WPW Presents.. The Tournament of Champions 3!!!

[Prometheus]

SHIT!

???: Shit, shit, shit!!!

What the hell?

What’s up?

What happened to him?

Who is it? Who?

The scene, our first shot of 2008 and of the ToC III PPV, opens up to an open underground parking lot. Red and blue light splashes against the walls and pillars, illuminating a small crowd around the source. An ambulance sits, klaxons flaring. The people we see in the crowd are all wrestlers of WPW, and they keep a respectful distance from the ambulance. Carlos Gonzales is the closes man, he is pacing and is the source of the swearing we heard. He kicks the tire of the ambulance as two paramedics move past him, carrying someone. The wrestlers try to see but he is whisked away in such a flurry that no one sees!

Crowd: It’s Scorch!

There is a huge murmur. Carlos Moves over to the ambulance an looks in, barging past medics to see... It’s not Scorch! A bald, 50 year old man with a beard lies there, a mask over his mouth, forcing oxygen through to him.

Carlos: SHIT!

(Yelling) It’s not him!

Carlos backs away as WPW officially opens it’s doors to 2008!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJOy7nX-joE




January 1st 2008

Edwards Hall
Miami, Florida



Daniel: Welcome to WPW in 2008! I'm Daniel Justic wishing you a very Happy New Year. now join us as the Tournament is wrapped up and we leave 2007 behind us in spectacular style!

Max: That's right we have Ladder Matches, Two different Tag team Contenders matches, Florida Titles, the end of the ToC AND a WPW Title Match!

Daniel: but first we have to start off with the final of the ToC, a Triple Threat Match! Involv....

"Falls Apart" By Hurt begisn to play and out Walks Carlos Gonzales to his usual boos and jeers. The Boss, like many other bosses, doesn't care what else is thought of, he stands several meters from the entrance and addresses the crowd.

Daniel: It's the Boss!

Max: Perhaps he's here to explain what went on backstage jsut then! I mean, the ambulance.. and Scorch too!

Carlos: Now I know you all were expecting to see James Moriarty Cassius, The Judge, and “Masterful” Michael Karver fight it out here at the start of the show, with the winner going on to face Scorch in the main event for the WPW Champion. Well that is not going to happen.

Crowd boos vehemently

Carlos: The triple threat will still be taking place, but there are a few changes being made.

The crowd does cheer at this fact, unaware of the changes but happy not to be robbed of their match

Carlos: First of all, it will no longer open the show but it has been moved to the main event.

Cheer

Carlos: Furthermore, the main event will still be for the WPW Championship.

Daniel: He is making it a Fatal Four way, Max. A fatal four way!

Max: This is huge news, the title on the line in an unexpected four way.

Carlos: And the match will be a triple threat as advertised.

There isn't much noise here but a wide array of confusion.

Carlos: You see ever since the last TNT of 2007, nobody has seen or heard from our Champion. I gave him every chance to come to me to explain himself, but here we are in the middle of the Tournament of Champions and he has yet to show his face in the arena. I will not have a Champion who disrespects you fans like that, his fellow wrestlers, and most of all, a Champion who disrespects me like that. As of this moment, I hereby strip Scorch of the WPW Championship. A new WPW Champion will be crowned here tonight, and I promise you he will not be the disgrace the last one proved himself to be.

Max: Someone is going to start of 2008 as a champion, Daniel. Exciting or what?

Carlos: One last thing, Scorch you have lost your title, but you still have your job for now. If you do not show yourself before the end of night, do not bother ever showing up again, because you will be terminated.

Carlos walks backwards, feeling the heat from the fact he's just stripped the fan's champion of the belt. and even threatened him



GoL Title Ladder Match
MVP vs. Jesse Long


Max: What’s my favorite two words in wrestling, Daniel?

Daniel: That’s your script from last week, Max. It was ‘grudge match’ wasn’t it?

Max: Nah. My two favorite words this week are ‘ladder match’ and that’s what’s up next!

Daniel: I’m sure that there’s lots of new people tuning into WPW for the first time, no doubt captured by the possibility of a Scorch/Karver title fight…………no?..........just me then.
Anyway, the new viewers may have no idea what a ladder match involves – they may think it’s just two guys thrashing each other with the contents of a local hardware store.

Max: Isn’t it?.............No. Wait! That’s right! The winner is the person who can climb a ladder and grab that title belt being lowered from the roof right now.

Daniel: And here’s Mina to tell us who is in the match.

Mina: This next match is for the God of Live title and is to be fought under ladder match rules. Introducing your challenger – hailing from Philadelphia, PA, and weighing in at 235lbs, he is Emmmmmm Veeeeeeeeee Peeeeeeeee!!!!!!!

‘Fly from the Inside’ by Shinedown is first on the PA and we get the full MVP cocky strut and broad grin at the crowd response.

Daniel: Wow, this crowd is hot tonight and it looks like MVP is finally winning them over.

Max: I wonder why that is. His unceaseless charity work? His semi-naked ho posse that accompany him to the ring? His sparkling monologues full of wit and intelligence? Perhaps it’s just that he doesn’t suck as bad as Beno.

Daniel: None of the above. I think that the fans just appreciate the honest effort.

MVP slides in under the bottom rope and stands in the center. Turning serious he crouches with his hands on the knees and awaits Jesse Long.

Mina: His opponent, weighing in at 210lbs and hailing from Winter Park, Florida, he is the current God Of Liiiiiivvvvveeee, Jesseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Longggggggg!!!!!!!!!!

Max: How does she do that, Daniel? No-one can spin out a name like Mina Henderson. I’d like to see her one on one with Lillian Garcia.

Daniel: We can but dream, Max.

Cake’s ‘The Distance’ replace Shinedown on the PA and Long emerges, his inner stillness apparent. He scowls at a fan who thrusts an old picture of Long mid-way through a Shooting Star Press. He takes a deep breath then makes his way to the ring. Pausing on the apron to look up at the belt several feet above the mat, he then climbs through the ropes and stares out MVP who stares right back.
Referee Todd Franklin issues some last minute instructions and calls for a break. The two men hesitate, unwilling to be the first to turn away but eventually they back up towards their respective corners. Franklin motions for the bell.

Ding Ding

MVP flies at Long with an elbow. Long steps back but the elbow still connects and straight away a trace of blood escapes from Long’s swelling lower lip.

Daniel: This could turn out to be the match of the night.

Max: Yes. Long’s as focused as a paparazzo’s long lens when Britney gets out of a limousine and MVP is as cocky as Foghorn Leghorn after downing a shed load of Viagra in a barn of foxy chicks.

MVP goes for a Randy Orton uppercut but Long is ready this time and he avoids the blow with ease.

Daniel: Oooooh! MVP has come with his A-game tonight, but is that going to be good enough to beat Long?

Long catches MVP off balance with a drop toe hold and follows up with a drop elbow. MVP winces as Long places a knee in the back and pulls his head back.

Max: A submission is worthless in this match.

Daniel: But this will weaken MVP which should pay dividends later.

Long keeps on the pressure until MVP finds a rope with his free arm and Franklin calls for a release. MVP gets up warily, doing some stretching exercises on his neck but is ready when Long comes at him with a flurry of leg kicks and a spinning back fist to finish. Few connect and those that do cause little damage. MVP maneuvers Long into a Facebuster then applies a wrist lock but Long rolls out of the hold. He adopts a ‘fighting crane’ Kung Fu stance but abandons it when MVP starts to laugh.

Max: Long’s as mad as a Belgian fruitbat.

Daniel: These just get more and more inane, Max.

Jesse lands a Hip Toss as MVP moves in once again then goes to shoulder charge him as he uses the ropes to get up but MVP drops, pulling down the top rope and Long bundles over the rope to the ring surround below. He sits there fuming for a few seconds but gets up quickly when he sees MVP prepare for a Suicide Dive. MVP aborts.

Daniel: It’s way too early to crash and burn with such a high risk move and MVP knows it.

Max: When I asked him earlier MVP didn’t know who quarterbacked the Philadelphia Eagles to back to back Superbowls XIII and XIV.

Daniel: That was the Pittsburgh Steelers, you moron and……what’s this you’ve written here?............Babe Ruth was not the quarterback or MVP. Do you know anything about sports? Do you know anything about wrestling?

Max: Oh, come on, when would that sort of knowledge ever be of any use in a job? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?

Daniel: And thank the Lord someone is. Let’s get back to the action.

Long has retrieved a ladder from under the ring and he tries to push it under the ropes without being hit by a baseball slide by MVP. MVP does go for the move but Long cleverly drops the ladder and MVP goes straight through the ropes. Long throws a few right hands to keep MVP on the ground and gets the ladder in the ring. He sets it up under the belt as it hangs above the middle of the ring. He starts to climb…………..but MVP is rapidly into the ring and grabs Long by the shoulders and brings him down from the elevated position onto his bended knees.

Daniel: Oooooh! A modified backstabber! Long will take some time to recover from that one.

And MVP knows it so he scrambles up the ladder himself, getting half way up before Long grabs the foot of the ladder and yanks it up causing MVP to fall. He jumps off to land on his feet however as the ladder clatters to the mat. He angrily grabs Long’s arm and whips him to the rope. Long skips the ladder and bounces straight back with a flying HAMMA FIST!, the announcement of which can still be heard over the increasing crowd noise. MVP reels backwards, steadying himself with the ropes then shaking his head to try to clear his eyes. Long picks up the ladder and charges MVP with it. MVP just gets up a boot in time and halts Long in mid charge. He goes down, the ladder on top of him. MVP sees his chance and executes a perfect Rolling Thunder onto the ladder, forcing it down onto Long’s body.

Daniel: This one is showing signs of getting personal. Both men want this title badly, They’re so close they can almost smell it.

Max:……em…….so can I. I think the Bees had it backstage earlier. I don’t wanna tell ya what they were doing with it.

MVP hesitates as he too has suffered some damage from the Rolling Thunder, but gets up and lifts the ladder before dropping it straight back down onto Long’s writhing body. He lifts it again, stomping Long a couple of times before setting up the ladder. Slowly he climbs the eight rungs of the ladder, dragging his left leg a little. He gets to the sixth rung and pulls his trailing leg up…….but finds Long clinging onto his boot. He tries to kick his way out of the hold but Long thrusts his leg up the way causing MVP to lose his footing with the other leg. Seeing an advantage, six feet up on the ladder he catches Long in a head scissors and takes him down with a hurricanrana.

Max: What’s business doing, Daniel?

Daniel: It is picking up, Max.

MVP doesn’t stay for a pin but rubs his forearm into Long’s face to effect some further punishment. Long’s lip swells a little more and he spits some blood from his mouth. MVP pulls Long to his feet then Scoop Slams him to the mat. Rather than continue the offense, he gets the ladder and wedges it in a corner. He pulls Long to his feet and whips him into the corner with the ladder set up. Long spots this at the last second and somersaults the ladder but his legs become hooked in the top rope. He is in the Tree of Woe. MVP runs at the ladder and drop kicks it so that it loosens from the wedge and hits Long square in the chest. Long yells pitifully as MVP exits the ring to get another ladder.

Max: What’s he doing?

Daniel: I think that original ladder got buckled with the drop kick. He wants a sound ladder to climb for the belt.

MVP gets back in the ring with a second eight rung ladder and sets it up underneath the title belt. He climbs as Long tries to extricate himself from the Tree of Woe position, his T-shirt torn from the impact of the ladder.

First step – Long struggles
Second step – Long frees his legs
Third step – Long gets himself the right way up
Fourth step – Long kicks at the ladder trapping him in the corner
Fifth step – The ladder clatters away
Sixth step – Long makes his way across to the ladder
Seventh step – Long reaches the ladder on the opposite side from MVP
Eighth step – Long starts to climb his side of the ladder as MVP reaches for the belt

And reaches…………..and reaches………..

Daniel: Wha?????? The belt is too high! Even at full stretch on the top step, MVP cannot reach the title and he’s what…….six one? He’s got a couple of inches over Long so I don’t see how either man can reach the belt.

Max: They need a bigger ladder.

Daniel: Or someone to lower the belt but I don’t see anyone making any moves on the backstage monitor and I’m quite sure that that’s the standard ladder in the WPW kit bag.

Long reaches the top of the ladder on the other side and they start to trade blows.

Max: That ladder is wobbling like Pamela Anderson having an epileptic fit on a bouncy castle.

The ladder teeters until Long catches MVP with a big forearm on the temple and MVP flies off the ladder onto the top rope then flat on his back. Long considers the strap dangling just out of reach but goes for a Long Shot instead. He Frog Splashes MVP from the very top rung of the stepladder and the bounce caused by the impact causes the ladder to topple over onto the other rope.

Daniel: Long Shot from what must have been twelve feet in the air! I thought we had seen the last of Jesse Long’s high fly style but that’s just insane!

Time stands still as both men recover from the impact of the last bump. A close up on Long’s face sees him try to make sense of the title belt being too high to reach with the available ladder. Being the first to recover, he throws a couple of forearms across MVP’s upper chest then exits the ring to seek for a longer ladder. He circles the ring, pulling out three more ladders, but discards them as all being smaller than the one in the ring. He goes for Mina Henderson’s chair instead and she scuttles away, clutching her microphone for protection.
Long gets back in the ring, wielding the chair. MVP sees his approach and Mule Kicks the chair back in Long’s face. MVP goes to rebalance the ladder but Long comes straight back at him. MVP clotheslines him to Hell (OK, the mat) but Long grabs an ankle and brings MVP down with him.

Max: Neither man giving an inch here.

Daniel: But that’s what they’re short of – inches.

Max: That’s not what Jesse’s sister told me. He’s not called Long for nothing.

Daniel: Do you have to mention that unfortunate incident every Jesse Long commentary?

Max: Sure I do. It’s in my contract.

Long applies a Rear Naked Choke to further weaken MVP then suddenly switches to the JLO – the Jesse Long Omoplata.

Daniel: There’s no way out of that. Long just has to keep the omoplata applied until MVP begs for mercy.

Max: That won’t help him reach the belt though.

Daniel: I don’t know if Jesse cares about that any longer.

Long’s eyes stray up to the belt however and he loosens his grip on MVP’s legs while keeping the lock on the shoulder. Dragging MVP over to the ladder, he rams his head against the steps a couple of times. Long switches the centre of gravity of his body though and this brings MVP to the mat where he releases the shoulder lock. Long gets in a huge kick flush on MVP’s chin and he seems to lose consciousness momentarily so Long goes back to the ladder after fetching the discarded chair. He climbs….

Max: This match is headed for a climax as big as Ron Jeremy after a month in a monastery.

Long gets to the top step and sets up the chair so that it is precariously balanced on top of the steps. He puts one foot on the chair but it wobbles furiously.

MVP has recovered and sees what Long is trying to do so he gets up the ladder on the opposite side and swings a punch like a Glasgow welder on a Saturday night bender (translation available)
Long’s leg slips and the chair clatters to the floor. MVP continues his assault with a vicious headbutt to Long who reels and looks ready to fall. MVP grabs him and, with impressive strength, hoists Long onto his shoulders.

Daniel: Oh My God! MVP is going to Angle Slam Long to the mat from the very top of that ladder. That could kill him.

MVP does look ready to deliver the Most Valuable Move but instead, drops him astride the top of the ladder. He jumps onto Long’s body, giving him the extra few inches he needs to grab the God of Live title which hangs above their heads.
Carefully, he descends the ladder holding the belt aloft while Long remains face down on top of the ladder.

Ding Ding

Mina: Your winner……….and NEW God of Live, Emmmmmm Veeeeeeee Peeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!

Daniel: He did it! He did it! Well that’s a hell of a way to start a new year – by becoming a God.

Max: It beats me. I just had a can of beer and a truckload of aspirin. Used up all my Christmas presents in one go.

Daniel: That wasn’t you under the mistletoe with Tina Bee on the stroke of midnight then.

Max: Might have been. I’ve got a suspicion that someone replaced my aspirin with Rohypnol.

Daniel: Let’s salute the new God of Live as Jesse Long slowly gets down from that ladder. He was holding onto that title until the last seconds of the match but MVP just snatched it away with one smart move. Is MVP the MVP of the Tournament of Champions? Well, we shall see. Meanwhile, let’s go over to Carlos to see if Scorch has actually reported in yet!

Carlos is sitting in his office in the back watching the show on a personal monitor when a knock on his door is heard. He shouts for the person to enter and does not look up from his viewing as Darian Entreri steps into the room. Carlos motions for Entreri to approach him and the former God of Live walks up to his desk. He starts fumbling through his pockets while Carlos grows impatient.

Carlos: Do you have something you wish to talk to me about or are you just going to stand there playing with yourself?

Darian: Here we are, listen we all saw what you did at the start of the show, stripping Scorch of his WPW Championship. But I am not here about that. What I am here about is your threat of firing him for no showing. I wanted you to know, he did try to show himself in the time leading to the show. I have the proof right here on this tape. Go ahead and listen…

Scorch?: Two men are left following an epic battle that saw more than thirty men challenge one another for the mere opportunity to fight for the WPW Championship. They gave everything they had in the ring each time they entered for a match. In the end, only one man is going to walk away a winner. With each victory, they did not become winners, they only moved one step closer to the end goal. No matter where they stood when the Tournament begin, every wrestler had the same objective in mind, to defeat the five others that would stand in their way to make it to the sixth match.

