Dangerous Championship Wrestling League

MINI UPDATE - April 23, 2010

2010-04-22T23:05:00.000-06:00

The DCWL made their debut appearance on Shootfire Pro! Check it out here: http://www.shootfireworld.com/ascension-season1-episode3.php
Up next on SPW Conquest, DCWL Dangerous Champion Sledge will take on Buzzsaw in a non-title match on the May 3rd Conquest, and Number One Contender Joe "Deadman" Pansac will take on Benito Brown on the May 6th Ascension. If you wish, you may send in a short (like thirty seconds of screen time) flash. Because the big move for me is going to be a week today, let's make the deadline Tuesday, 11:59 pm MST.
Elsewhere, Mina "The Vamp" Eyre will be representing the DCWL in the annual Angels and Amazons event, in which thirty of the top female athletes in the world compete for the ultimate bragging rights. Last year's event was won by former DCWL and current SPW wrestler Erica Toughill. Molly Molotov, Gabrielle RioPaah and Mistress Dandelion have all expressed interest in entering the event, and the DCWL is encouraging all of our ladies to get out there and kick some people in the face. More here: http://z7.invisionfree.com/JTF_Squaretable/index.php?showtopic=5325
A reminder that SPW's "Wrestlebowl" is coming up shortly, and our team of Josh Curtis, Leon Corella, Sledge, and Killa 187 will be repping our weird and wonderful corner of the wrestling universe. More info to follow shortly!

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DCWL on Ascension - March 31, 2010 - Michaela Von Neumann v. Molly Molotov

2010-04-01T23:59:00.003-06:00

Jack: But first! Starting tonight, we're going to throw it over to our colleagues from the DCWL. Rich Manning, Chris Chazz... take it away!

[Cut to ringside, where Manning and Chazz are standing, a microphone each. Rich Manning is in your basic dull-as-dishwater play-by-play announcer attire, while Chris Chazz is your highly stylized color man in a button-up Beatle jacket, circa Shea Stadium.]

Rich Manning (RM): Thank you, Jack, and greetings to the fans of Shootfire Pro Wrestling. My name is Rich Manning and this...

Chris Chazz (CC): Guten Tag! Sie greten? Wie wollen eine Auto mieten!

RM: Obscure "Fawlty Towers" jokes are not welcome here, Chazz.

CC: I tried.

RM: Well, fans, tonight we open a new chapter in the DCWL's history as we will now be going on tour with you briefly, and show you what the future of SPW holds. We hope you enjoy tonight's offering.

CC: And if you don't, then get yourself a freaking DVR, guys.

RM: And tonight, it is indeed fortuitous that we are in Germany, as the DCWL's newest signee hails from this country.

CC: That's right, Michaela Von Neumann has just signed a full time contract with the DCWL, but before she competes stateside, she will debut in front of her home country against one our Siren bruisers, Molly Molotov. Sooooo, no pressure, right?

RM: It's MVN, the Silver Bullet taking on Molly Molotov, and it's next. Let's take you to the ring!

WINNER - Michaela Von Neumann (Roll-up, 21:07)

RM: And a win in Michaela Von Neumann's debut match!

CC: Just as I thought it would go. The Bullet would wear Molotov down and pick her spots!

[The German crowd are eating out of Von Neumann's hand as she climbs to the middle rope and raises her hand, her baby face beaming. Molotov just rolls out of the ring and slinks to the back.]

RM: We would like to thank SPW for allowing us in to your living room and thank you for checking out what the DCWL has to offer. Coming soon, we'll be featuring matches from the 6'7" Hardcore Icon Buzzsaw as he takes on DCWL Dangerous Champion Logan Braddock, and Number One Contender Joe Pansac when we faces Benito Brown!

CC: Back to you, Vik and Jack.

