolerate one of these outbursts, Sentinel. Going back to when you assaulted Jeszika Gautier and Bethany Kenyon...enough is simply enough. Consider yourself on probation until you hear otherwise from me. And if you go near Vince Jones before OR after the main event this evening, there will be consequences. I trust I've made myself clear?"
::At those words, the Crimson Demon smiles himself and steps back from the ropes with a chuckle.::
Sentinel: "Crystal. That means that if through the course of the match I separate Vinnie Jay's head from his shoulders...there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it. As long as it's between the bells, that is. Right?"
::Displeased with the snark but aware of the implication and the inherent desire Sentinel possessed to see it come to fruition, Olivier nodded curtly.::
Olivier Georgio: "I think you underestimate your opponent. Just as I and everyone else here in Jackson..."
::Cheap pop initiated.::
Olivier Georgio: "...overestimated you."
::”Born to Rise” hits again as Olivier heads backstage. Sentinel, coldly glaring at the now-empty stage, gathers his title and leaves the ring, heading to the back.::
Jason Chase: “I knew the boss man was a fan of Jonesy!"
Lula Davidson: "Once again, you totally miss the point. I personally don't get what Mr. Georgio is trying to accomplish by calling out the World Champion like this, but I can't argue with his points."
Jason Chase: “Title went right to his head, I'm tellin' you. And if he don't watch it, that threat he made to my homeboy might get visited on him later, ya dig?"
Lula Davidson: "You keep that crap up and I won't use duct tape...I'll use super glue."
Jason Chase: “Don't be a hater..."
::The camera shifts from the ringside area and fades into a hotel room where Vince Jones can be seen sitting at the edge in the midst of a heated conversation over the phone.::
Vince Jones: "Chill the fuck out, Reno! Just chill the fuck out! Okay?? When has yo mans eva no-showed on a fuckin' match, huh?? When?"
::Vince Jones sneers at the thought of his current conversation with Reno Banks. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes in frustration.::
Vince Jones: "Yo! Jonesy on the way, Reno! Aight? You don't have to worry about a fuckin' thing! V still got fuckin' time to make it to the damn building!"
::Vince pauses for a second and listens and finally grows tired of the conversation altogether.::
Vince Jones: "Yo! Are you serious?? Aight! You wanna know what the fuckin' deal is??"
::Vince pauses for a second and then fires right back.::
Vince Jones: "Whoooooa! Whoa ! You shut the fuck up and listen for a moment! Here's the deal! Jonesy thinkin' that fuckin' Silva Baron mahfucka swapped Jonesy's bags or somethin'! The mahfucka swapped Jonesy's ring gear out for some Eastah bunny suit, bruh!"
::Vince turns to his left and the camera catches sight of a white Easter bunny suit along with the bunny head thrown across the bed next to an open suit case.::
Vince Jones: "V don't know how the fuck he pulled that shit off but the mahfucka did it and now V here waiting for Jasmine to get back here from the store with some shit that Jonesy can wear out there tonight!"
::Vince pauses and listens for a second and then rolls his eyes in fury.::
Vince Jones: "You out yo fuckin' mind or somethin'?? Jonesy not wearin' his good shit to the damn ring and take a chance at his shit gettin' ripped!"
::All of a sudden there is a knock at the door and Vince looks up in the direction of the front door.::
Vince Jones: "Aight! That's prolly her now! V'll see you soon! Holla back!"
::Vince hangs up the phone and jams it in the pocket of his jeans as the front door swings open and in steps Jasmine with a sour look across her face.::
Vince Jones: "Well, its about time you made it back! You had Reno worried shit less wonderin' where the fuck we at!"
::Jasmine rolls her eyes at Vince at the sound of his harsh words.::
Jasmine: "You know what? You're really lucky to have a woman like me in your life right about now because if I really felt like it you'd be walking out to the ring in that bunny suit! So, if I were you I'd be hippity hoppin' your way to learning to show me some respect for a change!"
Vince Jones: "Yeah! Whateva..."
::Jasmine tosses him the bag in her hand in Vince's direction and nods.::
Jasmine: "That's fine. Keep it up, V! Keep it up!"
::Vince immediately whips out the all-black gear from the bag and starts ripping off the tags and tossing them to the side. Jasmine makes her way back towards the door.::
Jasmine: "I'll meet you downstairs in the lobby. Your ass betta get me a win tonight! I hear he's already talking shit!"
Vince Jones: "Yeah! Aight! Wait....Wat?!"
::Jasmine leaves the room as the camera slowly fades to black on Vince's angry face.
The scene then shifts back into the arena and to an empty ring.::
Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, weighing in at 220 pounds and wrestling out of Salem, Oregon, this is MICHAEL RIVERS!!!”
Lula Davidson: "For a guy that likes to talk, this was a really low key entrance.”
Jason Chase: “Did you even notice he’d walked out there?”
Lula Davidson: "No, and that’s what worries me.”
Jason Chase: “It probably should.”
::And sure enough it would seem that Michael had just simply appeared in the ring. No fanfare, no music, at least not this time. Perhaps he had come from under the ring? Throuh the crowd? Even the crowd seemed baffled, but applauded none the less at the strange, yet impressive 'trick'
As the opening chords of "Unstoppable" by Fozzy feat. Christie Cook plays over the arena, the silhouette of a phoenix spreading its wings appears on the screens. It bursts into flames. The fire spells out the name "AMY ZING" across the screen imposed over the image of Amy performing her signature pose of bending over, rising up and spreading her arms out only to bring them back together.::
“One mind can beat a million
One chance is all I need
I will complete this mission
Damn you I will succeed”
::The lyrics begin and Amy Zing comes running out of the entrance way with the UWA Television Championship around her waist. She runs to one end of the entrance stage, then to the other. She then walks to the middle and bends over, with her fingers touching the ground. She rises, spreading her arms out and pointing to the fans. She brings her hands together then breaks them apart. She walks down to the ring slapping hands with the fans on both sides of the barricade as she does.::
Jaime Hensley: “And his opponent, from San Francisco, California by way of Hong Kong, China and weighing in at 120 pounds the UWA Television Champion “The Hong Kong Sensation”… AMY ZING!!!”[/font]
“You'll never break me
I'm unstoppable
You'll never break me
I'm unstoppable”
::Standing in front of the ring, Amy leaps up onto the apron and slingshots herself into the ring and runs to the corner. Amy pulls herself up to the turnbuckle, spreading her arms out to the sides, pointing to the crowd. Slowly, she brings them together, her hands and fingers touching.::
“Away from the prize
Because in my eyes
I can do anything
Now watch me rise”
::Amy takes the title off her waist and holds it up. She suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle and lands in the ring where she then raises the championship for the cheering crowd to see. She hands the title to the referee and then unwraps the ribbon on her arm and uses it to tie her hair into a ponytail as she waits for the match to begin.::
Lula Davidson: "And here’s the cheerful Champion!”
Jason Chase: “She should be worried too.”
Lula Davidson: "Are you saying that because you actually believe it or because Michael Rivers can even make you shut up with just a look?”
Jason Chase: “Both.”
::The bell sounds and Amy looks across the ring, looking to size up Michael as he watches back with amusement. Amy moves in towards the center of the ring, Michael watching and waiting, as if he cares nothing for it at all. Amy walks over and Michael finally moves towards her. The two lock-up and Amy gives him a Japanese armdrag. Michael pops right back up and Amy gives him a dropkick to the face that sends him back towards the ropes. Amy snaps off a left kick, then a right and follows with a spinkick to the chest that drops Michael through the ropes to the apron. Michael stands up and Amy kicks him in the face over the top rope, sending him tumbling down to the floor. As the referee goes to count Michael out of the ring, Amy runs across to the far ropes and rebounds off. As Michael slowly stands up on the floor, Amy comes racing across the ring and leaps over the top for a suicide dive out onto him, crashing down to the floor on top of Michael as the crowd cheers wildly. Amy leaps to her feet and nods to the crowd happily before diving back into the ring. Michael slowly gets to his feet, looking dazed and yet smiling with amusement. Amy runs across the ring and goes for a baseball slide. Michael moves out of the way and Amy slides by him. Michael dives into the ring while Amy manages to scramble in right behind him. Michael sees her coming in and looks for a clothesline. Amy catches his arm and swings up into a crucifix pin.::
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KICKOUT!!!
