TAG TEAM MATCH
Brandon Lang and Red Cobra vs. Pure Innovation
Despite the best efforts of Brandon Lang and the Red Cobra, they just weren't able to work as well as a team as Pure Innovation was. Blake Fields and Jack Flint were able to use their experience as a tag team to stay fresh and pick up this win. Fields was able to pin Brandon Lang after a fifth Quarter, while Flint knocked Cobra off the apron. Until this point the team of Lang and Cobra had some impressive offense with Cobra getting a few near falls on Flint, after a Shinning Axe Kick and a Poetic Justice, but Fields was there break up the pins both times.
SINGLES MATCH
Mike Honcho vs. Tommy the Cat
Tommy the Cat came out firing fast using his unorthodox style to throw Honcho off. Tommy catches honcho with sweet shin music followed by a quick swinging neck breaker, but only got a two. After forcing Tommy off of his face (Tommy was biting it) Honcho managed to fire back with a release german suplex, and then a Magic Trick brainbuster, giving him the 1....2....3 victory.
PUPPET ON A POLE TAG TEAM MATCH
Dominicus World Order vs. Fallen Perfection
Somebody wins, by using a puppet I assume... I'm not really sure. I'll make Angel finish the dang match and send it in.
XTREME TITLE MATCH
Xavier Cross vs. Mark Evil
Simon Daye: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to Wired, coming to you live from the American Airlines Arena, Miami, Florida
Jaymie Boone: The crowd is getting restless for the next matchup, the first title match on Wired!
Simon Daye: That’s right, the Xtreme Title is on the line here tonight, Xavier Cross defending against the old ‘God of Xtreme’, Mark Evil.
Sparks begin to fall across the stage, leaving the stage filled with brilliant bright colors. Behind the sparks, is a man, wearing a shirt, a wet towel draped over his head, a black shirt, his jeans, and boots all ready for action…as well as the title around his waist. Lupe Fiasco cuts in slowly…
Lemme put you on game *gunshot*
Lemme put you on game
Behind the curtain of sparks slowly walks Xavier Cross. His head down, walking slowly, his foots stepping to the beat of the song. Some of the fans cheer, some who know him just stare at the man he has become. Some just sit quietly, but the arena is a buzz. Making his way halfway down the ramp, Xavier raises his head, his old smirk fades around his lips, but slowly goes to straight lips, numb washing over his emotions. His hands reach for the towel, jerking it off his head, and throwing it into the crowd.
Amber Ashe: From Lexington, Virginia, weighing 220 pounds, “The Undying Machine”; Xavier Cross!
Sliding into the ring, he holds his arm up, as he stands, rotating all the way around looking at the crowd. He rises himself up on the turnbuckle, removing his shirt, and throwing it high into the crowd, before pointing at his Xtreme title and nodding. He drops down to his feet, leaning into the corner, cracking his taped knuckles, waiting for the bell.
Jaymie Boone: Here’s the champ.
Simon Daye: We’ve not seen much activity from Xavier in the past couple of weeks, but perhaps he’s going to let his actions in the ring tonight speak for him.
Jaymie Boone: Or maybe he’s going to get a chair to the head.
Then lights turn off as Rest in Peace by James A. Johnston starts to blast over the PA. The adults start to boo and the children cower in fear.
As soon as the opening line is said, red, orange and yellow multicolored pyros begin to shot from the front and sides of the stage, firing straight up. Then, the entire stage is engulfed in flames, shooting from every pour of the stage.
The fire splits in the middle as Mark Evil walks out onto the stage, looking off into the crowd. He continues down onto the ramp as the fire builds back up. The adults continue to boo and the children continue to scream in pure terror. As he walks down the ramp, the fire behind him slowly dies down.
Amber Ashe: From the 8th Level of Hell, weighing in at 300 pounds, Mark Evil!
Mark Evil stops just before the ring and slowly walks over to the stairs. He slowly walks up them and steps over the top rope to get into the ring. He then raises he arms, and as soon as they drop, the stage and ring posts erupt in bright red pyros, shooting off in all directions. Mark then stops and looks around in the crowd with an evil smirk on his face. He then stands and waits for the match to begin.
Jaymie Boone: I sure wouldn’t want to be in Xavier Cross’ boots tonight.
Simon Daye: The ‘Dark Lord’ of Xtreme sure does look impressive tonight.
The two men stare each other down as the referee asks Xavier for his belt. He pulls its away from his waist and looks at it for a moment, before handing it to the ref…but he suddenly jumps forward, swinging it in a vicious arc at Mark Evil’s head. Despite raising his hands to try to defend himself, the metal belt smacks against his forehead, flooring the Hardcore Legend. Xavier grins confidently as he tosses the belt aside, pointing at the ref. The bell rings and Xavier aims some vicious stomps at the prone Mark Evil.
Simon Daye: Xavier Cross immediately taking the upper hand there, getting a devastating shot in before the bell had even rung.
Jaymie Boone: Yeah, and my boyfriend was telling me that Xavie-
Simon Daye: I’m going to have to cut you off there, Jaymie, because nobody cares.
Cross is going to work on Evil, dragging him to his feet before throwing lefts and rights, forcing the bigger man into a corner, trying to defend himself, but still a little dazed from that blow to the head. The ref steps in, trying to get them out of the corner and Xavier takes a step back, the stunned Mark Evil dropping to a knee and trying to shake the stars from his eyes, a cut opened up over his left eye.
Jaymie Boone: “Ooh, looks like Cross has drawn first blood here tonight, making an ugly mug even uglier if that were even possible.
Xavier shrugs his shoulders mockingly, pointing to Mark and smirking, his confidence showing as a mix of cheers and boos fill the arena. He reaches down, pulling the big man away from the corner before delivering a scoop slam, casually rolling him over for a cover. The ref slides in for the count.
1-2…
Simon Daye: Kickout by Mark Evil!
Jaymie Boone: Looks like he’s not as bad as my boyfriend says.
Simon Daye: *sigh*
Xavier rises, shaking his head. He looks down at Evil and springs up and over, looking to hit a standing moonsault. There’s an impact, but it’s just Cross hitting blank canvas as Mark Evil has rolled away. He stands and grabs the champ by the hair, pulling him to his feet before delivering a thunderous right cross, that sends Xavier backpedaling.
Simon Daye: It looks like Evil’s making his comeback.
Mark doesn’t have the nicest expression on his face as he strides forwards, bringing his hands up and throwing some hard lefts and rights, which go unanswered before he steps back, whipping Cross into the ropes, who runs straight back into a big boot, sending him hard to the mat. Mark motions and yells at Cross to get up, but has to walk over and pull the champ to his feet. Evil glares at the champ before pulling him up and over his shoulders, quickly delivering a power bomb that shakes the ring. Evil drops to the mat and hooks a leg
1-2…
Kicko-no wait. Mark evil physically raised Xavier Cross’ head, a dark smile on his lips, eliciting a few boos.
Jaymie Boone: What’s he doing? He could have won!
Simon Daye: It looks like Mark Evil isn’t finished with Cross just yet.
Evil grabs Xavier roughly by the hair, dragging the champ to his feet. He locks up again, pulling Cross over to the ropes and delivers a sharp jab, sending the already stunned champ reeling against the ropes. Mark walks away casually before running against the ropes, coming back at Xavier with a head full of steam, and delivers a spear that sends both men through the ropes, tumbling to the outside, eliciting a large cheer from the crowd.
Simon Daye: Mark Evil taking it to Xavier Cross there.
Jaymie Boone: The crowd seem to be baying for blood.
Evil’s quicker to his feet, grabbing the champ by the hand, whipping him across and there’s a sickening impact against the ring steps, Cross clutching at his shoulder. Mark Evil looks down at the writhing champ and strides away, kneeling down and searching under the ring for something.
Jaymie Boone: I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
Evil comes back up and raises the steel chair over his head, a cheer coming from the crowd. He hefts it and seems to be measuring Xavier Cross, who staggers to his feet trying to collect himself. For a moment he smiles and nods to himself.
Jaymie Boone: He’s behind you!
And indeed, when he turns around, Mark Evil brings the chair down, the impact ringing around the arena. Mark evil grins a sickening smile and tosses the chair into the ring, before rooting around under the apron for something else…pulling out a roll of barbed wire.
Simon Daye: Oh come on! The kid’s had enough!
That sick smile still on Evil’s face remains as he unreels it and begins to wrap it around his arms and fists, Xavier Cross still twitching on the floor, a cut having been opened up across his forehead from the chair shot. Evil raises his arms as soon as he’s done, and reaches down to pick up the Xtreme Champ, who yells out in pain as he feels a barb wrapped around Evil’s hand sink into his scalp. Mark pulls back a hand as Cross struggles to get free and delivers a straight punch. There’s another yell as the barbs slice at not just Mark Evil’s knuckles, but Xavier Cross’ face.
Jaymie Boone: Oh, I can’t watch this…
Mark delivers a few more punches, the crowd calling out each one. At ‘5’, the big man tosses Cross away under the bottom ropes. His own arms are now dripping with blood, but that sick smile is still on his face, the cut from earlier making a rather intimidating mask of blood as he steps into the ring, standing over the prone figure of Xavier Cross who’s bleeding profusely from his own wounds. Mark raises his arm, perhaps signaling the end as he pulls the champ to his feet.
Evil’s smile grows as he reaches down and flips Cross around onto his shoulder before digging his arms into the champ’s back, setting up the ‘Hell Spike’.
Simon Daye: This could be it!
There’s a pause as the big man hangs Cross in the hold, positioning him over the chair he’d tossed in earlier…before slamming to his knees, driving Cross’ head into the steel chair, his body going limp as Evil goes for the cover.
1-2-3!
The bell rings and the ref rushes over to check on the bloodstained Cross as Mark Evil rises to his feet and looks about at the crowd, a few cheers being drowned out by the boos as he collects the belt. The ref reaches to raise Mark Evil’s arm, but stops when he spots the barbed wire and simply points at the new Xtreme Champ.
Simon Daye: A resounding victory for Mark Evil, the ‘Dark Lord of Hardcore’ back where he belongs.
Jaymie Boone: I think I’m gonna be sick…
Simon Daye: Well it certainly has been a bloody night, but it’s only the beginning; up next is Road to the Gold! Thank you for watching Wired, folks; see you next time!
The show ends on a shot of Mark Evil raising his title as blood drips off his arms and face, that sick smile still in place as Xavier Cross lies battered and bloodied behind him and Wired goes off the air.
{All I want by Staind is playing as a video of the past four weeks of nCw action is playing. Ending with a permotional shot of both Ace and Burns looking into each other's eyes as Steve holds the world title up in the background. Explosions sound throughout the arena as the pyros go off all around, the camera pans the fans who are already in a frenzy for this pay per view. Signs are everywhere and the noise is almost defining. Finally the camera stops on Willy and Eric at the announce table.}
Eric Hardy: Hello fans, and thank you for being here with us tonight, a monumental night for nCw... we've passed our one year anniversary and are having our first repeat pay per view!
Willy Carter: Amazing feeling isn't it Hardy? I know you know this better than I, but for nCw to reach this point, has to have you and Leonard Fox grinning from ear to ear!
Eric Hardy: No doubt, I was the very first owner of nCw back in the day, and not even I could have seen such success coming from her, and I know Leonard loves this company so much, that's why he spent so much money to purchase her rights from Sephiroth. He may have thrown away the history of nCw, but he never threw away the legacy, that's what he wanted to keep.
Willy Carter: It's been an amazing ride Hardy. I've seen some great wrestlers pass through this halls, who made this all possible, and I've seen the hard work of the nCw staff, including Leonard's daughter Kelly, who has taken over for Leonard after his heart attack.
Eric Hardy: Speaking of Leonard, I hear we have a special prerecorded message ready to go from the big man himself.
SEGMENT
THANK YOU!
Leonard Fox
{The nCw-tron cranks up as Leonard Fox in a room filled with his entire family is shown. Leonard's wife, his son, and of course Kelly are all there. Leonard is in the middle and begins to speak.}
Leonard Fox: I don't kno what to say right now. It brings a tear of joy to me eye to see how far nCw has come. I remember the days of Eric Hardy, Sephiroth, Jimmy Rollins, and KK Reynolds. It's been quite a ride, and we couldn't have done it without all of you fans, who have stood by nCw through everything. There's so much that I could say... but nothing sums it up better than...... Thank you, thank all of you from the bottom of my heart, and here's to another year of nCw action, see you at Road to the Gold 3!
