.:: AWF Presents: Prestige 1 - Live from Bethesda, OH ::.
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Special Independence Day Show
Live at the VFW in Bethesda, OH
6/30/17
Capacity: 75
A Special Announcement by AWF CEO, Felix Ziko.
The crowd within the VFW for the debut edition of Prestige has been bustling. They talk with each other about the show. They speculate on how successful it's going to be; if it'll be worth it or not. That's when the lights dim. The crowd roars in excitement. As this is a VFW, no pyrotechnics can be used, but various LED lights shine from all different angles and circle around. "Ravenous" by X-Ray Dog begin to play. The crowd cheer even harder. A few moments later, a giant walks out. Everyone knows him to be Ascension Wrestling Federation's CEO, Felix Ziko, formerly known as Fezzik. He walks up the steps, over the top rope and takes the microphone from the announcer's hand. The lights return to normal ambiance.
Felix: "Friends. Look around you. You are here, in person, to a historic moment in professional wrestling: The birth of the Ascension Wrestling Federation!"
The giant roars loudly and throws his fist up in the air. The crowd cheers.
Felix: "There are many wrestling promotions out there. Richer, more powerful wrestling promotions. Ones with larger wallets that can buy the loyalty of kings and emperors, if they so wish. I tell you, we aren't one of those wrestling promotions."
Felix paces around the ring., giving attention to the audience on the other side of the ring.
Felix: "So I bet you're asking yourself, 'What makes this place so great? Every wrestling promotion can claim that they're great.' And that may be true, but there is something about us that is different from everyone else - and listen closely, for this is a very important difference."
Felix circles around and points to the four turnbuckles.
Felix: "Within this squared circle, careers have been made. Careers have been broken. People have bled, and people have died. For those who have died, they've had it easy. Within the wrestling ring, people have suffered, and their lives have been ruined. You see, wrestling has degenerated into a war zone. It has turned into a dishonorable place where back-stabbing, under-handed attacks happen. This is a place where people attempt to hurt their opponents by going through their loved ones. And worst of all, their management has accepted this. More than that, they encourage it. They see this chaos and they embrace it! It's sickening!"
Felix spits onto the ground.
Felix: "No such thing will happen here. We will have a positive environment. This will be a place where men and women will stand across from one another as mortals, as equals. They will push themselves to their limits and test each other. They will see how strong they will be. How fast, how agile. This ring will embrace the very foundations of sportsmanship and respect. And the competitor that stands after the dust has cleared will have won because they have fared better than their opponent that day, not because they resorted to cheap tricks. Now tonight, we will have our very first episode of Prestige tonight. My colleagues and co-owners of the AWF, Timothy O'Leary and Terry Bradshaw, has searched far and wide and we have recruited many talented wrestlers. Many are new to the business and many have been around the block quite a number of times. For those of you who are new, welcome! You may find this to be a nerve-wracking experience, but rest assured - you will find a mutually respective work environment here."
Felix paces around the ring a little more.
Felix: "And for those of you who know their way around the ropes, I have a message you'd be wise to listen to. This is not a place where you can bring your dirty laundry from your past. Any poor morals you've brought from elsewhere isn't welcome. There will be no politics played here. There will be no intimidation. Championships can never be given away; they can only be won through competition - through a test of the limits of your body. If there is one thing for both rookies and veterans alike to know here, it's that the Ascension Wrestling Federation revolves around respect. That's why I want to announce that tonight, on the first episode of Prestige, we will have a tournament to crown our first AWF Champi-"
Felix is cut off as the lights went out. The crowd beings muttering among one another. The sound of someone tapping on the microphone sounds thorughout.
Felix: "Friends, there's no cause for concern. This should just be a momentary issue we'll straighten out shortly."
The crowds still mutter about for the next couple of moments. Chairs are shuffled and Felix is looking all around, trying to get in touch with staff. Suddenly, Sahara by Nightwish plays. The lights return at T-Bone comes out in an immaculately sharp suit. The crowd isn't certain what to expect from this new face. T-Bone enters the ring and extends his hand to Felix. The AWF CEO eyes his hand, and hesitantly shakes.
Felix: "Excuse me. I hope you haven't gotten lost. This is a VFW Hall and not a fancy arena, but the fans should be in the audience so if you don't mind..."
Felix points to the crowd. T-Bone rubs his chin for a moment.
T-Bone: "I see."
He pulls out a business card from the inside of his jacket and offers it to Felix.
T-Bone: "Thaddeus Bone, Investor. T-Bone, if you'd prefer. Actually, I'd prefer."
Felix: "Mr. Bone-"
T-Bone: "Atcha. Mr. T-Bone."
Felix: "Mr. T-Bone-"
T-Bone: "Just T-Bone. Mr. T-Bone is my father."
Felix: "T-Bone-
T-Bone: "Actually, I'll speak, hand me the microphone please."
Felix sizes up T-Bone, and then decides to hand it to him.
T-Bone: "I know by my nice suit, and by my ability to speak in complete sentences, that I stand out here in Cleveland."
The crowd boos, taken aback by the multiple insults within a single sentence.
T-Bone: "And I know Mr. Giant Man... I don't really care what you're name is. I know that you thought you had everything under control here. But, as you may have realized, control, and Mr. Bradshaw, these are two things that should never exist in the same sentence."
Felix shakes his head.
T-Bone: "Because a few nights ago, a Mr. Bradshaw phoned me up! Told me he had the investment opportunity of a lifetime! Butt Wrestling."
The crowd chuckles.
T-Bone: "Obviously, it is a stupid idea. But, Mr. ummm...Eli Manning... He and I...we made a deal. This ring that we are standing in? Is as much mine as it is yours."
Felix looks dumbfounded. He mouths, 'what?'
T-Bone: "Now, you may be wondering, why would I waste my time coming to Cleveland of all places?"
The crowd starts chanting 'This isn't Cleveland!'
T-Bone: "Well, two reasons. One, I was bored, and I could be amused by slapping a bunch of no-named Joes in Cleveland. Two, I could actually turn a small profit on this investment. People love disaster reality TV. I'll become THE STAR of this fed, then ruin the fed, and flip the DVD sales for a quick and easy profit."
Ruin the fed and the work that Felix invested so much time into? He face begins to redden.
Felix: "You can't do that."
Felix leans into the microphone, and T-Bone pulls it away.
T-Bone: "I can, and in fact, I already am. But first, I gotta build this place up. So I'll tell you what. I know you were out here announcing some stupid tournament, but here's the thing. Mr. Bradshaw and I struck a deal. I became an active wrestler, and you declare me the first AWF Champion!"
The crowd boos at this prospect. They certainly appear to not want a champion who doesn't care enough to know the town they're in.
T-Bone: "I don't see the title, why don't you run along to the back and fetch it for me?"
T-Bone drops the microphone, goes over to the ropes, and pulls the middle one down for Felix. Felix looks at him, and then picks it up.
Felix: "So, Terry decided to make you a wrestler here. Is that right? Well as your boss, I will make very well clear that when I make an announcement, you should listen. No one is exempt from the rules - I don't care how nice your suit looks! So here's a message you can understand loud and clear: I'm not handing you anything! This is the AWF, and in the AWF, things are done right! So even if I wanted to, I couldn't hand you the title. Championships in the AWF can only be won and lost in this ring. And the first AWF Champion will be determined by whoever wins the tournament that begins TONIGHT!"
T-Bone steps off the ropes and looks Felix up and down. He flexes his shoulders and takes the microphone from Felix.
T-Bone: "Oh, so you want to play games? You want to play politics with me? Mr. ummm... Barry Bonds, I heard you loud and clear before. In fact, weren't you the one just crowing about how you hate politics and would never play them again? Then why are you playing them with me?"
The crowd boos, showing their clear disdain for the nicely dressed gentleman.
T-Bone: "Did I ask for your opinion, Cleveland? No? Then shut up. Now you, Mr. umm Buster Posey, prove to these people that you are above the politics and the games. I struck a deal with your boss. Now how are you going to make this right for me?"
T-Bone begins walking a circle around the ring to give Felix a moment to think. He makes a point to trace this circle with his free hand while looking at Felix. As he completes his circle he looks back up at Felix.
T-Bone: "And don't you even dare suggest that I have to waste my time wrestling in your stupid tournament."
Felix asks for the microphone back to say something, but instead T-Bone paces another circle around the ring, prompting the live crowd to boo at him once again. T-Bone shakes his head and then looks back at Felix.
T-Bone: "You and I, we are going to enter my circle of trust. I understand that you think that you are a man of honor. You think you are. But you're not. If you were, you would honor my deal with Mr. Bradshaw, instead of making excuses! No, forget the title, forget the tournament. I don't want any of that. Mr. Ziko...and I will call you that now because the situation demands respect, I will forget the terms of my deal with Mr. Bradshaw. But there is a price, a price I want you to pay."