Now I would like to think you already know who I am. Just in case you are unfamiliar, or perhaps you need a refresher, allow me to introduce myself. I am the sixth man, the WPW Champion, Scorch. I am the one last obstacle standing in the way of another man’s dream. I am the one who already occupies the peak, the one perched at the pinnacle. I am the last step on the way to the WPW Championship. I am the Three Second Sensation, the leader of the Resistance. I am your reward and I am your greatest disappointment.

You see when this tournament begin everyone knew the winner was going to be the next WPW Champion. They would ride all the momentum that comes along with five wins where it was all on the line, and walk right into a title match and leave a champion. The only problem is nobody ran this by me first.Nobody bothered to see if the current WPW Champion was on board with simply giving up what he has worked so hard to earn so somebody else could have their shot with the gold. Not even a phone call came my way to ask if I was okay with it.

Now I cannot blame them for doing this. They must have known what my answer was going to be. You see over the past few months this title and I, we have become attached to one another. He bears my name and in a way, I bear his. There is nothing I will not do to keep our names together, no limits to what I will do to stay the WPW Champion. So long as…

Darian: The feed cuts out there for some reason, but you can clearly see he made every effort to…

Carlos: Enough. That could be anybody’s voice. I have no idea what you are trying to pull but my ultimatum stands, he shows up tonight or he never shows again.




Once more Darian Entreri is seen in the back, dashing towards Carlos’ office. He finds Carlos standing outside on his cell phone and Darian grabs him and begins to pull him in the direction he came from.

Carlos: What the hell do you think you are doing?

Darian: He is here. Come on, quickly, you said he needed to be here, well he came, hurry up!

Carlos: What are you blathering on about? Who is here?

Darian: Scorch, he is here, now come quickly!

Carlos: Scorch can come to me if he wants to keep his job. Now get out of here before I fire you too.

Darian turns away from Carlos, defeated. His posture drops as he walks away his head scanning about desperately. Carlos, annoyed, flips his phone open again and resumes going about his business.


Tag Team Number One Contender's Match
David Nicolls & Desmond Troy vs. Mike Adams & Jamie Parker vs. Forsaken & Sky Ryder vs. Jokester & ???

Daniel: Okay, we are here once more, ready for our eight men matchup.

Max: what’s this match for?

Daniel: Why its contendership for the WPW Tag Team Title actually, eight men, making teams of four..

Max: And as each team gets eliminated, then we boil down to two and...

Daniel: Actually, no! This match will be one pinfall deciding a winner, with four teams there will be a need for a lot of order as the match may get pretty chaotic.

Max: Just the way we like to see our matches...

Daniel Thus only two men will be allowed in at a time, when you want a tag out, you reach over and get your partner to come in.. or you can tag in the opposition.

Max: Why the hell would anyone ever do that?

Daniel: Strategy! If you tag in the opposition, that means that both your teams are resting up and ready to fight later on when the going is tough!

Max: Ahh...

Daniel: I suppose you wanna know which teams are in this little matchup?

Max: Oh I know, We have Jamie Park..

“The Prisoner” by Iron Maiden hits and out walks Jamie Parker. He stops and poses for the crowd... before he is suddenly attacked from behind. A steel chair cracking along the base of his Skull!

Daniel: Oh My God!

Jamie Parker Falls like a boulder from a clip and hits the ground. Sky Ryder and forsaken, look down on him, the chair in Sky’s hand that hit him.

Max: God, more of this?

Daniel: It seems that Domination couldn’t wait for the match to Start. Here they are, Broad Daylight, attacking Parker.

Max: they’re not done yet!

Sky tells Forsaken to grab the leg of Parker. He does so. Sky then raises the chair above his head and brings it down right on the ankle, smashing into it with a deafening crunch!

Daniel: My god, they just broke Parker’s Ankle

Max: Smashing it to atoms!

The Two look at Sky’s chair, now bent beyond usage anymore, he tosses it aside and the look down at the fallen Parker, holding his leg. They look to perform more on the enemy but. “What I’ve Done” By Linkin Park Begins to Play, Mike Adams runs out and Domination retreats from Parker Adams Checks on him, along with several paramedics. It is not long before a stretcher is brought out and Parker is whisked away, leaving Adams alone.
Daniel: Well, that was just plain Horrible.

Max: And look at those two, just sitting in the ring, ready to get this match on, knowing now it’s a Triple threat.. Hey, why Exactly did they Target Parker of all people? Why not Jokester?

Daniel: Who knows how Forsaken and Sky Ryder’s Minds work? Perhaps it was due to the fact Jamie Parker is a Two Time Tag team champion, the most decorated and probably the most skilled man in Tag Competition! Or they decided to go and attack whoever came out first!

Adams moves towards the ring, looking ready to start a fight with the two men responsible for Parker’s demise. But he moves past them and over to a corner, grabbing a tag rope

Daniel: He is insane, Mike Adams is signalling that, even with no partner, he will continue in this match!

Max: He has either too much testosterone or not enough brains, I’d imagine it’s both!

“Soldiers” by Drowning Pool begins to echo throughout the arena, along with the sounds of sirens.

Max: It’s Scott Steiner! Jokester’s Partner is Scott Steiner..

Daniel: you’re an Idiot.. That Desmond Troy’s music.. and he’s not Jokester’s Partner Either.. he’s David Nicolls!

Max: Holla!!! If Ya HEAR ME!!!!!

Daniel: Shut Up.

Desmond Troy then jumps into view and stands looking over at the scene around him. Sky Ryder and Forsaken are looking on over at him, pacing from inside the ring and daring him to come closer towards them. Desmond sees this and moves forwards.

Daniel: Oh crap, it looks like a second beating is going to take place tonight!

But as he does, “Hearts on Fire” hits and David Nicolls explodes out to a series of cheers, he is running full pelt and surprises the hell outta Sky and Forsaken. Who step back. As they do, both David and Desmond hit the ring and slide under, appearing and fully standing. Sky and forsaken look over at them and look ready to attack.. but don’t!

Daniel: Well, Desmond and David are now here.. that means all we need is..

“Star Spangled Banner” begins to echo through the arena and out comes Jokester. As soon as he is out in the open he turns around paranoid, as if Sky Ryder and Forsaken might be jumping him from behind as well. He turns around and looks left.. then right before a deckchair, not a steel chair but a deckchair, flies out at him.

Max: That’s it? His partner is a deckchair??

Daniel: Not surprising by Jokester if it’s true.. but let’s wait and see.

Jokester rubs his own head and carts the chair to the centre of the entrance ramp, aiming up at the screen. He looks there himself and settles himself down on it..

Max: What the hell is going on here?

Daniel: I think it’s a video of some sort..

FLASH...

AAAAAHHHAAA!

Max: God, not another one!

Jokester’s Voice-Over: In the history of American Vice Presidents there have been hundreds of memorable names.. 43 come to mind. Like.. George Bush Sr., Al Gore. Layfield Bradshaw Johnson... Ummm. Steve Rogers...

SAVIOR OF THE UNIVERSE!

You want a 44th name to commit to memory Don’t you?

I’ll make it something easy for you... Beno perhaps, four letters is Easy to remember.

*There is the unmistakable sound of stunned silence*

But No..

*Crowd Cheers*

Quote:
This Time, I’m serious

...

That'll put the Whyndam up 'em, mammoth style! They won't be X-P*cting that! Look, chuck me a beer, will ya? Out of Bud? Let's have a Toa instead then. Crack a Toa for me, there's a good lad.


Now, in all seriousness, don’t look for any hints in what I’ve been saying all week, you’ll NEVER find it there.. I’m going to tell you who I found for a partner.. He wanted to appear with a whole series of enigmatic “Soon” question and mystery promos.. But that’s boring.. anyway he cracked a bad Benoit jokes too, so we changed his promos to “Too Soon?”

Without further ado, in my travels, of kissing hands and shaking babies, I have seen some ugly babies! And in them, I found our Vice President! The Ugliest baby I could find!

Daniel: What?

Max: He chose a BABY as his Vice Presidential Candidate?

Forsaken bursts out in laughter, not comedic laughter, but the fact his opponent is a baby!

Jokester’s Voice-Over: Really ugly baby.. At Least I think it was.. Cried as much as Mike Adams without a nap, Ass as white as Sky Ryder’s face, Smelt as bad as David Nicolls’s locker room toilet... And he was covered in what I assumed to be Talcum Powder.. Mind you, not around the nappy, which is odd... More around the Nose...

Do I have to spell this out to you?

....

Oh Come on....

....

I Have a Dream?

Daniel: Oh.. god no!!!

Max: What? What?

“I Want to be in A-MER-I-CA” begins to play...

Mike Adams jaw literally drops to the floor as this music begins to play. The other four, as new superstars, seem perplexed by the West Side Story number playing.

Daniel: it’s...

Max: Who?

Daniel:... The Dream!

The Fans, several of them, scream the loudest, and the rest follow in the pop. Soon enough, in a hail of powder out comes THE DREAM!! He holds a bottle of baby powder before him and is squeezing it, sending out small clouds of powder around him. He even wears a large bed sheet as diaper! Jokester stands up to welcome his old friend back to the ring but Dream immediately jumps into his arms, throwing the Powder bottle out into the audience.

Daniel: My.. God! All this week, I think I was secretly hoping that Jokester might have found The Dream to be his partner... Really I thought it might have just been me hoping. We all thought it would be Tank, or maybe... well...Someone else!

Max: I do not like this, not at all!

The two then turn and run to the ring. Dream at a waddle due to his baggage of his diaper.. It falls down, luckily for us to reveal normal Wrestling gear underneath. The two slides under the ring and Celebrate to the crowd. Each of the other three teams has taken their place on a corner each. Dream jumps around, still celebrating his return, traces of baby powder all over him still.

Daniel: Well this is a Shock. The Dream Team will be in contendership for the tag team titles, fighting an array of teams. Domination, D&D, both of whom had no members around back in the Days of The Dream and The Jokester! And there is the lonely Mike Adams, willing to try his heart out, even though his partner is injured, he will be competing without an ally...

Max: ...Against a man who willingly acknowledges that he hates him.

Daniel: Exactly!

*Ding Ding*

The Dream Team moves across to the only empty position available. Forsaken jumps into the ring first, signalling that he will start for his team. The Jokester follows him over and willingly starts this off for his own team as well, leaving Both Members of D&D, Mike Adams, Sky Ryder and The Dream on the outside, looking on at the battle.

The Jokester turns around and is immediately knock off his feet by a kick from Forsaken who is screaming into this match regardless of what happens to him. The Jokester falls like a tree but rolls out of the way as Forsaken drops an elbow. Forsaken lunges at the Jokester but Jokester uppercuts Forsaken, spiralling him backwards. The Jokester then chops at Forsaken’s chest, knocking the star backwards. Jokester keeps this riling up until they reach the ropes. Jokester riles up and looks for anther chop with some extra oomph, but instead follows with an almighty headbutt right to Forsaken’s Jaw! Forsaken, lying on the ropes flips up and goes almost vertical. But the Jokester grabs him before he flies over. The Jokester then turns Forsaken around and drives him to the ground in a Spinebuster move!

Daniel: Oh, and the Jokester is really starting off well, Forsaken tried to steamroll his opponent, but he’s going up against a former PCW Champion in The Jokester.

Max: We have like Five PCW Champions, don’t we here?

Daniel: Three. Dream, Jokester and Adams.

Max: Meh, I rounded up.

The Jokester leans over Forsaken but Forsaken performs a quick monkey flip on his back and sends The Jokester over to the opposing corner. Forsaken jumps up and then begins to lay punch after punch after punch into The Jokester. Forsaken then reaches down and begins to Twist The Jokester’s arm around his own and a martial arts looking move. The Jokester stands as his arm is locked in Place by Forsaken. But the Jokester uses his free arm to punch away at Forsaken’s face. Forsaken Reels back at this but his arm is still locked. Jokester tries once more to punch but Forsaken goes all out and performs a hiptoss with the arm locked around the Jokester. Jokester flips n the air and lands, his arm now free of Forsaken but he holds his shoulder in agony, the move clearly putting a lot of weight on it. Forsaken holds his forearm as well, rubbing it in pain, but he is clearly not as crippled as the Jokester.

Daniel: Forsaken is a Martial Arts expert, showing his prowess.

Max: Why do they call it a Martial “Art”? It’s not exactly like painting, is it?

Daniel: it’s an art because it’s about expression... Look, you saw how Forsaken got that Arm lock in but then had to change things around, That’s the art in Martial arts, about change and improvisation because it’s not mathematics, things don’t always go one way..

Forsaken charges a knee into the Jokester before picking him up. He look over and throws him into a Corner, Forsaken charges in and slams the sole of his boot right into the Jokester. Then his shoulder crashes right into him as well. Forsaken tries to push Jokester’s head back but he is interrupted by a punch from.. Desmond Troy!

Daniel: Forsaken should have taken note of where he was, he had gone into an enemy corner where both Desmond and David are waiting.

Forsaken stumbles back. But everyone is distracted as the referee has signalled that a tag has occurred. Sky looks over and starts to get into the ring, even though he is directly opposite from his partner. The referee, Chris Kay tells him to stop. And then points at troy! Troy looks confused, he looks at Desmond and then down at Forsaken, still holding his jaw..

Daniel: Ohh, that punch!. When Desmond Troy punched Forsaken, it was essentially a blind tag! Forsaken is out and Now Troy is fighting the Jokester!

Max: Ah, caught him, cheeky thing!

Forsaken gets to his feet and looks over at Desmond, realising the punch came from him. He charges over but both Troy and Nicolls get their elbows up, stunning Forsaken. Forsaken is then latched upon by David Nicolls who wraps his arm around his head. Nicolls then lifts Forsaken and takes him out of the ring, but vertically! David has Forsaken in a Vertical Suplex which continues until both Nicolls And Forsaken hit the floor on the outside of the ring with a heavy thud!

Daniel: My God. Nicolls just took Forsaken pretty far out of this competition is what could be described as the most devastating Vertical Suplex in WPW’s history!

Desmond looks over at David Nicolls and whispers thanks to him, of course David is writhing in pain so it’s doubtful that he heard him. Troy leaps into the ring and lands on the Jokester, taking him down with a bulldog. Troy gets up and drills Jokester with an axe handle shot to the back of the head. He goes down face first and goes limp. Desmond kneels down and goes for a pinfall..

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2......

Jokester kicks out with relative ease.

Max: Not going to put him down like that, is he? You’ve got to think bigger, Desmond.

Daniel: Agreed. But Desmond doesn’t look so shocked. However look at Adams, I think he’s had enough of this and wants to go all in!

Max: He’s missing a tag partner, which may not be so wise!

Daniel: Well all in is still a lot from Mike Adams, he may be able to use his considerable skill to get something from this match!

Desmond drops the Jokester quickly, rushing to meet Adams. The Unstoppable One is a step ahead of the pack however, drilling Troy with right hands before he can even get a shot. Adams keeps up the assault with the right hands, each one knocking the Medieval destroyer back.... Knee to the gut from Troy changes everything in a blink of an eye. Mike Adams crumbles to his knee spluttering for breath, the Speed of Troy nearly driving his insides out. Troy massages his jaw to eliminate the stiffness of the Adams Assault and connects with a powerful stomp down across the back of Adams' head.

Daniel: It seems all Mike has done now is given a bit of a reprieve to The Jokester.

Max: He’s probably wishing he had a partner of some description...

Troy hauls Adams up with no dignity. Face first goes Mike Adams into the top turnbuckle, where Forsaken and Nicolls still lay on the mat nearby. Troy smiles before cracking Adams' jaw with an unmerciful right hand. Irish whip across to the otherside....... The Jokester is however up and clotheslines through the poor Mike Adams who crashes to the mat. Troy spots the Presidential runner and charges him. Jokester doesn't slow down at all and charges right through the Medieval One, clotheslining him.

Daniel: Jokester charging through not one, but TWO superstars without breaking his motion.

Max: He’s just perpetual motion, should really diet!

The Jokester drops down and lifts the leg of Desmond Troy.

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2...

Sky Ryder breaks it up!

The Jokester looks up at Sky who had planted his boot to Jokesters back. Jokester rises up and Sky is forced back by the referee to his corner. Almost happy to get off without incurring the wrath of the Jokester

Daniel: Sky Ryder, no one can ever call that boy unintelligent, he’s never without a mind game somewhere up his sleeve.

The referee picks up Mike Adams who shakes his head. David Nicolls has also returned to the ring and is looking over at Troy. Jokester doesn’t notice Troy crawling over to his partner, even though Dream and The fans are warning him. He is moving menacingly over to Sky Ryder. Sky tells the referee to keep him away, but before anything can happen Jokester taps Sky on the back, like he’s congratulating him.

Max: Well, that’s... Odd.

But the referee slaps his hands together. Sky looks over and sees that Jokester has actually tagged in Sky! He doesn't look worried until Another slap occurs and Desmond succeeds in tagging in Nicolls! Sky’s eyes widen. He tries to tag Jokester back in, but Jokester isn’t in a corner, he shakes his head as he leaves to join The Dream.

Max: Jokester, of course, isn’t without an intellect of his own, still geared towards comedy for the fans it seems, as they are loving the bad guy getting his just desserts!