{With that Leonard smiles and wives as the crowd erupts into thunderous cheers.}
Eric Hardy: Wow, Leonard kept it short, but he sure brought his feelings across.
Willy Carter: These fans have been great to nCw, and tonight we look to repay the favor as nCw brings out an amazing show!
Eric Hardy: We sure will, and we're getting the action started fast tonight with a Last Man Standing match between Derek Sitar and Chris Phere!
Willy Carter: This match could headline other pay per views, but tonight it opens up the action, that should tell you how great of a show we have in store for you fans!
LAST MAN STANDING MATCH
CHRIS PHERE vs. DEREK SITAR
Amber Ashe: Ladies and gentlemen, your opening Road To The Gold Contest is A Last Man Standing Match. Now the only way to win is to ensure that your opponent is unable to answer a count of ten. Ther will be no count outs or disqualifications and no holds will be barred.
Willy Carter: It's going to be a free for all...
Eric Hardy: Anything goes here tonight...
“Given Up” by Linkin Park begins to blare over the PA as the crowd come to their feet and begin to applaud the exciting entrance of the NEW High Flyer of nCw, Chris Phere! Phere pops his head through the curtain as the crowd gets even louder as he leaps up to the edge of the stage and holds up his arms and then sprints towards the ring where he slides under the ropes and climbs up on the nearest turnbuckle holding up his arms.
Amber Ashe: In the ring, from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing 240 pounds...CHRIS PHERE!
Hardy: This guy has cetainly had a long hard road so far being tested to the limit by Brent Sampson...
Carter: And its not going to get any easier as tonight he faces off against the fresh face of the Corporate Empire...
A red strobe floods the arena as “Rain Wizard” by Black Stone Cherry blasts. Spotlights swirl around as the strobe dies off after "HERE COMES THE RAIN" is shouted. Soon, a slow and arrogant walk through the curtain, and Derek Sitar comes out with an arrogant smirk painted on his face. He stops midway down the ramp, looking to his right, slowly turning his head to the left, then shakes his head as he continues his walk.
Amber Ashe: And his opponent, from Cleveland Ohio, weighing 220 pounds...representing The Corporate Empire...'ALL NATURAL' DEREK SITAR!
Derek comes to the steel steps and walks up them with such confidence in his stride. He steps in under the top rope, standing straight up and looking into the sea of people that boo him with a smirk. He walks over to the turnbuckle directly down from the stairs and climbs to the middle turnbuckle, slightly tilting his upper body, puts his fist together so his thumbs touch, and points out his index fingers. He hops off the turnbuckle and walks to the center of the ring, finding the hard camera and does the same pose. Soon thereafter, Derek stands in the corner, waiting to start the match.
Eric Hardy: I wonder how this guy feels about the apparent implosion of The Corporate Empire that may come here tonight, especially if The Ace gets through and wins the final match later tonight...
Willy Carter: I don't think he cares and anyway he can't afford to be distracted here tonight...
The opening bell rings as both men step into the middle of the ring staring at each other, Sitar initiates a lock up and when both men prove to be evenly matched, Sitar executes a kick to the groin of Phere who immediately crumples to the floor in the middle of the ring as the crowd boo.
Eric Hardy: Oh no...the low blow!
Willy Carter: Perfectly legal, and Sitar showing he's not here to mess around....
Sitar laughs as the referee starts to intiate his count...
1...2...3...
Hardy: Just that quickly it might be all over...
4...5...
Carter: I'd have to admire a man who can recover quickly from that...
6...7...
Sitar is shaking his head and laughing about how easy it is, but somehow Phere is stirring and Sitar can't believe it as the crowd start cheering, Phere is on his hands and knees, Sitar walks over and delivers a slap to the head of Phere and yells at him to stay down, but Phere musters enough energy to deliver a low blow of his own as the crowd cheer...
Hardy: Turnabout is fair play I guess here...
The referee begins his count again as Phere slumps back down and Sitar is down also....1...2...3...4...5...6...7...
Phere gets slowly to his feet as Sitar is also stirring...but Phere walks over slowly and locks in a Sharpshooter as the crowd cheer and Sitar is screaming out in pain...
Hardy: Tap Outs are irrelevant here...
Carter: But that hold still takes a lot out of you, that's why its smart...
Sitar is crawling on his elbows trying to find a way out, but even as Sitar grabs the bottom rope the referee just shakes his head, Phere finally releases the hold of his own will and starts taunting to the crowd. Phere rebounds off the ropes looking to kick Sitar's head off but Sitar has it scouted and pulls the rope down, sending Phere crashing to the outside...
Carter: Crash and burn!
Hardy: Sitar showing why he belongs in The Corporate Empire there...
Sitar pulls himself up using the ropes and slowly leaves the ring. He goes over to the timekeeper and pulls him off his chair and grabs it, walking over to the stirring Phere. Sitar taps the chair on the ground, waiting for Phere to get up. Phere slowly makes it back to his feet but it doesn't last as Sitar cracks him over the head with the chair...
Hardy: Did you hear that?
Carter: What a thunderous chair shot...
Sitar tosses the chair aside and starts pulling the monitors out of the spanish announce table and he tosses them aside. He goes back over to a bloody Phere and drags him over to the announce table and bounces Phere's head off it once before rolling him onto it.
Hardy: What's Sitar got in mind here?
Carter: I don't know but Phere doesn't look like he is in any shape to survive it...
Sitar climbs the apron and then the turnbuckle, he signals for a Diving Headbutt...
Hardy: If he hits this, its surely going to be over...
Carter: No kidding, Eric...
Sitar leaps off the turnbuckle and at the last moment Phere rolls off the table and Sitar crashes into the table which does not break, and instead Sitar ends up slumped across it....the referee begins his count as Phere collects himself...
1...2...3...4...5...
Hardy: Sitar is not moving!
Carter: He took a chance and it did not pay off...
6...7...8...
Sitar somehow pushes himself back up using the table but as he turns around he is cracked in the head with a discarded monitor by Phere, busting him open...
Carter: And now it looks like Sitar is busted open too...
Hardy: Thanks to that monitor...
However Sitar does not fall because the table holds him up, but his eyes are glazed over, Phere sets him up on the table instead. Phere now goes over and mounts the turnbuckle and signals for the Stratosphere as the crowd roar...Phere leaps off and hits it perfectly breaking the spanish announce table as the crowd cheer and start chanting 'Holy Shit'...
Hardy: Oh My God! STRATOSPHERE RIGHT TROUGH THE TABLE!
Carter: I think both men have to be dead!
1...2...3...4...5...
Hardy: Neither man is moving...
6...7...
Carter: This could be a draw right here...
8...9...
Phere somehow stumbles out of the wreckage first, and Sitar is trying to use the barricade to get himself up...both men are woozy as Sitar very slowly makes it over to Phere who collapses against the ring apron, trying to make it back into the ring. Sitar spots this and quicly grabs the steel chair he discarded earlier and looks to bring it down across the back of Phere, but on instinct Phere drops and scoots under the ring. Sitar looks confused for a moment but then lifts the ring apron and gets a face full of smoke from a fire extinguisher, temorarily blinding him and making him drop the chair as Phere re-emerges. Phere gets to his feet and cracks a stumbling Sitar in the face with the fire extinguisher with such force that he now has turned away from Phere and is being supported by the remaining adjacent announce table. A woozy blinded Sitar tries to throw some punches but ends up punching the air above Carter and Hardy's heads...
Hardy: This is a little too close to the action for me...
Carter: Just don't move...
Sitar falls backward out of exhaustion, pulling the top off of the announce table on his way down. Phere decides to rip up the padding outside the ring, exposing the concrete underneath. Sitar makes it back to his feet slowly and spots Phere standing on the exposed concrete by the ring, he tries for a superkick but Phere dodges throwing Sitar off balance and instead hooks him in a pumphandle position and drives Sitar head and back first onto the concrete with a vicious Phere It!
Hardy: Phere just hit his signature move on the concrete!
Carter: Sitar is dead...
The crowd start counting along with the referee...1...2...3...4...5...6...Phere sits with his back against the apron, wiping the blood from his eyes as Sitar is motionless...7...8...9...10! The bell rings as 'Given Up' hits and Phere raises an arm, smiling but still seated...
Amber Ashe: Here is is your wiiner...CHRIS PHERE!
Carter: Well this has to be an upset so far as The Corporate Empire are concerned...
Hardy: I don't think these fans consider it an upset!
SEGMENT
BREAK A LEG....... LITERALLY
The Ace and Steve Awesome
We cut to the backstage area where we see The Ace taping his wrists, getting ready to face Burns, but he is not in the Corporate Empire locker-room but rather his own private one. Kathy is there cradling little Solitaire.
Kathy: Jake, remember no matter what happens tonight, we love you and we believe in you...what you did for Candy reminded me of why I fell in love with you in the first place...
The Ace: I love you too, both you and Sol -
{The Ace is interrupted as Steve walks into shot, both men stare at each other...}
Steve: Look at you, you're pathetic...good luck tonight...'partner'... you're going to need it...
{The Ace takes a deep breath}
The Ace: Good luck to you too...'buddy'...
Steve walks out and as The Ace watches Steve leave, Kathy pulls the note from Candy out of her handbag, screws it up and tosses it into the waste basket, she wasn't going to spoil his night by confronting him about it...sometimes the trust between two people deserved to be rewarded....
Eric Hardy: Well fans, it's time for the event that this pay per view is named after, the Road to the Gold finals..
Willy Carter: Will it be The Ace.... or..... wait...
Eric Hardy: I hear it too Willy, we're getting word that something is going down backstage.
SEGMENT
DEMANDS!
Angel
(We head to another area of the back where Brent Sampson is seated in his office, finishing off some paper work. The door is suddenly thrown open, Angel is standing there, dark blue jeans, a gold chain hanging from his belt loops and a "Social Enemies" t-shirt. He looks Sampson right in the eyes. )
Brent Sampson: Come on in Angel.
Angel: I want the Corporate Empire.
Brent Sampson: I want a room full of beautiful women.
Angel: I don't care who, give me the Corporate Empire.
Brent Sampson: No.
Angel: Why?
Brent Sampson: For one, your not cleared to wrestle for another two weeks. Two, they all have matches tonight.
( Angel looks on, clearly aggitated. )
Angel: I'm tired of the games Sampson. You have two choices. Give me a match, make him a part of the Corporate Empire... Or your going to have a very bad night.
( Brent shakes his head and laughs. )
Brent Sampson: Really? Allright, you want to throw your career out the window and wrestle? Do it, I don't care. Go to the ring and I'll make sure there is someone there to wrestle you.
( Angel gets right down to eye level with Brent. )
Angel: Don't f*** with me Sampson.
Brent Sampson: Your up next champ, better get to the ring.
IMPROMPTU MATCH
SINGLES MATCH
Angel vs. ???
( Angel storms out of the office. Brent Sampson picks up his cell phone and dials a number. Fade out. )
go home and die!
Amber Ashe: On his way to the ring. He is a two time X-Division Champion. Weighing in tonight at 227 pounds... ANGEL!!!!
( I'm Back by Dope plays as the lights go out and the fans go crazy. Angel emerges from the back, standing on the ramp way. )
Eric Hardy: Well, despite what Steve Awesome would like to believe, Angel is here and he's looking for a fight.
Willy Carter: This guy is nuts. His knee cap was nearly broken, he suffered a concussion. Why can't he just deal with Steve Awesome being better than him and go home?
Eric Hardy: Are you deranged?
Willy Carter: Steve Awesome beat him fair and square.
Eric Hardy: When?
Willy Carter: Whenever...
( A wall of flames errupts behind Angel as he begins to make his way to the ring. )
Eric Hardy: Angel is in no condition to compete tonight and knowing Brent Sampson and his ties to the Corporate Empire, he will surely pick someone who can exploit that.
Willy Carter: I'm just sick of this guy crying.
Eric Hardy: When?
Willy Carter: Whenever.
( Angel climbs into the ring and stands on the turnbuckles in the "Jesus" pose as the Social Enemy fans in attendance go absolutely nuts. )
Amber Ashe: And his opponent... What?... Jimmy Turner?
Eric Hardy: WHAT?
Willy Carter: HA!
( Angel just looks on in utter disgust as nCw's janitor makes his way to the ring to a chorus of boos. Turner is however sporting a brand new Corporate Empire t-shirt. )
Eric Hardy: Well... I guess Angel is going to face off against Jimmy Turner.
Willy Carter: Should be... HYSTERICAL!!!!