FLASH OF THE MOMENT - American Freebear

2010-03-30T19:32:00.000-06:00

[Ever since his titanic battle with BOTH Derrick L. Ford and Maurice Thompson at Cornerstone Revolution V, little has been seen or heard from the American Freebear. Thus we actively seek out our Grand Champion back at his home in Florida during the DCWL hiatus, the same home from which we reported everything that we reported on him previously so that we may report on him some more. Or something.]

"Yip."

[He's drinking from one of his German steins. The beer is local, though.]

"That was a pretty good tussle I had with the Thompson feller. Mighty glad I didn't shorten the match or somethin', would've regretted it. Also, the fans would've been peeved too; what kind of hero tells the fans they want LESS for their money? But, yip..."

[Takes another sip.]

"PER-TEE good battle this was..."

[And then he drinks some more... TO BE CONTINUED!]

...

...

[After those misplaced elipses.]

"BUT THE AMERICAN FREEBEAR IS THE ONLY BEAR THAT FLIES, AND HE IS ***YOUR*** GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP CHAMPION (man, that's always a mouthful) THAT RULES THE DCWL WITH EYES OF AN EAGLE AND GIRTH OF A HIPPOPOTAMOUS AND THIS BEAR YOU CANNOT CHANGE, LORD KNOWS I CAN'T CHANGE!!!!!!"

"A-hem."

[sip]

"So while we are having this high-a-tus, I suggest you all relax. Take some friendly Southern advice (the wisest people in the known universe) and take a breather, grow some muscles over them skinny bones of yours and see if you ever approach the magnuficance of the Flyin' Ursine. Meanwhile, I'll be acting like any right good champion would and drink some beers, maybe do some tours for the Mid-South region and generally show you how wrestling is done."

[And just to illustrate his point, the Freebear cracks another beer, pours its contents into his stein and resumes sipping before continuing.]

"And I'll be back soon enough, flying, vaulting, CARTWHEELING over all my opposition like any good Freebear should! Ain't impressed by either Ford, Thompson or Corella, because when you're the only bear that flies, you're impressive enough as it is: I'll crush you all, splatter your guts akimbo and smash you all to pieces and this bear you cannot change- wait, said that bit already. Man, I am getting repetitive! COME AND GET ME, YOU BIG STINKIN' BASTARDS, NOBODY CAN STOP A BEAR THAT FLIES!!

[He sips. Will we ever return to our series meant to discover what man lies behind the big ball of fur known as the American Freebear? That WOULD be a good subject after all... Until then, we know that the American Freebear is still alive and hasn't left the company now that he's got gold around his waist, and that's good enough.]

NEWZ UPDATE - March 28, 2010

2010-03-28T17:19:00.001-06:00

NEWZ

The DCWL on SPW will soon be on the air! This upcoming Ascension, Molly Molotov will travel to Germany to take on homeland favorite Michaela Von Neumann as she makes her DCWL debut! Matches soon to follow are doozies: Buzzsaw will take on Sledge in a non-title bout These two blue collar grapplers have been circling each other ever since Buzzsaw's DCWL debut and next month they will get it on in a title match. Also coming up will be a match between Joe Pansac and Benito Brown. Brown didn't endear himself to Deadman at Cornerstone Revolution V and a match has been scheduled to settle their differences.
Time for a hiring spree! Kyle Hayden's creation of a booking committee has caused a bit of an administrative shake-up and we're seeking applications. Blaze Crimson's promotion has opened up a position of roving interviewer, and Referee #4 is stepping away from the ring to pursue a career where things don't explode. The booking committee itself is looking for a fifth body to fill a vacant seat and cast that all-important tiebreaking vote (if things come to that point).
Dan Clear is physically unharmed, but from all indications, he's gone into hiding following the incident at CR5 with Joshua Brantseg. As of the date of this writing he is listed on "administrative leave."
At some point, Joshua Brantseg acquired a manager's license before they became publicly available and he is officially listed as a manager.
The Danger Drive mentioned taking place at Dangerous Quest is expected to be a hybrid handicap match gauntlet... type... thing. Back in the Old Days, "Demented Quest" would feature similar-styled tournaments and specialty matches of an equally grueling nature. Time to grow some hair on your chest, son.
Joe Pansac is set to take on the DCWL Grand Champion at Dangerous Quest in a landmine florescent light tube deathmatch. The champion is expected to be American Freebear, who retained in the hour-plus main event of Cornerstone Revolution V. However, Freebear is expected to make one more title defense before DQ, and the committee is looking for top shelf DCWL opponents to impress SPW viewers.
In addition, Sierra Browne will be defending her DCWL Sirens Championship against Mina Eyre at Demented Quest. A Trios title defense is expected to be announced in coming days as well.
So why was Jackson Hunter laughing after his crushing loss to James O'Connor? Jax is tight-lipped, but has requested an opportunity to address the situation at Dangerous Quest.
GRRR Guy has named eight of his students as being ready to be called up to the big time; stay tuned to the blog and message board and you can tell us where they stand on the suck-to-rule scale!

