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Prometheus
06-04-2008, 01:40 AM
WPW Tuesday Night Turmoil
June 3rd, 2008
Hilton Hotel Crystal Ballroom
Vancouver, BC

The typical TNT show highlight package has been cut for the addition of live camera footage of a rabid Canadian crowd. As the camera zooms all over, showcasing as many rabid Canucks as possible, they zoom up, showing the incredibly high roof of the Crystal Ballroom, then zoom down to Max Stockton and Daniel Justice, sitting live at commentary.

Daniel: Welcome, everybody, to WPW's first ever show in Canada!

Max: These Canadians sure know how to have a good time, Danny. I had no idea. They've got so much food. It's like American food. Only fattier! I really.. I never would have guessed that the Canadians would be even worse eaters than us!

Daniel: I think it's that they exercise more. Anyway.. what a show we've got for the Canadian fans tonight! Tonight's theme? Redemption.

Max: ... From Redemption! I mean, except for the first match. Two returnees, neither of which made it to the show. Lazy bastards.

Daniel: Nick Comoroto and Mike Corral were backstage, I'll have you know - and they want a piece of each other. But.. I think it's going to be more interesting to see how the crowd reacts to our new Canadian champion, Sky Ryder, going against the man who almost cinched the title away from him at Redemption, Canada's own.. Spaz!

Max: Yeah, that match will be a train wreck. Uh. I mean.. a good train wreck. Anyway. After that.. uh.. Smike and Parker. What's that about, anyway?

Daniel: I hear it's Carlos' way of seeing how far removed Parker is from the Florida State division, by putting him in a match with.. well, one of the former number one contenders to the gold! But.. The match after it is one I think a lot of people will be dying to see.

Max: Gunnar Brian and Mykal Adams. I've gotta admit, I'm excited, too.

Daniel: You actually know? What's got you more excited? The competition? The spirit? The energy?

Max: The chance to see Mykal Adams never appear on this show again! LIVE! Man, Carlos cracks me up sometimes. Wait, we were talking about Redemption?

Daniel: That's for sure. Tag match. One side.. Karver, Inc. Michael Karver and Sal Karver both lost last week.. to who? Their opponents tonight, the tag team of Martin Cameron and The One! I've been hearing a little backstage chatter that maybe The One and Martin Cameron have been looking to tag up together anyway, so this'll definitely be one worth recording, folks.

Max: One, two, three, four.. Okay, so that's five matches, so that's our main event?

Daniel: No! It's our first show in Canada, so we want to pull it off with a bang, with some zazz.. SIX matches tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Our main event? The man who Sold his Soul.. Dan Murph.. faces the one, the only..

Max: EL POLLO?!??

Daniel: SCORCH! This is another match you don't see every week, folks, because Scorch.. well, he's bloodthirsty of late. But he's got an absolute giant to take down in Dan Murph.. and Dan Murph's looking to prove himself!

Max: Anyway, that's enough chatter for now. Let's go to the lovely Mina Henderson.. Aw, shit, that's your line.






Daniel: And what a match we’ve got to celebrate our first ever show North of the border. Two returning superstars – Nick Comoroto and Mike ‘The Saint’ Corral.

Max: Who? Never heard of ‘em. We’re coming off the biggest night of the year with another glorious JMC victory and our opening match is John Doe versus Barry Has been. It’s not good enough, I tells ya.

Daniel: That’s not fair. These two men will be anxious to show why they used to thrill the Florida crowds, Corral with his mastery of a hundred different finishers, none of them the Bronco Buster, and Comoroto with whatever he used to do.
Here’s Mina to introduce our two contestants.

Mina: Our opening match is to be decided by one fall and is between, weighing in at 243lbs and hailing from San Diego, California, Mike……the Saint…..Corral!

Triumph by the Wu Tang Clan hits and Corral emerges, not in his usual ‘Enlightenment’ T shirt, but in a Maple Leaf shirt which encourages some cheers from the unfamiliar crowd.
Mike sighs a little, expecting a bit more from his return to WPW. He walks to the ring, not interacting with the fans that do try and make contact. He slides under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle much the same as he did in his previous run with the company.

Mina: His opponent, weighing in at 235lbs and hailing from Trenton New Jersey……no……the Heart of Canada, he is Niiiiiick Comorooooooooto!

Riot by Three Days Grace starts up for a few seconds but Como only emerges to poke his head through the curtain and say ‘No- Not that one’

The music stops and within a couple of seconds a new tune starts – the overture from 2112 by Canada’s favorite’s, Rush.
The crowd goes wild and Nick Comoroto steps through the curtain in full Mountie uniform.

Daniel: Welcome back, Nick Comoroto, the eternal crowd pleaser.

Como slaps hands with every fan on the railing as he makes his way to the ring.
Mike Corral gets up from his crouch in the corner and exchanges some words with referee Todd Franklin, presumably about the time that Comoroto is taking to get to the ring. Franklin shrugs and indicates that he can’t count Comoroto out until the bell rings. He eventually gets to the ropes and takes off his ever present golden locket and hands it to his friend and manager figure, Harry Alanson, then strips off his Mountie uniform.
As Alanson exits the ring, Corral’s patience finally snaps and he charges at Comoroto, clubbing him on the back as he hands his jacket to the timekeeper.

Ding Ding

Corral grabs Comoroto and lands a Belly to Back Suplex, then strips off his Mountie pants, winds them round Como’s neck and uses them as a garrote.
Todd Franklin warns Corral and starts a five count, but Corral discards the pants at the count of three and applies a Rear Naked Choke instead. Como struggles for a while then manages to rise and pull Corral over his shoulder.

Daniel: And we’re off! Nick Comoroto was in trouble but managed to reverse and neither of these men have forgotten the tricks of their trade.

Max: Thank the Lord that Nick Comoroto didn’t forget his wrestling tights. I’m not sure that my stomach could stand that after that Mexican burrito. I didn’t know you could get authentic Mexican food in Canada. I thought it’d be all the old American favorites like pizza or chop suey.

Como drops an elbow then pulls Corral to his feet with a wrist lock. He hyperextends the wrist, then twists, facing Corral to flip over rather than break his arm. Corral manages to wrench his arm free and sweeps Comoroto’s legs from under him. He hits the mat with a loud thump. Corral scrabbles to try and grab Como’s legs but Como spider walks away and uses the ropes to get back to his feet.

Daniel: Both these men are students of the game. I don’t know if anyone else in WPW has more ability than Mike Corral or Nick Comoroto.

Max: You need more than ability to win titles, Daniel. You need strength, you need luck and you need a small yellow warthog named Kenneth.

Daniel: Brain skipped a track there, Max. Too much coffee with that burrito.

Como goes for a Running High Knee but Corral has time to step aside and Como’s leg goes over the top rope. Corral Gets him in a headlock and DDT’s him to the mat, following up with a cover.

1…………….2…….Comoroto gets a shoulder up.

Corral doesn’t persist with the cover, instead pulling Como up by the neck then delivering an XXX-Plex (A Cross Arm German Suplex)
Comoroto bounces off the mat and escapes under the bottom rope.

Daniel: This Canadian crowd is beginning to warm to the WPW experience. How soon can it be before they forget the words Montreal and screwjob.

Max: Why? What happened there?

Daniel: You’re supposed to be the expert, Max. Surely you know the story of The Hitman and the Heartbreak Kid?

Max: Is that the one about the magic beans and the giant with the super sense of smell?

Como sees Comoroto slowly get to his feet and decides on a Heat Seeking Missile Dive to the outside. He catches Como on the upper body and Como’s head bounces off the thin mat that covers the concrete ring surround.

Daniel: High risk move from Corral, but it paid off. He just needs to get Como back in the ring and the fat lady will start singing.

Franklin starts his count-out just giving Corral enough time to recover and roll Como back in the ring. Corral goes to the top rope and launches a Charger-sault – a High Elevation Moonsault Legdrop. Como seems to react with a sixth sense and rolls away at the last second so that Corral hits bare mat twisting his knee in the process. Corral grabs his right leg and Como spots the reaction so goes straight for a Boston Crab, dropping the left leg to concentrate on the damaged right leg.
Corral yells in pain.

Daniel: There’s that momentum shift Comoroto was looking for. He looked dead and buried but now it’s Corral who is on the edge of defeat.

Comoroto applies more pressure and Todd Franklin asks Corral the question. He shakes his head and stretches his fingertips to their extremities until……..finally…….he just brushes the bottom rope and Franklin calls for a break.
Como eventually agrees to release but, as Corral gets back up, he goes straight for a Single Leg Takedown. Corral stays on his back and plants his boot on Como’s forehead to thrust him away. Como looses his grip and flies backwards, rebounds off the rope and walks straight back into a Mafia Kick.

Daniel: That was with his injured leg! Both men giving their all to shine in their return to WPW.

Como again rebounds off the rope and Corral catches him with the Triple X – Release Dragon Suplex into an Unprettier. Como flops over and Corral covers.

1………………

2………………

3………………

Ding Ding

Mina: Your winner, Mike ……the Saint…….Corral.

The crowd give a muted response to Corral’s victory as Harry Alanson gets in the ring to check on his fallen employer. Corral snatches his raised hand back from Todd Franklin and quickly gets out rather than face the monster manager. He shows off his Maple Leaf shirt as he makes his way backstage and gets some applause while the Wu Tang Clan track plays on the PA.

Daniel: Fine start to the program. What can I do to make your evening more complete now, Max?

Max: A camera backstage in the diva’s locker room?

Daniel: Your wish is my command.

Backstage, Sophie Cassius enters the divas’ locker room with Sexxxie Goregous and Amanda Rhyme. A huge glass of fruit smoothie festooned with ribbons and cocktail sticks sits on a table. Sophie picks up the card lying against the glass and reads:

‘For the lovely Sophie. Passion Fruit and Papaya – your favorite. Enjoy!
XOXOXO – a mystery admirer.’

Sophie: Wow! Fabulous! Look girls, I’m gonna enjoy this and I’ll catch you later. Okay?

Amanda: Yeah, sure. See ya later!

Sophie takes several long draws on the straw before putting the glass back on the table. She goes to undo a few buttons but then clutches her throat and falls to the ground gasping. A female assistant comes in, sees Sophie struggling and screams. She disappears then some paramedics rush in with a gurney.

Daniel: What was going on there? Looks like Sophie Cassius was having some medical difficulties. I hope that situation gets resolved soon.





Daniel: The following match is a rematch of sorts from Redemption, pitting the newly crowned Canadian Champion, Sky Ryder, against one of his opponents from the assimilation match, Spaz.