::Amy and Michael both pop up to the feet and Amy snaps off a kick to the face. Michael staggers back and Amy jumps up, looking for a rana. Michael blocks it and brings her down into a sitout powerbomb.::
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KICKOUT!!!
::Michael looks to take her legs for a crab but as he goes to pick them up, he steps over the wrong way and Amy grabs him into an inside cradle.::
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KICKOUT!!!
Lula Davidson: "Amy Zing is kicking his head off!”
Jason Chase: “And yet, he’s grinning...”
Lula Davidson: "He hasn’t stopped the whole match no matter what happens.”
Jason Chase: “It’s like he finds the whole thing to be entertaining.”
::Amy and Michael both get to their feet and Amy kicks him in the back of the head from the side. Michael stumbles to the ropes and falls across the bottom rope. Amy runs over and looks for a slingshot leg drop across the back of his head but Michael moves out of the way and Amy bounces ass and hip first off the edge of the ring. She lands on her feet on the floor and staggers to the railing clutching at her hip. Michael grabs the top rope and jumps over to the apron and then pops up onto the middle rope for an Asai moonsault. Amy looks up and Michael comes down out of his moonsault for a ddt on the floor. The crowd gasps as Michael stands up, grinning and Amy looks up from the floor, bleeding from the forehead. Michael pulls her up to her feet and bounces her face first off the railing. Amy staggers back, bleeding heavily. Michael grabs her from behind and tosses her into the ring. He follows in and pulls her back up, shrugging to the booing crowd. Amy pulls him down into an inside cradle again.::
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KICKOUT!!!
::Michael pops up and grabs her arm for an armbar. Amy rolls through into a victory roll.::
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KICKOUT!!!
::Michael looks to pull her up again and Amy kicks him under the chin. Michael staggers back and Amy hits a step-up enziguri that drops Michael to all fours. Amy grabs him in a half nelson cradle.::
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KICKOUT!!!
::Amy staggers up and goes to the corner. Michael moves in behind her and blasts her in the back of the head with a forearm shot. Amy falls against the top rope and Michael begins choking her across the rope. The referee quickly begins counting for the break.::
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::He calls on Michael to give the break but Michael doesn’t bother to answer. The referee begins counting again.::
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::The referee calls for the bell and Michael releases Amy allowing her to fall to the mat clutching at her throat and coughing hard.::
Lula Davidson: "What was that?”
Jason Chase: “I… have no idea.”
Lula Davidson: "Was that his idea of fun?”
Jason Chase: “With him? You never know.”
Jamie Hensley: “Your winner, by disqualification, the UWA Television Champion, Amy Zing!”
::Michael drops to his back and rolls quickly beneath the bottom rope and begins to back up the ramp way. Suddenly, as he got about halfway up that strange smile which had been on his face the whole match seemed to....disappear. Melted slowly off his face to be replaced by a blank expression. Not exactly emotionless, just blank.
When Michael gets to the top of the ramp to the stage someone bursts through the curtain and drives a forearm into the back of his skull sending Michael staggering forward the edge of the stage.::
Lula Davidson: "It's Silver Baron! I think he's had about enough of the shit that’s happening to him.”
Jason Chase: “And he may have bitten off more then he can chew.”
::Whether it was because he was taken by surprise or some other factor, Michael doesn't seem to be fighting back at Silver Baron throws hard right hands into the head and sides of The morning Star. With Michael teetering precariously near the edge of the stage Baron suddenly grabs Michael by the side of the hair and launches him off the stage.::
Lula Davidson: "Oh my god! He threw him off the stage!”
Jason Chase: “He has to be....HOLY SHIT!”
Lula Davidson: "DID I JUST SEE THAT?!”
::What they were speaking of, was when Michael was thrown hard off the stage he moved with the momentum and actually flipped in midair ending up on his feet on the floor and looking up at the disbelieving and seething Silver Baron.
Baron moves to jump down himself but Michael takes a bow, like a opera superstar would after a show, full fluid bow and then turns and darts through the curtains to the back. Baron lets out a yell of rage and frustration as he jumps down to the floor and gives chase.::
Lula Davidson: "I heard he was atheletic but....damn.”
Jason Chase: “I feel sorry for Baron actually.”
Lula Davidson: "Not me. It's not going to be pretty when he gets his hands on Michael Rivers.”
::The camera shifts to a quick break with an ad for Redbull and then shifts back. The camera is already on a walking Sentinel as he heads through the backstage area, title over his shoulder. It's difficult to read him just from his expression except to say that he looks quite focused.::
Lula Davidson: "Welcome back, fans. If you're just tuning in, earlier tonight saw Sentinel calling out Vince Jones, but getting something else entirely."
::There's a brief replay of Olivier Georgio's message to the World Heavyweight Champion and said champion's displeasure with the comments from the UWA Owner.::
Jason Chase: “Must be why he looks so sour right now. Guess if the boss called me on being a butt-head, I'd be moping, too."
Lula Davidson: "He has. Several times. Nevertheless, I wonder where Sentinel is going?"
::Exiting the arena, Sentinel walks across the parking area toward, as we see when the camera pans around, a large black SUV. As he approaches, a massive man exits from one of the rear doors, standing an inch or two above Sentinel himself. In a black suit and sunglasses, bald as birth, the man nods to Sentinel who does not respond in any form. The door is kept open, however, and Sentinel enters the SUV while the bald fellow remains outside save to speak into a headset hidden in his right ear.::
Bald Man: "He's here."
Lula Davidson: "I think I know that voice..."
Jason Chase: “I'm bored already. Time for the next match yet?"
::The cameras then, with nothing else to see here, cut back to the backstage area. Backstage, Bethany Kenyon stands near a door, talking on her phone.::
Bethany Kenyon: “Jezzy, don’t worry. He’s not coming after us, he’s just messing with…”
::She pauses, shaking her head at the answer she receives.::
Bethany Kenyon: “Jezzy, Jezzy, it’s ok… really… it’s…”
::The phone seemingly cuts out and Bethany looks worriedly at it.::
Bethany Kenyon: “Jezzy?”
::She shakes her head, looking upset and borderline distraught.::
Bethany Kenyon: “Shit…”
::As she starts down the hallway she stops at the sight of her younger sister, UWA North American Champion Ashley Kenyon, standing in front of her, arms crossed.::
Bethany Kenyon: “Ash?”
::Ashley nods, unamused.::
Ashley Kenyon: “Oh, NOW, you remember I’m here…”
::Bethany stares at her sister, stunned disbelief written all over her face.::
Bethany Kenyon: “Ash, what’s going on with you?”
::Ashley can’t believe what she’s hearing.::
Ashley Kenyon: “Don't insult me…”
Bethany Kenyon: “Ash…”
::Ashley raises her hand to stop her sister.::
Ashley Kenyon: “Save it, Bethy, not buying… not anymore…”
::She turns to walk away and Bethany cocks her head in shock.::
Bethany Kenyon: “Ash… Ash, wait!”
::Ashley keeps walking and Bethany starts to reach out a hand.::
Bethany Kenyon: “Ash… please… don’t…”
::Ashley keeps walking, turning a corner and leaving her sister just standing there. The camera focused a moment on Bethany before shifting back to the ringside area.::
Jamie Hensley: “The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from New Orleans, Louisiana and weighting in at Two hundred pounds....He is Cole....HUNTER!”