GNUS

Well, here it is: the hiatus. You'll be hearing from me a little more infrequently over the next couple of months as we sort out internets, Googles, etc. I will, of course, keep you up to date on our SPW matches. With no WotW for a little while, I highly encourage you to make use of Them's Fightin' Words. I'm also going to be encouraging one flash per handler per week to appear on the blog; send 'em to the usual address. Keep in mind I'm not going to proofread for you*, so be sure that what you're submitting is WotW-quality stuff.
When you get booked in to an SPW match, you're welcome to submit a *short* flash in front of the DCWL backdrop. Like the more old school wrestling shows where you have to get your point across in twenty seconds and get out before cutting back to the match. SPW stuff will be cross-posted to the blog as well.
Time to overhaul that stinkin' FAQ! Suggestions on what to include and what to cut are welcome.
I'm hoping to bring in a few more handlers in to the fray by including managers. In short order I'll be introducing a managerial app so we can get some people to take on the unhandled characters and give them a bit of a push to the Main Roster. If you know any budding Jim Cornettes, Bobby Heenans, Lou Albanos, or (to a lesser extent) Sables, send 'em this way!

* Asking me to proofread is like asking Helen Keller what she thinks of your rock opera, anyway. Not exactly a guarantee of quality...

ROSTER CHANGES

Michaela Von Neumann has been signed to a full Sirens contract.
Caleb Brantseg / Kalebri Braskovic is now listed as "Revelations 13:1"
Kevin Alloy and Joshua Brantseg have been granted Manager's Licenses.
Benito Brown has been signed to the Reserve Roster.
Mad Cow has been demoted to Reserve Roster.
Mario Speedwagon, Brian Irwin, Kid Way Cool, Paul Doom, Drake Tungsten, and Porno Anderson... FUTURE ENDEAVOR'D! (They are welcome to the Main Roster if signed by a manager.)

FUTURE SCHEDULE (subject to change)

March 31, 2010 - SPW Ascension, s12e3

Molly Molotov v. Michaela Von Neumann

TBD - SPW Conquest, s12e6

Buzzsaw v. Logan Braddock (non-title)

TBD - SPW Ascension, s12e4

Joe "Deadman" Pansac v. Benito Brown

TBD - SPW Conquest, s12e7

Trios Match - TBA

TBD - SPW Ascension, s12e5

Grand Championship: American Freebear [c] v. TBA

Show #15 - SUPERCARD - "Dangerous Quest"
Late June 2010 - Winnipeg, Manitoba

GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP - DEATHMATCH!: American Freebear [c] v. Joe "Deadman" Pansac
SIRENS CHAMPIONSHIP: Sierra Browne [c] v. Mina Eyre
DANGER DRIVE: Eight men enter a 2-on-1 Gauntlet! One leaves with a guaranteed Grand Championship shot at Plunderland 2K10! The Dangerous Championship will be up for grabs too!
PLUS! A Trios Championship defense! Jackson Hunter has some 'splainin' to do! Maybe Ace Stevens' garden party he was talking about!