Max: What an honor to see the newest championship defended in its own backyard, huh Danny boy?

Daniel: You do realize the Canadian title isn’t on the line in this match, right?

Max: …I meant my championship. You know, the Canadian hot dog eating championship? Where did you think I was during that last commercial, anyway?

“Given Up” by Linkin Park hits the speakers, and a very determined Spaz steps out through the curtain. His focus is solely on the ring as he makes his way down the ramp, not even noticing the fans that are shouting in his direction.

Mina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Now entering the ring – from Canada, weighing 245 pounds, SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZ!

The crowd pops to the mention of their home country, though it quickly dies down once they receive a glare from Spaz who is definitely the opposite of appreciative. Spaz’s face noticeably seems to be lacking its usual cockiness as he moves into the corner to begin stretching out on the ropes.

Max: These Canadian fans will cheer anything that’s from Canada, won’t they? Worst fans in the business, seriously.

Daniel: Now, now, we need to be nice to our newest fanbase, Max. …Even if they do decide to cheer the faces and boo the heels… and make calling matches unnecessarily difficult…

Max: See? Say it, I’m right. Say it!

Daniel: I plead the fifth.

“On The Outside” breaks the awkward silence, and the fans begin to boo. Sky Ryder makes his way into the arena, the boos growing in volume the further down the ramp he comes. Something is obviously bothering Ryder, though – and it’s not just the fans. He’s simply not his usual hyper self, instead strolling slowly down the ramp toward the ring, his Canadian Championship Belt haphazardly fastened around his waist by only one buckle.

Mina: And his opponent, he is the NEW Canadian Champion… From Dallas, Texas… Weighing 230 pounds… SKYYYYYY RYYYYYYYYYDER!

The fans boo even louder to the mention of an American city, and quite possibly to the fact that an American holds the Canadian title. Sky Ryder slides under the bottom rope, his Canadian Title unknowingly falling off beneath the bottom rope. He stands in the opposite corner from Spaz, looking a little bit spacey as if something else has his attention.

Daniel: What's up with Ryder tonight? You think he's thinking too much about Letty?

Max: Come on, this is wrestling… the only thing that should ever be in your mind is winning your match!

Daniel: Oh come on, Max, that’s being extremely disrespectful… she’s his wife, for God sakes… not that you would know anything about love.

Max: Sure I do. I cried for about twenty minutes when I lost my clean, crisp $500 bill at the blackjack table the other night.

Referee Chris Kay gives Sky Ryder a bit of a look as he picks up his Canadian Title, walking it over to the timekeeper’s table. Spaz watches it pass, disgusted, then turns back to his opponent as Kay calls for the bell.

*Ding Ding Ding*

Sky Ryder seems jolted back to reality by the bell, and looks around the ring for Spaz who is nowhere to be found. He soon realizes why, however, as Spaz appears behind him outside of the ring. He grabs Ryder by his boots and trips him up, dragging him to the outside with a THUD.

Daniel: Now there was no call for that, why resort to dirty tactics at the beginning of a match?

Max: You would complain no matter when he did that, and you know it.

Daniel: … Shut up, would you?

Spaz kneels down next to Ryder, cradles his head in his left hand, and begins delivering devastating punches one after the other to the face of the stunned Ryder. He slowly lifts Ryder up by the hair and drives his knee into his gut before pushing him forcefully into the steel guardrails. Spaz slides into the ring to break the count, then rolls back out, stomping heavily upon the chest of Ryder a few times.

Daniel: Looks like something’s gotten into Spaz tonight, huh Max? He claims he’s above the division he’s placed in, and what’s a better way to prove it than to defeat the champion of that division in Sky Ryder?

Max: **buuuuuurp**

Daniel: …Please, could you try to be a little professional? Just once?

Max: Yes, sir… mister Daniel sir.

Daniel: Now see? That was nice, thank you.

Max: **buuuuuuuurp**

Daniel: …So much for professional huh?

Max: You said once, that was once.

Spaz has Ryder back to his feet once again and slams his face into the ring apron, Ryder coming to rest upon it. Spaz’s smirk returns as he grabs Ryder by the waist, rolling him into the ring just at the 8 count from referee Chris Kay. Spaz rolls him onto his back, and expecting the easy victory, simply lays his back against Ryder’s side. Kay gets into position...

1…

2…

….SHOULDER UP!

Daniel: It won’t be that easy, Spaz! He’s the champion for a reason, you’re going to have to earn it tonight.

Max: He better not take too long to earn it, those nachos are NOT sitting well.

Spaz rolls over onto his knees and looks at Ryder, a little surprised at the life shown. However, he seems unaffected and lifts Ryder up, sending him into the nearest corner with a simple toss by the head. He climbs up onto the middle rope and once again grabs Ryder by the head, delivering the mandatory nine-punch, followed by a very strong tenth punch, which sends Ryder collapsing to the mat. Spaz turns and sits on the top turnbuckle, pausing to admire the damaged caused to his opponent.

Daniel: Hey now, don’t be too sure of yourself Spaz…

Max: And why not? Look at Ryder, no way he’s getting up.

Spaz slowly makes his way down from the turnbuckle and kicks Ryder in the ribcage cockily. He laughs a little bit and does it again, but this time Ryder is ready for it and grabs his ankle, sending him off-balance. Ryder grabs ahold of Spaz’s leg and wrenches as much as he can until Spaz falls to the mat in surprise – but unluckily for him, Spaz falls against the ropes and Chris Kay has to call for a clean break.

Daniel: See! Sky Ryder is never out of a match, no matter how beaten down he may be.

Max: We’ll see about that, won’t we?

Daniel: But he just … oh, never mind.

Spaz slides out of the ring, once again surprised that his opposition is putting up more of a fight than expected. He adjusts his boots and glares into the ring, reassessing his gameplan. He wipes his nose with his arm, stretches out a little and slides back into the ring. Spaz walks a circle around the weakened Ryder, contemplating, then picks him up by the hair once again. After a short reprimand by Chris Kay (which, as you might expect, falls upon deaf ears), Spaz whips Ryder across the ring and attempts a clothesline on the rebound. Ryder’s instincts apparently kick in, however, and he ducks the attack. His momentum carries him into the opposite rope, and he springs off in an attempted cross body, but Spaz has this well scouted and side-steps the attack, sending Ryder rolling across the ring.

Max: Your boy doesn’t look to good, now does he?

Daniel: I’m not about to count him out, not by a long shot. Even though he may not be all mentally there, a good wrestler has instincts, and he’s definitely showing them here tonight.

Max: $5 says he doesn’t get another offensive move in?

Daniel: … I can’t believe I’m about to do this, but… you’re on!

Spaz collects himself again and does a slight calculation in his head, looking at both Sky Ryder and either side of the ring. He decides the left side is the better way to go and bolts towards the ropes to the left of Ryder, springboarding backwards off of them in a textbook Lionsault. His momentum carries him through and onto his knees, but he falls forward and hooks the leg of Ryder to keep them away from the ropes.

1…

2…

……KICKOUT!

Daniel: There’s still some life left in the tank of old Sky Ryder! Spaz can’t believe it!

Max: Neither can I! My intestines are about to explode, damn it! End this already!

Spaz pounds the mat, the frustration beginning to build. He returns to his original gameplan and drags Ryder to the bottom rope, forcing the heel of his boot to the back of his neck, choking him upon the rope. Referee Chris Kay begins his five-count, and Spaz lets go just before the count of five. Spaz lifts Ryder up, who is struggling for breath, and drops him down on his head with a strong, forceful DDT. Spaz looks over at Ryder, his eyes telling him not to kick out as he goes for the cover.

Max: This is it! Five bucks, dude!

1…

2…

…2.5….

……KICKOUT!

Daniel: I can’t believe my eyes! Sky Ryder WILL NOT quit here tonight! What is it going to take to put him away?

Max: Here’s the plan: Nachos, beer, chili, and a massage chair.

Daniel: Excuse me?

Max: Simple. Spaz force-feeds him the chili and nachos, sticks him on the massage chair, and waits. Sooner or later, Ryder will have to go to the bathroom LIKE SOMEBODY HERE, and will be forced to take the count-out loss. Brilliant, no?

Daniel: You’ll only get this inside analysis here in WPW. Max Stockton, ladies and gentlemen.


Back in the ring, Spaz is having a very heated discussion with referee Chris Kay about the speed of his counts. Behind his back and out of view, Sky Ryder has managed to get up to his knees. He musters up all he can and delivers a strong forearm to the small of the back of Spaz, who screams out in pain from the surprise attack, dropping down to his knees.

Sky Ryder realizes this may be his best chance to walk away with a victory, and slowly crawls towards the nearest corner. He climbs up to the second turnbuckle and stalks Spaz from behind as he slowly makes his way to his feet.

Daniel: He’s going for it all here! If he connects with this, it’s lights out!

Max: Please don’t notice the club to the back, pleeeease don’t notice the club to the back…

Daniel: …and you owe me five dollars.

Max: …Shit.

Ryder waits until Spaz is in prime positioning for the J-S-K-O, takes a deep breath, and dives off of the turnbuckle. Spaz hears the clinking of the turnbuckle, however, and catches a glimpse of the man flying at him. Spaz’s first reaction is to grab the extended arm of Sky Ryder, and they both fall to the mat. Carrying Ryder’s forward momentum, Spaz keeps his tight grip upon the arm of Ryder and rolls through into a bridge, locking on a one-armed version of the Ascension!

Daniel: What a brutal takedown, and what athleticism and where-with-all shown by Spaz! He’s got that Ascension mostly locked on, and Sky Ryder has to use that free arm if he has any chance of escaping!

Sky Ryder battles, his left arm making long, wide strikes at the side of Spaz who each time attempts to trap his arm. Spaz wrenches back harder after Ryder’s third strike and Ryder screams out, his next attempted punch falling short of its mark. Spaz seizes the opportunity and locks his left arm in a chicken-wing, leaving Sky Ryder with little chance to escape. He continues to fight, however, his legs both kicking against the mat, desperately attempting to free himself from the excruciating hold.

Soon, the kicking subsides, and Ryder’s body is left lifeless, face down on the mat and in the arms of Spaz. Spaz screams “CHECK HIM!” to referee Chris Kay, who obliges by grabbing Ryders arm.

He lifts it up once … and it drops to the mat in a thud.

Daniel: Ryder is totally out of it!

Spaz wrenches back on the hold again and Chris Kay lifts his arm a second time … and it falls back to the mat once again.

