Post by UWAStaff on Apr 20, 2014 17:42:41 GMT -6
::The arena and televisions and Laptop computers around the world went dark as the opening chords of Disturbed's “I'm Alive” begin to play. As the opening chords continue the U.W.A. Logo flashed across the center of the tron/screens replaced briefly by the banner for Spring Slaughter.::
“Never again will I be dishonored
And never again will I be reminded
Of living within the world of the jaded
They kill inspiration
It's my obligation
To never again, allow this to happen
Where do I begin?
The choices are endless
Denying the sin
My art, my redemption
I carry the torch of my fathers before me.”
::As the words flowed through the speakers images of Aerynn Donnelly appear. Winning the U.W.A World Title and the appearance of The Children of Nephilim's Priestess and her cryptic warnings. Aerynn is shown being laid out by The Children and The Priestess taking the U.W.A. World Title.::
Woman: “This is the reason we are here. U.W.A.'s personal golden calf. All of this beautiful gold is affront to the true Master of our world. We present you a deal Oliver Georgio....This is the U.W.A. Title belt. Do not seek to rise above thyself and worship any Lord other then the true Lord. OUR Lord. As long as you follow this simple rule....you will never see us again.”
“The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away
There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice
To change myself, I'd rather die
Though they will not understand
I won't make the greatest sacrifice
You can't predict where the outcome lies
You'll never take me alive.”
There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice
To change myself, I'd rather die
Though they will not understand
I won't make the greatest sacrifice
You can't predict where the outcome lies
You'll never take me alive.”
::As of the song hits the speakers we are shown videos of Aerynn making her speeches about The Children. About now bowing down to their demands and standing up for what is right for U.W.A. Her verbal battles with Samuel and Oliver Georgio. Images flash between her talking in their offices to her in ring speech and finally ending with Aerynn making her ultimatum::
Aerynn: “Maybe this’ll put it inta perspective fer ye, Mr. Georgio. Either ye take a stand fer e’eryone on yer roster… Good an’ bad alike. Ye take a stand fer yer employees an’ fans.. Ye take a stand fer yerself… Or.. I walk. An’ leave ye wit’ no champion at all.”
“Change again, cannot be considered
I rage again, dispelling my anger
Where do I begin?
The choices are endless
My art, my redemption, my only salvation
I carry the gift that I have been blessed with
My soul is adrift in oceans of madness
Repairing the rift that you have created
I am not alone, brothers, give me your arms now.”
I rage again, dispelling my anger
Where do I begin?
The choices are endless
My art, my redemption, my only salvation
I carry the gift that I have been blessed with
My soul is adrift in oceans of madness
Repairing the rift that you have created
I am not alone, brothers, give me your arms now.”
::As these words played the image shifted from Aerynn to that of Broderick Montgomery slamming Talon into a wall by her hair and the back and forth between The Silent Destroyer and The All American Nightmare. Each image showing Brody getting more and more mocking and Sentinel becoming angrier with each clip.::
Brody: “Now your very....special....boyfriend can tell the world about his fake respect with his own mouth.”
“The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away
There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice
To change myself, I'd rather die
Though they will not understand
I won't make the greatest sacrifice
You can't predict where the outcome lies
You'll never take me alive.”
There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice
To change myself, I'd rather die
Though they will not understand
I won't make the greatest sacrifice
You can't predict where the outcome lies
You'll never take me alive.”
::Images are shown of Brody and Sentinel throwing blows and being separated by security and Oliver putting a none contact clause on them. Then finally Sentinel coming out with Jeszika by the throat and forcing Brody into the No DQ Falls Count Anywhere match. With the voice of the mystery woman speaking over the music.::
Mystery Woman: "Scream at the top of your lungs. Tell us how much you hate, Sentinel, knowing that that hate is seated within the fact that for all your success you've never beaten him. Disrespectful and unafraid, you shout your epithets to the heavens, daring the gods above to strike you down and laughing when they don't.
But your eyes should be facing forward instead. Demons don't dwell in heaven, fool."
“I'm no slave
Are you feeling brave?
Or have you gone out of your mind?
No more games
It won't feel the same
If I hold my anger inside
There's no meaning
My soul is bleeding
I've had enough of your kind
One suggestion, use your discretion
Before you label me blind.”
Are you feeling brave?
Or have you gone out of your mind?
No more games
It won't feel the same
If I hold my anger inside
There's no meaning
My soul is bleeding
I've had enough of your kind
One suggestion, use your discretion
Before you label me blind.”
::The words overlaid by images of Sang Real stealing their victory over the Cornbread Mafia and Kyle Travis and Jeszika Gautier fighting to a mutual count out and then continuing to fight even after that. Showing heated words spoken from Cornbread and Jeszika to their opponents.::
LD: "This is unbelievable! They stole this victory!"
JC: “They won fair and square!"
LD: "They cheated and we all know it and i think The Mafia may have something to say about it."
Jeszika Gautier: “Very true... And that I will.. Kyle Travis will regret the day he messed with me that's for sure.”
“I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive”
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive”
::The video takes one final look at all of them together back to back, each shoot coming faster then the last and then is finally replaced by the words.”Spring Slaughter.” and the camera sends the feed to the announce table.::
LD: "Welcome ladies and gentlemen! U.W.A. Is proud to present Spring Slaughter, Live on U.W.A. .Com! And what a night we have for you ladies and gentlemen!”
JC: “That's right! Not only are both K.I.S.S. And Dark Camelot both in action but they are in the same match!”
LD: "I figured you would be drooling over your boy Travis and your favorite piece of eye candy Jeszika Gautier in the same match.”
JC: “I hadn't even gotten that far yet! That's just to much awesome in one match!”
LD: "And we have Sentinel finally getting his hands on that unmitigated ass Broderick Montgomery.”
JC: “And we see our World Champion lose the belt she threatened to quit over.”
LD: "We agree to disagree there Jason, but we will see The Cornbread Mafia finally get their revenge on Sang Real!”
JC: “And of course Vince Jones takes on Skylar! One of them will no longer be undefeated after tonight!”
LD: "And Oliver Georgio answers the Champs demands.”
JC: “Let's jump into our first match!”
Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first from Staten Island, New York and weighting in at Two hundred and thirty-eight pounds. He is the Bad Boy....J-Shades!”
::The "uh, uh, uh oh!" Of Pavlove is heard in the arena. The lights go dim as the piano chords are played, then the arena lights go up with a flash of red pyro from the stage as the guitar enters and the song kicks into high gear.
J-Shades Walks onto the stage with his head held high in the air, a confident smirk on his face. He looks out at the crowd for a moment, nodding and smiling and excepting the cheers like it's music to his ears. He yells out "Let's do this!" and starts down the ramp, shaking his arms at his sides like he's pumped for action.
He gets to the ring steps and runs up them to the left-side ring apron, turning to the crowd using one arm to hang off the ropes and the other motioning the crowd to keep the noise coming, and a wave of White fireworks go off behind him in the ring, confidence smirk never leaving his face. The pyro stops and he gets into the ring.::
LD: "He may have lost his debut, but more then a few people were impressed by Mister Shades last week.”
JC: “I think he will have better odds against Jamison Houck.”
Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent from Detroit, Michigan and weighting in at Two hundred and forty pounds. He is Jameson 'Brick' Houck!”
::The lights go out, the arena pitch black. The song cuts in with Tech screaming "HOOOOOOOOO!" As Tech begins to chant "Evil Brain, Angel Heart" the lights alternate red and white in the arena. At 36 seconds, with the line "Fuckin right I'm a maniac and I'm lovin' it" Jameson moshes onto the stage and spreads his arms wide, roaring into the air. As the song continues to play, the lights come back on and Jameson jogs down to the ring while unzipping his hoodie.
Upon reaching the ring, the hoodie is flung into the crowd, but never his beloved Tigers cap. That is always handed to the ring announcer. About that time, Tech has hit the chorus and begun to again chant "Evil Brain Angel Heart". The lights again flicker during the chant. At the end of the chorus, the lights go out once more for a short period of time, revealing when they come on that Jameson has climbed a ring post to the second rope, and is standing with arms wide open toward the crowd.::
LD: "This is gonna be a good one.”
JC: “This is gonna be a short one.”
::Like two big bulls the two men lock up in the center of the ring with both men grappling for position. It was Shades however with a hard knee to the stomach that doubles Houck over. With Houck doubled over Shades leans back, hits the ropes and comes back driving a hard lifting knee that sends Jameson to the mat.
Shades puts the boots to Houck but Jameson is able to battle back to his feet. Shades takes off toward the ropes but Houck is right behind him. Houck aims a clothesline that would have sent Shades over the top rope but Shades ducks under the clothesline, grabs Jameson by the neck and hits a beautiful neck breaker then floats over into the cover.::
ONE
KICKOUT!
::Quick power out by Houck. Shades pulls Houck by to his feet by the hair. When both men are back to their feet Houck throws a wild right hand that Shades ducks behind, wraps his arms around Houck's waist and pulls him into a hard German Suplex.
With Jameson on the mat Shades quickly floats over into and attempts to lock in the Crossface. Shades and Houck battle to keep Shades from locking in the hold with Houck losing ground little by little until Houck finally breaks free and rolls out of the ring to the floor.::
LD: "Smart move by Jameson Houck there.”
JC: “Smart? He was getting mauled. What else could he do?”
::Jameson takes a moment to gather himself but Shades wasn't about to let him get a moments rest. Shades takes off across the ring and suicide leaps over the top rope. Houck saw him coming however and when he was in midair Houck lifted his arm and hit a uppercut that turned Shades clean around and left him to crash to the floor.::
LD: "Oh my god! What impact!”
JC: “I think the fans in attendance agree with you.”
::The crowd was chanting “HOLY SHIT” as Houck pulls Shades to his feet. Houck flashes the fans in the front row a grin, then lowers his shoulder into Shades midsection and drives him back into the apron once, twice and a final third time. Shades's back bows as he drops to his knees holding his lower back.
Houck takes three steps back to stop next to the stairs and then takes off at a dead run. When he reaches Shades he drives the point of his knee into the side of his head driving the head into the apron. Shades falls to the floor only to be quickly picked up by Jameson and rolled back into the ring.::
LD: "Nice come back by Jameson Houck. Thought you said it would be over quickly?”
JC: “....It's close now.”
LD: "Just not who you thought would win.”
JC: “......”
::Jameson slides into the cover.::
ONE
TWO
THRE....KICKOUT!
TWO
THRE....KICKOUT!
LD: "He did it! He got the shoulder up!”
JC: “Told you.”
LD: "Really? Seriously?”
JC: “Yep.”
::Shades kicked out but not with the force Houck had earlier but it was enough. Houck pulls Shades to his feet and Shades throws up his hands to break the hold and then rocks Jameson with a hard right hand. Another right hand backs Houck into the ropes.
Shades leans his shoulder into Houck and whips him across the ring. Like Jameson earlier he aimed a clothesline at the man and like earlier Houck was able to avoid it and quickly put the breaks on. Shades continued on, rebounded off the ropes and turned right into a charging Houck who leveled him with a spear.::
LD: "He nearly broke him in half!”
JC: “No! Get up!”
::Jameson drops into another cover.::
ONE
TWO
THRE-KICKOUT!
TWO
THRE-KICKOUT!
JC: “Yes! Again!”
LD: "He kicked out again! J-Shades lives to fight on!”
::Houck once again grabs Shades by and hair and pulls him back to his feet. Houck throws a right hand to keep him docile and then a second, but when he throws the second Shades ducks it and slides around behind him. He locks up the arm in a half nelson and lifts. Houck tries to fight but Shades is able to slam him down to the mat.::
LD: "ONE AN ONLY!”
JC: “Yes! Pin him!”
::Shades slides into the cover.::
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner....The bad boy.....J-Shades!”
::The camera sends the feed from the ringside area to the backstage were we're now in the locker room of the Sin City Knights. We see the Silver Baron put on his fedora, with his main ladies, Nicole and Jade, putting his trench coat on him.::
Freeman: “You ready mate?”
Silver Baron: “Just about. Listen girls. I need to talk one last thing with Fraser, so if you two don't mind, can you leave us for a minute. But...don't go to far, we're up next.”
::The two girls looked at each other, and shrugged. They then left the locker room. The Silver Baron sat down on the bench, as did Fraser Freeman. Freeman looked concerned for his tag team partner.::
Freeman: “You alright mate?”
Silver Baron: “Honestly, I'm great. Excited for this match really. But...I wanted to talk to you about what you said.”
Freeman: “Really? Why's that?”
