Ring Syndicate : The World is Watching

[SWAT Team]

[“Sporadic Movement” by CKY begins to play as we fade right into the ex-Hardkore Hall in Palm Springs, California.]

Ross Carlisle: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Palm Springs: The World is Watching, another Ring Syndicate Pay Per View effort….and we are LIVE from Palm Springs, California from the former location of a great number of Hardkore World shows. I’m Ross Carlisle, along with Melvyn.

Melvyn: What’s up, people? I say we shoot it down to Lou Jackson in the ring for the first match, which is gonna be a Memorial Cup matchup. Take it, Louie!

[Lou Jackson enters the ring and goes to announce the first match, but he gets startled by someone jumping over the security barrier.]

Lou Jackson: What the-

[The man slides into the ring and the crowd gives him an equal smattering of cheers and jeers.]

Ross Carlisle: Cyrus Williams? Isn’t he supposed to be in Australia?

Melvyn: Yeah, and what the hell’s he doing with a friggin chainsaw?

[Cyrus Williams, clad in his usual (this time with a “Jesus Did It For the Chicks” t-shirt) has a chainsaw in one hand, and a bottle of Jagermeister in the other. He drops the saw and shoves Lou Jackson to the ground.]

Cyrus Williams: You know, when you’re handed a plane ticket to Australia on the same day when there’s a Pay Per View about 5 miles from your house in Palm Springs, I think it’s pretty much a no brainer which one you choose.

[Williams swigs from his liquor bottle and tosses the remnants out into the crowd.]

Cyrus Williams: Palm Springs….the World is Watching, eh? Good. That’s about the size of the audience I need. You see, tonight, ol’ Cyrus is going to lay down an ultimatum. The Ring Syndicate brass, whether it be that fat fuck Soutter, that other fat fuck Power, that brown noser in a monkey suit, Tom Lux, or any other rag-tag piece of shit who calls himself a board member is going to produce the world champion, Cobryn, or….I’m personally going to ruin your pay per view. It’s that simple.

[The loyalist Hardkore World fans are chanting “FUCK YOU CYRUS” because of his recent comments made in Japan to Jonnie Valentine.]

Cyrus Williams: Fuck Cyrus? Fuck Cyrus? Yeah, alright. Fuck Cyrus for actually learning to work without using a chair or a table every 5 seconds. Fuck Cyrus for not breaking out moves that would kill Misawa but couldn’t pin some idiot like Rated X. Fuck Cyrus for making more money across the world than he ever could wrestling in front of you scummy, smelly bums. Yeah, Fuck Cyrus. What a piece of shit he is.

[They now switch to “Rated X”.]

Cyrus Williams: Rated X? Rated X? You really want him? Check the gutter. He’ll be the guy begging for change because he used to be somebody.

[Some fans have to actually be restrained from jumping the guardrail.]

Cyrus Williams: C’mon. Get in the ring! Do it! You don’t have the balls! I’ll twist your head off, shit down your neck and fuck your mother for good measure.

[Security is now doubling.]

Cyrus Williams: Get out of the way. Let them go! Let them in! They don’t have the guts. You know who else doesn’t have the guts? Your so-called “leader of the company”. I want that half-{Mongo Edit: Fuck Off}, robe wearing, lying, cheating, gutless, dickless cocksucker to get his ass out to THIS RING before I personally turn the son of a bitch into my own personal lumber yard.

[Cyrus tucks the microphone into his pocket and grabs the chainsaw. He primes it and then begins to start it up.]

Ross Carlisle: Is Cyrus for real?

Melvyn: He’s a lunatic! He’s nuts!

[The chainsaw is starting up. Cyrus takes the mic again.]

Cyrus Williams: Which one of you motherfuckers wants a souvenir? How about a turnbuckle to bring home to your crack head wife? A rope for your degenerate drug dealing sons? Hey, how about the ring mat? I bet that could fetch a few dollars on ebay, enough for your next fix, right?

[Cyrus raises the chainsaw high in the air above his head.]

Cyrus Williams: COBRYN!!!!! I KNOW YOU’RE BACK THERE! GET THE FUCK OUT NOW! GET OUT HERE! LET’S FINISH THIS!!!!!

[Suddenly, a swarm of police hit the ringside area and surround the ring. Cyrus brings the chainsaw down.]

Cyrus Williams: So this is how it’s going to go, huh? I see.

[Cyrus shuts off the chainsaw and drops it to the canvas.]

Cyrus Williams: Hey idiots….I’ve got a new chant for you. CO-BRYN’S A PUSSY….CO-BRYN’S A PUSSY…..CO-BRYN’S A PUSSY……Care to wrap that around your small brains?

[No luck in that, since they go right back to “FUCK YOU CYRUS”]

Cyrus Williams: Like music to my ears…..

[Two cops enter the ring in an attempt to arrest Cyrus.]

Cyrus Williams: You want me? Take me. Just like these two, even the boys in blue don’t have the balls to take me on. I’ll stick your nightsticks right up your asses so far you’ll be tasting rubber for weeks.

[One attempts to tackle Cyrus, but Cyrus grabs him by the head and SMOKES him with a Kawada kick for the ages. The other cop comes in as well but Cyrus straight arms him and he goes down. Cyrus then takes the hint and gets the hell out of there.]

Ross Carlisle: Cyrus is fleeing! He just assaulted two cops and now he’s takin’ off like a bat out of hell!

[Cyrus leaps the guardrail, shoving away the hostile Palm Springs fans and kicks open the side door, running out into the desert air, the cops still pursuing him.]

Melvyn: Well, that sure was insane.

Ross Carlisle: And Cyrus Williams is in trouble with the law YET AGAIN…..

Melvyn: Don’t drop the soap there, guy.

Ross Carlisle: Fans, we’re going to get everything settled down here and then we’ll be back with our first match. Bear with us.

[Fade out.]

[SWAT Team]

Ross Carlisle: Our first match up is one of the qualifying tag team match ups for the Ring Syndicate Memorial Cup. We will be seeing Jeremiah Vastrix and the Rising Sun from Ring Syndicate: Germany taking on Gabriel Hunglestein and Phoenix from Ring Syndicate: East Coast.

Melvin: I hate both of these teams so I don't really care who wins.

Ross Carlisle: Well, lets get to Lou Jackson for the introductions.

Lou Jackson: Coming down the aisle from Ring Syndicate: Germany, the Rising Sun and Jeremiah Vastrix.

[Keep Fishing by Weezer comes out over the PA as Vastrix and Rising Sun enter the ring.]

Lou Jackson: And their opponents from Ring Syndicate: East Coast…

[The lights dim, the fog rolls out and a circle of fire lights on the stage during the beginning chords of Chain by The Fire Theft. When the song hits the first 'CHAIN' flame pyro explodes all over the stage and Phoenix rises from the center of the circle.]

Lou Jackson: Phoenix….

[Once Phoenix is on the stage, the arena goes dark and the music fades into 'Me Against the World' by Tupac. Maroon and Gold spotlights alternate all over arena, before stopping and following Gabriel as he walks down the rampway with Phoenix. When Gabriel gets to the ring, He goes to the middle and poses as the Maroon and Gold spotlights move in a circle motion around him.]

Lou Jackson: And his partner, Gabriel Hunglestein…

[Phoenix slides into the ring, hops up and hits the turnbuckle to the second rope. He pounds his chest and his arms go out to the sides, sans Raven, then the arms go straight up for the two fingered salute as the corner opposite him explodes in fire. Phoenix hits all four corners, then pulls off his red cloak, dropping it in the last corner.]

[The ref signals for the bell. Ding, ding, ding,]

Ross Carlisle: It looks as if Hunglestein and Vastrix will be starting it off.

[Vastrix and Hunglestein lock up and Vastrix pushed Hunglestein into the corner.]

Ross Carlisle: Vastrix drives Hunglestein into the corner.

[Vastrix backs off a little but then kicks Hunglestein in the mid section.]

Melvin: Great thinking by Vastrix, he needs to take an advantage to win this match up.

[Hunglestein slumps over in the corner and Vastrix grabs his head and delivers a DDT.]

Ross Carlisle: Nice DDT by Vastrix.

[Vastrix bounces off the ropes and delivers a leg drop to Hunglestein's chest.]

Melvin: Vastrix is not letting up. Hunglestein is still on the mat.

[Vastrix picks up Hunglestein and puts him between his legs. And signals to the crowd.]

Ross Carlisle: I think Vastrix is already going for the Superstar Bomb.

[Vastrix tries to pick up Hunglestein put Hunglestein takes out Vastrix's legs from under him. He then turns it into a Boston crab.]

Ross Carlisle: Great reversal by Hunglestein. He now has him in a Boston crab.

[Hunglestein releases the Boston Crab.]

Melvin: What a moron. He has Vastrix in a Boston crab and releases it.

[Hunglestein then picks up Vastrix and whips him into the ropes.]

Ross Carlisle: Irish whip by Hunglestein.

[Hunglestein jumps up and delivers a spinning heel kick to Vastrix.]

Melvin: Hunglestein is finally using his senses and is putting on some good moves.

[Hunglestein picks up Vastrix and delivers a Spicolli Driver.]

Melvin: Spicolli Driver by Hunglestein. What is the idiot doing now? He has the advantage why is he climbing the top rope?

[Hunglestein gets to the top rope and delivers a huge Frog Splash.]

Ross Carlisle: Oh! What a frog splash. Cover…

[One... Two... Th...]

Melvin: the Rising Sun just made the save. I think it might have been over.

[Phoenix tries to get in but the ref stops him as the Rising Sun and Vastrix attack Hunglestein.]

Ross Carlisle: Phoenix is causing Hunglestein to get damage done to him.

[The Rising Sun gets Hunglestein from behind and delivers a Reverse DDT. Vastrix then goes for a pin as the ref turns back around.]

Ross Carlisle: Cover by Vastrix.

[One... Two... Kickout!]

Melvin: Even though I don't like Hunglestein I knew he wasn't going to give up just yet.

[Vastrix picks up Hunglestein and whips him against the ropes. Hunglestein then does a flying clothesline.]

Ross Carlisle: Clothesline by Hunglestein. Both me are out. They both need to get a tag.

[Hunglestein and Vastrix both drag themselves to their corners and both make a tag at about the same time.]

Ross Carlisle: Tag by Hunglestein!

Melvin: Tag by Vastrix!

[The Rising Sun and Phoenix run towards each other and the Rising Sun throws a punch at Phoenix but Phoenix blocks and begins to deliver punches of his own to the side of the Rising Sun's head.]

Ross Carlisle: Phoenix retaliating.

[Phoenix then grabs the Rising Sun and puts him between his legs. He picks him ups and runs and delivers a huge running power bomb.]

Ross Carlisle: Running power bomb by Phoenix! Nice move. Cover!

[One... Two... Thr...]

Melvin: Kickout! Boy that was close.

[Phoenix then picks up the Rising Sun and grabs him and delivers a nice Sidewalk slam.]

Ross Carlisle: Nice side walk slam.

Melvin: Now Phoenix is climbing the top rope. Another stupid move.

[Phoenix climbs the ropes and waits for the Rising Sun to get up. the Rising Sun gets up and is met with a missile drop kick.]

Ross Carlisle: Another huge move by Phoenix. These risks are paying off. Another cover.

[One… Two… Thre…]

Melvin: Vastrix broke it up this time.

Ross Carlisle: Hunglestein is in to try to stop this.

[Vastrix is beating up on Phoenix and Hunglestein comes up from behind and applies a Sleeper on Vastrix.]

Ross Carlisle: Sleeper on Vastrix!

[The Rising Sun turns around and delivers an elbow to Hunglestein and Hunglestein releases the hold.]

Melvin: Nice job by the Rising Sun to get that choke off Vastrix.

[Phoenix comes from behind the Rising Sun and delivers a neck breaker. He then picks up Vastrix and gives him a DDT.]

Ross Carlisle: Nice series of moves by Phoenix.

[Hunglestein then picks up Vastrix. Phoenix then picks up the Rising Sun.]

Ross Carlisle: They both just picked up the Germans.

[They both whip the Rising Sun and Vastrix into the ropes and deliver a pair of Death Valley Drivers.]

Ross Carlisle: That was just Phoenix’s finisher The Phoenix Driver!!

Melvin: Oh How sweet.

Ross Carlisle: Double cover.

[One... Two... Three!!!]

Lou Jackson: Here are your winners Phoenix and Gabriel Hunglestein!!!

[Hunglestein and Phoenix celebrate a little bit as they both leave the ring to a large crowd pop.]

[SWAT Team]

Ross Carlisle: Memorial Cup Time again Melvyn!

Melvyn: Certainly is, and this time its Australia Vs Japan! We have Dan Stein & Mars against the Japanese deal of Chupacabra & Matsu Akahara!

Ross Carlisle: Well, are the Australians going to overpower the Japs or are they going to outclass the Australians? Lets get it on!

Announcer: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is the second match of the Ring Syndicate Memorial Cup!

The arena goes black. Overhead, projected images appear above, and three symbols flash slowly in progression- Alpha, then Omega, then and the Punisher skull. The graphic switches to a loop, with a three-dimensional skull rotating and the graphic "Dan Stein".

(The lights slowly fade on as Dan Stein walks out with his manager Domino flanking him. Stein slowly raises the Peacemaker to acknowledge the crowd, then makes his way to the ring area.

Announcer: Introducing first, representing Ring Syndicate Australia, weighing in at 265Ibs from Detroit Michigan…DAN “THE PUNISHER” STEIN!!!

Yeah, I am the Astro-Creep
A demolition-style hell American Freak yeah
I am the Crawling dead
A phantom in a box shadow in your head say
Suicide freedom off the blast read the fucker lies yeah
Scratch off the broken skin
Tear into my heart make me do it again yeah
More human than human, more human than human…

Ross Carlisle: This maybe is the most experienced man in this match.

Melvyn: The oldest man in this match you mean?

Ross Carlisle: No, what I said is what I mean.

The house lights dim as ‘Unholy begins to play softly over the PA system. The volume keeps growing louder, until the lyrics begin.

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[[Chained slaves to their cages]]
[]
[[I’m the cycle of pain]]
[[Of a thousand year old reign]]

Ross Carlisle: Here is his partner!

Announcer: Introducing, his tag team partner, representing Ring Syndicate Australia, weighing in at 340Ibs…MARS!!!

The titantron begins to show images of bloody battles that advance through several time periods. Smoke and fog begin to billow from under the ramp. A single red spotlight shines down through the fog to the top of the ramp. Mars appears in the centre of the light bathed in an eerie darkness.

[[I’m suicide and salvation]]
[[The omen to nations]]
[[That you worship on all fours]]
[[I’m the infection and famine]]
[[That’s knocking at your door]]

As the spotlight fades and the house lights come up the fog and smoke can be seen rolling towards the ring.

[[That’s why you’re feeling so…]]

Mars steps down the ramp towards the ring. A chorus of boos and jeers begin. Mars threatens the fans as he walks towards the ring, which brings even more reactions from the fans.

[[Unholy]]
[[Oh. I was created by man, you know I’m…]]
[[Unholy]]
[[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah]]

Mars stops at ringside points to his opponent and does a throat slashing gesture before climbing into the ring.

Melvyn: This is the man that can lead this team to glory I tell ya.

Ross Carlisle: Well, its not started yet so I don’t know where you get that from.

“Believe Again” by Anathema Device starts to blare through the PA system as Chupacabra emerges from the backstage area to a mixed reception.
Announcer: Introducing, from Ring Syndicate Japan, weighing in at 199Ibs…CHUPACABRA!!!

Ross Carlisle: This man has a distinct disadvantage as he is less that 200 pounds, which Mars is over 300.