Daniel: One more of those and this match is over! … Wait, something’s missing…

Spaz’s eyes light up in confidence and he bridges his body as far as it will go, screaming out himself as he contorts his body in an attempt to keep Sky Ryder subdued for another count. Chris Kay lifts Sky Ryder’s arm up into the air, his other hand forming a “three”. He lets go and the hand of Ryder falls lifelessly back to the mat! Chris Kay waves his arms and calls for the bell!

Mina: The winner of this match, by submission… SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZ!

Daniel: That’s it! Sky Ryder put up as much of a fight as he possibly could, but in the end, it was Spaz who came to the show more prepared this week. Something tells me Sky Ryder was never mentally in this match, but in the end, it’s only the loss that will go in the record books for him. Anything to add, Max? …. Max?

Spaz exits the ring and grabs the Canadian Title from the timekeeper. He rolls back into the ring and shakes his head, dropping the title on Sky Ryder’s chest. He places his foot upon the title and raises his arms in the air, once again showing his smirk. The crowd is torn, whether to cheer the victory of their Canadian brethren or to boo the blatant disrespect of the Canadian title. The resulting noise is that of slow clapping, and random groans.

Daniel: Spaz may think that beating the champion puts him above this division, but that’s not his call to make. I would love to see these two face off another day down the road where both men are focused on the match, but that’s just me. … Max! Where the hell were you?

Max: Whatever you do, don’t use the third stall in the bathroom near the entrance. Trust me.

Daniel: … And on that note.. let's.. go to break. Quickly.







“Ten Thousand Fists” by Disturbed hits and all of the lights in the arena go out. As the drums to the song kick in, deep, dark red lights begin to flash in time with them. When “SURVIVOR!” is heard, all of the lights turn a brighter red and Smike slowly walks out through the curtains.. He walks forward and pauses at the end of the entrance way, waiting for the second “SURVIVOR!” where he raises both his arms to his side and the fans cheer.


Daniel: And there he is, I have to say going into this match the odds on favorite has to...............what the hell are you doing..

Max: Im a survivor, Im not gonna give up, Im not........huh? Im singing the song, duh......

Daniel: His song is by Disturbed, not Destiny's Child.

Max: Well it should be, because a great wrestler needs a great theme song!

Daniel: ......I'm just going to shut up for now..


Once the first verse of the song kicks in, dark and brighter red spotlights flash randomly throughout the arena at a fast pace as Smike begins his walk down the ramp in sync with the music. He acknowledges the fans with a slight grin and a nod, but doesn’t get close enough to shake hands. He walks up the steps and pauses on the apron, looking out into the crowd as if to both silently thank them, and to remind himself that he’s doing what he loves. He gets into the ring and moves towards the nearest corner, he steps onto the second turnbuckle and eyes the crowd once more, and as he begins to raises his arms, his musics cuts out abruptly leaving Smike looking around confused.

Mina: Introducing first.. He weighs in tonight at two hundred and thirty three pounds, from Tampa, F.. er.. Ontario, Canada.. He is... SMIKE!


"The Prisoner" by Iron Maiden kicks in from the beginning. Wasting no time for the song setup, Jamie Parker comes out from behind the curtains in his soccer kit. He is sporting a small bandage across his forehead and he is holding a soccer ball.



Max: See! Now THAT IS A THEME SONG!!

Daniel: .....Anyways, it looks like Parker is still a little banged up from that Substitution by Scorch he took onto a chair at Redemption.



Parker sets the ball on the stage and looks out around the arena. He is getting some boos, but they seem to be canceled out by a fat lady in the front row who is wearing a shirt 3x too small judging by the fat rolls hanging out. The shirt reads 'Parker got me pregnant.' Giving a glance in the womans direction, Parkers eyes widen almost in horror as he quickly kicks the soccer ball nailing her in the head and sending her crashing back on top of 3 small children.



Max: O THE HORROR!!!

Daniel: I know! I cannot believe Parker would do something like that to a fan!

Max: What?

Daniel: The fan..he hit with the ball?....just now!?

Max: He hit a fan!? I was worried about the fat cow that just fell back on those little kids! They had nachos in their hands!

Daniel: ............You really are an ass aren't you?

Max: O look she rolled over, they are saved!

Mina: And, coming down to the ring.. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty six pounds.. He is 'the number one Florida State Champion from 2007'.. From Harchester, England, he is.. JAMIE... PARKER!

By now Parker has made his way down the ramp with a grin on his face again as he climbs up the steps to the ring and climbs through the ropes. Parkers music fades out and the bell rings to start the match, Smike shakes his head slowly as Parker turns and looks out to the crowd raising his arms. At this moment, Smike runs up quickly and grabs Parker between his legs and around his waist pulling him backwards into a schoolboy pin.


Max: Cheater!!!

Daniel: Its a schoolboy pin Max!


1....2...kick out.


Smike rolls off of Parker and both men are quickly up to their feet. Parker doesn't seem happy and as Smike turns around he gets met by a hard right hook from Parker sending Smike stumbling into the ropes. Bouncing back off the ropes, Parker throws another right hand sending Smike down on his back. Parker quickly reaches down pulling Smike to his feet and pushes him back into the nearest corner. Parker holds Smike for a moment before stepping back and throwing a hard slap in the face of Smike.


Daniel: Oh come on, a total show of disrespect by Parker!!

Max: Well you're not supposed to hit ladies Daniel, but slaps are ok.


Smike stands in the corner now, holding his face for a moment and watching Parker who is taking a couple of steps back now. Smike runs forwards and Parker quickly ducks a clothesline attempt. Smike stops quickly and turns in time to catch Parker with a back elbow as he turns. Parker stumbles back holding his face and the crowd cheers. Smike quickly grabs Parker and whips him across the ring into the ropes and as he comes back, Smike quickly flips Parker onto his back with a hip toss. Parker is quick to roll back up to his feet only to recieve another hiptoss and Smike then drops for a quick cover.

1.....Kick out.


Max: QUICK COUNT!!!! THE REFEREE IS CHEATING!!!

Daniel: Cheating? It was a one count.

Max: Exactly, Parker obviously had his shoulders up before the one count!


Smike is standing, looking slightly tired from having moved around so much already. Parker is getting to his hands and knees now and Smike begins to pull him up, as he does, Parker quickly brings his right arm up, sending a european uppercut right into the jaw of Smike sending him stumbling back. Smike tries to approach Parker again, only to get laid out by a hard clothesline sending him down on his back. Parker stands over Smike and looks around the the crowd with a smile befor dropping down on Smike with a hard elbow drop followed by a pin.

1.......2.....Kick out.


Smike manages to lift his shoulder off the canvas and Parker sits up quickly looking down at Smike. Shaking his head, Parker pulls Smike up to his feet slowly but gets cut off as Smike throws a hard punch to the gut of Parker. Parker pauses and bends over, still holding onto Smikes head only to recieve another punch to the gut by Smike. Parkers grip lightens up and Smike slowly stands now, throwing one more punch that sends Parker back a few steps. Smike looks around now as the fans are begining to cheer, he quickly runs and rebounds off the ropes, flying back at Parker with a clothesline but Parker quickly ducks it. Smike stumbles trying not to fall but as he turns back to Parker he is met with a foot as Parker nails a step-up enziguiri. Smike drops to the canvas and holds his head as Parker is already climbing back up to his feet. Parker looks down to Smike then quickly runs towards the nearest ropes and jumps up to the second rope and dives into a moonsault towards Smike. Parker lands ontop of Smike landing a perfect lionsault and Parker quickly hooks Smikes legs going for the pin.

1........2......kick out.


Daniel: Wow perfectly executed lionsault by Parker and still only a two count!

Max: It was a three count! The referee is cheating, I told you this al......o look a peanut...

Daniel: Your not going to...

Max: <munch, munch, munch>

Daniel: You are......

Parker sits up looking upset as he quickly stands to his feet shooting a cold stare to the fans around the arena. Parker moves to the corner and climbs up onto the second rope looking around once more then glancing down at Smike. Parker jumps form the second rope and extends his legs but at the last minute Smike rolls out of the way of Parker who went for a second rope leg drop.


Daniel: And Smike lives!!!!!!


Max: <munch, munch munch>

Daniel: What the...what are you eating now!?

Max: <munch> mm...theres this stick <munch, munch> stuff under the table <munch>

Daniel: ............


Parker rolls holding his ass and Smike is slowly climbing back to his feet only moments before Parker is getting back up on his own as well. Parker turns in Smikes direction and throws a right hand only to have Smike duck it and catch him around the waist from behind. Smike lifts and drops back nailing Parker with a good old fashion standard backdrop. Parker hits but is quick to roll and climb to his feet holding his back, as he stands, Smike stands as well and catches a stumbling Parker around the waist again and lifts him up then drops down into a hard sidewalk slam. Smike hooks Parkers legs and pulls as best he can going for a pin. Smike doesn't even get a one count now as Parker already kicks out and is moving towards the corner in a crawl. Smike slowly stands up, trying to catch his breathe as he looks to be tired from the match going at such a fast pace. Parker pulls himself up in the corner and as he does, Smike quickly runs forward and dives at Parker who quickly jumps up and over Smike who was attempting a corner spear. Smike drops down into the second turnbuckle with his head and he quickly bounces back to his feet holding his face. Smike slowly stumbles back and Parker reaches forward to turn him around a deliver a hard kick to the gut of Smike, bending him over.

Daniel: Ouch, after that fall into the turnbuckle, it looks like Parker has control in this match again!

Max: And thats the way it should be!!!!


Parker looks around now and pulls Smike's head between his legs and hooks him by the waist. Parker pulls Smike up in a rotation fashion until he is resting ontop of Parkers shoulders, but something goes wrong and Smike continues rotating until he rolls over Parkers head and drops down behind him barely landing on his feet. Both men turn but Smike quickly steps forward and with everything he has, extends his arm and delivers a huge stiff clothesline to Parker sending him spinning off of his feet.

Daniel: And thats it, 'Just Stop!'

Max: But I didn't do anything??

Daniel: No the....oh nevermind!

Smike stumbles and drops down, rolling Parker over onto his back and making the cover.

1.........2...........3!

Mina: Here is Your Winner...... SMIKE!

Daniel: Well there you have it. Smike has successfully beaten the self proclaimed ‘Best Florida State Champion”

Max: Guess that doesn’t count for much in Canada, does it?

Parker rolls from the ring and ends up on the outside on his feet. Pissed as all bloody hell! He moves to the announcing table, and proceeds to pull out a steel chair and a microphone. Smike has not yet noticed, nor has the referee, despite the noise of the crowd. Smike turns and is greeted with steel to his face. The Crowd voice their disgust at Parker - and Parker, in return, voices his.