Eric Hardy: If Angel doesn't kill him.
( Turner gets in the ring and approaches Angel. Angel tries to say something but Turner slaps him across the face. Angel's head cocks, he wipes at his mouth and glares at Turner with a glazed over look of a wild beats. Angel cold cocks Turner hard with a right hand as the bell rings. )
Eric Hardy: Here we go, I guess.
Willy Carter: It would be so awesome if Turner won.
Eric Hardy: I'm not sure Turner stands a chance.
( Turner is only fazed for a second before he stiff kicks Angel right in the right leg, the injured one. Angel drops down clutching his leg, the ref checks on him. Turner bounces off the ropes and kicks Angel in the face. )
Eric Hardy: A cheap move by Turner.
Willy Carter: HEY, if your opponent is hurt you exploit it.
Eric Hardy: I suppose, it just doesn't seem right. A man with a soul wouldn't have allowed Angel to wrestle.
Willy Carter: I'm glad Mr. Sampson has no soul then.
( Turner pulls Angel up by the hair before picking him up and slamming Angel's right knee down onto the mat then following that up with a clothes line. The fans are freaked as they watch this. Turner doesn't stop, he looks to lock in a figure four leg lock. He has it. )
Eric Hardy: Disgusting. Angel needs to get the hell out of here and back to a hospital before his knee cap winds up shattered.
Willy Carter: Turner's gonna win... Turner's gonna win... YEAH!
Eric Hardy: How can you cheer for this?
Willy Carter: How can't you?
( Angel is struggling, the pain he feels in his leg is terrible. He wants so badly to take the cowards way out and tap, but he can't, he has to fight back, so he does. He pushes off with his shoulders and tries to edge his way closer to the ropes. Turner pulls down with everything he's got, Angel's back arches in pain. Angel decides to give up on trying to reach the ropes. Instead he uses all his strength to try and reverse the hold. Turner is fighting it as he holds that figure four leg lock for dear life. )
Eric Hardy: If Angel could just break the hold he could turn this around and mount some kind of offense.
Willy Carter: Why? Don't you wanna see him tap like a big emo baby to the janitor?
Eric Hardy: No, I wanna see him get the World Title shot he deserves.
( Turner is losing control as Angel slowly turns him to his side. Angel is fighting with everything he has, his knee twisted and turned, his face red with both anger and pain. Turner is losing it, Angel is turning him. The figure four has been reversed, but Angel can't hold it, his leg hurts too much, Turner is free. Angel gets up, slowly, holding his right knee. Turner comes up from behind and shoulder blocks Angel's right knee from behind. Angel drops down and Turner nails a reverse DDT. )
Eric Hardy: So close to breaking free there. I think these fans are going to riot if Jimmy Turner isn't stopped.
Willy Carter: No, don't stop it, let it continue. They should of made this a hard core match.
Eric Hardy: Why? So Angel could be hurt more?
Willy Carter :Why else?
( Turner raises his arms up, enciting the crowd and preparing for some kind of finisher. Angel uses the ropes to get to his feet. He turns as Turner goes to grab him but Angel explodes with a clothes line that drops Turner hard. Angel mounts Turner and starts landing punches left and right. The ref manages to get Angel off of Turner. Angel stumbles into the corner, nursing his leg. )
Eric Hardy: Angel's determination is something to be admired.
Willy Carter: So is his stupidity.
( The fans are screaming for Angel as he throws his right arm up and down. Their screams almost seem to power Angel. Turner gets to his feet and walks right into a super kick with Angel's right leg. Jimmy Turner is down and so is Angel, the kick taking as much out of him as it did Turner. Angel struggles to pin, but Turner kicks right out. )
Eric Hardy: The ref needs to call this match, it's gone on far too long.
Willy Carter: No, wait, let's see if Turner can get the match back under control.
( Angel is to his feet and Jimmy Turner follows. Angel goes for an Irish Whip, Turner reverses it, Angel goes off the ropes and comes back with a spinning heel kick. Angel again favors his knee as he gets up. Turner gets up a little more slowly as Angel grabs him in a Russian Leg Sweep followed by a right elbow to the face of Turner. )
Eric Hardy: Angel is getting this match under control.
Willy Carter: Dudes a janitor... Don't give him too much cred.
( Turner starts to crawl away as Angel gets up. Turner starts to pull himself up via the turn buckles, Angel comes crashing in behind him with a shoulder block, bashing Turner's face against a turn buckle, Angel follows it up with a standing Revelations (Backstabber). Angel pins.
1..2..3
Amber Ashe: Your winner by pin fall, ANGEL!
Eric Hardy: Angel picks up a win here tonight.
Willy Carter: Angel isn't done yet.
( Angel's music stops as he gets out of the ring and grabs a steel chair and a microphone. He climbs back in the ring. )
Angel: I know the whole point of this match was to injure my leg more, but guess what boys? I'M STILL STANDING!
( Turner is getting up but Angel slams the steel chair into his head and sends him back down to the mat. The ref goes to grab the chair but Angel rams hm in the gut then across the back. Security makes their way to the ring as lead by the General. Four men circle Angel. The crowd is ranting and raving for Angel to "KILL THEM!" Angel swings, he takes out one security guard, another grabs him from behind, but he uses his left leg to land a low blow before he takes out a second security guard, he turns and strikes the third. The last security guard comes in but eats a face full of chair. Angel stands in the ring, a battered and bent chair and the General. )
Eric Hardy: Angel has completely snapped. His quest for vengeance has led him to lay out everyone in sight.
Willy Carter: Dudes crazy, he needs to take some Zanoff and sleep it off.
( The General goes to rip the chair away, Angel slaps him across the face then kicks him in the stomach and DDT's him hard. Angel takes the chair and plants it across the back of the General. He walks over to the still fallen Jimmy Turner. )
Eric Hardy: Angel you've won, you've proven your point.
Willy Carter: He wants blood.
( Angel grabs Jimmy Turner by the shirt and begins to pull until the shirt rips off. He looks at the Corporate Empire logo and spits on it. Angel picks up the mic and the chair. )
Angel: Steve, I'm not done. I'm coming for you.
( Angel drops the mic as his music begins to play, he takes the bent chair and heads up the ramp. )
Eric Hardy: After causing some havoc, Angel has finally headed backstage. Which can't be good news for our champion.
Willy Carter: He's hurt, he's crazy and he's out numbered. What's he going to do?
Eric Hardy: He just laid out seven people!
Willy Carter: And none of them are Steve Awsome.
Eric Hardy: No matter how you look at it, Steve Awesome is going to have to watch his back. His would be contender is out for blood.
Willy Carter: Well Eric... can we finally get to our Road to the Gold match?!
Eric Hardy: I think so Willy, this match should be great, both of these men want to be the Road to the Gold winner, and get a shot at Steve Awesome later tonight.
Willy Carter: It's going to be worth every penny.
ROAD TO THE GOLD TOURNAMENT FINALS
THE ACE vs. PHILIP BURNS
The opening of "Move" by Thousand Foot Krutch blares over the PA system and the fans begin the cheer loudly. A spotlight shines on the stage with a glow as Philip Burns is being raised from a hidden hole in the stage; He is wearing a red jacket that hangs all the way to below his knees with his logo on the back. He is facing the ring but his gaze is fixed on the floor. Phil throws one fist in the air to pose for the audience in attendance. A camera zooms in on his face and he points to it and winks at the people at home. He walks to the ring and up the steps before getting in. He removes the jacket while pacing the ring and he walks to the center of the ring and poses in signature style with the fans on their feet. He removes and throws his t-shirt to the crowd and waits in the corner.
Eric Hardy: The Burning, Philip Burns is the first to the ring, and he waits on his opponant Ace to arrive.
Willy Carter: Burning is looking intense, he wants this win bad Eric.
As the opening guitar plays, the titantron shows the silhouette of a woman with her hair blowing across her face and holding a playing card between the forefingers of her right hand, she flips it over in her fingers to reveal the Ace Of Spades, the symbol grows out of the card and gets larger with every repetition of the opening chords until it envelops the screen. Huge flame pyros explode either side of the ramp as cards begin to fall from the rafters. The lyrics to 'You Know My Name' by Chris Cornell begin as The Ace appears on stage. The titantron shows The Ace powerbomb Jack Hammond on barbed wire but as he does so his image evaporates into many spade symbols...*
If you take a life, do you know what you give?
Odds are, you won't like what it is
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me
By the merciless eyes I've deceived?
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
But you yourself are nothing so divine Just next in line...
{The Ace walks down through the shower of falling cards as the titantron shows Spike Kane and Reckoning receiving Ace-Plants. The Ace is shown leaping, wrapped in barb wire and the image evaporates into spade symbols, out of the evaporation rises The Ace's bloody hand, grasping the Xtreme Championship...}
Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize, it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die?
{The Ace gets to the foot of the ramp and the cards stop falling before entering the ring himself. He walks over to the adjacent turnbuckle, climbing the second rope...*}
The coldest blood runs through my veins You know my name...
{The Ace raises both arms in the air}
If you come inside, things will not be the same
When you return to the night
And if you think you've won
You never saw me change the game that we've all been playing...
{The Ace climbs down an he walks to the middle of the ring and the song fades...}
Eric Hardy: Well wait no longer Willy, because here's Ace, and this match... she's ready to get under way.
Willy Carter: We'll finally crown the second Road to the Gold champion, I'm on the edge of my seat Hardy.
Eric Hardy: Who wouldn't be Willy? Who wouldn't be?
{Ace and Burning start the match off tentively at first until, Burning comes at Ace and catches him right in the jaw with a quick right. Ace comes right back with a punch of his own but Burns blocks and puts his foot into Ace's stomach with a kick, Ace slumps over and Burns takes his head and hits a quick spinning neck breaker. Philip Burns gets back to his feet and immediately pulls Ace back to his as well. Burns takes Ace by the head and lifts him up, and puts him back down with a stalling suplex, he flips over and hits Ace with another, this time as soon as Ace's back hits Burns flips over and covers Ace 1....2... but Ace just gets his shoulder off the mat. Burns gets back to his feet and crouches, waiting for Ace to get back to his feet, and as soon as Ace pushes himself up Burns comes rushing in and hits a running step up shinning wizard that puts Ace right back down to the mat, Burns quickly covers again 1....2.... but again Ace just gets a shoulder up off the mat.}
Eric Hardy: Burning is going right for Ace early in this match.
Willy Carter: Burns is striking fast and hard early Eric, he wants to knock Ace of his game plan fast. So far it looks to be working.
Eric Hardy: It sure does Willy, Ace can't tell where Burning is coming from next.
{Burns spins back up to his feet quickly as Ace rolls out of the way of a quick knee drop attempt and pushes himself up off the mat, as soon as he does Burning comes at him with a running knee lift that catches Ace right in the chest and puts him back down to the mat. Burns reaches down and pulls Ace to his feet and lifts him up and puts him back down with a piledriver. Philip Burns covers, 1....2... but Ace again gets his shoulder off the mat. Burning pulls Ace off the mat and whips him hard back first into the corner. Philip runs in and climbs up to the middle rope and takes Ace by both sides of his head in his hands and begins throwing head butt after head butt into Ace's forehead! Burns smashes his head into Ace's over and over again as the fans cheer and count with every one.}
Eric Hardy: Burns is brutally attacking Ace, early in this match, this is getting ugly.
Willy Carter: You can say that again Hardy, Burning is just beating Ace senseless, but you have to wonder, how much can he keep that up until it take a toll on his own head.
Eric Hardy: If there is one thing Burns is known for, it's his hard head.
{Burns's attack stops as he jumps down, Ace comes staggering out of the corner and Burns locks on the Iron Claw! Burns brings Ace down the mat and halds in the move but Ace reaches out and grabs old of the ropes stopping the attack. Burns takes every bit of the referee's count before finally releasing the hold and pulling Ace back to his feet, Ace drives the point of his elbow into the stomach of Burns and hits a Reversal of Fortunes cutter out of nowhere!}
Eric Hardy: My gawd, look at that move, out of nowhere Ace catches burns!
Willy Carter: This could be all she wrote here, Ace out of desperation pulled off a big move there.
{Ace turns Burns over and limply throws an arm over his chest, the referee is down and begins counting, 1.....2.... Burns just gets his shoulder up in the knick of time!}
Eric Hardy: Burns kicked out! Burns kicked out!
Willy Carter: Wow, I thought this match was over there, Ace had stole one, but Burns brings it right back.