Show #16 - "Showdown in Motown"
TBD - Detroit, Michigan

Sirens Championship
Trios Championship
Dangerous Championship

Show #17 - "Tomorrow Right Now"
TBD - Burnaby, British Columbia

Grand Championship
Dangerous Championship

Show #18 - "Ragged Glory"
TBD - Regina, Saskatchewan

Sirens Championship
Trios Championship
Dangerous Championship

Show #19 - SUPERCARD - "Plunderland 2K10: Plunder Hard with a Vengeance"
TBD - Calgary, Alberta

Grand Championship
Dangerous Championship
Many more matches of dubious moral value and hard and heavy weaponry.

DCWL #14 - "Cornerstone Revolution 5 (Day Two)" - March 18, 2010 - Toronto, ON

2010-03-21T00:04:00.001-06:00

[Backstage, we see a small roped off area. Inside are a few cushy leather chairs, an ice bucket containing some long necked beers, and a TV stand supporting an LCD HDTV screen. We see the back of one head in one of the chairs. We go to a wide shot, revealing the small area guarded by two burly men in black suits, wearing dark sunglasses and earpieces. The sound of footsteps sends these men into alert as they reach into their pockets.]

VOICE: Gentlemen.

[Into the frame, sporting a white Stetson hat, is reserve roster member Derrick L. Ford. The security team eases, stepping aside. As they do, we see a sign on a placard hanging on the rope written in script.]

RESERVED FOR THE SHOOTFIRE PRO AMBASSADOR

[Derrick steps into the setup as the man in the chair rises to meet him - the man himself, Henry Spikes. They shake hands.]

HS: Mister Ford, a pleasure as always.

DLF: Thanks for the invite. Nice little area you've got here.

HS: Well, I was thinking about making an appearance, but given that this is Kyle Hayden's last night with the DCWL I figured I'd give him the limelight.

DLF: While we get front row seats.

HS: Precisely.

[Matching grins. They sit down, each grabbing a bottle out of the ice bucket.]

DLF: Where's O'Connor?

HS: Representing Shootfire well, defending his Spirit of Wrestling Championship out in San Francisco.

DLF: Eh, whatever. I don't know why you even hang with that dickweed. Give me his opportunities in Shootfire and I'd be running the damn place.

HS: Now, Mister Ford, let's not get into such a petty squabble. After all, this is Kyle Hayden's night.

[A chuckle.]

DLF: Part of me will miss the little bastard, even if the DCWL is better off without him.

HS: Perhaps I will too.

[He raises his beer.]

HS: A toast, then, to Kyle Hayden. The DCWL won't be the same without him.

DLF: I'll drink to that.

[The two clink bottles, grinning the whole time. Henry turns on the television as we cut away.]

[Back unto the fray in the same arena with the much the same fans as last day a few token fireworks fire at the entrance. Cut to the inside of the arena in Toronto, and Commissioner Kyle Hayden is already in the middle of the ring, a microphone in hand. The crowd isn't sure how to react.]

RM: Welcome back fans, and tonight we hope to hear from Kyle Hayden about the future of the DCWL.

CC: I was pessimistic at first, but did you see that grin Blaze Crimson was sporting earlier?

HAYDEN: Friends, good evening. And welcome to Cornerstone Revolution. You know, when we first started up this venture, the one event that I wanted to bring back more than any other is Cornerstone Revolution. You guys... all of you made it happen. If you're within the sound of my voice, no matter what you and I may think of each other, you and I... it's not just me. It's all of us. CR5 is here because you're here, and don't ever forget that there's a load of people back there who are crazy for getting a reaction out of you and whether they succeed or fail, it's good to know that you're there for them.