Silver Baron: “I just wanted to say that, I appreciate the fact i know that my partner is a very passionate man about the things he believes in. And that, you reminded me why i'm not like other pimps.”
Freeman: “Not like others? How so?”
Silver Baron: “Oh come on man. In the six months i've own the Pleasure Dome, can you honestly say i've done anything to mistreat my girls?”
Freeman: “You keep forgetting their names.”
Silver Baron: “I'm working on that man. But other then that?”
Freeman: “No. So I suppose that's good. But, is there something you're not telling me mate?”
Silver Baron: “Nothing i'm...comfortable telling anyone yet. However, I will say this, it's linked to what I said before. A part of me should not be revealed. May god have mercy upon those who witness the oblivion.”
Freeman: “Whoa whoa. No need to go so emo on me now.”
Silver Baron: “Yeah that was a bit much. However, I will say this. Tonight, we show why we're the ones you don't mess with. You ready big man?”
Freeman: “Your damn right i am boss. But back to what i said, your aware im going out there with one goal in mind right? Your aware that out in that ring i will be stalking the Stalker? second he is in the ring im expecting a tag!”
Silver Baron: “Oh You'll have your fun. But remember to keep as level headed as possible. Though I do agree that Stalker needs to be taught a very valuable lesson. His last name might be Knight, but he is no knight. He's just a second rate wannabe lunatic. Either way, tonight, is going to be fun!”
::Both smirk at that notion, and then they get up, and pound fists. The Sin City Knights have a fire in their eyes that can't be extinguished. They both walk out of their locker, and begin heading to the ring, with Nicole and Jade immediately joining them. The feed shifts from the backstage back to ringside and the announcers.::
JC: “Here we go! Dark Camelot Rises!”
LD: "And K.I.S.S. puts them straight back down.”
JC: “Ah, but your forgetting The Sin City Knights. They are gong to put K.I.S.S. On the corner.”
LD: "Yea, somehow I doubt that.”
Jamie Hensley: “This is the Triple Threat tag team match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from New Orleans, Louisiana and weighting in at Two hundred and eighty pounds. They are Ashley and Bethany Kenyon....Katt industries Special Services!”
::Black Spiders' “Kiss Tried To Kill Me” starts up. With lights dancing around, Nikki Peltier leads out both members of K.I.S.S. To the delight of the on-looking crowd. Bethany Kenyon sways slightly trying to tantalize and only tease a little while her younger sister, Ashley Kenyon, tries to make eye contact with every person in the place, hoping to tease them all into a frenzy. Nikki leads them to the ring where she walks to the center of the ring and points to opposite corners, upon which both sisters raise their arms, Bethany just standing there while Ashley dances a little for everybody.::
LD: "Considering how long these two were undefeated I think they are the favorites in this match.”
JC: “Agienst these two teams? Give me a break. One pair will break their necks and the other their cher....”
LD: "JASON!”
JC: “...Oh. Sorry.”
Jamie Hensley: “And their opponents. Introducing first from Halifax Nova Scotia Canada and weighting in at a combined weight of Five hundred and Sixty-four pounds. Representing Dark Camelot, Stalker Knight and James Knight!”
::Both men come out as the deep violin strains through the P.A. system. They stop at the top of the stage and Stalker makes the Time to Die taunt, while James does the Dudley Cross. they begin to walk to the ring. Suddenly they burst into a run and slide into the ring.::
JC: “Short and sweet, I like it.”
LD: "Agreed.”
Jamie Hensley: “And finally from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighting in at a combined weight of Four hundred and seventy pounds. Fraser Freeman and The Silver Baron!”
::The lights dim down, as It's Going Down slowly begins to play.::
“Watch them flee...
Watch them flee...
Watch them flee...
Hip hop hits!
And you do it like this!”
::A single back light is seen pulsing, as Fraser Freeman and The Silver Baron, AKA The Sin City Knights, rise up from below the stage.::
“It's going down (It's going down)
It's going down (It's going down)
It's going down (It's going down It's going down...)”
It's going down (It's going down)
It's going down (It's going down It's going down...)”
::Fraser Freeman then lifts his arm up into the air, before both men begin heading down to the ring. While Freeman seems to be heading in directly, the Silver Baron exchanges high fives with the nearby crowd.::
“It's going down
The rhythm project's 'round the next sound
Reflex the complex, hybrid dialect now
Detects the mesh of many elements compressed down
The melting pot of a super-futuristic style
The combination of vocal caress
With lungs the gasp for breath
From emotional stress
With special effects
And a distorted collage
Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage.”
The rhythm project's 'round the next sound
Reflex the complex, hybrid dialect now
Detects the mesh of many elements compressed down
The melting pot of a super-futuristic style
The combination of vocal caress
With lungs the gasp for breath
From emotional stress
With special effects
And a distorted collage
Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage.”
::Freeman climbs up the ring stairs, while Silver Baron slides into the ring. Freeman takes his tank top off, and both men climb up the ropes. Silver baron taps his chest twice with his sceptre, and both men raise their arms in the air.::
“It's going down
The logical progression on the time line
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now it's going down
A logical progression on the time line
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now it's going down “
The logical progression on the time line
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now it's going down
A logical progression on the time line
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now it's going down “
::Fraser and Baron retreat to their corner and the teams begin to confer.::
LD: "Alright ladies and gentlemen. Allow us a moment to explain how this match works. It will be a one fall to the finish tag team match, except three parties will be in the ring at one time. One for each team.”
JC: “So it's a triple threat, but you can tag in and out.”
LD: "Precisely.”
JC: “Looks like The Silver Baron will start for the Sin City Knights.”
LD: "And Stalker for Dark Camelot....”
LD: "And Bethany for K.I.S.S.”
::Stalker simply shoves Bethany out of the way as he marches over to Fraser and points to Baron mouthing something the camera's didn't pick up. Stalker shoves Fraser hard and then points at Baron who only grins at the beast of a man before him.::
LD: "I think Stalker Knight is still very angry about the comments Baron made about his daughter.”
JC: “Wouldn't you be?”
LD: "But he needs to be careful. You don't want to turn your back on K.I.S.S.”
JC: “And why not?”
LD: "....That's why....”
::With Stalker Knight so wholly focused on Baron Bethany runs up behind him, leaps into the air and grabs him around the head. She uses her weight and momentum to bring him down with a huge neckbreaker. Even Fraser stands by with a shocked expression on his face that the woman could jump that high.
Bethany backs up into the ropes and when Stalker gets back to his knees she rushes forward and aims a drop kick that connects square into the face. With Stalker on the ground Bethany slides down and locks him into a side headlock. The whole time Fraser is leaning on his corner motioning to the two of them and having a conversation with Baron.::
LD: "Aren't they at all worried about the match?”
JC: “Let these two kill each other and come in later to pick up the pieces. It's very smart.”
LD: "Yeah, I have to agree. It is smart.”
::While Fraser and Baron are talking Stalker lets out a roar of frustration and rage and actually begins to stand with Bethany hanging off his neck. When he finally got back to his feet he stared at Baron and them grabbed Bethany by the thighs and launched her halfway across the ring where she landed on Fraser.
After Bethany hit what would be considered a flying lariat on Freeman and took both of them to the mat. Stalker immediately went after Baron. The Silver Baron's eyes widened and he dropped off the apron with Stalker close on his heels.::
LD: "I really think Stalker took that personal.”
JC: “....So it appears.”
::Baron came around the apron and Ashley leaps off the corner and spears him backwards into the steel ring steps. Stalker crashes into the steps and Ashley rolls to the side and makes the “Here you go” motion and the camera picks up Ashley saying “Heard you were looking for this.”
Stalker looks down at Ashley impassively and then growls “Like you read about.” and then pulls Baron up by the hair and begins to rain down punches. Freeman, who was back to his feet runs to the side of the ring and slides out to the floor.::
LD: "I think it's all about to break down Jason!”
JC: “Your not kidding....”
::With four of the ring out of the ring James Knight was next to jump down off the apron. As James was jumping down off the apron Freeman had Stalker knight back against the apron and was driving shoulders into his stomach. Baron was down next to the ring steps and when James came around the corner Baron exploded and uses the ring steps to launch himself into the air and hit a lariat.
Baron reaches down and grabs James by the neck and pulls him down his feet then spins him tiltawirl style then releases him back first into the barricade. The Sin City Knights make their presence known as Freeman puts the boots to Stalker Knight on one side of the ring and The Silver Baron to James Knight on the other.::
JC: “Looks like the Knights have a firm grasp on this match.”
LD: "And they made the same mistake that Stalker Knight made earlier.”
JC: “And what is that?”
LD: "They forgot about K.I.S.S.”
::Ashley pulls Baron around by the arm and hits a hard forearm to the face and then a second and finally a third. As she is rearing back for the four Baron throws a blow of his own but Ashley ducks under it and shoves Baron as hard as she can toward his partner. Baron hits Freeman's shoulder and both look up in time to see Bethany.
As Ashley was forearming Silver Baron Bethany was left alone in the ring and looked at her team mate. All Ashley had to do was offer the faintest of little smirks and Bethany began to sprint at the edge of the ring. When Bethany reached the edge of the ring Baron was shoulder to shoulder with Freeman and Bethany dove over the top rope and crashed atop both men.::
LD: "And THAT ladies and gentlemen is why the fans pay to see K.I.S.S. Show after show after show!”
JC: “No one cares about K.I.S.S.”
LD: "Tell that to the numbers of fans with signs in the area tonight!”
JC: “NO ONE CARES ABOUT K.I.S.S. happy now?”
LD: "Delighted.”
::Lula laughing into her head set is heard as Ashley and Bethany roll into the ring, pop up and raise their fists into the air and the fans scream their approval. Ashley goes back to her corner and quickly gets the legal tag from Bethany as Stalker is climbing back into the ring.::
LD: "Gotta give it to him. Stalker Knight is a resilient little guy.”
JC: “Big guy....”
LD: "True enough.”
::Stalker shoots a quick glance at Ashley and then over at Baron outside the ring then turns and tags in James who was climbing back onto the apron.::
LD: "Could Stalker being showing a bit of humanity here?”
JC: “How so?”
LD: "He tagged out because, I think, Ashley helped him get his hands on Silver Baron. I don't think he wanted to hurt the woman, after she had done something to help Stalker avenge his daughters name.”
JC: “I think your chasing ghosts.”
::James climbed into the ring and Ashley meet him immediately. A hard forearm to the face backed him into the ropes where she whipped him across the ring. When James comes back Ashley tries a clothesline but it barely registers off the bigger man. James smiles and Ashley backs into the ropes and tries again with the same result.
A second time James smiles and again Ashley backs into the ropes and comes forward again. This time she dropped low and drop kicked him dead in the knees which did drop the bigger man. Ashley backs into her corner and before she can take off Bethany tags her partners back. Ashley rushes out of the corner and slams a hard knee into the side of James's head as Bethany ascends the turnbuckle.::
LD: "Working well as a unit here.”
JC: “And now K.I.S.S. Makes a mistake.”
LD: "Oh?”
JC: “THEY forgot about the Knights!”
::As Bethany was perched on the top rope Freeman shoves her off to send her crashing back first to the mat below. Bethany bows with her back arched as it was Freeman who climbed into the ring and quickly dropped into the cover of James.::
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
TWO
KICKOUT!
::When James kicked out Freeman got to his knees and pulled him to his feet. A quick whip into the corner sent him into the corner where Freeman followed. Fraser stood with his back pressed against James and began to throw elbows backwards into the sides of James's head.
One after another the blows rained down while Fraser kept his body pressed to James's, keeping his arms pinned down leaving his head unprotected. Fraser grabs James by the back of the head and tosses him forward. James crashes to the mat and Fraser comes out and again drops into the cover.::
ONE
TWO
THRE-KICKOUT!
TWO
THRE-KICKOUT!
::Is Fraser was worried or even irritated he didn't show it. He leaned up on his knees with a big smile on his face.::
LD: "I think the Sin City Knights are happy with their debut.”
JC: “They'll be happier once they win this match.”
LD: "You think they will huh?”
JC: “Without a doubt.”
LD: "Don't count out.....KISS OFF!!”
::Bethany had gotten back to her feet and when Fraser climbed back to his feet she arched her back and kicked him square in the face. The shock, angle and momentum sent him toppling over the top rope and crashing to the floor. As Bethany stood leaned through the ropes and began to talk at Fraser James pulled himself to his corner.
Ashley was yelling at Bethany to turn around but by the time she did it was too late. Stalker was back in the ring and the monster had no problem turning Bethany inside out with a big boot. Bethany crumbled to the mat and Stalker pulled her up by the wrist. With Bethany over his shoulders in a torture rack he let out a roar and twisted to drop her into a his finisher but Bethany was able to slip the grasp and when Stalker turned she was in midair, with some assistance from the middle rope and kicked him square in the mouth.::
LD: "Super K.I.S.S. Off!”