Sky jumps in the ring and dropkicks The Jokester, as revenge for this act,. Jokester flies from the ring and twists over the ropes, getting his head literally caught between the two ropes! Dream tries to enter the ring but is stopped. Nicolls uses this to his advantage too and charges with fist flying at Sky. Ryder retaliates and the two are soon in an exchange of batterings at one another. Sky however gets an insanely quick advantage and ducks a punch that sends Nicolls spinning like a Top. Sky then runs over to the ropes and tries to climb it like Jeff Hardy, however Troy wobbles the ropes and takes Ryder down, giving Him a moment’s reprieve. The Jokester still swing, but has made it so that he is no longer having the pressure on his neck, now he sits and works away at getting the ropes off of him.

Max: I think Troy and Nicolls have had the best teamwork so far, They’ve got my vote to win

Daniel: You mean your bet?

Max: Yeah, that too! Was meant to be a Jokester election reference but clearly you don’t get it!

Nicolls runs over and splashes right onto Sky Ryder. He lifts poor squished Sky up and throws him into a corner. Sky’s own empty corner. He then slams right into him, clotheslining him into it. He then grabs and throws him at the opposing corner. Doing the same thing. Clothesline, whip, run, clothesline, whip.... But Sky If by luck or fatigue, ducks by falling to the floor. He then lands a hidden low blow to David Nicolls. Nicolls keels over, but before he does he raises a knee and catches Sky Ryder right in the eye socket! Nicolls then falls to the floor and Sky lays on his back, staring at the lights!

Daniel: These two men have taken one another down and out!

Eventually Sky Ryder is up. He looks over to see that David Nicolls is slowly but surely getting us as well, he is currently on his knees. Sky Ryder wastes no time and runs at Nicolls. But he runs past him and away from David. Perhaps he does waste time. But no. Sky runs up the turnbuckle again, still not learning his lesson from last time. However he is uninterrupted by anyone and twists right off it, spinning around and connecting with the Low Ryder onto the only just awake David Nicolls!

Daniel: The Low Ryder right onto a completely unsuspecting David Nicolls, this cannot end good!

Max: It could end great for Sky Ryder!

Sky Ryder hooks the leg of David Nicolls. Nicholls arms flail around, draping everywhere, specifically to one corner! The referee drops down and begins the count

ONE!

There is a distinct Slap noise!

TWO......

No! The pinfall is broken up by....

Daniel & Max: The Dream!!

The Dream got The Hand of David Nicolls! But the referee did not see the clap, hw was too busy counting the pinfall! Dream, unknowing he is not the legal man, kicks Sky Ryder in the head and Sky Jumps off of Nicolls. Dream charges at Sky and pushes, literally with both hands while charging, Sky back down who falls, not painfully but oddly on his backside. He then dropkicks his chest and stands up over him.. but soon enough Forsaken enters the fray Delivering a spinning heel Kick to the back of the Dream. Sky Ryder is soon up and joining in on Domination’s.. domination of The Dream.

Max: Not the best way for The Nicaraguan Death Squadder to start off his new WPW Career, stuck between a Rock and a hard place.

Forsaken and Sky Ryder whip The Dream at the ropes, he bounces backwards towards them and ins met with a double clothesline from the team. They don’t let The Ex-PCW Champion get away easily and soon enough Poor Dream is getting double teamed once more! Both members of Domination now have their arms wrapped around the Dream’s neck, ready and anticipating a Suplex position! The lift Dream but Dream drops back to his own feet. Out of almost nowhere, and as if repelling gravity themselves, Sky and Forsaken lift off the ground. Dream has them up and lifts them over himself, one arm each! Sky and Forsaken land awkwardly on the ground behind The Dream. Dream then performs a quick kip up and is on his Feet. As Desmond Troy enters the Ring!

Daniel: The Dream is back! He’s back!!!

Troy charges in but Dream meets him with a Clothesline, taking him down! Sky is also up and he meets the same fate. Troy gets up again and The Dream is ready! Then Forsaken, all clotheslined down to meet their fate. Dream looks absolutely pumped at this. But doesn’t remain so.. He is suddenly spun around and comes Face To Face with...

Daniel: Mike Adams!

Max: Old Rivalries don’t die, especially these two!

Mike Looks ready to fight and The Dream smirks and shakes his head, looking ready to go nuts on Adam’s ass. But before anything happens, Mike launches a kick right at the midsection of The Dream .Dreams eyes bulge from his sockets as he sinks down to the ground. Mike looks satisfied and yells something along the lines of “an Eye for an Eye”

Daniel: A Year ago exactly, at When Worlds Collide, The Dream and Mike Adams were partners for Team PCW. Just at the end The Dream performed his signature manoeuvre, the Square In The Nuts, on Adams to let WPW get the win and PCW die! Mike has probably hated Dream ever since!

Max: Vengeance is sweet!... Of course he hasn’t been out here either!

Mike lifts up Dream and moves towards the nearest turnbuckle. Referee Chris Kay is lost, trying to restore some balance. David Nicolls is up and he has found his way over to Forsaken. Sky Ryder has forced Desmond Troy on the ropes and is now attempting to lift him out of the ring, not dissimilar to the usual Royal Rumble Hold. The Jokester is the man free and he is only just now free of the ropes. Jokester looks over at the scene and sees one important thing, The Dream about to Be Unstoppabombed! Jokester charges over, pushing past Forsaken who now has an advantage over Nicolls.

Daniel: Jokester is running in almost slow motion, he has to get over there to save his partner from an Unstoppabomb!

Max: Saving Dream from retribution!

Meanwhile Sky Ryder has flipped Desmond Troy over the ropes.. But Troy has locked his legs around Sky’s head. As Troy sails over the ropes, he grabs them and pulls down, slingshotting Ryder up and over. Troy lands on the ring apron while Sky hits the ground on the outside with a thud. Troy looks over at Nicholls who is being thrown at the ropes by Forsaken. Nicolls hits the ropes opposite Troy and bounces back, Forsaken lets a spinning heel kick fly at David’s head, but David ducks it and continues on towards the ropes. He hits the Side with Troy, who grabs onto him, negating his inertia. David looks back and thanks Troy for that. Forsaken is momentarily stunned but soon enough is leading with a vertical kick aimed at taking both members of D&D out of the ring... But Troy and Nicolls dive out of the way, Forsaken’s leg flies over the ropes, and lands on the opposite side! Forsaken yells in pain as his own weight presses down between his legs.

Daniel: Oh God. I’m guessing that Forsaken might not be able to do any high kicks for a while!

Max: I think he probably lost them! He may be able to join a ballet troupe and do a heap of kicks in the air there!

Troy jumps up once more and grabs Forsaken’s head, pulling it down on the ropes, causing it to shoot like an arrow in a bow. Nicolls is also up and grabs Forsaken’s arm, at the request of Desmond Troy he locks in his signature move, the Fujiwara Armbar! The Yells of Forsaken get the attention of Chris Kay, the referee. He drops to his knees and begins to officiate the move.

Meanwhile, The Jokester had reached Mike Adams Just at the last moment. Mike had the Dream on his shoulders and on the top rope . Jokester slips under Adams and pushes him over, now the Jokester has Adams in a powerbomb position. Jokester turns around, now with both himself and The Dream facing into the Ring. Jokester tries to balance but it looks all to no avail and they start to fall like a Canadian oak and Adams and dream come crashing down in the middle of the ring, narrowly missing Forsaken and Nicolls, who is still stuck in the armbar!

Daniel: Holy Crap!

Fans: Holy Shit!

Max: That was a hell of a reversal.. An Unstoppabomb being reversed into a Powerbomb! And Dream on top of Adams made it a kind of West Coast Pop thing too!

Mike looks dead before The Jokester and The Dream... The two look at one another and then smile. For those of us who remember, there was a very popular move called Contain The Bees. Dream and Jokester then yell out the name and the crowd explodes to their feet. Dream begins to scale the turnbuckle and Jokester lifts Mike Adams up!

Forsaken trows an arm out towards the ropes but he can’t reach, he tries to place his arms under himself to move over, But one arm is still taken by David Nicolls. He struggles to commando crawl his way over, still plain refusing to tap out.

Daniel: Forsaken does look to be in trouble doesn’t he? He’s got that arm that Jokester injured.. or rather that he injured while throwing around The Jokester.

The Jokester now has Adams once again on his shoulders. Dream faces out to the audience, who is popping for the move that is almost a piece of history now. Nicolls still has Forsaken locked in, but there is no more Screaming for the moment, this causes Referee Kay to move back To Forsaken and start dropping his arm. At the same Time The Dream launches his moonsault and flies. He grabs Adams head while in the air and bring him off Jokesters shoulders with a DDT!

Daniel: Oh it’s been a good eleven months since we saw a move like that!

Max: Pinfall time.. but Nicolls Has Forsaken..

The Dream Hooks the leg of Adams, as Jokester watches on in glee! The referee leaves Forsaken’s side and moves to make the pinfall..

Daniel: Wait, this could be it!

Max: Look out Nicolls, Dream is stealing your Win!

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Forsaken Taps. 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Referee Kay, looks back down at the scene! It seems that the Pinfall and the submission coincided! The bell has already rung and Both Dream and Nicolls are celebrating. The referee thinks for a moment before calling over Mina and whispering in her ear.

Max: what the hell is going on!

Daniel: I don’t know!

Mina: Ladies and Gentlemen... Here are your winners and Number one Contenders for the Tag team Titles... David Nicolls and Desmond Troy!!!!

David and Desmond throw their fists up in the air! Dream and Jokester look on appalled at the decision!

Daniel: Of course. David is still the legal man, Dream did think he tagged in but it wasn’t counted by the referee!

Max: So...

Daniel: So they get to challenge JMC and The Judge for their titles!

Max: Which may be harder as there is currently a 66 percent chance that one of those two will be World Champion!

David and Desmond have both moved back up the ramp, The Dream team looking on. Dream fuming his first match, which he thinks should have been his victory, was not!

The scene changes and we see "Masterful" Michael Karver, he is performing sprints across his locker room floor, he stops and jumps on the spot, practicing punches on an invisible opponent!

Daniel: There he is, some would say the next WPW champion, now only needing just ONE victory to get his WPW title!

Karver continues to jump and punch, looking fit, ready and most of all, determined!






We cut to backstage where Dan Murph is standing in his wrestling gear holding a microphone with a rather devious grin on his face.

Dan: Since it doesn't appear as though any of the backstage staff in this company actually know how to do their jobs. I've decided to take it upon myself to interview the greatest wrestling to come from the shithole that is Emerald Isle, Me, The Irish God Dan Murph. Tonight is my first appearance at the Tournament of Champions. And naturally just by gracing you hideous people with my presence brings the quality of this show up tremendously. But I'm not here to talk about how much better than all of you I am. I'm here to talk about the open challenge that I have been selected to compete it tonight. Of course, it makes sense that WPW have chosen me to compete in this match. Why wouldn't they?? they know the second I cut a promo announcing that I wanted to be in this match that the buyrates for this pay-per-view went up by 200%. But I'm not here to remind you people about how miserable your sad little lives would be without having me to watch on your television sets. I'm not here to boost buyrates or sell merchandise. I'm here for one reason. Tonight, in the middle of the ring, at the Tournament of Champions, the first show of 2008. After 8 months of not quite being myself. Dan Murph makes the step up once again. Tonight you people will witness the beginning of the new era in WPW. The era of Irish...GOD!! Where everyone is welcome to come fight me, but I can't guarantee you'll leave with full use of your legs. It seems every year, its around this time that I make a statement. Whether I win a championship, or destroy four of the companies best in on go. Tonight my statement is clear. A shot at any championship of my choosing awaits me. And whether you miserable people who wrote me off for so long like it or not, Dan Murph will walk out of this tatty little building tonight with a title shot. And I think its more than clear which belt I will be going for.

Tonights main event, 3 men will face off in the Tournament of Champions final. With the victor, leaves the spoils, the WPW World Heavyweight Championship. Well I'm putting the winner on notice right now. I don't care who you are, I don't care what you've done. I don't care if you're masterful, a thespian or a Judge. Because one week from tonight on TNT, You will be defending the World Heavyweight Championship against me. And unlike previous opportunities, believe me, this one will not go to waste. So get used to hearing it, because from next week you will be hearing it a lot. Your winner, the WPW World Heavyweight CHAMPIONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN....Dan....Murph....B IT-

JMC: C...H. I know, Blah de Blah... We have all heard it before, and we have all turned it around to turn you into said bitch.

Cassius walks into the frame behind Dan. He swivels around immediately to see Cassius looking smug before him.

Murph: Oh well if it isn't Mr. 9 month champion. I see you lost a little bit of weight. 20 pounds of gold perhaps?? Whats wrong?? Did Royal Knight prematurely finish your daily polishing?? So now you've come to find yourself a real man huh Cassius?? Well I'm sorry little fella, but thats not how I roll. How about you go back to your locker room right now, and get ready for your match. Because if you don't, I might just take you out of it before you even get to the ring.

JMC: Charming as always, Daniel. No.. Actually I am surprised that it isn't you bringing myself flowers, after all you have been talking such positive things about me over the past two weeks that I naturally assumed I had a fancier!

Murph: Well its very nice to know that you crave a big strong man to pick you up when your down. But thats not me. I'd rather pick you up and throw you down. But is there a point to this little visit?? Or have you just come to see me so you have more mental material to play with Tiny Tim when you get back to the showers?

JMC: Again with the homosexuality jokes... No, I am simply here to wish you the very same. That you defeat your enemies and crush them with your alleged muscular frame. Because that very fact, your victory, sends you straight to Royalty and their World Heavyweight Champion.

Murph: Oh I'm shaking in my boots Cassius. And how exactly are you going to accomplish that tonight?? A three on one attack on Karver?? Oh wait, your buddy Judge is in the match too huh?? Damn that old man has his work cut out for him huh??

JMC: You, Daniel.. Like everybody else are going to find out one thing this week. Royalty might be unintimidating, but we are bigger than you or anyone knows!

JMC spins on the spot, leaving Dan Murph in a huff.


Singles Match
Darien Entreri vs.Ryan Patrick Cade

Daniel: Welcome everyone to the new year, and what a way to kick off 2008

Max: That’s right, a PPV on opening day. Let’s see some other company do that!

Daniel: And we start out tonight featuring a grudge match between Ryan Patrick Cade and Darian Entreri. Max, why don’t you explain how this one all went down

Max: Well, to keep things short and quick, Darian has called out Cade on not facing any real challenges. The two came close to blows a few weeks back, and will settle it in the ring

Daniel: The Pay Per View debut of Ryan Cade, and it starts right now

“There Was A Time” hits the speakers in the arena. Ryan Cade slowly makes his way from the back, only looking at the crowd for a moment, before returning his focus on the ring

Mina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first… Ryan Cade!

Daniel: Not much is known about this kid, other than he’s picked up a few wins on Live in recent weeks

Max: Yeah, but those wins were against no-shows. Let’s see how he fares against a real challenge in Entreri

“Overdose” blasts in the arena, as Darian Entreri makes his way to the front of the ring. He rolls inside, staring Ryan down

Mina: And his opponent… Darian Entreri!

Daniel: And you can see right off the bat these two men have a score to settle

Ryan Cade and Darian Entreri come nose to nose, staring each other down, harsh words spewing from their lips. Their foreheads jam into each other, pushing each man back a few steps. Cade breaks the hold first, taking a few more steps back, circling his opponent. Entreri pokes at Cade in the chest, taunting the newcomer. Cade looks down at his chest, and just as quickly Entreri slaps the taste out of his mouth. Cade staggers back, wiping away the blow, and attacks with a running forearm strike, taking Entreri down

Max: Quick moves like that are what’s important

Daniel: Yes, but will this quick burst of energy come back to haunt him?

Max: Not if he wins fast enough

Cade hammers with right hands across the head of Darian. As Entreri makes it back to his feet, Cade pushes him against the ropes. Entreri bounces off from an Irish whip, and is met with a shoulder block by Cade. Entreri hits the ground hard, and Cade takes advantage. Ryan helps Darian back to his feet, grabbing him by the head. Ryan tucks the head, then lifts Entreri high into the air, connecting with a vertical suplex

Daniel: Nice suplex there by Cade

Max: Hard to believe he doesn’t have next to any wrestling experience

Daniel: Well, the way he’s out there, you’d imagine he’d been doing this sort of thing for years

Ryan yells at his challenger, slapping in across the head. Cade helps Entreri back to his feet again, this time stepping behind him. Ryan lifts Entreri with a back drop, causing Darian to hit his head hard against the mat. Darian clutches his head in pain

Daniel: More offense by Cade there

Max: Not to mention a bit of a tongue lashing

Ryan is on his feet, hitting a fierce stomp against the temple of Darian Entreri. Darian rolls onto his knees, backing up toward the corner. As Entreri rises, Cade is there to back him up completely against the turnbuckle, hitting a quick chop against the chest. Darian doubles over a bit, so Ryan sends a right hand against the skull of Entreri. Ryan backs up for another hit, but Darian fights back, sending a boot to the mid section of Ryan Cade. Darian trades places with Cade, and connects with a chop that can be heard across the arena. Darian hits a second chop, with much less noise. A quick punch and kick later, Ryan is on one knee against the ropes

Daniel: And now we see the experience come into play

Entreri stomps against the back of Ryan Cade, until he is down completely. Darian stands on the chest of Ryan, using the ropes for support. The referee begins his count, as Entreri pushes his weight down against the chest of Cade using those ropes. As the referee counts to four, Entreri breaks the hold

Max: Good move by Entreri, breaking the hold after holding it just long enough

Entreri takes a second to catch his breath, allowing Cade to make it back to his knees. Darian quickly answers by slamming his fist against the temple of Ryan over and over. Cade takes each blow, slowing making it to his feet against the ropes. Entreri Irish whips Ryan Cade from the ropes. Ryan bounces off the ropes, and Darian Entreri bends over for a monkey flip. Ryan stops himself just in time, kicking the chest of the Entreri, causing him to jolt back up in pain. Ryan approaches the ropes again, bouncing off. Darian catches him though, and sends him over the ropes. Ryan lands on the apron, and makes it back to his feet. Darian approaches Cade, but Cade drives a shoulder deep into the chest of Darian from the outside. Ryan places his head between the legs of Darian, and flips him out of the ring to the hard ground below

Max: Look out below!