{Ace yells at the referee before pulling himself up using the ropes, the waits for Burns to get to his feet and as soon as he does, Ace kicks Burns in the stomach and takes a step back going for the Fameacer, but Burning stands up out of the way, but Ace hits the breaks and doesn't committ to the move, and as soon as Burns stands up Ace nails him with a big clothesline that puts Burns back down to the mat. Philip pushes up off the mat and tries to get to his feet but he's met with a big kick to his ribs by Ace, that sends him back down. Ace takes Burning by the leg and drags him to the middle of the ring after turning him over to his back. Ace sticks his leg through Burns's and flips him over with a Sharpshooter. Burning is reaching out in pain desperately trying to escape.}
Eric Hardy: Ace has come back and now has Burning locked up in the middle of the ring in this sharpshooter.
Willy Carter: This could be over for Burns right now, he's in a bad place, with almost no where to go.
Eric Hardy: Very true Willy, Ace made sure to drag Burns as far away from the ropes as he could before locking in this move.
Willy Carter: Ace is a smart veteran, that's for sure. He knows where he's at in that ring at all times.
{Burns struggles to get away as Ace just locks in the move tighter and tighter. Philip burns begins dragging himself towards the ropes trying desperately to get away, but Ace takes a step forward and pulls hard, dragging Burns back. Burns falls limp and looks out before letting out a scream and digging deep and drags himself all the way to the ropes, his fingers touch and finally he grasps the ropes and Ace is forced to break the hold, but no before taking ever second the ref will alloy. After Ace lets go Burns, grabs the middle rope and begins getting to his feet but Ace axe handle's burns in the back of the neck and sends him down to one knee against the ropes. Ace takes a couple steps back and charges forward and jumps on the back of Burning's head with a running knee attack. Burns falls off the ropes and Ace jumps on top and grabs a leg, 1.......2.... but Burns just gets a shoulder off the mat.}
Eric Hardy: Another smart move by Ace, not even giving Burns a chance to catch his breath after the sharpshooter.
Willy Carter: Burning has to get something going again, because Ace has taken this match into his hands now.
{Ace bends down again to pull Burns up, Ace drags him to the middle of the ring where he turns Burns around and looks for a german suplex, but Burns locks his legs with Ace's and refuses to go over, burns cracks Ace in the face with an elbow and hits a Russian Leg Sweep out of nowhere. Burns rolls over and gets back up, and Ace tries to push himself up as well, Philip runs and grabs Ace by the hair and running bull dogs him to the mat! Burns springs back to his feet, suddenly with a second wind and Ace gets to his as well, Ace comes at Burns who kicks him in the stomach and puts his head between his legs, Burns lifts and Powerbombs Ace into the corner! Ace is lifeless on the mat as Burns pulls him away from the ropes and covers, 1.....2... but Ace just gets a shoulder up at the last second!}
Willy Carter: NO! It's not over yet! Ace just gets the shoulder off the mat!
Eric Hardy: Amazing the amount of punishment these two are dealling each other in this match!
Willy Carter: Fantastic battle, just great.
Eric Hardy: Fitting for the Road to the Gold Final I dare say.
{Burns gets back to his feet and pulls Ace up as well, but Ace takes Burning's head and runs him straight into the turnbuckle face first. Burns turns around and takes a swing at Ace but catches the blow and kicks Burns in the stomach, he goes for a standing axe kick but Burns lifts his neck out of the way, Ace lands and turns and takes a kick in the stomach from Burns, Burns takes Ace by the hand and head, he's looking for the Burn Notice, but Ace won't go down, he elbows Burns in the head a couple of times until Burning releases the hold. Philip turns quickly to face Ace but Ace turns behind him and hooks his arms and hits a PokerFAce! The fans erupt in boos as Ace turns Burns over 1....2....3! Winner: The Ace!}
Eric Hardy: Ace has done it! He's found a way to get the victory over Philip Burns, and has become the second Road to the Gold champion!
Willy Carter: Great great match, both me gave it their all, but only one man was able to walk out as Road to the Gold champion.
Eric Hardy: Now this sets up a confrontation between tag team partners, and Coroprate Empire stable members in a match for the world title later tonight!
Willy Carter: That's going to be one hell of a match as well! I can't wait!
Eric Hardy: I'm with you Willy, but lets focus on what's next, another Corporate Empire member takes on Jack Hammond, defending his title.
SEGMENT
FATE IS BACK
Fate
We cut to backstage where we see Fate in his locker room. He’s set himself up to the sink with a razor and shaving cream. Lord only knows what he’s planning.
Fate: “You think you’ve prepared yourselves? No, you are not prepared. Non siete pronto. You don’t even know who I am anymore. I don’t even know who I am anymore…”
Fate stares into the mirror, with a twisted smirk on his face. He picks up the shaving cream and begins to completely cover one side of his face with it. His beard, his eyebrows, his hair…everything. Laughing maniacally he picks up the razor and begins to slowly shave his face and head.
Fate: “My last month…terrible things happened. I realized how futile it is to fight him…to try and distance myself from what I really am. I’m tired of fighting…I’m tired of the drugs…and I’m tired of all of it. After trying to do myself in so many times, I realized it was pointless to resist further, and now…now is the big reveal. To show you, NCW and the World…who Fate REALLY is.”
His twisted laugh changes pitch, dropping to something closer to a death growl. He has already shaved half his beard and one of his eyebrows. Moving on to his head he starts with a pair of scissors.
Fate: “Non sono un uomo, nessun… né sono tre. Non più. Ora… ci sono soltanto due di noi. Appena io stesso e ADM. Just the two of us and now…now we’ll LOOK as we are. Now we’ll LOOK like two people trapped in one body. One half…one half…two sides of the same dark coin. There’s no keeping the secret anymore. There is no hiding anything anymore. The truth is out and I am revealed to be more insane than the rest of you. Call me a junkie. Call me a psychopath. Call me Schizophrenic, confused, whatever. I can take it. I can take the truth. I’m a junkie without anything to shoot into my veins. I’m in need of more than a 12-step program. There is no curing me…there is no helping me. Ci è soltanto la spirale in discesa continuata nell'abisso. Down for eternity. The path never ends, because he won’t let it end. He is the one who bends reality. He is the one who can change the future. He is the one who can make your walls bleed. He is the one that can climb out of mirrors, and into reality from the other side of the glass. He’s unstoppable, and impenetrable. He is immortal beyond immortality. He is Angelo Della Muerte…and I cannot keep him hidden any longer.”
Fate picks up the razor and begins to shave his head carefully. His dark tone changes yet again into something more sinister. His voice changes into that of evil and malice. The voice of the reaper himself. The voice of Angelo Della Muerte.
ADM: “You can’t keep me hidden, Fate. You can’t keep me back. You can’t keep me from setting this place ablaze, one person at a time. The security can’t stop me. Leonard and Kelly Fox can’t stop me. Spike Kane, the GM, is powerless. Social Enemies, Corporate Empire…everyone is fair game now. No FRIENDS. Nessun ALLEATI. No HOLDS BARRED! Keep shaving the head, Fate. It puts the shaving cream on its head else it gets the whip again.
Fate is finally finished. Half his head is shaved, and the other half is normal. He looks into the mirror before he bends down picking up a mask. The mask is one that is familiar to all. It is the half-mask of the “Phantom of the Opera”. Fate puts it on over the half of his face he shaved before turning around to the camera.
Fate: “There is nothing you can do, NCW. He has the power. È dalla scatola. Gli non ho avvertito, ma avete saputo che questo stava venendo. The turn of Fate from the one who tries to fight the multiple personalities to the Fate who EMBRACES them. You’ll see soon who I really am. I am changed…for the better. Stronger! Faster! MORE PSYCHOTIC! Yes…the end is coming. Vestri Fortuna Est Supervenio.”
ADM: “And if you think you’ve seen everything, point the camera down!”
Looking at the feet of Fate we see a black body bag with holes punched into the surface. The bag is breathing! There is something alive within it! Before the cameraman can do anything Fate/ADM grabs the camera and throws it to the ground, chasing the cameraman whilst laughing the most heinous and hideously malicious and psychotic laugh imaginable. The camera cuts to static.
X-DIVISION TITLE MATCH
AJ PHOENIX(c) vs. JACK HAMMOND
The arena is still buzzing from the night's events, the hubbub of the crowd settling slightly, the audience waiting for the next event.
Then suddenly a familiar drumline rips out through the PA, the crowd cheering as white lights in the arena start flashing, the Tron showing Jack as he leans against his 911, grinning confidently, occasionally strobing with his name in bold letters and shots of him flying through the air or delivering a Charger or Mustang from his previous matches. A lairy British voice can be heard shouting out over it, the drums still crashing away.
We put this festival on you b******s, with alot of love!
We worked for one year for you pigs!
And you want to break our walls down and destroy us?!
Well you go to hell!
With that, a British Invasion fuzzed up riff breaks through, just as Jack Hammond strides through with a confident grin, the lights still flashing above him and images of his high-flying antics from previous matches play on Tron as he observes the cheering crowd, shrugging before walking down the ramp towards the ring, occasionally delivering a couple of friendly high-fives to nearby audience members who reach out towards him.
He jumps onto the ring apron before hopping over the top rope, wheeling about, yelling at the crowd, mounting the second turnbuckle to look around the arena. He pulls off his 'How Hard Can It Be?' t-shirt, tossing it into the crowd, before hopping down to the canvas and limbering up in the ring, waiting for/staring down his opponent.
Eric Hardy: Will tonight finally be the night that Jack Hammond captures his first nCw Championship?
"So f**kin blow those words out the back of your head, I've heard it all and I'm done with that s**t, you tell me lies and you get what you get so blow those f**kin words out the back of your head"
The start of Blow by Atreyu comes over the PA, the lights dim down as strobe lights follow the first few seconds before the guitar riff explodes, then "The Black dragon" AJ Phoenix emerges in a long sleeveless coat with a hood covering his facial features, the X-Division title around his waist, he makes his way down to the ring and leaps up onto the ring apron he climbs between the ropes and flips his hood back before removing the coat, he holds up the X-Division title in one hand before handing it to the ringside official.
Willy Carter: There is no way, Jack Hammond is going to beat this man
AJ goes for a lockup with Hammond, who uses his amazing Quickness, and quickly catches AJ with a rollup, as Norman Dafoe, is out of position and a little slow to get into position, by the time he drops down, AJ is able to kick out, AJ gets to his feet, and has his arm grabbed by the Hamster, and is quickly taken down with a Arm Drag, followed by a standing moonsault, then quickly taunts the fallen X-Division Champion, before leaping up and nailing a stiff dropkick right to the face, before moving over towards the turnbuckle.
Eric Hardy: Wow…Jack Hammond is on fire, after months upon months of missing out on championships, The Hamster is doing everything he can to make sure he finally captures his first championship.
Hammond sets and waits on the top rope, waiting for The X-Division to get to his feet, before leaping off looking for a Crossbody off the top, however AJ is finally able to mount a defensive, as he jumps up, hitting a beautiful dropkick right to the stomach of the Hamster as he comes crashing down to the ground.
Willy Carter: That is why AJ is the X-Division Champion, not only do you have to have a great offense, You need defense and AJ just trumped Hammonds offense.
AJ nails a stiff boot right to the face of the fallen Hamster, then quickly pulls him up, going to Irish Whip him, however pulls Hammond back towards him, before nailing a cutt-throat neckbreaker, before driving his forearm into the face of Jack Hammond, before going for the pin…One…Two….Hammond kicks out.
AJ pulls up Hammond and whips him into the corner, before yelling at Hammond that he will never take his championship, AJ charges into the corner, however Hammond gets his feet up, causing AJ to fall to the mat, Hammond quickly leaps up off the ropes, twisting and hitting a Rotating Somersault Senton, driving his body right thru the current X-Division Champion before going for the cover…One….Two….AJ kicks out…
Hammond now climbs to the top rope, however AJ is up already and cuts him off, AJ climbs up after Hammond, and nails a series of punches to the face of the Hamster, nearly knocking him off the Top Rope, however Hammond once again uses his feet, knocking AJ off the top rope, Hammond then salutes the Crowd and dives off with a Shooting Star Knee Drop, driving both his knees, directly into the chest of AJ before quickly turning around and diving for the cover.
Eric Hardy: Jack Hammond has it right here, he is the new X-Division Champion!
Willy Carter: No…Come On AJ kick out…
Norman Dafoe drops down into the pin, as the crowd chants along with the count…One…Two.
Willy Carter: Dammit…No….AJ just lost.