JC: “NO!”
::Bethany dropped into the cover.::
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-BROKEN UP!
LD: "Freeman came from nowhere!”
JC: “It aint over yet!”
::Bethany pulls Freeman back to his feet and he throws his arms up to break her hold and whips her across the ring. Instead of running the opposite directly he runs behind her and when she hits the ropes and turns Freeman hits a spear that nearly folds her in half.
Without even pausing he turns and sprints the opposite direction. Stalker is about halfway back to his feet and Freeman hits him square in the chest with a second spear and uses the momentum to roll him into a cover.::
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
LD: "Can they do it!”
JC: “NO!”
THREE!
LD: "The Sin City Knights have done it!”
JC: “.....The pimps won.”
LD: "That's my line isn't it?”
Jamie Hensley: “And your winners.....Fraser Freeman and The Silver Baron....The SIN CITY KNIGHTS!”
::The camera shifts from the celebrating Knights to the backstage area and catches sight of Vince Jones who is standing next to his valet, Jasmine "The Crown Jewel of Wrestling". He is currently getting his mind right for his upcoming match against Skylar when all of a sudden he is greeted by UWA interviewer, Stephanie Miller.::
Stephanie Miller: “Well, well, well. If it isn't Vince Jones, the man of a thousand nicknames...”
::Vince Jones slowly turns in her direction, raises the dark shades from over his eyes, and just glares down at her in discontent.::
Vince Jones: “Thousand and one nicknames if you wanna be exact but who the hell is countin', right?”
::Stephanie takes a slight step back a bit taken back by the hostility in his tone.::
Stephanie Miller: “Well, I...”
::Jasmine takes a step forward and raises a hand to Stephanie's face motioning for her to cut it.::
Jasmine: “I don't know exactly who you are, but I think...”
Stephanie Miller: “The name's Stephanie Miller for your information, Jasmine.”
::Jasmine rolls her eyes.::
Jasmine: “Right, Stephanie! Well, I think that's besides the point right now. I mean you may not necessarily be aware of this little fact or not; but, my man V has got a little business that he has to attend to in the ring pretty soon and he surely doesn't have any time on his hands to spend it with...”
::Jasmine folds her arms across her chest and looks Stephanie Miller up and down in displeasure.::
Jasmine: “...somebody like yourself, Stephanie. So, if I were you would probably run along now.”
::Jasmine points and motions for Stephanie leave; but Stephanie stands her ground.::
Stephanie Miller: “Well, I'm sorry that you feel that way, Jasmine; but, I think I came here to talk to Vince Jones, not you. I just wanted to get a few words with him about his upcoming match and some of the comments that he has made as of late about his opponent, Skylar.”
::Vince gazes upwards at the sky and then back down at Stephanie Miller as he exhales a large gust of frustration-filled air.::
Vince Jones: “A match? Is that what you'd like to call this shit Jonesy 'bout to waltz into tonight? Really? Who in their right mind would eva believe that Jonesy versus this...this Skyla chick could eva be considered a real match? A match is considered a damn match cuz there's this possibility that one cat or the otha is gonna take an L. You put V in the ring against Sentinel. Now that could be considered a match. V. Jones versus Stalka Knight? Now that's a match. Jonesy goin' toe-to-toe with Broderick Montgomery III is a damn match! Despite the fact that Jameson "Brick" Houck got the brakes beat off his punk ass by V. Jones just a few weeks ago you could still consida that shit somewhat of a match! Now Skyla versus V? Hell nah! What you 'bout to see out there is a train wreck on so many levels... and that's real!”
::Stephanie Miller nods gently to his words.::
Stephanie Miller: “I see. So, what you're trying to tell me is that you're totally dismissing the potential challenge that Skylar could very well pose to you in that ring tonight? I don't know about you, but that could be one of the biggest mistakes that anyone could ever make. I mean I'm sure that "Bad Boy" J Shades was thinking the same way you are right now when he faced her in the ring and he walked out of Seattle with a loss. So much for no possibility of failure, right?”
::Vince Jones just shakes his head in disappointment with Stephanie Miller.::
Vince Jones: “Stephanie, its about time you get educated here. Let V fill yo misguided ass in on a lil somethin', somethin' real quick. This, this wrestling thing is a man's sport! It always has and it always will be until the end of time! Ya see my girl Jazzie here...”
::Vince then points to Jasmine.::
Vince Jones: “....She's got a beautiful face, that body, the total package and shit; but, at the same time she's smart. She knows her place in the grand scheme of things. She ain't jumpin' in that ring with the men cuz she knows betta. She knows what could eventually happen to her, an ass whuppin'!”
::Vince shrugs his shoulders at the thought and continues on.::
Vince Jones: “....But that's the problem nowadays. You get these lil Barbie doll lookin' wrestla girls that sneak out a win here and there against small tymahs and then they start thinkin' that they can take on the world and shit! They thinkin' they invincible or somethin'! Well Stephanie Milla, our lil baby doll, Miss Skyla's, about to get a rude awakening in that ring tonight. Why? Cuz she ain't goin' up against small time. She goin' up against a six seven, two hundred and sixty-nine pound, battle-tested, seasoned, primetime playa in V. Jones here!”
Stephanie Miller: “Well, you're definitely not lacking in the confidence department tonight. That's for sure!”
Vince Jones: “It is what it is, Stephanie! Now V pretty sure that there gonna be a whole helluva a lot of people out there in that arena tonight hopin', prayin', that Skyla, the unda dog, can somehow walk out that ring with a victory. That's just how it is. People naturally wanna see the unda dog win. They want that feel good story. Well, V hates to break it to you and the rest of those delusional crackheads out there; but, this ain't a fairytale! This is real life where happy endings aren't guaranteed! Now what you gonna see tonight is V. Jones walkin' down that aisle, slidin' into that ring, and beatin' the shit outta that bitch, Skyla, worse than the way they say her pops used to do to her moms back in the day while she had to sit there and watch! 'Nuff said!”
Stephanie Miller: “I hope you do know that your current UWA Champion is none other than Aerynn Donnelly, a woman and a well-respected one at that while you're claiming that this is strictly a man's sport. She and many other women around UWA put in a lot of hard work to do what they do and its appalling that an asshone like you would be quick to just dismiss them all like you're doing right now!
Vince Jones: “Why you even talkin' to V about this Aerynn Donnelly chick now, huh?? She got her hands more than full with whateva business she gotta attend to tonight defendin' that title strap of hers. Now when the time comes she and any of these otha broads floatin' around UWA are more than welcome to become just anotha notch on Jonesy's belt like Skyla's about to become tonight in that ring if they damn well please! So, let's just keep things simple for the time bein', Stephanie! Somebody 'bout to get they bitch ass silenced tonight and it sure as hell not gonna be V! 'Nuff said! We outta here!”
::Vince flashes the hand sign of his old street gang, the EDW, as he exits the scene along with Jasmine. Stephanie Miller turns towards the camera.::
Stephanie Miller: “Wow! Well, you heard the man. He says he's ready to try and collect yet another UWA win.”
::The camera slowly fades back to the Lula and Jason at the announce table.::
LD: "Ladies and gentlemen do we have a treat for you now. We are going to crown a North American Champion.”
JC: “Already?! This match was supposed to be later.”
LD: "President Oliver wanted it to be sooner. He had a talk with Jeszika and I heard there was concern of interference.”
JC: “Interference? By who?”
LD: "No one knows.”
Jamie Hensley: “This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the North American Championship. Introducing first from The Bronx, New York and weighting in at Two hundred and Thirty-Four pounds. He is The Garbage Man!”
::The lights go out as the sound of a garbage truck blowing its horn two times as it blares through the PA system. The sounds of two man grabbing garbage cans being emptied in to the truck as the lights come on. Walking down with a closed aluminum garbage can, the music of Rammstein's Ich Will begans to play. Being booed by the crowd, he ignores them as looks down at the square circle. When he gets to the steps he sits his garbage can down and climbs over the top after climbing the steel steps.::
LD: "I don't think I like or respect this man. The only reason he is in this match is because he attacked and injured Kaylyn Vaude.”
JC: “Hey, doing whatever it takes to get ahead. I can dig it.”
Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent from Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Weighting in at Two hundred and thirty pounds. He is the Canadian Legend.....KYLE TRAVIS!”
::The arena lights go out as "Kashmir" by Bond plays. As the opening chords of the song end, a burst of pryo erupts and brings the lights back on. Kyle Travis walks out onto the entrance ramp. He stands on the ramp, looking over the crowd. Slowly, he raises his arms and looks upwards. He drops his arms and walks to the ring.
"The Canadian Legend" walks passed the jeering and booing crowd, heading down to the ring. He climbs the stairs and walks along the apron. Travis climbs a turnbuckle and looks over the crowd once more.
::Climbing down from the turnbuckle, Travis removes the jacket and hands it over the top rope to an attendant at ringside. He shoots the ropes and then paces the ring like a predator stalking his prey.::
JC: “Here is my boy!”
LD: "....Lord I hate you both.”
JC: “Don't hate appreciate!”
LD: ".....Nice line.....”
JC: “Thanks!”
Jamie Hensley: “And finally their opponent from New Orleans, Luisiana. Weighting in at One hundred and Sixty pounds. She is Jeszika.....GAUTIER!”
::Drums start pounding as "Watch me" By Icon for Hire starts playing over the speakers as Jeszika walks out onto the ramp wearing a black leather studded corset encrusted with diamond over top of a Black tank top and a short pleated tartan skirt.::
"Watch me get it get it wrong at the top of my lungs
While you front for every one, while you tip toe for fun
I can scream until your ears bleed, you're gonna never hear me
You hear what you want, but you never wanted me"
While you front for every one, while you tip toe for fun
I can scream until your ears bleed, you're gonna never hear me
You hear what you want, but you never wanted me"
::She forms a gun with her fingers and points it at the crowd before bringing it it up to her mouth and blowing it, then begins strutting down to the ring. She climbs into the ring over the middle rope, pausing on her way through to shake her ass seductively for the males in the crowd.::
"Are you scared you might open your mouth
And feel the horror if nothing comes out?
Do you think you're safe, frozen in place?
Run for cover just in case"
And feel the horror if nothing comes out?
Do you think you're safe, frozen in place?
Run for cover just in case"
::Once in the middle of the ring she stops and opens the front of her corset, one side then the other, like doors, then opens both and drops the corset aside to the catcalls of the men in the crowd. Se grins and nods, knowing they don't stand a chance, before she stands and turns to face her two opponents.::
LD: "Is it me or is she staring at Travis?”
JC: “Why does she have to single my man out huh? How is that fair?”
LD: "Fair or not, here she comes!”
::Jeszika launches herself at Travis and begins to rain down lefts and rights. The cocky and many would say arrogant Travis grabs her by the waist, laughing the whole time and tosses her back across the ring. Jeszika lands on her feet and rushes Travis again and again Travis catches her coming in and laughing tosses her aside like a doll.
A third time Jeszika lands on her feet and throws herself at Travis. This time the blows slowly begin to wipe the smile off the face of Kyle. When he tosses her a third time he comes forward after her and she ducks under a hard clothesline and when Travis turns he turns into a spinning heel kick that sends him toppling over the top rope to the floor.::
JC: “Get her off him ref!”
LD: "Poor Garbage Man. He is standing there confused.”
JC: “Better for him if he doesn't get between these two.”
::Jeszika slides out of the ring and stalks Travis. As he is getting back to his feet she eased around behind him and shoves as hard as she can sending him forward face first into the steel ring post. Jeszika leans down and begins to berate Travis who is lying on the floor holding his face in shock.
Unknown to either one of them Garbage Man had slid from the ring and was crouched just on the other side of the ring post. When Jeszika was bent over berating Travis Garbage man struck. He came around the corner like a....well like a garbage truck and hit Jeszika at full sprint. Striking her with his full body he sends her flying backwards and slamming into the barricade.::
LD: "Jesus....”
JC: “Garbage Man! No blasphemy IN U.W.A.!”
LD: "We got a pair of pimps....and your worried about my choice of words?”
JC: “Hey, we got kids watching this show!”
LD: "....I repeat.....PIMPS!”
::Garbage man pulls Travis to his feet and rolls him into the ring and scrambles into the cover.::
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
::Travis throws his shoulder up and Garbage Man leans up onto his knees. After a moment to look up at the referee then pulls Travis up by the hair. Garbage Man slides around behind him and locks up a full Nelson but Travis begins to fight and thrash around. The more Garbage Man tries to cinch in the hold the more Kyle fights.