Chupacabra continues his walk down to the ring and stays on the outside keeping away from Dan Stein and Mars.

Suddenly Matsu Akahara starts to walk down the aisle in a long red overcoat wearing dark sunglasses.

Announcer: Introducing, from Ring Syndicate Japan, weighing in at 251Ibs…MATSU AKAHARA!!!

Ross Carlisle: These two are in so much of a weight disadvantage here tonight.

Chupacabra and Akahara slide under the bottom rope as Chupacabra looks to start this match off, as does Dan Stein.

The referee calls for the bell as this match is underway. Both men circle the ring with Dan Stein starting off on the offensive overpowering Chupacabra throwing him into the corner. Dan Stein keeps the offensive coming with some hard lefts and rights and finishing off banging Chupacabra head against the top turnbuckle. Dan Stein whips Chupacabra across the ring and follows him looking to squash him into the corner but Chupacabra gets his feet up to the head of Dan Stein stunning him for a few seconds. Chupacabra bounces out of the corner and delivers some shots to the kidneys of Stein. Chupacabra delivers some knife edge chops making Dan Stein stagger back into the corner.

Ross Carlisle: Not a bad start at all from Chupacabra.

Chupacabra executes a couple of spinning heel kicks into Dan Steins chin. Chupacabra climbs to the top rope rapidly and lands a missile dropkick eventually taking the big man down. Chupacabra goes for an early pin…

1

2

Dan Stein throws Chupacabra off from the top of him with velocity.

Melvyn: Need more than that Chupacabra.

Chupacabra goes to the corner where Akahara is standing and stalks Dan Stein. Dan Stein gets to his feet as Chupacabra dashes towards him and Dan Stein reverses it into a power slam.

Ross Carlisle: Did you see that impact?!

Dan Stein walks over to the corner and tags in Mars as a ring of boos fill the arena very quickly. With Chupacabra on the mat, Mars picks him and whips him straight into the corner as Chupacabra bounces out and falls to the mat again. Mars picks him up again and delivers some hard punches, and then pulls off a choke toss throwing Chupacabra to the mat.

Chupacabra slides on the mat trying to tag in Matsu Akahara but Mars kicks him in the mid-section and waits for Chupacabra to get up. Mars then tries a big kick but Chupacabra ducks underneath and connects with a punch of his own. Chupacabra bounces off the opposite set of ropes and tries a clothesline, which has little effect on Mars. Chupacabra climbs to the second rope as Mars approaches him and jumps to the shoulders of Mars, as Mars tries to throw him off Chupacabra pulls out a half hurricanrana which is just enough to take Mars from his feet.

Melvyn: Not a good enough Hurricanrana to make Mars pay enough.

Chupacabra slides across the ring slowly eventually tagging in Matsu Akahara as he enters the ring. Matsu Akahara sees Mars on the floor and delivers a couple of leg drops and elbow drops to Mars keeping him on the floor. Akahara waits for Mars to progress upwards and Matsu Akahara gets on Mars’ back with a sleeper hold on Mars.

Ross Carlisle: Matsu Akahara could have Mars here.

Mars struggles with Matsu Akahara on his back and then throws him off his back down to the floor. Mars tags back in Dan Stein here as the crowd rise in more anticipation. Dan Stein gets Matsu Akahara back to his feet and whips him across the ring and lands a tilt-a-whirl slam. Dan Stein grabs Matsu Akahara back up quickly keeping the pressure on with a hanging suplex.

Melvyn: Look at that power holding him up there…

Ross Carlisle: Its about 15 seconds now!

Dan Stein then releases the suplex drilling Matsu Akahara down to the mat. Dan Stein rolls into the pin over Matsu Akahara…

1

2

Matsu Akahara kicks out at the last second keeping his team in the match. Dan Stein goes to the corner waiting for Matsu Akahara to rise as Dan Stein dashes towards him again going for a big boot but this Matsu Akahara ducks underneath and catches Dan Stein with a kick of his own pushing Dan Stein into the corner where Chupacabra is standing. Matsu Akahara continues piling the pressure on with some hard knife-edge chops to the chest of Dan Stein. Matsu Akahara climbs to the second rope as Dan Stein pushes Akahara onto his shoulders trying a powerbomb but Matsu Akahara uses it to his advantage using a hurricanrana into the pin…

1

2

Mars breaks up the pin as the referee concentrates on getting Mars out of the ring. Dan Stein pushes Matsu Akahara across the ring as he tags in Chupacabra and Dan Stein connects with a big boot to Matsu Akahara. Chupacabra jumps to Dan Stein with some hard punches as the referee forces him out of the ring.

Ross Carlisle: There was a tag REF!!

Melvyn: Not that he saw! MAHAHAHA.

Dan Stein tags back in Mars as Mars goes to work on Matsu Akahara. Mars grabs him to his feet and holds Matsu Akahara in a bear hug position until Chupacabra breaks the hold. The referee stops this from happening any longer.

Melvyn: This match needs another referee!

Mars stares at Chupacabra and mutters the words “Not again”. Mars grabs Matsu Akahara up once again and whips him across the ring with Matsu Akahara tagging in Chupacabra without Mars realising. Matsu Akahara receives a massive choke slam in the ring and Mars goes for the pin but Chupacabra kicks Mars in the back of the head breaking the pin. Chupacabra whips Mars into the turnbuckle and then executes a dropkick taking Mars out of the corner and uses DDT to take Mars down to the mat. Chupacabra climbs to the third rope landing a moonsault onto Mars and rolls into another pin…

1

2

Mars gets the shoulder up. Chupacabra waits for Mars to rise and then weighs up another dropkick and then an inverted DDT onto his knee taking Mars down again. Chupacabra knocks Dan Stein off the ring apron to the outside as Dan Stein then climbs back into the ring as Chupacabra realises this as Dan Stein throws him into the corner with some hard punches. Matsu Akahara then joins in as all four men are in the ring. Mars and Matsu Akahara are going at it as Mars clotheslines Matsu Akahara over the top rope to the outside.

Ross Carlisle: Ref get a grip of this match!

Dan Stein is not the legal man keeps working on Chupacabra and then clothesline him down to the mat. Dan Stein leaves the ring working on Matsu Akahara as Mars slides back into the ring. Mars waits for Chupacabra to progress to his feet and whips him across the ring, with Mars going the opposite ropes and pulling off the Slingshot Clothesline…

Melvyn: THAT’S GOTTA BE IT!!!! SLINGSHOT CLOTHESLINE!!

Mars rolls Chupacabra over into the pin…

1

2

3!

Ross Carlisle: Look at Mars! He thinks he won this match on his own.

[SWAT Team]

[Recap from the CWA St. Valentine’s Day Broken Hearts PPV.]

Toby Navel: Sam walks through the glass door of the restaurant and looks for Adrian. Adrian grabs a soda off a table and drinks it, then picks up one of the wooden chairs nearby. Sam walks down through the restaurant, turns and Adrian breaks the chair over him. Adrian grabs Sam by the head, springboards off a table and plants Sam head first into the ground with a tornado DDT.

Jeremy Tucker: This is unbelievable, these two men putting it all on the line to come home with the Australian title, and Adrian goes for a cover while the fans in the restaurant scatter, not knowing what is going on.

Nick Tsalazidis: 1 ........................... 2 .......................... (Piltdown kicks out.)

[Tanner hops up onto a bar, and launches off it nailing Sam with a beautiful Swanton, then goes for another cover.]

Nick Tsalazidis: 1 ................... 2 .................... (Kickout by Sam)

Toby Navel: Tanner cant believe it, he slams the floor with his fist, then goes up to the bar again and dives off this time with a diving head but!

Jeremy Tucker: He moved! Piltdown moved out of the way!

[Sam gets to his feet, grabs Tanner of the Floor and double underhooks his arms. Piltdown lifts Tanner up so they are upside down and then sits down, dropping Adrian on his head/back of his neck.]

Toby Navel: THE F-BOMB!

Jeremy Tucker: SAM PLITDOWN JUST NAILED ADRIAN TANNER JR WITH THE F- BOMB! This one is all over folks!

Referee Nick Tsalazidis: 1 ....................... 2 ........................... 3~!!!!!

Toby Navel: He did it! Sam Piltdown retains his title here at the Broken Hearts PPV, and what a battle it was!

Frank Salazar: The winner of the match, and STILL Australian Heavyweight Champion, SAM PILTDOWN!!!!

["Cocaine And Toupees" by Mindless Self Indulgence hits and referee Nick Tsalazidis raises Sam's arm, the cheers from the fans can be heard all the way across the road, till the shot goes outside the restaurant to see that half of them are out there leaning on the glass having followed them out from the stadium.]

Jeremy Tucker: Wow, what a night, thanks for joining us fans, don't forget, next week coming live from Palm Springs we have the joint Ring Syndicate PPV entitled Palm Springs: The World is Watching, and also we have a free for all down here at the Crown Casino for all those not going to Palm Springs, see you th....

Toby Navel: Hang on a sec Jerry. Adrian is on his feet and moving towards Sam.

[Adrian Tanner Jr. walks up to Sam Piltdown and looks him in the eye, then offers his hand for a shake. Sam takes his time looking at Adrian, and then to the fans who have all packed into the restaurant now, then accepts the handshake as the scene fades.]

[Scene fades in to an office with white walls. KJ Xanathos, the CWA Commissioner, is seen talking on his cell phone. He is wearing dark jeans with rusty brown lineal details, a Mudvayne black T-shirt, Italian shoes and a gray GAP jacket.]

KJX:
Yeah Tom, I’m in Palm Springs checking if everything is fine, in case those HPWA guys even think of pulling out something against my Australian guys. Yep, jealously can kill.

Talking about jealously, Douglas came to my house last week with a gun in his hands. He was pretty mad about the media publishing pictures of Catherine and me in the pool. No… obviously he didn’t kill me… yeah I told him how he expected someone as hot as Catherine being sexually happy with someone as old as him. He can’t lift a towel with his thing… heheh. So we made some kind of deal… if we can call it like that. I’ll satisfy Catherine whenever she needs it and that way she’ll be happy with Douglas, doing all the other things… yep. She will go with him to the Oscars, but will go with me to the bedroom. I always win. He is a good old man.

No… Affleck doesn’t want to talk to me anymore… unless is business, yeah. Anyway it’s his fault, I mean he was partying with Damon, and Jennifer called me, with her depression… so what I was going to do? She’s my friend you know. So I came over… and below and everywhere else heheh. Yeah that was dirty.

No Tom… I would never try something with Penelope… she’s beautiful (rolls eyes) but you and Will are my best friends… I know I was with Nicole, but only after you divorced her… and I wouldn’t be with Penelope even if you guys divorce someday… I think of her like a sister you know… like you and Will are my brothers.

Ok, I’ll pass by as soon as this PPV ends… time to turn over California! Ok see you then.

[KJX ends his cell phone chat and notices the RS camera in the office.]

KJX:
Since when you’ve been filming?

Cameraman:
Long enough…

KJX:
Oh………………… oh………fuck! You just don’t know how to knock?!?

Cameraman:
We’re ordered not to knock… so we can get the best of it…

KJX:
It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have pushed to the top the idea of reality shows in the first place. Anyway, what do you want?

Cameraman:
Well we want to know why you picked Ruthless L Reeve over the other talent in RS Australia for a CWA Heavyweight title shot… even when there are bigger stars like Stan, Stein and Mars?

KJX:
Simple pal. Reeve has been in the CWA since day one, busting his ass off to succeed in his down under hometown territory. He has the back up of the crowd; they’re always supporting him. He worked hard to take the Tag Team Championships from The Hellhounds and he fucking did it! Only to get dumped by Big Blatant Bullshit at the end of the road. He deserves it more than anyone in Australia right now. The Tank and The Punisher are on their way, but Reeve was first.

Cameraman:
What about Adrian Tanner Jr.?

KJX:
What about him? He had more than one chance for the CWA title, and he failed. He was never enough good for the title anyway. People were loosing credibility in our title you know? So Piltdown is the best that happened to the CWA since Triple Boo. Piltdown is not the best wrestler in the world, but he is much, much better than a Tanner.

Now is time for the match… I hope Palm Springs enjoy it.

[Fades out and in to the ring.]

Ring Syndicate Australia Presents: CWA Heavyweight Championship Match:
Sam Piltdown © Vs. Ruthless L. Reeve

Ross Carlisle: You heard that guys. Reeve worked hard and is getting the title shot tonight in Palm Springs!

Melvyn: We all know he’s getting it because he is Soutter’s little boy.

Ross Carlisle: Reeve and Soutter hates each other, don’t you know that? As a matter of fact, Piltdown was brought in Australia by Soutter as his henchman, with the mission to destroy Reeve for once. But “Mr. Fixit” ended dropping Soutter on his big fat ass.

Melvyn: Reeve is Soutter’s spoiled son… hahaha.

Ross Carlisle: Stupid jerk…

Lou Jackson: Ladies and gentlemen…

Melvyn: Ladies and GERMS… and I don’t see any “lady” in the whole arena… all I see is whores…

Ross Carlisle: How dare you? Calling our feminine fans whores?

Lou Jackson: …Ring Syndicate Australia presents a match scheduled for one fall! For the CWA Heavyweight Championship!!!

[“Hot to Death” by Everlast hits and Reeve walks out for a big ovation.]

Lou Jackson: Introducing first… the challenger! Hailing from Melbourne, Australia!

Melvyn: Hailing from the ass of the world he means!!!

Ross Carlisle: You’re such a disrespectful fellow…

Lou Jackson: Weighing in at three hundred seventeen pounds and standing at seven feet tall! One half of the CWA Tag Team Champions…RUTHLEEEEEEESSS L REEEEVEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Reeve gets into the ring with the leg over the top rope and raises his right hand for the live audience.]

Ross Carlisle: Reeve is huge in size.

Melvyn: I don’t know why these people are making so much noise because of someone from the not-desired continent…

Ross Carlisle: Reeve is known in the world from his days in the UWA and the IPW… there’s not one single wrestling fan that doesn’t know who he is.

Melvyn: I don’t think the people of Palm Springs should make such a commotion from some unknown wrestler from Australia…

Ross Carlisle: Have you been listening to me?

Melvyn: I never do hahah.

[“Cocaine and Toupees” by Mindless Self Indulgence hits.]

Lou Jackson: And his opponent… hailing from Attbury, South Carolina!

Melvyn: The home of Hardcore Legend Kilroy Evans!

[Piltdown stands in the entrance and poses a little for the crowd. CK Panic, his manager, is accompanying him, wearing his khaki pants, brown boots, a blue plaid button-up dress shirt, and his trademark wire rimmed glasses.]

Ross Carlisle: You just can’t wait with your mouth closed.

Melvyn: They pay me to talk and talk. I love my job.

[The Australian champion points at Reeve and then points at the title belt like asking him “do you want it?”. Reeve smiles but CK Panic replies grabbing his groin in an offensive way. Reeve gets mad in the ring.]

Lou Jackson: Weighing in at two hundred eighty-two pounds and standing at six feet and five inches tall!!! The CWA Heavyweight Champion… … … … SAM PILTDOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Piltdown slap some hands and slides into the ring. Piltdown raises up the title for all fans to see.]

Ross Carlisle: Tonight we can see the start of Reeve’s title reign, or the solidification of Piltdown’s…

Melvyn: Why Australia always want to have a title match in the Ring Syndicate joint PPVs? Do they need so much exposure?

Ross Carlisle: That’s none of your business Melvyn.

[The official referee of this match, El Atlético, presents the CWA Heavyweight Championship to the audience, and orders to sound the bell.]