::The lights go out and Marilyn Manson's "Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)" starts. A strobe effect playing in time to the riff to allow all eyes to find Cole Hunter standing in the shadows of the entranceway, smirking cruelly. At 0.56, he starts to walk forward, his hands outstretched as if to invite everyone in close to him. He raises his hands up and folds them into a gun shape bringing the "barrel" up to his lips. He kisses it and then points it around to the fans as if to say "I could have you... or you... or you..." He steps into the ring and makes his way to a corner, facing the entranceway, waiting for his next victim to arrive as the lights come back up.::
Lula Davidson: "This man has been nothing but a virus since coming to U.W.A.!”
Jason Chase: “Hey! He spent the first few months doing nothing!”
Lula Davidson: "Just because we didn't know it was him at the time, doesn't mean that it suddenly didn't happen!”
Jason Chase: “....Hmm. True.”
Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent from Salem, Oregon and weighing in at One hundred and Twenty pounds. She is The Harbinger of the Children of Nephilim......Danika.....BAYNE!”
::The lights of the arena go out and the strange Latin chants of Ave Satani begin to play over the PA system. The arena stays in darkness as the chant continues until a faint chime is heard and one spotlight appears on one side of the ramp-way showing Ananiel. Then as the chant begins again, another spot light appears showing Ramiel. each wearing black Cassocks.
As the song kicks into high gear and the chanting is joined by music the black robed form of Danika Bayne rises from below the stage between the two praying brothers. As if she was rising from the depths of hell itself Danika stands perfectly still the light of the spotlights shining off her white mask.
When the lights come back on the three of them walk down the rampway. When they get to the ring the twins lift Danika up onto their shoulders and she steps onto the apron and twists between ropes into the ring where she rips open and off the gown to reveal her ring gear.::
Lula Davidson: "Miss Bayne may be crazy but I had a chance to speak to Silver Baron last week and he says the woman hits like a mack truck.”
Jason Chase: “Not and tough. Nice.”
Lula Davidson: "And smart, so you are triply out of luck.”
Jason Chase: “Har har har.”
::Hunter and Bayne both come to the center of the ring where Danika immediately begins to jaw at him. The camera was to far away to make out actual words, but caught what looked like her saying “Devil”, “Want” and “now?” and cole nods happily. His grin as crazy at the man who was out before them.
Danika rears back and throws a hard right hand into the face of Cole who staggers back holding his jaw and his head snaps back to Danika with a mixture of amusement and respect playing across his face as he rubs the spot on his jaw.::
Lula Davidson: "Looks like he got a little taste.”
Jason Chase: “And now it's his turn.”
::Cole rushes forward and knows that Danika is gonna wanna show off that right hand of hers, so when she throws the punch he ducks under it and slides on a single knee until he pops up behind her. When Danika turns around he grabs her beneath the underarms and launches her into the air into the corner. Danika is in the corner no more then a heartbeat before Cole is on her.
Showing that twisted, sadistic side Cole mercilessly begins to hammer her with hard right hands of his own and then lifts his leg and places his boot beneath her jaw and using the ropes for leverage begins to choke the smaller woman out.::
Jason Chase: “Hunter needs to be careful here. He could get DQ'd like our last match.”
Lula Davidson: "I don't think he cares, as long as he gets to make someone suffer.”
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::Finally just before the five count Cole breaks the hold leaving Danika to fall into the corner holding her throat. Her break however is short lived as Cole comes in again and pulls her up by the hair. With one hand on her chin he begins to bend her backwards, her back arching and chest sticking out. Cole's other hand reaches to her side, at the hip and he leans in. The camera just close enough to hear it now.::
Cole Hunter: "A promise unfulfilled, the Light Bringer's appearance remains shrouded in the abyss of mystery. Will the revelation remain enigmatic or will the glorious power be wrought upon those of us that might see what is offered?"
Lula Davidson: "This is disgusting. This isn't a match he is molesting her on television!”
Jason Chase: “And....i am envious!”
::The referee seems to agree as he grabs Cole's shoulder and begins to pull him backwards. Cole looks over, outraged the man had the nerve to touch him, and that’s when Danika acted. With Cole between her and the referee she grabs his shoulder and lunges forward driving her knee hard up between his legs.
Cole's eyes suddenly widen as Danika spins him and her around so he is in the corner and she is out. Cole leans off the turnbuckles to come out of the corner when Danika arches her hip and kicks backwards kicking him square in the jaw. Not a super kick, but a mule kick variation. The kick sends Cole into the ropes and over them spilling to the apron.::
Lula Davidson: "Oh! What a kick!”
Jason Chase: “....I think that dislocated my jaw from here.”
::Cole immediately begins to use the ropes to pull himself up, still supporting his poor tenders. When he gets to his feet Danika jumps up onto the turnbuckle and uses it to springboard out of the ring where she sails over Hunter, grabs him around the neck and falls to the floor driving a diving reverse DDT into the apron as she falls.
Danika ends up kneeling on the floor with a satisfied little smirk on her face as Cole rolls from the apron to the floor with thud. Danika slowly climbs to her feet and begins to put the boots to the downed Cole, but to the credit of Mister Hunter he begins to rise in the midst of this.::
Lula Davidson: "Gotta give it to him, Cole Hunter has a hell of a pain tolerance.”
Jason Chase: “He can take it as good as he dishes it.”
::When Danika throws one final kick the now half standing Cole locks her into a T-Bone position, but instead of a suplex he spins and launches her side first into the steel barricade. Danika hits the barricade hard, her back arched and yelling in pain. Cole, gingerly, crosses the floor to her and pulls her up by the hair where he takes a handful of her hair in one hand and the back of the top of her ring gear in the other, spins a full circle and spears her shoulder first into the barricade.
Danika hits the barricade and again yells out, rolling onto her side holding her shoulder. Cole doesn't let up as he pulls Danika to her feet by the hair and lifts the much smaller woman into a gorilla press position over his head and allows her to drop the full six feet and come crashing chest and shoulder first atop the barricade.::
Lula Davidson: "Oh come on! He's just punishing her now!”
Jason Chase: “and the referee is giving them a lot of freedom here.”
::Once again Cole pulls Danika up by the hair, almost lazily and then whips her across the where she slams into the ring post. Danika hits the ring post and seems to be using it to hold herself up. Behind her cole lets out a yell and sprints forward to crush her between himself and the pole but Danika shoves herself away from the pole and Hunter slams into it face first.
Cole staggers away from the pole as Danika, from where she was now kneeling pulls herself up and leaps, landing precariously on the barricade and then leaps again, driving her foot into the back of his head, driving his head into the steel post again.::
Lula Davidson: "Oh come on! Where is the referee!?”
Jason Chase: “My personal opinion?”
Lula Davidson: "Sure, it's probably gibberish, but sure.”
Jason Chase: “Cole stalked and assaulted Jeszika and now Jade and Freeman. Miss Bayne is the voice of the children. I think Oliver wants them to kill each other....and be free of them all.”
Lula Davidson: "That's....Actually well thought out. I'm impressed.”
::Danika pulls Cole to his feet and rolls him into the ring before sliding in gingerly herself. By the time she is able to pull herself to her feet Cole is also up. The two exchange hard right hands until finally Danika grabs one of the blows and bends Cole back with it. After the bend she yanks down and when Cole bends drives her leg up into his face.::
Lula Davidson: "INVERSION!”
Jason Chase: “Whatever that means!”
::Danika slides into the cover.::
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TWO!
THREE!
Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner.....Danika....Bayne!”
::As the twins pulled their Harbinger from the ring up on the top of the ramp Kyle Travis walked out to a surprising cheer from the crowd. In his left hand, braced up on his shoulder he had the crowbar he was known for, and in his right he held onto the ankle cuff of one of the ropes of the Children.