Tired of fighting with Travis Garbage Man lifts him for a full nelson slam but Travis twists in midair and lands next to and slightly behind Garbage Man. A look of almost feral rage comes over the face of Travis as he locks the arm behind Garbage Man's back.::
JC: “Could it be!?
LD: "Looks like he is going for it!”
JC: “The Pridebreaker! Can he lock it in?”
::After a moment of fighting Kyle does indeed lock it in and begins to shake and torque. Garbage Man looks like he is in agony, but he refuses to tap. As Garbage Man drops to a knee.::
LD: "You know I think someone else once claimed this particular hold was unbreakable in the eighties.”
JC: “No one cares what some yahoo said in the eighties.”
LD: "Okay....you were warned.”
::Jeszika finally recovered from her run in with the ring barricade slides back into the ring behind Travis and quickly locks her arms around his throat and shoulders and begins to torque back herself.::
LD: "Femm-Grip!”
JC: “That's a choke! Disqualify her now!”
LD: "Triple Threat match rules apply!”
JC: “Break it up now!”
LD: "Who will quit first! Garbage Man or Kyle Travis?”
::Neither Kyle Travis nor Jeszika are prepared to release their submissions, but Garbage Man is holding on like a pitbull. Kyle, realizing that Garbage Man wasn't going to tap and his vision was getting blury broke the hold and began to grab at Jeszika's arms but this only made the Fem-Fatal cinch in the choke hold tighter.
Now it was Kyle who was dropping to a knee and about to lose conscienceness but Garbage Man got back to his feet, leans back on the ropes and aims a big boot over Travis's shoulder hitting Jeszika square in the face.::
LD: "Good lord what a boot!”
JC: “SERIOUSLY! The children!”
LD: "....I repeat, PIMPS!”
JC: “Still.....”
::All three ended up downed from their various assaults but it was Garbage Man who crawled over and pinned Jeszika.::
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
::Without even a pause he rolls over and lays a arm over Travis's chest.::
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!!
TWO!
KICKOUT!!
::A clearly frustrated Garbage Man slowly sits up. Garbage Man rolls over onto his knees and uses the ropes to pull himself up. As he gets to his feet both Kyle Travis and Jeszika are doing the same. Garbage Man takes a run at Travis who ducks under a clothesline and when Garbage Man turns Kyle Travis hits a tired and halfhearted side kick to the face.
Garbage Man stumbles back into the ropes his head back and eyes faintly glazed over. He leans back on the ropes and is coming forward off them, probably to his knees, when Jeszika lunges sideways and hits her own beautiful super kick square in the jaw that jumps Garbage Man to the floor.::
LD: "Did you see that? It was beautiful.”
JC: “Hey, Kicking isn't really Kyle's strong suit.”
LD: "Awe...did I insult your boyfriend?”
JC: “...So not funny.”
::Kyle and Jeszika turn at the same time and find themselves staring into the eyes of the other. Jeszika gets a angry expression and Kyle only smirks. Kyle blows her a kiss but Jeszika rears back and slaps Kyle square across the face. When Travis's head comes back he is laughing and Jeszika rears back like she is going to slap him again but this time she decks him as hard as she can.
Travis staggers backwards his eyes wide and his lips curled into a snarl. Jeszika throws another blow but Travis catches it coming in and drives a knee into her stomach doubleing her over. Travis pulls her by the hair forward and Jeszika ends up bent over his knee and Travis looks around at the booing arena and begins to slap Jeszika's ass.::
LD: "Whoa! Uncool!”
JC: “Uncool! I loved it!”
LD: "I don't think Jeszika did. She looks murderous!”
::When Travis shoves her from his knee to the floor she looked angry. When she climbed back to her feet more so. When she leapt at Kyle she looked flat out murderous. Jeszika spears Kyle to the mat and begins to rain down rights and lefts without giving any though to where she was hitting. Finally she stood up and delivered a hard kick that made even the referee wince.::
JC: “Oh good lord! That hurt my marble sack!”
LD: "Go Jeszika!”
::The Fem-Fatal runs back toward the ropes, aiming to come back and hit a drop kick into the same region is met by Garbage Man who grabs the top rope and yanks it down making Jeszika crash over the top rope to the floor. Jeszika lands on her feet and then rolls backwards into the announce table. When Garbage Man comes for her she lunged up and uses her momentum to lift him into the air and crash down face first on the table.
With Garbage Man leaning on the announce table Jeszika runs at the ring, jumps up onto the apron and turns in midair and aims a kick at his face. Garbage Man however explodes off the table and catches her on his shoulders then spins around toward the table.::
JC: “I would love to have...”
LD: "....Don't say it! Broderick Montgomery will kill you!”
JC: “Good point....”
LD: "OH MY GOD!”
JC: “THE DUMPTRUCK!”
LD: "Through the table!”
::Garbage Man had turned and power bombed Jeszika through the table then collapsed to his knees. Jeszika is a broken mess in the remains of the table as for the second time tonight the U.W.A. Live crowd chants “HOLY SHIT”.
After a few moments Garbage Man climbs back to his feet and rolls back into the ring where Kyle is leaning on the turnbuckles in the corner holding his most sensitive region. Garbage Man takes a single look at him then takes off running at him but Kyle flings himself out of of the corner and Garbage Man slams into the turnbuckles in full speed.::
LD: "Well that had to hurt.”
JC: “Who cares! Jeszika needs help!”
LD: "If it was a guy would you care?”
JC: “....not really no.”
::When Kyle grabs Garbage Man's arm and spins him around Jeszika is beginning to move. When Kyle locks him in for a choke slam Jeszika is pulling herself forward the ring. Travis hooks his leg behind Garbage Man and throws him forward.::
JC: “COLDSNAP!”
LD: "Can she get there in time!”
::Travis is still sore and it shows by how slow he gets into the cover. As he hooks the leg Jeszika is pulling herself into the ring.::
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
::Jeszika gets there to break it up just as the referee's hand hits the mat but the referee waves for the bell.::
Jamie Hensley: “Your winner.....and NEW.....U.W.A. North American Champion.....KYLE.....TRAVIS!”
::Kyle Travis takes a moment to celebrate with his new North American Championship before retreating into the back. Jeszika rolled from the ring and walked up the ramp way with her head down and her hands on her hips.::
LD: "Something appears to be bothering Jeszika.”
JC: “....She just lost her match? What else do you expect?”
LD: "Something more then that....”
::She gets about halfway up the ramp when Broderick Montgomery comes through the curtain and throws an arm around her shoulder. Jeszika takes a moment and looks up at him staring into his eyes and the camera catches Brody asking “Everything alright?” and her eyes seem to harden and she motions for a mic to be brought to her. Jamie jogs up the ramp way and hands Jeszika a mic.
Jeszika places a hand on Brody's bare chest and gently pushes him backwards. Brody takes two steps back and opens his hands as if to say “What?” and Jeszika takes a few steps back to stand on the actual stage and looks back down at him.::
Jeszika: “I have been wanting to say this for months Brody. Do you really think I am buying ANYTHING your saying?”
::Brody looks up more shocked and confused then anything else as Jeszika continued.::
Jeszika: “For months now, months I have had one single purpose in life. Showing Broderick Montgomery exactly what he does to other people. To show you exactly what it felt like to be that poor girl from that club. To know exactly what it felt like to be ME when you manipulated me that first night. To show you how it feels to be manipulated. To show you how it feels to be humiliation like you have done to me, and countless other women in your life.”
::Brody turned to face the ring and motioned for a microphone to be brought to him. Once Jamie had brought him his own he lifted it.::
Brody: “....Jez...that's enough. I know your angry but come on....”
Jezika: “You think I am angry?! I am disgusted. I let you touch me. I feel like I need to go home and get into a warm bath....for a few months. I don't think I will ever be able to wash off the stench of you.”
::If Brody looked angry he didn't show. He looked hurt but the U.W.A. crowd, women especially, began to chant for Jeszika. This seem to stiffen the platinum haired vixen as her back straighten and she lifted her mic again.::
Jeszika: “My only concern is that these people wouldn't understand. That they would think I did this for my own selfish reasons, but they understand. They get it. I did this for women everyone. For Candice. For myself. For Aerynn for your poor secretary and for all the women you WOULD have hurt in the future.”
::As Jeszika spoke Brody seemed to become more and more stricken. His mic was raised but when he spoke the words caught in his throat. Only mouthed 'Come on babe' but Jeszika shook her head firmly. Behind her Ashley and Bethany came through the curtain to support their long time partner. Jeszika looked from Ashley to Bethany and then back to Brody.::
Jeszika: “NO! Don't you get it. This was all fake. All of it. And it was worth every single agonizing moment. Now you understand. The playboy...got played.”
::Brody seemed to change before the viewers eyes. From stricken and heartbroken to angry. His eyes narrowed and he lifted his mic again. His voice no longer weak, but angry and snarling.::
Brody: “I want to know where this came from. Who planned this. I want to know what makes you think THIS was worth it!”
Jeszika: “It doesn't matter Brody. It's done.”
::Ashley took Jeszika by the elbow and the three began to turn but Brody took a step forward and lifted his mic again.::
Brody: “DON'T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME! I'M NOT DONE!”
::The shock on Jeszika's face when she turned showed. But still the three of them walked from the ramp way leaving Brody alone being booed by the crowd. And again he seemed to change. He passed a hand over his face. He kept swallowing like he had a lump in his throat and opening and clothing his mouth. Finally the lines creased on his forehead and he dropped the mic with a static splatter and then walked up the ramp way alone. We get a brief video package of tonights events and come back to a empty ring.::
Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first, wrestling out of Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 125 pounds, SKYLAR!!!”
"Don't Bless me father, for I have sinned"
::Whispers are heard over the speakers before the opening guitars of "Going to Hell" by the Pretty Reckless hits. The lights flash wildly and Skylar runs out onto the stage, pulling devil horns above her head. Once on the stage, she drops her hands to her sides and jumps up and down on her toes a few times, getting herself hyped up.::
Father did you miss me,
I've been locked up a while.
I got caught for what I did but took it all in style.
Laid to rest all my confessions I gave way back when.
Now I'm versed in so much worse,
So I am back again.
::As the fast beats of the music pump through the stadium and it energizes her runs down to the ring, sliding on under the bottom rope before jumping up and making her way to the top turnbuckle. She pulls the horns again before pointing out across the crowd, soaking in the reaction.::
For the lines that I take, I'm going to hell!
For the love that I make, I'm going to hell!
::She then leaps off the turnbuckle, bouncing a few times in time with the music before she stops and waits for her opponent.::
LD: "Does this woman know what she wants?”
JC: “I have no idea!”
LD: "Does anybody?”
JC: “Probably not.”
Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent, from New York City and weighing in at 269 pounds, The Career Killa, VINCE JONES!”
BRACE YOURSELF FOR THE MAIN EVENT!!!
::The drum roll immediately leads into "Take a Look at My Life" by Fat Joe as Vince Jones and his lovely valet and girlfriend, Jasmine "The Crown Jewel of Wrestling" burst through the entryway curtains. Vince makes his way to the edge of the rampway, raises his arms above his head, and flashes the hand sign of his old crew, the EDW. Jasmine stands behind him and looks out at the crowd with a rather smug look plastered across her face. Vince lowers his arms and begins marching towards the ring followed by Jasmine. Along the way Vince talks smack and antagonizes each and every person that he can that disapproves of his presence. They both reach the ring and enter. Vince Jones climbs the turnbuckle raises his arms in the air and once again flashes the EDW hand sign for the crowd to see. After taking in all of the hate from the crowd he immediately climbs back down to the mat and readies himself for battle.::
LD: "Good God, you could fit two of her in him...”
JC: “And...”
LD: "Don’t say it!”
JC: “See, you DO have a dirty mind too. ”
::The bell sounds and Jones slaps the taste clean out of Skylar’s mouth so hard she flies backwards into the far corner. Skylar feels her face near mouth checking for blood as Jones moves in quickly, cornering. Jones belts her in the face again and then starts pounding her down with his fist, just wailing away on her like she owes him money. The crowd reacts with boos and revulsion as they watch Jones just pound this much smaller opponent down into the mat, hammering away with his fist like she’s the last railroad spike left before the train can come through and his fist is the hammer driving it home. Skylar tries to get her hands up but she eats shot after shot, drawing blood from left eyebrow, bottom lip and her nose as well. Jones keeps at it, showing his physical dominance as the crowd boos him down::
LD: "This is just hard to watch...”
JC: “Tell her to get up and fight back then!”
LD: "Vince Jones is just...”