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Ross Carlisle: The champ and the challenger are circling each other. They’re thinking where to strike, where to bite…

Melvyn: You can bite here, but gently…

Ross Carlisle: You’re a dirty bastard… Piltdown offers Reeve to tie up hands…

Melvyn: Classic way to cheat for early advantage… if Reeve falls for that he’s stupid…

Ross Carlisle: Piltdown is an athlete; he would never do something…

[Reeve starts to tie up hands with Piltdown but Piltdown nails him in the gut with a knee, taking the early advantage.]

Melvyn: These are the moments I feel alive.

Ross Carlisle: Shut up Melvyn. Piltdown sending some elbows to the side of the neck of the Australian favorite… European uppercut! But Reeve still stands…

Melvyn: Tough son of a bitch…

Ross Carlisle: Piltdown runs to the ropes and takes Reeve down with a flying lariat. Piltdown runs to the ropes again and goes with the leg drop but sits in the empty mat! Reeve moves out of the way in time…

Melvyn: Piltdown swings the axe but there’s no tree…

Ross Carlisle: That’s supposed to be an analogy? Reeve pulls Piltdown up by the head and scoop slams him back to the mat! Reeve lifts Piltdown by the right foot and drops him on his knee!

Melvyn: The oversized ruthless one warps his arms around Piltdown’s waist and sends him backward with release German Suplex but Piltdown lands on his feet!!! Dropkick to the back!

Ross Carlisle: Reeve loses balance and stops with the ropes, Piltdown runs the opposite ropes and comes back as Reeve turns around… REEVE KNOCKS PILTDOWN DOWN WITH A BIG BOOT! A big boot out of nowhere!

Melvyn: The damn cover…

El Atlético: One………………………………………………… Two……………………………………………… Thr (Piltdown with a shoulder up!)

Ross Carlisle: Piltdown’s nose is bleeding a little and he’s shaking his head.

[CK Panic jumps to the apron and starts arguing with the ref about Piltdown bleeding.]

Ross Carlisle: This is wrestling, people bleed.

Melvyn: Piltdown is bleeding because of a sloppy kick by a sloppy wrestler.

Ross Carlisle: Whatever. Reeve lifts Piltdown up in a gorilla press, is he going to end this so early with the Ruthless Edge?

Melvyn: Piltdown escapes low blows Reeve from the back! Good move!

Ross Carlisle: El Atlético is arguing with Panic so he didn’t see the low blow! That’s not fair.

Melvyn: Many people liked it. I can hear some cheers because of that.

[Reeve is bending down with pain you know where and Piltdown hooks both his arms. Piltdown lifts Reeve up a bit and then drops him forward. Piltdown kneels down, driving Reeve’s face first into his knee.]

Ross Carlisle: Underhook Face Breaker!

Melvyn: This is the end Mike!

Ross Carlisle: I’m not Mike!

[Piltdown grapevines covers Reeve as Panic jumps back to ringside. El Atlético turns around and drops down to the mat for the count.]

El Atlético: One…………………………………Two………………………………………… Thre (Reeve kicks out!)

Ross Carlisle: Not yet! Piltdown punches Reeve several times in the temple and covers him again!

El Atlético: One……………………… Two (Reeve pushes Piltdown out of him!)

Ross Carlisle: Piltdown forces Reeve up and Irish whips him. Reeve tries to come back to the match with a clothesline but Piltdown ducks! Panic grabs Reeve’s foot from the ringside and backs off… damn cheater!

Melvyn: Viva la Raza!!!

Ross Carlisle: Piltdown hits Reeve in the back with a forearm and school boys him! This could be…

El Atlético: One…………………………… Two…………………………………… T (Reeve kicks out!)

Ross Carlisle: Piltdown runs to Reeve but is caught in a sidewalk slam! Reeve lays back and grabs both legs of the champion with a cover!

El Atlético: One…………………………… Two (Shoulder up by Piltdown!)

Ross Carlisle: Shoulder up! Piltdown is quickly getting up but Reeve maintains him down with a kick to the chest… Reeve grabs him by the throat and forces him to stand up!!!

Melvyn: Elbows to Reeve’s ear… Fireman’s Carry by Piltdown! Piltdown lays the boots on Ruthless Reeve!!!

Ross Carlisle: With seemingly desperation I must add.

Melvyn: He just wants to kill the dumb beast!

Ross Carlisle: Reeve pulls Piltdown by his feet and the no more Mr. Fixit falls to the mat! Reeve is locking the Boston Crab!!! Reeve is locking the Boston Crab on the champion!!!

Melvyn: They say the wrestlers that train in the K-Division are meant to be tough. Let’s see if that’s true…

Ross Carlisle: Reeve is practically sitting on Piltdown’s back with that Boston Crab! That’s a dangerous angle for anyone’s back!

Melvyn: Reeve knows this is his chance to become the CWA champion so he is bending Pitldown’s back with all he has… and is doing it in the center of the ring.

Ross Carlisle: Worst place in the ring when you’re suffering from the pain of a dangerous submission move… he has to reach the ropes.

[Piltdown gets a little closer to the ropes, but Reeve pulls him back to the center of the ring!]

Ross Carlisle: This doesn’t look good for Piltdown!

Melvyn: Or his back!

Ross Carlisle: Piltdown has one hand up… looks like he is going to tap out!!! We may have a new champion tonight people!!!

Sam Piltdown: [yelling] MOTHERFU**ER!!!

Ross Carlisle: What did he say?

Melvyn: He said motherfucker…

Ross Carlisle: Oh… well he’s not tapping out… Piltdown is making an inhuman effort and is crawling to the ropes!!!

Melvyn: The motherfuker is almost reaching the bottom rope…

Ross Carlisle: He did it!!! Piltdown grabbed the bottom rope!!!

Melvyn: Reeve looks dizzy. I think he can’t believe Piltdown got out of that one. I would say he is even pale.

Ross Carlisle: Reeve should keep working on Piltdown instead of looking at the crowd with amazement. He’s loosing valuable time fooling around.

Melvyn: I think he doesn’t feel quite right after seeing Piltdown escaping from that brutal Boston Crab. He was almost breaking his back.

Ross Carlisle: Looks like Piltdown is something else.

Melvyn: He surely is. Reeve finally goes for Piltdown but is surprised with a drop toe hold into the ropes! Piltdown presses Reeve’s throat to the ropes pushing with his knee on Reeve’s back.

Ross Carlisle: El Atlético orders Piltdown to get off Reeve. Piltdown backs off a little, touching his back with his hand. Looks like the back is bothering him.

Melvyn: Obviously.

Ross Carlisle: Reeve is slowly getting out of the ropes but Piltdown dropkicks him in the back of the head and Reeve bounces off the ropes in a very harsh way!

Melvyn: Piltdown is looking to lock Reeve in the Texas Cloverleaf!!! He’s a vengeful person… I like it!

Ross Carlisle: He apparently is a vengeful person. He is almost locking the submission move but Reeve kicks him off!

Melvyn: The dumb beast can’t die?

Ross Carlisle: Stop calling him like that. He has show what a great potential he posses. Piltdown is determined to finish him off but Reeve suplexes his determined ass with a side belly to belly!!!

Melvyn: Piltdown felt that pretty hard on his back but keeps going…

Ross Carlisle: Only to be picked up by Reeve and being Australian Slammed!!! Reeve with the cover!!!

Melvyn: No!

El Atlético: One………………………………… Two…………………………………………… Three (Piltdown with the leg on the bottom rope!)

[Mixed “Reeve” and “Piltdown” chants from the people of Palm Springs.]

Ross Carlisle: Reeve punches the mat with frustration. How he can defeat the Piltdown Man?!

Melvyn: Piltdown has really impressed me tonight. And to impress someone as sophisticated as me you need to be great…

Ross Carlisle: Sophisticated my ass…

Melvyn: You’re a dirty man Mike…

Ross Carlisle: I’m not… going to even deny that anymore, damn it. Reeve pulls Piltdown up and tries to lift him up in a vertical suplex but Piltdown kicks his knee and steps on his left foot!!! Single Arm DDT!!! Both men are down!!!

El Atlético:

One!


Two!!


Three!!!


Four!!!!


[More mixed chants for Piltdown and Reeve, louder and louder.]


Five!!!!!


[CK Panic slaps the mat with the crowd, supporting Piltdown.]


Six!!!!!!


Seven!!!!!!!


Ross Carlisle: This could be a draw!


Eight!!!!!!!!


Melvyn: Don’t think so… Reeve is getting up first using the ropes.

Ross Carlisle: Reeve is up but Piltdown runs to tackle him… Reeve moves out of the way and sends Piltdown’s straight to the ring post!!! Piltdown’s shoulder tackled the ring post!!!

Melvyn: And that shit is made of steel tsk tsk tsk.

[Piltdown turns around suffering that mistake and Reeve lifts him up in a Gorilla Press!]

Ross Carlisle: Here comes the Ruthless Edge!!!

[Reeve spins Piltdown from the Gorilla Press to a Diamond Cutter, but Piltdown reverses it grabbing Reeve’s head in an inverted facelock during the fall. The result: Piltdown Reverse DDTed a 7 ft and 317 lbs giant from a Gorilla Press… awesome.]

Ross Carlisle: OH MY GOD!!!

Melvyn: … … …

Ross Carlisle: Piltdown reversed Reeve’s Ruthless Edge with a tremendous DDT!!! Reeve is down!!!

[Piltdown with a grapevines pin.]

El Atlético: One…………………………… Two………………………………… Three!!!!!!!

Melvyn: Pretty good match…

Ross Carlisle: And a pretty good champion the CWA have. Both competitors deserve a big applause.

[CK Panic gets in the ring and hands the CWA title to Piltdown, celebrating.]

Lou Jackson: The winner and STILL CWA Heavyweight Champion… Sam Piltdown!

[“Piltdown! Piltdown! Piltdown!” chants from the audience.]

Ross Carlisle: Reeve is a great wrestler but he has to try other day again. Tonight is not his night.

Melvyn: What is this?

Ross Carlisle: Reeve is looking at Piltdown seriously… and extend his hand!

Melvyn: Reeve is offering Piltdown a handshake! Don’t do it Piltdown!

Ross Carlisle: Piltdown and Reeve are handshaking! What a great sport pro-wrestling is!

Melvyn: I heard Adrian Tanner Jr. did the same to Piltdown on the CWA St. Valentine’s Day Broken Hearts PPV. I guess Piltdown, Reeve and Tanner will go to a motel in Australia and have a threesome after all.

Ross Carlisle: They are showing respect to a great champion. You were doing well a few minutes ago, but you had to ruin it at the end huh?

[“Cocaine and Toupees” by Mindless Self Indulgence replays as the three leave the ring with a big ovation from Palm Springs.]

[SWAT Team]

Ross Carlisle: Up next we have what promises to be a very exciting match. The fatal four-way for the recently vacated Cruiserweight belt.

Melvin: Syberus gave up the belt... but then immediately threw his support towards Nick Cairo.

Ross Carlisle: In order for Cairo to take home that belt tonight... he must get through three other very talented cruiserweights. These four represent four corners of the world, meeting here, tonight... in Palm Springs.

Lou Jackson: Ladies and Gentleman, this match is set for one fall, and will determine the Ring Syndicate World Cruiserweight Champion!

("Where Eagles Dare" by the Misfits hits the speakers.)

Melvin: We received word earlier that Cairo was introducing a new ring entrance tonight... I guess this is it.

(Cairo walks out, carrying his singapore cane. The crowds reaction is a mixture of jeers and cheers.)

Ross Carlisle: Certainly not the reaction he is used to coming out to. The hometown audience supports their own.

(All the way down to the ring, he is talking trash, yelling at the fans, telling them off.)

Lou Jackson: Introducing first, standing at six feet even and weighing in at two hundred and twenty one pounds, hailing from Bakersfield, California, representing Ring Syndicate Australia: CWA... NIIIIIIIIIIICK CAAAAAAAAAIRO!

(Nick sets his singapore cane aside, then climbs into the ring, and walks over to the far corner.)

Melvin: My money is on Cairo all the way. I mean, our former champion supports him... he is a shoe in.

(As Ross Carlisle is about to respond, "Chubb Subb" by Medeski, Martin & Wood begins.)

Lou Jackson: Introduce his first opponent, standing at five foot eleven, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, hailing from Kyoto, Japan, and representing Ring Syndicate Japan... "Sweet Dick" RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHARD ROOOOOOOOMERO!

(Romero walks down from the top of the ramp, ignoring the boos and hisses from the crowd. He gets to the ring, and flips over the top rope.)

Ross Carlisle: Young referee Dante Bickley already standing in the center of the ring, preventing the two men from fighting before the bell.

Melvin: Bah! Get him out of there. I want some violence.

Ross Carlisle: Look at those two... that ref might not be able to stop them if they decide to fight early.

("Under a Killing Moon" by Thrice plays on the speakers. Both men stare up at the top of the ramp as the stage fills will a pale green smoke. From out of the smoke walks the Dragon.)

Lou Jackson: And his third opponent, standing at six foot three-inches, weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, hailing from an unknown location, representing Ring Syndicate Germany: CWF.... EMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEERALD DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGON!

Ross Carlisle: I have a good feeling about this guy... he is going to go places.

Melvin: He is going to go about as far as Jeremiah Vastrix did. Yeah, remember him? How far has he gone.

(He walks slowly but steadily down to the ring where he walks up the stairs and gets in. He stands in the middle of the ring completely still. The other two men are starring at him, but the ref is keeping all three apart, to the best of his ability. After a few seconds, he suddenly throws open his cloak sending a blast of green pyro from the ring posts.)

Melvin: Ooooh pyro.

Ross Carlisle: Please excuse Melvin for a while. He is easily entertained by bright and shiney objects.

Melvin: Hey! I resent that.

Ross Carlisle: Yeah? Well...

(The arena goes to total darkness as a loud drumbeat is heard every two or three seconds. A ring of boos fills the arena and two lights shine directly in the middle of the stage. The drumbeat stops as 'One Step Closer' blasts through the PA System as the boos get louder. Terence Tyler steps out from behind the curtains and raises both hands in the air.)

Lou Jackson: And the final opponent, standing at five foot eight, and weighing in at two hundred and six pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, representing Ring Syndicate, East Coast: HPWA... TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERENCE TYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYLER!

Ross Carlisle: Tyler just lost the cruiserweight belt to Syberus during the HPWA pay-per-view, Apocalyptic Dreams. And Tyler will do just about anything to get it back.

Melvin: Including bending over and spreading for Bishop...

Ross Carlisle: Tyler's relationship with Bishop is purely business...

Melvin: Yeah, Tyler bends over and Bishop pays him. Pure business.

Ross Carlisle: I didn't mean it like that...

(Tyler walks around the ring, hesitant on entering...)

Melvin: Look at him! Afraid to enter the ring!

Ross Carslisle: Tyler grabs the belt from ringside. He holds it above his head. See! He wasn't afraid.

(The crowd boo's Tyler. Tyler grins, and holds the belt across his waist.)

Melvin: All three men in the ring anxious for Tyler to enter. Finally, a security guard wrestles away the belt.

Ross Carlisle: Tyler without much options now.

Melvin: Come on! Get this match under way!

Ross Carlisle: Tyler taunts, trying to get someone out there with him. But no one bites.

Melvin: No! Sweet Dick with a suicida plancha! Tyler caught off guard and he goes down. I know there is something sexual here. But why, why can't I think of it!

Ross Carlisle: You must be slipping in your old age.

Melvin: Hey! I'm younger then you.

Ross Carlisle: Keep telling yourself that. Now Cairo and Dragon are both out of the ring...

Melvin: Punches are being thrown left and right! Sweet Dick pummeling Tyler, Cairo and Dragon exchanging blows! It's chaos! And the match hasn't even started yet!

Ross Carlisle: Tyler knocking Romero off with a head butt... Terence is back up... he throws Romero into the ring...