[He is suddenly interrupted by "Don't Tread On Me" by Metallica.]

CC: And guess who's here to claim the spoils of victory.

RM: Kyle Hayden first brought down Henry Spikes, and ever since the DCWL re-opened last year Spikes has been using the resources of Shootfire Pro Wrestling to undermine Kyle Hayden until the DCWL Commissioner's apparent breakdown at "The Devil Wears Lycra."

[Henry Spikes walks down the ramp and steps through the ropes. He clasps his hands in front of him, an eerie, insincere grin of his face.]

HAYDEN: Hank, you got something to say?

[The SPW Ambassador waves his hand to Hayden, with a "don't mind me" look on his face.]

HAYDEN: Well, folks, it's inevitable. I have to get to the subject of...

[...Anticipation...]

HAYDEN: The "Get Outta Dodge" Battle Royal.

[...Disappointment.]

HAYDEN: Now I admit I came up with the conceit of this match in a fit of inebriated rage, but I made the match and I stand by it. You see, everyone here is here for a reason, and i wanted to light a fire under those that are underachieving. But being petty and vindictive in business gets ya nowhere, doesn't it. We got a lot of guys like Mario Speedwagon and Brian Irwin and all of them that could be so much more than what they are. So the stipulations of the battle royal still stand; if you get tossed, you get knocked down a peg. But what I am going to do, is put out an open call for managers. A big truck load of managers. I want people who can look after all you affairs so can just go out there and wrestle and show the world what you've REALLY got. And on that note...

[Spikes raises his chin, his smirk getting more pronounced.]

HAYDEN: ...Our head trainer GRRR Guy is getting ready to send his new graduates up to us.

[Spikes rolls his eyes.]

HAYDEN: We're going to be bolstering our Reserve Roster and rather than just throw a bunch of slugs out there, we're going to be posting some of the action from the Dojo on our website and you, the fans, will be able to evaluate their performance and decide who will we will sign to freelance contracts.

[Hayden looks over his shoulder at the looming Spikes. He can't stall any more.]

HAYDEN: You know... I tried really hard not to make the DCWL about me, since the DCWL existed before and it'll exist long after I'm gone. But somewhere along the line... I forgot that. Or I wasn't paying attention and let myself slip. And if there's one thing the past nine months have taught me, is that I'm not cut out to be Commissioner of the DCWL. So... I'm stepping back.

RM: Well, we all anticipated this.

CC: It was inevitable.

HAYDEN: No one can say I didn't try. And I think if the Commissioner of the DCWL does not meet expectations, then he should step aside on his own terms before circumstances force him out and makes a big pathetic display and ends up leaving utterly disgraced. A complete laughing stock. That may be the way all my predecessors went, but that's not my way.

[He casts an accusing gaze upon the SPW Ambassador.]

HAYDEN: Isn't that right, Henry?

[Spikes just feigns ignorance.]

HAYDEN: And so, tonight, I am pleased to hand over the reigns of the DCWL to this man...

[He holds out his arm. Spikes steps forward. But the melodic strains of the "Master Ninja Theme Song" say otherwise...]

HAYDEN: GRRR Guy...

[The purple and green masked luchador runs down the aisle and poses melodramatically on the second turnbuckle, sequined cape flowing behind him. Spikes is near apoplectic.]

HAYDEN: ...And...

RM: And?!

HAYDEN: ...This gal...

[Blaze Crimson runs down the aisle and joins the filling ring.]

HAYDEN: ...And this fella...

[Governor General Ace Stevens, sash around his neck, enters the ring as well.]