JC: “Competing normally? Good, glad we agree here!”
::Jones hammers her down even more and Skylar tries to crawl away. Jones moves his leg in front of her path and Skylar drills him in the balls. As the crowd groans at the sight, Jones starts to double over in pain. Skylar grabs him by the package and starts firing off forearm shots, blasting him rapidfire until he starts bleeding as well. Skylar hits him again and again and again and again and again finishing it by releasing her grip and punting him right between the uprights. As Jones doubles over in agony, Skylar pulls him down into an inside cradle. ::
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!!!
::Jones and Skylar get to their feet and Jones goes for a big clothesline. Skylar ducks and runs for the far ropes. Jones turns around and she catches him with a springboard twisting crossbody block.::
ONE…
TWO…
ROLLOVER!!!
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!!!
LD: "They’re going at it tooth and nail and...”
JC: “Isn’t that guy in the front row… isn’t he under contract? ”
LD: "It’s Craven... ”
JC: “She’s gonna just love this when she sees him there. ”
::Skylar knees him in the groin again and rolls out under the bottom rope. Vince Jones staggers up coughing, looking around as Skylar stands up outside the ropes. Jones turns to face her and Skylar springboards up, catching him for a rana. Jones sits up in shock and dazed pain as Skylar runs to the ropes, rebounds back and hits a double-footed dropkick to knock him back down. She hops up and hits a standing moonsault for a cover.::
ONE…
TWO…
POWEROUT!!!
::Skylar mounts Jones and starts to wail on him with her fists. Jones knees her in the back and then rolls her over into a sort of victory roll type pin. ::
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!!!
::Skylar rolls back and hits another dropkick to knock Jones down. She runs to the ropes, jumps for a quebrada. Jones rolls out of the way but Skylar manages to lands on her feet. She turns and runs to the opposite ropes as Jones gets back up to his feet. Skylar goes for a quebrada again and Jones catches her in mid air for a snap powerslam. Jones hooks the leg.::
ONE…
TWO…
THR-KICKOUT!!!
LD: "Good God that was close!”
JC: “Not close enough!”
LD: "How can you say that?”
JC: “It wasn’t a three!”
::Jones drags Skylar up and hits a quick powerbomb before going to the corner. Skylar lies on the mat with the crowd going crazy as Jones ascends to the top. The crowd starts waving him off as Skylar starts to stand back up. Jones leaps off, looking for the Neck Cutter clothesline but Skylar drops to her knees letting him fly right over her. Jones crashes to the mat and Skylar runs up, hooking him for an attempt at the Hellhound. As she looks up, she sees Craven in the front row and freezes. Jones uses this momentary lapse to reverse it into Silencer.::
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
LD: "Skylar let her attention be distracted...”
JC: “And it cost her huge!”
LD: "And now she’s gonna running out here like she’s just seen a ghost or the devil himself!”
JC: “Who knows, maybe that’s what Craven is!”
Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner, VINCE JONES!!!”
::Giving Skylar and Vince Jones time to get out of the ring the video shifted to a package of the Cornbread Mafia and Sang Real and their battle since their first match at Tragic engagement. Followed by Sang Real Announcing the match one on one match would have the winner decide the stipulation and finally Shawn Worley winning that one on one match. Once the video package ended the camera went back to the announcers, sans table of course.::
LD: "The good 'ol boys and the pair of rich pomposs jackass's!”
JC: “We all get to watch Sang Real Embarrass the hicks again!”
LD: "I don't think so, the momentum has shifted as of late, and tonight hasn't been good for rich boys.”
JC: “....Don't remind me...”
Jamie Hensley: “This is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from West Union, South Carolina. The Team of Shawn and Cameron Worley.....The Cornbread Mafia!”
::Molly Hatchet's “Cornbread Mafia” starts playing and the two young southern brothers, Cameron and Shawn Worley, walk out nodding their heads along. They make their way down to the ring, looking just as ready to party as they are to fight, which to them is almost the same thing anyway. They step into the ring, hooping and hollaring, ready to go with whatever they got tonight.::
LD: "So I had a chance to talk to the brothers backstage and they have announced their stipulation.”
JC: “What do they want? Roadkill on a pole match?”
LD: "Not likely. They want this. If they win this match, Sang Real cannot cheat for six months. A single event of cheating caught before, during or after a match will result in their immediate termination from U.W.A.”
JC: “WHAT?!”
LD: "Delicious isn't it?”
Jamie Hensley: “And their opponents from Atlanta, Georgia and weighting in at Four hundred and Sixty-two pounds. They are Gabriel Krown and Conner Murphy.....SANG REAL!”
JC: “It's Sang Réal....how hard is it?”
LD: "....Jason nobody cares.”
::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 raised in the air, and Gabriel Krown, who is on one knee in front of Murphy, looking up and his arms raised. The lights come back on.
Krown gets to his feet, and spins a bit, his robe flying behind him as he turns to stand next to Murphy. 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. Dismounting, the two move to their corner and take their robes off.::
LD: "I think the brothers have been waiting for this for two months.”
JC: “They waited an awful long time to get their asses kicked.”
LD: "And that is where we disagree.”
::Neither Cameron nor Shawn let Sang Real get their robes off. The two brothers jumped them the second they moved into the corners. Pulling them around to face them and rocked them with hard right hands. Shawn whipped Conner across the ring and then looked at his brother. Cameron took off after him a slammed a hard clothesline in the corner.
With the brothers on opposite sides of the ring Shawn and Cameron run at one another, pass by the other and slammed into their opponents on each side of the ring. The brothers looked over their shoulders and both grinned and each grabbed a wrist of Sang Real and whipped them across the ring as hard as they could leaving Sang Real to meet in the center of the ring and slam full speed into each other.::
JC: “Get them under control ref! This isn't legal!”
LD: "I don't think the brothers care. They are running a redneck triathlon on Sang Real and the fans love it!”
JC: “It's cheating!”
LD: "And it's about time Sang Real got a taste of their own medicine.”
::Sang Real ended up in the center of the ring facing opposite directions so the brothers each hit a rope and meet in the middle with a hard dropkick into the face of each member of Sang Real. Conner and Gabriel each roll sideways out of the ring with each man trying to get his breath. After a moment they both waved and began around the ring to exit up the ramp way.
Cameron and Shawn have none of it however. They run at to ropes in front of the rank and slid under the bottom rope and each up standing face to face with each member of Sang Real. The shock on Sang Real's faces were shortly replaced by hard right hands and the screaming of the fans.::
LD: "Sang Real tries to get away and is thwarted again by the brothers! Let the Redneck triathlon continue!”
JC: “Stop cheering them on!”
LD: "Why? I'm enjoying this.”
JC: “No one else is!”
LD: "Listen to this crowd.”
::The fans were going crazy as the Worley's wailed on Sang Real. Cameron took Gabriel by the wrist and whipped him with all the force he could muster at the ring steps. Krown hit the ring steps at full speed, crashed into them and collapsed over them. Shawn drives Conner's head into the ring apron and then rolls him into the ring as Cameron mounts his corner.::
JC: “FINALLY!”
LD: "Looks like they ran their triathlon and now the match can begin.”
JC: “Still you quit talking about some stupid triathlon?”
LD: "Awe, someone's grumpy.”
::Shawn slides into the ring and immediately rolls into the cover.::
ONE
KICKOUT!
::Shawn leans back on his knees and offers Cameron a smirk before pulling Conner to his feet by the hair. When Shawn gets Conner back to his feet he hits a knee to the gut to keep him docile then backs him into the ropes and whips him across the ring. When Conner returns Shawn drops down into a top toe hold dropping Conner face first to the mat.
Shawn quickly reaches over and takes in Cameron. Cameron comes into the ring and drops down into an elbow drop to the back of the shoulders that further drives Conner's head into the mat. Once Shawn is safety out of the ring Cameron rolls Conner onto his back and hooks the leg.::
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
::Cameron wastes no time in getting back to his feet and pulling Conner up with him by the wrist. Once Conner was back to his feet he yanked Cameron toward him and hit a short arm clothesline that almost turned Cameron inside out, then both men collapsed to the mat.::
JC: “Come on Conner!”
LD: "Nice clothesline by Murphy but has he taken to much punishment to capitalize?”
::Conner begins to crawl to his corner. When he makes it about halfway to the corner Cameron climbed back to his feet. Cameron grabs Conner by the foot and begin to pull him backwards, but Conner is able to climb back to a single foot and twists in midair bringing that foot up and catches Cameron in the side of the head.::
JC: “Sloppy but effective.”
LD: "Isn't that my line?”
JC: “Well I figured since you cant be objective I would do both our jobs.”
LD: "ME? Unobjective?”
JC: “Yep...”
::With Cameron down Conner is able to leap forward and tag in Gabriel Krown. Krown comes into the ring and immediately begins to stomp on the knee and calf of Cameron. Softening him up for the Checkmate no doubt. Gabriel stretches Cameron's leg out and drives three straight knee smashes into the knee then pops back to his feet and runs his fingers through his hair smirking at Shawn.
Shawn immediately tries to come into the ring but the referee rushes over to stop him. Krown grabs Cameron by the leg and drags him over to his corner and slides his leg through the ropes. Conner jumps down and grabs the leg, then slams it sideways knee first into the steel ring post.::
JC: “Nice team work by Sang Sang Réal”
LD: "Oh sure, so THIS isn't cheating?”
JC: “Nope, just good team work.”
LD: ".....i give up....”
::Krown quickly pulls Cameron out of the corner and wraps his legs around Cameron's and locks in the Sharpshooter.::
JC: “CHECKMATE! Yea baby!”
LD: "But he's so close to the ropes...”
::The referee comes and checks on Cameron who shakes his head that he doesn't want to give up the match. When the referee is checking on Cameron Krown reaches out and grabs Conner's head and Conner pulls as hard as he can adding more pressure into the hold making Cameron shake his head quickly in agony.::
LD: "Come on! Referee break them up!”
JC: “What? They are making a tag!”
LD: "They don't look like it.”
::The referee looks up but only after Conner had released his partners had. When the referee looks down again Conner reaches out and grabs Krown's hand again, but this time the referee looks up in time and jumps up yelling at both men. Actually going as far as forcefully forcing Krown to break the hold.
Finally releasing the hold Krown comes back and braces the knee again and starts to deliver hard knees to the knee. Cameron sits up from the impact and grabs Krown by the hair and begins to hit headbutts into the side of the head. Cameron finally manages to get free of Krown and begins to crawl back toward his corner.
Krown quickly tags in Murphy then grabs Cameron by the leg pulling him up onto German suplex position. With him in position Murphy rushes forward and hits a clothesline before Krown finishes the German sending Cameron rolling into his corner where Shawn reaches down and makes a tag while Sang Real is celebrating.::
LD: "And they call that off with his head.”
JC: “Turn around! He tagged out!”
LD: "I don't think they care.”
::Murphy pulls Cameron into the center of the ring and hooks the leg but the referee refuses to count. Trying to tell him that Cameron tagged out. By the time Murphy realizes that he was not the legal man it was to late. He turned, almost scared and Shawn was in full move. A lariat that could only be called excessive.::
LD: "Tore up from the Floor up!”
JC: “What?!”
LD: "It's what he calls that Lariat.”
JC: “No it's not, he calls it some stupid gibberish.”
LD: "Which spoken in proper English means tore up from the floor up.....idiot.”
::Shawn immediately drops into the cover but Krown comes in to break the count up before it can even get to count one with a hard kick to the back of the skull. Cameron tries to come through the ropes but the referee stops him, both because he isn't the legal man and also because he is so weak.
Krown looks from Shawn to the referee and then quickly drags Murphy out of the ring and rolls him to the floor then drops down like Conner made the tag and he was hurt by Shawn. The referee turns around and looks around a moment then begins his ten count. After the count of three Shawn climbs to his feet and moves to pull Krown up but the fresh Krown grabs him coming in and rolls into an inside cradle.::
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
LD: "NO! Not again!”
JC: “YES! Yes!”
LD: "They stole another one!”
::As Kashmir began to play Krown rolled out of the ring and pulled Conner to his feet and began toward the ramp.::
Voice: “NO! Stop. Cut the music!”
::Standing atop the rank was Samuel.::
Samuel: “Nope. Sorry. Not this time. Referee Gabriel Krown was NOT the legal man. Restart this match right now!”
LD: "YES!”
JC: “NO!”
::Sang Real were beside themselves standing at the bottom of the ramp and Cameron Worley was angry, to put it mildly. He ran across the length of the apron and suicide bombed both Conner and Krown. Cameron began to rain down blows on Conner who scrambled away back to the side of of the ring and then finally into the ring to get away from this suddenly bionic redneck.