Melvin: And Cairo follows suit with Dragon...

Ross Carlisle: Tyler and Cairo stare at each other for a moment. Then they climb into the ring.

Melvin: Finally!

Ross Carlisle: All four men in the ring now... the ref sounds the bell...

(ding ding ding!)

Ross Carlisle: Each move apart into their seperate corners... waiting for someone else to make a move...

Melvin: Cairo leaning up again the ropes... looking impatient.

Ross Carlisle: The crowd is getting impatient too. They are expecting more blood.

Melvin: Cairo approaches Sweet Dick.

Ross Carlisle: The two men are nose to nose. Something is going to happen soon, I can sense it.

Melvin: Right, your announcer sense is tingling isn't it? Jimminy Christmas Ross! Perhaps they are going to begin fighting soon!

Ross Carlisle: Don't hate me because I'm right... Tyler is getting closer, ready to take advantage of the situation when the brawl begins.

Melvin: No! Sweet Dick and Cairo both grab Tyler... whipping him into the ropes! It looks like these two men have formed an alliance.

Ross Carlisle: This is a four way... anything goes... double flap jack! Tyler is down, and Emerald Dragon is just standing back, watching... waiting.

Melvin: He can't wait for too long, Cairo is walking over to him now. Emerald Dragon backs away, he knows he is outmatched here.

Ross Carlisle: Emerald Dragon certainly looks to be backing down... Cairo laughing at Dragon, who has backed himself into the turnbuckle. Suddenly Dragon with a quick kick to Cairo's knees. And another to his mid section! Another!

Melvin: Cairo catches it! Emerald Dragon with an ensiguri! No, Cairo ducks, and pulls Dragon's leg out from under him. Cairo keeping hold of that leg... cross knee scissors! A devistating submission hold so early in the match! Emerald Dragon's grabs the ropes. The ref tries to break the two up, but Cairo won't listen.

Ross Carlisle: Tyler out of no where with a drop kick to the back of Cairo's head! That breaks the hold! But where the hell was Romero?

Melvin: Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! No! It's Sweet Dick Romero! Back flip... Tyler rolls out of the way in time, but it looks like Cairo and Dragon got a little piece of that backflip splash. Tyler grabs the ropes, and is back up...

Ross Carlisle: Romero is up too! Both men starring each other down! The crowd is silent. No one knows who the hell to cheer for.

Melvin: Go Romero!

Ross Carlisle: Shut up, we are supposed to be unbiased. Tyler moves closer... Romero with a side kick to Tyler's gut. Romero taking advantage of the stunned Tyler... a fierce european uppercut takes Tyler down.

Melvin: Cairo and Dragon are back up... Dragon with a snap suplex, following it quickly up with a kick to the back fo Cairo's head.

Ross Carlisle: And Romero is back to the top rope! Dragon notices him... and sends him off the top rope with a frankensteiner. Tyler and Cairo are both back up!

Melvin: The new-comer from Germany clearly dominating this early match. Now he is taking Romero's place on the top rope... and now we see a Dragon fly!

Ross Carlisle: He is going for a cross body block on both men... no! Tyler and Cairo catch him in mid-air. Dragon is trying to struggle free... but the two men have a good hold on him. Emerald Dragon is sent flying over the top rope!

Melvin: Sweet Dick with a double clothesline, knocking both Tyler and Cairo over the top rope! Incredable Sweet Dick action! La quebecada!

Ross Carlisle: La... Que... what?

Melvin: La Queberena.

Ross Carlisle: Almost there...

Melvin: Whatever... asai moonsault! Cairo catches all of that one.

Ross Carlisle: Tyler grabs Emerald Dragon's hair... err mask... and slams him face first into the barricade! And again! Again! Tyler not letting go!

Melvin: My God Sweet Dick is back up!

Ross Carlisle: Okay, that is some really bad imagery.

Melvin: No! Romero is back up. He picks Cairo up with him... DDT onto the concrete!

Ross Carlisle: There is no padding there! Nothing to soften the blow!

Melvin: No shit, Sherlock. The concrete isn't padded. Thank you for that brilliant observation.

(5)

Ross Carlisle: Tyler tosses Dragon back into the ring! He slides in immediately after and climbs to the turnbuckle... a flying elbow drop!!!

Melvin: Dragon gets a knee up. Tyler's ribs meet Dragon's knees real intimate like. Tyler clutching his ribs.

Ross Carlisle: Romero climbs back into the ring... then runs back, vaulting himself over the top rope! Somersault plancha! Cairo rolls out of the way! Romero meets the floor the hard way.

Melvin: Cairo lifting up Sweet Dick, and tossing him back into the ring. Cairo walks around the ring.. he can't be used to all this cheering. Dragon locking his hands around Tyler's throat... shifting the positions... thats the Dragon Dozer! A devistating dragon sleeper!

Ross Carlisle: The hometown crowd is certainly going wild for Nick Cairo. Finally, Cairo climbs back into the ring. The ref is checking to make sure Terence is still awake.

(Finally, the count stops)

Melvin: Terence is still with it, struggling wildly to break the hold. But Dragon won't relent!

Ross Carlisle: This doesn't look good for Tyler.

Melvin: Sweet Dick back on two feet! Cairo running at Sweet Dick... he ducks down! Cairo leaps over him... the rebound... Sweet Dick leaps up... Sunset flip!

(The ref immediately goes down to count...)

(....1)

(.......2)

Ross Carlisle: No! Emerald Dragon dropped the hold and broke the cover with a kick to Romero's ribs! Tyler rolls out of the ring, gasping for air.

(The ref is up, and taking a minute, he notices Tyler's absence...)

Melvin: Ha! Tyler taking a breather outside the ring. The three in the ring are all brawling it out, while Tyler just waits outside the ring.

Ross Carlisle: Like it or not, this is a sound strategy. Let everyone else beat the ever living hell out of themselves, then come back in and go for the pin. Tyler isn't stupid. Tyler is now... going over to the chair?

Melvin: It looks like he wants a seat. He kicks Lou Jackson out of his seat, and takes over the best seat in the house. Tyler is in no hurry to get back into that ring.

Ross Carlisle: Speaking of in the ring, Cairo has Romero back up... knife edge chop! Romero reels back... ANOTHER chop! And another! Romero backing himself into the corner!

Melvin: Emerald Dragon rushes at Cairo... Cairo steps to the side and in one smooth motion brings Dragon down with an STO!

Ross Carlisle: But Romero has enough time to recover. While Cairo is down, he leaps to the top rope. Right upon impact, Romero sets himself flying! A 450! Elbow drop! A 450 back elbow drop right to Cairo's back!

(The ref is over in the corner, yelling at Tyler to come back into the ring. Tyler is sitting there, casually, ignoring the ref.)

Melvin: Sweet Dick pulls out Cairo and goes for the cover! The ref is distracted! There is no count! Sweet Dick upset over this. He slams Cairo's head into the mat, and gets up.

Ross Carlisle: Romero going over to give the ref a piece of his mind... Emerald Dragon up out of no where! Drop kick to Romero's head! Romero slams into Dante! Emerald Dragon back up, and this time he slams Romero into the ropes! Dragon doesn't notice the ref.

Melvin: Dragon with a series of shoulders to Sweet Dick's chest! Dante is trapped... no! he is trying to climb over the top rope! Dragon backing off... he must have seen the referee trapped.

Ross Carlisle: No! Another drop kick knocking Romero back, and the ref out of the ring! Dragon with the cover... but there is no ref to count.

Melvin: Cairo back up... he is looking around the ring. Confused, he looks for Tyler... and finds him. He runs to the ropes... thats a tope!

Ross Carlisle: Yes, yes it is. In particular, it is what Cairo calls the Poetic Tope. But Tyler notices Cairo coming, and stands up entirely too early. But he can't stop himself mid air... and ends up colliding with the chair.

Melvin: That had to hurt...

Ross Carlisle: Tyler grabbing the cruiserweight belt again! He goes to Cairo... disgraceful! Tyler just spit in Cairo's face. Now Tyler goes back into the ring. He lays out Dragon with the belt! Next he goes for Romero.

Melvin: But Romero rolled out of the ring before Tyler could get him. Intelligent move by Sweet Dick, run away from the insane man with a hard metal object.

Ross Carlisle: Whatever happened to the Tyler of old. The Tyler who juggled balls and played the magician.

Melvin: That is long gone. Live in the moment man. This is the Tyler who we have now. A bastard with no talent and no balls.

Ross Carlisle: Tyler leaps out of the ring after Romero. He won't let his pray get away.

(The ref is beginning to stir, and sit up)

Melvin: Tyler with another belt shot! Sweet Dick is down!

(Suddenly the ref leaps up, and signals for the bell)

Ross Carlisle: Dante saw that! Dante is disqualifying Tyler! The ref grabs the belt, but Tyler won't let go!

Melvin: Security! Get in there! Get rid of that bastard Tyler!

Ross Carlisle: Tyler just slapped the ref! He is walking away...

Melvin: Sure, he walks away when the security is there. And he tosses the belt on the floor! Like it is some sort of toy. The bastard!

Ross Carlisle: What is going to happen?

Melvin: Lou Jackson and the ref are having some words.

Ross Carlisle: Listen.. it looks like Lou Jackson is making an announcement.

Lou Jackson: Due to disqualification, this match will continue on with the three remaining competitors. Nothing has changed.

Melvin: That means the first fall takes still takes it all. But right now all three men look to be in pretty bad shape. Cairo lying on a broken chair. Dragon in the middle of the ring in a puddle of his own blood. And Sweet Dick out of the ring... leaning against the barricade.

Ross Carlisle: Dante back in the ring. Dragon is stirring... he grabs ahold of a rope...

Melvin: Out of the ring, Cairo and Sweet Dick are both back up. They look at each other... Dragon hurls himself out of the ring! plancha suicida! Both men crash into the barricade! Dragon falls off into the audience...

Ross Carlisle: Cairo over... lifting Dragon up... front suplex into the guard rail!!! Cranium kick! Dragon slumps off the guard rail... I think he is out cold! Now Cairo turns his attentions to Romero... Romero is up!

Melvin: Sweet Dick punches Cairo in the face... simple, yet effective.

Ross Carlisle: Thats not all! Romero is setting him up... Bombplex into the guard rail! Romero falls back with the impact, landing on his ass.

Melvin: If Sweet Dick can get up, he has this match!

Ross Carlisle: He needs to get either man into the ring first. And it looks like both Cairo and Dragon are out cold... it's not easy lugging around two-hundred pounds of dead weight.

Melvin: Sweet Dick is up! He grabs Cairo and begins to drag him to the ring... This will all be over in a minute!

Ross Carlisle: Romero trying to shove Cairo into the ring... but he isn't having too much success at it.

Melvin: Finally, Cairo is in the ring... Sweet Dick in after him... and the cover... this is it!

(...1)

Melvin: This is it! Sweet Dick is the new champion!

(..........2)

Ross Carlisle: I think we have our new champion right here...

(.......... No! Cairo's foot is on the rope! The ref signals he only made a two count.)

Melvin: What?! That was a three count! That was a slow count! Sweet Dick got screwed!

Ross Carlisle: Please Lord, grant me the power to remain quiet in the face of adversity and sex jokes.

Melvin: When did you find religion?

Ross Carlisle: Huh? Oh... I said that out loud?

Melvin: You need help. Sweet Dick with a couple more punches, and he grabs Cairo's leg... the count!

Ross Carlisle: And Cairo kicks out before two. Sweet Dick gets up... and begins to set Cairo up for something... Indian deathlock with Romero's signature jaw-clutch. Cairo can't reach the ropes... this might be it!

Melvin: Cairo grasping at Sweet Dick's hand... but he isn't going to escape it that easily. Once Sweet Dick has a hold locked in... he is like a pitbull... he won't let go.

Ross Carlisle: Cairo doing his best to not give up... look at his knuckles! Blood is dripping from his clenched fists. He is thrashing... suffering so much... just tap! Give up! Nothing is worth this!

(Emerald Dragon stands up, shaking a bit, clutching his head)

Melvin: Cairo refusing to give in...

Ross Carlisle: Cairo flailing his arms... the pain he must be feeling in his legs right now... Cairo's hands grab onto Romero's... he is trying to remove some pressure... any pressure...

Melvin: Sweet Dick pulls tighter... Cairo's screaming fills the arena! How much longer can this go on?!

Ross Carlisle: Dragon is there! He grabs onto Cairo's foot! Cairo's touching the ropes! Dante breaking the two men apart! But Romero won't let go!

Melvin: Dante starts the count... if Sweet Dick disqualifies himself now..

Ross Carlisle: No! Romero willingly lets go. Cairo clutching onto the rope with both hands now. After that, Cairo might not even be able to walk.

Melvin: Dragon up in the ring now, facing off toe to toe with Sweet Dick. Emerald is now wearing a nice cover of his own blood... this won't last long. Emerald Dragon has taken a severe beating, and my man, Sweet Dick, is at the top of his game.

Ross Carlisle: Roundhouse kick by the weakened Dragon! Romero steps back, but not far enough! He catches Dragon's foot with his face! Stumbling back... Dragon springboards himself... Hurracanrana!

Melvin: Dragon stumbles, falling on top of Sweet Dick... his shoulders are down!

(The ref begins the count)

(...1)

(..........2)

Ross Carlisle: Romero has a hold of the ropes! The ref stops the count.

Melvin: Dragon up quickly... he is climbing to the top rope... Sweet Dick is still down... he corkscrews off the top rope, but Sweet Dick saw it coming a mile away... he drags himself out of the way, clutching onto that bottom rope for support. Now that is smart thinking.

Ross Carlisle: Emerald Dragon connects with Romero's legs! That can't feel good for either man! Emerald Dragon climbs back to his feet first, while Sweet Dick is still sitting up, clutching the ropes.

Melvin: Cairo out of no where! Inverted Running Bulldog! Dragon's face is planted again, right in front of Sweet Dick! Cairo drags Dragon to the middle of the ring. Heh... drags Dragon.

Ross Carlisle: But he does't go for the pin... he runs towards Romero... the shinning happy! Romero is still clutching the ropes, trying to stay up, even after that fierce kick... Cairo trying to drag Romero into the ring now...

Melvin: Cairo slams a boot into Sweet Dick's arm... and again! It looks like Sweet Dick is persuaded to release the ropes...

Ross Carlisle: Cairo slamming an elbow into Romero's leg... and wrenching it...

Melvin: Not for long! Here comes Dragon... he leaps on Romero's shoulders! Dragon fang!

Ross Carlisle: No! Cairo drops Emerald Dragon on the ropes before he can get off Cairo's shoulders! Dragon slides off outside the ring.

Melvin: Sweet Dick with a single leg take down! Knocking Cairo down! He immediately locks in an achilles tendon lock! Cairo once agian feeling the devistating power of Sweet Dick's submissions.

Ross Carlisle: This time Cairo quick to find the ropes. The ref orders the submission to be broken up.

(...1)

Melvin: Sweet Dick taking his time letting this one go.

(...2)

Ross Carlisle: He knows Cairo's legs are already weak.

(...3)

Melvin: And he wants to take advantage of this.

(...4)

Ross Calrisle: And Romero finally releases the hold. He gets back to two feet... and drags Cairo from the ropes.

Melvin: Cairo's grip not what it once was... he lets go of the ropes and is dragged to the center of the ring. Boston Crab! Sweet Dick sets in a quick boston crab, and Cairo doesn't have much to say about it.

Ross Carlisle: Cairo struggling... dragging himself towards the ropes.

Melvin: This will be it. No way Cairo can get himself all the way to the ropes. Not with those legs!

Ross Carlisle: Romero getting up to drag Cairo back... but he loosens his grip... and Cairo rolls out.