HAYDEN: Oh, and, uh, Henry? You too. A promise is a promise right? I said I'd hand the DCWL back to you. See, I was thinking the DCWL was waaaaay too mired in administrative red tape. I mean... Commissioner, Governor General, Ambassador... Let's just rid of all of them and amalgamate them into a five-person Championship Committee. each of you have equal power to make matches, so I'm going to trust you with that. And I'm now accepting resumes for a fifth appointment to the committee. And as for me? I may be lousy as far as day-to-day running a wrestling fed may go, but my wallet says that I'm a terrific businessman. And you'll be pleased to know that this businessman has signed a deal with Shootfire Pro Wrestling that will bring the DCWL back in full force by June for Dangerous Quest. And until then, Shootfire has promised me a slot on its programming to showcase the best and brightest the DCWL has to offer on a global stage.

[He turns to the flabbergasted Spikes and the other members of the newly formed championship committee.]

HAYDEN: Here's the deal, guys. I stay on as owner. Shootfire invests in us, and I leave you to your own devices as long the money keeps flowing back to SPW and these fans keep going home thinking that they saw a great show.

[His mood changes...]

HAYDEN: And if I ever have to appear on camera again I will make sure that one responsible does not wake up the following morning. Good?

[He turns back to the crowd one last time.]

HAYDEN: And you guys, thanks for coming out tonight. We got a hell of a show. Maybe I'll see you in the crowd at Dangerous Quest! You guys are a real gas!

[Hayden abruptly leaves, leaving Crimson, Stevens, GRRR Guy behind. Spikes looks like he may have bitten off more than he can chew.]

[Cut back the announce table. Both Rich Manning and Christian Chazz look very relieved.]

RM: Ahhh. Hello, DCWL fans and welcome that what isn't the last DCWL event ever.

CC: Whoof... we still have jobs.

RM: Well, tonight we have three big title matches. Sierra Browne defends her DCWL Sirens Championship against Mistress Dandelion, Juri and Mine Eyre.

CC: Sledge and Dark Angel for the Dangerous Championship, no time limit, in the cage!

RM: And the main event of Cornerstone Revolution, the most vaunted position of the DCWL. It's American Freebear defending his Grand Championship against Maurice Thompson in a best-of-three falls match.

CC: Let the games begin!

RM: Well, first off tonight, we're going to be joined by a special guest from the NJWF. Daisetsu Bando last joined us at Ark of Triocalypse and he's back for a return engagement.

[A brief montage intercut with interview footage between BLUE Matsuyama and Daisetsu Bando. Bando from WOTW in front of an NJWF logo. BLUE in smoked sunglasses and a designer black leather jacket in front of a black background.]
BANDO: "BLUE Matsuyama, I have watched your antics in the indies for the past few years. You haven’t done anything in Japan, but fight Junior Heavyweights and Rookies to build your name as a Freelancer…"
BLUE: [dubbed] "Bando... He's forgotten what it means to be a wrestler. He stands up for these fools and comedians in the DCWL. I have respect for wrestling and he just sees at as way to inflate his ego."
BANDO: "You used your two wins of the 4 Japan Crown tournament to make you money instead of answering my challenges when I was BHC World Champion. You are nothing but a coward that is a stain on the name of Puroresu, I look forward to defeating you."
BLUE: "I refuse to be another name to pad his record, and I refuse to this day. I will not be his stepping stone and will not only defeat him, I'll make him submit."

[Cut backstage to soon-to-be Championship Committee member Blaze Crimson, who is fulfilling one of her last interview duties. She has a blank expression on her face.]

BC: Guys... I've seen a lot in the DCWL. I've seen a lot of disturbing violence and bloodshed. Horrific injuries. But nothing... nothing could prepare me for the DCWL legends that are about to face the New Main Street Killas...

[Zoom out a bit to reveal... THE VINDICATOR!]

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[Who is now morbidly obese and Samoan.]

OFFRAMPICATOR: Blaze, it's quite simple. You have to have talent and charisma, and I have both in spades. The three of us are head and shoulders over everyone who has ever been in the DCWL and we deserve to be treated like the VindiLegends we are. After all, nothing is better for the Annoyed-opolitan MEGA-Samoan. Isn't that right, Mirror?