Cameron however didn't follow. He simply smiled and lifted a hand to point behind him. Conner froze and then turned his head very slowly to find Shawn Worley running at him full speed and hit that vicious lariat a second time then dropped into the cover.::
JC: “No! They have this match won already!”
LD: "It's what you get, when you cheat.”
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
TWO!
THREE!
LD: "YES!”
JC: “Boo!”
Jamie Hensley: “And here are your winner....Shawn and Cameron Worley.....The Cornbread Mafia!”
::Both Cameron and Shawn mount the corners nearest the ramp and raised their fists to Samuel who inclined his head with a smile and ducked back behind the curtain backstage as Jackyl “Rock-A-Ho” plays through the arena.::
LD: "Congratulations to Shawn and Cameron. They have been working for this since Tragic Engagement.”
JC: “And they shouldn't have gotten it. A three count is a three count.”
LD: "Don't worry Jason. Something tells me these four aren't done yet.”
JC: “Not by a long shot.”
::The camera shifts back to the backstage one more time to find Skylar walking out the back of the arena, seemingly searching for a room, or a person, we're not sure yet. She suddenly stop outside a closed door, She straightens her clothes then knocks. Fraser Freeman opens the door and gives her a shoulder shrug that implies yeah what do you want.::
Skylar: “Hi, I'm Skylar and... Um... I heard you could offer me protection if I need it... If I worked for you?”
::Freeman nods and extends his arm to the side ushering her in. Skylar walks in and stops to the side of The Silver Baron, who has the knights two favorite girls Nicole and Jade sat on his lap. Freeman walks over and stands in front of Baron.::
Freeman: “Boss we have business to discuss, this young lady here would like protection so she would like to work for us.”
Baron: “Oh Really? Whats your name sweetthang.”
Skylar: “Skylar Hansen. Ive been working as a prostitute for 7 years now, since I was 15. But I need protection, its getting dangerous working out of the streets on my own and for my friend too, she's a stripper.”
Baron: “Well, you've come to the right employer...Listen babe...i'm not a total asshole. if you're not comfortable doing something, you don't have to do it. plus you got more of an option of location”
::Skylar frowns::
Skylar: “What do you mean?”
Baron: “New business venture. mobile strip club to be exact”
Freeman: “But if you do work for us I can only protect you if the extra intimate side of things is carried out in Vegas, for legal reasons ofcourse.”
Skylar: “But if I wanted protection, I'd need to be in Vegas?”
Baron: “Not exactly. see what freeman meant, was if you wanted to do work beyond what is offered. The mobile strip club is just a second avenue for when we're on the road, for the wrestling. one or the other, you'll have protection.”
Freeman: “But let me state this, i cannot protect you if you are working 'the intimate' side outside of Vegas”
Skylar: “I'd be happy with either, Ive done both before. My friend Sin However, she's just a stripper. She's only 18 though. Would that be a problem?”
::Freeman laughs.::
Freeman: “a problem seriously? Baron has been known to cruise around vegas looking for girls celebrating there 18th birthday!”
Baron: “That was one time on a coke binge and you know it.”
Skylar: “Will you take on us both?”
baron: “Yeah. be ready for work in a couple days. plenty of time to get to vegas”
Freeman: “you can travel to vegas with Jade and Nicole if you like?”
Skylar: “Sure, I'd be keen to tag along with them”
Freeman: “Ok, give your details to Jade and she will make the bookings for flights and expenses on the company credit card”
::She does just that, scrawling down her details on a peice of paper and handing it to the girl. Baron's eyes shift from side to side.::
Baron: “Jade for the love of god NO first class!”
Freeman: “Boss has a point there, he still hasnt recovered from the shock he recived last time we let you loose with a company card.”
Skylar: “Never let a girl loose with your card, unless you want all your money spent right?”
Baron: “Let's just say that...it's not exactly a good idea to get me that rattled. My therapist was having a field day though”
Skylar: “Yeah I bet”
Freeman: “Mate im still trying to get that guys body print out of the office wall!”
Baron:”....no comment”
::Jade gives a bit of a pouting face::
Freeman: “Listen Skylar when you roll with us things may get a bit crazy, you may or may not have to deal with the bosses rapid mood swings depending on the time of month. But anyway joking aside roll with us and you have my protection whenever you may need it.”
::Freeman Hands Skylar a card with his personal cell number on it.::
::Anytime at all you got the number.::
Skylar: “Thank you guys, appreciate it”
::She pockets the card. Jade stands up and gives Skylar a hug as a seemingly welcome aboard gesture, however unseen to the rest in the room she whispers in her ear and only Skylar can hear.::
Jade: “Make a move on Frase and I’ll stab yo ass, got it.”
Skylar: “I wouldn’t dream of it love”
::Jade pats her on the back::
Jade: “I can see were going to get along jusssst fine.”
Skylar: “Ok so thanks guys and see you in Vegas.”
::Skylar has somewhat of a relieved smile on her face, feeling a little bit safer regarding the whole Craven business now that she has the protection of the sin city knights. Skylar turns and exits the locker room as Jade and sits back down on Barons knee and the scene shifts to another locker room.
It was all still so fresh in his mind. Broderick was sitting on the bench in the locker room with his head down and his hand over his face. One hand was taped for his match later and the other wasn't. He couldn't focus. The door to the locker room opens suddenly and we soon realize, that this wasn't his locker room, but that of Jeszika Gautier. She freezes as she enters and sees him there, then narrows her eyes at him, then proceeds to ignore him, setting to packing her bag in a vicious manner, stuffing everything inside. Without a word she goes to head back out the door.::
Brody: "Hey, wait."
::Brody was quickly to his feet and across the room. A hand placed on the door hard and the door slams shut.::
Brody: "You owe me a few minutes Jeszika. You owe me that god damn much!"
::Jeszika rolls her eyes and looks at him::
Jeszika: "What do you want me to say that hasn't already been said? You spend your life playing girls, night in night out, making them think they stand a chance. Don't like a taste of your own medicine? Is that it?"
Brody: "I told you that i would let you out of it dammit. The marriage, all of it. I apologized. I left Aerynn the fuck alone. I gave you whatever you wanted."
::He leaned in close to her and snarled.::
Brody: "The fuck do you want from me? To apologize because some stupid brainless gashes can't tell the difference between kind words for sex and the real thing? Stupid bitches get played....it's the way of the world. I didn't create the world Jeszika, i only live in it."
::Perhaps, on second glance, the wrong thing to say.::
Jeszika: "Oh so now your calling me a stupid bitch... Great Brody, reeeaaall Classy..."
::She tries to open the door::
Brody: "I wasn't....."
::A deep breath taken and he looked at her one final time then lifted his hand and turned to walk back. Muttered to himself.::
Brody: "When your chasing picket fences...there's always hell to pay."
::She may remember it. from that night with his guitar, but none the less he moved away from the door.::
Jeszika: "You just said "Stupid bitches get played" You played me that first night we met Brody... Never again..."
::She takes this moment to slip out the door and leave him there. From outside she'd hard what sounded like him kicking a chair across the room followed by the sound of a mirror shattering. Jeszika pauses at the sound, then shakes her head and continues down the hall, a faint smirk on her face, but her eyes betray a hidden truth, one she does her best to hide.
The camera stayed on the closed door for a moment before the door opened and Brody appeared again. He was a mixture of upset and pissed off. His other hand was now wrapped and he had the hooded shirt up over his head and his head down. He paused a moment took a deep breath and began to walk, then the camera shifts back to the announce table.::
LD: "What she did....he deserved it, but man he's devastated.”
JC: “He didn't deserve that! She didn't like it done to her....but she'll do it to someone else!”
LD: "He deserved worse....in fact he may get worse next.”
Jamie Hensley: “Our next match is a no-disqualification, falls-count-anywhere match set for one fall!"
LD: "And it's all about revenge! Revenge for Broderick Montgomery's heinous actions against people over the last few months, specifically Talon!"
JC: “Just going to ignore the fact that Sentinel almost threw Jeszika off the stage to get this match, are you?"
LD: "She got away with a bruise or two. Talon was put out of action. Totally not the same."
JC: “Time to take off those rose-colored glasses, Lula. Otherwise you might miss Brody putting this big retard in his place."
::The lights of the arena darken as the big screen comes to life and the guitars begin to strum. The screen shows images of a private jet, a full stretch limo...all the while the speaker system plays his taunting, mocking laugh.::
"LET'S GO!"
::As the music speeds up the images on the screen flash to images of him hitting The Playboy's Playmaker and others. Brody would comes through the curtain in a black robe and hood over his face. When he made it to the center of the stage he'd throw his arms up and cause the robe to fly off and float to the ground.::
Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 225 pounds...the All-American Nightmare...BRODERICK MONTGOMERY III!"
"I make the good girls bad and bad girls worse.
Nice guys are last cuz i'm always first.
I'm a freakshow sucker for how it feels.
Turned the girl next door into hell on heels.
I'm a red, white and blue tattooed and just don't care.
I'm your All American Nightmare.
If you wanna run away i can give you a ride.
I'm a one way ticket to your darker side.
And come with me, baby let's lose some sleep.
don't mistake me for a dream."
Nice guys are last cuz i'm always first.
I'm a freakshow sucker for how it feels.
Turned the girl next door into hell on heels.
I'm a red, white and blue tattooed and just don't care.
I'm your All American Nightmare.
If you wanna run away i can give you a ride.
I'm a one way ticket to your darker side.
And come with me, baby let's lose some sleep.
don't mistake me for a dream."
JC: “Well, you can tell he's ready for this fight. No swank thousand-dollar ring gear this time."
LD: "So because he's doffed the leather pants and traded down to jeans he's all of a sudden prepared for Sentinel?"
JC: “He even told Aerynn to stay backstage apparently. Guess he doesn't want her to see her new chum beaten down."
::A cocky smirk touched his lips. Uncharacteristically absent tonight, he walks down the rampway until they come to the ring and he slides beneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Brody mounts the middle rope and holds up his arm for the crowd as he gets that screaming boo, with the faintest hint of cheers mixed in.::
"They'll try to lock me up and throw away the key.
But there never gonna hold down a freak like me.
I'm a an outcast, smoking grass, living for speed.
I got everything you want, but nothing that you need.
Give it to me baby!"
But there never gonna hold down a freak like me.
I'm a an outcast, smoking grass, living for speed.
I got everything you want, but nothing that you need.
Give it to me baby!"
LD: "Now who's delusional? You're talking about a man who's yet to be pinned here in the UWA and who's fueled by vengeance. I won't say Brody can't get the job done cause we know he can..."
JC: “About time you came around."
LD: "...but I just don't think he knows what he's in for."
JC: “Don't worry. He'll make you a believer tonight."
Jamie Hensley: “And now, introducing his opponent..."
::The techno-rock instrumental theme, "The Sentinel" by Celldweller, starts to ripple through the speakers as smoke starts to billow through the floor of the stage. Upon a rising platform, illuminated by a single purple spotlight, is the massive form of the Silent Destroyer, Sentinel. His arms are slightly extended from his body. Similar to Broderick, the big man has gone with black jeans and a black tank for the fight this evening. He pauses to soak in a surprising number of cheers before heading down the ramp toward the ring.::
Jamie Hensley: “...from Valley Forge, Tennessee and weighing in at 281 pounds...the Silent Destroyer...SENTINEL!"
::Sentinel gets halfway to the ring before Broderick leaves it and charges him! Right near the bottom of the ramp is where they collide, trading heavy right hands!::
JC: “And here we go! Brody's already taking it to the big mute goof!"
LD: "Some wicked forearm shots by Brody but Sentinel's answering back! He's not the kind of guy you want to trade soup bones with!"
::That's for damn sure as Sentinel gets the better of Brody, rocking him with stiff right hands. The referee is barely window-dressing, existing only to count the pin as he follows the pair around the ringside area while they attempt to turn one another's faces into tapioca. Raking the eyes of the monster, Brody adroitly leaps onto the barricade, runs along it and leaps onto his back! Clenching an arm tight under Sentinel's chin and against his throat, he tries to cut off the Silent Destroyer's air supply.
Sentinel reaches back, trying to get hold of the All-American Nightmare but comes up fruitless. He settles for backing into the ring post a couple times to shake Brody loose. Falling off and against the metal post, Brody barely has the sense to move when Sentinel comes at him with arm extended. He ducks aside and Sentinel is just able to stop himself...before a dropkick between the shoulders has the Silent Destroyer going face-first into the cold steel!::
JC: “See? Angry giant is stupid giant! Brody has him right where he wants him!"
LD: "For now!"