Melvin: Cairo goes to stand up, but falls! Ha! Sweet Dick and Cairo staring at each other. Cairo... reaches out a hand... look, he wants some help...

Ross Carlisle: No... thats not it. He is... flicking off Romero. He has raised his middle finger up proudly. Romero laughs it off, and delivers a swift kick to Cairo's head!

Melvin: Sweet Dick back in control, just like he said he would be. Sweet Dick lifting Cairo up... Orange crush! Sweet Dick grabs Cairo's arms and covers...

(...1)

Ross Carlisle: Emerald Dragon back in the ring! A snap legdrop breaks the count!

Melvin: Sweet Dick none-to happy to see Dragon back. The two men face off... Dragon with a roundhouse kick... Sweet Dick ducks... another kick by Dragon!

Ross Carlisle: Romero catches, a dragon screw takes Emerald Dragon off his feet. How appropriate.

Melvin: Cairo crawling up the ropes... how is he still alive?!

Ross Carlisle: Romero looming over Dragon... Dragon is on a knee... Romero grabs Dragon by the chin... and slams his knee right into Dragon's face.

Melvin: Cairo propels himself off the ropes towards Sweet Dick... SWINGING Neckbreaker!

Ross Carlisle: Cairo climbing the turnbuckle... obviously in pain... he leaps off the top...

Melvin: 450 Splash! Almost like Sweet Dick's Sweet 450 Press. But not quite...

Ross Carlisle: And the cover!

(...1)

(....2)

Melvin: No! Emerald Dragon with an elbow to Cairo's back!

Ross Carlisle: Maybe Cairo and Romero should start paying attention to Dragon.

Melvin: Looks like Dragon is getting all the attention he needs. Cairo has a few choice words for Dragon... then Cairo grabs him... is this what I think it is?

Ross Carlisle: Dragon up across Cairo's shoulders... VALHALLA BURNING! Dragon's goes head first into the mat! This is it! Cairo goes for the cover! We have a new Cruiserweight champion folks!

(...1)

Melvin: What the hell?! Someone is running down the ramp?! Terence Tyler is back! And he is carrying a steel chair with him.

Ross Carlisle: Maybe he just wants to watch the rest of the match peacefully.

(....2)

Melvin: Tyler in the ring... he takes the chair to Cairo's back. I think all of Palm Beach heard that shot.

Ross Carlisle: Dante trying to get Tyler out of the ring... he is calling for security.

Melvin: Another chair shot to Cairo's face! And another! Tyler has a vendetta here.

Ross Carlisle: The ref gets in Tyler's face. Tyler holds that chair up, threatening the ref. You can't do that Tyler!

Melvin: Emerald Dragon is getting up. I'll give it to him... he takes a beating and keeps getting right back up.

Ross Carlisle: Tyler noticing Dragon back up... and he goes to attack Dragon...

Melvin: No! Dragon with a drop kick to the chair...

Ross Carlisle: Van Daminator! Tyler takes his own chair to the face!

Melvin: Sweet Dick is up! He grabs Emerald Dragon... double underhook face driver! No! Sweet Plex '97! This is it! Dragon is a done!

Ross Carlisle: Romero going for the cover... no! He rolls Dragon over... but he isn't going for the cover.

Melvin: What are you doing Sweet Dick?! Pin him! Don't climb to the top rope!

Ross Carlisle: Romero to the top rope... he is getting cocky... what does he think he's doing up there? this is reckless! He leaps off the turnbuckle...

Melvin: Four fifty... it looks like another back elbow...

Ross Carlisle: Dragon's knees are up! Romero lands back first on Dragon's knees!

Melvin: Dragon still has some fighting spirit left!

Ross Carlisle: Both men on the ground.

Melvin: Sweet Dick getting to his knees!

Ross Carlisle: Emerald Dragon slowly pulling himself up... these two men starring each other down... it has all come down to this...

Melvin: Sweet Jesus Dragon is up...

Ross Carlisle: Dragon with a flying cross body!

Melvin: Sweet Dick down... the cover!

(the ref begins the count...)

(...1)

(.....2)

Ross Carlisle: Romero rolls through! The cover!

(...1)

(.....2)

Melvin: Dragon pulls through! Sweet Dick's shoulders are down!

(...1)

(.....2)

(.........)

Ross Carlisle: No! Romero pulls through.... the cover...

(...1)

Melvin: Sweet Dick grabs Emerald Dragon's tights!

(.....2)

(.................3)

Ross Carlisle: Richard Romero has done it! We have a new cruiserweight Champion here tonight! Romero laughing, propping himself up against the turn buckle.

Lou Jackson: Your winner, and NEW Ring Syndicate World Cruiserweight Champion, "Sweet Dick" RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHARD ROOOOOOOOMERO!

[SWAT Team]

Ross Carlisle: We're ready for the Ring Syndicate World Tag Team Championship Match...

Melvyn: This will be possibly the greatest match of the night, after the main event that is.

Ross Carlisle: Definetely, our two top tag teams fighting to know who's number one.

Melvyn: Wait a second... Lou Jackson is getting into the ring with a sad face...

[Lou Jackson puts the microphone close to his mouth, thinking how to say it.]

Lou Jackson: Well... ladies and gents... due to a parking lot brawl... The Hellhounds and The Sushi's were arrested... so I'm afraid there will be no world tag team championship match tonight...

[The people of Palm Springs erupt with boos and start to throw plastic cups and other small objects to the ring.]

Lou Jackson: I'm sorry... we''ll have the tag team cup final next... thanks for your patience...

[SWAT Team]

Ross Carlisle: "This is it folks, the moment of truth and consequences. The final two teams in the Memorial Cup will battle it out to see who wins a PPV tag title shot-"

Melvyn: "And who goes home crying like a bitch."

Ross Carlisle: "Not exactly the way I was going to put it."

Melvyn: "Does it always have to be about you, Mike?"

Ross Carlisle: "It should be interesting to see what happens here. There is some unsettled bad blood between three of the competitors."

Melvyn: "You notice Phoenix just gets under everyone's skin?"

Ross Carlisle: "The first occurrence was in the CWA, where Phoenix used the Peacemaker to take out Dan Stein during a Ring Syndicate World Heavyweight title contender match."

Melvyn: "Punisher's favorite butt plug. Man that's classic."

Ross Carlisle: "It is not."

Melvyn: "You wouldn't know classic if it rolled in here on a zamboni and shot beer at you."

Ross Carlisle: "After that Mars dropped Phoenix with a chokeslam in the East Coast during a Brutality match."

Melvyn: "And why was Phoenix there anyway? To cost the Dogs of War that Brutality match I tell ya."

Ross Carlisle: 'Actually, he w-"

Melvyn: "I'm sorry. You seem to have mistaken my question and thought I actually cared."

Ross Carlisle: "Fine, whatever. The point is Stein feels he owes Phoenix, Phoenix feels he owes Mars, and Mars just like to cause pain."

Melvyn: "Isn't there a Hunglestein in this thing? Cause that's the only reason I haven't walked out yet. That and the beer."

Ross Carlisle: "Let's go backstage where Phoenix is supposed to be about to leave his locker room."

*The camera in the backstage area takes over, focused on a plain white door. The door opens and out walks Phoenix, in gear, wearing his casual black cloth mask and carrying his wrestling mask.

He begins walking down the hall, presumably to meet up with Kijo and Gabriel pre-match.

He rounds a corner and is out of sight of the camera when a loud crash is heard. The camera gets jumpy as the cameraman rushes down the hall.

The cameraman rounds the corner to see Mars hauling Phoenix out of the splinters of what once was an equipment box. Dan Stein walks out of a nearby room with Domino, brandishing the Peacemaker II, as Mars pulls Phoenix to his feet.*

DS: "Now what did I tell you Firebird? I told you we would make you our b-"

*Stein cuts himself off as he reaches way back and slams the billy club over Phoenix's skull with a resounding THUD. Phoenix drops to the ground, hard.

Stein takes a look over his handiwork and chuckles, and then begins to follow a retreating Domino with Mars close behind him. Phoenix slowly rolls over, trying to pick himself up. Stein stops, as if having second sight and notices.*

DS: "Mars, do us a favor and take care of that little problem, ok? I'm going to head to the ring."

*Mars gets a rather sinister look in his eyes, and begins moving back towards Phoenix as Stein leaves the scene.

Phoenix has reached a knee now, but that's as far as he gets as Mars takes a big swing, connecting with a nasty heart punch.*

Ross Carlisle: "Phoenix on the ground, clutching at his chest, he has a match to get to leave him alone!"

Melvyn: "Just paying up old debts and stacking the odds. The way I like it."

*Mars slowly pulls Phoenix up as he looks around. He directs Phoenix by the back of his head, lines him up, and then sends him barreling into a metal door. He grabs another equipment box and rolls it over, then runs and smashes Phoenix between it and the door, causing Phoenix to yell out.

Mars shoves the box out of the way and saunters next to Phoenix. he raps on the glass window leading into the office, appears to be calculating something, then wraps two hands around Phoenix's throat and pulls him around, tossing him into the office the hard way straight through the glass.

Mars, on the other hand, uses the door handle to open the door and walk in. He grabs the fallen Phoenix by the back of the head and pulls him up.*

Ross Carlisle: "Phoenix is in a bad way here, his mask is ripped up and he's bleeding heavily now. And Mars doesn't look quite through..."

*Indeed he isn't. Mars pulls Phoenix up into a bearhug, turns towards the far wall, then takes a running start and slams Phoenix into the wall back first. As he pulls Phoenix away, we see a few cracks in the wall. Mars backs up, holding Phoenix in a bearhug again, and takes another running start, smashing him into the wall by a few inches!

He backs off once more, his smile growing a bit more sadistic. He sets, runs towards the wall and crashes into it, actually lodging Phoenix into the wall by about a half foot or so.

Mars: "How do you like that, bitch?"

He turns away, starting to laugh, until he hears Phoenix trying to move. He whips his head around, staring daggers towards the masked man, takes a few steps start...*

Ross Carlisle: "WHAT THE HELL!"

*A 'holy shit!" chant erupts through the audience.*

Melvyn: "Now that's what I want to see out of the God of War! Mass carnage!"

Ross Carlisle: "That's sick! The man was stuck into a wall for Christ’s sake! How does Mars get off slamming a big boot point blank into the man's skull?!?"

Melvyn: "I have a feeling the big man gets off just fine."

[Hardkore Hall goes black. Overhead, projected images appear above, and three symbols flash slowly in progression- Alpha, then Omega, then “The Punisher” skull. The graphic switches to a loop with a three-dimensional skull rotating, and the graphic "Dan Stein".]

Lou Jackson: THIS FINAL MEMORIAL CUP TAG TEAM MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!! COMING FIRST TO THE RING REPRESENTING THE CWA...

[The lights slowly fade on as Dan Stein walks out with his manager Domino flanking him. Stein slowly raises the Peacemaker to acknowledge the crowd, and then makes his way to the ring area.]

# Yeah, I am the Astro-Creep
# A demolition-style hell American Freak yeah
# I am the Crawling dead
# A phantom in a box shadow in your head say
# Suicide freedom off the blast read the fucker lies yeah
# Scratch off the broken skin
# Tear into my heart make me do it again yeah
# More human than human, more human than human…

[Once in the ring, Stein uses the Peacemaker and points at the official referee of this match, Fred Saflok, and quickly raises it over his head to acknowledge the crowd.]

Lou Jackson: FROM DETROIT, MICHIGAN! WEIGHTING TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-FIVE POUNDS AND STANDING AT SIX FEET SEVEN INCHES TALL! THE PUNISHEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR DAN STEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RS: "How can this match even go on with one man down and out?"

[The house lights dim as “Unholy” by KISS begins to play softly over the PA system. The volume keeps growing louder, until the lyrics begin.]

[]
[[Chained slaves to their cages]]
[]
[[I'm the cycle of pain]]
[[Of a thousand year old reign]]

The tron begins to show images of bloody battles that advance through several time periods.

Smoke and fog begin to billow from under the ramp.

A single red spotlight shines down through the fog to the top of the ramp.

Mars appears in the center of the light bathed in an eerie darkness, with the CWA Statewide Championship belt resting over his right shoulder.

[[I'm suicide and salvation]]
[[The omen to nations]]
[[That you worship on all fours]]
[[I'm the infection and famine]]
[[That’s knocking at your door]]

As the spotlight fades and the house lights come up the fog and smoke can be seen rolling towards the ring.

[[That’s why you're feeling so…]]

Mars steps down the ramp towards the ring. A chorus of boos and jeers begin. Mars threatens the fans as he walks towards the ring, which brings even more reactions from the fans.

[[Unholy]]
[[Oh. I was created by man, you know I’m…]]
[[Unholy]]
[[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah]]

Mars walks up the ring steps and gets into the ring with the leg over the top rope.]

Melvyn: "Mars and Stein have managed to work together well as a team, even stealing a win from the RS tag champs, the Hellhounds."

Lou Jackson: AND HIS PARTNER! WEIGHTING THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY POUNDS AND STANDING AT SEVEN FEET TALL!!! VERY TALL!!! THE CWA STATEWIDE CHAMPIOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEEEEEEEE GOD OF WAAAAAARRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!! MAAAARRRSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The arena goes dark, Me Against the World by Tupac hits. Maroon and Gold spotlights alternate all over arena, before stopping and following Gabriel flanked by an upset Kijo as he walks up the rampway and stops outside the ring.

Lou Jackson: AND THEIR OPPONENT, REPRESENTING THE HPWA, WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY POUNDS AND STANDING AN EVEN SIX FEET, GABRIEL HUUUUUUUNNNGGLESTEEEEEEIIIIINNNNN!!!!!!!!!

Ross Carlisle: "Gabriel waiting on the outside of the ring, shaking his head. I assume he saw what happened in the back, and I couldn't blame him for just backing out now. It's terrible, Mars and Stein taunting him from the ring."

*Mars steps out onto the apron as Stein tells the ref to start a ten count.*

One...

Two...

Ross Carlisle: "What's Gabriel going to do now?"

Three...

*Gabriel finishes talking with Kijo and slowly grabs the bottom rope.*

Four...

Ross Carlisle: "He can't possibly be considering fighting this match alone, can he?"

Five...

*Gabe gets a knee on the apron and grabs the middle rope as Stein smiles and begs him to get in the ring.*

Six...

Melvyn: "Go get your ass kicked little Hungaloid!"

Seven...

*Gabriel hops into the ring through the ropes and Saflok stops the count. Stein laughs mockingly, but Gabriel quickly explodes with a palm thrust flurry, driving Stein back towards his corner. He stops, grabbing Stein and whipping him across the ring, then turns and quickly dropkicks Mars.*

Ross Carlisle: "Mars reels a bit but recovers quickly and tries to get in the ring as Gabriel sprints across the ring and body splashes Stein in the corner! The ref gets in Mars' way as Gabriel alternates with knife-edge chops and European uppercuts."

*Gabe grabs Stein and snapmares him down then climbs the ropes. He leaps off for a somersault axe kick, but Stein moves and Gabe lands on his feet. Gabe tries to dropkick Stein, but Dan knocks Gabe's feet away and causes the young Hunglestein to drop to the mat.*

Ross Carlisle: "Stein kicks Gabriel hard in the midsection, rolling him a few feet. He pulls him up and quickly throws Gabe with a belly to belly suplex. He tags in Mars and the two men stalk Gabriel."

*Gabe stands up to see both men coming at him. He drops down and rolls out of the ring, followed quickly by Stein. He keeps backing off, moving quickly around the ring past Kijo. He slides back in as Stein reaches Phoenix's valet and teacher.*

Ross Carlisle: "Oh now what's he thinking?"

*Mars catches Gabriel with a clothesline.*

Melvyn: "I think he wants to be teacher's pet!"