Felix says 'are you serious?'
T-Bone: "Mr. Ziko, I want one thing, and one thing only. I want...no I demand! I demand your loyalty to me. We are going to start over, and we are going to do things right. And the AWF will reach great heights, so long as I decide that should happen. You are going to be loyal to me, because deep down, that is what you want. You want a great man to lead the AWF. That's why you made a deal with Mr. Bradshaw. But you and I both know two things. One, you are a follower. If not, you would be leading this dump by yourself. Two, Mr. bradshaw is not that great leader who will inspire you. I am. We will do great things, and when the time is right, I will burn this place to the ground. You will be glad I did. Welcome to my circle, Mr. Ziko.
T-Bone hands Felix the microphone with his left hand, while extending his right to shake hands. Felix stares at it for a moment as the crowd boos. He says something inaudible to T-Bone, but it is enough to make him drop his hand. T-Bone shakes his head as Felix brings the microphone to his mouth, starring daggers at T-Bone.
Felix: "You walk into this ring, interrupting as the history of wrestling is being changed forever. You insult this crowd, tell me that you're going to ruin this place just so you can get your kicks and make a quick buck? And now you're telling me to go along with this? You're telling me that I should just up and do something for you like I've wronged you at all?"
T-Bone nods his head 'yes' while the crowd boos some more.
Felix: "Let me tell you something. Since you signed a contract with Mr. Bradshaw, you are a member of this roster. Which means I AM your boss! Not the other way around! You can forget your delusions of running this place, of representing this place, of destroying this place!"
The crowd cheers!
Felix: "This is the Ascension Wrestling Federation! The W stands for wrestling...which you will be doing tonight!"
T-Bone yells 'don't you dare' at Felix. The crowd cheers some more.
Felix: "You're right about another thing. After the display you have given me tonight, I'm not letting you anywhere near the title! But here's what you can do. You can return to the locker room, take off your suit, put on some gear if you even own any, and get back down here for a match. There is a young kid back there with a lot of potential who asked for an opportunity. I originally didn't have any room for him, but, that might be the one good thing you've done tonight! His name is James Delaware, and he is from Bethesda, Ohio!
The crowd erupts in cheers!
Felix: "Go get ready, you'll be coming back out here soon."
Felix drops the microphone as "Ravenous" by X-Ray Dog starts playing over the loudspeaker. T-Bone mouths 'you'll regret this' as he exits the ring and heads to the back. Felix waves to the crowd, who cheer, and he too heads to the back.
Jessie Love enters the ring and grabs the microphone. She blows a kiss to the audience and they cheer.
Jessie Love: Welcome to AWF Prestige! The following contest is scheduled for one-fall!
All of the Lights begins playing on the PA system. The crowd boos as Cobalt Lancer walks out smirking at the crowd. He walks down to the ring and slides in, climbing to a turnbuckle to pose for the crowd.
Jessie Love: From Peterbourgh, Central Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 205 pounds....Cobalt Lancer!
Cobalt gets down from the turnbuckle and grabs the microphone from Jessie Love.
Cobalt: I got something to say.
The crowd chants 'WHAT?'
Cobalt: I said I got something to say.
WHAT?
Cobalt: Is my microphone broken? I said I...GOT....SOMETHING....TO...SAY!
Someone from the crowd shouts 'no one cares!'
Cobalt: You should care. You see? I'm on a mission. An American mission. You could call it my Manifest Destiny.
The crowd boos.
Cobalt: Do you not know your history? Do they not educate you in Ohio?
Someone shouts 'shut up!'
Cobalt: It is my Manifest Destiny to conquer the AWF by settling my fist in faces and settling my President Johnson into 3rd world countries. By third world countries I mean the ladies around here and by President Johnson's I mean-
Jessie Love grabs the microphone from Cobalt and makes a shhh sound.
Jessie Love: And his opponent...
Without any music, Jay Cutter walks out from the behind the curtain, dressed in his electrician's jumpsuit, and takes a final drag from his cigarette. He flicks it aside and checks his watch. Eminem's Berzerk begins playing over the speakers. As the music starts Cutter takes a few steps forward and pulls at his jumpsuit from the neckline on down, revealing his wrestling shorts, elbow pads, and kneepads. He slams the jumpsuit down at his feet and runs down to the ring, taking a lap to slap hands with the fans. He then slides into the ring and tests the ropes while he stares at Cobalt.
Jessie Love: From Columbus, Ohio weighing in at 231 pounds....Smokin' Jay Cutter!
Cutter raises his arms up and the crowd cheers.
AWF's First Match
Cobalt Lancer vs. "Smokin'" Jay Cutter
Taylor: Finally our mics are live! I'm Technical Tommy Taylor and my partner is Big Cassius Romano, and we'll be calling the action.
Romano: Do I look like a Big Cassius to you?
Taylor: No sir.
Referee Gabe Valentine slides into the ring and begins checking both men down for weapons.
Taylor: What can you tell the fans about Cutter and Lancer?
Romano: I watched Cutter pull up in his truck this afternoon. He is a working class man of the people, and the fans here will respect him. He has been trained in the classic All-American style of wrestling. Wear your opponent down, and slam him to the mat.
Taylor: And what about Lancer?
Romano: Is he even a wrestler?
Cobalt turns to the announcers and yells 'I am a real wrestler!'. The referee rings the bell and Cutter charges smashing Cobalt into the corner.
Taylor: Looks like you should pay attention to your opponent, Lancer!
Cutter punches Cobalt a few times and the referee pulls him back instructing him to let Cobalt out of the corner. Cobalt drops under the bottom rope and rolls out of the ring to catch a breather.
Taylor: Veteran move?
Romano: Veterans sometimes leave the ring to play mind games. I don't think that is what is happening here.
Cutter slides out of the ring to confront Cobalt, but he grabs Cutter's trunks and pulls him into the side of the ring. Cobalt then starts reigning down stomps, forcing Cutter to the ground as he tries to cover up.
Romano: Not a bad idea, now Lancer has an advantage. Is he smart enough to capitalize?
Cobalt brings Cutter to his feet and slaps him across the chest. Cutter stumbles and Cobalt shoves him back against the side of the ring. He starts reigning down punches and the crowd starts booing heavily. Cobalt then slides into the ring and starts yelling at the referee to count.
1!
Cutter slides back into the ring. Cobalt runs to the ropes and jumps onto the second in order to stomp on Cutter before he could get to his feet. He rolls Cutter away from the ropes and hooks a leg for the pin.
1!
Cutter kicks out. Cobalt hops to his feet and then lays himself out for a standing splash. He hooks Cutter's leg again for a pin.
1!
2!
Cutter pushes Cobalt off of him.
Taylor: Cutter tries for some early pins, but he hasn't done nearly enough damage.
Cobalt heads to the turnbuckle and hops up to the second rung. Cutter gets to his feet and Cobalt leaps for a double axe handle, but Jay Cutter meets him with a dropkick! Colbalt crumbles to the ground and Cutter throws his body across him for the cover.
1!
2!
Cobalt kicks out. Cutter tries to apply a headlock but Cobalt slips out under the bottom rope. Cutter stands in the middle of the ring and and simulates lighting up and smoking a cigarette, to which the crowd cheers.
Taylor: Jay Cutter has got the crowd behind him here!
Romano: I am sure Mr. Ziko would like us to remind the kids that smoking stunts your growth. Don't do it.
Cobalt climbs back into the ring and stays low against the ropes. Jay Cutter comes forward and Cobalt grabs his trunks again pulling Cutter into the second on the rope. Cobalt kicks the middle rope and Cutter flops back putting his hands against his neck. Cobalt pounces and puts Cutter into a headlock.
Romano: Good move by Lancer. Jay Cutter is already gasping for air.
Taylor: Are you complementing him? I thought you hated him.
Romano: I hate everyone. But, I know smart wrestling when I see it.
The referee checks Cutter to see if he gives up. Cobalt starts yelling at the referee to 'ring the bell, it's over!' Cutter gets a foot up and begins stomping it on the mat. The crowd starts clapping as Cutter gets both his feet under him. He punches the small of Cobalt's back to try and break free, but Cobalt tosses him into the ropes. He hits them and ducks a clothesline from Cobalt. Coming back he leaps and Cobalt counters into a Flapjack Facebuster! The crowd boos as Cobalt gets to his feet and leans into the ropes to yell at the fans.
Romano: Maybe you should pay attention to your opponent!
Cobalt yells 'shut up' and returns to Cutter. He drags him into the middle of the ring, and then lays out in a standing splash. Cobalt gets to his feet quickly and lays out a second time for another splash. Cobalt gets to his feet, looks down at Cutter, and then runs to the ropes. He springboards off the second rope and lays out rotating 45 degrees for a third splash! It connects and Cobalt presses for the pinfall!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Taylor: Wow Cobalt Lancer almost had it!