One of the children, freshly shaved and still burn marked was dragged bloody behind him onto the stage. Once he was fully out on the stage Kyle allowed the leg to drop limpy, but it was clear the man was breathing.
Kyle then shouted.::
Kyle Travis: “THATS ONE! A gift!”
::Kyle then laughed as he walked backstage as Danika and the twins walked up the ramp way. At the top of the ramp Danika looked down at the body with disgust and motions to the twins, who picked it up and the four of them disappeared behind the curtain.
Lula Davidson: "A message from Kyle Travis. Two can play mind games.
Jason Chase: “And I am loving every second of it!”
::The camera fades into the backstage area of the Mississippi Coliseum where Reno Banks can be seen pacing back and forth feverishly while Keshawn Jones watches him in amusement.::
Reno Banks: "I just can't believe this! I can't believe this at all! I mean after all the work, all the work I put in Vinnie J's gonna pull some damn stunt like this! I just don't get it!"
::Keshawn chuckles to himself with a slightly glazed over look on his face and begins shaking his head in disappointment with Reno's demeanor at the moment.::
Keshawn Jones: "Ya know somethin', Reno?"
::Reno immediately stops in his tracks and glares in the direction of Keshawn.::
Reno Banks: "What? What is it, KJ??"
Keshawn Jones: "Bruh, you just gotta relax sometimes..."
Reno Banks: "Oh really?? Really?? You want (points to himself) me to relax right now? Is that it?"
::Keshawn thinks to himself for a moment and then shakes his head.::
Keshawn Jones: "Yeah. I kinda do..."
::Reno Banks cocks his head to the side in disbelief at the words that are coming out of Keshawn's mouth at the moment.::
Reno Banks: "Relax?? Oh! That's real easy for you to say right about now! You're the guy on the outside looking in! You hear me?? I mean we call ourselves The Entourage and all; but, not all parts are created equal. I hope you realize that. I'm the guy behind the scenes makin' the moves , (points to his head) the brains of this whole outfit... if you will. I'm the guy whose been constantly pushing for Vinnie Jones to transcend to where he is right now! I'm the freakin' guy who got his ass signed with the UWA to begin with! So, with as much as Vince has riding on the line I'm right there along with him because I had just as much of a hand in his success or even more so!"
::Keshawn nods his head in agreement.::
Keshawn Jones: "You make some good points there, Reno. I'm not gonna argue with you on all that; but, I got a place here too."
::Reno Banks appears amused by Keshawn's retort.::
Reno Banks: "Oh, is that so?? Well, do tell."
Keshawn Jones: "I'm the guy that helps to keep him entertained, that keeps him level and shit, man. I get him those bitches, that Mary J, them drinks and shit, that club life, and a whole lot more, bruh! You don't even know!"
Reno Banks: "Oh my god! You been smokin' or somethin'??"
Keshawn Jones: "Matta fact I have..."
::Reno slaps himself in the face and shakes his head in disgust.::
Reno Banks: (under his breath) "Oh my god!"
Keshawn Jones: "What now??"
Reno Banks: "You just don't get it! (in a deliberate tone) You just don't get it! We could be on the verge of doing big things here in the UWA! We could be on the cusp of a Vince Jones title shot here! There's so much at stake right now yet you and your brother just go on and on without acknowledging any of that! If things had truly gotten out of hand at that Waffle House the other night how do you think that looks to the UWA front office, huh?? How do you think that would've looked? Now here we are at Monday Night Mayhem with Vince Jones apart of the main event and the man is yet to show up."
Keshawn Jones: "He told ya he'll be here!"
::Reno looks down at his rolex.::
Reno Banks: "But he's not here! He's not here!"
::All of a sudden a furious Vince Jones comes marching up next to Reno with Jasmine following along behind him. Reno turns towards Vince and just shakes his head.::
Reno Banks: "Well, its about..."
::Vince snatches Reno by the collar of his suit and slams him against the wall.::
Vince Jones: "Don't you even fuckin' start that shit! Aight?? It hasn't been the greatest day so far, bitch! A fuckin' Eastah bunny suit got swapped with Jonesy's ring gear and shit, an Eastah bunny suit!"
::Reno struggles to break free from Vince's grasp and he looks up at Vince in fury.::
Reno Banks: "Let's just have a good match out there tonight! Alright?"
::Vince stares a hole through Reno while Reno stands there unmoved by Vince's intimidation tactics at the moment.::
Reno Banks: "Don't mess this up for us!"
Vince Jones: "Us?? HA! Get da fuck outta here with all that shit!"
Reno Banks: "Its like I just finished telling your brother here. You've been successful around here, but don't forget that I've had just as much a hand in it as you have! So don't take where we are right now in the grand scheme of things lightly! Don't take all this for granted!"
Vince Jones: "You handle V's biz and shit, but don't pretend like you know what the fuck goes through V's mind on a day-to-day basis cuz you don't! You have absolutely have no clue, son!::
Reno Banks: "Just win, baby! Just win! Cuz we're gettin' close and the heat's only gonna get hotta from this point on! That's how it feels when you soarin'..."
::Vince motions for Reno to shut up as he pushes past him and makes his way down the hallway and the camera shifts to the ringside area once again.::
::Back in black immediately starts to play, as the stage lights begin to pulse to the beat. After the first guitar riff, Fraser Freeman comes out, and immediately raises his left arm in the air.::
“Back in black I hit the sack
I been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes I am
Let loose from the noose
That's kept me hanging about”
Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada, and weighs in at 252 pouds…Fraser Freeeeman!”
Lula Davidson: "Freeman made his return at Spring Slaughter and has been trying to reestablish himself here in the UWA.”
Jason Chase: “It looks like he wants to pick up where he left off with Vince Jones, but right now, he has Ashley Kenyon.”
::After a minute, Freeman begins to walk down to the ring. On the way down, he points to himself with his thumbs, and smirks.::
“I keep looking at the sky cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse cause I'll never die
I got nine lives cat's eyes
Using every one of them and runnin' wild
Cause I'm back”
::Freeman walks up the ring stairs, and steps in between the ropes. He takes off his tank top, before climbing up one of the turnbuckles, and once again raises his fist.::
“Yes I'm back well I'm back
Yes I'm back
Well I'm back back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black”
Lula Davidson: "Fraser Freeman looks to be in better shape than he was when he left.”
Jason Chase: “Too bad he may have been too late to save the Sin City Knights.”
::Slash's "World On Fire" starts up and the lights start dancing about. Ten seconds in, the main riff starts and Ashley Kenyon walks through the curtain, arms raised to accept whatever reaction she's gonna get. The North American Championship shines around her waist. Behind her Nikki Peltier looks a little concerned as she looks at the title.::
Lula Davidson: "Two weeks ago, Ashley apparently assaulted Tedman to reclaim her North American Championship.”
Jason Chase: “He never deserved it.”
Lula Davidson: "They never actually settled the matter.”
Jason Chase: “Ashley did.”
Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent, accompanied by Nikki Peltier, representing K.I.S.S., she resides in New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing at 135 pounds, the UWA North American Champion…Ashley Kennnyonnn!”
::She smirks and sashays down to the ring, making sure everybody's getting a good look as she goes. She steps up to the apron and shakes her ass before seductively bending over and slipping between the ropes into the ring. She walks to the center of the ring and wags a finger as if to say, "no touching," even as she nods contradictorily, egging the fans on to want more and more of whatever it is she's selling them. Ashley takes the UWA North American Championship title off her waist and throws it up in the air. Nikki claps, but looks a little concerned.::
Jason Chase: “That woman is the longest reigning champion in the UWA today. Second to her is the most dominant team in the UWA, Sang Réal.”
Lula Davidson: "It can be debated Ashley lost the title to Tedman considering their draw a few weeks ago.”
Jason Chase: “Ashley settled that debate.”