Daniel: Darian takes a nasty fall to the cold concrete below

Ryan exits the ring, taking a few seconds to catch his breath. Entreri is back on his feet, and shakes the cobwebs out. Ryan makes his way over to Entreri, who kicks Cade in the gut to slow him down. Darian hammers against the head of Ryan, before throwing him back in the ring. Darian slides in as well, hitting a quick stomp as he enters

Daniel: Both men are really trading hits back and forth

Darian continues the assault on Cade, hitting quick kick after kick to the head of Ryan Cade. Ryan stumbles his way back to the ropes. Darian positions Cade on the second rope, driving his knees into the small of the back, using the ropes for support again. The referee counts as Darian stretches the ropes apart to drive his knees in deeper. Once again, at four Darian releases the hold

Max: Dairan’s using these ropes to his advantage tonight

Daniel: He needs to pay more attention to not getting disqualified

Darian allows Cade to make it back to his feet, Irish whipping Ryan from the ropes. Once again, Ryan stops himself from bouncing back, taunting Darian to get him. Darian charges, but Ryan sweeps the leg, hanging Entreri on the second rope. Ryan then stands on top, driving the knee into the back and using the ropes for support, screaming “Oh yeah? Well Fuck You Too!” At four, Ryan releases the hold

Max: The short fuse has been lit

Both men are on their feet, but Ryan quickly drops his foe with an enzuguri to the back of the head, sending Entreri down face first. Ryan hits the mat harder though, and rolls out of the ring, the wind knocked out of him

Daniel: Again, the lack of physical ring time is showing

Max: I think that move hurt Cade more than Entreri

As Ryan regains his breath, Darian makes it back to his feet, and charges with a baseball slide on Cade to the outside. Ryan ducks, and nails Darian with a clothesline. Entreri staggers against the turnbuckle, holding his head in pain. Ryan charges with another clothesline, but Darian ducks, causing Ryan to slam his forearm hard against the turnbuckle. Ryan clutches the barricade, nursing his arm to get some feeling back. Darian is quickly on Ryan, with a club to the back which topples Ryan over into the crowd. Darian rolls into the ring to break the ten count, then quickly is over the barricade to attack Ryan Cade

Daniel: Both men now fighting in the crowd it seems

Max: Best seats in the house, I always say

Ryan is met with a thunderous right hand from Entreri, as well as a kick to the midsection. Entreri leads Cade back to the barricade, hitting another club. But Ryan quickly counters by lifting the feet of Darian, sending him crashing to the other side. Ryan hops over, breaks the referees count, then continues to attack

Daniel: Some great defense this time by Ryan Cade

Max: This kid is a bit of a natural it seems

With Entreri down, Ryan grabs one of the production wires on the ground, and starts to choke out Darian. The referee is quickly out of the ring, trying to separate Ryan from Darian, forcing him to release the choke hold. Ryan breaks the lock to avoid disqualification, but stares the referee down. Ryan grabs the head of Darian, and whips him into the ring steps. Darian counters and whips Ryan, who bounces up on top of the steps with great agility. Ryan leaps off onto Darian, who meets Cade with a boot to the gut. With Ryan doubled over, Darian hits a DDT onto the hard ground below, and both men are down

Max: That’s gotta hurt

Daniel: Darian not showing much regard for the rules tonight

Darian is the first man up, rolling back into the ring. Darian looks up into the air, and sees the God of Live belt hanging above the ring. He looks at the belt, then looks across at the ladders on the other side. Darian points at the ladders, drawing a huge pop from the crowd

Daniel: What’s he thinking here?

Darian rolls back out on the opposite side of the ring, and heads towards the ladders set for the God of Live title match

Daniel: Where does he think he’s going?

Max: To the ladders!

Daniel: Those ladders being using later tonight in the God of Live ladder match, but what does Entreri want with them?

Max: Take a wild guess

Drain grabs one ladder, but the referee is quickly there to stop him, much like he did with Ryan. The referee grabs the ladder, but Darian will not let go. The two men start a tug-of-war with the ladder, neither man wanting to give up. After much force, Darian yanks the ladder out of the referee’s hands. The pull of the ladder causes it to swing violently against the head of the official, knocking him out cold

Max: Man down!

Darian checks on the referee, looking at the accident. The referee is knocked out. Darian looks down at the ref, but then quickly returns to the ring, ladder in both hands

Daniel: The referee is down

Max: Yeah, but Darian has a new weapon

Daniel: Folks, I remind you, this is not a ladder match

Darian sets the ladder up in the center of the ring, and starts climbing. Darian almost makes it to the top, when Ryan rolls back in, and climbs up on the same side. Darian lowers himself a few steps, fending off his foe with rights and lefts. Both men are back down on the ground, when Entreri throws Cade directly into the ladder. Ryan staggers back and sinks to the bottom of the turnbuckle corner, as Darian grabs the ladder in both hands. Entreri positions the ladder on top of the adjacent turnbuckle, pointing outwards. Darian then heads towards Ryan, and Irish whips him into the ladder. But Ryan counters, instead whipping Entreri into the front of the ladder

Daniel: A huge whip into the ladder there

Max: Good presence of mind

Daniel: That ladder needs to be out of there

Both men are down, but Cade makes it to his feet first, using the ropes for support. Cade picks the ladder up off the turnbuckle, then drops it against the back of Entreri. Ryan takes a few moments to breathe, then picks the ladder back up. Ryan sets the turnbuckle back up, just as Entreri rises back to standing. The two trade blows, until Cade comes out on top. Cade charges at Entreri with a clothesline, but Darian counters and sends Cade face first into the cold steel

Max: Face buster!

Both men are down for what seems like an eternity, until Darian rises back up. Darian once again grabs the ladder, this time setting it up between the top and middle ropes. Darian then drags Ryan underneath the ropes with a few key punches and kicks. Darian grabs at the legs of Cade, and slingshots him into the ladder. Ryan grabs at his head, clutching it in pain. Darian helps Ryan to his feet, sending him into the turnbuckle. Darian hits Ryan with a few quick shots to the face, making sure he stays down. Darian then heads to the opposite side, where the ladder was set. Darian grabs the ladder, and places it on top of Ryan in the corner. Darian heads to the other side, then charges at Ryan. But Ryan quickly stands, throwing the ladder hard against the body of the running Darian Entreri, sending him down to the mat hard

Daniel: An unorthodox attack by Ryan Cade there

Max: Sometimes that’s the best offense

Ryan pulls himself back up off the ground, dropping an elbow to the chest of Darian. Ryan heads to the turnbuckle, but stops just short. He looks at Darian, then grabs the ladder. He steps between the ropes, the stands on top of them, with the ladder in front. He then falls over the ropes, riding the ladder down on top of Darian Entreri. Both men are down

Daniel: That ladder is being used to destroy these two men’s bodies

Max: It’s not going to be much good later tonight in the real ladder match

Daniel: Exactly. This is not a ladder match, but with the official down, chaos will ensue

Ryan, grabbing at his ribs, is the first one to make it to his feet. He looks down at Darian. He looks up at the crowd, who are going nuts for him. Ryan just shrugs his shoulders, then sprints up the ropes. He stands on the turnbuckle, ready to leap off. Darian starts to show signs of life, when Ryan Cade leaps off without any grace into an awkward body splash, knocking Darian back down again

Max: Look at the kid fly

Ryan returns to his feet, when he notices the ladder still in the ring. Ryan points at the ladder, which draws another huge pop from the crowd. Ryan sets the ladder up near the turnbuckle, nearly ten feet in the air. Ryan climbs to the very top, standing at the highest point. Ryan looks down from the incredible distance, and shrugs his shoulder. Ryan leaps through the air, elbow drop soaring. But Darian rolls out the way, leaving Ryan to crash and burn. Darian makes it to his knees first, allowing him to shove the ladder out of the ring

Daniel: And finally, the ladder is out of there. Maybe now the regular match can continue

Max: If either man has anything left that is

Darian climbs on top of Ryan Cade, hitting rights and lefts at a speed which rivals icebergs. Ryan is only able to get a thumb to the eye, and both men collapse from exhaustion in the center of the ring. The referee has come to, and rolls slowly into the ring. After struggling for a few moments, he makes it to his feet, and begins the count

One…

Two…

Three…

Ryan is the only one moving, using the ropes for support

Four…

Five…

Six…

Ryan Cade had made it to his feet, barely able to stand. Darian is starting to stir as well, making it eventually to one knee

Seven…

Eight…

Nine…

Darian is up, enough to stop the ten count from happening. The two men slowly but surely make it to the center of the ring, where they trade blows. Darian throws a right hand, and after a few seconds, Ryan throws a right of his own. The two slug each other, building speed and momentum, until they’re both firing quickly. Darian swings, but Ryan ducks. As Entreri staggers, Ryan Cade hits the Sugarloaf Stunner, then collapses on top for the cover

One…

Two…

Three…

Mina: Here is your winner… Ryan Patrick Cade!

Ryan Patrick Cade walks towards the side of the ring where the announce crew is and demands a microphone from a member of the stage crew. He looks back down at Darian and shakes his head before the crew member give him the mic.

Daniel: Looks like he has something to say after his victory.

Max: Maybe it's about the lunch stand incident with his opponent.

Daniel: Possibly.

Ryan Patrick Cade: Did you all enjoy that pathetic thing called a match? Did you get what you paid for? Was this piece of trash on the ground worth that 50 dollar ticket? I didn't fucking think so.

This is a pay per view, and still... I have no competition, Just another pathetic jobber to fill time with. The Scorch of the lower mid card if you will.

Loud boos fill the ring, and Ryan Patrick Cade just gives them a dirty look.

Play your little chanting game when I'm done, I don't have time for it. Or if you wish love your champion, just make sure he even survives that night.

I came here to hurt those who deserve it, I came here to spread the pain that I feel, and this is what you give me Carlos? A fucking One rip off? Someone who doesn’t even have it in him to give me a decent match.

Some of the older members of the crowd clap after the little shoot.

Next week, I expect someone worth mentioning. Next week I want someone to take every ounce I have left. Next week, I want talent. Or… I‘m taking out someone with Gold… and then I’m taking there meaningless strap and throwing it in the garbage, where it belongs… along with what this company has become.

Now, all you people at home can fast forward your little tivo’s until you see the next result that no one cares about, but I promise you next week… I make a impact, and you will never forget the name of Ryan Patrick Cade. Next week R.P.C takes over WPW TV and we’ll both go down in flames…

The crowd gives a mixed reaction, some people boo the anger and some fans cheer it. Very split room, everyone else is coming back from the bathrooms and wondering what happened since this match was the “can” match

Love me or hate me, it doesn’t matter. Just know when I say where going down in a blaze of glory…

You better fucking believe it!

Daniel: What a angry young man.

Max: And I guess we’ll see him next week.

Daniel: Is that a good thing?










Singles Match
Gunnar Brian vs. Andrew Xavier


Mina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…

Andrew Xavier’s music blasts through the speakers and after a moment the man himself steps out on stage. The crowd begin to sympathetically cheer for him, a reaction he is not accustomed to.

Mina: Introducing first, Andrew Xavier!

Daniel: This man, Andrew Xavier, you can’t help but feel bad for.

Max: Hey, I thought you didn’t like him.

Daniel: Well, normally I don’t, but after all that’s happened it’s hard to hate the man right now. His wife left him, and she didn’t just leave him but she left him on the wedding alter on national television.

Max: Don’t we only broadcast in Central Florida?

Daniel: Beside the point.

Max: But you said nationa-

Daniel: Beside the point! I was trying to tell you it’s hard to feel any ill will to a man who just went through what he did Max. Christ.

Andrew Xavier rolls under the bottom rope with an expressionless look on his face. He does not seem to be his normal self, but instead looks rather unmotivated as he moves to the corner to lean against the turnbuckle.

Daniel: Andrew Xavier and Gunnar Brian were partners as recent as a few weeks back on live, a match that Gunnar Brian took great exception to after publicly blasting Xavier for weeks straight.

Max: Yeah, but a match which they won. Gunnar is a hothead, and Xavier is a pussy. I lost respect for both of these guys Daniel.

Daniel: So you like Xavier up until he gets betrayed, then he goes on your shit list?

Max: Yes. Do you know how much time Aurora spent on that wedding? Remember how often she talked to the wedding planner to set it up, and Xavier couldn’t even keep his mind focused!

Daniel: …You idiot.

Gunnar Brian’s music hits the speakers and the crowd all turn to the entrance ramp. Much like the past few weeks, the majority of the crowd is sitting, booing a bit, and generally lackluster, but there is a third or so of the audience who are on their feet in applause. The third also tends to be the louder of the bunch, and even more so tonight on PPV than the weeks prior on TNT, the cheers from the minority almost completely cover the majority’s boo’s. Gunnar Brian steps out on the stage, and hearing the response a smile spreads across his face. He nods as he walks down the ramp heading toward the ring.

Daniel: Gunnar Brian over the past few months has made it his mission to “save” WPW. He has nicknamed himself the Savior, and has gone as far as to say Andrew Xavier at his very core is the heart of what is wrong with WPW.

Max: Well, contrary to what I said before, I’m starting to see his point. Xavier made this whole grand debacle over his return, we went as far as to have a wedding on the show two weeks ago, and now look at him. He’s worse than a whiny bitch, he’s a silent bitch, and even though I disagree with Gunnar on a lot of points, maybe… Maybe he’s right about some stuff.

Gunnar rolls under the bottom rope to stand in the ring.

Daniel: Maybe?

Max: Yes Maybe.

Daniel: I would say with almost pure certainty that there’s not one thing this man has said that we haven’t all thought. He’s just the only one with the courage to stand up and say it.

Max: Well whooptie-freaking-do. Pointing out problems doesn’t make you a savior Daniel, it makes you a complainer.

Daniel: Well I’d like to think that if he defeats Xavier here tonight, he’s more then just pointing out a problem, he’s taking care of one.

The bell rings as a sadistic smile spreads across Gunnar Brian’s face. Andrew Xavier takes a half-hearted step forward and the instant he does so Gunnar Brian lunges at him with a forearm smash right to the nose. Xavier takes a step back and brings his hands up to his face and not backing down for a second Gunnar Brian sends a fist directly between the eyes of the larger superstar. Xavier takes a step back recoiling from the blow, and almost instantly Gunnar Brian lifts a leg making almost a Y shape as he sends the flat of his boot into the chin of Andrew Xavier. Xavier’s head and neck get snapped up and back as he falls limply back into the corner.

Daniel: Holy shit, Gunnar Brian just super kicked Xavier’s lights out.

Max: That’s exactly what I mean about Xavier, the dummy can’t focus.

Daniel: Isn’t that what Gunnar said though too? Xavier lights a fire under himself but even if it’s a hot fire, it burns out quickly?

Max: Did Gunnar say those words?

Daniel: Probably not.

Max: I thought that would be too smart for him. I told you Daniel, if these guys both knock each other out I’ll end this night a happy man.

Xavier slumps down in the corner as Gunnar Brian looks out to the crowd. The ones who were booing him earlier have no reaction as most of them don’t care much for Xavier either, and the ones who were cheering him before are now trying to start up a “Sav-i-our” chant. The chant runs the rounds for about 15 seconds before dying down through lack of support, but Xavier is given proper support to his feet by the arm of Gunnar Brian. Gunnar drapes Xavier’s arm over his shoulder and after lifting him completely up he flips him back over and slams him down hard into the mat with a hip toss. Xavier plops down in the center of the ring and Gunnar Brian quickly springs on top of him and hooks the leg.

One
Two
Thr…Kickout!

Daniel: Xavier somehow kicked out of that, but even though we’re not but a minute into the match, he looks like he’s seeing stars Max.

Max: Better than seeing little mini-Auroras I guess. Funny how he had it all and gave it up, for what?

Daniel: He didn’t give it up Max, it was taken from him.