Cobalt gets to his feet and starts screaming at the referee. Cutter rolls over to his knees but Cobalt is quick to stomp on him. He kneels down to grab Cutter's left hand and starts twisting his fingers.
Taylor: Ouch, that seems painful.
Romano: And stupid.
Cobalt continues to twist Cutter's fingers, and yells at the referee and crowd while he does so. Cutter gets back to his knees and throws a right-hook catching Cobalt in the side of the face. He lets go of his submission and stumbles to his feet. He stumbles forward and Cutter drops him with a second right-hook! The crowd cheers as Cutter pulls out a cigarette from his pocket. He puts it in his mouth as Cobalt stumbles back to his feet. Cobalt turns around and Jay Cutter swings across Cobalt's body and pulls him down for his neckbreaker!
Taylor: Up In Smoke! He hit it!
Jay Cutter hooks the leg for the pinfall.
1!
2!
3!
Ding Ding. Cutter stands up as the referee calls for the bell.
Winner: "Smokin" Jay Cutter via Pinfall
Jessica Love: Here is your winner 'Smokin' Jay Cutter!
Bezerk by Eminem starts up over the PA system. Jay Cutter reaches his hands over the top rope as someone from the crowd tosses him a match book. He strikes a match and lights up his cigarette!
Taylor: What a match. Cobalt put in a surprising effort, but Jay Cutter hit that Up In Smoke so fast that it was over just like that.
Romano: A strong debut from the union electrical worker. He'll be around after the show to grab a few beers with the fans for sure.
Jay Cutter climbs out of the ring and slaps hands with the ring side fans. He walks back towards the entrance way and turns back to the ring to raise his hands up for the crowd.
Taylor: One more time, Jay Cutter wins the first ever AWF match. That will be a history making moment no one can ever take away from- HEY!
The crowd boos as T-Bone runs out from behind the curtain and drills Jay Cutter from behind! Cutter ends up on the floor right in front of the ring. T-Bone brings Cutter back to his feet and tosses him into the side of the ring. The crowd continues to boo as T-Bone bows to them. He then picks up Cutter and holds him in a headlock as they walk back up to the curtain. T-Bone spits on Cutter's head and then tosses him right through the curtain. He smacks his hands together as if getting dust of and poses for the crowd.
Taylor: We saw T-Bone at the top of the show...but what a cowardly move.
Romano: Disgusting. Mr. Ziko made it clear that this type of behavior is not welcome in AWF.
Taylor: He just spit on a history making moment!
'Sahara' by Nightwish starts playing over the PA System as T-Bone poses for the crowd some more.
Taylor: It looks like we'll be seeing T-Bone's match now!
T-Bone heads down to the ring as his music plays. He walks up the steps and wipes off his boots. He pauses, and then wipes off his arm from when he clotheslined Jay Cutter, prompting the fans to boo. He climbs through the middle rope and stretches out his arms to pose again for the fans.
Taylor: A lot of arrogance for a guy who just hit another competitor from behind.
T-Bone walks over to a turnbuckle and leans against it, resting his head as Jessie Love entes the ring. She grabs a microphone.
Jessica Love: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, currently in the ring, from Raliegh, North Carolina weighing in at 241 pounds, T-Bone!
T-Bone continues to rest his head as the crowd boos.
Jessica Love: And his opponent.
AWF's Theme Music begins playing over the loudspeaker. Out comes a wrestler dressed in very plain wrestling gear.
Jessica Love: From Bethesda, Ohio...weighing in at 176 pounds, James Delaware!
The crowd cheers as the meek wrestler raises up his arm at the top of the ramp.
Taylor: James Delaware is a local kid, what can you tell us about him Romano? You are training him, correct?
Romano: He's a tough kid. I think everyone will be surprised by him tonight. Mr. Ziko made the right decision. He's going to embarass T-Bone tonight.
Taylor: What makes you say that?
Romano: James has something to fight for. A contract. What is T-Bone fighting for? Nothing. He'll take James lightly, and he'll lose. I've trained James well.
James Delaware enters the ring and asks for the microphone. He looks over to T-Bone, who rolls his eyes and leans back into the turnbuckle.
Delaware: My name is James Delaware! This is my hometown!
The crowd cheers.
Delaware: I know I am just a rookie, fighting for a job. And maybe I don't have a chance. But I do. Any man with two hands has a fighting chance!
The crowd cheers again as Delaware politely hands the microphone back to Jessie Love. Referee Steve Tyrell slides into the ring.
Romano: Thattaboy James.
Taylor: Here we go. Our previously unscheduled match made by Mr. Ziko earlier tonight!
Singles Match
T-Bone vs. James Delaware
He calls for the bell and the match begins. T-Bone continues to lean against the turnbuckle as James Delaware shuffles back and forth in front of him. He motions for T-Bone to come on, but T-Bone instead asks the referee to his corner. The crowd boos heavily.
Taylor: Come on, let's start this match!
The crowd begins to chant 'you can't wrestle' as T-Bone continues his discussion with Referee Steve Tyrell. James Delaware stands in the middle of the ring and bounces around to keep his blood flowing.
Taylor: What is he discussing with the referee?
Romano: I think I heard him ask 'do I have to do this?' In which case, yes you do. Man up or shut up.
Taylor: He's wasted almost a minute of this match.
James Delaware continues to bounce up and down in the middle of the ring. Finally his impatience gets the best of him as he marches forward towards T-Bone. T-Bone shoves the referee aside and grabs Delaware, pulling him into the turnbuckle. T-Bone spins and cracks his back elbow across Delaware's skull. Delaware slumps forward into T-Bone's arms, seemingly out of it.
Taylor: DWD! Date With Destiny he calls it! T-Bone may have just knocked James Delaware out!
T-Bone walks away from the turnbuckle, showing that he is completely supporting James Delaware. He lets Delaware fall to the mat. He rolls Delaware onto his back and puts his boot on Delaware's face. T-Bone points to the referee and he reluctantly drops down to count the pin.
1.
2.
3.
Ding ding. The referee calls for the bell as Sahara by Nightwish starts playing over the PA System again.
Winner: T-Bone via Pinfall
Jessica Love: Here is your winner, T-Bone!
Romano: That was an absolutely dirty way to win the match. He suckered James in and trapped him in the corner.
Taylor: That back elbow that T-Bone calls DWD is vicious. James Delaware was trapped in the corner. He had nowhere to go when T-Bone's elbow struck him.
T-Bone orders the referee from the ring and after a moment of uncertainly, Steve Tyrell exits the ring. T-Bone leans over and picks up James Delaware as the crowd starts booing. He holds him by his head and walks around the ring to show the crowd.
Romano: Hey! We get it, you're a big man. The match is over.
T-Bone turns his attention over to where the commentators are sitting as he apparently heard Cassius. He leans over and shouts 'Felix made me do it! But...I wanted to do this!'
Taylor: What is he talking about?
T-Bone walks back to the center of the ring and then pushes James away tossing him clear over the top rope and onto the floor right in front of the commentators. Cassius Romano instinctively gets to his feet, but Taylor grabs his arm. The ringside doctor rushes over to check on James Delaware. T-Bone leans over the top rope to survey the scene.
Romano: If I was 20, maybe 10 years younger, I would break his face. He would never work in this industry again.
Taylor: But you're not.
Romano: I know!
Taylor: Hey. All I'm saying is let Mr. Ziko handle it. He's not going to let this guy run amok for very long.
T-Bone starts clapping as both Taylor and Romano sit back down. He continues to clap in a mocking manner as the doctor continues to check on James Delaware.
A GXW Match Special
Mad Dog Murphy vs. Felix Venta
The match begins. "Mad Dog" Murphy and Felix Venta begin locking up. They both begin using their muscles and exert a lot of effort, trying to gain an advantage in this bout. As they do this, the camera cuts out. The screen is black and it stays black for upwards of ten minutes. As the screen cuts back to a picture, Mad Dog Murphy is seen to get the upper-hand, Felix Venta on the ground.
Romano: Sorry for that, folks. We've had technical difficulties with our camera systems. It appears to be back up and running now.
Mad Dog Murphy lifts Felix Venta up to his feet. He raises his hands in front of the crowd, ready to slam him down and end this once and for all. Murphy lifts Venta, ready to hit him patented 'Sectioned' a single-underhook facebuster, but with all his might, Venta swings around and breaks out of the grip. He runs around to the back of Mad Dog Murphy and hits a superkick to the back of his head! That's right! He hits the "Adios" Amigo! He goes for the pin:
One...
Two...
Three!