JC: “Like I said: by the end of the match, you'll be a believer."
::Brody hops up onto the barricade again and sails through the air at Sentinel, landing a sweet spinning heel kick that knocks the monster to the floor. He leaps on for a pin attempt.::
ONE!
::But is thrown off before the hand ever comes down for two. Not willing to lose his advantage, Brody goes under the ring to find some plunder, coming up with a broomstick to start with. He rears back with it as though it were a sword, just waiting on Sentinel to get up. The moment the Silence Behind the Violence is upright, Broderick aims for the ribs with a big swing...and Sentinel traps the weapon between his arm and body.::
JC: “Umm..."
LD: "There's death in those eyes, Jason. It's frightening."
::Having no luck yanking the makeshift weapon free, Brody lands a boot to the extreme lower abdomen which forces Sentinel to let go of the handle. Sidestepping, Brody snaps the wooden shaft across the spine of his opponent after two vicious swings. Dropped to his hands and knees, Sentinel is wide open for Brody who raises the leg of his jeans so he can rake the laces of his boot down the side of the monster's face. Backing off several steps, he charges in to drive a knee into the temple of the Silent Destroyer who leans out of the way just in the nick.
Brody's dexterity pays off and he keeps from ramming into the barricade, turning on a dime and coming back at Sentinel. He's caught around the throat as he barrels in and thrown back-first into the ring ropes, his body whiplashed from the impact. Landing unsteadily on the floor, Brody is turned inside-out thanks to a hard clothesline!::
JC: “Is he trying to snap Brody's neck?!"
LD: "I'd say he's within his rights! But he's taken a beating more than Brody has so far. Hopefully he can use these few moments to regain his breath."
::Both are up at about the same time and Sentinel snatches Brody again by the throat, backing him over the ring apron and landing a chop with reverberating impact. Literally. They hear it in the cheap seats. And he doesn't stop at one, either. Sentinel has something of a reputation for having some of the hardest chops around and after only three blows Brody is reeling. Ripping his shirt open to eliminate even the slightest protection, Sentinel proceeds to turn those pecs damn near purple with several more slashing impacts via the edge of his hand.::
LD: "Eventually he's just going to split Brody's chest open...and I can't say I'd be sorry to see it!"
::Brody finally escapes the onlsaught, fighting off an attempt to grab him again via an elbow to the jaw. It's only a temporary separation as he's grabbed by the head and slung into the timekeeper's table, going right over the barricade and on top of the bell itself. That proves to be a bad move on Sentinel's part as Brody uses that bell to rattle the big man's skull when he makes another grab.::
JC: “See? The big dummy just can't keep his gameplan straight and Brody's focused!"
::Knocked backwards from the impact, Sentinel is up against the ringpost when Brody comes off the barricade with the bell raised high. He smacks nothing but post, though, denting the bell when Sentinel ducks aside. Bouncing Brody's head off the apron, Sentinel snaps off another pair of chops before driving his boot into Brody's face, sending him down hard. The All-American Nightmare is down but scrambling, trying to get over the barricade before Sentinel gets hold of him. And he almost makes it.
Snatched by the hair, Brody turns around and pokes the eyes again, endeavoring to smash Sentinel's head into the barrier. The big man puts on the brakes and lands another stiff chop that has Brody reeling. Stepping over the barricade and into the mass of fans himself, Sentinel tears at Brody's ripped-open shirt as the Nightmare tries to evade him. Fans swarm around them in a circle and Sentinel starts choking Brody with the torn shirt, yanking him head-first into one of the stair rails. That seems to have busted Brody open but he keeps going, only turning to trade shots with Sentinel as they move toward the concourse.::
JC: “I just know Brody has a plan here...but, ah...he better put it into action quick!"
LD: "Worried about your favorite there, Jason? I don't blame you."
JC: “Match aint over yet, Lula."
::There's more fans on the upper levels but that doesn't stop these two as they battle through the souvenier stand, upsetting at least one table and a few displays. A replica title is smashed into Sentinel's face but it merely appears to piss off the monster. He throws Brody into one of the trash cans and almost punts his head off his shoulders, striking nothing but can as Brody scrambles out of the way.
On to the concession stand they go where Sentinel gets a face-full of Bud Light snatched fresh from the hands of a fan. Getting a vicious look of his own, the All-American Nightmare grabs a metal napkin holder from the counter and smashes it full-bore into the Silent Destroyer's face! But he doesn't stop at one blow...one has to think that this is retaliation for the barrage of chops as Brody rains down blows with the metal box, finally throwing the dented receptacle aside. Crimson streaks down Sentinel's face as Brody holds his arms up in the air victoriously.::
JC: “And those bloodthirsty fans are cheering these two on! I love it!"
LD: "Brody better not celebrate too long..."
JC: “Don't be a sore loser, Lula! He's got things well in hand..."
::He did, rather. Then he backed into the monster. Literally grabbing the Nightmare by the ears, Sentinel headbutts Brody three or four times...enough for his blood to smear over Brody's face before he's sent down to the hard floor with a short-arm clothesline. Looking about with a wild glint in his gray eyes, Sentinel grabs Brody by the hair and brings him over to the concession counter, smacking his head off the counter itself before, in a display of twisted aggression, pressed Brody's face against the hot glass of the pretzel machine!::
LD: "Oh my God!"
JC: “Now that's going TOO far!"
::Obviously, Sentinel disagrees! Brody howls in pain, coming away with a sizable burn on his cheek that's exacerbated by a stiff right from Sentinel. Falling through one of the dividers set up in front of the stand, Brody's looking for respite as Sentinel rips off his tank top, throwing the shredded fabric at Brody insultingly. The Nightmare isn't out of it yet, though. He hoofs the Silence Behind the Violence between the uprights from his prone position.
For a moment, it looks like that silence might be broken. But instead Sentinel goes to his knees in sheer agony.::
JC: “Payback, bastard!"
LD: "How cheap can you get?!"
JC: “Look at Brody's face and ask again!"
::That's far from enough for Brody. He yanks the straps free of one of the dividers and brings the pole out of the base, wielding it against Sentinel's back and ribs, leaving the big man writhing on the stained floor. Jamming the top of the improvised weapon against the stomach of Sentinel, Brody drops down to his knees and uses it to cut off the big man's air, grinding the smooth metal against the monster's throat and yelling in his face.
They don't have the same vigor as before, but Sentinel's punches, desperate as they are, get Brody to back off. Brody still swings for the melon, trying to take Sentinel's head off as he's on his way to his feet. The Silent Destroyer ducks the swing and spears the schnike out of Brody, the two men going through another table from the momentum.
Both men are bleeding considerable at this point but neither seems to give a damn about it. Anger and adrenaline are a potent enough cocktail to keep them fighting as they battle back into the stands and down the steps toward the ringside area. Nothing fancy here, just tons of boots and fists along with some head-bouncing off whatever's handy sprinkled in. By the time they reach ringside however Brody has removed his belt and is 'lining up' Sentinel's back with harsh swings.::
LD: "And they're back...but I don't think they'll be here long. Look at them."
JC: “They'll be here as long as it takes for Brody to put this beast down."
::Something seems to snap in Sentinel as Brody keeps swinging the belt. Shrugging off a few slashing swings he snatches Brody by the hair and hurls him over the barricade. Wrapping the belt around his hand, Brody decks Sentinel hard in the jaw, sending the big man reeling. A bit of blood drips from the corner of his lips but the monster licks it off the back of his hand and out of nowhere roars right in Brody's shocked face! The Nightmare falls back out of surprise more than anything else as Sentinel stalks him with a twisted grin against his bloody complexion!::
JC: “Oh...shit."
LD: "That's, um...that's bad, right?"
JC: “That's not a man! That's a damn monster! Get the hell out of there, Brody!"
::You can't call it cowardly because...who the hell wouldn't run from something like that?! Brody gets to his feet quick despite the fatigue and takes off for the backstage area as Sentinel sprints after him. Cameras catch them both tearing through Gorilla with Sentinle colliding with Brody from behind and sending him into the wall. Grabbing Brody by the throat, he sends the Nightmare against the wall a few more times before attempting a chokeslam. Brody slips the attempt and shoves Sentinel face-first into the wall before using his hair to try and do it again. Sentinel elbows his way out and Irish whips Brody through one of the doors at the end of the hall, sending other wrestlers behind it scrambling.
Brody whips an open locker door into the big man's face and leaps off a bolted-down bench to cross-body Sentinel to the floor. Taking no chances, he grabs a nearby chair and waffles Sentinel across the head before attempting only the second pin of the match.::
ONE!
TWO!
JC: “How'd he kick out of that?!"
::That's what Brody wants to know...until he gets his own sick expression. He yells something about Talon at Sentinel and picks the monster up, positioning the top of the chair against his throat. Rearing back, Brody is only inches from accomplishing his diabolical plan when Sentinel wrenches free. Brody keeps hold of the chair but that proves to be a bad idea when Sentinel, with a short running start, kicks it right into his face!::
LD: "Nose job for the Nightmare!"
JC: “That was NOT funny! Do you know what it'll cost to get that fixed?!"
::Sentinel locks Brody into a pumphandle after dragging him up, seeking to end this with Black Lightning...but as with the chokeslam, Brody slips out delivers a few forearms to the back of Sentinel's skull to give himself time to escape. He shoves his way past a few of the preliminary wrestlers in his way, one of whom is unfortunately in Sentinel's way as he gives chase. The poor bastard is thrown into the wall as the Silent Destroyer charges past and right into a kicked-shut door courtesy of the Nightmare!
Brody picks up a nearby trash can and drives it into Sentinel's face before again trying to score the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Frustration is starting to build up in Brody but lucky for him the big man is starting to feel the effects of the brawl again. Brody leads Sentinel toward what looks like the catering area and whips him into a soda machine, looking for something on the table to aid in his assault. And a serving fork, apparently, will do just fine!::
LD: "Oh, come on...that's a little TOO much!"
JC: “You weren't saying that when Sentinel tried to cook Brody's face!"
::Brody takes sick delight in raking the business end of the fork over Sentinel's brow, drawing more blood from the already-wounded flesh. He's thankfully stopped short of taking an eye out but it's too close for comfort. Sentinel is drawn along by the hair, near-blinded by his own blood as Brody seems to want to take this back down to the ringside area. Throwing off the Nightmare's grip, Sentinel fires back but his blows don't have the same ferocity that they once had and Brody's reponses are laced with hate.
It isn't until Sentinel reverses a particularly-hard Irish whip and breaks a window with Brody's back that he starts feeling that second (or is it third? Fourth?) wind. Reeling from the multiple small wounds on his back, Brody takes a modified spinebuster against a nearby table which shockingly doesn't break. He rolls off of it, now being pulled instead of Sentinel toward the entrance ramp!::
LD: "And they're back...and looking horrible! Wait a second, is Sentinel about to...?!"
JC: “Now that's just too much!"
::What he threatened to do to Brody's wife weeks ago he now seems prepared to do to the man himself! Sentinel positions Brody for a powerbomb that would end in a nasty splat on the floor below only for Brody to punch his way out of the hold! Sentinel is almost knocked off himself by another precision dropkick but manages to not topple down. That doesn't stop Brody from launching himself at the big man, though, sending them both off the stage and through set pieces on the floor!::
JC: “That's gotta be it!"
::One would think so, but there's still life in both men. It starts with a crawl but ends with them using the stage and whatever's handy to pull themselves upright, going right back to trading fists as they fight their way back to the ring. Yet they never get into it, instead fighting their way around the ringside area toward the announce table.::
JC: “Whoa, hey, don't bring this mess over here!"
LD: "Too close!"
::Not as far as Brody and Sentinel are concerned. The Silent Destroyer bounces Brody's head off the table a few times then just throws him to the floor in disgust. In the time it takes him to set up the ring steps before the table however, Brody realizes something is up. A facebuster onto the steps renders Sentinel defenseless and, seeing what might have been in store for him, Brody decides to act first. Ascending the steps, he pulls the big man across his shoulders...::
JC: “Playboy's Playmaker! If he hits this it's goodbye monster!"
::Sentinel elbows his way out of the hold and is shoved ribs-first into the table. His only recourse is to smash a monitor into Brody's head. He proceeds to clear off the table, clotheslining the Nightmare when he's averted from his task. Pulling off the last few items and tossing them aside, Sentinel turns on Brody, dropping him face-first on the steps.::
LD: "We'd better get out of here, Jason!"
JC: “For once we agree!"
::They do it just in the nick. Brody fights back against the beast and very nearly suplexes the Silent Destroyer through the table. Sentinel fights back and after hoisting up the Nightmare...he puts him through the table with the Black Sunset!::
JC: “The table just exploded! That monster just killed Brody!"