[Into the frame steps Moses Pupulolo, in a mullet wig and red and blue ring attire.]

MOSES STANWYCZ: My life is a joke, Blaze.

OFFRAMPICATOR: Moses, you're breaking character. Say one of the catchphrases, like "be a man, a true man," or "take a good look," or "that's enough philosophy, let's talk business."

MOSES STANWYCZ: No. This is idiotic. I refuse.

OFFRAMPICATOR: Hey, you had your chance at Ozzie's costume...

[Pan out to reveal Ozzie Emshamo in a platinum blonde wig, a white crop top, and far too tight silver pants.]

TAWNY EMSHAMO: Ozzie's... Touch!

BLAZE: Must... get... brain... bleach...

[Cut backstage to Dan Clear, who is still in bad shape from his encounters with BMF and Leon Corella. He has his arm in a sling and a Joel Gertner signature collar around his neck.]

CLEAR: Sinister. Intelligent. Dannnnnnngerous. These words all describe Klezskavanian super-athlete Kalebri Braskovic, whom the DCWL has deemed valuable enough not to send to his doom in the “Get Outta Dodge” battle royal. This crossover international megastar—

[Pan out to reveal that Dan Clear’s hypervascular ginger nephew is facing away from the camera.]

CLEAR: Oh, for crying out loud…

[Clear spins his nephew around. Caleb Brantseg / Kalebri Braskovic is… different somehow.]

CLEAR: Kalebri Braskovic is ready to take his position as—

[Dan Clear stops as his nephew begins mumbling loudly, but unintelligibly.]

“jn tnty thdd thd wn… n mny othr sns trlee d’zhee zess n hz dz plls wsh r nt rtn n thz bk…”

CLEAR: What the hell are you going on about now, you little moron?

[He speaks up, but it sounds like he’s reading a ransom note at gunpoint.]

“One Corinthians one eighteen for the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness but unto us which are saved it is the power of God.”

CLEAR: Um… what the hey?

[The tall, thin stranger who has appeared at the last two events stands behind Dan Clear’s nephew. He grabs a fistful of his ginger hair and jerks his head back.]

STRANGER: REVELATIONS 13:1!

“AND I SAW A BEAST RISING UP OUT OF THE SEA HAVING SEVEN HEADS AND TEN HORNS AND ON HIS HORNS TEN CROWNS AND ON HIS HEADS A BLASPHEMOUS NAME!”

STRANGER: Mister Clear… I’m sorry that you’ve been caught in this crossroad of a deception. This… this *fiend* that dares to claim to be your nephew… Well, he is Revelations 13:1. He claimed to be God in human flash. He claimed he was Caleb Brantseg. Well, fella, I’m sorry he deceived you and this fine little rasslin’ organization you got here and I’d like to apologize.

REV 13:1: Jeremiah 23:5-6 Behold the days come saith the Lord that I will raise unto David a righteous Branch and a King shall reign and prosper and shall execute judgment and justice in the earth in his days Judah shall be saved and Israel shall dwell safely and this is his name whereby he shall be called The Lord our Righteousness.

[Clear looks like he was just caught with his hand in the cookie jar.]

CLEAR: Well… yeah…

[He decides to drop the news reporter act.]

CLEAR: Okay, look. I promised to get my nephew here into wrestling and I heard the story about Caleb Brantseg and the Church of the True Messiah and I thought it would make a neat gimmick.

[The stranger chuckles.]

STRANGER: Well, friend… ya know Caleb Brantseg is loooooong dead.

[He laughs again. Clear laughs too. “Revelations 13:1” still seems utterly brainwashed.]

REV 13:1: Ecclesiastes 5:1-2 keep thy foot when thou goest to the house of God and be more ready to hear than to give the sacrifice of fools for they consider not that they do evil be not rash with thy mouth and let not thine heart be hasty to utter any thing before God for God is in heaven and thou upon earth therefore let thy words be few.