Winner: Felix Venta via Pinfall
Jessica Love: Here is your winner: "Felix De La Gato" Felix Venta!
Taylor: What a fantastic match! It's really quite a shame only our fans in the VFW today can see this.
Romano: I agree. Perhaps next time our systems will be in proper working order.
Supermassive Black Hole begins to blare over the speakers throughout the arena, and the crowd reacts with dead silence. After a beat, out onto the stage comes Terry Bradshaw, dressed in a black suit and, for some reason, wearing a top hat. He does a Michael Jackson-like spin on the stage, and then proceeds to moonwalk backwards down the entrance ramp. Only a few paces in, he stumbles and falls backwards. Angrily, he gets up to his feet, points to a random fan, and yells "SHOW SOME RESPECT". He then turns back towards the ring, trying to high five fans who mostly ignore him, and smiles as he tap dances the rest of the way down the ramp. He climbs into the ring, takes off his top hat, and throws it into the crowd. Nobody wants it though, and so a fan spits in the hat, then throws it back into the ring. Terry picks up the hat, looking disappointed, then puts it back on his head anyway as his music fades.
Jessie Love: This next match is scheduled for one-fall and is for the Eggciting Eggplant Heavyweight Championship! On his way to the ring, from... The Shadow Realm... weighing in at 300 pounds, Terry Bradshaw!
"Knights of Cydonia" by Muse plays. Immediately, Copycat runs toward the ring. He's wasting no time as he enters the ring in preparation for the start of the match.
Jessie Love: And his competitor, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 165 pounds... He is the Eggciting Eggplant Heavyweight Champion AND The AWF eXtreme Champion... Copycat!
A "FUCKIN' AMERICA" Match For the Non-Existant Eggciting Eggplant Championship
(In this match, only American Flags and the staffs it's affixed to may be used.)
Copycat© vs. Terry Bradshaw
Referee Steven Tyrell motions to ring the bell but Bradshaw grabs him by the shoulder. Terry Bradshaw audibly yells, "NOT YET." He even threatens to fire him. Since he is technically his boss, the referee complies and pauses. With a smile, Terry Bradshaw slides out of the ring. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a bucket of paint. Leaded paint. He brings it inside, prys it open and envelopes his face with it. When all is said and done, it's revealed that he made his face to look like the main star from Bravehart. He pulls out a microphone. Out of where? Don't ask me.
: I'VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY BEFORE THIS MATCH. A lot of people stopped believing in me after I lost the KWF eXtreme Championship. Some people even said I should just give up. Well to those people, I'd like to say this. Aye, fight and you may die. Run and you'll live -- at least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just ONE CHANCE to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, they may take our ice cream, they may take our hookers and crack, they may even take our slaves, ladies and gentlemen, but they WILL NEVER TAKE OUR FREEDOM!With Terry Bradshaw's theatrics out of the way, the referee now has Terry's blessing to start the match. (Not permission. Blessing). The bell rings and Bradshaw wastes no time in going for the offensive. He charges at Copycat. He yells with his tongue darting in and out of his mouth. Copycat tries to jump out of the way, but he trips and falls. As he falls, he inadvertently hits Bradshaw with a drop toe hold! Copycat goes for the pin:
O-Kickout!
Taylor: Did... Did Copycat think he could actually get away with a pin with that?
Romano: I have to agree with you, Tommy. That was amateurism at its most basic level.
When Bradshaw threw Copycat off, he went halfway down the ring. Bradshaw kipped up off the ground. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiv. The referee steps in front of Mr. Bradshaw and explains that the only foreign objects allowed are flags and the poles holding it upright. Terry points to one of the flag staffs on the outside of the ring. Specifically toward the bottom, where a chunk of metal that should be there... well, isn't. He explained that before the show, he cut a chunk of it off and that he sharpened it into a knife and that because it came from the staff, it has to be legal. The referee begrudgingly allows it. With a smile, Terry turns back to Copycat on the ground. At least, he WAS on the ground. Now he's in the air! He hits Terry with a flying head scissors!
Taylor: That was actually a cheap move by Copycat! Terry wasn't ready for him!
Romano: well what do you want to happen? Pause the match because there was a question? Maybe in soccer when referees can blow whistles and throw flags, but not in the faced paced sport of wrestling!
Copycat knows that while Terry may be on the ground now, he won't be for too long. Copycat quickly jumps out of the ring and grabs one of the flags, grabbing it by the poles. He comes into the ring. He tries to find a way to detach the flag from its staff. He doesn't get very far, though. A hand grabs Copycat from the back of the head. It's Bradshaw! He slams Copycat's head into the steel pole. And he does it again! And again! He does it a few more times before he grabs the flag and pulls both sides back, effectively choking Copycat! Copycat flails his arms into the air. He tries to grab something. Anything to escape this predicament! Copycat is about to tap out, but Terry let's go. Something catches his eye.
Taylor: It's Copykitten! What's he doing here?
Romano: It looks like he's asking for trouble if he's in the ring in the middle of a match.
Copycat's son is tugging on Bradshaw's shirt, begging for him to stop. He's audibly yelling, "Stop hurting my daddy!" Bradshaw smiles and let's go. He then crouched down to meet Copykitten at eye level. He appears to be consoling the little guy when out of nowhere, Terry pulls out a bottle and shoves it into Copykitten's mouth and forces him to drink. It's Ipecac! It's a medicine designed to induce vomiting! Copykitten hasn't eaten in nearly a week so he actually has nothing in his stomach that he can use to actually vomit, but it sure forces him to dry heave quite a bit. While Bradshaw is still bent down, Copycat jumped over Bradshaw. He got some height and hit him with a sunset flip! Here's a pin:
One...
Two...
T-Kick out!
Taylor: I honestly thought Copycat was out! It shows a lot for him to keep fighting!
Romano: I mean Bradshaw went after family. That's always something that will make you dig deep.
Copycat tries to get him but he's lacking the energy to do so. Terry actually pushed Copycat off of him in order to get up. Bradshaw gets up and grabs the American flag. He swirls it around like he's about to whip a towel and turns to Copycat. Copycat is on all fours trying to find the strength to get to his feet. With a sadistic grin, Terry whips the towel down on Copycat. He screams. Terry gets off on it. Quite literally, as Copycat's screams given Terry a comically large pitched tent in his pants. As Copycat screams and suffers more, Terry gets even more excited. This culminates to Terry dropping the flag. He goes crossed eyed and the location on his suit pants where he got excited goes dark and a little shiny.
Romano: What is this crap? I thought this was a kid friendly show!
Taylor: I know this probably wasn't done on purpose, but... yikes.
Copycat notices that Terry is off guard. But he's hurt. And in pain. But if he's going to win, he's going to fight through the pain. He forces himself up and runs at Terry. Bradshaw weakly tries to clothesline his fellow BANG member, but Copycat ducks it. He grabs Bradshaw into a headlock. With his free hand. He pulls out a marker. He then begins scribbling COPYCAT onto Bradshaw's beautiful bald head. Copycat calls it his SIGNATURE MOVE. Bradshaw begins to laugh at the irony then elbows Copycat in the chest, forcing him to let go. Terry Bradshaw turns around and swings something into Copycat's face. It's a dildo! The referee calls for the bell. Terry Bradshaw is disqualified!
Winner: Copycat via DQ
Jessie Love: Winner of the match and still Eggciting Eggplant Champion: Copycat!
: HOLD ON THERE, BUCKO!Apparently, Terry Bradshaw had TWO microphones tucked away. He yells at the referee, Steve Tyrell, as he attempts to bring the belt to Copycat.
: You can disqu- Wait. Hold on a second.Terry puts down the microphone for a moment as he walks over to the still-suffering Copykitten and literally kicks him out of the ring.
: Sorry. You can disqualify me. You can bring the belt to Copycat... OR you can have a job. Remember, I hold your job- NAY. Your LIFE in my hands!The referee thinks about it for a moment. He thinks about complaining to Felix to get his job back, but doesn't think he's important enough to pull weight for Felix to defend him tooth and nail, not when Bradshaw is the one with the money in the company. The referee reluctantly motions for the bell to ring. Jessie Love is heard through the microphone system.
Jessie Love: The last decision has been reversed. The match will continue!
Copycat begins running to Terry Bradshaw. Bradshaw sees this and picks Copycat as he approaches into a sidewalk slam, but wait! Copycat twists around his body and gets into position for a crucifix take-down! He takes him down! The referee is about to slide in for the pin, but Bradshaw quickly slips out. As Copycat makes his way to his feet, he's met with a stiff kick to his chest. Copycat staggers back. Bradshaw unhooks the American flag from the pole and begins swinging the pole like a sword. This freaks Copycat out. He slides outside of the ring and grabs a pole of his own and finally manages to detach the American Flag. He comes back in where Terry Bradshaw is lying in wait. The two begin to take part in a sword fight with the flag poles. The two begin to cross swords (in a non-gay way) and fight to establish a winner, the better swordsman... or possibly polesman in this case. Terry gets the advantage. He slashes through the skin of Copycat's leg, forcing him to bleed. He then forces him against the ropes, the swords are crossed and Terry is getting the power advantage. But he notices something wrong.