However before Norman Dafoe can reach the three count, notices AJ foot is laying on the middle rope…Hammond clutches in his head in frustration, thinking he had the belt right there….Hammond slaps his knees, and then moves out onto the Apron, ashe looks to finish the match off, and capture his championship…He waits for AJ to get to his feet, before quickly springboarding, looking to drive both his knees into the face of Jack Hammond, however AJ quickly rolls out of the way, as Hammond crashes to the mat, then screams out in pain as he clutches his knees.
Eric Hardy: No…This doesn’t look good.
AJ seeing Hammond is hurt, quickly goes for the cover…One…Two….Three!
Willy Carter: AJ Retains!!!
Norman Dafoe raises AJ hand into the air, and hands him the X-Division Championship, as he begins to check on Jack Hammond, who landed hard when he Went for The Mustang, Hammond is still screaming in pain as AJ raises his title in the air, before exiting.
Eric Hardy: Fans, it looks like Jack Hammond may of injured himself, when we get updates on it, we’re get them to you.
MIAMI MAYHEM MATCH
KOLE KAOS vs. JFK
(The intro for Van Halen's "Running with the Devil" comes playing over the P.A system as all the fans in the arena get up on their feet and start to cheer, the man they are cheering for JFK, James Franklin Karn comes walking out from the back sporting his Tennessee sour asskicking T-shirt black thigh length trunks with the same logo on it his normal ring gear ya heard. He stops at the center of the stage crosses his arms in front of him in a X pose then tosses them out to the side in a crooked crucifix pose paying homage to the two people that made him something in this business, his brother MGK and his mentor, Price. He makes his way down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans as he does so, he rolls into the ring rips his shirt up over his head and tosses it to the crowd as he turns his attention back to the stage area and bounces from foot to foot waiting for Kole Kaos to make his way to the ring.)
Eric Hardy: I've been waiting all night for this match this is going to be great! JFK’s back in the ring once again, kicking ass and taking names.
Willy Carter: Please, masa Kole is going to whoop dis boy's ass.
Eric Hardy: How much did Kole pay you to say that, just like that?
Willy: 2 grand masa.
Eric: Money well spent.
(The house lights go low as the familiar green hue of money takes over, but Kole's music does not hit the P.A. and JFK just watches confused. When out of no where a face shows up on the tron, that of one we've only seen a few times here in the nCw, a man many might not be familiar with, but have heard of. His name is Shiyen, he looks to be half black half Asian, he's sporting a fine suit, very odd for him, and just stairs down at JFK in the ring who looks quite confused.)
Shiyen: I'm sorry to say Mr. Karn that your scheduled match tonight with Mr. Kaos has been postponed due to a family emergency. But seeing as your dressed to fight, and inching to get one under your belt after being on the shelf for so long, let me introduce you personally, to the newest member of the Corporate Empire, and your permanent replacement on the nCw roster.
(Just then we see a man slide into the ring behind JFK and in one swift motion he goes right into a chop block of JFK's right knee buckling it right out from under him. The man quickly goes on the attack and mounts JFK lying in left hand after left hand to JFK's forehead.)
Shiyen: I present to you, "The Boyhood Dream" turned manhood destiny, Doc!
(Doc stands over JFK who's now a bloody mess as Doc opened him right up on his forehead, Doc raises both his arms as the fans boo and he just smirks, he looks at the camera and we can hear him lightly say.)
Doc: Second Karn down. None to stand in my way.
(Doc stands the wobbly JFK to his feet, takes a step back, then clocks him right in the jaw with his patented Genicide Kick)
Eric: Oh my god did you hear the impact on that kick!?
Willy: Masa Doc just owned that boy Karn.
Eric: Will you stop
Willy: No sir masa sir.
(Doc stands over the fallen JFK just staring down at him cocking his head to the side, he removes the sport jacked he's wearing to show of the Corporate Empire Polo he has on underneath, the CE doesn’t do T-Shirts folks, just polo's and dress shirts, get over it. Doc just shakes his head and rolls over the top rope to the floor, as "Dope Boys" by The Game comes blasting over the P.A. system.)
Eric: We need a medic down here quick JFK is clutching his right knee.
Willy: We's be right back, we're going to take you to a word from our sponser this evening as JFK is being taken away.
TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH
THE SKYSLAYERS(c) VS. LANCE RYAN & ADAM KNITE
Eric Hardy: It's already been an exciting night and we still have some of the best matches ahead, the world title match, JackHammer taking on Sexy Jason and the next match....
Willy Carter: The tag team title match putting The Skyslayers, the tag team champions against these two men who can't stand each other, Lance Ryan and Adam Knite.
Eric Hardy: It should be interesting, Spike Kane the GM put this team together as punishment to Lance Ryan, can they coexist and possibly win the tag team titles?!
Willy Carter: I don't see how they can Hardy. The Skyslayers, Falcon and Talon, are a very cohesive group, it's going to be hard to topple them.
Eric Hardy: You got that right Willy, Lance Ryan and Knite, they are gonna have to find a way to work together if they stand any chance.
Willy Carter: I guess we'll find out soon enough because here we go.
{he lights in the arena go pitch black so that nothing can be seen but a few asinine fans flashing their cameras into the darkness. Suddenly the sounds of murmuring peons is interrupted by “Hate me Now” by Nas hitting the PA System. The crowd immediately starts to boo loudly and clearly, So loud that the first words are almost indiscernible. Lance Ryan walks out onto the stage in all of his glory with the nCw title draped over his shoulder. He is wearing a very dressy shirt that is open to show off his physique. He simply stands at the top of the stage staring out at the ravenous fans. The only light in the arena is the spotlight that is shining on him.}
It's been a long time, been a long time comin
Looks like the death of me now
But you know, there's no turning back now
This is what makes me - this is what I am
{The spotlight turns off and the arena is lit up by pyro falling like rain onto Lance as he spreads his arms out straight to the sides and the boos, as if possible, get even louder.}
It's a thin line between paper and hate
friends and snakes, growin’ old or an early grave
Hell or the pearly gates; I was destined to come
Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs
Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows
Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one
Took a little time to claim my spot
Chairman of the board until this game stop, and I side with the Lord
Ride for the cause while drivin niggas shot at my doors
Plottin I'm sure to catch me with they glocks to my jaws
Tried, stickin me up, but I flipped on these ducks (you tried)
Instead of me, ambulances were picking them up (that's what you get)
People fear what they don't understand, hate what they can't conquer
Guess it's just the fury of man
Became a monster, on top of the world, never fallin
I'm as real as they come, from day one, forever ballin
C'mon
{Lance lowers his arms and starts walking down the ramp. He stops and jaws at a few fans along the way. He points at the title around his waist and is telling everyone that is listening to him that he is the champion and that he will make more money for this one match than they will make in their entire lives on welfare. Lance calmly walks over the to the ring steps and walks up onto the apron. He then stands on the apron leaning on the ropes and staring into the crowd with his arms again out to his sides. Some fans are throwing things in his general direction but he ignores it and moves to each side of the ring and strikes the same pose. He then enters the ring and lays the title flat on the mat and points down at it yelling “It’s all mine. I have it all. You all have nothing.}
You can hate me now
I won't stop
I can't stop
You can hate me
I hate you too
You can hate me now..
You can hate me now..
Eric Hardy: First to the ring is Lance Ryan, the man who has been demanding, almost crying for a tag team title shot for over a month now.
Willy Carter: What makes it such a weird situation is that he was calling for a tag team title shot, even after turning on his Egos and Icons partner, Davey Ortega, he was still demanding a title shot!
Eric Hardy: Lance Ryan has definetly been an enigma after the past few weeks.
{Trade Yourself by Shinedown hits the PA system and the fans are on their feet in anticipation. As the song picks up smoke rises and finally the pyros are set off with one big bang as Adam Knite steps out onto the ramp with his arms outstretched. He walks to the ring soaking in the fans cheers before reaching the ring where he climbs up onto the apron and springs into the ring. Knite immediately runs to the nearest corner and climbs up holding out his arms for the fans to cheer him on. After a brief stay on the turnbuckles, Adam jumps off and waits for the match to begin}
Eric Hardy: And here's his reluctant tag team partner.
Willy Carter: Just look at those two staring the other down in their corner, this may not be a pretty combination.
Eric Hardy: I'm with you Willy, this could get ugly.
(The lights in the arena dim as the opening Riff to Nightwish's "The Kinslayer" begins. A pyro rocket shoots from either side of the entrance ramp. The left is blue, the right green exploding with an earsplitting force. The video package shows clips of Talon from his time in PWW, dealing with their best, their Kings if you will, as words scroll across the screen.)
"Kingslayer"
(The video changes to clips of Falcon dominting and destroying the cruiserweight division. Most notably his half a dozen plus battles with the self proclaimed God Ethanol. More words on the bottom.)
"Godslayer'
(Then clips of the two of them wrecking house whenever they were made to tag together. A Montage of high flying perfection and mind blowing stunts.)
"It's been far too long."
(Falcon and Talon emerge from backstage, pausing at the top of the ramp to survey the packed house, before running like fiends to the ring. The slide in nimbly, each taking an opposite corner, and climb the turnbuckle to salute the fans. Talon turns and sits on the top turnbuckle as Falcon walks over to him in their tag corner and takes up the spot next to him on the top rope, and they wait as the music fades.)
Eric Hardy: And here are the tag team champions, caught in the middle of this fued between Knite and Ryan.
Willy Carter: It doesn't seem like that is slowing them down at all, they look as prepared and ready as ever.
Eric Hardy: Good observation Willy, the Skyslayers are seldomly caught off guard, and tonight they look to keep that streak going.
{Ding, Ding}
Willy Carter: Here we go, there's the bell and it looks like Talon will start things off for the Skyslayers.
Eric Hardy: And it looks like the team of Ryan and Knite can't decide who goes first.
{Knite and Ryan are yelling at each other demanding the other to take to the apron. Finally the referee gets between them and tells Ryan to take it to the apron first.}
Willy Carter: Looks like Dafoe has put an end to the argument and Knite and Talon will kick things off.
{Talon charges Knite and comes in with a spinning leg lariat but Knite ducks out of the way and turns around but takes a heel to his gut as Talon kicks back as soon as he lands. He grabs Knite by the head and looks for a running bull dog but Knite hits the breaks and lifts Talon off the ground and falls to a knee with a Manhatten Drop on Talon. Talon holds his lower back in pain as he turns around right into a diving forearm to the forehead by Knite that sends Talon down. Knite is back to his feet and pulls Talon up by the back of his head, he Irish whips Talon hard into a corner. Talon comes staggering out as Knite charges for a clothesline attempt but Talon ducks at the last second and Knite goes into the turnbuckle chest first instead. Talon turns just as Knite does, Talon jumps into the air and catches Knite in the jaw with a drop kick that sends him back into the corner back first. Knite slumps down and the fans cheer as Talon runs in and puts a shoulder thrust right into the gut of Knite. Talon holds onto to ropes and backs out of the corner before propelling himself back in with another shoulder thrust. Talon takes a step back and again hits the move, and one more time. Adam comes out of the corner holding his stomach before falling face first to the mat after Talon's attack.}
Eric Hardy: Talon is taking the fight straight to Knite in this match.
Willy Carter: After what happened the last time these two were in the ring together can you blame him? Knite made Talon pass out, and Talon is not letting that happen again.
Eric Hardy: Oh that's for sure, Talon is on fire right now, he has something to prove to Knite.
{Talon is back to his feet and runs to his corner where he slaps in Falcon. Falcon and Talon make their way to Adam and pull him up off the mat and they both throw an arm around Adam's head before lifting him up with a double suplex and putting him back down. They both quickly spring to their feet and the fans are going crazy as Falcon hits a standing moonsault as Talon dops a leg on Adam's throat. Talon rolls out of the ring as Falcon stays on for the cover. 1...2... but Knite gets his shoulder up off the mat, just in time.}
Eric Hardy: That barage of offense almost won the match for the Skyslayers.
Willy Carter: I noticed how Lance didn't make an attempt to rescue his partner at all..
Eric Hardy: Maybe he didn't worry about Adam kicking out?
Willy Carter: Or maybe he'd rather pin the loss on Adam, so he can position himself for another title shot?
Eric Hardy: Valid theory. Except I don't think Lance would risk that.