::Nikki takes the title from Ashley and steps outside the ring. The referee signals for the bell. Ashley and Freeman circle and lock up. Freeman has the advantage, pushing Ashley to the ropes. She slips through, forcing Freeman to break.::
Lula Davidson: "And this non-title match begins.”
Jason Chase: “Lets see if Freeman has any reign rust.”
::As soon as Freeman breaks, Ashley nails a cheap forearm shot to Double F and starts to connect with a few more forearm shots. She connects with a side Russian legsweep and goes for a pin. Nikki tries not to look upset at the cheap shot.::
Lula Davidson: "A cheap shot by Ashley Kenyon.”
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Jason Chase: “Love that aggression.”
::Freeman kicks out at two, slowly getting back to his feet. Ashley is right there to continue the attack, shooting Freeman into the ropes. Freeman reverses, shooting the North American Champion into the ropes and hits a running shoulder block.::
Lula Davidson: "A shoulder block by Fraser Freeman, who could put himself in line for a title shot with a win here tonight.”
Jason Chase: “If wins earned title shots, Amy Zing would not have stolen the Television Championship from deserving people on two occasions. Hell, why not give the shot to Dickie What’s-His-Name?”
Lula Davidson: "What?”
Jason Chase: “The guy who kept getting hit in the groin.”
::As Ashley gets to her feet, Freeman catches her and hoists her up into a scoop slam, and drops her down on the mat. A quick shot of the back reveals Ashley’s sister, Bethany, watching the match with Broderick Montgomery III looking on.::
Lula Davidson: "And there you see Bethany Keyon, Ashley’s sister, looking on.”
Jason Chase: “Watch how a winner wrestles.”
::Back in the ring, Freeman hooks the leg for a cover after the scoop slam, but Ashley manages to kick out before the referee is in position to make the count. Freeman is quick to his feet, catching Ashley with another scoop slam, dropping her onto the mat.::
Lula Davidson: "Freeman is showing no signs of ringrust here in the early goings.”
Jason Chase: “It’d be hilarious if he took all that time off and came back looking like some lumbering fat ass.”
::Freeman tries to keep the momentum on his side as he picks Ashley up off the mat, but she manages to connect with a forearm, causing his to release her. She follows up with a hard chop and a spinning kick to Freeman’s midsection. She shoots him into the ropes and catches him with a hurricanrana, grabbing his legs for a pin.::
Jason Chase: “There is that aggression Ashley’s been displaying recently.”
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Two…
Kickout!
Lula Davidson: "Ashley Kenyon manages to almost get a pin there, but Fraser Freeman kicked out.”
Jason Chase: “It won’t be enough.”
::Ashley manages to roll to her feet. She waits for Freeman to get to his feet, but Fraser is able to catch Ashley’s kick and spins her around, grabbing her in an atomic drop, then nails a knee to the gut and an elbow to the back of her head.::
Lula Davidson: "And Fraser Freeman showing some aggression of his own.”
Jason Chase: “I hate to admit it, but he doesn’t seem like he lost a step.”
::Fraser follows with an attempt at an elbow drop, but Ashley rolls out of the way and nails a spinning kick to Freeman, then shoots him into the corner. She charges in and connects with a dropkick.::
Jason Chase: “I spoke too soon.”
Lula Davidson: "Ashley Kenyon nails a dropkick to take control of this match.”
::Pulling Freeman out of the corner, Ashley stomps on him and pulls herself up the turnbuckle, connecting with a split-legged moonsault. She quickly goes for a pin.::
Lula Davidson: "A split-legged moonsault from Ashley Kenyon.”
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Two…
Thr…Kickout!
Jason Chase: “So close.”
::Ashley argues with the referee, about the count. Freeman manages to use the ropes to pick himself up. On the outside, Nikki watches on, but her reaction is hard to gauge.::
Lula Davidson: "Not close enough for Ashley, she thought she had it.”
::Having finally accepted that it was indeed not a three count, Ashley turns around and gets shot into the ropes. Freeman nails her with a big boot and follows with an elbow. He quickly goes for the cover, trying to end the match.::
Lula Davidson: "That distraction was all Fraser Freeman needed to try and retake control of this match.”
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Lula Davidson: "Freeman with a cover!”
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Th…kickout!
Lula Davidson: "And Ashley just manages to kickout.”
Jason Chase: “I will give Freeman credit, he’s trying.”
::Trying to keep the momentum going on his side, Freeman gives the signal for the Freefall.::
Lula Davidson: "Freeman looking to end this.”
::Double F pulls Ashley up and shoves her between his legs. He hoists her up, but the UWA North American Champion manages to counter by using the momentum to flip herself over Freeman and connects with a neckbreaker.::
Jason Chase: “Ashley Kenyon is not letting him it seems.”
Lula Davidson: "She used his own momentum and hits a neckbreaker.”
::As Freeman starts to pick himself up, Ashley shoots the ropes and connects with a low dropkick keeping him down. She shoots the ropes again and nails another low dropkick. She follows with a third and yells at Freeman to “Stay the hell down!”, then goes for a cover. Nikki tries to remain unemotional about Ashley.::
Lula Davidson: "Ashley Kenyon with a dropkick, and another, and another, now going for a cover, yelling at Fraser Freeman.”
One…
Jason Chase: “Got to love the aggression.”
Two…
Thr…shoulder up!
Lula Davidson: "Fraser Freeman is still in this match.”
Jason Chase: “I’m a bit surprised.”
::Pulling Freeman up, Ashley tries for an Irish whip, but Freeman holds on and pulls her into a belly-to-belly suplex, tossing her over his head. Trying to keep the attack going, Freeman pulls Ashley up and hoists her into a suplex.::
Lula Davidson: "Fraser Freeman just tossed the North American Champion like a ragdoll, and now following up with a suplex. Look at the strength of Fraser Freeman.”
Jason Chase: “I do not care who is doing it, or how many times I have seen it, I have to admit that it is always impressive to see how long someone can hold someone like that.”
::After what seems like a long time, but is in reality roughly 15 seconds, he finally falls back, dropping Ashley down on the mat. Freeman lays there for a moment before he rolls over and crawls on top of the UWA North American Champion for a pin attempt.::
Lula Davidson: "And he finally brings Ashley Kenyon down and now going for a cover.”
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Two…
Lula Davidson: "Does he have it?”
Th…Kickout!
Lula Davidson: "Ashley kicks out at two and a half.”
Jason Chase: “That was close.”
::Rolling off Ashley and pulling himself to the corner, Freeman gets to his feet, motioning for Ashley to get up.::
Lula Davidson: "Fraser Freeman looking for something big to try and put Ashley away.”
Jason Chase: “What do they need to do to put each other down? They defiantly need a big move here.”
::As Ashley Kenyon gets to her feet, Fraser Freeman charges in, going for a spear.::
Lula Davidson: "Here comes Freeman, looking for a spear.”
::Out of nowhere, Ashley nails him with The Kiss Off! Freeman’s head snaps back and he drops to the mat hard.::
Lula Davidson: "The Kiss Off!”
Jason Chase: “She nearly took his head off.”
::Ashley drops on top of him, hooking the leg for a pin.::
Lula Davidson: "Ashley with a pin…”
One…
Two…
KICKOUT!
::Ashley looks down in disbelief and then quickly rolls out of the ring to the floor where she grabs her title and begins to walk to the back but both the referee and Nikki try and stop her. After a brief argument she throws an arm into the ring and heads back toward the ring. The referee talks to Nikki, trying to figure out what's happening.
Once in the ring Ashley looks back and sees the referee and Nikki and then looks back at the downed Fraser Freeman and suddenly grins. Ashley brings her own title up and smashes herself in the head with it and tosses it on the recovering Fraser.::
Lula Davidson: "Not like this Ashley!”
Jason Chase: “HAHAHA! It's brilliant!”