: "Why are you smiling?"
: "Because I know something you don't know.": "And what's that?": "I am not left-handed!"Taylor:: This reminds me of a movie...
Romano: I don't want to hear about movies, Taylor. We have a match going on here!
Copycat headbutts Terry Bradshaw, forcing him to stagger back. Copycat threw the flag-pole up in the air and caught it with his right hand. He begins to swing his pole as if it was a piece of art. Beautifully. Flawlessly. Copycat charges Bradshaw and the forces of nature change much differently in this match now. Terry Bradshaw is now on the defensive. Instead of swinging to win... or more likely, swinging to kill, he's now swinging to defend himself. Copycat grits his teeth. He's really looking forward to retaining the first championship he has ever held. Copycat even goes as far as to plant the pole on the ground while he swings his head into Terry Bradshaw for a kick. This risky move pays off beautifully as Bradshaw staggers back. Copycat grabs his pole and holds it hard against Terry Bradshaw, who is now forced against the corner turnbuckle.
: "There... There's something I should tell you too.": "Is it that you're not left-handed either?": "No... Your mother tongue-punched my asshole last night."And without another word - in an instant, Terry Bradshaw produced the shiv he held earlier in the match. He drives it into Copycat's stomach, and grabs his arm. He forces Copycat into an arm-bar and onto the canvas, right on the American flag. Copycat's weight is on top of the shiv, digging deeper into his body. Immediately, Copycat taps out!
Winner: Terry Bradshaw via Submission
Jessie Love: Your winner and NEW Eggciting Eggplant Champion: Terry Bradshaw!
Terry Bradshaw cheers. He climbs the turnbuckle on each four of the turnbuckle and flips the crowd off on each side. As he's given the cham- Well, the regular everyday belt, he throws it over his shoulder and treats it as if it was a prestigious championship.
Taylor: And Terry Bradshaw won. Not without controversy.
Romano: It shows here that the real power here is authoritative power.
"Ass Man" fills the arena as Assinator makes his way out. Assinator begins to pass gas which causes him to fly forward like a rocket toward the ring.
Jessica Love: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angelos, California, weighing in at 350 lbs, he is "The Ass Man", ASSINATOR!
Next, Here Comes the King by X-Ray Dog begins to play, as the fans begin to cheer. Out from backstage walks Michael Storm, accompanied by his manager, Michael Clark Duncan! Storm smiles at the fans as he walks down the ramp to the ring, looking focused. He climbs into the ring and raises up a fist as the fans cheer for him.
Jessica Love: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in it 220 lbs, MICHAEL STORM!
AWF Championship Quarter-Finals Tournament Match
Assinator vs. Michael Storm
The referee calls for the bell to signal that this match is under way! Michael Storm walks to the center of the ring, where he casts an intimidating glare at Assinator, who remains leaned in his corner across the squared circle, looking as devious as ever. Storm signals to Assinator to "Come on" and bring the fight on. Assinator casually stands up straight and walks to the center of the ring, face to face with his opponent. Both men begin to talk trash to each other in the opening moments of the match, as Assinator screams at Storm, "KISS MY MAGNIFICENT ASS!" Storm finally has had enough and responds with a right hand, causing Assinator to stumble backwards. Assinator lightly rubs his jaw and nods his head, and then responds with a punch of his own. Storm punches back, and then kicks Assinator in the gut, causing him to hunch over. Storm then grabs Assinator's arm and attempts an Irish Whip, but Assinator reverses it and throws Storm into the ropes. When Storm comes running back, Assinator delivers a big boot, knocking Storm to the ground!
Romano: That was one hell of a kick from Assinator! Some great back-and-forth action here to kick things off!
Taylor: Sure is Cassius, doesn't look like either of these guys are gonna hold anything back!
Storm gets to his feet as Assinator runs towards him, but Storm is too quick, and delivers a hip toss, taking Assinator down to the mat! Before Assinator can move, Storm quickly locks in a modified headlock, keepin his opponent down on the ground and temporarily immobile! Storm wrenches away on the head and neck of Assinator, trying to establish dominance early on in the match. Assinator takes a moment, trying to find a way out of this hold, but he seems unable to, until he slowly builds up the strength to begin climbing to his feet, carrying Storm with him. Storm applies more pressure on the headlock, and finally puts all of his weight onto the back of Assinator, trying to stop him from escaping and shifting into more of a sleeper hold. Assinator slowly but surely finally gets to his feet, carrying Storm on his back, and then throws his body backwards, slamming Storm into the mat!
Taylor: Wow, this Assinator guy is a beast!
Romano: Hard not to be impressed with his feat of strength Tommy, but Storm is the veteran in this match-up and it would be foolish to underestimate him.
Having received the full weight of Assinator's body crashing down on him, Storm writhes in pain as his opponent gets back up to his feet, rubbing his neck. Clearly angered now, Assinator begins to stomp away on Storm, who grabs a hold of the ropes, trying to climb to his feet. As Storm rises up, the referee forces Assinator to relent on his attack of stomps and kicks, since Storm is still holding on to one of the ropes. Assinator backs up a few paces, and then sprints forward, attempting to clobber Storm! But Storm quickly grabs the top rope and drops down, causing Assinator to fly over Storm and the top rope, to the outside of the ring. The fans cheer as Storm gets back up, yelling "It's on, now!". Storm watches as Assinator begins climbing to his feet, and then he quickly runs across the ring, hits the ropes, and comes back, leaping through the ropes and onto Assinator outside with a Suicide Dive!
Romano: Would you look at that! That was one hell of an impressive high-risk maneuver from Michael Storm!
Taylor: And it looks like it's paying off!
The fans are on their feet at Storm's display of athletic ability, as the referee begins the ten count for both men on the outside of the ring.
"One!"
Slowly, Storm gets to his feet, grabbing the Assinator and pulling him up as well. He tries to throw Assinator into the ring post, but Assinator once again reverses this, and with great strength he throws Storm into the ring post, his head bouncing off of it with devastating force.
"Two!"
Storm's manager, Michael Clark Duncan, cheers Storm on from the other side of the ring as Storm tries to recover. However, Assinator is having none of this, as he lifts Storm up and throws him into the ring barricade!
"Three!"
Assinator picks up Storm again, and delivers a punch to the head. Storm falls back, leaning against the ring apron as he is still stunned from being manhandled by this beast. Assinator delivers a kick to the gut, before jerking Storm further out in the ring side area, and delivering a suplex to the floor below.
Romano: Tommy, these guys had better get themselves back into that ring before either of them get counted out, or this one is going to be over real quick!
"Four!"
Seemingly proud of himself, Assinator rolls back into the ring, assuming that the referee will now count out Storm, thereby winning the match.
"Five!"
Romano: And Assinator is back in the ring, now Storm just needs to get back in there too before the referee reaches the count of ten.
Storm begins to show signs of life although he is still very clearly in pain. However, the Prince of Pain is unwilling to give up, and finally climbs to his feet. This angers Assinator, who finally realizes that it will take much more to keep Storm down. Assinator rolls to the outside of the ring where he grabs Storm, and throws him back in. Assinator follows Storm into the ring, and begins to taunt him from behind. Assinator runs at Storm again, and this time Storm counters with a dropkick! Both men are down! With a new fire ignited within him, Storm rises to his feet, as Assinator begins to get up as well. Storm beckons for Assinator to get up, and when he does, Storm lift Assinator up, attempted to hit him wih a Death Valley Driver! However, Assinator seems to be too heavy, and quickly hits Storm in the head with an elbow, before escaping the maneuver, landing on his feet behind his opponent. Assinator then spins Storm around and delivers a massive Spinebuster, taking Storm down to the mat! Assinator goes for a pin and the referee begins to count.
"One... Tw-"
And with that, Storm quickly kicks out.
Taylor: Ouch! That looked like it hurt!
Romano: Brilliant observation Tommy. When's the last time you saw a spinebuster that wasn't painful?