Max: Excuses excuses…

Gunnar Brian grabs Xavier by his hair and uses it to lift him up to his feet. Strength returns to Xavier’s arms as he pushes Gunnar Brian into the ropes upon standing. Gunnar hits the ropes chest first and backs up gasping a bit. Xavier lunges to strike Gunnar in the back of the head with a forearm but Gunnar ducks the incoming attack from behind causing Xavier to run into the ropes hitting it chest first as well. Xavier tries to turn to Gunnar despite the wind being knocked out of him but the move turns out to be a mistake as Gunnar uses his left arm to clothesline Xavier to the mat. Gunnar leans down to lift Xavier back up but Xavier quickly reaches up and jams a thumb into Gunnar’s eye, which his fans don’t approve of.

Daniel: Well it looks like Xavier hasn’t thrown his handbook completely out the window.

Max: What handbook is that? Heel for Dummies?

Andrew Xavier stands and once again lunges at Gunnar Brian with a forearm strike, this time hitting him in the forehead. Gunnar takes a step back after being struck, but is not too dazed to see an incoming right fist which he blocks just in the knick of time. Gunnar throws a right fist back at Xavier and hits him in the mouth, then blocks another incoming punch. This time Gunnar strikes back with a European Uppercut that knocks Xavier off his feet, but only momentarily. Xavier within seconds is standing again, but then within seconds is on his back on the mat again as Gunnar Brian catches him in an arm drag and flips him down harshly to the mat. Gunnar holds onto the arm as Xavier hits this time and quickly locks in an armbar which brings the ref over to check on Xavier.

Daniel: Gunnar Brian showing good technical skills so far in this match.

Max: This is what I don’t like Daniel.

Daniel: Good wrestling?

Max: No. Fools like Gunnar Brian thinking the only form of wrestling has to be technical masterpieces. The idiots that think if we don’t see an armdrag and a leglock in a match that the wrestlers had no skill. I’m more entertained by a brawl than I am ten minutes of rest holds. The dumb wrestlers in our business that believe to have any credibility they must get five stars on the internet.

Daniel: that’s not what Gunnar is about at all Max.

Max: Sure it is, he’s appealing to the smarks.

Daniel: No, he’s appealing to the people smart enough to know what’s wrong and want a change.

Max: Smarks.

Daniel: No, smarks just complain, they don’t care how good something is, only that they can point out flaws. Gunnar does care how good WPW is, and he wants to get it back to where it was, not put it in some unrealistic place that only a few fat pimple faced computer geeks wish existed.

Max: Sounds like you’re a fan.

Daniel: I’m a commentator, not a fan, but if you’re asking me am I a believer… Then yes, maybe I am!

Xavier, after struggling in the armbar for a short time finally breaks it by reaching for the rope. The ref calls for rope break and Gunnar Brian releases the hold. Brian quickly stands, but as fast as he’s up he’s right back down as he drops an elbow drop to the chest of Xavier. Xavier coughs as the point of Gunnar’s elbow hits his sternum, and Gunnar shrugs and drags Xavier by the arm to the center of the ring. Cover.

One
Two
Shoulder Up!

Gunnar pulls the outstretched arm of Xavier back into an armbar again, this time in the center of the ring. Xavier reaches for the ropes, but realizing they are too far away he turns to try and succeed in punching Gunnar in the forehead causing him to release the hold. Xavier gets to his feet, followed quickly by Gunnar, and just as soon as Xavier is charging Gunnar for a clothesline, Gunnar jumps into the air and strikes Xavier right in the chin with a high knee!

Daniel: Oh! Xavier is still standing, but he looks like he’s knocked out!

Max: What does king say? The lights are on but no one’s home?

Gunnar sees Xavier standing prone before him and kicks Xavier in the abdomen. Xavier falls to one knee as Gunnar then underhooks his arms behind him and brings him down in a double underhook DDT. Xavier hits the mat face first and just lies there, face down in a heap.

Max: It’s over… Fucking lame.

Gunnar rolls Xavier onto his back, but he doesn’t pin him. Gunnar instead moves to the turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope. He motions to the fans and then turns around and points to Xavier. The fans applaud as Gunnar jumps off the second rope turnbuckle and lands on Xavier in a splash, a move he calls Gunna Get Pinned! The referee counts.

One
Two
Thre…Gunnar lifts Xavier’s shoulders up!

Daniel: Hey… Hey! Gunnar just forced Xavier to stay in this match!

Max: He’s trying to prove some stupid point obviously.

Daniel: You think Xavier is a push over Max but he’s not, this man was in the final PCW Championship match and the finals of the Tournament of Champions 2.

Max: PCW Championship? Joke. Tournament of Champions? Joke. What’s your point?

Daniel: We’re calling the tournament of champions and you’re calling it a joke?

Max: It is Daniel. They should rename it to the Tournament of “Let’s see who can stay active without quitting or making excuses”.

Daniel: If you honestly listened to yourself, and then listened to Gunnar Brian, you may like him more.

Gunnar Brian smiles to the crowd as he lifts Xavier to his feet. Xavier leans on Gunnar for support, almost completely out cold as Gunnar Brian motions one more time to the crowd, then reaches forward to underhook Xavier’s thighs. Gunnar lets Xavier’s head fall forward and then he pulls him back violently into a cradle piledriver!

Daniel: Raven Coloured Streak! This one’s over!

Gunnar Brian looks to Xavier in the center of the ring and then shrugs. He hooks the leg.

One
Two
Three!!!

Gunnar Brian stands up as his music begins to play. He stands slowly, dusts off his hands, and looks out to the crowd.

Mina: The winner of this match, Gunnar Brian!

Daniel: Gunnar Brian with not only a win here, but a very decisive clean victory.

Max: Xavier was outmatched, clearly. No excuses can come from his direction this time though, maybe he can add this to his list of things to cry about.

Daniel: I’m not discrediting Xavier, as I still think he is a good wrestler, but I do agree that Gunnar has risen above Xavier and this match tonight. This man, the man whom some call WPW’s Savior, is destined for good things.

Gunnar Brian motions to Mina and after exchanging a few words, she gives him the microphone.

Max: Oh Christ, he’s gonna talk…

Gunnar takes the microphone from Mina Henderson and as she steps out of the ring he positions himself to stand directly over Andrew Xavier. He speaks.

Gunnar: Tonight I made an example out of Xavier. I not only proved that I, your Savior was right about everything I had said about this chump for the past month, but I showed that even the biggest vermin can be exterminated, the biggest problems can be solved, the deepest wounds can heal. WPW, I swear to you I will save you, and with one parasite down I take my eyes and look north. I look to the future, I look to the next problem that needs fixing. Who is he? Well… We’ll just have to wait and see won’t we?

Gunnar Brian drops the microphone leaving the crowd somewhat confused. His music quickly plays again.

Max: What the hell was that?

Daniel: Sounds like Gunnar has a new target in mind, but doesn’t want to tell us who he is.

Max: Oooookay. You keep drinking the kool-aid Daniel, I’ll wait until he defeats someone who matters.



Carlos is sitting at his desk again when the door swings open. He starts to stand up angrily, but then he calms down as he sees his daughter Alicia approach him.

Carlos: How may I help you my dear?

Alicia: Scorch.

Carlos: Why do you care about that loser?

Alicia: Darian was right, Scorch is here. He keeps his job now, right?

Carlos: I will tell you the same thing I told Darian. If Scorch wants to keep his job he will come find me.

Alicia: Dad, be realistic, you stripped him of the title and publicly humiliated him. He is not going to come looking for you. Please just come with me, I will take you too him.

Carlos: Fine, for you, dear.

Daniel: you heard that, Scorch is here!

Max: But still he hasn't got a gauranteed job. All he has to do is see Carlos.

Daniel; But you heard Alicia. He doesn't want to see Carlos, he just lost his World Title!

Max: You know what I wanna see?

Daniel: What?

Max: 2 Vs. Brock Goodman!

Florida Title Match
Brock Goodman vs. 2


Max: Two is such a weird name for a person, don’cha think Daniel?

Daniel: Maybe, maybe not. To be honest, I don’t care as long as we have a decent match for the Florida Championship tonight.

Max: Eh, I guess so.

Daniel: So folks, this should be one hell of a match, both of these men are known for taking their opponent to the extreme, one is a hardcore champion and the other is Brock Goodman.

Max: Yeah, this should be a nice and violent contest!

Daniel: Time will tell Max, but I find myself agreeing with you, I want a violent contest out of these men.

As if on cue, Mina gets up out of her seat and grabs a nearby mic as she makes her way over to the ring. She then climbs the steps and enters the ring between the bottom and middle rope before walking to the centre of the ring and bringing the mic up to her lips.

Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WPW Florida State Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota, and weighing in at 190lbs, he is the Hardcore Champion,2!

"Walking through barbed wire" plays and 2 walks out onto the stage slowly. He looks up into the crowd and walks slowly down to the ramp with his hands in his pockets. He walks round the ring, towards the steps and 2 then goes up the steps and between the top two ropes before climbing up to the second turnbuckle, grabbing onto the top rope and slouching over he just glares into the crowd around and then does so again on the turnbuckle across.

Mina: And his opponent, from Sin City, and weighing in at 295lbs, he is the Florida State Champion, BROCK GOODMAN!

‘Sweet Dreams’ kicks in and the opening on the stage is surrounded in fire as it drips down to the stage Brock walks out in a jacket with a hood that trails to the floor. As he walks down the ramp toward the ring a ball of fire shoots up after he passes each area on the ramp. He then steps into the ring and as he removes his hood quickly fire erupts from the turnbuckle posts. Goodman tosses his hooded top out of the ring and down to the arena floor before turning to face 2 who is stood in the corner across from Goodman. The referee signals for the bell and this one is underway.

DING!!

DING!!

DING!!

Brock and 2 move toward each other as soon as the bell sounds and Brock looks to initiate a collar and elbow tie-up. 2 attempts to duck beneath him, but Brock quickly drops his right arm and powers 2 backwards. 2 attempts to scoot by Brocks left side, but Goodman is able to power him backwards with his left arm as well. 2 charges towards Goodman again, looking to duck beneath him once more, but 2 runs straight into a right hand from Brock that sends him staggering backwards. Goodman immediately follows up by charging forwards and bringing his right leg up. Brock’s right foot is then driven into the jaw of 2 and 2 slumps to the canvas. Goodman puts the brakes on and turns to face 2 before stepping towards him. Goodman then stands over 2 and reaches down, wrapping his hands around 2’s throat, before wrenching the lighter man up to a vertical base. Goodman then fires a right hand into the jaw of 2 before kicking him in the gut and doubling him over. Goodman then wraps his arm around 2’s head and neck before dropping him with an evenflow DDT. 2 remains face down on the mat and Goodman rolls him onto his back before covering him with a lateral press, however he neglects to hook the leg and the ref drops down to make the count.

1… 2 kicks out!

Daniel: And the first cover of the match goes to Brock Goodman, obviously trying to get a quick victory over 2 here tonight.

Max: Wouldn’t you? 2 is crazy in that ring! Why do you think he has been hardcore champ for soo long?

Daniel: Because he doesn’t care what he has to do to secure a victory? Even if it means sacrificing his own body to achieve that victory?

Max: Exactly. And that alone makes him a dangerous man.

Goodman quickly returns to his feet and waits as 2 gets to his knees before stepping up to his feet. Goodman then steps forward and kicks 2 in the midsection, doubling him over. Brock quickly places 2’s head between his legs and hoists him up and onto his shoulders before driving him back down to the canvas with a power bomb. Goodman returns to a vertical base, but he keeps his grip on 2, bringing him up with him. Goodman then hits a second power bomb… And a third! Goodman quickly releases his grip on 2 and quickly reaches down, grabbing a handful of hair and 2’s arm. Goodman then wrenches 2 back up to a vertical base, while the ref admonishes him for pulling 2’s hair, and quickly manoeuvres behind him. Goodman then locks 2 into a waist lock before taking him off his feet and delivering a German Suplex. Goodman quickly gets to his feet and stares down at 2 as he writhes around the canvas holding the back of his head. A wicked smile spreads across Brock’s face as he steps towards 2 and reaches down. This time, Goodman grabs 2’s right arm and literally pulls 2 up to his feet in one smooth motion. Goodman, as he pulls 2 up to his feet, bows his head slightly, and the momentum Brock uses to pull 2 up to his feet is so great that 2 ends up across Brock’s shoulders, in a Samoan drop formation. Goodman quickly straightens up and drops 2 to the canvas, driving all the air out of him with a huge Samoan drop! Goodman stays across 2’s chest and reaches to the side, hooking 2’s leg. The ref drops down to make the count…

1…

2…

NO! Goodman is surprised by 2 as 2 rolls out of the pin and Goodman’s shoulders end up pinned to the mat! The ref makes the count, this time counting Brock out…

1…

2… NO!! Goodman is able to quickly kick out of the impromptu pinning predicament!

Daniel: Whoa! 2 almost stole it right there!

Max: I’ll say! Brock was lucky to kick outta that one!

Brock quickly gets to his feet and he looks irate as he glares down at 2. Goodman then steps towards 2 as 2 struggles to get to his feet. 2 gets to his knees and Brock ‘helps’ him get to his feet. Goodman then throws a right hand, but 2 blocks it! 2 responds with a poke to the eye and a picture perfect dropkick that staggers Goodman backwards. Brock bounces off the ropes as 2 gets to his feet following the dropkick, and walks forwards, only to be taken down by a fast arm drag from 2. 2 doesn’t release the arm and Goodman remains floored. 2 then quickly releases Goodman’s arm and gets to his feet before following up with a fast elbow drop. The wind is knocked out of Brock as 2 gets to his feet and drops down with a second elbow drop. 2 quickly gets to his feet and his hand shoots to his lower back, still feeling the effects of the offence Goodman has laid upon his body. Goodman rolls onto his stomach and begins pushing himself up to all fours as 2 takes off towards the ropes. Goodman gets up to his knees as 2 bounces off the ropes and charges towards him. 2 then leaps into the air and drives a knee into the face of Brock Goodman, sending Goodman sprawling back down to the canvas, staring up at the lights. 2 quickly covers Goodman and hooks the far leg. The referee drops down to make the count…

1…

2… NO! Goodman powers out!

Daniel: Brock showing his power there folks, he just powered out of that pinning predicament.

Max: Yeah. You think 2 just pissed him off?

Daniel: He might have just pissed him off!

2 quickly gets to his feet as Goodman moves up to his knees. 2 is obviously thinking of a second shining wizard here as he bounces off the ropes and charges towards Brock… However, Brock gets to his knees then literally springs up to a standing position! 2 is taken by surprise and he is unable to stop himself. Goodman extends his arm and 2 runs straight into Brock’s hand and it quickly clasps around 2’s throat. In one swift motion, Goodman takes 2 up and down with a thunderous chokeslam! Brock then plays to the crowd, ala Batista, much to the live crowds disapproval. Brock then steps towards 2 and reaches down, forcing 2 up to a vertical base once more. Goodman hastily kicks 2 in the midsection, doubling 2 over. Brock then wraps his arms around the torso of 2 and takes him over with a gut wrench Suplex. Goodman has a twisted look in his eye as he quickly gets to his feet and once more reaches down towards 2. Goodman then forces 2 back up to a vertical base and kicks him in the midsection, doubling him over once more. Goodman then lifts 2 into the air in a fisherman Suplex formation before falling backwards and driving 2 down to the canvas. However, Brock keeps the leg hooked and with 2’s shoulders down on the canvas, the ref drops down to make the count…

1…

2… NO! 2 just gets a shoulder up!

Goodman breaks up the pin and gets to his knees. He looks over at the referee, a look of disbelief in his eyes. The referee signals that it was only a 2 count and Goodman looks stunned as he stares down at 2.

Daniel: Oh no… This cant be good for 2…

Max: You’re right, I think the referee just angered Brock even more!

2 rolls onto his stomach and begins crawling towards the ropes as Goodman advances menacingly towards him. Goodman then stands over 2 and reaches down, grabbing the waist of his black shorts and literally pulls him back to his feet. Goodman then spins 2 around so that they are face to face, and he quickly places his arm between 2’s legs and hoists him into a body slam formation… Before turning it into a Tombstone Piledriver formation! Goodman then drops down to his knees and drives the top of 2’s head into the apron! 2 slumps down to the canvas and Goodman ‘darkness pins’ 2. The referee drops down to make the count…

1…

2…

3… NO! 2 gets his foot on the rope in the nick of time! The ref gets to his feet and Goodman thinks he has just retained the Florida Title. Brock gets to his feet and and raises his arms, thinking he has won.

Max: No Brock! Stay on him! It isn’t over!

Daniel: Max… He cant hear you…

Brock looks at the referee then realises the bell hasn’t sounded and his music isn’t playing. Meanwhile, 2 is slowly inching towards the ropes. Goodman glares at the referee and asks why… Only for the referee to explain what happened. A blank look washes over Goodman’s face before he visibly snaps. Goodman freaks out, screaming at the referee as 2 slides out of the ring and drops to the arena floor. Goodman then viciously grabs the referee by the throat and lifts him into the air before driving the ref down to the canvas with one hell of a brutal chokeslam! Goodman then kicks the referee along the canvas before pushing him under the bottom rope with his foot. Brock then looks around the ring for 2, but he is nowhere to be seen.