{The match continues as Falcon gets to his feet and climbs the ropes and crouches on top waiting for Knite to get back to his feet. Knite pushes himself off the mat and turns around just in time to catch Falcon who was going for a flying cross body. Adam throws Falcon up and over with a fall away slam and both men are on the mat, trying to catch their breth. Adam crawls to his corner and reaches out and Lance Ryan happily makes the tag into the match.}
Eric Hardy: And here's the first appearance of Lance Ryan tonight. So far their first tag went flawlessly. Maybe they can work together for a night after all.
Willy Carter: I doubt it.
{Lance springs into the ring and bends down, he waits for Falcon to get back up and as soon as he does Lance charges and hits the Road Block! Lance Ryan hooks a leg and covers, 1.....2...... but Talon gets in at the last second!}
Willy Carter: Wow, Lance Ryan was withen a split second of winning this match!
Eric Hardy: Close only counts in hand grenades.
Willy Carter: What?
{Lance Ryan gets back up and yells at Talon who makes his way back to his corner, before pulling Falcon back to his feet. Falcon quickly puts two consecutive elbows into the stomach of Lance that sends him taking a step backwards, Falcon jumps in the air and twists and connects with a backflip kick that catches Lance right in the side of the head and both men are down! Falcon begins clawing and dragging himself towards his corner as Adam in encouraging Lance to come back and make the tag. Lance pushes himself up to his knees and sees Adam reaching out and turns away while getting back to his feet.}
Eric Hardy: Lance Ryan acting like he never saw Adam begging for the tag on the apron!
Willy Carter: This could get ugly here.....
{Falcon dives and slaps in Talon as Lance begins to charge but Talon jumps on the top rope and spring boards back into the ring catching Lance with a hurricanrana! Lance lands hard but turns over and pushes himself up off the mat and tries to get back to his feet but just as he does Talon hits a leg drop to the back of Lance's head and sends him face first into the mat! Talon flips Lance over and tries for the pin, 1.....2.... but Lance just gets a shoulder up.}
Willy Carter: Talon was so close there.
Eric Hardy: Lance Ryan is lucky to have gotten out of that, Talon could smell the victory.
{Talon gets off of Ryan but his attack isn't over, he goes to the corner and tags Falcon back into the ring, Falcon climbs to the top rope and waits as Talon crouches, when Lance gets back to his feet Talon runs at him as if going for a chop block, but Lance raises his leg to avoid contact, but the distraction works and Falcon comes flying hurricane DDT! Lance's head bounces off the mat after it hits the mat and he flips over onto his back. Talon exits the ring as Falcon rolls over and hooks a leg, 1.....2..... but again Lance just gets a shoulder up.}
Eric Hardy: At this point, the Skyslayers have to be wondering what it takes to keep Lance Ryan down.
Willy Carter: I tell you, there have been wrestlers trying to figure that out for over a year now.
Eric Hardy: He's not the two time world champion for nothing.
{Falcon pulls Lance back to his feet but Lance has had enough and takes Falcon by the head and clotheslines him hard. He turns around and sees Adam with arm out stretched wanting a tag and again ignores his partner. Lance charges at the other corner and punches Talon right in the face, Talon rocks down and falls to his backside on the apron. Lance turns around just in time to have Falcon catch him with a big swinging neck breaker! Falcon turns over and gets to his feet, and Lance spins over and does the same, just as Lance gets back to his feet he's met with a sitout face buster after a kick to the stomach! Falcon slaps Talon's hand and Talon leaps to the top rope, he falls down and hits a split legged mounsault to the back of Lance Ryan! Talon turns Lance over and hooks the near leg and the count 1.....2..... but again Lance just gets a shoulder up!}
Eric Hardy: Lance Ryan is taking a ton of abuse here.
Willy Carter: He needs to get Knite in the ring, instead of trying to win this match alone.
Eric Hardy: I concur Willy.
{Talon slaps the mat before reaching down and pulling Lance Ryan back to his feet by his hair, Talon takes Lance's arm and Irish whips him. Talon lowers his head but Lance flips over with the Jump the border! Lance rolls over onto his stomach gassed now. Adam reaches out again calling for Lance and Lance crawls to his corner and reaches out his hand, but Adam jumps off the apron! Lance looks furious as Adam smiles and begins walking up the ramp to the back!}
Eric Hardy: What in the hell is Knite doing!? He's leaving his partner high and dry!
Willy Carter: Knite doing what he does best... turning his back on somebody.
Eric Hardy: Adam Knite is the biggest son of a b..... in nCw.
Willy Carter: It's hard to disagree with you Eric. Adam.... just walked out of this match, and is leaving Lance Ryan to find for himself.....
Eric Hardy: Sickening.
{Lance Ryan pulls himself up using the ropes and begins screaming at Knite from inside the ring, from behind Talon grabs Lance and rolls him up, 1.....2 but Lance throws an arm up fast and refuses to quit. Both men roll over and to their feet Talon kicks at Lance but Lance catches his foot. Talon flips looking for an enziguiri but Lance lowers his head and lets go of Talon's foot letting him fall to the mat face first. Ryan crouches and waits for Talon to get back to his feet and as soon as he does he kicks Talon in the stomach and Lance goes for his Train Spike, but Talon holds on a refuses to be lifted. He wraps his arms around Lance's waist and lifts him up, but Lance kicks his legs out back and flips down hitting Talon with a fast DDT! Lance, throws an arm over Talon's chest afterwards 1....2..... but Talon gets his shoulder up off the mat. }
Eric Hardy: Now it was Ryan's turn to have a near fall, he's going to keep wrestling this match without a partner it seems.
Willy Carter: You may not like Lance, but there's something you can never take away from him, he'll give every match, everything he's got.
Eric Hardy: That is very true Willy. Lance is first and foremost a competitor.
{Lance gets to his feet and pulls Talon, back up to his feet but Talon quickly takes Ryan's head and give him a jawbreaker, seemingly out of nowhere. Talon runs and dives towards his corner and slaps hands with Falcon. Falcon springs into the ring and as Lance charges him Falcon lowers a shoulder and gives Lance a big hip toss. The crowd goes crazy as Lance gets back to his feet quickly and takes a step at Falcon but he is clipped from behind by Talon with a chop block. Lance stumbles forward and right into the hands of Falcon who takes Lance's head in a bull dog and runs up the ropes before spinning off with a bull dog! Falcon rolls out of the way as Talon springs to the top rope signalling for his Jacks High Straight 450 splash!}
Eric Hardy: This is it Willy, the Skyslayers are about retain.
Willy Carter: Wait.... what in the hell!?
{As Willy screams, out from the crowd runs... Adam Knite!? He jumps on the apron and hits the ropes splitting Talon on the top turnbuckle! Adam springs into the ring and Falcon turns around right into a Knites of the Round!}
Eric Hardy: What is going on!?
Willy Carter: Adam Knite is back out, and he just nailed Falcon with his Knites of the Round!
Eric Hardy: You have got to be kidding me!
{Knite hooks Falcon's leg and the referee counts 1.....2.....3! Winners and new tag team champions, Lance Ryan... and Adam Knite!}
Willy Carter: No way! There is no damn way! Lance Ryan and Adam Knite have pulled the wool over all of our eyes... this was surely planned!
Eric Hardy: I'm flat out disgusted by this....
{Lance and Adam are now in a standing position and facing one another in the ring taking in the fact that they are in fact the new Tag Team Champions in nCw. They are staring one another down with the realization that they have completed their goal, and as such are now a team.}
Eric Hardy: All is said and done here, and many thought it impossible, but by God we have new tag team champions thanks to those cheating mind games by Knite and Ryan.
Willy Carter: They have won the titles, and they formed a formidable team here tonight. The question now is whether these two men can continue to work together and hold their titles for any extended length of time. Are their differences set aside?
SEGMENT
YOUR DESTINEY
The Revolution is here
{The referee grabs the tag team titles and walks over to Lance Ryan to hand his to him. Lance grabs both titles from the referee and the crowd falls silent to see what is going to happen next. Lance walks towards Adam Knight and stares at him for a moment. He then extends one of the titles to Adam Knite. Adam grabs the title before Lance can draw it back and places it on his shoulder. Adam turns to leave the ring and then stops. He turns to Lance and extends a hand. The crowd starts to boo. They are not huge fans of Knite, but clearly don’t want to see him sell his soul to Lance. Lance looks out into the crowd and smirks at the booing fans and shakes Adam’s hand. The two raise their hands in victory as the boos get even louder…suddenly this is all interrupted though as the sound of a clock ticking can be heard in the arena as it falls under a deep blue hue. }
Voice: Zero. Your time has run out.
Eric Hardy: What is this?
{“Revolution” by Crematory blares out in the arena now and the fans are silent. Suddenly there is a huge explosion of pyro at the entranceway and we see a hooded figure appear at the top of the ramp.}
Eric Hardy: I think this is the Revolution that we have been hearing about now for the past month. We may finally get some answers Willy!
Willy Carter: I am not entirely sure that I want them. But here we go nCw.
{The hooded figure makes his way slowly down the ramp now. All that we can make out is that this figure is wearing black baggy jeans and a hoody that reads “Age of the Revolution”. The figure slowly makes his way to the ring and inside Lance and Adam have backed up to the far side of the ring but have not left.}
Eric Hardy: Age of the Revolution? I should have known that this was Brad Kane behind this the entire time. This reaked of his last revolution.
Willy Carter: Yeah, but it seemed to be put together better this time. I don’t buy that that is Reckless Jack.
{The hooded figure climbs slowly into the ring and walks over towards Adam and Lance who seem to be unsure of what to make of this turn of events. He gets really close and then turns his back on them and pulls a microphone out of his pocket.}
Hooded Figure: The time has been ticking down on you nCw. For weeks now I have been a part of the movement that has warned you that the time is now upon you. A war is about to break out is what the messages said. Some of you have been intelligent enough to get in touch with our leader and state that you want to be a part of the revolution. Those smart people will be unveiled in the weeks to come. Rest not your weary souls, for it will become clear when we decide that they clarity is a necessity. For now, you need only know a few of our faces. The revolution is immense and as the weeks go by you will come to discover just how powerful we are. People will sell their souls to become a part of our movement, people will turn their back on their friends, their feuds, their fans and their comfortable chairs to become a part of the Age of the Revolution.
Willy Carter: I recognize that voice Eric, and it is not Brad Kane, but I cannot quite put my finger on it.
Hooded Figure: For quite some time now I have sat on the sidelines watching as nCw broke down from what it really was. There was a time that I even considered retirement because let’s be frank. This is not even a decent wrestling company anymore. This company has become too much like the world that we live in. Gang warfare is running rampant here in nCw and it’s no longer how much talent you have, but more about how you can swerve the fans and cheat to win. No more. This is not like the revolution that came before it. In fact, this revolution is about something much more serious. I came back because one man had the vision of repairing nCw and making it as amazing as it once was. The time is now upon you nCw. I have come back not only to make an impact, but I have come back for one reason, and one reason alone. That reason is that nCw needs to have a World Champion that they can look up to. They need a World Champion that they can trust, and they need restoration to the company. The best way to accomplish that feat is to have a man that is worthy of being a hero as the World Champion. Steve Awesome, you will soon discover that you are nothing more than a puppet. A man that won the World Title because it was handed to him, and thus, you helped destroy the one title that had merit still in this company!
{The fans start to boo loudly now. Behind the hooded man, Lance and Adam start to make slow movements toward him, he doesn’t seem to notice however.}
Eric Hardy: We may find out sooner than he wants who is underneath that hood. Look at Adam and Lance!
{Lance and Adam now make a quick movement and they grab the man from behind. Adam takes both of the hooded man’s arms behind his back and Lance rips the hood off revealing….}
<Willy Carter: JOE EVERYMAN?!?!?!
Eric Hardy: Joe Everyman is the man that is behind all of this? What the hell?
Willy Carter: He said he is not the leader, so who leads this thing? We haven’t seen Joe Everyman in ages!
{Joe Everyman turns and looks infuriated at Adam and Lance.}
Joe Everyman: What the hell do you two think you are doing? You have no idea what you have done here!
{Lance grabs the microphone from Joe Everyman’s hand and he takes a few steps back from the nCw Hall of Famer. There is actually a small smattering of cheers from the fans here as they have started to back Lance Ryan against the returning Joe Everyman}
Eric Hardy: Cheers for the former champion, I never thought that I would see the day…but perhaps he can snuff out this revolution before it gets on it’s feet here. Find out who Is behind this. This after all is Lance’s company!