Assinator looks more frustrated as he grabs Storm by the hair and lifts him up. Assinator screams in Storm's face "NOW I'M GONNA MAKE AN ASS OUT OF YOU" but Storm reacts quickly, and catches Assinator off gaurd with an Enziguri kick to the side of the head! Assinator stumbles, but before he can hit the mat, Storm runs up behind him, and nails a Bulldog, smashing his opponents face into the mat! The crowd is clearly behind Storm as he begins to get to his feet, trying to build up some momentum. Storm brings his opponent to his feet, and attacks Assinator with a series of punches and kicks which cause Assinator to stumble backwards into the corner. Storm backs up a few paces, then sprints towards Assinator, nailing a drop kick right in the face! Assinator stumbles forward, dazed, as Michael Storm quickly gets behind the big guy, wraps his arms around his torso and delivers a massive German Suplex! The fans are on their feet, as Storm gets up. Storm looks out into the crowd and smiles, as he begins to climb to the top rope.
Romano: What an impressive exchange of athletic ability from both men! Could this be the end? Could Michael Storm be looking to finish this match off with The Prince of Pain?
Taylor: I like that move, not only is it named after one of his old nicknames, but it's also just damn beautiful to watch!
Storm is looking like he might go for The Prince of Pain finishing move, but Assinator is able to stumble to his feet, hitting the ropes and causing Storm to fall onto the top rope, inadvertantly crotching himself. Storm looks to be in pain, as Assinator grabs Storm from the top rope, hooks his arms, and delivers a HUGE Crucifix Powerbomb that lands Storm in the center of the ring!
Romano: A little dirty but yet resourceful tactics from Assinator, followed up with another strong power move!
Taylor: Yes but can the Hardcore Icon recover?
Assinator laughs with confidence, as he grabs Storm by the arms, and slowly drags him closer to the ring post. Assinator then climbs to the second turnbuckle, and begins to bounce up and down. He then jumps up, and lands on Storm delivering a DEVASTATING Banzai Drop! Assinator smiles as he pins Storm, fully expecting a 3-count now.
Romano: Banzai Drop! This could be it!
"One...Two...Thr-"
No! Michael Storm kicks out again!
Taylor: Holy crap! How the hell did Storm kick out of that? This guy just won't quit!
Assinator can't believe it, as he gets up and begins to yell at the referee. The referee yells back, and warns Assinator not to get out of line. Assinator smirks and says "KISS MY BEAUTIFUL ASS" which angers the referee even more. As the two continue to yell, Storm begins to recover, climing to his feet. Assinator notices this, and quickly kicks Storm in the head, knocking him back down. He then pulls Storm into the corner and leans him down on the bottom turnbuckle. He screams "STINKFACE" and then pulls down his briefs, reavling his large and hair rear end. He tries to rub it in Storm's face, but at the last moment Storm regains his composure, and kicks Assinator in the ass, causing him to stumble forward, pulling his trunks back up. Storm leaps to his feet, and sprints at Assinator, leaping into the air and delivering a leaping Forarm Smash! Assinator is stunned as he stumbles backwards, but he quickly recovers and attempts to deliver a clothsline, but Storm grabs Assinator's arm with amazing speed, and locks him down to the mat in Bad Blood! The fans are going crazy as Storm applies pressure on this submission move, trying to get Assinator to tap out!
Romano: Bad Blood! Storm has Bad Blood locked in, Assinator is gonna tap out!
Taylor: This is it! This one is gonna be over!
Assinator looks as though he may tap out to Storm's move, but at the very last second he stretches out his leg and is able to get a foot on the bottom rope! This forces the referee to demand that Storm release the hold, so Storm wrenches it in even deeper one last time, and then lets Assinator go. Storm braces himself and stalks Assinator, as the big hairy man gets up to his knees. Storm begins to run forward, and leaps in the air for a flying Cross Body, but Assinator is able to jump up, catching Storm in mid-air, and delivers a Powerslam! Assinator roars with anger, as he pulls his opponent up to his feet, and wraps his arms around him, and locks him in a Bear Hug! Storm yells out in pain as the referee checks for a verbal submission, but Storm refuses to give up. Assinator squeezes harder and harder, yelling at Storm to submit, but Storm refuses. Finally, Storm leans his head back, and then headbutts Assinator right in the face! Assinator now yells in pain, but still has the hold locked in. Storm goes for a second headbutt, and then a third, finally causing Assinator to release the hold, allowing Storm to drop to his feet. Storm begins to hit Assinator with a flurry of punches, and then delivers a dropkick to the knee. This causes Assinator to fall down to one knee. Storm then grabs Assinator by the head and delivers a crushing DDT straight into the mat! Storm quickly goes for a pin attempt, and the referee counts.
"One...two...thr-"
NO! Assinator kicks out! Storm begins to argue with the referee that his count was too slow, but the referee yells back. At this point, Storm's manager, Michael Clark Duncan, gets on the ring apron, and begins to yell at the referee as well, and the two begin a yelling contest as Storm is distracted. From behind, Assinator crawls up behind Storm, and low blows him. Storm grabs his crotch and falls to the mat in pain. The referee turns around just in time to see Assinator also grab his crotch and fall to the ground in pain. At this point, the referee can notice that a low blow has been done by somebody, but he can't tell who got the low blow, and who is playing possum. Enraged, the referee turns back to Duncan, and ejects him from the ringside area for the distraction that prevented him from seeing what really happened, as the fans boo this questionable decision.
Romano: Now I'm not sure I agree with the referee's decision here, Duncan didn't physically interfere he was just looking out for Storm's best interest.
Taylor: True, but it's the ref's call to make in the end.
Romano: Assinator isn't just bending the rules, he's breaking them, and he's getting away with it!
Duncan shakes his head in disappointment as he tries to tell the refree what truly happened but it is too late. MCD follows the instructions of the referee and grudgingly leaves the ringside area. The sly and dastardly Assinator grins as he slowly climbs to his feet, still acting like he received a low blow even though the crowd can see that he has been cheating. Assinator walks to the other side of the ring, as Storm, still hurt, begins to get up as well. Assinator calls out for the Gas Blast, and then screams at Storm "HOW DOES THIS SMELL?" Assinator then begins to pass gas at such a high rate that he flies across the ring like a rocket, but at the last possible second, Storm moves out of the way, and Assinator flies rear-first into the turnbuckle!
Romano: Storm dodges the Gas Blast!
Taylor: That was a close one!
Storm bounces off the ropes, and then flies at Assinator and NAILS the Termination Projectile! The fans are going crazy as Storm, still selling his injuries through the match, forces himself to climb up to his feet. Assinator is down, as Storm climbs up to the top rope. It appears that Storm is going to try one more time to hit The Prince of Pain! Storm slowly climbs all the way up to the top turnbuckle, and looks out into the cheering crowd, nodding his head with determination. Storm LEAPS off the top turnbuckle, but again, at the last second, Assinator pulls the referee in the way, and not only is Storm unable to land the move, but he inadvertantly flies into the referee, knocking the ref out!
Taylor: I thought Storm was going to nail the Prince of Pain that time!
Romano: And now the referee has been knocked out. I swear, any time that happens, things never end well.
The fans boo Assinator's dirty tactics. Storm gets up, shocked and confused, his eyes locked on the unconscious referee. He shakes his head, and turns around, but manages to duck a Big Boot from Assinator. Storm bounces off the ropes, and hits the Termination Projectile again! Assinator appears to be knocked out this time! Slowly, Storm climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle, and leaps off, and this time, he NAILS The Prince of Pain on Assinator perfectly! Storm hooks Assinator's leg and goes for the pin, but the referee is still knocked out!
Romano: That's it! This match should be over!
Taylor: Finally! We got to see The Prince of Pain! What a beautiful move!
After a moment, Storm realizes the referee is still knocked out. He gets up, and begins to shake the referee, trying to bring him back to his senses. As the referee begins to respond, Storm drops him, thinking it best not to keep his back turned on Assinator. Storm turns back to face his downed opponent, and is BLINDEDSIDED by a Superkick! The fans explode into booes a man stands over Storm... it's MGK!
Taylor: What? Who in the hell is that?
Romano: That's MGK! But he doesn't work here, he works for ASW!
Taylor: Then what the hell is he doing here? He's ruining this match!
MGK sneers as he looks down at Storm, and then he notices the referee is starting to come to his senses. MGK quickly grabs Assinator by the arm and drags him over Storm, who is knocked out, placing Assinator's arm over Storm's chest. MGK then quickly slides out of the ring as the referee slowly begins to crawl towards Assinator and Storm. The referee makes the count...
"One...Two...Three!"
The bell rings, as Assinator slowly begins to climb to his feet, not aware of what happened. The referee raises Assinator's hand in the air.
Winner: Assinator via Pinfall
Jessica Love: Here is your winner and moving onto the semi-finals, Assinator!
Romano: This is not right. This is a highway robbery!
Taylor: This MGK guy just cost Storm an opportunity to advance in the AWF Championship tournament, but why?