::The referee finishes with Nikkie and then comes back into the ring. He immediately sees Ashley on the mat bleeding and Fraser on his knees, groggy and holding the title and waves for the bell.::
Jamie Hensley: “....The referee has called for the disqualification.....so your winner by DQ.....Ashley Kenyon!”
Lula Davidson: "And Ashley Kenyon steals the win!”
::Nikki enters the ring and tries to help Ashley up, but all she seems to care about is the North American Championship as she grabs the title from Nikki and leans against the ropes, holding the title up. She holds the title against her chest as the referee raises her arm in victory.::
Lula Davidson: "Nikki trying to check on Ashley and all she seems to care about is the title.”
Jason Chase: “Ashley is a proud champion and she should care about the title.”
::Ashley rolls out of the ring, still holding the title to her chest. Nikki shakes her head and then follows after her. In the back, Bethany doesn’t seem to have a reaction to her sister. In the ring Freeman is pleading his case to the referee, trying to tell him he doesn't do that kind of stuff, but the referee just shakes his head and Freeman walks toward the back seething.::
Jason Chase: “You can tell Bethany is jealous of her sister, the seemingly superior Kenyon.”
Lula Davidson: "Bethany was a proud champion.”
Jason Chase: “Just saying, Ashley still has her title.”
::Post-match, cameras cut back to the parking area where, as expected, the SUV remains...as does the giant of a man standing next to it. After a few moments of anticipation, the door opens and Sentinel steps out with a glass of something dark in hand which he finishes and hands to the bald man without glancing at him. Grudgingly, the man takes it as, also exiting via the same door, is a dark-haired woman who is, in a word, stunning.::
Jason Chase: “Aaaaaand I'm interested again."
Lula Davidson: "Who IS that?"
Jason Chase: “Can't talk. Staring."
::The woman's dwarfed next to Sentinel, who turns to speak to her as she comes to a stop behind him.::
Sentinel: "I haven't agreed to anything yet."
::Smiling slightly, the woman speaks with a gentle yet obvious Italian accent.::
Woman: "The lines of communication are open again. That is all we sought."
::Nodding noncommittally, Sentinel takes the woman's hand as it is offered and presses his lips briefly to the back of it. She accepts the gesture with but a slight pinkening of her cheeks before re-entering the SUV after the bald man opens the door. Once she is inside, he turns to the champion and beneath the shades his expression hardens a little.::
Bald Man: "You get too familiar with Her Grace, Bestia."
Sentinel: "You'd rather I just be a rude asshole like you are, Alessandro?"
Alessandro: "Go to hell."
Sentinel: "Been there, done that."
::With a laugh, Sentinel turns and re-enters the building while Alessandro, glaring after him, re-enters the SUV which leaves the area.::
Lula Davidson: "Lines of communication? Her Grace? What's this all about?"
Jason Chase: “I lost interest once the woman was out of sight. But it sounds like Sentinel's got something going on the side. I mean, did you SEE her? I wouldn't kick her outta my bed."
Lula Davidson: "I don't think it has anything to do with what your pig mind could envision, Jason."
::Camers cut away to somewhere else backstage, Craig Bush of the Five kneels amongst some backstage guys pitching pennies at a wall near the kitchen.::
Craig Bush: “Let ‘er rip boys, I got this one and I know it!”
::He fires his off and it comes in about midway through, the other guys all cheer and nod to him. He pays off all the side bets and shakes his head.::
Craig Bush: “Whatcha guys say, double or nothing?”
::The first worker chuckles.::
Worker: “Y’all already said that three times, Kid. Quit while you still got clothes on!”
::The workers start walking away while Craig just stands there looking forlorn.::
Craig Bush: “Aw, come on, guys…”
::As Craig stands there shaking his head, a shadow falls across him in the hallway. He turns to see what’s there and Fraser Freeman belts him in the mouth. Craig falls back against the wall and Fraser grabs him with both hands by the lapels.::
Lula Davidson: "Freeman was just out here! He must have been on his way back to his locker room!”
Jason Chase: “This isn't going to be good.....”
::He tosses Craig across the hallway and Craig bounces off what looks like garage door. He falls to the ground and Fraser grabs him by the hair and collar. He throws Craig across the hallway and Craig bounces face first off the wall. Fraser grabs him from behind and spins him, running him face first through the glass window next to the garage door. Security starts running in as Fraser steps back, his hands raised, Craig lying across the window threshold unconscious.::
Lula Davidson: "Good God, what an impact!”
Jason Chase: “Fraser Freeman isn’t playing this time, is he?”
Lula Davidson: "How much of that do you think was because of Ashley?”
Jason Chase: “A fair bit I would imagine, now go ahead and ask me how much I think she cares.”
::The camera then shifts to the ringside area once again.::
Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, wrestling out of Hollywood, California and weighing in at 215 pounds, “The Photographer” BOB BROOKS!!!”
::Can't Stop begins to play, and shortly after 'Photographer' Bob Brooks walks out from backstage. He's carrying a large tripod with a camera perched on top over his shoulder, similar to how some baseball players might carry their baseball bat. Bob walks towards the ring, his eyes looking up at the lights above, then around the ring, making himself familiar with the setting. He makes it to the ring, but instead of stepping inside he walks around it, looking for the perfect spot. Finally he finds a spot he finds ideal, and sets his tripod down. Now Bob takes his time fiddling with the camera itself, making sure it's pointed towards the ring at an angle that won't miss any of the action, he isn't about to rely on anyone else to capture the action for him. Once Bob has convinced himself he's got the perfect set up, he slides into the ring.::
Lula Davidson: "Bob Brooks has looked much more serious lately.”
Jason Chase: “He’s this close to his goal...”
Lula Davidson: "You really think it’s because Lacey Roberts said she might sleep with him?”
Jason Chase: “No might about it, Lula, and for that? Many would give their begotten sons for that piece of democracy!”
Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent, wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 225 pounds, THE SILVER BARON!!!”
::The lights dim down and a single spotlight is shown at the stage, as 'Look Pimpin begins' but Silver Baron doesn't come down with his girls. He comes through the curtain next to the stage on the floor and looks more then a little irritated as he walks toward the ring.::
Lula Davidson: "You think he spent all of this time looking for Michael?”
Jason Chase: “Looks that way, and it doesn't look like he's had much luck either.”
Lula Davidson: "You have to wonder what that has done to his mindset.”
Jason Chase: “As if he's not unhinged enough?”
::The bell sounds and the two men face off, locking-up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Bob tries for an armbar and Baron side steps into a waistlock. Baron slides one arm up for a half nelson. He tries for a suplex but Bob gets his leg in the proper position to block it. Baron releases his grip and blasts Bob in the back of the head with a forearm shot. Bob falls forward and Baron re-takes the waistlock and slips in the half nelson again. He launches Bob over for a half nelson suplex and Bob hits the mat hard. Baron jumps over and takes a half nelson, rolling over into a cradle.::
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
::Both men get up and Baron looks for a front facelock. Bob tries to duck out but Baron is too fast and grabs it, looking for a guillotine. Bob grabs Baron and pops his hips for a bridging northern lights suplex.::
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1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
::Baron pops up and gives Bob the pimp hand. Bob staggers, clutching at the side of his face and Baron jumps onto his back, sinking the hooks in. He tries for a rear naked choke and Bob throws his legs out, smashing Baron flat on his back on the mat. Biob lies there for the cover.::
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2…
SHOULDER UP!!!
::Baron rolls Bob back into a bridging pin as if he’d hit a German suplex.::
1…
2…
BOB GRABS THE ROPES!!!
::Baron releases his grip and spins into a head butt to the groin. Bob’s eyes go wide in pain and Baron grabs his legs, pulling him away from the ropes before flipping over into a bridging cover.::
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2…
BOB POWERS UP INTO A BACKSLIDE!!!