Lance Ryan: I have a great idea of what I have done Joe Everyman. You said that the time has run out? The time has indeed run out…FOR YOU! You think that you can fall off of the map for the length of time that you have and you can then come back here and demand a title shot against Steve Awesome? Who else is behind this? Let me tell you something Joe, this company will not give you a title shot because you want one. Whoever is behind this is either really sure of themselves, or really stupid. I expect that they don’t want Adam and myself to kick the living hell out of you right here and now and ruin the coming out party for this so called revolution, so if they want to stop that from happening, this revolution had better show it’s face right here and right now!
{Lance drops the microphone and stares at Joe Everyman. He and Adam look at one another and when nothing happens they start backing Joe up into a corner. There is still no movement so Adam throws a right hand at Joe Everyman, knocking him right back into the corner. Lance follows up with a forearm uppercut that staggers Joe and finally the lights in the arena fade to black and “Revolution” by Crematory finally hits the PA System.}
Eric Hardy: Finally some answers!
{The lights in the arena finally come up and standing inside the ring stands two men also in hooded shirts, and Joe Everyman. The two tag team titles that Lance and Adam Knite were holding are lying inside the ring but the two tag team champions appear to be lying face down outside the ring.}
Hooded Figure Two: He was right. Someone arrogant must be behind you Joe Everyman. Someone that knows that they can get what they want. Someone that understands how this company is supposed to work, and someone that knows how to get the job done. The Age of the Revolution is finally here and we are going to take out every champion in this company and restore normalcy and greatness to it.
Willy Carter: It looks like they started off with the tag team champions! Knite and Ryan are down at ringside and motionless Eric! What the hell happened?
Hooded Figure Three: We started here tonight with your so called tag team champions! It does not end there!
{Both of the hooded men now reach up as if to pull off their hoods and reveal themselves}
Hooded Man Two: The Revolution is upon you. We are not second rate names, we are heroes from the past of this company, rest assured that we will again become those heroes and we will restore it.
{Both men remove their hoods now and glare out into the crowd. The crowd is booing thunderously now. The three men join hands and lift their arms to the sky}
Eric Hardy: What the hell? Lance Ryan and Adam Knite? What the hell is going on here?
Willy Carter: Lance has swerved us again Eric. With a brilliant wrestling mind like that at the helm, this faction may in fact be unstoppable!
Lance Ryan: We started with the tag team champions, The Sky Slayers! We will continue on with every paper champion that is on the roster today! Steve Awesome, I have been preparing Joe Everyman for this moment since I knew him! Joe Everyman is a true talent in this business. He doesn’t need friends, he doesn’t need help, he can and will beat you one on one! If it isn’t you, then it will be someone else, another fake champion. The Revolution has been arrived, and rest assured that there are more of us out there. We could be your tag team partners, we could be your manager, we could be your stable-mates…we will begin to show ourselves when the time is right. But nCw for you, the time is WRONG!
{Lance and Adam pick up their tag team titles as “Revolution” again begins to play. The three men climb atop a turnbuckle and raise their fists in the air and the crowd is all over them. They eventually make their way up the ramp taking in the boos from the crowd and smirking from ear to ear.}
NATIONAL TITLE WALMART MATCH
JACKHAMMER(c) vs. SEXY JASON
Eric Hardy: Ok, Willy, now we'll be taking things away from the arena, to a local Wal Mart!
Willy Carter: This has got to be the strangest match I've ever heard of... and it will be for the National Title to boot!
Eric Hardy: Crazy indeed, but these two have had such a heated rivalry, I can't begin to fathom what they can do to each other with all those items laying around for use.
The cameras pan to the local empty super Wal-mart. You
see the ref standing in the parking lot holding the
National title. Angel Black and Amber Ashe are there too. The camera goes inside and shows JackHammer and Sexy Jason standing there in the back near
the loading docks. A buzzer goes off and JackHammer and
Sexy Jason charge at each other. JackHammer spears Jason
to the ground and mounts him landing several hard lefts
to his head. JackHammer gets up and looks around finding
a wooden pallet he lifts it hight above his head and then
let's go of it but Jason manages to roll out of the way
as the pallet bounces hard off the ground. Jason gets up
and nails a drop kick to the knee of JackHammer.
JackHammer goes down to one knee. Jason goes over and
gives JackHammer a face plant onto the wooden pallet.
JackHammer's face bounces hard off the pallet.
Eric Hardy:"Ohh that had to hurt."
Wiley Carter:"You think."
Jason picks JackHammer up and you can see a bit of blood
on JackHammer's head. Jason lands a couple rights to the
head of JackHammer before irish whipping him sending him
into the doors of the dock as JackHammers goes stumbling
into the store. Jason stalks after JackHammer as
JackHammer slowly tries to get up. JackHammer grabs a
shoe and throws it at Jason. Jason easily dodges it but
gives JackHammer time to get up. JackHammer comes at
Jason nailing him hard with a clothesline. JackHammer
picks up Jason JackHammer and Jason lock up in front of
the Women's Dept. JackHammer quickly gets control and he
locks in an arm bar on Jason. JackHammer slammes Jason
shoulder first into a clothes rack. JackHammer finally
lets go of the hold and he yanks Jason up to his feet and
he irish whips him into the rack, sending clothes
everywhere. JackHammer picks Jason up once again and he
irish whips him into another Women's clothes rack. Jason
hits the rack hard. JackHammer backs up a few feet, and
then he charges at Jason. Jason moves out of the way
diving out of the way as JackHammer runs into the rack
with a full head of steam. Jason realizes that he just
missed getting nailed. JackHammer staggers away from the
downed clothes rack, and Jason springboards himself
another rack and he jumps off nailing a drop kick. Jason
slowly gets to his feet, and he picks up JackHammer.
JackHammer takes a weak swing at Jason, but Jason moves
out of the way. He kicks JackHammer in the mid-section
and then he steps back, runs and he nails JackHammer with
a spinning neck breaker. Jason gets to his feet and he
picks up JackHammer. He irish whips JackHammer into a
display of Mt.Dew. Pop goes flying all over the place as
JackHammer falls into a heap.
JackHammer slowly gets up, and back to his feet. He
grabs Jason and he goes to irish whip him into the into a
display of Pepsi, sending him flying into the display.
Jason grabs onto the display and he uses it to slowly
get back to his feet. JackHammer walks over there and he
kicks Jason in the mid-section, before grabbing his head
and bouncing it off the display shelf. He grabs Jason by
the hair and he holds on as he repeatedly bounces Jason's
head off of the display shelf. On the last one, he keeps
Jason's face on the display shelf, and he smashes it on
the display shelf many times. Jason yells out in pain.
JackHammer lets go of his head and Jason falls to the
ground. JackHammer walks over to the nearby frozen food
section. JackHammer grabs a stack of frozen pizzas. He
holds the pizzas up and he turns around, only to see
Jason run and do a high kick send the pizzas back into
JackHammer's face. Jason picks up the pizzas and he
waits for JackHammer to get to his feet.
Eric Hardy:"This match is getting intersting."
Wiley Carter:"Maybe for you it is but not me."
JackHammer finally rises to his feet. JackHammer slowly
turns around and Jason swings the stack of pizzas wildly,
but JackHammer reacts quick enough to duck under it, but
Jason turns around quickly as does JackHammer, but this
time he connects drilling JackHammer right into the skull
with the pizzas. The pizzas break all over JackHammer's
face. JackHammer is now busted open. Jason throws the
rest of the stack down to the ground, and he picks up
JackHammer who seems dazed and out of it. He leans
JackHammer onto the cooler, and he steps to the side and
he drills JackHammer with a few knife-edged chops. Jason
quits as JackHammer's chest as turned blood red. Jason
pulls JackHammer away from the cooler, and he goes to
irish whip him into the Pepsi display cas, but JackHammer
reverses, and he turns 180 degrees slinging Jason into
the cooler with a shuddering thud. Glass goes flying as
it shatters upone impact of Jason.
Jason is on the ground and he lazily wipes a mixture of
blood and sweat from his eyes. JackHammer uses the
cooler to remain on his feet, slowly getting his breath
back. He notices someone move out of the corner of his
eye. It is Jason and JackHammer nails him with a big
boot. He grabs Jason by the hair and he drags him to
center of the aisle. JackHammer picks Jason up and he
bounces his head off the one of the glass doors, he goes
to do it again, but Jason blocks it and he sends
JackHammer's head bouncing off of the glass door.
JackHammer stumbles backwards holding onto his head, out
of no where he charges at Jason, but Jason side steps and
gives JackHammer an added push that sends JackHammer
crashing into the cooler door sending glass all over as
it shatters. JackHammer slowly gets back up as Jason has
made his way over a little bit. JackHammer take hold of
Jason and he pulls him down to the ground. He stays on
top of Jason and he starts drilling him with rights and
lefts. Jason pushes JackHammer off of him, and he mounts
on JackHammer and he starts drilling him with punches of
his own. Jason gets off of JackHammer and he allows him
to get to his feet.
Eric Hardy:"These guys really do hate each other."
Wiley Carter:"Gee I couldn't tell."
JackHammer charges at Jason full speed and before he can
do anything JackHammer levels him with a hard clothesline
nearly taking Jason's head off. JackHammer picks Jason up
and then using his massive strentgh lifts Jason over his
head. JackHammer then smiles seeing something and still
holding Jason in the air walks the few feet over to the
live lobster tank. JackHammer stops in front of the tank
as Jason shakes his head no.
Eric Hardy:"JackHammer don't do it."
Wiley Carter:"Like he can hear you you moron."
JackHammer smiles evily and drops Jason into the live
lobster tank. Water goes all over the place as Jason
quickly jumps out of the tank with a couple lobsters
attached to him. JackHammer busts out laughing as Jason
jumps around yelling in pain from the lobsters.
JackHammer is still laughing as Jason removes the
lobsters from his body. He takes one of them and quickly
clamps it onto JackHammer's nose. JackHammer starts
yelling in pain as Jason is now laughing. JackHammer
manages to get the lobster off and starts rubbing his
nose growling at Jason. As the two lock it up in the
center of the aisle, JackHammer gets the upper hand
nailing Jason with a sort arm clothsline
Jason gets back up and gets dragged down the aisle by
JackHammer. JackHammer nails Jason with a couple hard
lefts. JackHammer then throws Jason over the Pepsi
display case. JackHammer heads over as Jason slowly gets
up both men are bleeding. Jason spins around and nails
JackHammer with a spining side kick. Jason picks
JackHammer back up and irish whipps JackHammer into a
kids clothing rack. Jason pushes another kids clothes
rack onto the back of JackHammer.
Eric Hardy:"These guys are really putting to each other."
Jason picks up JackHammer and drags him away from the
clothes towards the sporting goods. Jason grabs a
baseball bat. Jason goes to pick JackHammer back up but
gets nailed to the gut with a left hand by JackHammer
Jason doubles over, JackHammer grabs the bat and cracks
it across Jason's back breaking the bat in half.
Wiley Carter:"JackHammer with a hard shot there."
JackHammer picks Jason back up and connects with a neck
breaker. JackHammer helps Jason back up and send him into
the counter of the sporting goods. Jason hits the counter
hard as their is no give.
Wiley Carter: Right, and left hand Jabs by JackHammer,
JackHammer attempts a clothesline, Jason ducks
underneath, Jason turns around and counters with a
swinging neck breaker!!!!! JackHammer is down!!! Jason
grabs a pool stick and starts beating JackHammer with it
many times over. JackHammer tries to block a couple.
Jason finally breaks the cue across JackHammer's back.
JackHammer cringes in pain as Jason tosses the pieces.
Eric Hardy:"Think these two are going to need medical
attetion tomorrow."
Wiley Carter:"More then likely."
Jason picks JackHammer up and tries to drag him over to
the housewares. Jason goes to nail a head butt but
JackHammer blocks that and connects with a head butt of
his own staggering Jason back. JackHammer then grabs a
paint can and turns towards Jason swinging it like a
bola. Jason cringes covering his face. JackHammer then
lets go of the paint can but instead of it hitting Jason
in the face, it slammes hard into his groin. Jason drops
straight to the ground with a look of pain on his face.
Eric Hardy:" JackHammer just nailed Jason in the
forbidden zone."
Wiley Carter:"Dude you just sounded like retard there,
are you a Michael Jackson fan or something."
Jason lays on the ground holding his nuts as JackHammer
drops the paint can and slowly starts walking.
JackHammer is slowly heading for the doors as Jason
slowly and painfully stands up. JackHammer bleeding from
the head still staggers to the door, Jason also bleeding
staggers after JackHammer. JackHammer gets closer to the
doors. Jason grabs a small shopping basket and whips it
at JackHammer hitting him in the head, it bounces off and
JackHammer turns around. Jason with a burst of something
charges straight for JackHammer, both men go flying
crashing into the doors sending glass flying all over.