Daniel: Oh no… Brock is gonna kill someone… And it’ll probably be 2…

Max: Well… Might wanna put the kids to bed early for this one…

Goodman begins pacing the ring like a wild animal, looking for 2. Suddenly, the apron flies up and rests on the canvas, catching Goodman’s attention. Brock advances towards the spot the apron flew up and sticks his head out through the ropes… Seconds later, a loud cracking sound is heard, like a gun shot going off in the arena. Goodman stumbles backwards away from the ropes, blood already pouring from a wound inflicted… By 2 and a steel chair! 2 quickly throws the chair he is holding into the ring and immediately retrieves a second chair and a Singapore cane. 2 throws the second chair into the ring and keeps hold of the cane as he slides into the ring. He glances over at Goodman who is just starting to stand up straight following being cracked in the head… Goodman though, still has his back to 2… 2 grips the handle of the cane and raises it up to strike… Goodman turns to face 2… And 2 brings the cane down across Goodman’s forehead! Brock spins on his heels, out of it. He stumbles forward and 2 steps up behind him and cracks the cane across the back of Goodman’s right knee. Brock’s leg immediately buckles and Goodman falls forward, landing across the middle rope throat first. 2 raises the cane above his head and brings it down across the back of Brock! As soon as 2 brings the cane off of Brock’s back, a red mark is immediately visible. 2 then drives the cane down across Goodman’s back again… And again… And a fourth time! As soon as 2 cracks across Goodman’s back a fifth time, he tosses the cane to the outside of the ring leans forward, grabbing Brock’s shoulders. 2 then pulls Brock away from the ropes. Brock is barely moving as he slumps down to the canvas, almost like dead weight. 2 drags Goodman across the ring and stops momentarily to grab one of the two chairs still in the ring. 2 positions the chair on the canvas, at an angle to the closet corner, just in front of Goodman… And 2 drags Brock and places him face down on the chair… 2 slowly moves across the ring and retrieves the second chair and rests it across the back of Brock’s head…

Daniel: What the hell is the crazy 2 doing?

Max: I have no idea Daniel!

2 then steps over Brock and points to the corner!

Daniel and Max: Oh no!

2 steps out onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He stands on the very top briefly, looking down at the prone Goodman, almost contemplating what he is about to do… Before leaping from the top and delivering the ‘Number 2 Special’ to Brock Goodman’s head… Sandwiched between two chairs! The crowd erupt into a HOLY SHIT! chant.

Daniel and Max: HOLY SHIT!

Max: Brock is dead! DEAD!

…

Daniel: Irony…

Max: Huh?

Daniel: Nevermind Max.

2 rolls off of Brock, who is twitching and almost spasming, like a seizure victim, following that deabilitating leg drop from 2, and 2 himself rolls around the canvas holding his leg. 2 is hopping around briefly before using the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. At that point, 2 spots the referee laid out on the outside, following Brock’s chokeslam. 2 looks down at Brock, who is just twitching now, and removes the chairs from around his head and tosses them to the outside. 2 then exits the ring near the referee, drops to his knees and assists the ref up to his feet. 2 slides the referee into the ring and quickly follows suit. 2 quickly rolls Brock onto his back and covers him, hooking the near leg. 2 screams at the ref to make the count… And he does, very slowly…

1… ONE!!

…

…

2… TWO!!

…

…

3… THREE!!

The ref groggily calls for the bell and ‘Walking Through Barbed Wire’ hits. 2 quickly gets to his feet and raises his arms in victory as the ref hastily beckons for help. 2 only raises his arms briefly before wincing in pain and covering his ribs. 2 then slowly walks to the ropes and gingerly exits the ring to retrieve his two belts. He picks up his belts and does his best to raise them up in both arms before wincing once more and gingerly walking around the ringside area as medics and EMT’s rush the ring with a stretcher. 2 smiles to himself as they stop ringside near Goodman and slide in to assist him. 2 begins walking up the ramp as the medics apply a neck brace to Goodman before gently placing him onto the stretcher they brought ringside. 2 stops at the top of the ramp and raises his newly won Florida state Championship into the air before disappearing behind the curtain. Meanwhile, the ref is assisted up the ramp as Goodman is wheeled up the ramp. 2’s music stops playing as Goodman is wheeled backstage.

Daniel: Oh my god…

Max: We might have just witnessed Brock Goodman’s last match!

Daniel: Folks, we will do our best to bring you any updates on Brock Goodman’s condition as the show progresses, but… The show must go on…

Max: Yeah…

Daniel: So I guess that means the Tag Team Invitational is up next… Don’t go anywhere folks!

------BREAK?------

we go backstage where Amy White is standing next to the new Florida State champion and current Hardcore Champion 2. He is covered in sweat still. The hardcore title is drapped over his shoulder and the florida title is in his left hand. His right arm is wrapped around his waist as he labors for breath and seems to be trying very hard to hold himself up.

Amy: Well folks, here we are with 2! The man who just became a double champion. How do you feel? Are you going to Disney land?


2 looks up at her, and through gritted teeth he speaks.

2: I feel like I need a trip to the hospital....but I also feel like a king. Not only do I feel like a king, but I am king! No one besides a select few can consider themselves as great as me.

I beat the man who thought he could stop me from becoming great. I made sure he left on a stretcher...I nearly killed the murderer.

Amy suddenly cuts him off.

Amy: And Disney Land?


2 scowls at her roughly as he takes in a deep painful breath

2: You want to know what I think about Disney Land? FUCK THEM!

Amy jumps back. 2 moves close to the camera.

2: Listen pissants. Your all going to bow down before king 2. Your all going to get down on your knees and realise that I am of devine blood. And those that wont fall to their knees....will be brought to their knees!


2 suddenly brushes past the camera as he limps away quickly.

We return from our Commercial break to see Both Martin Cameron and Mike Corral standing in the ring. They are looking out over the ring to the entrance ramp where, on a screen is Carlos Gonzales..

Carlos: Welcome back viewers. Now, you all know the deal here. Martin Cameron and Mike Corral decided that they might try to call a few shots. However they forgot that It is me, and no one else, that calls the shots. I will hire you and I will fire you. Oh and by the way.. tick, tick Scorch. I’m waiting for you.

But these two decided to try and make their own paths. Sorry buys, wrong turn. I told them that they would be in a tag team match with two other stars who would apply their names. Unfortunately for them.. I lied!

Instead I have the entire Live locker-room marching out of the door to beat their asses senseless!

Daniel: What?

Max: It’s a Trap. An Ackbar Trap!

Cameron and Corral jump at this, moving back to the ring... but no one comes out!

Carlos: Ah! Just kidding. You guys are fine... However, you’ve got two opponents to fight against, dontcha? And whichever team wins, gets their picks at whatever title they want! So I am pleased to announce that we will be starting with...

Dan Murph!

And The Royal Knight!!

Now as those two are informed that they won and will be competing, we’ll take a little break!









Tag Team Invitational
Martin Cameron & Mike Corral vs. ??? & ???


Daniel: and we are Back with The Tournament of Champions.. now if you’ve just joined us…

Max: How could they have just joined us, it’s a pay per view!

Daniel:.. I dunno. I just want ot say that to recap!

Max: Then Just say it! Just tell them what’s gone on!

Daniel: Fine!

Max: Fine!.... Well.. tell them.

Daniel: Since I’m the only one willing to speak, I shall!

Max: Fine!

Daniel: Well at the break Carlos announced that The Royal Knight and Dan Murph would be teaming up to take on the team of Cameron and Corral! The winner of that match shall receive a title shot at whatever title they dream of holding. Which is a real gift isn’t it?

Max: Oh yeah! I mean do you go for the big one and try to be WPW champion, or do you aim at some good prestige at the Florida Title.. Maybe find a friend and take the Tag Titles.. So many choices!

Daniel: Well a lot of our stars have their eyes on certain prizes and they’ve let the world know!

In the ring the action is about to start. Corral tells Cameron to go in wait in the corner while he gets set to start the match. On the other side Dan and RK fight over who will start. Dan shoves RK aside and goes to move towards the center of the ring but RK shoves him from behind. Dan stumbles forward and Royal Knight tries to take his place but Dan pulls him down from behind. Cameron laughs on the outside while Corral watches, trying to hide his amusement.

Daniel: I have some real doubts that this team can last. RK is a royal pain in the ass, as many backstage will tell you.

Max: While Dan is simply an ass, so no wonder they don’t get along!

RK gets up and pushes Dan hard, but the big man does not budge, instead he smirks while looking down on his smaller partner. RK kicks Dan hard in the midsection then walks out to the apron, allowing Corral to take advantage running in with a dropkick to the abdomen. Murph drops to all fours and Corral turns around. A standing backflip splash to Murph’s back lays the big man out flat. Corral turns him over for a pin…

One…

Murph hurls him off with a enough force to send Corral flying back four feet in the air.

Max: Cocky little Corral!

Daniel: I think when you take it to the WPW champion like he did a few weeks ago, you can be as cocky as you want.

Max: But he didn’t beat him, did he? Scorch still has the title.. Wait.. No he DOESN’T!!

Daniel: There’s still time for Scorch to appear and get his title back!

Murph gets to his feet and waits for Corral to come at him. The smaller man looks for a spin kick but Murph catches his and tosses him overhead, right into RK. Corral falls back, still on his feet as Murph grabs him from behind. The big man sends him flying back with a back suplex and goes for a cover…

Max: Reversal time! Now Dan is cocky.

One…

Corral gets his shoulder up.

Murph picks him up and whips him into the far neutral corner. He follows in after, but gets a boot to the face. Corral to the second rope, comes off with a twisting neckbreaker. Murph gets up quickly, holding his neck as Corral hits the ropes. He ducks a clothesline attempt by Murph, grabbing the arm and flipping around, taking Murph over into a pinning predicament…

One…

Two…

Murph kicks out of the pin.

Daniel: That’s always been the weakness of Murph, light guys get under his skin. Fast. But if you’re not light and insanely quick, he’ll catch you and…

Max: Rip your damn lungs out?

Daniel: that’s someone else. But good work on the research!

Max: Yeah, thanks!... Wait who says “Rip your damn lungs out”?

Corral quickly gets back on him and fires away with a few closed fists. Corral gets back on his feet and waits for Murph to get up. As Murph begins to get up to his feet, Corral hits the ropes behind him and lays out sideways, thrusting his foot forward for a hard kick to the back of the neck. Murph falls back after a moment and Corral motions for a finish. He heads up top and comes off with a corkscrew moonsault, right to Murph’s knees! Corral rolls over gasping for air while Murph keeps laying on his back.

Daniel: And a well laid Trap there by Dan Murph sure puts a stop to Corral’s high flying!

Max: Probably helped him stop his nasty breathing habit too!

Corral gets up to his feet using the ropes and turns around, only to be taken out of his boots by a vicious clothesline. Murph picks him up and lifts him into a fireman’s carry position. He tells RK “this is how it’s done” then lays out Corral with a Cyclone! He goes for a cover…

Daniel: There we Go, Cyclone won him the Florida state title all those months back, lets see if it can work its magic yet again!

Max: Dan Murph, Number one Contender…

….

Wait, why is there no count?

Max is right, the official does not count even a ‘1’. A confused Murph starts to argue, when suddenly the referee begins to count…

One…

Two…

Thre…Murph kicks out of a school boy from a legal Cameron, who tagged Corral’s foot as he swung in the Cyclone.

Max: Blindsighting little meanie!

Daniel: Cameron, using.. well not team work, more just plain luck!

Murph gets up enraged and charges at Cameron, only to be sent face first into the bottom turnbuckle via the drop toe hold. Cameron pulls him out of the corner and sits on top of him. He leans down and pulls Murph back in a camel clutch. Murph screams out due to the pain in his neck and reaches for the ropes, but they are out of his grasp. Cameron pulls back harder on the move as Murph continues to shout in misery. He looks out to see RK on the apron, mocking him. This motivates Murph to pull himself to the ropes to break the hold. Cameron picks him up, but Murph shoves him aside. He then goes over and decks his partner for a tag!

Daniel: Can't you just feel the hate from these two! It coudl eventually decide the outcome of this match, if they can't get along, the might jsut kiss their titles hopes goodbye for the forseeable future!



RK smacks Murph as he comes into the ring, allowing Cameron to flip him over with a snapmare followed by a hard kick to the back. Cameron picks him back up and drops him down over his knee with a backbreaker. He pulls RK back up, but gets a thumb to the eye. RK with a series of rights sending Cameron to the corner. He whips him across the ring and follows right behind with a clothesline into a bulldog. RK then stomps on the head of Cameron and waits for him to get up. As he does, RK hits the ropes and takes him down with a mafia kick! Cover by Royal Knight…

One…

Two…

Corral breaks it up with a huge leg drop from the top!

RK gets up in shock and does not notice the tag from Murph. Royal Knight picks up Cameron and takes him down with Royal Blood. Murph ducks a charging Cameron, sending him tumbling out of the ring. Murph goes outside and hits Cameron with a hard forearm shot to the face before rolling him back into the ring, too close to his own corner as he tags reaches over to Corral. RK yells at Murph for his gaffe, before ducking a superkick attempt by Corral and taking him down with another Royal Blood! RK drops down for a count and the referee tries to remember who is legal but he goes to start a count. Suddenly Murph picks up RK and takes him out with the Black-out! But Murph is then met with a low blow by Cameron!

Daniel: My God! Dan just attacked his own partner!

Max: Karma exists. His kids are punished for what he did… And did Cameron use his head to connect that Low Blow?

Daniel: He might have, he’s still on his knees!

Cameron then Kicks Dan Murph in the Knee bringing him down. Cameron the gets up and dropkicks the big man, Dan, unbalanced already, topples but tries to regain his footing, but no time as he soon hits the ropes and flies over!

Cameron drops onto RK and Goes for a pin!

Max: No! Cameron will win this on Dan’s move!

One…

Two…

Three…!!

Daniel: He did! Corral and Cameron win!

Mina: Here are you winners and number one contenders for…. Whatever they like!!! Mike "The Saint” Corral, and Martin Cameron!!!!

Max: Holy Crap Dude! What a quick and exciting match! And the ending, phew!

Corral and Cameron, are pulled into the center of the ring, their arms are then raised high. Murph looks on from the outside, absolutely livid! He kicks a security banner, which bends from the pressure, the nearby fans jump back.


Daniel: Now the question remains.. who will they chose to fight!



We cut backstage... Fresh from their match, David Nicolls and Desmond Troy sit together, collecting their thoughts, Nicolls withdrawing a pair of beers, offering one to his partner. Troy accepts, albeit with a slight hesitance.

Troy: I really shouldn't.. but hey, one never hurt anyone.

Nicolls: Never turn down a celebratory beer, mate.

Troy grins at that notion, nodding and opening his beer just as Troy's wife and son come running up to the man, tackling him, a tell-tale grin about the man as he ruffles through his child's hair.

Troy: It's been a while since I've felt this way.. actually, you've never been formally introduced, have you? Laura, Brody, this is.. my tag team partner, David Nicolls.

The family and the tall Australian man share pleasantries, shaking one another's hands - Laura and Brody staying somewhat silent, more focusing on clinging to Desmond.

Nicolls: It's good to see you guys together, though. But.. now that we've defied the odds, you know.. We've got Royalty again, and our track record isn't exactly great..

Troy: Maybe so. But.. hey. It's our last charge, right? It worked tonight. We took down a few teams that.. well, I'd say most people would've bet money against us, if only by Jokester. Maybe we'll be able to push forward.. maybe not? But either way, we've had one hell of a run. After al.. not many people can say they keep pushing world title contenders to the limit, right?

Nicolls: And now you've got your kid and wife back.. maybe we'll actually live up to that crappy name you made for us? Team of Excellence? Either way.. we'll see. Either way, not important. Walk on fighting.. don't look ever back, right?

Troy: That's mighty philosophical, David.

Nicolls: What? I just had that song stuck in my head. Anyways, we should go find a monitor or something.. JMC and Judge in a match together, sounds like something we should be watching, right?

Troy stares on a little incredulously at the large Australian for a second before he shrugs, taking a small swig of his beer, then guiding his family on to follow Nicolls in his pursuit of a monitor.



Alicia pulls her father around the corner of the halls as he begrudgingly follows along. She lets go of him and pushes open a door backstage and emphatically points inside. Carlos appears confused as he looks in the direction she is pointing and her expression quickly matches his as she turns to find Darian Entreri standing alone in the room. Several feet in front of Darian in the middle of the room is a fresh puddle of blood and one white, red and black Reebok sneaker. Alicia looks horrified at the blood, as Darian stands frozen.


Carlos: Why did you bring me to an empty room?

Alicia: He was just in here, I swear to you, dad. He was right, Darian what the hell happened, you were supposed to be watching him?

Darian: I, he asked me to go get him some water, I was not even gone a minute. When I got back, he was gone and all that was left was his blood and the shoe.

Carlos: He has tested my patience long enough, consider the former WPW Champion terminat…

Alicia: Do not dare finish that sentence, dad! The man has given all he has for you. His blood is drying on the floor as we speak, because this company means so much to him.

Carlos: As sweet as your concern is, I am afraid I still make the decisions around here and my decisions are final.

Daniel: Does this mean what I think it does?

Max: If it does, then Scorch is gone from WPW.

Daniel: Not just gone, but never allowed to come back!! This is terrible.. I think we might have seen the end of it all for Scorch.



Max: We can't cry yet, the main event is about to start!
ToC Triple Threat Final-WPW Title Match
Masterful Michael Karver vs. The Judge vs. James Moriarty Cassius


Max: So.. we're finally here, huh? The finals for the Tournament of Champions?