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2…
BARON FLIPS THROUGH INTO A FRONT FACELOCK ON THE MAT!!!
::Baron squeezes looking for the submission while Bob reaches out for the ropes again. He grabs the bottom one and the referee counts for the break.::
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3…
4…
Lula Davidson: "I didn’t think Baron was gonna give him that clean break.”
Jason Chase: “He can surprise you sometimes.”
Lula Davidson: "I never expected these two to keep it on the mat so much.”
Jason Chase: “See!”
::Baron drops an elbow and then takes the front facelock again. Bob grabs the ropes and Baron pulls him off, standing up as they go. Halfway up, Bob pulls him down into an inside cradle.::
1…
2…
REVERSAL!!!
1…
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REVERSAL!!!
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2…
REVERSAL!!!
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2…
KICKOUT!!!
::Both men get to their feet and Baron looks for a spinning heel kick. Bob ducks it and Baron splats himself on the mat. He pops up to all fours and as he gets back to his feet, Bob grabs him from behind and throws him over into a German suplex. They hit hard and Bob rolls looking for a second one. As they get up, Baron drills him in the mouth with an elbow and reverses the waistlock. He drills Bob with a German suplex, then rolls, holding on and hits a second one. He rolls, holding on and hits a third, this time adding a bridge for the pin attempt.::
Lula Davidson: "What....was that?!”
Jason Chase: “What was what?”
Lula Davidson: "I thought I saw something on the ramp. Huh....guess not.
1…
2…
SHOULDER UP!!!
::Baron and Bob both get up and Baron grabs him for a big forearm shot. Bob grimaces and Baron goes for the Playa-Bomb. As he lifts for the Playa-Bomb the painted face of Michael appears under the bottom rope as he jumps up onto the apron. Baron's eyes widden and he loses focus for a splid second as they go up, Bob manages to push off of Baron, flip and land with the P.S.D. Baron hits hard and Bob rolls him over for the cover, hooking the leg.::
1…
2…
3!!!
Lula Davidson: "How in the hell did he do that?”
Jason Chase: “I… have no idea...”
Lula Davidson: "You think that’ll impress Lacey?”
Jason Chase: “I think he owes that to Michael more then to Lacey! And he didn't even touch him!”
Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner, BOB BROOKS!!!”
::Brooks heads to the back with his arms raised in victory as Baron recovers from the P.S.D. Enough to roll out of the ring and throws the apron up to reveal.....nothing under the ring. Baron moves along to each side of the ring looking under it growing more angry with each passing second that he was finding nothing.
When he reached the final side he stood up with a angry but confused expression when the tron lit up. On it was someone who was standing in the crowd. His face was painted like The Red Skull but it was clearly Michael.::
Michael Rivers: “Violence...will not serve Thee Silver Baron. SILVER BARON'S brand of violence is useless. Do you understand my child. SILVER BARON.....cannot defeat me. Do you understand? CAN you understand?”
Lula Davidson: "NO ONE UNDERSTANDS YOU! Freak.....”
Jason Chase: “....i might....”
::The microphone static as it dropped to the ground and Baron immediately jumps the barricade and heads into the crowd franticly looking around and heading finally into the concession area with a camera in hot pursuit. When he reaches the concession area Baron is shoving people this way and that out of his way until finally it was the tug of a little boy on his ringgear that brought him to a stop. Baron looks down with a lifted brow.::
Boy: “Hi. I was asked to give you this......”
::The little boy handed Baron up a photo of himself but the face had been scratched out carefully by a razer blade.::
Baron: “Who gave this to you!”
Lula Davidson: "He carved off his face....thats so creepy....”
Jason Chase: “No, he didn't....
::The little boy pointed to one of the ticket booths where Michael, in full Red Skull paint stood inside. Baron immediately ran to it and found the door to the booth was locked. He slammed his hands off the plexiglass and Michael only smiled.::
Michael: “You will understand someday. Until then.....”
::Michael actually leaned into the plexiglass and kissed the spot Baron had kissed and then threw the door to the outside of the area, in the back of the booth open and disappeared outside. By the time Baron got outside, Michael was gone and the camera shifted back to the ringside area.::
Lula Davidson: "What the hell was that about?!”
Jason Chase: “We will know more as time goes on, I will, for now, keep my opinions to myself. Now, we have business.”
Lula Davidson: "Ah yes....now we come to the main event. Six man tag team action!”
Jason Chase: “You know, have you noticed how angry Sentinel has been lately? Like he's unhinged.”
Lula Davidson: "Or coming that way, yes.”
Jamie Hensley: “This is your main event and is a six man tag team match. Introducing first at a combined weight of Seven hundred and thirty-six pounds. They are the team of Sang Real......”
::The arena lights go out. “Requiem” by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra & Metallica begin to play. Golden sparks rain from the ceiling, illuminating Connor Murphy, who is standing and looking up with his arms and the UWA Tag Team Championship belt raised in the air, and Gabriel Krown, who is on one knee in front of Murphy, looking up and his arms raised as he holds the title up into the air. The lights come back on.
Krown gets to his feet, shouldering the title, and spins a bit, his robe flying behind him as he turns to stand next to Murphy, who keeps the title held up before draping it over his shoulder. The two men walk to the ring, ignoring the jeers and boos from the crowd.
The two men climb the stairs and walk along the apron before entering the ring. In the middle of the ring, the two strike the same pose as they did at the entrance. Krown gets to his feet and the two climb the turnbuckles to pose, raising the titles high above the crowd. Dismounting, the two hand the titles to the referee as they move to their corner and take their robes off.::
Jamie Hensley: “And The Violence....VINCE JONES!”
::A loud gunshot is heard blasting over the loudspeakers and throughout the arena. Next the sound of a live electrical current can be heard pulsing through the air as the voice of 2Pac breaks the silence.::
"Yo we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A.
Bruh whatever you killahs want we bringing it
Thug Luv, bitch what time is it?
I don't give a fuck where you lay at
It's time to slay these bitch ass killahs
They ain't even knowing what type of killahs we is
Where my thugs at?
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, I know you mahfuckas been waiting for this shit for a long time
Well here it is here it is what you gone do with it"
::Bizzy Bone takes over with the lyrics on the track as Vince Jones suddenly bursts through the entryway curtains armed with his black, Louisville slugger baseball bat. Jasmine appears through the entryway curtains and follows close behind him. Vince Jones makes his way to the edge of the rampway, raises his arms and the baseball bat over his head, and flashes the hand sign of his old New York street gang, the EDW.::
"Well I must be close to the Armageddon
Lord You know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson
You brought and am I stressing it softly"
::Vince Jones slowly makes his way down towards ringside while antagonizing and provoking each and every last person in the stands that he can during his stroll.::
"Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted
Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level
They can't stop me or drop me killah they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war
Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror for what the did it all pause for the cause
And I fin to pull a nine or pistol little killa
Wit mine fuck dem killas it's on
All y'all fall Bizzy gettin' bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me Lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone killa believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin' up over Cleveland"
::Vince Jones reaches and enters the ring. He immediately climbs up to the middle turnbuckle where he raises his arms and the Louisville slugger in the air, and flashes the hand sign of the EDW once again.::
"Ha ha ha what's poppin' killa? Put your motherfucking
Hand on your strap killa, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or be like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me killa and you better kill me thug life baby"
::After taking in and literally feeding off of the hatred from the crowd he climbs down from the turnbuckle and readies himself for battle as the theme music slowly fades out.::
"Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv"
Lula Davidson: "The current Tag Team Champions and.....”
Jason Chase: “MA BOY! The next World Champion!”
Lula Davidson: "I think Sentinel may have something to say about that.”
Jamie Hensley: “And their opponents. At a combined weight of Six hundred and Seventy pounds. They are the team of The Cornbread Mafia.....”