*Stein starts hitting on Kijo a bit, to Domino's chagrin, but Kijo hits back by slapping the Punisher! The crowd pops for the act as Stein fumes.*

Ross Carlisle: "That's just you."

*Mars pulls up Gabriel, but Gabe breaks out and bounces off the ropes to hit a running driving knee lift, staggering the big man.*

Melvyn: "Like you don't want her."

Ross Carlisle: "I'm not going to dignify that question with a response."

*Gabriel hops onto the apron and springboards off the top rope, bulldogging Mars to the mat.*

Melvyn: "See? Told ya."

* Stein acts like he's moving away, but fires off a hard right hand!*

Ross Carlisle: "Kijo nimbly dodges the punch, grabbing his arm, twisting, up and over, kicks out his knee, and she locks him in some weird armbar while he's down on one knee!"

*Gabriel covers Mars...*

One...

T... Kickout!

Melvyn: "Oh come on ref that has to be illegal! All the man wanted was to cop a feel! And where does she get off doing, uh, whatever the hell that is?"

Ross Carlisle: "Gabriel gets one and a half... That's the style of martial arts she uses, doofus. Use their force against them and so on. Besides, she can't be happy with what Stein had done to her student."

Melvyn: "I don't care! Just let him go!"

*Kijo releases the hold and backs up. Gabriel bounces off the far ropes and baseball slide kicks Stein in the back, sending him crashing into the barrier.*

Ross Carlisle: "Gabriel mounting some impressive offense here, all alone in this tag match, the finals of the Memorial Cup."

*Gabriel gets up and faces Mars, but is grabbed and choke tossed across the ring.*

Ross Carlisle: "Mars pulling out his power, just man-handling Gabriel."

Melvyn: "You want Cyrus to 'man-handle' you, don't you? I could see it in your eyes while he was in the ring with that chainsaw."

Ross Carlisle: "How about no."

*Gabriel picks himself up using the ropes, then uses them as leverage to jump and kick Mars in the face. Mars stumbles, but moves back in, clobbering Gabriel with a huge clothesline, crushing him in the corner.*

Ross Carlisle: "Domino has helped Stein back to his corner, and he's back on the apron. Mars hauls Gabriel up to his feet and lofts him over his head in a military press! He turns and drops him in a hangman over the ropes! Hasn't he caused enough damage to this team already?"

Melvyn: "You can never cause enough damage. It's an impossibility."

*Stein calls for a tag, and Mars shrugs, obliging him. Stein steps into the ring and hammers Gabriel back down to the mat with a clubbing forearm shot. Mars and Stein double-team Gabriel down on the mat with stomps to the head and back until Saflok gets in Mars face, telling him he has to get out of the ring.*

Ross Carlisle: "Mars looking violent, he may attack the ref here."

Melvyn: "Don't do it Mars! You have so much to live for!"

*Mars slowly backs down as Stein pulls Gabriel up to his feet and whips him across to the far corner. He hits hard as Mars sets a run and aims a big boot at his face!*

Ross Carlisle: "NOT AGA- YES! Gabriel moved! Now Mars is hung up over the top turnbuckle, and I think he may have hit his crotch on that top pad..."

*The crowd pops as Gabe springboards off the second rope to hit a flying forearm on Stein.*

Ross Carlisle: "Gabriel trying to come back here..."

*Stein gets up and Gabriel hops with a jumping standing headscissors. Saflok helps Mars off the turnbuckle, and Gabriel charges...*

Melvyn: "Mars moves and tosses Gabe over the top rope, and he slams into that barrier! Nice move your godliness!"

*The ref admonishes Mars for not leaving the ring as Stein rolls out on his side. He makes his way around the ring as Mars drops to the floor and grabs Gabriel. He pulls him up then whips him as hard as he can into the steel steps, causing Gabe to crash into the metal leg-first, and he flips over the stairs.*

Ross Carlisle: "Great. Now he's trying to cripple the young Hunglestein."

Melvyn: "I don't think Robert would mind all THAT much..."

*Stein meets Mars and Gabe in front of the announcers table. Stein kicks Gabe a few times while having a discussion with Mars.*

Ross Carlisle: "What you need to chit chat about this? Ok, Mars and Stein are picking Gabriel up... way up... dropped him on the edge of our table! Right on the mans chest! I can't believe the ref is allowing this to go on!"

Melvyn: "It's not their fault! The table was in the way of Gabe's falling body."

*Stein rolls back into the ring as Mars pulls Gabe up and gorilla presses him again, tossing him through the ropes into the ring. Stein covers...*

One...

Two...

Ross Carlisle: "Stein pulls Gabriel up before the three. The ref yells at Stein, who innocently pretends that Gabe kicked out."

Melvyn: "I saw it! Gabriel is a tough little shit."

*Stein hauls Gabriel up and sets a pumphandle slam.*

Ross Carlisle: "Gabriel put up a hell of a fight, but these two men were just too much for him."

Melvyn: "HAMMER OF JUSTICE! That's ma boy!"

*Stein drops for a lazy cover.*

One...

*The arena lights drop to pitch black and a deep voice booms out "Time to Rise!" as the tron lights up with fiery lettering spelling out "Rise Like the Phoenix". The stage and turnbuckles explode with flame pyro as 'CHAIN' blares out.*

Melvyn: "You gotta be shitting me!"

Ross Carlisle: "Can it really be?"

Melvyn: "No! Not after the beating Mars gave him! No one survives war!"

*Stein slowly rises off of Gabriel and he and Mars stare at the stage in disbelief as Phoenix rises through the circle of flames, down on one knee, head on his fist. He stands up as the crowd roars and begins making his way down towards the ring as the haze dissipates.*

Ross Carlisle: "He's noticeably in pain, but his wrestling mask is on, and he seems to be ignoring it as best he can. You can barely make out the dried blood on his shirt, and the back of his top is ripped up pretty bad from that wall."

*Gabriel rolls up a shocked Stein and the ref drops to count as Phoenix is met by Kijo in an embrace.*

One...

Two...

Th...

Ross Carlisle: "Stein kicks out, Gabriel almost took advantage of the distraction Phoenix's entrance caused."

*Phoenix pulls himself up onto the apron, grabbing the tag rope and sticking his arm into the ring, giving Stein and Mars the finger before opening his hand to await a tag.*

Ross Carlisle: "Gabriel takes a leap of faith and makes the hot tag!"

*Finally Phoenix steps in the ring to meet Dan Stein face to face. The crowd is firmly behind the newcomer after the earlier events, and Phoenix winces slightly as he advances on the Punisher.

Stein finally breaks out of his trance and attacks with a clothesline. Like his teacher earlier, he quickly sidesteps, keeping one leg stuck out as he shoves Stein forward, sending him sprawling to the mat face first.*

Ross Carlisle: "Punisher looks pissed now, slams his fists into the mat and jumps up, grabbing Phoenix in a tie-up. Phoenix roars, and shoves Stein to the left, smack dab into his own corner next to Mars!"

*Stein looks at Mars and Phoenix cops the 'waiting Rock' stance, calling him into the ring. Mars' head starts shaking as his temper rises, and steps over the top rope and charging Phoenix. Phoenix slips to the side, meeting Mars with a rising knee to the gut, then bends over, strains, and hauls him up and over...*

Ross Carlisle: "Gutwrench powerbomb!"

*Phoenix clutches at his ribs but Stein comes in next, driving him back with hard right hands. Stein cracks him with a headbutt, then rolls him up with a schoolboy.*

One...

Tw... Kickout!

*Phoenix and Stein both get up, but so does Mars, who clubs Phoenix in his injured back. Phoenix writhes and Stein grabs him, hoisting him up in a vertical suplex.*

Ross Carlisle: "Stein looking good here, holding Phoenix up with a great display of power, drops him in the suplex! A roll into the pin... Phoenix has his foot in the ropes!"

*Mars drags Phoenix out and sends Phoenix into the far ropes, bounces off the close ones, and NAILS him with a slingshot clothesline!*

Melvyn: "That move won them round one!"

Ross Carlisle: "Please. Phoenix shows up after being made one with a wall and you think a clotheslines gonna beat him? Not likely."

*Stein seems to feel the same way as he pulls Phoenix up and hits the Hammer of Justice! But Gabriel hops up to the top rope and comes off hitting the somersault axe kick!*

Ross Carlisle: "Mars moves in after Gabriel, who drop toe holds him into the bottom rope! He baseball slides out of the ring and hauls off with a throat thrust!"

*Phoenix pulls himself up slowly and moves towards his corner.*

Ross Carlisle: "Mars back up, and Phoenix has just ripped off the top turnbuckle is his corner! Phoenix grabs Mars in a bearhug... He runs full steam and PLANTS him back first into the exposed steel!"

*Mars screams out and we barely hear "How do YOU like it bitch?!" from Phoenix. Gabriel has pulled himself up and is watching from the ropes as Stein is trying to stand. Phoenix backs up and plants Mars into the steel again, then leaves him there as he backs off.*

Ross Carlisle: "Stein behind Phoenix, Gabriel sees him too late! Twilight Hammer!"

*Stein gets up and Gabriel attacks with a jumping knee driver, but Stein moves and Gabe nails the ref instead. Stein shoves Gabe out of the ring, sees Phoenix is to his knees, and motions to Domino for the Peacemaker II as Mars rolls out of the ring. Domino slides it in a second before Kijo uses the stairs to jump over Domino and pull her down with a flipping neckbreaker!*

Melvyn: "Man, I thought SHE was training HIM. What the hell kind of martial arts move is that?"

Ross Carlisle: "I guess he's been returning the favor. But Stein has the Peacemaker now, and he's begging Phoenix to stand up and face him. Kijo whistling from ringside, almost a pattern to it... Whatever Phoenix is up and turns... Stein attacks... Phoenix grabs the Peacemaker arm and ducks under, picks up Stein PHOENIX DRIVER! Shit I can't believe him!"

*Mars slides back into the ring, but so has Gabe, except Gabe has a steel chair.*

Melvyn: "Foreign object!"

Ross Carlisle: "What? Did a thought just enter your head?"

*Gabe charges at Mars, chair in front. Mars goes for the big boot block, but Gabe slides under the boot. Gabe stands as Mars recovers and turns, and Gabriel waffles him with the chair.*

Ross Carlisle: "Mars down to a knee, and Gabriel drops the chair, grabs Mars and hits a face driver into the steel! Mars out of it as Gabriel turns him over and heads up to the top rope... THE FIREBIRD 450 SPLASH! CONNECTS! But the ref is just barely moving, and in no position to count."

Melvyn: "Don't matter, Gabe and Mars aint legal anyway."

*Stein is slowly getting up as Phoenix is rolling over. Gabriel has gotten to his feet as well and recovered the chair while Stein still has the Peacemaker. Both men spot each other and swing...*

*CRASH*

Ross Carlisle: "Train wreck in the ring! Stein and Gabriel both connect with their weapons, and both men are down and out. Phoenix is starting to get up though, and so is Mars! And the ref is on his hands and knees! Phoenix stumbles into Mars DOOMSDAY!!"

*Mars is on his knees, laughing. The crowd roars as Mars stands up, and he raises his arms gloating, until he finds himself up in the air...*

Ross Carlisle: "HELLFIRE!! Phoenix just dropped Mars straight to steel hell with Hellfire!"

*Phoenix is on his hands and knees after the move, and begins to stand, but falls over to one side, eyes glazed over, passed out.*

Melvyn: "I've got to see that again. What happened??"

*The split screen comes up, showing a different angle. Mars drops Phoenix with the falling chokeslam, Doomsday. As Mars is on his hands and knees, Phoenix rises with an adrenaline surge, causing the fan pop. Mars stands, and Phoenix slides the chair over, then picks him up in the back suplex position, dropping him and twisting into the chokeslam onto the chair, then trying to stand back up and falling over, unconscious.*

Ross Carlisle: "Is anyone still alive after all that?"

*As if in response, Gabriel starts pulling himself up by the ropes. He manages to get to his feet as Stein starts to pull himself up. Gabriel moves in and sends a kick to Stein's chest, but he doesn't have much force behind it, and Stein keeps pulling on the ropes. The ref is up in the far corner, leaning over the turnbuckle.

Stein gets himself to a standing position and clocks Gabriel with a right hand, then whips him across the ring to the turnbuckle the ref is in, then follows. Gabe stops short, hopping up to the second rope and jumping backwards connecting with a reverse elbow to Stein's chest.*

Ross Carlisle: "Stein stumbles back as Gabe hops up with a burst of his own. Mars is trying to get up as well and Phoenix seems to still be out. Gabe moves towards Mars, hopping up to the second rope, grabbing Mars and a tornado DDT off the ropes! Gabriel is up, but Stein is waiting on him HAMMER OF JUSTICE! Stein covers..."

*The ref moves in and falls, starting to count...

One..

Tw...

The ref stops, then taps Stein, pointing to Gabe and shaking his head!*

Ross Carlisle: "That's right! Gabriel isn't the legal man! Phoenix is getting to his feet... Peacemaker in hand! The ref tries to get Gabriel out to the ring apron as Stein gets up, looking very ticked off... he turns, Phoenix flips him off and clocks him!"

Melvyn: "Ref! Come on you blind bastard disqualify the son of a bitch!"

*Gabriel is partially up on the apron as Phoenix tosses the Peacemaker and the chair out of the ring. He tags in Gabriel and heads towards Mars, holding his ribs and limping slightly.*

Ross Carlisle: "Gabriel's headed up top, really slowly, Mars is up and Phoenix is closing in... Gabriel off the top rope Phoenix hauls up Mars FIREBIRD SPLASH PHOENIX DRIVER COMBO! A two for one special! Saflok down!"

One...

*Mars gets up as Phoenix struggles to rise.*

Two...

*Mars sees the pinfall attempt but Phoenix grabs him by the leg and trips him up.*

Three!!!

Melvyn: "FUCK!"

Ross Carlisle: "THEY DID IT!"

Lou Jackson: "YOUR WINNERS, THE FIRST EVER RING SYNDICATE MEMORIAL CUP CHAMPIONS, AND THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS FOR THE RING SYNDICATE WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES, GABRIEL HUUUUNNNNNGGGLLLEEESTEEEEIIIINNNN AND PHOOOOOEEENNNNIIIXXXXXX!!!!"

*Mars hoists Phoenix up for the Apocalypse, but Gabriel chop blocks him and causes him to drop Phoenix. The two men roll out of the ring and are met by Kijo and Fred, who raises their hands.*

Ross Carlisle: "This has to be one of the most unbelievable things I've seen in awhile Melvyn. All four men get nothing but the utmost respect from me for the tremendous effort they put into this match. Except that part before the match."

[SWAT Team]

["“Block Rockin' Beats”" by Chemical Brothers plays over the
loudspeakers.]

Lou Jackson: Introducing first, hailing from Rio de Janiero, Brazil, standing 6'3" and weighing 241 lbs., here is ....
"TIGERHEART" RALLY JACKSON !!!!

[Rally Jackson walks down the aisle. Jackson is wearing a green capoeira gui with yellow trim and he has his dreadlocks tied up behind him. He is a dark skinned Brazilian with various piercings. He has two in his ear, one in the eyebrow, and one in the nose. He takes the top off and throws it into the crowd laughing. He has a small tiger tattoo behind his left shoulder blade and you can see small scars on the small of his back. He continues on down the ramp with a wide grin on his face as a couple green and yellow fireworks go off in the background.]

[He ignores the crowd jeering him and goes straight into the ring.]

Ross Carlisle: The main event is here people! The battle everybody has been waiting for...