Both men lay there for a couple minutes before slowly
getting up. They both then manage to stumle into the
parking lot as you can see the ref standing there with
Amber and Angel cheering their men on. JackHammer and
Jason painfully stagger towards the ref. Just then Angel
runs for Jason as Amber runs at JackHammer, both women
kick the men hard in the nuts. Both men cringe and slowly
falls, Jason reaches up grabbing hold of the National
title as he falls. The ref wavies his arms calling the
match and declaring Sexy Jason the winner.
Eric Hardy: Sexy Jason has done it, he's won the National championship!
Willy Carter: Wow, amazing, we crowned new, Xtreme, Tag Team, and National champions here tonight..... willy the world championship change hands as well?
Eric Hardy: It very well could as two seemingly former best friends square off one on one... it's Ace verus Steve Awesome.... NEXT!
SEGMENT
STAND UP AND FIGHT
Spike Kane
{We cut to the backstage where our General Manager is storming through the corridors, passing nCw talent on the way. They all turn as they see Spike rushing past them, a look of fury on his face as his hair blows in the wind. He reaches the door of one C.E.O. Kelly Fox. Spike stops, tries to gain his composure and knocks on the door.}
Kelly Fox: Come in!
{Spike pushes the door open and steps into the office. He glares at Kelly Fox who has her back to him. She stands with an arm folded the other on her face as she bites her nails. She is looking at the huge plasma screen looking at the reveal of Lance, Adam and Joe as the Age of the Revolution from earlier this evening. Spike folds his arms and squares up to Kelly as she turns around.}
Spike Kane: I take it you’ve seen then....?
Kelly Fox: Of course I have Spike. I’m not an idiot.
Spike Kane: Nobody is saying you are, but it’s quite convenient that they did this and nobody did a thing about it, isn’t it?
{Kelly looks like she is about to slap ten shades of piss out of Spike}
Kelly Fox: Are you trying to say that I am involved in this!?
Spike Kane: Given your past with Knite....who wouldn’t?
Kelly Fox: How DARE you!
{Kelly Fox goes to move forward, but Spike raises his arms to show that he didn’t mean to offend her by calling her out.}
Spike Kane: I meant nothing by it, I wanted to get the obvious lines out of the way. Look I knew from the get go that this was the Age of the Revolution coming back....and I know how dangerous they can be. I knew what they planned to do before they fell apart. I know they’ll do the same this time around, but better....look at them! I tried to rally the troops myself earlier today. Tried to warn people to take them seriously. But they all stood back and allowed this farce to happen....the tag team champions.....already.
Kelly Fox: What are you getting at Kane?
Spike Kane: I tried to lead the rebellion with words. To install the roster with a sense of pride...but now I know that words aren’t enough. Actions will have to do instead!
Kelly Fox: You can’t be serious, you’re the General Manager!
Spike Kane: I’m deadly serious....I can tell you won’t reinstate me as a member of the roster...so you know what. I guess it’s time to do what everybody said I would do from the beginning! It’s time to abuse my power!
Kelly Fox: I can over ride you.
Spike Kane: Next week...I’ll stand up to the Revolution, lead the fight by example....Joe Everyman wants to be welcomed back...well I guess I’ll do just that, a very nice “Welcome Back” to nCw match....Spike Kane returns to action, as does Joe Everyman!
{Spike stands tall, as if the announcement was out to the entire world to change their lives.}
Kelly Fox: Fine....do it. We can’t let them terrorize us...
{Spike nods and turns to leave.)
Kelly Fox: Kane....S...Spike.
Spike Kane: Ummhmm?
Kelly Fox: Thank you for wanting to defend nCw so much.
Spike Kane: nCw gave me a home, made me a legend and gave my life meaning. I’m just returning the favour!
{Spike smiles before he turns his back and walks out of the office closing the door. The camera stays on Kelly Fox as she goes back to watching the screen and biting her nails before we cut back to the ringside.}
WORLD TITLE MATCH
ROAD TO THE GOLD WINNER vs. STEVE AWESOME
Eric Hardy: Well folks…it’s main event time!
Willy Carter: Yup, and with The Ace managing to pull off the win earlier tonight, it’s going to be the Smokin Ace’s main event that everybody was waiting for.
Eric Hardy: The Burning put on one hell of a fight earlier and the question on everyone’s mind is if The Ace has enough gas left in the tank to finally beat his partner here tonight?
Willy Carter: I’m not sure, but hey, if Ace loses at least he already has an excuse ready.
As the opening guitar plays, the titantron shows a small white circle with the 'Spade' symbol within it move across the screen, then as it disappears a larger gun barrel appears from the right and moves with a silhouette of The Ace in it into the centre, the silhouette faces the camera draws a gun and fires. The bullet heads towards the screen before shattering a Jack of Hearts. Huge pyro explodes either side of the ramp as cards begin to fall from the rafters. The lyrics to 'You Know My Name' by Chris Cornell begin as The Ace appears on stage. The titantron shows The Ace delivering Ace-Plants to Phillip Burns and Showtyme. The Ace walks down the ramp through the shower of falling cards and at the bottom of the ramp the cards stop falling as The Ace confidently struts over to the steel steps, he climbs them and then asks the referee to part the ring ropes for him as The Ace steps through them. He walks over to the adjacent turnbuckle, climbing the second rope. He raises both arms in the air. The Ace then climbs down an he walks to the middle of the ring as the song fades...
Eric Hardy: And here he is for the second time tonight. I don’t know Willy, he seems ready for this.
Willy Carter: He has to be Eric. This is his big chance too prove everyone wrong. If he loses here tonight, then everybody will know who the better Smokin Ace is.
Eric Hardy: I’m not a big fan of Ace or our world champion but even I have to admit that I’m interested in finding that out here tonight.
“I just gotta bring it to there attention, that’s all.”
#1 by Nelly hit’s the P.A system and Steve Awesome steps out from behind the black curtain, her world championship glowing in the fluorescent light . He runs a palm through his hair, flashes that cocky smirk he does so well, and then points to himself. Then starts walking towards the ring as the verse plays, doing the bragging for him. Awesome climbs into the ring, steps in the middle of the ring and flexes as blue pyro rain down from the ceiling.
Eric Hardy: And here he is….the world champion. The fresh man in this match. He definitely has the advantage.
Willy Carter: But what about Angel? He is here in the building and he wants Awesome’s blood. Having that in the back of your mind can break anybodies concentration.
In the ring, Awesome and Ace they instantly get into each others faces. There forehead to forehead and talking some extra trash not herd by the camera. The ref gets between them to break it up and they do but not before a hard right slap from a very visibly angry Ace. Awesome clutches his cheek but only smirks and raises his world championship in the air because he knows that will anger Ace. The ref takes the title and hands and raises it up in the air.
Eric Hardy: Man, you can cut this tension with a knife, Willy.
Willy Carter: It’s what that world title does to these men. Awesome has it and Ace wants it.
Awesome and Ace lock up and Ace gets the early advantage with a wrist lock. But Awesome is able to twist back out of it and gets behind Ace and starts to look for the SteveVD Player (cross face chicken Wing) but Ace see’s it coming and hip tosses out of it. Awesome is up to his feet quickly and Ace comes in with a spear. But Awesome leap frogs over him. Ace looks like he is going to collide into the corner but he hit’s the breaks just in time. He turns around as Awesome is looking for The Jawbreaker but Ace dodges it and sneaks behind him. Ace starts hooking up for the Russion Roulette (the Stroke) but Awesome is able to elbow free. Ace stumbles back holding his nose, Awesome runs up and plants a huge dropkick right into his chest.
Eric Hardy: Man oh man. These two guys know each other like the back of there hands.
Ace hit’s the mat as Awesome rushes down with a an almost spiking elbow to the same point that he dropkicked him at. Then starts looking for an arm bar but Ace rolls free. Ace gets back to his feet and he looks for a clothesline attempt but Awesome ducks under it. As Ace turns around, Awesome gets Ace in a suplex position. Boom, he hit’s the suplex. But he holds on and swings his legs. He goes for a second suplex but this time drops him forward into a sit out front suplex. Ace lands flat and barely has enough time to dodge the impact of a kick aimed right for The Ace’s head.
Eric Hardy: The Ace is tired. He can’t keep up with the fresh Steve Awesome.
Willy Carter: Just like Awesome said.
Steve Awesome kicks the second rope by mistake and this gives Ace enough time to get his shoulder into Steve and drive him into the corner turnbuckle. Ace gets a few kicks to the midsection in while Awesome is there then he finishes it off with a hard right elbow. Awesome slumps into the corner and Ace sprints over to the other side of the the ring. He charges up and starts looking for a driving spear but Awesome is able to pull him self up onto the turnbuckle before Ace makes contact and Ace gets a shoulder full of steel. Awesome wraps his legs around Ace’s arms as if he were looking for the EGO Check (styles clash piledriver). He starts trying to lift Ace all the way up for it.
Eric Hardy: What is he doing? Is he trying to EGO Check Ace from the top rope?
Willy Carter: That might kill him!
Awesome makes the attempt to lift and he almost does it but Ace manages to shift his weight and Steve can’t pull him up all the way. Instead Ace stands straight up and he now has Awesome in an inverted electric chair position. Then he just falls backward and Awesome’s pretty face bounces off the mat.
Willy Carter: OH SNAPS! That might have evened the odds up a little.
Eric Hardy: Ace’s near exhaustion vs. Steve’s now likely concussion.
Ace jumps down for the cover.
1.…..2.….
No, Steve manages to slide his shoulder up. Ace grabs Steve by his hair and drags him up to his feet. He immediately plants a chop to his chest and a few more for good measure. The last one causes Steve to spin away from the onslaught and Ace hoists him up and drops him with a spin out power bomb. Ace then ties Steve’s legs up for the figure four but Steve kicks it away but. Ace stumbles back and Awesome gets to his feet, although he seems to be a little groggy still. Ace takes advantage of this and he hooks Steve up for The Ace-Plant…..it hits!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Eric Hardy: NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP!
Willy Carter: Wait! No! Awesome kicked out at the last second!
This match isn’t over. Ace can’t believe that Steve kicked out! He thought he had him. Ace gets frustrated and throws a punch but Awesome catches it and locks him into the “Everybody’s Favorite Submission Hold” (Rings of Saturn) and he wrenches back as hard as he possibly can! He is screaming as he applies as much pressure and Ace has no choice but to tap out!
DING
DING
DING
Amber Ashe: And your winner, by submission…….and STILL the nCw World Heavyweight Champion…..STEVE AWESOME!!!!!!
#1 by Nelly hit’s the P.A system as Ace rolls out of the ring holding his shoulder in defeat. Awesome celebrates in the ring as the ref hands him his championship.
Eric Hardy: Well he did it. He retained the championship and proved which of them was the better man.
Willy Carter: And that man was Steve Awesome. Man what a match.
Go Home and Die!
Eric Hardy: Wait a minute! It’s Angel!
Willy carter: He said he was coming and now he is!
( A wall of fire erupts behind Angel as I’m Back by Dope takes over the arena and over shadows the thousands of fans cheering.)
Awesome stares up at the ramp in shock as Angel comes storming the ring. Thirsty for vengeance! Awesome drops the title and gets ready to face him head on but Angel’s anger is too much for the champ right now and Angel just leaps on him with a Lou Thesz Press and he starts wailing away on the champ! Lefts, rights, all over the place. Meanwhile, the crowd is going nuts!
Willy Carter: Somebody get security out here now!
Eric Hardy: No, I say let them fight it out.
Angel drags Steve to his feet but the champ takes a desperation to the knee of Angel and he bails out of the ring, grabbing his championship on the way out. Angel holds his knee and he starts limping towards Steve even while in excruciating pain. But finally The General and his team of bodyguards come running out there and they make a wall in front of Angel. Angel is trying to push through them but he can’t. But he is yelling for Steve to come back. He’s practically begging Steve to come back and fight but the world champion just stares back at Angel in complete shock.
Eric Hardy: This is too crazy people! Angel won’t rest until he gets his hands on Steve Awesome and I think for the first time in the champs life he is wondering exactly what he has gotten himself into.
Willy Carter: You know, I don’t like the looks of It if Angel ever does get his hands on Steve Awesome, that’s for sure.
Fade on the most sinister glare from Angel. Revenge in his eyes.