Parker: You know, I might have a reputation as someone who isn’t exactly fair. But The way I see it. Fair is not what the world is about. If the world were fair, I’d have been World Champion a long time ago. Fair, right? So as talking and complaining doesn’t seem to work, I’m going to try a new Strategy... Punctuation.

I want a World Title shot. And Perhaps if I put a few *He taps his chair* Exclamation points across Smike’s, The Apparent Future of the Company, knees.. Then Perhaps Carlos listens. And Cassius loses to me! Fairness Restor...

“Falls Apart” by Hurt begins to Play over the speakers and out Comes Carlos Gonzales. He gets a slight pop as he looks over at Parker, a slight smile on his face.

Carlos: Of all the two-bit, attention seeking ways to get a Title, Jamie Parker, Yours is honestly the worst! The Dumbest way I have ever seen! Do you think I care about Smike’s well-being. That I would lose a day of sleep if you broke his foot or his knee right now? I tell you what.. You want to be in a Contenders match? You want to have a change against JMC?

You got it.

But don’t think its because you’re holding me at gunpoint. You’re not blackmailing me... In Fact, Hit Smike For me, would you?

Max: What?

Daniel: Don’t do it!

Parker looks confused, looking between Smike and Carlos.

Carlos: Do it! Or I’ll revoke your Title shot!

Parker raises the chair and brings it Down on Smike’s Back!

Carlos: Brilliant! Do it again!

Parker joins in with Carlos, Laughing as he hits Smike a second Time!

Carlos: Great stuff. Now, meet your opponent in the number one Contenders match.. Smike’s best friend!

Parker’s face plummets as the crowd go crazy. Passing by Carlos is the blur of David Nicolls. Nicolls runs headfirst into the ring as Parker begins to panic.

Max: Haha, Carlos sure got you tricked, Parker!

Daniel: Jamie Sure bit of more than he can chew!

Parker throws a swing with the chair at Nicolls and Connects. Down goes Nicolls... But he gets back up again, Nicolls legs seem to swerve from under him and he falls over again but gets up and makes a beeline for Parker. Jamie, stunned by this retreats from the ring, still looking threatening with the chair. Nicolls, still concussed but standing starts talking trash at Parker.. Only he is not facing Parker. He realises and moves around and starts telling him to come ‘get some’.

Daniel: There you have it! Next Week, Number One Contender’s match. Parker and Nicolls. And Nicolls with some reason to hate Parker!

Max: If he remembers any of the past 10 minutes.. Or three Years! God, I’ve seen healthier looking stoners! Hey, just to change tradition.. I'm going to call the ad break for once! So, up yours, Daniel Justice!






Max: Welcome back to Tuesday Night Turmoil!!

Daniel: Are you happy now, I finally let you do an intro and an outro?

Max: Yes, sir!!

Daniel: Ok, good. Folks, in our next match, we have a man who was speared through a steel cage only a week ago at Redemption during the brutal Sell Your Soul match, going one on one with the returning Mykal Adams!

Max: Mike Adams?

Daniel: No, not Mike Adams, haven't we been through this enough times in the past, Max?

Max: I guess not.

Daniel: Right, well anyway. The former Florida State Champion Mykal Adams returned during our Redemption Pay-Per-View last week, in an attempt to save The Stallion from Royalty.

Max: So why the hell is he facing Gunnar Brian?

Daniel: I guess you'll have to ask the bookers that one Max.

Max: Yeah, like they know what they're doing.

Daniel: You don't like having a job, huh Max?

Max: Meh, its ok.

Daniel: Anyway, lets go over to Mina.

Mina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

"Just close your eyes" hits and the lights are yellow, and out walks Mykal Adams to the center of the stage dressed in his wresting attire with a black and gold hoodie on. He looks to the crowd, pulls the hood off of his head, spins around, and the pyro goes off from behind him. He points to the crowd (and especially acknowledges the ladies in attendance) as he makes his way to the ring. He slides under the ring, goes to the turnbuckle, climbs it and then removes his hoodie. He looks for a "hot looking female" in the front row to throw his hoodie to, and once he finds her, he throws the hoodie to the girl he selected.

Max: Who the hell does this guy think he is? Val Venis?

Daniel: Good god Max, we haven't held him down that badly!

Max: Aha, funny guy.

Daniel: Thank you. Anyhoo, Mykal Adams has already said this week that if he loses here tonight in his first match back in WPW, he will only be elligable to be booked on Live for the next two years.

Max: So what you're saying is that if he loses tonight, he'll be facing Beno every week for the next two years?

Daniel: Yeah, probably.

Max: And he won't get a pay cut or anything like that?

Daniel: Well I don't see why he would, why?

Max: Then I guess Mykal Adams is throwing the match this week, huh?

Daniel: What? Why the hell do you say that?

Max: Well he said if he loses he's going to be booked on Live for the next two years. Live has easier opponents, he won't get a pay cut, and he's probably already bet heavilly that he'll lose tonight. So basically he has far more to gain in defeat tonight than he does by winning.

Daniel: I don't think everyone quite thinks like you Max. Not everyone is looking for the easy way out. And I have no doubt that Mykal Adams is not looking for the easy route in WPW. If he were I really doubt he would piss off Royalty on his first night back!

Max: That's true I guess.

Mina: First, from Destin, Florida. Weighing in at two hundred and fourty pounds, Please welcome back....MYYYYYYKALLLLLL ADDDDDDDDDDAMMMMMSS!!!

The lights fade and the music begins to play, Gunnar walks out as he looks towards the sky. He pauses for a moment as he holds his hands out. He then looks down at the floor as the lights come back on. H reaches out to the fans before sharply pulling away pointing to himself and mouthing 'You all love me, but I hate you all' He walks down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Once he is in the ring he gets to his knees, and raises his arms upwards. He takes off the unoffical Gunnar shirt stating 'I hate WPW alot, but I hate you more'

Daniel: This man was very unfortunate to be eliminated when he was at Redemption last week, being speared through the steel cage by David Nicolls. But believe me when I tell you that Gunnar Brian opened the eyes of a lot of the WPW higher ups in that Sell Your Soul match.

Max: Yeah, and he shut the eyes of the crowd in attendance.

Daniel: Max, do you like anyone?

Max: Of course I do, Mina is hot!

Daniel: Right.

Max: But c'mon Danno, this guy is boring. He talks an average game, and he competes less than that. He's never even held a title in WPW, so why hes held in such high regard is totally beyond me.

Daniel: As are quite a few of the goings on in WPW.

Max: And what is that supposed to mean?

Daniel: Don't worry your little head over it Max. Just try to do the job that none of us can believe you've maintained for the past two years.

Mina: And his opponent, from Manchester, England. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds....GUNNNNNNNARRRRR BRIIIIIAAANNNN!!!

The referee rings the bell, and immediately Gunnar Brian rushes Mykal Adams. He backs him into the corner and begins punching him down, completely taking Adams by surprise. Adams tries to fight back early on, but Gunnar continues to get in some hard shots, including a couple of knees to the head as Adams goes down, seating himself in the corner. Gunnar begins to stomp his opponent in the corner of the ring, the referee shouting at him, but being completely ignored. Gunnar puts his foot into the throat of Adams and begins to choke him out as the referee begins to count. The referee gets to four, and realises that Gunnar is still ignoring him, so he pulls Gunnar away.

Max: Wow, what the hell was that all about?

Daniel: I don't know. Maybe Gunnar Brian is trying to prove a point.

Max: I guess.

Daniel: Or maybe he overheard your comments about him, and is gonna come for you next.

Max: Yeah right, like he could do a thing to me.

Daniel: So what you're saying is you would be totally fine to face Gunnar Brian next week on TNT?

Max: I don't remember saying that...

Daniel: You implied it.

Max: Implied?

Daniel: Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting the Dan Murph of the commentary booth!

Max: What?

Daniel: Nevermind, I'm sure someone will get it.

The referee tells Gunnar off, wagging his finger to show his authority. (Ohhh scary!) The referee turns around to walk towards Adams to see if hes ok, but as soon as he turns Gunnar flies by him, sprinting towards Adams before he can get up. Gunnar gets down to his knees in the corner, and begins to punch Adams in the face. Gunnar is totally relentless, not giving Adams a chance to get up, or a moment to catch his breath. The referee tries to pull Gunnar away, but Gunnar shoves him down, and again goes to work on his opponent, now having him in a headlock, and puching him in the side of the face. The referee gets up, and thinks about disqualifying Gunnar, but he doesn't, instead he attempts one more time to pull Gunnar away from Adams. He grabs at the waist of Gunnar, and begins to pull him away, using up all his strength in the process. Eventually he peals Gunnar away. Gunnar instantly gets to his feet, and turns towards the referee and begins shouting at him, asking what the hell is problem is.

Max: He's right. What the hell is your problem ref?

Daniel: What? You were just saying what a waste of space Gunnar Brian is, and now you're taking his side?

Max: Yes, Yes I am!! The way hes approached this match, the intensity hes shown. How can you not love it?

Daniel: Well I'm sure the referee doesn't, hes damn near disqualified him twice already, and if Gunnar isn't careful hes going to lose this match very soon.

Max: Yeah, like thats anything new in the life of Gunnar Brian!

Daniel: WHAT?!?! You just said that you like how hes approaching this match!! Will you stop switching sides already and just pick one!

Max: I have!

Daniel: Ok good, whos?

Max: I'm not telling!!

Daniel: Oh, thats real mature, Max!

Gunnar is really angry with the referee, infact his face has turned bright red. Shouting at him telling him to stop trying to hold Gunnar down, and instead doing his job! Gunnar turns around from the now scared to death referee, and is about to go on the assault again, but as he turns Mykal Adams bombs out of the corner with a vicious spear! Taking Gunnar straight down, and this time unloading with rights and lefts of his own to the face of Gunnar. This time the referee doesn't do anything, he just stands there and watches, letting Adams do whatever he wants to Gunnar. I guess he took the verbal assault by Gunnar personally.

Daniel: And now its Mykal Adams turn to assault Gunnar Brian!

Max: What the hell is the referee doing? Why the heck isn't he stopping this?

Daniel: Maybe because Gunnar Brian doesn't seem to see why the rules should be inforced?

Max: Well if hes going to inforce the rules for Gunnar, shouldn't he inforce them for Adams too?

Daniel: He should, but after Gunnar decided to take the law into his own hands, I can't say I blame him for not doing so now.