Assinator smiles, proud of himself, as he exits the ring, advancing to the next round of the AWF Championship Tournament. Meanwhile, still in the ring, Michael Storm slowly begins to move. Grabbing the ropes, trying to pull himself up to his feet, Storm is confused and angry, after having wrestled one hell of a match. After finally getting to his feet, Storm turns around, and is BLINDSIDED with yet another Superkick from MGK! The fans are booing like crazy, as MGK smiles down at his former friend, Michael Storm. After staring down at Storm for a moment, MGK acts as if he is going to leave the ring, but suddenly turns around, and leaps on top of Storm, hitting him with punches and forearms to the head repeatedly, like a crazy lunatic.
Romano: This is disgusting! Someone needs to get this man the hell out of here, he doesn't even work for this company.
Suddenly, Felix Zikko appears on the entrance stage in his suit, looking extremely angry. He begins to wave some men, and out from the backstage area, several backstage officials as well as several more security guards storm the ramp, charging the ring to arrest MGK. MGK looks up just in time to notice, and slides out of the ring and hopping over the ringside barrier, escaping into the crowd.
Taylor: That guy ruined a great match, and then he ran away like a coward! Someone needs to lock him up!
Romano: Hopefully we will get more information on this incident as it unfolds.
Felix and other officials fill the ring as they begin to check on Storm. As officials struggle to figure out what is going on, we head to a backstage segment.
Backstage, there is chaos everywhere. Officials are running back and forth, along with the primary owner of AWF, Felix Ziko, after the controversy surrounding the Michael Storm vs. Assinator match. As all of this is happening, we see Terry Bradshaw laying down on a bench in a make-shift locker room, that's really basically just a bench. CK "Rat Bastard" Owens is checking on Terry and tending to his injuries, while Copycat also sits on the floor next to Terry, trying to wrap some gauze around his leg.
: I'll give you credit Copycat, that was one hell of a match. Honestly if you just tried a little harder, you could have won. : What do you mean try harder? I did everything I could! I fought fair and square! You made my son vomit, you kicked him, you forced the referee not to disqualify you for slapping me with a dildo, and then you stabbed me in the leg and shanked me! : Like I said... if only you tried harder. Now please, quiet down, I'm exhausted. : Can someone help me? I can't reach all the way to wrap my leg up to stop the bleeding. And I've been shanked in the stomach, I'm losing a lot of blood here. : Can you try not to be so selfish for ONE SECOND? CK "Rat Bastard" Owens here is helping me because I just wrestled one hell of a match, and when he's done, he'll tend to your wounds as well. We sure did have a hell of a match out there, old friend. But I'm being treated first, because I'm a champion now, and that takes priority.: A Champi- Bu- I'm a Champion to---- I just... I don't get it, Terry. We're supposed to be a team. But you cheated me tonight, you may have murdered me, because I'm still not sure I'll make it through the night. You're supposed to be our leader, Mr. Bradshaw! : Leader? Huh? oh, right, BANG. Well as you all know, I'm not the only leader in this group. Do I run shit around here? You betcha. Am I the man? Damn straight. Do I have a big fat massive penis? Oh hell yeah. But The Other Guy, he's got responsibilities too, you know. Most of this was his idea. This is his work as much as it is mine. CK Owens and Copycat both stop and look at Terry.
: ...What? What other guy? Whose idea? : Our benefactor. You know, our partner. The other guy who watches our backs. : Hillbilly Jim? Mosh? I'd guess Thrasher but he never watches my back. He's always trying to murder and/or eat me. : No, I'm talking about our other human partner. You guys already met him. Duh. We hang out all the time. You know, The Other Guy.: Terry I have absolutely no idea what you're talking abou-: You know, I'm not the only one who could use a beer, I'm sure. Come on gang, let's get the BANG boys together and grab a few cold ones, this show has officially been a success. : I'm not sure how successful it could be, that last match seemed to have some controversy with Michael Storm getting cheated, that T-Bone guy showed up and tried to bully Mr. Ziko, and oh yeah... YOU STABBED ME. : Yes yes, a smashing success, no doubt. Now come on gang, let's get out of here early, parking is a real bitch in this place and I want to get to the bar ASAP. We can't drink here at the VFW with all my fans. We'd never get a chance to relax. : Can you at least drop me off at the hospital?: No sir, but you sure can buy me a beer. : But I don't have any money, REMEMBER?Terry pulls out his wallet and flicks through a thick wad of hundred dollar bills. He pulls out a crisp 5 dollar bill and tosses it at Copycat.
: Now you do. I know things have been rough lately but I've decided to make it up to you. That's your pay for working so hard tonight, tax free. Mighty generous of you to offer to buy me a beer with it. : But I need to feed my son.: Don't thank me, dear boy, there is more where that came from, trust me. Thanks again in advanced for that beer you're gonna buy me. Oh and I just remembered, you have a son to feed, you really should try to be more responsible with your money instead of throwing it all away on beer, what kind of a father are you anyway? Good thing I'm around to help you look after the boy. I'm sure we can find something in the trash that your son can snack on. Why waste good hard-earned cash on food when you can kind something perfectly edible in the trash? You know the old saying, "garbage in, garbage out". Now my friends, help me up to my feet and we'll get out of here. Copycat, bleeding from his leg and stomach due to the stabbing and cuts, along with CK Owens, both help Terry Bradshaw up to his feet, even though he's not really injured at all. Together the three B.A.N.G. members leave the building, as we prepare for the nights main event.
But who is the secret benefactor of B.A.N.G. that Terry was talking about?
The fans erupt into cheers as "Ice Ice Baby" begins to play through the speakers in the arena. As the beat drops, the entrance stage suddenly becomes frozen with ice. On ice skates, Lil Freeze skates out, spinning around happily while holding his freeze gun. He proudly holds his freeze gun up in the air and the crowd cheers. He then aims the gun down the ramp way, and shoots it, turning the entire ramp into ice. Lil Freeze then skates all the way down to the ring. He sits down on the ring apron, and removes the blades from his ice skates, which basically just turns them into large metal boots. He then takes his freeze gun into the ring with him and points out in to the crowd. They cheer as he changes the setting on his freeze gun to shoot ice cubes out into the audience. He then puts his freeze gun down and gets ready for his match.
Jessica Love: Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 280 lbs, LIL FREEZE!
"Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people"
Plays over the P.A. system and the crowd begins to roar as the camera pans around the arena showing all of the lonely people while the Beatles sing about Eleanor. The arena lights dim and a spotlight appears on the stage.
"All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?"
Suddenly Scorpion appears in the spotlight with his retired XHF European Championship wrapped around his waist. He whips his hair back and looks around at all the lonely people and smiles for sprinting down to the ring and sliding in. He pops up to his feet and removes the Championship from his waist and hoists it in the air. He hands the title to the ring announcer and awaits his opponent.
Jessica Love: And his opponent, making his way to the ring, from Liverpool, England, weighing in at 250 lbs, SCORPION!
AWF Championship Quarter-Finals Tournament Match
Scorpion vs. Lil' Freeze
Both competitors are in the ring. They both stare each other down. The referee checks both competitors and goes over the rules of the match, but they both seemingly lose the words. They may hear the sounds, but not the words. They only think about one thing - victory. Their mind is onto the idea of the AWF Championships around their waists and they both know that the other is the first obstacle in their path. The bell rings. They both approach each other, determinably. They're both nervous, but on the surface, they look calm and ready. They both approach each other and engage in a lock up. Quick on his feet, Scorpion uses his agility and circles around Lil' Freeze and immediately hits the Scorpion Plex! Scorpion quickly pins:
One...
Two...
Kickout!
Lil' Freeze powers out of the pin and retreats to his corner, unnerved by the fact that he almost lost seconds after the beginning of the match. He's trying to keep his cool but finds, considering the circumstances, it's a bit challenging.
Romano: "Lil' Freeze was in over his head. He should know Scorpion well enough to be on his toes."
Taylor: "He was lucky to learn from his mistake. Next time, his luck might run out!"
Lil' Freeze walks back over to Scorpion and points to him with a smile. The cold man congratulates him on the momentary victory, although his words have undertones of reassurance that the victory is only momentary. They both lock up again. Freeze gets Scorpion into an arm lock. Freeze begins to smile as he sees struggle over the face on his opponent. After a moment, Scorpion moves forward with a stiff knee into Lil' Freeze's stomach. This forces Freeze to break the hold. Scorpion quickly circles around his chilled opponent and grabs him from the arms again. SCORPION PLEX AGAIN! Wait - Somehow, Freeze has circled around and made his way back onto his feet. And he still has Scorpion in his grips! Falling Reverse DDT! It's an impact so strong that it has shook the ring! Lil' Freeze goes for the pin:
One...
Two...
Kickout!
This time, it's Scorpion who has to back up and reassess his strategy.
Romano: "And that's the flip side of being so experienced. Sometimes, you can get cocky."