Daniel: Yeah, that's about the stuff.. Now, just in case some of you missed it, I want to go through all of the happenings before we get to the main event itself..

Max: Yeah, yeah, Daniel.. don't even bother. Nobody cares. We just want a great match, and we're sure to get that..

Daniel: You're right, Max, so who do we have?

Max: We've got.. The Judge and Masterful Michael Karver for the #1 contendership to the WPW title, to be determined later on tonight!

Daniel: ... The Judge, Masterful Michael Karver and James Moriarty Cassius, in a triple threat match, to determine the new owner of the abdicated WPW Title, you mean?

Max: ... Oh. You'd better explain.

Daniel: I thought so, Max. Now see.. in his semi-final match, JMC was pinned by Karver. Todd Franklin determined that Karver had pinned JMC clean, 1-2-3. However, in looking at video footage, he admitted that he'd made the wrong call, as JMC had clearly kicked out. As such, the #1 contendership match was turned to a triple threat, because while JMC didn't lose.. neither did Karver. Despite Carlos' best efforts.. well, Carlos decided that he has every last confidence in the Masterful One. While one might be able to think that Karver's at a severe disadvantage here, well, Carlos is putting all of his eggs in the MMK basket. Something about him being blessed? The eternal Champion of the Tournament of Champions? And it didn't help that I was somewhat.. distracted, so I'll admit.. I wasn't really watching.

Max: You mean, you were being a little bitc--

Daniel: Shut your goddamned mouth, Max. Now.. as we heard earlier on tonight Scorch had been absent from WPW's tour of Iraq and other duties, and has not been seen at the Pay Per View at all. So Scorch has been forced to abdicate the title! As such, the Tournament of Champions has actually become The Tournament of a Champion.. the winner takes the belt!

Max: Well, in that case, I've just got one question, Daniel.

Daniel: ... Does it have anything to do with the match?

Max: Sorta, well.. I mean, it's..

Daniel: In that case, shut your fucking mouth.

The lights in the arena slowly darken as the piano for "Forgive Me" begins to play. Overhead shots of Los Angeles at night are shown on the titantron as the piano tune continues to play before the titantron turns into a huge 12:00 and a voice cuts in over the music saying "Forgive Me...".

A yellow spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp as The Judge appears at the top of the ramp. Wearing his tag team title over his shoulder, he walks down slowly, looking out towards the crowd. There's a certain lack of fire about his step, as though he is resigned to his fate.. but the boos of the crowd do keep him going to some extent, a faint grin surfacing as the Miami crowd seems ready to lynch him. Hopping up to the apron, he makes a false Hulkster-like call to the crowd, his lending his ear out to the left side, then the right, each side trying to jeer the man who took Jokester out louder than the other. Somewhat charged, he moves through the middle rope, pumping his fist, backing into a corner, as though trying to formulate a game plan, sort out his next move.

Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, now is time for your main event! Scheduled for one fall, at a 60 minute time limit, it is for the WPW Heavyweight Championship! In the ring, weighing in tonight at 233 pounds, he is one half of the WPW Tag Team Champions.. The Judge!

Daniel: Now, you've got to remember.. while everyone wants the big belt.. the tag team champions, together, in a triple threat match? You've gotta think that they're going to make things as hard as possible for Karver.

Max: What are you talking about? The Judge and JMC.. that's James Moriarty Cassius to you, are the most honorable men we've ever had here in WPW.. Karver's probably the favourite, just because he's the devious sorta bastard who'll let JMC and Judge fight over seeing who's the better man. God, these guys sicken me.

Daniel: .. You really want me to walk off again?

"Apocalypse Please" begins to boom throughout the arena. The heavy Piano chords strike the ground, forcing the amps throughout the building to thud against the ground. As the drums lead to a peak, James Moriarty Cassius steps out, his tag team title hanging fron one shoulder. He is almost cheered - after all, the crowd are ready to put anyone who faces Judge on a pedestal - but as they see him, their initial cheers turn to emphatic boos without hesitation. He reaches out as he stands in the entrance, holding his arms out to his sides slightly, title still dangling along one of them. Cassius then spins on the Spot and moves forwards, walking confidently down towards the ring. JMC makes his way up the steps and onto the Apron. He then ducks into the ring and spins on the spot again, arms outstretched once more with his tag team title now in one hand. His entrance finished, he walks over to Judge, and drops the belt on the ropes.. where Judge raises his own, joining them, and they seem to be speaking angrily to one another.

Mina: And having just walked into the ring, at 195 pounds, he is the other half of the WPW Tag Team Champions.. he is James.. Moriarty.. Cassius!

Before the tag champs really get a chance to go at one another's throats, “Kashmir” by Led Zeppelin starts playing as The Masterful One, Michael Karver walks out of the back. He stands for a moment, enjoying the crowd's loud cheers, the majority of them chanting "KILL THOSE FUCKS!" in unison. (Blurred to "ducks", on pay per view.) He then opens his arms out as pyro drips behind him. He walks to the ring slow and deliberately, watching on as JMC and The Judge continue to seem to tussle, pushing each other gently, giving off the feel of a pairing who know each other far too well. Todd Franklin pushes them to a corner each, and then Mina takes a step out of the ring, retrieving, within a velvet-lined case, the WPW Heavyweight Championship. Karver takes a step into one of the neutral corners, stretching out, removing his robes - tossing them over the top rope without a thought, running a hand through his hair as he stares at the WPW Belt. In fact, so is Judge.. but JMC seems nonplussed, more concerned with weighing up his opponents. At ringside, for no apparent reason, a pair of ringhands begins to set up a large life-guard like seat by one of the ring posts, the seat portion making it to just about the top of the ring post, nobody really seeming to understand what is going on (as Todd Franklin goes about checking Karver for illegal weapons, the belt handed on to Mina.

Mina: And finally, at 215 pounds, he is The Masterful One.. 'Masterful' Michael Karver!

Daniel: You know, I was going to say how JMC and Judge haven't been able to take their eyes off of one another, but.. a, I'm going to guess, lifeguard's chair?

Max: Yeah, probably some sort of deception ploy by Karver here. I wouldn't be surprised if SiNN was hiding inside the seat cushion.

Daniel: ... The seat cushion is maybe 2 inches thick.. and the rest of the seat is made of cheap metal.. it's hollow. Where would he be hiding, Max?

Max: He's in a wheelchair. You can't trust people in wheelchairs.

The bell rings, and Karver.. gets directed to stay in his corner? Judge and JMC both hold out a hand to him, standing in the dead center of the ring, getting right into one another's face. The tension is thick, each man touching face to face.. and they both make a familiar motion about their waists, each of their right wrists moving up and down once, twice, three times.. they both look down. JMC.. went scissors. Judge, paper. With a grin, JMC points over towards Karver, and quickly scales the far rope, hopping into the lifeguard's chair.. getting comfortable, seemingly, as Judge gets ready to square off with Karver, who has claimed the corner furthest from JMC as his own, his curiosity as to whether the pair were going to work together sated for now.

Max: What a great idea by JMC there.. Because he doesn't want their experience as a tag team to get the better of Karver, he decided to make it fair and sit it out for now!

Daniel: Yeah, but.. aren't Royalty poor at the moment? I mean, who'd buy him that.. thing, there? The lifeguard chair?

Max: A nameless benefactor who owed Cassius a favour maybe?

Daniel: Goddamnit Max.. don't you have any integrity at all? I mean it, seriously. You're not supposed to work with the talent, it's against our regulations..

Max: I just owed him a favor, it's alright, seriously. Live a little.

Judge and Karver have finally managed to lock up, despite Karver's best attempts to throw kicks out his way. Judge lifts his arm, attempting to grapple the Masterful One's arm in, but Karver pushes his head in and under Judge's arm, locking him in a full nelson. However, thanks to Karver attempting to segment the ring off, Judge is able to wrap himself in against the ropes almost immediately, to JMC's applause. Karver lets go of the hold cautiously, holding his arms out elbows first, ready to hit Judge the moment he removes himself from the ropes. Judge doesn't, however, instead twirling his body down, attempting to sweep Karver down against the turnbuckle. Karver jumps, mounting the Judge instantly, getting into his guard and attempting to throw elbows down. Judge tries his best to push the smaller man away, but again takes himself to the ropes, Karver instantly letting go, purely by instinct at the behest of the referee. The split second of indecision all that Judge needed, he gets one hard punch in against the Masterful One's gut, winding the MMA expert momentarily. The indecision rendered, he gets behind MMK and.. immediately locks in his Fade to Black Dragon Sleeper! Karver, in no way winded enough to take the move without fighting it, runs up the turnbuckle, grabs the Royalty member by the throat, wrapping his arms around the larger man, breaking TJ's hold.. and then reversing into his own, and wrapping into a body scissors.. The Red Eye! Judge attempts to fight out of it, but the momentum of the other man running up the ropes has left him far away from safety, leaving it up to JMC, who hops down off of the lifeguard chair, walking the ropes and then jumping off of them, delivering a diving headbutt to the Masterful One's side, breaking the hold and forcing him to clutch at his ribs.

Daniel: Pretty sickening, but I guess this was always going to be the way of it.. I can only hope that Karver finds some way to take the Royalty down.

Max: I don't.

Daniel: .. More sports betting?

Max: JMC in over 15 minutes gets me 2 grand. Papa needs a new pair of shoes.

JMC, seeing Karver clutch at his ribs, instantly begins to stomp away at the slightly larger man. Karver, being a trained fighter, struggles to his feet, attempting to avoid incoming Cassius boots, growling each time he gets hit in his unprotected side. He gives Karver a knee to the gut as he makes it to his feet, pushing him into the ropes, then throwing him off of them, coming walking off with a spinning heel kick, aimed at the chest.. but Karver rolls through, bouncing off of the ropes himself! He comes flying at JMC as Cassius turns, and connects with a hard flying forearm, sending the slightly bedazzled Cassius reeling, clutching at his collarbone on the apron. Just as Karver makes it to his feet, ready to hit Cassius again, but Judge comes at him from his side, lifting him into the middle of the air, squeezing tight in a vicious bear hug! MMK, still in no way injured, and wanting to keep it that way, seemingly, immediately begins to throw elbows at the Judge's head, dazzling him slightly.. but not nearly enough, as TJ thrusts him into the corner, a growl of pain as Karver again clutches his ribs. Judge throws him from turnbuckle to turnbuckle, dragging him out with as much force as possible, dropping to the mat, leading Karver to reel out. Karver tries to use his own momentum coming out of the corner, face a mask of grit and determination, and comes running back at Judge, his chest thrust up slightly in pain as he tries to spear the larger man.. only to have Judge leapfrog, JMC coming out of nowhere with a dropkkick on the incoming wrestler's head!

Max: Smart wrestling here by Judge and JMC.. get rid of the guy they don't like first, using their tag team knowledge, then they can see who the really worthy guy to take the title will be.

Daniel: You mean.. team up on Karver so they can get the cheap win? Yeah, sure, it's smart.. but.. really noble, Max. It's ridiculous that they're getting away with this.. at the same time.. they're not cheating, I guess.

JMC and Judge take a moment to recover, smiling as they look down to the momentarily disabled Karver. Judge grins as he lifts Karver up himself, pushing the former resident of Venice Beach between his legs, mockingly posing to the crowd for a moment, a wide grin at their disapproval, then lifts Karver up for a powerbomb, in the dead center of the ring. Karver fights out mid-way up, though, shaking his legs, making it near impossible for Judge to continue attempting to pull him up.. and then pulls him overhead for a back body drop, slamming him in the dead middle of the ring. Unfortunately, JMC again has the better of the Masterful one, as he comes rebounding into the man with his arms up, smacking him straight in the head with a rolling savate kick. The effective maneuver has Karver clutching at his nose, and essentially reeling, unable to do much about the standing crossbody that Cassius throws him over on, again targetting the ribs of MMK. To make it that little bit nastier, Judge sits on all fours behind the oldest man in the match, slamming him down to the mat hard, and for the first pinfall attempt of the match.

1..
2.. Judge rolls Karver through, clutching him in a reverse waist lock, clutching him in for a release German Suplex, dropping Karver onto his head!

Daniel: Deception in the ranks?

Max: Nobody goes down off of a crossbody any more these days.. Judge knew that. That'd be like winning off of a gorilla press slam.

JMC gets to his feet, growling slightly, smacking his hands together in protest to the Judge, getting right into the larger man's face. Judge shrugs, grinning, making a pose in front of his fellow tag champion, rolling his hands over his waist where the title belt would fit, then clenching up both of his fists. JMC grins, placing his hands over his partner's, grinning as he motions to Karver. Or.. where Karver was. Both Cassius and his fellow tag team partner scratch at their head, walking over to the absent position of Karver, scratching at their heads. They begin to circle the ring, attempting to locate the missing Karver.. who somewhere along the line managed to sneak into the dead middle of the ring! Karver points the referee to Judge, who is looking out through the lifeguard chair from earlier, distracting him for Karver to drop down and give a harsh low blow to JMC! As JMC is doubled over (and Judge clearly hasn't found anything), Franklin goes over to investigate.. making it impossible for him to see MMK give his other opponent a low blow!

Max: How.. repugnant. Seriously. Karver can't win without cheating, can he?

Daniel: Yeah, but to be fair, he needed to find some sort of neutraliser. And let's face it.. that's the greatest equaliser there is, right?

Max: Karver should just give up now. And let JMC win... In twenty minutes.

Karver, standing tall over the joined forces of the Royalty, rushes back over to JMC, who still clutches at his groin, groaning with mild pain, making his way to his feet and directly into a Falcon Aaron sit-out suplex, dropping JMC down in the center of the mat. He runs into Judge, who is also getting to his feet, giving him a running high knee, busting the Californian dead in the face, then maneuvers him around, the prone body of Cassius aimed out for another Falcon Aaron suplex, dropping the Royalty onto one another, each of them writhing in pain! Karver, after just momentarily posing to the crowd, ascends the ropes with an agility usually not found in the 43 year old, posing once more before sailing through the air, dropping on the criss-crossed Royalty with a diving knee drop, rolling through along the mess of bodies and onto his feet, a large, tell-tale grin on his face. He pushes The Judge off to the side, seeming to have left himself mostly unharmed from his high risk maneuver, and pins JMC down to the mat, trying to take down a fast one.

1..
2.. JMC kicks out!

Daniel: Don't see that every day.. Karver going to the top rope!

Max: What an idiot. Trying to fight JMC at his own game. Ah well, at least he's making the time pass, right?

As Cassius pulls his arm up, Karver quickly floats over the former Champion's somewhat prone body, securing a rear naked choke, Franklin getting in close to ensure that the Masterful One isn't actually choking the man, a legal nerve hold being applied by the large man. JMC doesn't seem ready to give up so easily, however, despite the potentially deadly hold against him, flailing wildly from within the maneuver. He slowly begins to fade, with The Judge still seeming mostly blindsided by the sudden array of offense by MMK. He does slowly make his way to his feet though, slowly making his way over to the Masterful One, who seems to have just about choked Cassius out. Finally back up to his feet, Judge begins to walk in, readying a big stomp upon the man, but he lets go just at the last second, and his foot connects with Cassius instead. Bemoaning his luck slightly, Judge turns to Karver, who kicks him in the stomach, and locks him into a butterfly suplex, floating over and dropping him in the center of the ring, grinding him down and over. He mounts Judge, his left leg over his opponent's right shoulder, right leg pressed in as he attempts to lock in a side chickenwing, pushing Judge down into the mat. However, Judge somehow manages to float underneath the Masterful One, perhaps having taken too much time. The Judge, managing to summon up an almost unbelievable flexibility, rolling underneath Karver's spread legs, pushing into his upper back with his legs, and setting him up for his Liontamer variant, the Time Stopper, a one-legged crab with Karver being pushed down.

Daniel: Wow, I really thought Karver had the upper hand here.. but I guess even though Judge and JMC are willing to be the dirtier.. they're still fantastic wrestlers.

Max: Yes, Judge is great. But all it comes down to is.. 8 minutes.. JMC.. with the crowbar, in the kitchen.

Daniel: Are you sports betting.. or playing Clue?

Judge attempts to keep the harsh submission on, pushing as best he can into the smaller man's skull.. but the master of submissions is just too crafty to be held down in such a simple manner, writhing out from underneath the Judge and wrapping his legs around the larger man, pushing a vise-like body scissors in against him and pulling him around, rolling him into a corner of the ring. Growling loudly, Karver gets to his feet.. only to be blindsided by a running Yakuza kick to the head by a just barely recovered Cassius, clenching at his neck. JMC gets a sudden vile look upon his face, grabbing a stunned Karver by the head and hobbling him over to Judge, grinning as they both lock around his waist, in a gut-wrench position, each clutching around one side of the stunned MMK and pulling him up onto their shoulders.. running him forward and.. into the lifeguard's chair! The heightened chair crumples, with Karver's body suddenly going limp within it, breaking cross-link after cross-link of mesh wire and weak aluminum making up the chair. Karver continues to flail slightly, clearly alive and breathing, but a large bruise already swelling up on his head from the fall, blood oozing out and covering the man's face, just as the crowd begin to scream out their usual "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Max: OH GOD, NO!