Gunnar pushes Mykal off of him at last. He gets straight to his feet and hits a couple of punches, but Adams kicks him in the abdomen and begins to fight back with a couple of rights and lefts in return. Adams whips Gunnar into the ropes and gives him a big times clothesline, knocking him down onto the mat. Gunnar holds the back of his head as he looks up at Adams with a look of fury in his eyes. Gunnar gets back up and tries to assault Adams, but he fails miserably again, as Adams ducks and when Gunnar turns around Adams catches him off guard with the Kiss of Death!! (Iron claw)

Daniel: The Kiss of Death!!

Max: Oh boy!!

Daniel: It's not an actual kiss, Max...Don't get too exicted.

Max: I know that!! What do you mean don't get too excited? What do you think I am?

Daniel: I would tell you, but I don't think I'm allowed to use that kind of language on the show.

Max: That language? What language can't we use on the show?

Daniel: French.

Max: What? Why can't we use French?

Daniel: *sigh* Nevermind, Max, Nevermind.

Gunnar tries to resist the kiss of death as long as he possibly can. But hes begining to fade, you can see it in his face. This has to be the end of this match, and for Gunnar tonight on TNT. Adams is putting all of his might into this move, and now with some clear leverage over Gunnar, there can't be any way out of this move, can there? Gunnar makes one last attempt at getting out of the move, as he forces his way to his feet. He tries to break the grip of Adams, but he has no such luck. Adams pushes down with the claw, as Gunnar tries to resist, knowing that if he doesn't he is surely in for another defeat. Gunnar begins to fade once more though, but with a desperate, last ditch, survival attempt. Gunnar kicks Adams in the knee. It seems to have helped a little. Adams holds on, but Gunnar kicks him in the knee again, and again. Gunnar has loosened the grip, so he now begins to punch the arm of Adams, finally breaking his grip, and the hold.

Daniel: Great work from Gunnar Brian there, I'm really surprised he was able to get out of that move, I thought he was a gonner.

Max: I didn't, I knew Gunnar could get out of this, and now hes going to go on to win this match!

Daniel: So you've finally picked a side then?

Max: What are you talking about? I've been rooting for Gunnar all the way through this match!

Daniel: No you haven't!

Max: I have so!

As Adams falls down to one knee, Gunnar sees this as his golden opportunity. He climbs through the ropes, and stands on the ring apron, looking straight at Adams, waiting for the right moment to strike. Adams doesn't move too quickly, but Gunnar is stalking him, he doesn't want to rush this, if he goes for him at the right moment, he will almost definately walk out of vancouver and the first edition of Canadian TNT with a victory. And in the process doom Mykal Adams to a long stint on Live. Adams finally, slowly gets to his feet. He steadys himself, holding his knee. Adams turns around, and Gunnar immediately springboards onto the top rope and goes for the Gundanium (720 DDT) Gunnar spins and lands it, NO! Adams moves out of the way and Gunnar lands in the ring, flat on his face. Adams shakes the cobwebs, and then looks down at Gunnar. He grabs Gunnar by the leg, hooking his own leg around it. He shouts out "YOU ARE MY BITCH!!" and then locks in the "YOU'RE MY BITCH" (STF). Gunnar begins to scream in pain, but hes in the centre of the ring, and it doesn't seem like he has any route out of this. He struggles to try and get towards the ropes, and actually manages to move towards it a little. But he just can't get close enough, Adams has the move locked in. Gunnar screams in pain, until he can't take the pressure anymore. Gunnar hesitantly taps out, the referee rings the bell. And Adams lets go of the hold.

Mina: The winner of this match, by submission...MYYYYYYKALLLLLL ADDDDDAAAMMMMMMS!!!!

Aperama
06-04-2008, 09:45 AM
A camera enters in on a scene where Sophie Cassius is buttoning up her dress.

Sophie: Are you sure that examination was absolutely necessary, Dr Freud?

Doctor: Completely necessary, Miss Cassius. (He smacks his lips) You would be amazed what secrets can be gleaned from the secretions from your nipples. I can positively say, for instance, that your recent respiratory arrest was caused by your ground nut allergy.

Sophie: Ground nut allergy? But I haven’t been in contact with any nuts.

Doctor: Not since Scorch left anyway.

Sophie: Puleeeeeeaaase. (She gives Dr. Freud a withering look)

Doctor: Then you must have been poisoned. Yes! Poisoned, I say! Who do you know who would do such a thing?

Sophie puts a finger on her chin and thinks hard. We see a sepia tinted replay of her enjoying her fruit smoothie earlier in the evening. Recognition dawns on her face.

Sophie: Dr. Freud, suddenly I feel very scared.

Cut back to Max and Daniel.

Daniel: Well, I’m glad to see that Sophie’s OK but I wonder who would have been so despicable as to put nuts in Sophie’s fruit smoothie?

Max adjusts his pants: What? Sorry, Daniel, I was miles away.








Daniel: You know Max, this next match could be a “Redemption” for the team of Sal Karver and Michael Karver, as they will face the team of Martin Cameron and The One.

Max: And as we all know, Cameron was able to retain his Florida State title against Sal Karver. And, in what was a classic matchup between two men who can’t stand one another, The One was able to beat “Masterful” Michael Karver. So you have to believe that Sal and Michael want to win here tonight in a bad way.


Daniel: No doubt about it. Although it does appear that One and Michael Karver don’t care about wins or losses in there feud. Seems that they want to destroy one another, and that is all they care about.


Max: Well Daniel, I realize that One is going through a lot in his personal life. I won’t deny that he did beat Karver and I am sure it felt damn good to do. But……if One isn’t careful, he is going to end up getting hurt by Karver. We all heard Michael…..


Daniel: I agree. Michael wants to take One out……permanently. And, whether you like or dislike the guy, you have to give One his due. Dealing with all his personal stuff and still wrestling a man like Karver and beating him.


Max: I agree. But tonight is a different night, and now we have One teaming up with Martin Cameron to face the WPW Tag Team Champions. Odds favor the champs in this one.


Daniel: Well Max, as you know……as you played the odds in Vegas and lost your ass…….ODDS don’t matter in WPW. Karver Inc. are an accomplished team, but on any night, even a thrown together team like One and Cameron could sneak up and defeat the “experienced” team.


Max: Maybe……but I still like the Karver’s in this one. They want revenge and they are the experienced team here. The tag champs take this one tonight folks.


Daniel: We shall see Max……..cause it is now…………..

The theme music plays for roughly ten seconds as the lights go out and red lights flash throughout the arena. At the mark where the song "hits" the light flashs blinding white then dies out and Sal Karver emerges from the curtain. Sal looks out at the Canadian crowd. Some fans cheer for him, while others boo him. He is all smiles tonight as he makes his way to the ring. He jumps into the ring and turns and looks back up the entrance way to the stage. He awaits the entrance of his father.

Max: You know, it must be great for Sal. I mean, he has a father who has been successful with everything he has done. And, you can see the that Sal is developing that “winner” attitude that his father has.


Daniel: True. The future is bright for this young man. Both he and his dad have faced One, and both failed to defeat him. So you know it eats at their crawl.


Max: I’m sure it does. Wait……eats at their what?


Daniel: It drives them crazy…..or insane to think that there is a man out there that they have yet to beat.


Max: Ohhhhh……gotcha!

Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a non title tag team contest. Introducing first, he is one half of the WPW Tag Team Champions…….”Spectacular” Sal Karver.

“Khasmir” hits and out walks Michael Karver to more pops than boos. He looks out at the fans. Some bow to him, and this amuses Karver. He looks to the ring and sees his son. He makes his way to the ring with a purpose in his strut. He enters the ring and then steps up to his son. Both men nod at one another and then they slap hands, showing they are on the same page.

Mina: And introducing the other half of the WPW Tag Team Champions…… “Masterful” Michael Karver.

Daniel: Karver Inc. appears to be on the same page tonight Max.


Max: Yes they do, and that is a good sign. But what about this crowd reaction to Michael Karver? I mean, you’d figure the fans would love this guy. Me, I think he should retire, but most people love him. Guess if your name isn’t Bret Hart then you just are not 100% loved by the Canadians.


Daniel: Blame Canada….Eh?


Max: Very funny Daniel. Har……har!


Daniel: Look Max, these fans have been awesome. The first time WPW has been here, and thus far, these fans have been great.


Max: Well…………………………………………………………………………..

Suddenly the lights go out in the ballroom. Flashbulbs then illuminate the room, as the fans are going nuts trying to figure out what is going on. Then, we see and hear those famous words…….

JUST HOW DEEP DO YOU BELIEVE?

Then fans, again, have a mixed reaction to this. As the lights come up, Michael and Sal are leaning against the ropes and looking to the entrance way. The fans start to go crazy. Crazy cause what Sal and Michael don’t realize is that One and Cameron have slide in behind them, and are now standing in the middle of the ring.


Max: AMBUSH!!!!!!!

Cameron grabs Sal, turns him and clothesline him over the top rope. Michael sees this and tries to stop Cameron. But One grabs Michael and begins to lay into him with thunderous rights. The fans are going nuts. They don’t know who to cheer for or who to hate, but they love the action so they could give a shit less. Referee Taylor does not know what to do, but he instinctively gives the signal to start the match, and on cue, the bell rings. Taylor looks out at the bell ringer and looks confused. Then he realizes he did do the signal, so the match is officially underway. Cameron goes to the outside to beat on Sal some more, but as he picks Sal up, ol’ Sal rakes his eyes and then kicks him in the gut. Sal then grabs Cameron and looks to whip him into the steel steps, but Cameron is able to reverse it. Instead of whipping him into the steps, Cameron is able to hold onto Sal and takes him down with a stiff clothesline. Taylor wants the two of them to stop, but Cameron will have none of it. Maritn then takes Sal and then throws him over the ring barricade and into the fans. The fans love this type of in your face action. Meanwhile, back in the ring, One has Michael backed up in a corner as he rams his shoulder into Karver’s midsection. One looks determined to do some damage to his nemesis. One sees that Taylor is outside the ring and not paying a bit of attention what is going on inside the ring. One steps back, gets a big ol’ smirk on his face….and then raises his right foot and kicks Michael square in the family jewels. The men in the crowd all grab there crotches, as a show of feeling the pain that The Masterful One is going through now. Michael falls to the mat, grabing his crotch. One looks down at him and is all smiles.

Max: We need a bag of ice out here. Man down……MAN DOWN!


Daniel: That hurt my nuts. Ouch!


Max: Well, you gotta hand it to One. He saw an opportnity and seized on it. That is why the man is one of the best in this company.


Daniel: Might not have been fair. Hell……let’s face it….getting kicked in the nuts is just wrong. But you are right Max. One capitalized on an opportunity.