[The crowd begins to murmur as the lights drop. The errie opening chords of No Quarter begin ringing out and what seems like everyone in the building stands up. Intelligent lights begin scanning the arena… with a different tempo and sequence as the drums kick in as people begin stomping their feet in the dark.

[The teletron lights up...

February 2002, UWA Pay Per View Initiation:

Cobryn takes advantage of the situation and gives Neo "The Answer", a VICIOUS standing suplex into a ddt, off of the top turnbuckle!!!!!!!!!! Cobryn pins Neo and the dazed referee counts the 1,2,3!!!!

Ian: Cobryn has won it. He now has the UK Title, bringing some more gold to the Society of the New Breed!

Angel: I would say that pinning eight men in a row is pretty impressive, wouldn’t you? I believe that talent should be rewarded. From the moment on, the UK title is a sanctioned UWA belt. So, Cobryn, congratulations on becoming the first-ever official UK Champion.


UWA Battleground August 2002:

Ian Hawkins: Tripps stumbles around, and turns around into the Answer!!! I cant believe it!

[Entire Crowd counts with the ref.]

1….
2…
3!!!

Sandy: Cobryn has done it! Cobryn is the New UWA World Champion!

August 2002, UWA Glory Awards show:

Brain Adams: And the winner of Best Ring Entrance….. COBRYN!!

Brain Adams: Heel of the year….. It’s a tie!! Cobryn and Hardkore Jonnie Valentine!!!

Angel: And the winner of Wrestler of the year in the UWA…. COBRYN!!!


Hardkore World September 2002:


[Cobryn steps through the ropes and sneers out at the booing San Jose fans, but doesn’t see Elvis slug away at Cobryn’s diaphragm]

Guillermo O’Bannon: Elvis catches Cobryn by surprise. Elvis steps up to the apron, but Cobryn catches him with an open handed strike to the throat. Cobryn pulls Elvis up into another hanging suplex.

Phil Blauer: He’s gonna suplex him to the concrete!

Guillermo O’Bannon: No, he switches it up into a powerslam off the apron onto that hard concrete!!!

[Elvis screams out and clutches at his back as Cobryn sits on his knees staring sinisterly into the camera. San Jose fans cheer loudly]

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Guillermo O'Bannon: Cobryn pumphandle gourdbusters Ace Kilcannon!!

---

[Cobryn makes the cover]

Referee David Grey: 1…2…3!!!

Guillermo O’Bannon: Cobryn pins Elvis Lawless!

Febrary 2003 - No Man's Land.

Jeremy Tucker: Choke Slam by BIG STAN!!

Fusion: Cobryn kicks out!

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Jeremy Tucker: And Cobryn wins again with the Answer.


IPW Pay Per View St. Valentine’s Day Broken Hearts. February 2003.

Isaac Black: Cobryn pulls a groggy Ashcroft to his feet and hits the Answer, and makes the cover. Fierce over with the count.

James Fierce: 1….

2….

3!!!!!!!

IPW Exodus: March 30th 2003:

Jeremy Tucker: CSK points at him and turns around, what! Cobryn clocked CSK in the jaw with brass knuckles! Squidward didn’t see it!

Fusion: Cobryn quickly throws them out of the ring and Cyrus takes them and leaves the place up the ramp way smiling to the scene. Cobryn covers!

Patrick Squidward: One!! Two!!! Threee!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton No Man's Land May 2003: And another win to Cobryn, still undefeated in singles competition here in the IPW. Unstoppable.

IWA Battleground, June 14th 2003 Ian Hawkins - Cobryn is the god of the IWA and doesn't need a reason to show up. Who's going to stop him?

IWA Battleground,July 23rd, 2003. Cobryn wins a handicap "I quit" match against both Sedated and Haven.

Cobryn nailed an Answer on Haven and then one to Sedated and then locked in the Bridges over Key largo.

IWA Danger Zone September 29th, 2003 Cobryn interfered, giving Karnage an Answer onto a steel chair that had been brought into the ring earlier.


Ascendant World Championship tournament 2003:

Quarter Finals: Vs. Hardkore World Lucha Libra Champion Lucifer Jones:

Bludd: THE ANSWER! HE HIT IT!

[Cobryn quickly scrambles, and covers, hooking Lucifer’s shorts.]

Referee Tony Jacobs: “1……………………………2…………………………………………………..3!!!!!!!!!”

[“No Quarter” by Led Zeppelin hits the speakers. Cobryn gets to his feet, and has his hand raised by Tony Jacobs.]

Paul Mannetti: Cobryn steals another one…..he advances to round two.

Semi-Finals: Vs. Three time Hardkore World Champion Rally Jackson:

Bludd: ANOTHER ANSWER! RALLY’S DEAD! TOE TAG HIM!

[Cobryn covers again, and puts his cast on Rally’s throat for good measure.]

Referee Mike DiAnno: “1……………………………………………………………………..2………………………………………3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

[“No Quarter” by Led Zeppelin starts up. Ali Achnabar & MC Ren crawl into the ring, and raise Cobryn’s hand.]

Finals: Vs. UWA Heavyweight Champion Kilroy Evans:

Referee Joe LaMarca: DO YOU GIVE UP?

[Kilroy, broken, beaten, his upper back being stretched to its limits reluctantly nods yes. LaMarca calls for the bell.]

Bludd: COBRYN WINS! HE JUST MADE KILROY EVANS GIVE UP!

Paul Mannetti: OH MY GOD! KILROY EVANS JUST SUBMITTED!

[“No Quarter” by Led Zeppelin begins to play. Cobryn breaks the Bridge Over Key Largo. He slowly gets to his feet. LaMarca raises his hand.]

Allan Black: WINNER OF THIS MATCHUP IN 21:20 AND THE FIRST EVER ASCENDANT WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION……………COBRYN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Video ends.]


[Suddenly pyrotechnics light the arena up with white, purple and red explosions above the ring and ramp area. A spot light hits Cobryn who’s standing on the ramp with a big smile on his face, with the RS world title wrapped around his waist… as the lights start coming back up.

Cobryn cracks his neck and begins his march to the ring to a loud chorus of boos. One section of the crowd does the 'worship' motion while Cobryn walks down the aisle. Cobryn’s black robe drapes behind him as he approaches the ring, and wipes his feet on the apron before sliding through the ropes.]

Lou Jackson: Hailing from Key Largo, Standing in at 6’4 and weighing in at 250 pounds… His career record standing at 51 wins against 5 losses, all losses coming by dubious means.... He is...

The Ring Syndicate Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOORLLLD!!!!!!!!!

COOOOOOBRYYYYN!!!

[The RS World Champion steps through the cage door, pretty focused on Tigerheart.]

Ross Carlisle: Melvyn, do you feel this? Listen to the crowd, there buzzing. The heat in here is nuclear.

Melvyn: Are you sure it’s only because the people who own this have a faulty furnace?

Ross Carlisle: Rally Jackson and Cobryn are standing in that cage, and they’re ready to do vile, awful things to one another. This is for all the marbles!

[On the outside, referee Joe LaMarca calls for the bell , and Cobryn sticks his hand out for Rally Jackson to shake.]

Melvyn: That’s right Coby. Always a good sport.

Ross Carlisle: Rally Jackson isn’t {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore}, Melvyn.

[Rally Jackson kicks the hand away, cartwheels out and then stuns Cobryn with a simultaneous shove and front kick. Palm Springs begins clapping.]

Melvyn: What was that? Dirty Brazilian son of a bitch!

Ross Carlisle: That was a combination of two basic Capoeira techniques, the Au’ and the Benção. Rally just gave Cobryn a little Brazilian flavor.

Melvyn: He gave him cocaine?

[Cobryn gets to his feet and runs towards Rally. Rally spins and delivers a double round back kick. Cobryn goes flying into the corner.]

Ross Carlisle: Rally delivering another Capoeira maneuver, the Parafuso.

Melvyn: This shit’s got to be illegal.

[Rally runs in towards Cobryn, and uses his chest to spring off of and hit a backflip. Rally lands perfectly and takes a bow. Cobryn is furious. He runs towards Rally once again and Rally attempts to go behind him. Cobryn sees this and meets Rally with a hammerlock, and immediately brings him down to the canvas.]

Ross Carlisle: Cobryn bringing him straight down with that hammerlock. He knows if Rally is on his feet, he can kick the hell out of him like he did earlier.

Melvyn: He didn’t kick the hell out of him, Carlisle. I’d say that was just a light dusting.

[With his other free hand, Cobryn starts to pull at Rally’s dreadlocks.]

Ross Carlisle: Cobryn with a handful of hair.

Melvyn: Hey, if you’re going to rock the dreads, you better watch out for shit like this.

[Cobryn attempts to go for a double hammerlock, but then, quickly hops to his feet, and goes for the cage door.]

Ross Carlisle: Cobryn’s bolting!

Melvyn: He’s trying to win!

Ross Carlisle: Rally from behind, waistlock-

[Rally hits a German suplex, and holds on. He rolls up.]

Melvyn: Ah. Cobryn’s head hit the canvas! Sick!

Ross Carlisle: Rally going for his German, Tiger, and Dragon Suplex combination…

[He attempts hooking the arms for the Tiger Suplex, but Cobryn knows what’s up. Cobryn crosses his arms in an “X” across his chest. Rally releases his waistlock and begins to kick Cobryn on the back, trying to get him to drop his arms. Cobryn responds with a mule kick.]

Melvyn: That’s the moxie.

Ross Carlisle: Kick to the groin ends Rally’s sprint. Cobryn grabbing Rally by the head…..into the cage!

[Rally stops this by putting his foot up and stopping being rammed face first into the mesh. Rally brings his other foot up and backflips out of Cobryn’s grasp. Rally then leaps and crescent kicks Cobryn face first into the cage.]

Ross Carlisle: Cobryn goes right into the cage! Don’t forget, Cobryn has that large gash on his forehead from that attack by Cyrus Williams on No Man’s Land the other day. If Rally rips that open, Cobryn’s in trouble.

Melvyn: No shit, Sherlock.

[Cobryn holds his face, checking for blood. There is none. Rally smiles at the World Champion and runs in with a kick. Cobryn grabs the leg, and Rally immediately responds to it with an inzuigiri.]

Ross Carlisle: Owen Hart style inzuigiri sends the champ to the ground hard! This could be Rally’s chance!

[Rally goes to climb the cage and on the way tags Cobryn with a short kick to the chest. He scales up the turnbuckles and starts his climb.]

Melvyn: Cobryn better get his ass up, or his title reign’s done…

Ross Carlisle: It may not look like a long climb but trust me folks, that’s the longest climb in your life. Anything can happen when you’re high above the ring.

[Cobryn gets to his feet, and grabs the sash on Rally’s capoeira gui, and starts yanking it downwards. Rally tries to kick Cobryn’s head, but combined with the tugging and the kicking, Cobryn causes him to lose his balance, and Rally takes a long fall to the center of the ring.]

Melvyn: Rally just got DUMPED.

Ross Carlisle: This is the consequence of a match like this. Cobryn just caused Rally to fall a good seven or eight feet down to that unforgiving mat.

Melvyn: Like I said, he got dumped.

[Cobryn scoops Rally up, and delivers a kneebreaker to him, then lifts him back up, and smashes his knee off the mesh of the cage.]

Ross Carlisle: These two men have very different styles. Cobryn’s a wrestler’s wrestler and a heel’s heel. He knows so many holds, so many escapes, and so many ways to get an advantage. Rally’s a power player. He likes the big moves and the big kicks. It’s definitely a battle of slow burn and quick devastation in that cage tonight.

Melvyn: Cobryn’s gonna take out that right knee of Rally’s. He’s gonna end this capoeira stuff, fast. Then he’s gonna leave that cage victorious. That’s my prediction.

Ross Carlisle: Put your money where your mouth is.

Melvyn: Fine. 10 bucks on Cobryn.

Ross Carlisle: I’m not a betting man.

[Cobryn continues to hold onto Rally, and lifts him up one last time, delivering a sick-ass backdrop suplex, right into the corner!]

Melvyn: Well you bet your ass that Rally just got destroyed right there! Ha!

Ross Carlisle: Rally’s head hit those turnbuckles with such a crippling force!

[Rally is stunned in the corner, cradling his head. Cobryn positions him right and sticks his boot on Rally’s face.]

Melvyn: What’s this now?

Ross Carlisle: Cobryn giving Rally the boot scrapes! That’s Cyrus Williams’ move!

Melvyn: Well, technically, it was Ohtani’s, but whatever you say, Carlisle.

Ross Carlisle: Ohtani’s or not, Cobryn is sending quite the message to Cyrus Williams.

[Cobryn delivers three bootscrapes to Rally’s face, and goes for the big one. He bounces off the ropes, but before he can deliver it, Rally hops out and delivers a grounded kick that takes Cobryn off of his feet!]

Melvyn: How’d he manage that one?

Ross Carlisle: Another Capoeira technique by Rally. The Meia Lua takes Cobryn right off his feet.

Melvyn: Goddamn Brazilian dancing martial art…

[Cobryn gets enraged now, and actually beats Rally to his feet. He rushes into the Brazilian with a short knee, but Rally drops down quickly, and Cobryn gets hung on the middle rope. Rally seizes the opportunity and chickenwings the arms, delivering a huge Tiger Suplex!]

Ross Carlisle: Rally finally hits that Tiger Suplex!

Melvyn: No, don’t put ‘em together-

Ross Carlisle: Back up into a DRAGON SUPLEX! RELEASED! DANGEROUS!!!!

Melvyn: Did you just steal from Chris Lovey?

Ross Carlisle: Sue me.

[Rally slowly gets up and instructs the referee to open the door. Suddenly, someone shoves Joe LaMarca out of the way.]

Ross Carlisle: Who the hell is that?

Melvyn: That’s Ali Achnabar! He’s a cool guy.

Ross Carlisle: Aw c’mon!

[Ali holds the door closed. From behind him, The Brain comes along with a chain.]

Melvyn: Ross, you gotta do what you gotta do. These guys know who butters their bread.

Ross Carlisle: Bullshit! The Brain is padlocking the door shut!

[Rally is furious, kicking at the door, and cursing up a storm. Palm Springs starts throwing garbage at Ali and The Brain, starting a “YOU SUCK DICK” chant towards them.]

Melvyn: Shut up, you miscreants!

Ross Carlisle: They’ve got all the right in the world to tell these guys what the deal is. This is bullshit and you know it, Melvyn, even if you do want to ride Cobryn’s nuts like it was the T-Train.

Melvyn: Die, Carlisle, Die!

[Rally kicks the cage door, hoping to somehow dislodge the padlock. Rally gives up, but turns right around into a poke to the eye, and a DDT that spikes Rally right on his head.]

Ross Carlisle: And Cobryn takes the advantage from his entourage’s interference.

[Cobryn unties Rally’s capoeira sash and begins choking him with it, bringing him to his feet, and grating Rally’s forehead across the mesh of the cage.]

Melvyn: Cobryn’s taking him on a guided tour of Palm Springs Steelwork’s finest work. Good job, boys.

Ross Carlisle: Rally’s face is being obliterated by that steel cage. It’s like a cheese grater!

Melvyn: You calling the steel boys shitty welders? They’ll give you what’s for.

Ross Carlisle: What’s for what?

Melvyn: Bah!

[Cobryn starts yelling something at Brain and Ali. They come around to where Cobryn has Jackson, and grab the sash through the cage, choking Rally!]

Ross Carlisle: Oh c’mon, get these guys out of here!

Melvyn: They’ve got managerial licenses, dammit!

[Cobryn saunters over to the door and goes to push it open, but the chain is still on it. He shakes it a bit, and then runs right over to Brain and Ali.]

Ross Carlisle: Ha! Talk about your miscues.

Melvyn: I knew these two were good for nothing.