::Jackyl “Rock-A-Ho” hits the Pa System and the two good ol boys walk through the curtian to a huge cheer from the crowd. Their grins are lopsided, but they eat up the love of the crowd and wait for their partner to arrive.::
Jamie Hensley: “And The Silent Destroyer.....SENTINEL!”
::Sentinal is the last to join his comrades on the entrance ramp, as the team of Murphey, Krown, and Jones wait in the ring, poised and ready for a brawl. They walk down the entrance ramp in almost a stationary soldier-like march. That walk turns to a run as they races to the ring...but Murphey strikes first, taking out Shawn with a springboard clothesline!::
Lula Davidson: "They wasted no time!”
Jason Chase: “They trashed their locker room. Do you blame them!”
::Cameron goes to pull Murphey off of Shawn, but Vince Jones joins the fray, blindsing Cameron with a Mafia Kick, Cameron stumbles into the guardrail. Sentinal starts in Krown, and it's all out bedlam at ringside!::
Lula Davidson: "The referee needs to get some order!”
Jason Chase: “Let them brawl!”
::Vince Jones goes to Irish whip Cameron into the steel steps, but Cameron reverses , dropping chest first to the floor upon the whip, forcing Jones into and over the steel steps with violent impact! Meanwhile, Krown has gotten the better of a punching exchange with Sentinal, which he caps off with a thudding bicycle kick! Shawn has recovered, and is having his way with Murphey.::
Lula Davidson: "Cornbread and Sentienl turning the tides here. If you can call it that.”
Jason Chase: “NO! Is jonesy hurt!”
::The Referee is able to regain order and ushers the teams to their respective corners. Jones and Cameron are deemed the legal men, and Cameron scrapes up Jones looking to finish what he started. He whips him under the bottom rope, and slides in after him. Jones has made it up to his knees, but eats a boot, he falls onto his back, and Cameron pulls him back to his feet by his arm, but Jones sneaks in a eye poke!
Jones tees off with snap jabs to the skull of Cameron, grabs his right arm, twists it up into a Hammerlock, and pins Deapool's other free arm behind his back as he tags in Krown. Krown takes his free shot with a brutal right hook to the liver of Cameron. Krown boots him in the stomach, and then shoots him off into the ropes, and catches him with a clothesline on the return that nearly turns him inside out. He goes for a lateral press pin.::
1....
2...
::Cameron springs out immediately. Krown brings Cameron up to his feet, and tags out immediately to Murphey, who springs off the top rope and dropkicks Cameron in the chest. The agile Murphey blasts off into the ropes, and lands a Final Fantasy! Cameron drops, and Murphey eases up behind him, waiting for him to stand. Cameron rises, and Murphey attempts a CROSS BODY!......::
Lula Davidson: "Here comes one of the Tag Champs!
Jason Chase: “Come on Murphy.....OH!
::Murphey lands stomach first, and Cameron dives out to his corner and Tags in Shawn! Shawn stalks in, loads up, and drops Murphey with a stiff right hook!
He goes for the pin.::
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
::Shawn pulls Murphey up and shoots him off into the ropes. Shawn leaps, and lands a picture perfect flying shoulder block on the return. He picks up Murphey, and takes him over with a snapmare. With Murphey sitting up, Shawn shoots off into the ropes and drills Murphey's face with a dropkick. He then tags in Sentinal.::
Lula Davidson: "And here comes the big dog!”
Jason Chase: “Run Murphy! Run!”
::Sentinal climbs the turnbuckle, and leaps off of the second rope with an Axe Handle elbow drop. Sentinal scoops up Murphey, and deposits him back to the mat with a spinebuster. Sentinal surprisingly plays to the crowd for a little, and then goes for another elbow drop on the the downed Murphey....
Sentinal crashes and burns, but springs up immediately. Murphey however tries to counter with a Tornado DDT! Sentinal goes down, and Murphey manages to roll to his back, kips up onto Sentinals's shoulder, and takes him over with a picture perfect Hurricanrana!::
Lula Davidson: "Murphy building some momentum here!”
Jason Chase: “Let's hope he can keep it!”
::A pumped up Murphey tags back in Vince Jones, who immediately dropkicks the knees of the Silent Destroyer.
Sentinal drops to one knee, and Jones backs into the ropes, but when he goes to to run at Sentinal, he's picked up and put down with a thunderous Sidewalk Slam!::
BOOM!
::He goes for the cover::
1...
2...
::Krown breaks up the pin the kicking the skull of Sentinal!::
Lula Davidson: "Krown saves the match!”
Jason Chase: “Get up Jonsey!”
::Sentinal, more angered than hurt, jumps to his feet and Immediately gets in the face of Krown! Murphey goes to intervene, but gets knocked through the ropes by Shawn! While Shawn is dealing with Murphey, Cameron steps in and shoves Krown.
Jones takes advantage of the conflict to Clothesline both Sentinal and Cameron from behind! Cameron flies through the ropes, while Sentinal latches onto the top rope. Jones goes to jump from the top rope, but by now, Sentinal, who has regained his posture on the apron, kicks the rope, which causes Jones to go flying to the outside....
...And right into the arms of Cameron.::
Lula Davidson: "See Jones tried to be sneaky!”
Jason Chase: “That's just how we roll!”
Vince Jones tries to elbow the ribs of Cameron, but Cameron smiles menacingly and shakes his head. He then tosses Vince backwards over his head in a mighty show of strength that laves Cameron on a knee breathing hard. Jones slams into the barricade.
Shawn manages to get back on the ropes and Sentinel marches over and tags as the two of them move to the ropes look at one another and then sprint back toward the other side of the ring only to rebound and leap over the top rope landing on Conner and Murphy who were checking on Jones.::
Lula Davidson: "The champ flies!”
Jason Chase: “Wonders never cease.”
::Shawn, who is now the legal man pulls Murphy up and slides him into the ring as Sentinel pulls Conner up and begins to hammer him with right hands.::
Lula Davidson: "I think Shawn thinks Murphy is legal....”
Jason Chase: “And Ma boy just realized it!”
::Jones looks over at the pummeling Sentinel and then grins as he quietly mounts the top rope behind Shawn. Jones comes flying off the top rope slamming into Shawn with a neck cutter and then scrambles back to his feet and pulls murhphy up.::
Jason Chase: “MA BOY! He cares about his partners!”
Lula Davidson: "Yea, I don't think so.”
Jason Chase: “Then....”
::Jonsey uses Murphy like a lawn dart and launches him outside the ring and onto a surprised Sentinel and then drops into the cover of Shawn.::
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3!
Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner Vince Jones and Sang Real!”
Lula Davidson: "He used his own partner as a weapon......never seen that.”
Jason Chase: “Whatever it takes!”
::Jones quickly rolls from the ring and backs up the ramp making belt motions as Conner helps Murphy up and they limp up the rampway. Sentinel however is going ballistic! First he goes to the ring and rips the side of the apron off screaming in rage. When he reaches the ring of the ring he slams his fists down into the steel steps, then grabs them and launches them into the ring. Missing Shawn by inches.::
Lula Davidson: "I think Sentinel finally lost it.....”
Jason Chase: “....this is bad....”
::Sentinel slides into the ring seething as Cameron tries to calm the big man down, only to get shoved so hard he goes over the top rope and crashes to the floor with a shocked look. Sentinel then reaches down and pulls the steps up again and launches them out of the ring where they hit the ropes and bounce.
The stairs actually sail into the crowd and slam into the face of a fan who seemed to have been knocked out cold.::
Lula Davidson: "Oh my god......”
Jason Chase: “WE NEED A MEDIC OUT HERE NOW!”
::Chase, it seemed had completely broken “character” as he left the announce table and leapt over the barricade. The U.W.A. Logo flashes across the corner of the screen on Sentinel's face. No anger. No rage. No hate. His face over his face and his mouth slightly opened in horror.
As if the Champion was saying “Oh god, what have I done.”::