Max: Our tag team champs are in some trouble here.


Martin is now beating Sal up as they make there way through the crowd. He then picks the smaller Karver up……..and coonects with a sit out powerbomb right on the floor. Sal is down, as Martin, still sitting and looking over his fallen victim, gets an evil smirk on his face. The fans (most anyways) are cheering the action, and love the violence that is laid out before them. Martin then stands and begins to make his way back to the ring. Looks like Michael is about to be on his own for this match. Back to the ring. Referee Taylor has entered the ring as One then attempts to make a cover.


1


2……………………………………………………..Michael kicks out. One expected this, but he still questions Taylor’s count. One then grabs Karver’s head and connects with a few more rights and lefts. One then gets Michael to his feet. He then goes for and connects with a twisting neckbreaker. One quickly stands up and looks down at Karver. You can feel the hate that One has for Michael. This is more than a match…this is personal. One then looks to see that Martin has made it back to ringside. Martin stands on the apron and looks on approvingly. One looks to go and tag in his partner, but he is stopped. Karver trips up One by grabbng his ankle. Michael is quick to get to turn One over and then gets on top of him and lays into him with some rights and lefts of his own. Martin comes into the ring, but Taylor is there to stop him. Michael sees this as his opportunity……and so he stands, holds One’s legs spread open, and then headbutts One in the nuts.


Daniel: Paybacks are a bitch.


Max: Enough with the nut cracking guys. Mine can’t take anymore of seeing this.


Daniel: I agree Max.

Cameron shoves Taylor to the side and down to the mat. Karver sees him coming though, as he greets Cameron with a kick to his gut, and then clubs him down to the mat with a clubbing blow to his back. He then picks Cameron up and connects with belly to belly suplex. Cameron rolls out to the outside. Michael then turns and looks to One, who is now to his feet. Michael grabs One and looks for a snap suplex. But One blocks it, as he elbows Karver to the face. Michael releases his hold. One grabs Michael and whips him into the ropes. Karver hits the ropes, and as he does, Cameron is there to hold the bottom rope down, sending Karver over the top rope and down to the floor. Taylor, for some reason, did not see this happen, or else that could have led to a DQ win for Karver Inc. Michael hits the ballroom floor hard. Cameron goes to work on Michael, but Taylor sees this and is quick to admonish Martin. One thinks about distracting Taylor, but decides to take time to gather himself. Martin grabs Karver and tosses him back into the ring. He then tells Taylor “I was just trying to help him back into the ring”. Martin then turns and……….
WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sal Karver is back, and he jumps off the top of the barricade and nails Cameron with a flying clothesline. The fans go nuts. Taylor sighs as he now has to attend to matters outside the ring.


Max: Sal Karver is alive and well. I figured that sit out powerbomb on the floor would have knocked him out of this match for good.


Daniel: As did I, but Sal shows us his resilience and shows us why he is one half of the WPW Tag Team Champions.


Max: Well……I think Sal might have taken himself out of this match though Daniel. Look at the replay.

As we go to a split screen, we see the replay, and we see Sal landing awkwardly, hitting the back of his head hard on the ballroom floor. We then go back to live action and see that both Martin and Sal are down. However, Sal looks like he is out cold from the landing that he took. Cameron is moving a tiny bit, so we know there is still life within him. Taylor sees this, and decides that he should just concentrate on the in ring action between One and Michael. One then applies the figure four leg lock. The fans go ape, and the flahbulbs go off. Michael sits up in obvious pain, as One looks at him with an evil smirk. “Tap you son-of-a-bitch! Tap!!!!” One screams to him. Taylor gets down to his knees asking Michael if he wants to give up. The Masterful One says no, even though the pain is evident. “Ask him again damn it!”, One screams to Taylor. Taylor does this but Michael is defiant. Karver looks at One with hate. “I won’t tap to you. I won’t give you that satisfaction.” He says to One. Michael then digs down deep and looks to reverse the move. After a few moments, Karver and One are now both on there sides. One is fighting Karver trying to prevent the inevitable…..but Michael is able to reverse the hold. One is quick to break loose though, and he is able to get to his feet. Michael is still down, feeling the after effects of the figure four. Martin Cameron is now back to his feet. He looks down and sees Sal is out cold. He smirks at this and then looks to inside the ring. Michael is crawling to a corner as One stalks him. Cameron is up on the ring apron and looks for a tag. One nods and holds up one finger, in the universal 'hold on a sec' motion. Michael is up to his feet as One comes in with a hard elbow to his face. One takes Karver to where Cameron is waiting and the tag is made. The Florida State Champion is now in the ring and he comes in and rams his shoulder into Karver’s midsection three times.

Daniel: Hey. We have our first “tag” of the match.


Max: Yeah. But now Michael is in trouble, as Sal is out cold. Facing two men the likes of Cameron and One all by yourself is a lot to ask….even for the Masterful One.


Daniel: No doubt about it.

Cameron looks to One. He knows that One wants to hurt…cripple….destroy Michael Karver. Cameron then picks Karver up…….and looks for the Sleeping Lesson's. But Karver begins to whail on him for dear life. Cameron drops Michael, who lands on his feet. Martin turns and gets a kick to his right thigh, then left thigh, then right again, then left……this is repeated a few more times. Michael then grabs Martin and connects with a release German Suplex. One shoots into the ring, but Michael greets him with a superkick to his midsection. One is hunched over. Karver grabs him and he wants the GFE. The crowd is going ape………but One counters it, and he looks for the Heaven’s Rest…….but Michael is quick to get out of it. Now both men are standing toe to toe as they trade blows with one another. Oh….this is getting good. With no love lost between them, they are hitting one another with all they have. But wait…..Cameron is now to his feet. He is about to strike, but then he sees Michael going for a clothesline on One. One ducks it…….and Karver connects on referee Taylor. Martin sees a HUGE opportunity now, as he goes to the outside. He gets a steel chair from ringside. He slides into the ring. Karver, after he takes out Taylor is trying to wake him up. Taylor is still coherent. Seems the clothesline didn’t take him out, but it did stun him. I mean, hey…the guy has been hit with a clothesline before, so he is a pro at this. Michael turns and receives a chair shot from Cameron…….which Taylor sees. Taylor immediately calls for the bell, which shocks the hell out of Martin…….and One. Michael’s body falls to the mat, limp as could be. Martin looks down and sees Taylor is coherent. He drops the chair, mouth open, and then turns to look at One. “I’m sorry.” One brushes past Martin and stands over Karver.

Max: Ummmmm…….I don’t think I have ever seen an ending like this.


Daniel: Well, apparently Martin Cameron thought referee Taylor was down and out, but that wasn’t the case.


Max: Bad call though……by Cameron I mean. They could have worked over on Michael Karver and won this match. But alas…..seems they……….

Mina Henderson is called over by Taylor. He tells her of his decision and she makes the announcement.

Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of a disqualification, the winners of the match……Karver INC.!!!!!

Martin exits the ring, still not believing that he made a mistake like that. He was only trying to help One, and trying to win the match for his team. He looks back up to One, who is still standing over the fallen Michael Karver. One’s look is blank right now, as if his thought process is moving at a million miles an hour. Cameron walks by Sal, who is still out cold, and is now being attended to by medics. Cameron makes his way to the stage, where he stops yet again and looks back to the ring. One is still standing over Karver. Cameron then takes a deep breath and disappears behind the curtain. One then leans down and gets his mouth right up to Karver’s ear. The camera zooms in and we can hear One say, “Not now. Not this way Karver. I will end you and take what you love most on my terms.” One then stands and exits the ring. He then makes his way to the back.


Daniel: Wow! What a weird ending.


Max: Yeah. And it sure did seem like One could care less about the loss, or the fact that Cameron fucked up and cost them the match.


Daniel: I think we are going to see more confrontations between these two in the near future. Their rivalry is far from over Max. And... wait, we're going backstage, with.. 2?


2 sits in the locker room. A towel is drapped over his head and sweat drips onto the floor. He fidgets with his hands, rubbing them together as the moments pass.

Eventually the door to the room opens and a familiar woman's figure steps inside. Without looking up 2 speaks.

2: What do you want?

The woman takes a second to breath before finally sharing her thoughts.

Amanda: You know what I want baby. You have always known what I wanted. That fact hasnt changed through out any of this!

2 finally looks up. His eyes meet hers with emptiness.

2: What you want and what I want might be two seperate things now Amanda. Go back to your lover and leave me be.

Amanda: I dont want to lea-

2: You started this! You destroyed everything I was. I no longer have anything. I dont have friends. I dont have love...I dont have titles. I have nothing!

Amanda takes a second to think this over. She turns away and moves out the door. She looks back before it closes.

Amanda: You still have me. Whether you want me or not.

The door closes. 2 looks back down. He opens his hand to reveal a small box. He looks at it for a second before he throws it to the side and the camera cuts out.







Max: No, no, I'm telling you, we've definitely had a better burping contest. Remember whe..

Daniel: And we're back! What a night it's been so far..

Max: I thought you were just saying how shitty it's been, but that we had to kinda expect that because it's the week after a big pay per view, everyone's..

Daniel: And what a night it's been so far, Max. But.. we've had more than just a few big announcements. We have more than just that. Keep in mind.. there's a man with a shiny briefcase in his mitts these days!

Max: Santa Claus? Um. Wait, more importantly.. If Dan Murph sold his soul.. does that mean he's not welcome in Ireland any more?

Daniel: To be honest, I'm not sure. Northern Ireland, maybe.

Max: They don't like people with souls in Northern Ireland? Awesome. Because my mother..

Daniel: I thought your mother died a few months ago, Max?

Max: No, my step-mother. She's just like a mother to me.

Daniel: Your father is such a gigolo, Max.

It's Not Over by Daughtry begins booming throughout the Crystal Ballroom as Dan Murph makes his triumphant return to WPW television. He holds his stylised briefcase tight against his stomach as he walks down the ramp, stepping into the ring as he basks in the adulation of the crowd. He seems really shocked that the new crowd seem so pleased to see him - but seems all too willing to take whatever they're willing to give him, raising the briefcase higher above his head as he mounts the corner ringpost, posing to the strangely enthusiastic Canadian fans.

Mina: Tonight's MAIN EVENT is scheduled for.. ONE FALL. Introducing first.. From Waterford, Ireland.. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and ninety eight pounds.. He is.. DAN... MURPH!

Daniel: We've sure had a hot crowd tonight!

Max: It's Canada, Daniel.

Daniel: So what, Max? Canada is just like the rest of the US, it's..

Max: It's Canada, Daniel. They haven't had any real wrestling down here since the beginning of the Stone Age.