Taylor: "Right, you are! Scorpion can't underestimate this guy or he might fall down like he was on some black ice!"
Scorpion shakes off any stresses he may have had from the little bit that just happened. Lil' Freeze smiles. This time, they aren't going the technical route. This time, they're bringing up the heat. (Metaphorically. Lil' Freeze can't deal with this literal heat stuff.) They're going blow by blow and exchanging punches. Scorpion throws a right. Lil' Freeze throws a right. And you know what? None of them are even bothering to duck or dodge. It's as if they are trying to show each other up from the 1-1 record on the mental-scoreboard both of them have going on. This goes on for moments and moments, both fighters gritting their teeth and bearing through the pain. Then Lil' Freeze goes for a hard blow to the stomach of Scorpion. This doubles him over. Lil' Freeze steps forward and pulls his elbow up, ready to drop it down. Scorpion thinks quickly and lifts Freeze up, forcing him up over his back! Freeze keeps the momentum coming and brings Scorpion down with him, rolling him up for a pin. But Scorpion breaks free and drop kicks Lil' Freeze in the face! Scorpion turns around and runs toward the ropes. He runs back, but Lil' Freeze gets to his feet and punishes Scorpion with a sidewalk slam!
Taylor: "These two just don't give up!"
Romano: "Let me tell you something, Tommy. If you're here to give up, you shouldn't be here in the first place."
Despite any and all pain, Scorpion wastes no time in getting to his feet, and Lil' Freeze wastes no time in making sure that he stays onto Scorpion. He grabs Scorpion and hits him with a suplex. He goes for the pin: One... Two... Kickout! Scorpion won't succumb to this kind of attack so easily, but Freeze shakes his head like Scorpion made a bad mistake. He warns that he is going to suffer for his persistence. And suffer, he will! Freeze begins laying the smack down onto Scorpion, kicking him relentlessly. Naturally, Scorpion begins blocking the damage, trying to defend his face and vitals with his hands and feet. After a moment or so, Freeze is sick and tired or all the defending and wants to deliver something that Scorpion truly can't defend against: True, unadulterated pain. As Scorpion tries kicking Freeze away, he grabs those feet and then move up to the legs. He's grabbing them and twisting, Scorpion's body. Sure enough, Lil' Freeze locked in the Frozen Crab. Scorpion immediately starts crying in pain, and Freeze begins twisting even further to ensure that his victory is going to happen as soon as humanly possible.
Taylor: "This just isn't possible. The legendary Scorpion can't give up so soon!"
Romano: "It's the nature of the business, but this is not necessarily Scorpion's fault. The future is always moving forward and for all we know, we may find a future legend in Lil' Freeze."
Scorpion's arms dart out against Lil' Freeze, but they have no effect. Any sort of batting or swiping - and neither his pleads of mercy has no effect upon the cold heart of Lil' Freeze. Freeze begins yelling out, "If you want to this to stop, tap out!" Scorpion reaches in front of him, but finds that the ropes are the entire length of the ring away. He knows that he won't be able to muscle his way to the other side of the ring. And getting Freeze to circle around so he can get to the ropes on the other side sounds equally daunting. After all, it takes a tremendous amount of core strength just to keep him from not submitting to the pressure and the pain, and tapping out right there! Freeze begins shaking the legs of Scorpion, become increasingly impatient with his persistence. He tenses up and tightens the pressure. Scorpion grabs his hair and begins grabbing it, knowing that the end is coming soon.
Taylor: "You can do it, buddy! Don't tap out, Scorpion!"
Romano: "He might have to. Losing your first match here is something no one wants to do, but hyper-extension of any muscle could keep someone out for longer than a match. It's all about if he can get out of it soon."
Scorpion begins to tense his body. He swings his body, trying to turn Freeze's body, seeing as it's the only way to get himself over to the ropes. Freeze knows this. He's trying not to let it happens. He sees Scorpion's determination and makes a point to hold onto Scorpion's legs. Scorpion tries hard. Real hard. He's actually using all the strength he has to keep the momentum going. He knows that Lil' Freeze isn't going to let go of his legs and uses it to his advantage. Scorpion actually uses his core muscles so much that he's lifted his body off of the canvas. Lil' Freeze sees this. He doesn't want Scorpion to grab the ropes at all, no matter where he's going so he moves both of them toward the center of the ring. Scorpion's keeps the momentum moving more and more. Lil' Freeze is holding onto his legs, but he's finding that he's losing control of the former XHF Champion. With one final last-ditch effort, Scorpion moves his leg up toward Lil Freeze's head and reverses Lil' Freeze's Frozen Crab to a flying headscissors!
Taylor: "What was that?!"
Romano: "That... was amazing."
Both Scorpion and Lil' Freeze are on the mat. Scorpion is on the floor because his legs feel like jelly and isn't even quite sure that he can move them. Lil' Freeze - he's shocked. Completely bewildered by the fact that someone could get out of his finisher. Freeze slowly makes his way back to his feet and approaches Scorpion. As Lil' Freeze makes his way over to his opponent, he begins to bring him to his knees. As he does, Scorpion throws a punch to his stomach and forces his hypothermic opponent to double over. Freeze refocuses and puts Scorpion in position for a suplex. Freeze lifts Scorpion up, but Scorpion wills his way back down. They begin struggling for power! Scorpion tries to lift Lil' Freeze up, but he forces his way back down. Scorpion begins throwing jab after jab into Freeze's side, but Freeze didn't like that. He nearly puts his entire knee through Scorpion's stomach. It hurts a lot as evidenced by Scorpion's eyes shooting from its sockets. The blue competitor picks up Scorpions and goes for the suplex... but forces himself toward the ropes. He manages to kick off from the ropes and directs himself to springboard off of it, reversing Lil' Freeze's suplex into a springboard swinging DDT! Scorpion goes for the pin:
One...
Two...
Thr-Kickout!
Taylor: "Now it's Scorpion who has Freeze's number!"
Romano: "This is most definitely a reminder to never let your guard down. In the world of professional wrestling, it only take a seconds for the tables to turn!"
Scorpion pumps his fists into the air. It looks like he's asking for the fan's help in order to give him the strength to win. They are more than willing to comply as they cheer, although it's possible they're cheering for the excitement. The XHF legend makes his way over to the legend. He bends over and grabs the upper body of his opponent, but Lil' Freeze grabs Scorpion's head and skull bashes him! Lil' Freeze slowly makes his way to his feet while Scorpion staggers back. As Scorpion refocuses, he finds Lil' Freeze on his lil' feet. Scorpion rushes him, but Freeze pushes him out of the way. Scorpions bounces off the ropes, makes his way back and clotheslines Lil' Freeze down! Lil' Freeze makes his way back to his feet, gripping his pained back. It's clear to everyone here that both of these two competitors have fought long and hard, and that each of these two deserve the win. Scorpion points his thumb toward him, indicating he's going to win. Freeze, in response, points to his ice gun that's lying outside of the ring, although the message behind that is unclear. Scorpion and Freeze lock up. Both of them are trying to gain control. Both are very strong individual, but at the same time, both are also very tired. Freeze wins the struggle. He Irish whips Scorpion to the turnbuckle. He hits HARD chest-first into the corner. The impact forces him to back up a few paces. Right into the grasp of his competitor. Lil' Freeze German suplexes Scorpion! Scorpion manages to flip out of it and land onto his feet!
Taylor: "The athleticism here is astounding, Cassius!"
Romano: "Well he sure didn't become a legend by just looking good."
Lil' Freeze turned around. He expected Scorpion to be on the floor. Instead, his jaw dropped as he finds Scorpion's face merely inches away from his. He only had enough time see Scorpion's sly grin before Scorpion rams Freeze HARD into the turnbuckle. Scorpion walks back to the corner diagonally opposite from Freeze. Scorpion raises his arm. He's going to do it! He runs and goes for the Scorpion Splash! WAIT! Freeze catches Scorpion in the air and hits the Ice Breaker! Lil' Freeze goes for the pin:
One...
Two...
THREE!
Winner: Lil' Freeze via Pinfall
Jessica Love: Here is your winner and moving onto the semifinals, Lil' Freeze!
Taylor: "Lil' Freeze won this! He actually defeated a former XHF Champion!"
Romano: Anything is possible here in the AWF, son. Lil' Freeze certainly is very gifted, but let's not forget that Scorpion reminded us that he still lives up to his name. His ring rust is virtually non-existent! Anyways, to everyone here in the VFW in Bethesda, OH - to everyone watching us on Channel 10 for Verizon Fios users, and Channel 2 for those of us with Time Warner, thank you! This is Prestige 1 and this is just the beginning! Every show that we have here will leave the last one in the dust. So until Prestige 2, good night!"
The camera fades to the AWF Prestige logo before fading to black.