Daniel: JESUS! Those.. bastards! How could they do a thing like that? He has a girlfriend! He has friends! That could have KILLED him, for christ's sake!

Max: MY CHAIR! THAT COST ME $150, GODDAMNIT! HOW COULD THEY! HOW COULD THEY BETRAY MY TRUST!

Daniel: I hate you.

JMC and Judge highfive one another, grinning as they move out to the middle of the ring. Todd Franklin is at ringside, ensuring that Karver isn't dead.. But Franklin seems happy enough, despite the fact that Karver is most definitely not about to move. Cassius and Judge.. again, find themselves face to face, pressing one another in nose to nose. They stay like that for a good twenty seconds, before grinning again, backing up slightly, reaching for one another's hands. Cassius throws a punch out of the handshake.. as does Judge! However, Judge connects just slightly faster, smacking the smaller, nimbler member of the Royalty clear in the jaw. While each have taken plenty of offense, each seems fresh, and as Judge leans in, attempting to throw Cassius around in a belly to belly suplex, Cassius grabs an arm, rolling the larger man overhead in an armdrag. Judge quickly gets up, rushing in, attempting to throw a fast haymaker.. but Cassius again ducks, intercepting the arm for another quick armdrag! Holding in the arm, he pushes Judge in for a quick armbar, wrenching back on the larger man's arm. TJ doesn't stay down for long, quickly rolling around on the mat, attempting to get up, but Cassius wrenches the larger man down in an arm wringer. Judge groans in the middle of the hold, but doesn't stay there for long, grabbing the smaller man's arm and reversing the hold, pulling his hand in under his head and pulling him in for a quick back drop, hooking around the waist. He immediately falls in for a pin..

1..
2.. JMC edges up his shoulder!

Judge stays right on the offensive, not willing to let his first ever chance to claim the WPW Title as his own go to waist, pulling JMC up with an underarm clutch, immediately rolling the smaller man through in a back slide..

1..
2.. JMC rolls through, and onto his feet, dropkicking Judge straight in the head!

Cassius temporarily on the offensive, he immediately grabs Judge - respectfully, really, by the head, clutching around his head and pulling him up into a knee to the gut, jumping up onto the larger man's shoulders and wrapping his legs around his neck, throwing his head back and pulling the larger man down in a quick hurricanrana, hooking through his legs..

1..
2.. Judge kicks Cassius clear off of him!

Already back to his feet, JMC comes off with a quick attempt at a superkick - but Judge sees it telegraphed, ducking under and pulling the leg of his oft-time partner down and into a stretch, his feet up on the ropes as he pushes him down for a jackknife pin!

1..
2.. Franklin sees the feet on the rope!

The pair of them quickly get up to their feet, ready for a fight, grinning. Cassius points to the ropes; Judge shrugs and points to his waist again, winking in the way a pair of good-natured friends might well do. They again go for a handshake, each gently needling one another with a squeeze about one another's wrists, though Cassius does quickly stomp on TJ's foot, grinning. Judge hops a couple of times, frowning, and is quickly given a swift boot to the stomach. Cassius jumps onto his shoulders, threading a pair of legs through and rolling through into a quick Sunset Driver!

1..
2.. Judge reaches for the bottom rope!

Daniel: Wow, this is.. really solid action. Maybe the Royalty were just.. you know, they just wanted to make sure one of them took it down?

Max: No, they're just being silly now.. I mean, they've got this one. Who cares who wins the belt? It's Royalty all the way, baby.

Judge seems to have really hit his head rather hard on the sunset driver, seeming somewhat dazed as JMC battles him into the nearest corner to him, kneeing, kicking and punching him the entire way - while he might be with a friend, he wants to win this, clearly. However, Todd Franklin is distracted - for some reason, the Royal Knight appears to be coming out! While it is clearly just to congratulate his friends on their almost-certain win of the WPW Title. He banishes RK back - the Knight goes back graciously, blinking, shrugging openly to the somewhat confused crowd. Franklin, as such, doesn't see the incoming Judge-shaped object.. actually, neither does JMC, as he comes running up into the Judge-Franklin mess and gives TJ a monkey flip, landing the larger man flat on his back in the middle of the ring. JMC quickly jumps on Judge without thinking, crossing his legs open for a Cassius Sharpshooter.. only to see.. Karver on the apron? Covered in blood though he may be, Karver seems ready to fight, already throwing lefts and rights in mid-air. Grinning, JMC plays to the crowd, forcing them to scream to Karver to beat the standing Cassius up - but Cassius quickly rolls out of the ring, and returns with.. a pair of steel chairs! Judge is already shaking off his cobwebs as Cassius passes him one of the chairs.. and the P.A. system suddenly begins blaring out with Papa Roach's 'Walking Through Barbed Wire'.

Daniel: Royalty trying to take this down for sure by cheating, but.. look, it's.. it's 2!! Florida And Hardcore Champion, 2!

Max: Todd! Wake up! Get the man out of here!

2 quickly runs down to the ring, each of his hands ordained with brass knucks, taking the side of Karver.. he helps to prop him up, smiling out to the crowd as he points to first JMC, then The Judge, as though daring them to take him on.. but they don't! The pair, somewhat beleaguered, simply stare at him and Karver.. and then start laughing. Cassius starts laughing heartily, letting his chair drop, Judge actually going to the extent of tossing his chair away.. as the red-streaked face of Karver becomes overblown with momentary fury, realising exactly what is about to happen - the knucks slamming against his head and driving him down into the mat!

Max: I've always loved 2! ONE 2 PUNCH! Right in the forehead.. teach that bastard for beating him in the ToC, eh Daniel?

Daniel: It hasn't.. no, it hasn't happened.. 2 didn't just join Royalty, did he?

Judge and JMC both move as though to face off with one another again.. but 2 separates the pair! He holds them at arms' length, grinning as he takes off his knucks, reaching into his tights to retrieve.. a coin. He flips it into the air, catches it, takes a peek, then reveals the result to The Judge, who grins, and willingly opens his arms and simply.. falls. JMC follows him down, covering the willing man's shoulder's just as Franklin comes back to consciousness, 2 straddling the corner turnbuckle as Franklin props himself up, beginning to count the Judge out, clearly with absolutely no plans of kicking out..

1..

Daniel: Please, no.. just not this way.. please! NO WPW MATCH HAS EVER BEEN DECIDED BY COIN FLIP BEFORE, PLEASE, JUST LET THEM FIGHT IT OUT!

2..

Max: As it should be.. this is as it should be, don't you think, Daniel?

3!

The stunned crowd begin to get ready to riot, already seeming to look for things to throw at Royalty as they stand strong within the ring, Royal Knight quickly running out to join the celebrations, each and every one of the (plentiful) straps adorning the ring as "Apocalypse Please" by Muse again begins to sound throughout the arena, JMC being hoisted onto the arms of 2 and Judge as he holds his newly won belt high.

Mina: Ladies and Gentlemen, your NEW WPW Heavyweight Champion.. James.. Moriarty.. Cassius!

Daniel Justice, along with Mina Henderson, however, are far too concerned with Karver, as are the EMT's who rush down, giving him quick spot-checks, doing their best to make sure that the Masterful one isn't permanently injured. This is of secondary importance to the Royalty, clearly, who continue to play up to the crowd, who are quite literally beginning to throw things into the ring, James Moriarty Cassius staying firmly on his friends' shoulders, standing tall over the entire WPW Roster.

Max: Guess that chickenshit ran off again. But it's alright. Because let's face it.. January 1, 2008. A day for everyone to remember.. because the Royalty stand tall once again.. and the title is.. finally.. back around the waist of James Moriarty Cassius! For that pussy, Daniel Justice, I'm Max Stockton, saying Goodnight, and have a great New Years'!





Segments: Prometheus, DjM, AFS, Aperama, Scorch
GoL title Match: legendaryken
Darien Entreri Vs. RPC: HBK619
Domination vs. Resistance vs. D&D Vs. Dream Team: Prometheus
Gunnar Vs. Xavier: The Judge
Brock Goodman vs. 2: Neo
Corral & Cameron Vs. Murph & RK: Scorch & Prometheus
JMC Vs. MMK Vs. Judge: Aperama

[Aperama]

Solid stuff. Commercials on a pay per view? Crazy. Hope everyone likes. I'll be sending off a review shortly, no doubt (kinda skimmed through the squash matches). That said.. TNT next week had better have Murph-Knight!

[Tank2K8]

Damn. That was one hell of a show. The Dream is finally back and JMC is champion again. It feels like 2007 all over again. :)

[Snowman]

I think I need to change my pants.

[M Karver]

Really awesome show. Am I upset that I lost? Well yeah, but I loved the ending and Im really honored that Karver was made to look as strong as he was.

Now I have to start taking apart another Stable where Jede is the leader...are we SURE this isnt PCW? ;)

[AFalseSinn]

4 of the smallest men in WPW, Three of them holding titles, Two of them holding double titles...and ONE of them holding double singles titles.

all of them in Royalty!

I didnt expect to put two guys on stretchers in one night, I think I just set some sort of record haha!

Everything looked awesomely written and done awesomely well for the ppv everyone has waited for.

I think Karver and Scorch as well will be looking for title shots (if the site will ever let Scorch back on!)
I love you guys!



EDIT: 2 is indeed NOT the leader. he will be the first king to openly take orders from a prince. But I dont mind, cause its still filled with awesome.

[Mr. Hendrickson]

Holy Crap waht an awesome show. The Review is upcoming but damn the winners and losers I kinda picked but overall this was a good show. Not sure who The Dream is but hey welcome back I think. Good matches I really loved the Main Event and hell I liked the Tag Team #1 Contenders Match was really solid... Good job writers best show yet. Also like to say congrats to MVP and JMC!

[legendaryken]

Sorry to sound just like everyone else, but I've only had time to read the Tag 4 way thoroughly and skim the rest, so legendaryreview at the weekend probably (assuming I get back from Iowa - sorry - confusing fiction and real life again)
Anyway, Prom, great match, had me in tears at the beginning. Exactly how Jokester would have played it. No. Exactly how he did play it. I forgive you the decision. I couldn't out RP D+D or Forsaken and Ryder (hard luck, guys) on my own but hopefully we'll get both barrels from the Dream next time round. This was the correct result though I'm still having my lawyers sift through the evidence from the debacle two weeks ago!
OK, where next?

[Gunnar Brian]

Time to repeat what everyone else has said so far, skimmed through the show this morning. Nice to the the Dream return (and I did call that match to a tee) and a nice to see the comical side is still there. 2 joining Royaltis kind of a kick in the teeth for everyone, even if it was expected by a few people, can't have them hold all the gold either so Philly better keep it safe.

A goodish start to the new year and lets see it roll into the first TNT of the year

[AFalseSinn]

Holy Crap waht an awesome show. The Review is upcoming but damn the winners and losers I kinda picked but overall this was a good show. Not sure who The Dream is but hey welcome back I think. Good matches I really loved the Main Event and hell I liked the Tag Team #1 Contenders Match was really solid... Good job writers best show yet. Also like to say congrats to MVP and JMC!



......you dont like 2?

[APostingGod]

Congrats 2, have to say it's close to my heart when a charater I created as a tool to create dialog has gone so far, with my buddie Jede! It's a sweet little feeling, and I'm glad you got your groove back! I always knew you could kick anyones ass if need be!

Congrats to Prom also, It might sound bad because I lost the title, but I hold the World Title in high regard and I am glad your back on top to hopefully bring it back to where it use to be. You deserve it champ, and I don't see anyone beating you... except me! :)


Congrats to rest of the winners too, and to all the losers... you where screwed!!!

[Mike Corral]

Holy fuck. THE DREAM IS BACK BABY!!!

The main event had me questioning what would happen, as all three men could have won the title. Congrats to JMC, 2, MVP, and D&D.

I think everyone knows which title I will be going for, especially since I said it in my promo's leading up to the match. I'll make sure to put something up to confirm it.

Review to come later.

[Prometheus]

Oh, boy. It feels pretty good once again to be the WPW Champ once more, I've always enjoyed it because... well, what's there not to like? Also AFS is correct, the King answers to the Prince. Dust answered to me before, now 2 does the same!

Adding to that the fact I've also been able to miracuously keep my tag Titles makes the first ever heel run for a WPW champ all the more sweeter. And good work MVP, now lets see how 2008 goes!

[Gunnar Brian]

Ah yeah Dream returned and I called it, damn I'm good, my next prediction Gunnar will win gold in 08, any takers? No, none? I don't blame you guys, even I don't buy it :P however the champs should all take notice, Gold is in my future be it Royalty or well MVP.

Randomness aside, congrats to JMC, 2, and MVP for big victories. Congrats to Corral and Cameron for a nice win, and well big ups for everyone who rp'ed. And to the guys who didn't rp..shame on you

[Shadows]

Hey Prometheus (or anyone who read the promos for my match for that matter) could you tell me what I could've done better to win that match? I gave it my all, so I must be doing something wrong to still lose...

[Philly]

Hey Prometheus (or anyone who read the promos for my match for that matter) could you tell me what I could've done better to win that match? I gave it my all, so I must be doing something wrong to still lose...

perhaps its not you, its your partner. I didnt read the RPs but you had a tag match did you not? Maybe you did as good as you think (maybe better) and Sky Ryder lost it. Im not trying to hurt anybody, as I didnt read any of the RPs in that thread, but it is one possibility.

Great show. I looked forward to seeing Carlos' backstage every once in a while. Every match was fantastic, the backstage was fantastic. This is the PPV I hyped and then some. This is probably the only WPW show in a year and a half that I read from top to bottom, actually looking forward to every match and every backstage segment, and it started with the opening "Shit" through the video (which I also enjoyed) and lasted until the end credits. Great work everyone involved, I'm very proud of this one.

[Prometheus]

And sometimes perhaps it's not that you did badly, its that the opponents busted out something special.

I'll message later, but i want to see peopel comment on the layout of the show, and most important the results.. come one! it's not a WPW Changing hands unless someone gets pissed off in words! Even APG was nice to me too, it's a let down old buddies!

[Mike Corral]

I'm pissed because I'm going to have to beat my team captain before the month is up. Does that count?

[Philly]

This weeks updates from TW:

Blue: 13.5
2: 5
JMC: 5
Mike Corral: 3.5

Yellow: 13
Desmond Troy: 5
MVP: 4
Ryan Patrick Cade: 4
Gunner Brian: 2

Green: 5
David Nicolls: 5

Red: 3.5
Martin Cameron: 3.5

Orange: 0

[M Karver]

Goooooooooooooooooooooo-range!

[Aperama]

I think you're off on those calcs, Philly.

For instance, D&D shoulda scored (4+3+5+3+3+2)/6 for their win.. not just, highest points scorer in the match. Only guy who won 5 points was 2.. yeah, say *that* five times fast.

[Philly]

According to the Rules, in any match thats not 1 on 1 or 2 on 2, its the highest point man in the match, which was Parker

[Aperama]

Oh, okay.. seriously? Go figure. My bad, in that case. Was just expecting there to be more x.x's (like, 3.3 or whatever the case might have been). Cheers, then. I love being in green, WOO!

[Gunnar Brian]

I would have thought in that match the points would have been from the highest team in the match which was 4 (Adams-3, Parker 5) but I guess we wait until its confirmed

[legendaryken]

legendaryreview then......

First off, it was a shame about the Scorch situation. It made it difficult to explain away the change of match and screwed up some of the later stuff as well.

Including the match I wrote which was now the opener. The opening dialogue didn't make a lot of sense in view of what had happened but the rest of the match I was quite happy with - a spot fest strung together with a few gags then join the dots with some wrestling.

4 Way tag - Excellent entrances which, luckily, did not overshadow the action. Some nice work and I couldn't quibble with the result though Forsaken didn't deserve to be the one pinned.

Murph/JMC segment - this was good but was maybe too big a hint as to the outcome of the 3 way later.

Cade/Entreri - Pretty exciting match. Shame it was buried in the middle of a PPV.

Brian/Xavier - speaking of which - 2 men destined to be forever buried in the middle of a PPV, it would seem. They do always have the best mid-card storylines though, I would say. I want to know where Brian goes next.

Goodman/2 - Things just stepped up a notch - Neo, wasn't it? Figures.

Open tag match - OK, but I got a bit lost in the middle. I don't know if you have edited your move set, Mike, but it would make your matches easier to write.

Main event - classic stuff. Just too obvious that JMC was going to win but that's nobody's fault and everybody's fault, I guess. How many wrestlers are now queueing up for a shot at JMC, I wonder? 2 would have been an obvious one but not if he's in Royalty. Then again, what's going to happen to Scorch?
The plot thickens.

The fully operational Dream Team will return as soon as next Tuesday. Exciting, ain't it?

[Scorch]

Congrats to Prom on winning the WPW Title again and best of luck to you in each coming defense.

Thank you to everyone for allowing me the chance to prove I was championship material, from coming in to PCW at the first TOC, when I was just waiting to see what would happen with another fed and telling Judge I just wanted a place to rp and wanted to put over one of his up and comers, to when he and Duff finally convinced me to come to WP for WPW, this was a blast. Seriously, you guys have no idea how rewarding it felt to finally win the WPW Title here. Now that my first time on top has come to an end, I want to say thank you.

Prom, I would tell you to get the title back to where it was before me, but I have a feeling you want to have more than one successful defense your second reign.