Daniel: I.. well.. still. It's not like they have 'applause' lights, or anything.

Max: Heh. Of course not. I wouldn't do something like that.

Daniel: Oh, god. Not another scheme.

Max: Just saying - I asked to do the pre-show next week, and..

Daniel: ... Like I said, we've sure had a hot crowd tonight!

Max: Scorching hot?

Daniel: Took your friggin' time.

Blisters and Coffee by The Classic Crime starts, and as Scorch walks out, clutching fervently to a chair, crusted in dry blood. The crowd begins cheering him - it only takes one maniacal look between the crowd and the suitcase-clinging man atop the corner turnbuckle before those cheers slowly begin to turn to boos - but either way, Scorch simply doesn't care as he walks down to the ring, then slides in. Murph sits on the top turnbuckle, dropping the suitcase - but Scorch doesn't even seem to think of dropping the chair. Senior WPW Referee Todd Franklin runs in, stopping Scorch from lifting the chair overhead - he grabs the chair tight, and a tug of war starts between the two men. Scorch grins as he lets go - sending Franklin doubling over, falling ass-first comically. He tosses the chair out of the ring, then starts screaming at Scorch, trying to get him to pay attention to his orders. Instead.. Scorch just stares straight overhead at Murph, making threatening gestures with his hands.

Mina: And.. From Tinley Park, Illinois.. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty one pounds.. He is the Three Second Sensation.. He is.. SCORCH-AAAHHH!

Daniel: You didn't.

Max: *tee hee* Do what?

Daniel: Your applause light. You didn't flash it to them when Scorch was coming out, did you?

Max: Well.. y'know.. maybe. If it exists, that is. I love being in a ballroom.

Daniel: Did you just say.. no, wait, too easy. Okay. Remember, this match is more than just a random pairing of two guys. This is a guy who can take a shot at the WPW Champion any time for the next twelve months, against a man who never lost the WPW Championship belt.

Max: You mean, a man who has an *awesome* view on things. I mean, I feel like for the next month or two, I can just bet against him every time.

Daniel: What? How do you mean?

Max: You get money and a half if you predict the way the match will end. Scorch wins by ref stoppage due to blood loss.

Daniel: Wouldn't tha.. uh oh, they're in each other's faces.

Murph and Scorch stare at one another, Murph standing a clear half foot over Scorch and looking straight down, determination coating his eyes as he puts out his hand. It's a competitive gesture - he clearly harbors no good will for the Chicago native. Scorch, meanwhile, seems more focused on his malice for the man in front of him, looking down from Murph's face to his outstretched hand - and as Murph turns to try to get the crowd to get the man to shake his hand, raising his other arm to start a chant, Scorch simply slaps the tall Irishman in the face then steps back into the corner. Murph tries to take it in stride - he reaches up to his face, gently rubbing back and forth against his cheek before motioning to Todd Franklin, muttering something almost indistinguishable.

Ding!

Ding!

Max: Did he just say 'motherfucker' in Gaelic?

Daniel: I already said. North Ireland, Max. Boy, you could cut the tension with a knife.

Max: No you couldn't. Tension is an emotion.

Daniel: It's a figure of speech, Max!

Max: ... Dipshit.

Murph doesn't bother stretching - he looks straight to get atop Scorch, his shoulders already hunched in, ready for a fight. Scorch, though.. he's watching - casually circling the ring, waving his arms around in the air. That said.. his eyes never come away from Murph, his look of intense concentration never bending. Murph finally gets sick of trying to meet Scorch on his own terms - and instead begins stomping his way towards Scorch, forcing his back into a corner. Scorch instantly dives down towards Murph's legs, attempting to ground the bigger man in one fell move, as though having identified a weak spot, finally found his point to strike. Murph seems prepared for this, though - he lifts his leg at the last second, then stomps Scorch back down into the mat! Scorch is quick to make it back to his feet - but walking into a three hundred pounder is typically a mistake, as Scorch soon finds as he is lifted up for a body slam, walked into the center of the ring, and dropped onto his back! Murph doesn't cover - instead, waiting for Scorch to get up again, Scorch not quite quick enough to make it around the big man again - and he sails once more into the air, lifted from the shoulders, then dropped across Murph's knee in a gut buster! Seeing him momentarily winded, Murph grabs the former WPW Champion, lifting him to his feet by his arm.. and going for a cobra clutch!

Daniel: The Black Death!

Max: Hey, just because he's Irish.. Oh, the move! Right.

Daniel: Trying to get it off early.. And it's probably the right move, too. Murph clearly had the harder time of things at Redemption. Scorch doesn't look like he's going to let him get it off, though!

Max: Actually, that brings me to an interesting point. We've had a lot of big guys come through WPW. Hell, a lot a lot. Most of them don't really get anywhere. You know what I think really sets Murph apart?

Daniel: Wait, you have.. positive comments for a fa.. I mean, for a good guy? Okay, shoot!

Max: Dan Murph is the only big guy who actually pays attention to the fact that everyone seems to think that his legs are his weak point. I mean, he never seems to end up in knee bars, ankle locks.. Now, see, the real weakness to Dan Murph is, he's got small testicles. So they hurt more when they get hit. You see, when..

Daniel: Good point in the first. We'll make a commentator out of you yet, Max!

Max: What? Backstage a few months ago, Connie Bee was feeling horny, and..

Daniel: Seriously. Stop. Now.

Scorch manages to fight his way out of the cobra clutch before it gets properly locked in, grabbing the ropes - Murph looks to throw a huge forearm into Scorch's back after letting go, but Todd Franklin quickly intervenes, stopping the big Irishman from connecting, much to the crowd's chagrin. However, Scorch, despite his slight punishment from earlier, is still more than spritely enough to double over the referee - to deliver a devastating eye rake to Murph. Franklin, sensing he is beginning to lose control, tries to push at each man - Murph begins throwing wild lefts and rights, momentarily blinded, forcing the referee out of the way. Scorch, like a shark to water, not showing even a hint of discomfort from the punishment suffered just moments earlier, instantly comes up with a punch to Murph's head - it sends Murph a little loopy, but sending a man as large as Murph loopy is.. not a good idea - Murph becomes even less predictable, putting his entire body into each attempted punch - Todd Franklin even taking it as far as stepping out of the ring to avoid the incoming blows. Scorch, meanwhile, bides his time - he waits for a few seconds, looking for a point to strike, and then comes at the back of Murph's knee with a devastating roundhouse kick. Murph drops to the ground in agony, giving Scorch plenty of time to come running in, delivering a picture perfect running knee to the big man's head.

Daniel: Spark! I might not approve of Scorch's methods of late, but.. I'll admit - no matter how he did it, he's got the biggest man on the WPW roster down to his knees.

Max: Murph is the biggest man on the WPW Roster? Since when?

Daniel: Since Brock Goodman lost eight pounds last Christmas.

Scorch doesn't even bother pinning Murph - instead, he mounts the Irishman's momentarily prone chest, sending monotonous, unshowy punches at Murph's head. Murph starts off by convulsing, trying to get the smaller man off of him - Todd Franklin steps in, no longer having a 300 pound weight of flesh and muscle wildly flailing around the ring, trying to get Scorch to open his hands up. At an extremely fast four count, Scorch stops - Murph's still looking for a fight, even though a couple of tiny welts are beginning to surface upon his cheek, lip looking a little fat - and slaps the big man in the face, stares up at Franklin as he balls his fist up once more, almost as though to tell the referee he has absolutely no authority - then gives Murph one more punch, callous sneer coating his face as he slowly walks away from Murph. He takes his time in climbing the ropes - though he's not posing to the crowd, or even looking to them as he takes six whole steps to stand atop the ropes. Murph looks mostly stunned, lying there - so it's no real surprise that he comes flying off, knees and elbows together in an attempted Firebomb! Murph jerks away at the last second - he's not fast enough to completely avoid the incoming man, but he does manage to just take the ends of his forearm.

Max: Little cocky there for a man who lost the big match at Redemption, eh, Danny?

Daniel: I don't think Scorch was being cocky, Max. I think he just.. didn't think Murph has it in him.

Max: Well, everyone knows that. But it's the 'asshole' reflex. You don't climb the top rope against Dan Murph, because.. he'll fuck you up somehow. Not because he's a better wrestler, just because he's better at.. well, being an asshole than most. Unintentionally.

Daniel: You've been shitting out pure gold ever since you crossed the border, Max.

Max: It's this stuff. They call it 'poutine'.

Daniel: That stuff is like.. death on a plate, Max! It's deep fried french fries. And cheese. Smothered in gravy.

Max: Death never tasted so good!

Scorch, despite having landed somewhat awkwardly, is reasonably quick to his feet - he stretches out his right leg, then his left, pulling up his knee pads. He almost seems to be going through his motions - checking over his body, as though he couldn't care less that he's in a fight, just making sure he's fine before he gets about his business - the complete opposite of Dan, who starts slapping at the mat, trying to get the crowd into the fight for him, to get their blood pumping. He drags himself into the ropes, pulling himself up to the first rope, clearly trying to shake off the cobwebs of Scorch's onslaught - but that only gives Scorch ample time to walk - not a hurried bone in Scorch's body - over to Murph, stomping down against the bigger man's head. Murph catches the second boot that comes flying down into his face - but Scorch looks almost as though he knew the hand gripping his foot was coming, jumping up high and landing with a low knee to the bigger man's neck with his other leg. Murph writhes about on the bottom rope, wincing in pain - but continues trying to get up, all the same, as though trying to tell himself to ignore the pain.

Daniel: Murph really wants to prove himself, doesn't he?

Max: Oh, yeah. Prove himself. By getting the living shit beat out of him by a former world champion. That's really proving yourself. Hey, I'll just go call JMC, maybe he can have you prove yourself too? Jeez, were you always this stupid, Danny? Or is it just the higher altitude getting to your head?

Daniel: I was referring to the fact that he hasn't once tried to grab a rope in defense, or tried to just stay down, or get out of the ring. He wants this. He wants every moment - he wants to know just what it's like to feel agony at the hands of a champion, so he's ready when he cashes in that shiny briefcase of his!

Max: You're just covering up. I know what you were really thinking. I'm gonna just eat some more poutine in silence. Hey.. waiter?