Ross Carlisle: You’re the very definition of a brown noser. If you look up the word in Oxford’s, they’ll show a picture of your ugly mug right next to it.

Melvyn: Go die.

[Cobryn yells at them to open the cage door, but Brain is fumbling with the key.]

Ross Carlisle: Cobryn is pissed. Good. He deserves it.

Melvyn: Didn’t I tell you to die?

Ross Carlisle: Without me, you’re nothing. What idiot did you blow to get this job anyway?

Melvyn: My hatred for you knows no bounds.

[Cobryn decides to go for the climb.]

Ross Carlisle: Even though he doesn’t go out the easy way, he may still get a win here. Those two lackeys are cutting off Rally’s oxygen and that’s not good, especially because Rally looks to be busted open thanks to the tour around the cage.

Melvyn: I guess the steel boys failed me. But they didn’t fail our World Champion.

[Palm Springs is booing the hell out of Cobryn’s climb. Some trash is being flung from all sides, bouncing off the cage.]

Ross Carlisle: Cobryn stratling the top of the cage, now he’s taunting Rally.

[Rally sees this, and breaks free of Brain and Ali’s grasp.]

Melvyn: Oh shit.

Ross Carlisle: Rally’s up! Cobryn better climb down quicker than an ape!

[Rally scales the cage and meets Cobryn up top. Palm Springs is going apeshit.]

Ross Carlisle: Rally came up that cage like a cat!

Melvyn: It was like Nightcrawler or something. Damn.

[Rally grabs Cobryn’s blonde locks. The champ attempts to just drop down off the side, but Rally’s grasp is like iron. He pulls him back over, and gives him a hangman choke on the top.]

Ross Carlisle: Rally is locking on a front choke…..is he going to choke Cobryn out on top there?

[Rally then drapes Cobryn’s arm over his head, and puts his free arm on Cobryn’s trunks.]

Melvyn: He’s not gonna….No way-

Ross Carlisle: BRAIN BUSTER OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Both men come flying a good ten feet off the ground. They crash to the mat with enough impact to make the crash resonate all over the building. Palm Springs jumps to their feet and begins a “HOLY SHIT” chant for the ages.]

Melvyn: THEY’RE DEAD! THEY’RE DEAD!

Ross Carlisle: What a move! What a move! Rally may have killed Cobryn and himself! That was unbelievable!

Melvyn: Good thing Cobryn took out that multi-million dollar insurance policy the other day. Whew.

[The Brain finally finds the key and unlocks the cage door. He takes the chain, swings the door open and him and goes into the cage to check on Cobryn. Ali follows him carrying a giant bottle of Poland spring.]

Ross Carlisle: Good lackeys would at least drag him out of the cage.

Melvyn: Cobryn wants to win this one fair and square, Ross.

Ross Carlisle: Obviously.

[Ali pours some water on Cobryn’s head to revive him, but Cobryn stirs only mildly. However, Rally is nearly up to his feet. He sees Cobryn’s lackeys, and takes the chain from The Brain.]

Melvyn: Yeah, guys, you better vacate the premises right about now.

Ross Carlisle: Oh man….Rally swings for the fences with the chain and laces The Brain right across the face!

Melvyn: OW!

[Ali gets down on his hands and knees, begging for mercy. Rally wraps the chain around his fist, and delivers a hard right hand!]

Ross Carlisle: And another shot to that fake Arab.

Melvyn: Fake? He’s considered a noble in his homeland of…of…

Ross Carlisle: Of what? Tell me and I’ll leave right now.

Melvyn: Think, Melvyn, Think….Think and you’ll be the star…..

[Rally grabs Cobryn by the hair, and tears off the bandage concealing his head wound. Rally rears back and begins hammering the cut with his chain-wrapped hand.]

Ross Carlisle: Rally’s unleashing his anger at all the bullshit he’s had to suffer throughout this entire match. I don’t blame the guy.

Melvyn: Dammit Brain, did you have to bring in the chain?

[Speaking of the lackeys, they’ve since slithered out of the cage, having been busted wide open by Rally Jackson. Only the two wrestlers remain. Rally continues to wail on Cobryn, now picking him up and slamming him facefirst onto the cage.]

Ross Carlisle: Rally now choking Cobryn with the chain. Nice taste of his own medicine.

Melvyn: Goddamned lackeys.

[Cobryn is now busted open, his wound being extremely bad. Blood is literally gushing out of his forehead, moreso than Rally’s wound.]

Melvyn: Look at Cobryn’s face. I blame Cyrus Williams.

Ross Carlisle: Hard to argue with that logic. Cyrus and his Jagermeister bottle brought this burden upon Cobryn. Rally just exploited it.

Melvyn: Brazilians, always exploiting people. What with their cocaine and their underage whores….

Ross Carlisle: Rally might just take it home here. That bloodloss from Cobryn won’t allow him much more time in this match.

[Rally lifts Cobryn up and drapes him over his shoulder, then brings him back down with a Dominator.]

Melvyn: God, Cobryn got wrecked there. His head nearly hit the mat!

Ross Carlisle: I’m Sorry Miss Jackson…..but I think Rally might be too fatigued to pop off his Cradle Piledriver, the “I am For Real”.

[Rally gets up slowly and lifts up Cobryn once again. He brings him over to one of the cage walls, and steps outside the ropes in the little space between the cage and the ring. He grabs Cobryn’s arm and begins to rake it all along the wall!]

Melvyn: My god. What a savage.

Ross Carlisle: Rally is attacking that arm now. He wants more blood!

Melvyn: He’s going to kill him. He’ll go into shock!

Ross Carlisle: Rally doesn’t care. It’s his title to win. He sees Cobryn as someone who has two wins over him and if he could turn back time and get those back, he would. I think beating the hell out of Rally, taking his title, and leaving him bloody in a cage might give him some payback.

[Rally now grabs Cobryn’s arm and begins biting it. Palm Springs gasps at the brutality of it all.]

Melvyn: Son of an Amazon River bitch! Stop this!

Ross Carlisle: Jackson is biting the wound! He’s biting it! This is how much contempt he has for our world champion!

Melvyn: Hate or not, this is revolting.

Ross Carlisle: You think any of those other guys in the Lethal Lottery would do this?

Melvyn: Maybe Soutter, he’s always hungry.

Ross Carlisle: This isn’t like me, but OH TAG~!

[Cobryn collapses to one knee, clutching at his upper left bicep, which is also bleeding now. Rally grabs Cobryn’s bleeding left arm and ties it up on the top rope. This gives him an opportunity to punch and jam his fingers into the cut!]

Melvyn: I can’t watch this shit anymore.

Ross Carlisle: You gonna leave?

Melvyn: Maybe I will…..I’m dehydrated!

Ross Carlisle: Baby.

Melvyn: Just for that, I’m staying.

Ross Carlisle: I’m overjoyed.

[Cobryn can’t stand his arm being gouged any longer and decides to gouge back, digging his fingers into Rally’s eyes.]

Melvyn: Aha, good thing I stayed.

Ross Carlisle: Yeah, good thing. Cobryn’s back into this thing, bloody arm, face, and all.

[Cobryn frees his arm and snap mares Rally down. He then springs off the ropes and hits him with a neck snap.]

Melvyn: Cobryn’s got his second wind here. He’ll take it home now.

Ross Carlisle: Hennig style neck snap. Cobryn’s trying to wear Rally down so he can attempt the escape once again.

[Cobryn grabs the chain that’s still in the ring. He proceeds to wrap it around his knee, and then deliver a kneedrop right to Rally’s forehead!]

Melvyn: That had to sting a bit.

Ross Carlisle: Cobryn’s no slouch. He’s working the cut as well.

Melvyn: The ring general’s manning his big guns.

[By now, Cobryn’s blonde hair is stained red. His arm is streaked with blood. Cobryn unwinds the chain from his knee and wraps it around Rally’s forehead.]

Ross Carlisle: Chain around Jackson’s forehead….Cobryn off the ropes, DOUBLE STOMP! SICKENING!

[Palm Springs once again “oohs” as Rally rolls around the ring clutching at his forehead. If he wasn’t bleeding a lot before, he is now. Rally’s face is now completely covered in fresh crimson.]

Melvyn: Like that Jackson? Nice taste of YOUR own medicine. Hahahaha!

Ross Carlisle: Fans, we warned you this one wasn’t going to be pretty. And it damned sure isn’t. This is raw, this is gritty, this is visceral. This is the Ring Syndicate’s finest doing battle in one of the most brutal matches in professional wrestling.

[Cobryn calls for the end. He brings Rally up, and puts him in a rear facelock.]

Melvyn: ANSWER??!??!!?

Ross Carlisle: ANSWER!
[Rally struggles to get out of the finisher. Cobryn lifts him up high, but Rally flips out behind him.]

Ross Carlisle: Rally escapes-

[Jackson, in desperation, nails a Backflip kick!]

Melvyn: Damn Tiger Kick.

Ross Carlisle: Tiger Kick connects! And both men are down and out.

[Palm Springs begins to stomp their feet on the ground, hoping to awaken Rally Jackson, who’s become the de-facto baby face in this battle. We get some nice camera shots of Cobryn, who’s bleeding out of two cuts, and Rally, who’s blood is running right into his dreadlocks, spidering out on the mat.]

Melvyn: Who’s gonna get up first?

Ross Carlisle: Logic says Rally, since he really got a good piece of Cobryn with that kick, but I can’t tell here. They’ve both taken inhuman amounts of damage. And even if only one of them gets up, the other one will find some energy to get up and come back. These men aren’t like you and me. Remember the Tournament of the Elite? It took TWO Answers, and a shot with a plaster cast to the back of the head to put away Rally Jackson.

Melvyn: But Ross, no one put away Cobryn, now did they?

Ross Carlisle: Yes, but in that entire tournament, no one has made Cobryn bleed like Rally Jackson has tonight. Cobryn’s in a bad way, maybe the worst he’s ever been.

[Both of them start to get up. The Palm Springs crowd is at a fevered pitch, frenzied even.]

Melvyn: Oh man, this is going to get insane.

Ross Carlisle: Both men up to their feet and they’re exchanging blows!

[Cobryn and Rally are exchanging blows at half speed, but not half strength. Then, they begin to get faster.]

Melvyn: Listen to this crowd, Carlisle!

Ross Carlisle: I’ve never felt an atmosphere like tonight….

[Rally stuns Cobryn by lacing into his chest with chops that’d make Ric Flair squirm. He proceeds to bounce off the ropes, and lay into him with a shoving front kick, with a jump that sends Cobryn reeling off the ropes. Cobryn is stunned, but not out.]

Ross Carlisle: Rally Jackson hits a front kick-

Melvyn: But Cobryn comes back with a LARIAT! RALLY IS DOWN!

Ross Carlisle: Rally kips up? What in the hell?

[Rally kips up and strikes Cobryn with another shoving front kick. He underhooks the arms, skips twice and…]

Melvyn: TIGER DRIVER ’91!!!!!!!!!!!

Ross Carlisle: GRASSHOPPER DRIVER!!!! COBRYN IS DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Rally collapses and begins to crawl through the door. La Marca opens it, but somehow, Cobryn is behind Rally, crawling with him.]

Ross Carlisle: COBRYN IS IN HOT PURSUIT, RALLY KICKING AWAY-

Melvyn: Cobryn will not be denied!

[Cobryn somehow latches onto Rally, and grabs the fence door. As Rally pokes his head through, Cobryn shuts the door, sandwiching Jackson in between the cage and the door, choking the life out of him.]

Ross Carlisle: That’s sick! Cobryn could kill Rally!

Melvyn: He’s going to choke the life out of him…..Cobryn wants to keep his belt!

[Cobryn flings the door open, and then swings it back. The bar of the door catches Rally right in the face. Jackson collapses in a heap, as well as Cobryn, still feeling the effects of the Grasshopper driver. Palm Springs continues to stomp their feet on the ground, hoping to revive either ]

Ross Carlisle: And once again, we’re at a stalemate. These men have given their all.

Melvyn: Cobryn’s a martyr…..he’s dying for what he believes…

Ross Carlisle: Are you insane?

Melvyn: No, I’m not. Cobryn is a martyr! This is his crucifixion! This is his blood loss!

Ross Carlisle: Are you even hearing yourself?

Melvyn: I’m not insane! Cobryn is a martyr! He’s a martyr, god dammit!

[Both men are at the door, bleeding out everywhere, their blood pooling together.]

Ross Carlisle: This is one of the most disgusting displays of violence I’ve ever seen. Talk about living up to the reputation of this building, my god.

[Cobryn stirs first, and reaches into his tights.]

Melvyn: Now’s not the time there…

Ross Carlisle: He’s got brass knuckles!

Melvyn: Well, anything goes inside the cage, Carlisle.

[Cobryn grabs Rally, and goes for a knockout blow. Rally stops his hand by grabbing it.]

Ross Carlisle: Both of these men will not say die! Talk about your matches being right down the middle.

Melvyn: Someone’s gotta climb out sooner or later.

[Rally bends Cobryn’s wrist and he stands up. Rally is crazy-eyed, cursing Cobryn as he irish whips him off the ropes.]

Ross Carlisle: Rally on the rebound, boot to the stomach, FALCON ARROW! This is the set up for the Rio Deal ’02!!!!

Melvyn: Just climb out! Why bother?

Ross Carlisle: Rally wants to stick the exclamation point on this win. He’s going to obliterate Cobryn!

[Rally sticks Cobryn in powerbomb position and backs up to the corner. He sits on top, and pulls Cobryn up, but as Cobryn comes up, he punches Rally square in the face with the brass knuckles. Jackson drops Cobryn and collapses, leaning on the cage!]

Ross Carlisle: Those goddamned brass knux!

Melvyn: Bah, bull! He used them because he HAD to use them! There was no other way out of the Rio Deal!

[Cobryn goes up top, grabs Rally’s head by the dreadlocks and proceeds to repeatedly bash it off the crossbar of the cage, with his blood flying everywhere, some even getting on the nearby camera.]

Ross Carlisle: Cobryn is going to kill him….stop it! For the love of god, stop!

[Cobryn steps in between the ropes and the cage and ascends the ropes. He cradles Rally’s head.]

Melvyn: ANSWER!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ross Carlisle: FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE MAT! RALLY IS DEAD!

[Palm Springs is as hot as its ever been.]

Melvyn: I believe you, Carlisle. Rally’s toe-tagged. Send his ass to the morgue.

Ross Carlisle: Cobryn now crawling to the door….

[If Rally could make his move now he would. Cobryn crawls to the door, LaMarca opens it, and he falls to the arena floor. “No Quarter” by Led Zeppelin begins playing and Palm Springs gets to their feet in applause of both men’s efforts.]

Dave Wood: WINNER OF THIS MATCH, AND STILL RING SYNDICATE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION………….COOOOOOOBRRRRRYYYYYYYNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Ali and the Brain, themselves bloody as well help Cobryn to their feet and hand him the Ring Syndicate title.]

Ross Carlisle: What a display…..two men, so intent on the richest prize in the game today, the only TRUE world title, the Ring Syndicate World Title, that they destroyed each other in order to have it.

Melvyn: And Cobryn wins again. All is well.

Ross Carlisle: Cobryn is now two defenses into his title reign, but he has an Australian tour to look forward to where he defends against the winner of the Free For All, and let’s not forget the certifiable lunatic known as Cyrus Williams hot on his tail, who no doubt wants to add World Title number four to his extensive collection. Fans, thank you for tuning into this great pay per view effort by all of our regions, we’ll be back in April, but until then, this is Ross Carlisle for Melvyn, saying good night from the legendary Palm Springs.

Melvyn: See ya.

[We fade out on Cobryn walking up the aisle with his belt held high above his head, leaning on his cornermen. Rally Jackson is being attended to inside the ring.]