LD: "Don't be overdramatic!"
::Staggering down off the steps, Sentinel practically falls on Brody, having used up the last of his stamina to drive him through the table.::
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
TWO!
THREE!
LD: "It's over!"
JC: “Damn that Sentinel!"
Jamie Hensley: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...SENTINEL!"
::"The Sentinel" hits as Sentinel has his arm raised, still sitting amongst the wreckage of the table. He pulls his arm from the referee's though, not wanting to be interfered with at this moment. He pulls himself to his feet and staggers toward the ring, searching beneath it until he comes up with a steel chain.::
JC: “Oh, come on! Wasn't that enough?!"
LD: "Apparently not! I don't like it, either!"
::Sentinel wraps the chain around his right hand and arm before pulling Brody up to his feet, the Nightmare still on spaghetti legs after that brutal Black Sunset. Sentinel holds him up with a hand around his throat, leveling three straight right hands at Brody's wounded forehead. Grabbing his arm, he fakes an Irish whip to position Brody in front of him with the Nightmare's back facing him. Winding up that steel-enhanced right arm, Sentinel blasts Brody at the back of the neck with a crushing clothesline!::
LD: "Chains of Fate! I think he knocked Brody clean out!"
::Going down from the force of his own blow, Sentinel is on his hands and knees for a long moment or two before he finally pulls himself up thanks to the ring being there as an anchor. Long after Sentinel has left the ring, Brody is still lying in the center of it, and the camera shifted to the back one final time.
The office of Oliver Georgio. Oliver sat behind his desk with his hands folded in front of him. Standing on the other side of the desk was Samuel Johnson. Samuel had his hands in his pockets and his hair up in a ponytail.::
Samuel: “You sure you made the right decision?”
Oliver: “....No. But I suppose it's one that had to be made.”
Samuel: “And if she makes good on her threat?”
Oliver: “....Then I suppose we will have to deal with that when the time comes.”
Samuel: “Are you sure sir?”
Oliver: “It was better then the alternative Samuel.”
Samuel: “I suppose your right....”
Oliver: “Go and tell Aerynn my decision.”
Samuel: “You sure you don't want to do that in person....sir?”
Oliver: “I don't think Aerynn wants to see me.”
::Samuel simply nods and leaves the room leaving Oliver sitting behind his desk looking down at his hands, hoping he made the right choice. The camera shifts back to the announce table for the last time.::
JC: “Here we are Lula. What may be the final match of Aerynn Donnelly.”
LD: "Don't sound so happy....though Oliver did sound pretty certain didn't he?”
JC: “Hey, she thinks she can make ultimatums of the President and C.E.O. Of U.W.A.”
Jamie Hensley: “This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the U.W.A. World Wrestling Championship. Introducing first from Belfast, Ireland and weighting in at Two hundred and forty-five pounds. He is the Firecracker.....Pauly O'Conner!”
"And Shepherds we shall be For thee, my Lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee And teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti."
::As the prayer ends, green, orange, and white pyros go off and Pauly comes bursting from be hind the curtains and onto the ramp. He high fives a few people in the crowd. He even takes a moment to take a fans phone and take a picture with them.::
"You're the fighter you've got the fire
The spirit of a warrior, the champion's heart
You fight for your life because the fighter never quits
You make the most of the hand you're dealt
Because the quitter never wins
No!"
::Pauly slides in the ring and jumps to his feet. He then throws his arms in the air as more pyros go off. The music fades as Pauly makes his way to his corner for the start of the match.::
LD: "This is going to be a interesting match for these two. They are best friends after all.”
JC: “Then I hope Aerynn is ready to lose her title to a friend.”
LD: "Somehow I doubt that.”
Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent from Boston, Massachusetts and weighting in at One hundred and forty-five pounds. She is the U.W.A. World Wrestling Champion. The Irish Princess....Aerynn Donnelly.”
::The arena suddenly goes black. Up on the tron, the barely seen outline of a pair of tiger’s eyes can be seen.::
“Ro-oar, Ro-oar, Ro-oar, Ro-oar, Ro-oar… RO-OAR!”
::The lights suddenly burst into life as Aerynn comes through the curtains and moves to stand at the top of the ramp with a huge smile on her face.::
LD: "It can't be....”
“I got the eye of the tiger; a Fighter; Dancing through the fire.
‘Cause I am a Champion..”
‘Cause I am a Champion..”
JC: “There's no way!”
::With the word ‘Champion’, Aerynn raises her right arm up. Holding the World Wrestling Champion belt up high and lifted her other hand and slapped the U.W.A. World Title that hung from her hand. It was the true and real U.W.A. World Title.::
LD: "It's the real one! Oliver finally stood up to The Children!”
“..And you’re gonna hear me roar.
Louder, louder than a lion.
‘Cause I am a Champion and you’re gonna hear me roar.”
Louder, louder than a lion.
‘Cause I am a Champion and you’re gonna hear me roar.”
::With the word ‘roar’, she throws both arms up into the air, throws her head back and arches her back as if she’s roaring. She straightens up and starts making her way to the ring.::
“You held me down; But I got up. (HEY!)
Already brushing off the dust.
You hear my voice; You hear that sound.
Like thunder gonna shake the ground.”
::Aerynn reaches the ring and slides under the bottom ropes. She then moves to the middle of the ring and stands there with her head bowed for a few seconds.::
“You held me down; But I got up. (HEY!)
Get ready ‘cause I’ve had enough.
I see it all; I see it now.”
Get ready ‘cause I’ve had enough.
I see it all; I see it now.”
::She then raises the belt up above her head with both hands, then looks up with a triumphant grin on her face as the fans screamed.::
“I got the eye of the tiger; a Fighter; Dancing through the fire.”
::At the word ‘fire’, a mixture of green, white and orange fireworks explode all around the arena.::
“’Cause I am a Champion; And you’re gonna hear me roar.
Louder, louder than a lion.
‘Cause I am a Champion; And you’re gonna hear me roar!”
Louder, louder than a lion.
‘Cause I am a Champion; And you’re gonna hear me roar!”
::Aerynn and Pauly both come to the center of the ring and Aerynn held the belt out to her challenger. Then in a show of sportsmanship unheard of it in U.W.A. Pauly grabbed one side of the belt with his right hand and Aerynn grabbed the other side of the belt with her left hand and the two of them raised the belt into the air for the fans to see proudly.::
LD: "Well how about that. She did it. She got Oliver to stand up for himself and his company.”
JC: “But what will this action bring about?
LD: "Only time will tell Jason, but I am not worried.”
JC: “Says the woman who hasn't had two runs in with those psycho’s already.”
::The referee takes the belt and hands it to Jamie as she exits the ring and the bell rings. Pauly and Aerynn come to the center of the ring and exchange a quick handshake before locking up. Pauly immediately forces Aerynn back into the ropes. Aerynn lifts her arms into the air and Pauly breaks the hold but whips her instead across the ring.
When Pauly comes to the center of the ring to meet Aerynn the woman dives toward him and wraps herself around him before rolling him into an inside cradle and the referee slides into position to begin his count.::
ONE
KICKOUT!
KICKOUT!
::Aerynn rolls away from Pauly and pops back to her feet with both her fists raised and Pauly rolls backwards and climbed to his feet grinning. Aerynn comes forward quickly and aims a kick at his leg but Pauly lifts the leg up. A quick right hand is throw aside by Pauly but Aerynn grabs the back of his head and pulls him down into knees to the face which Pauly gets his hands up to block.
After a few knees are blocked Pauly's hands shots out and grab Aerynn by the calves and pull. Aerynn falls to her back and Pauly immediately falls down and tries to lock in a head lock only to have Aerynn roll sideways again and pop back to her feet. The action gets a standing ovation for the back and forth action.::
LD: "These two knock each other to well. There gonna have to dig deeper then that.”
JC: “I don't think Aerynn had anything deeper.”
LD: "And you think your better?”
JC: “I never said that.....”
LD: "Then shut up.”
::Pauly and Aerynn come back to the center of the ring and quickly bump fists before locking up again this time Pauly quickly turns it into a side headlock. Pauly torques back on the neck a moment before Aerynn places her hands behind his back and shoves. Pauly runs at the ropes but Aerynn doesn't want. As soon as he hits the ropes she sprints forward and leaps.
When Pauly turns on the ropes Aerynn is already in midair and connects with a hard knee to the face that drops him to the mat. Aerynn had to grab the ropes to keep from going over them. Aerynn stands leaning on the ropes to take a deep breath then comes forward to pull Pauly back to his feet.::
LD: "Nice back and forth match still. These two are evenly matched.”
JC: “I don't know if that’s a compliment for Aerynn or a insult for Pauly.”
LD: "Do you have to be a douche?”
JC: “....Usually?”
::As Aerynn leans down to pull Pauly back to his feet Pauly launches himself off the mat and grabs her by the head. Using his body weight he pulled her down and drove her face into the mat.::
LD: "RISING SUN!”
JC: “No Way....”
LD: "Only problem is Pauly is so close to the ropes....”
::Pauly rolls Aerynn onto her back and hooks the leg.::
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
::Pauly leans up on his knees and looks in belief at the referee and holds up three fingers but the referee shakes his head and holds up two. Aerynn however knowing where she was in the ring rolled sideways and fell to her knees outside the ring holding her head.::
LD: "Smart move by Aerynn.”
JC: “Will it be enough to save her?”
::Pauly moves to the ropes and leans through the middle rope to check on Aerynn. Seeing Aerynn kneeling in front of the ring Pauly gets a strange, almost happy look in his eyes and then runs the opposite direction. Pauly comes back across the ring and goes to dive through the middle rope until Aerynn stood up and rocked him with a hard right hand, and then a second before staggering toward the ring post.
Aerynn grabbed the ring post for support and looked back to see Pauly half in the ring and half out on his knees leaning down on the middle rope. She looks from Pauly to the crowd and then back at Pauly and then lunges forward herself. Lifting her legs into a bicycle motion and drives the side of her flat of her foot into the side of Pauly's head.::
LD: "STALL 'N CRAWL!”
JC: “And what a kick that was. That almost took his head off.”
::Aerynn pushed herself back to her feet and saw the momentum of her kick had knocked Pauly back into the ring. Aerynn slides back into the ring and rolls Pauly toward the center and hooks the leg.::
ONE
TWO
THRE-KICKOUT!
LD: "Aerynn can't believe it! He kicked out!”
::Aerynn rolls back and staggers back to her feet staring down at Pauly in disbelief as he begins to pull himself to his feet. Aerynn comes forward and rocks him with a flurry of rights and lefts but Pauly is able to fight his way back and grabs one of her blows coming in and whips her across the ring and into the corner.
Pauly comes sprinting forward and hits a clothesline that slams her between him and the corner and then runs to the opposite corner again. Pauly comes forward again and aims a big boot at Aerynn but the smaller, quicker woman drops and rolls out of the corner leaving Pauly to kick the top turnbuckle at full speed.::
LD: "God that looked painful.”
JC: “Didn't just look it....i think Pauly is hurt...”
LD: "He is limping rather heavily on that leg now isn't he?”
JC: “Yes he is.”
LD: "And I don't think Aerynn knows it....”
::Aerynn is in the opposite corner, instead of diagonally, she is straight across leaning back on the corner holding her chest from the clothesline. Pauly turns out of the corner at the same moment Aerynn comes out of hers. Pauly takes a single step on his good leg without a problem, but the second he plants weight on the second leg his leg gives out and his hands drop to his leg.
Aerynn was already in mid shift as Pauly's hands dropped. The bicycle motion unstoppable and her extended foot catches Pauly fully in the face dropping him backwards with Aerynn tangled with him and atop him.::
LD: "I don't think Aerynn realizes he is hurt!”
JC: “She's in cover position none the less!”
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner and....STILL U.W.A. World Wrestling Champion......AERYNN DONNELLY!
::Aerynn doesn't celebrate. She rolls to her knees and immediately hovers over Pauly who is holding his knee and waves for the doctors to get out to the ring. When the doctors come out Pauly waves them off and with Aerynn helps gets back to his feet. He grabs the rope for stability and grabs Aerynn's hand with the other and lifts her arm in victory as “Roar” hits the PA System.::
LD: "Now that is sportsmanship.”
JC: “Here's to hoping Pauly is okay.”
LD: "Seconded.”
::Aerynn is shown asking Pauly if he is okay, to which he nods and nods for her to hold up the World Title. Aerynn, looking a bit unsure nods and mounts the middle rope and holds the title over her head as he U.W.A. Logo flashes in the corner and the show comes to an end.::