Scorch watches Murph, genuinely curious for a moment - he looks almost more like a hired killer than a wrestler, cracking his knuckles as he sees Murph make it to the second rope - then throws a left straight at Murph's jaw. This only seems to drive Murph on more - he grabs the top rope, practically seeming to fume as Scorch sends a right hand into Murph's cheek, clearly not holding back in the slightest - Murph stands tall over his opponent, face already seeming to carry more little marks, more nicks, more bruises - but he doesn't care, summoning up all of his strength and pushing Scorch back in an almight heave. Scorch doubles over, slapping the mat hard, his body folding over - he kips up out of this, seeming to draw a little something from Murph's fighting spirit - his own will, his own wish to hurt and maim coming over him. Murph mouths a single word, slowly, pointing towards Scorch - and the crowd instantly begins chanting along with him.

Bu.. lly! Bu.. lly! Bu.. lly!

Murph starts walking towards Scorch, grabbing the boot that comes flying at his leg - and deflecting the quickly thrown high knee to his face with his other arm, instead wrapping his arms around Scorch's legs, pulling him in tight against his body, and then.. begins to swing around in circles.

Max: A giant swing! I haven't seen one of those since Unit's last match!

Daniel: I think Murph is actually trying to channel one of the more famous Canadian wrestlers from way back when.. Didn't Rougeau used to, uh.. Wait. Unit never did the.. well, maybe he did. I actually have a blank space where Unit used to be, in my mind. I think it's being used by bigger, better things now.

Max: I miss him so much. *sigh*

The crowd begins counting the rotations as Murph swings him around - one, two, three, four. Half of the crowd appears to be chanting in French, making it difficult for the numbers to be in unison - but nonetheless, at a count of ten, Murph, a little dazed from the maneuver himself, suddenly jumps, launching his body down against Scorch as he drops him in a powerbomb, folding Scorch's legs up in a jack-knife cover!

1..
2.. Scorch kicks out!

Murph doesn't look flustered in the slightest - as Scorch already begins to breathe hard, pulling himself to his feet, Murph follows him, grabbing him by the neck and shoving him in against the center of the ropes. He delivers a quick chop, to a chorus of assorted 'woo!' noises, then whips Scorch across the ring, going for a high big boot. Scorch ducks under, bouncing off of the ropes behind Murph - Murph turns with his head, sidestepping an incoming kick and lifting Scorch into the air, thudding him down against the mat in a nasty looking sidewalk slam! He grabs each of Scorch's legs and covers..

1..
2.. Scorch gets the shoulder up!

Again, Murph smiles at this, nodding to the crowd - he lifts each of his arms over his head as he sits in the center of the ring, motioning for the Cyclone! He stands up, clapping his hands together, really seeming to appreciate the crowd's response to him - but as he turns to find Scorch, the body.. is no longer there. He looks around the ring, suddenly mystified, worried - but as he sees Todd Franklin counting at one side of the ring, he nods, getting up and walking over to his opponent. He sees Scorch doubled over in against the apron - he leans in through the middle ropes, attempting to lift Scorch back into the ring - but Scorch instead ducks, setting a sheet of flash paper alight right in Murph's eyes! Murph drops back into the ring, clutching at his eyes in pain - as Todd Franklin rings for the bell!

Ding!

Ding!

Franklin screams a warning word at Scorch as he walks across the ring to talk to Mina.

Mina: And your winner, as a result of disqualification.. DAN... MURPH!

Max: N..No blood? I.. I put five hundred dollars on this match!

Daniel: They were Canadian dollars, anyway. But.. Scorch didn't even try to hide that! It's like.. he didn't care! He might have been able to win the match, he just wanted to blind Dan Murph!

Max: Well, he did say something about making sure Murph knew he'd been in a fight.

Daniel: You think? No, it couldn't be that simple. This must go deeper. He must have something agains.. uh oh, he's back in the ring.

Using Murph's blindness against him, Scorch, a malicious grin on his face, having pulled both his chair and a set of handcuffs into the ring, grabs each of Murph's hands - Murph tries to fight, but he's still clearly in great pain, enough for Scorch to pull his arms behind his back and cuff him. Todd Franklin instantly tries to stop Scorch as soon as he sees what he's doing - Scorch stops, nodding, smiling as he stands up, giving Murph a quick kick to the side of the head for good measure as he walks off, holding his hands high. Franklin squats down, trying to see if Murph is okay, gently slapping at the momentarily sight-deprived man's cheek to try and get a response - Scorch just grins, staring down at Franklin as he runs up, then gives an almighty punt kick to Todd Franklin's spread legs, doubling him over with a kick square in the nuts! Most of the crowd, wrestling being a male-dominated sport, suddenly cringes, crossing their legs - Scorch simply says, still smiling incessantly, the crowd mostly quiet enough to hear, "I've always wanted to do that." Scorch begins to stretch again - but on looking at Murph, who still seems to be in agony, writhing about in the center of the ring - he looks between the steel chair he's left propped up against the turnbuckle.. and his own hands. He chuckles heartily as he stares down at his own hands - and then kneels astraddle Murph's chest again, giving the poor Irishman a loud SLAP against his cheek before dropping each of his hands down against Murph's face, pushing it in. His thumbs then each push against Murph's firmly shut eyelids - and he then begins.. pushing.

Daniel: Stop it! This isn't right! Todd Franklin is down! Murph can't defend himself! Nobody deserves this! Someone, come out, make this right!

Max: I agree, this is wrong! HE WAS SUPPOSED TO DO THIS DURING THE FUCKING MATCH! SOMEONE COME OUT AND BEAT HIM UP!

Murph's masculine yelps and screams suddenly fill the arena - the entirety of the crowd, clearly none of which have ever seen a WPW event before, are simply.. stunned. They keep staring between the overhead projector screen and the ring, desperate for someone to come out and help their momentary, adopted hero - but nobody seems to be coming. Scorch seems to be deriving a malicious glee from his work - crushing in Murph's eyes with all of the ferocity that the former WPW champion can muster..

And then, the opening piano chords of "Apocalypse, Please" by Muse begin to play.

Daniel and Max (in unison): CASSIUS?

JMC comes bolting out from the back - he's not dressed to compete, wearing a suit with the WPW championship belt on his shoulders - the crowd instantly turns on, screaming adoration and clapping their little Canuck hearts out for the man who appears to be coming out to save Murph. He storms his way into the ring - Scorch doubles back, dropping Murph's head back to the canvas - he reaches out to grab his chair, stepping back from Cassius slowly. Cassius doesn't even bother looking down at Murph - he grits his teeth, holding his title belt tight in each hand, almost as though daring Scorch to make the first move - Scorch appears simply too mystified to completely grasp what's happening, and then, looking between Murph and the belt, he grins, as though having worked out exactly what he is seeing before him, clapping sarcastically around a chair-gripping hand as he steps back through the ropes.

Max: Oh, this should be good.

Daniel: You mean, bad. A man who can get a shot at his belt at any time is dangerous to him, Max. Cassius doesn't like surprises.

Max: Yup. Good.

As Scorch goes to the back, grinning the entire way, looking almost like he's just.. done his job, more than anything, the crowd is confused - few if any of them have seen Cassius before, and seem to think that he's a friend of Murph's, something of that nature. Instead of checking to see if he's alright, though, Cassius just steps over Murph's limp, harsh-breathing body, unstraps the title belt in his hands, then holds it high over his head for the Canadian crowd.

Max: I guess this is Cassius saying he isn't afraid?

Daniel: I.. I still don't know what we're... Fuck! We're running over.. Okay, I've gotta tell you guys, next week, we'll be broadcasting TNT live from the Red Robinson Show Theatre, that's twenty-eighty United Boulevard, in Coquitlam, right here in British Columbia! So.. From Max Stockton, I'm Daniel Justice.. and we'll be here next week.. in Canada!



Segments: Prometheus, Aperama, AFS
Nick Comoroto v Mike Corral - Legendaryken
Sky Ryder v Spaz - Smike
Jamie Parker v Smike - JasonSilverTX
Gunnar Brian v Mykal Adams - DjM
Martin Cameron & The One v "Masterful" Michael Karver & "Spectacular" Salvador Karver - Chazz
Dan Murph v Scorch - Aperama
Images - Snowman

Aperama
06-04-2008, 11:40 AM
Apologies for the lateness of the show, I have myself to blame. Screwed up, pretty much. Many thanks to Dan for the last second cover. Enjoy the show - it's better than I'd expected!

M Karver
06-04-2008, 12:36 PM
So as Im reading along enjoying the show. I noticed there were a lot of
"upsets" so to speak. Or perhaps I dont have my thumb print on exactly everything there is.

Como (L)
Parker (L)

The continuing storyline of 2/Amanda/SSG(?)

Sophie's choices

and then I get the Tag Match. I already know the finish or rather I think I do. I read along and sure enough Sal gets taken out (easy to figure out why).

So then MMK is in there with his Arch-Rival and a random do-gooder. A win is a win and I am glad to have it. I was just kind of both shocked and pleased.

I would like to thank Chazz for writing an awesome match and giving the win to Karver Inc. while keeping all the heat on One and MMK. Which is shaping up into a very nice program IMHO.

Still need to read the whole of the ME. However all in all I was super pleased with the sure and more importantly happily surprised with all the outcomes.

Chazz
06-04-2008, 01:36 PM
Well MK, I must say that it is quite easy for me to keep heat on both MMK and One simply because both men have shown heelish tendencies, even when the fans want to cheer for them. I tried to think of a good way to further things between the two, and this is what I came up with. Karver INC. gets the win, but I did what I could to make this feud to where both men just don't care about who wins or loses.....I mean, hell, it is personal between them. I also took into consideration how in Cameron's rp he was reaching out to One, trying to be a friend, and trying to help him. So, during the match when the moment came and Cameron "thought" he could really help One, it backfired. It will interesting to see how you guys go with this from here. Hope I did you guys justice.

As for Cameron and Sal, I just didn't see the "feud" there, even though I know Sal would want to win Cameron's title. With Sal not rp'ing, it made it easy for me to have him knocked out. And, that is why I went with Cameron doing what he could to help One. Anyways, hope all you guys enjoyed it.

Ncomo
06-04-2008, 06:59 PM
Wow, to be true I am very pissed right now and I don't mean to sound like a baby but I was sure that I flat out beatdown Corral and you gave him the win.

APostingGod
06-04-2008, 08:58 PM
Como leave. Now.


Anyways, enjoyed my match... even in defeat. It continues the storyline and I think this program with my boy Karver is one of the top ones in my career. I could read all the show by tomorrow, but I am still finishing a review for Redemption... so yeah.

Fuck the police.

Gunnar Brian
06-04-2008, 09:29 PM
Had a nice long post but the connection went and thus lost it so heres the short version.

Chazz, well done, hoped to give you more to work with but couldn't due to other commitments. Hope to lean more from the top guys as well