STRANGER: Caleb Brantseg wasn’t the last son of the Church of the True Messiah, because he died and was never resurrected.

[Clear laughs even harder.]

STRANGER: Everyone knows his brother Joshua was the last son of the Church of the True Messiah.

[The laughter abruptly stops. The air becomes heavy and tension filled.]

STRANGER: It’s Joshua Brantseg who died and was resurrected.

REV 13:1: Proverbs 14:31 he that oppresseth the poor reproacheth his Maker but he that honoreth him hath mercy on the poor.

STRANGER: And fella, it hurt me so dearly to see this horror that this stain of sin is causing all you people. He appeared her first and so I offer to minister to you good and godly people first before all others of the world.

[Revelations 13:1 clasps his massive palm tightly over his uncle’s throat. Dan Clear begins gasping for breath, eyes as big a dinner plates.]

REV 13:1: 2 CORINTHIANS 6:2 BEHOLD NOW IS THE ACCEPTED TIME BEHOLD NOW IS THE DAY OF SALVATION!

BRANTSEG: I know how the Beast’s lies have hurt and shamed you, but I offer you a way to salvation, Mister Clear. I am duty bound to make disciples of the DCWL. I weep when I think of the torment in your hearts, friend. You deserve to turn your life over. Will you, Mister Clear?

[Clear responds with gurgling, then a decisive, stifled…]

CLEAR: YES! Ugh!

[Rev 13:1 releases his grip and Clear drops back to the ground, wheezing and gasping.]

BRANTSEG: Mister Clear, thank you for accepting the True Messiah into your life. We can now make the journey together, you and I.

CLEAR: Look, pal, I don’t know what you’ve done to my nephew here, but I’m callin’ the cops on—

[Just as soon as those words escape Clear's mouth, Rev 13:1 lands a clubbing blow to the shoulder of Dan Clear. It’s chaos backstage as the camera tries to keep up. But Joshua Brantseg’s voice rings loud and clear…]

REV 13:1: MATTHEW 26:21 AND AS THEY DID EAT HE SAID VERILY I SAY UNTO YOU THAT ONE OF YOU SHALL BETRAY ME!

BRANTSEG: Oh, Mister Clear… Please realize the gravity of the sin that you have wrought upon this world! I weep for all those that cannot be saved! Please listen to me, friend! Only I can save you from this awful tribulation; this sin will destroy you if you do not allow me to intervene! Only I can protect you!

[A loud thump and a muffled, ice-water-down-the-spine scream from Clear.]

BRANTSEG: PLEASE, MISTER CLEAR! Please let me save you from this beast that spills your blood and breaks your bones! Think of the eternal separation from God that you will endure, where I can no longer protect you from the evils of this world! Don’t you understand?

[We catch a brief glimpse of Joshua Brantseg. He holds in his hands the same implements used to knock out people backstage at “Contains Spoilers.” A pipewrench, a gold laquered sledgehammer and a red and yellow steel chair.]

BRANTSEG: You no longer need to worship these idolatrous objects and you can now worship the subject of your salvation! Please, Mister Clear...

REV 13:1: [offscreen] MATTHEW 25:46 THEN THEY WILL GO AWAY TO ETERNAL PUNISHMENT BUT THE RIGHTEOUS TO ETERNAL LIFE!

BRANTSEG: Mister Clear... please let me help you.

[Cut back to the announce table. Chazz and Manning are both rather perturbed by what they have just seen.]

CC: Ummm… Okay…

RM: Well, we’re getting some people back there to stop all this…

CC: It was true, Manning. It was all true…

[We fade in to the locker room of one American Freebear. There is no fridge limo, no humorously tiny cars, just a bear-man sitting on a bench. A white towel wrapped around his colossal neck, the Freebear raises his head and addresses his opponent for this most important night.]

"Maurice, as you enter what is CERTAINLY the biggest match of your career, I hope you understand what it means... to be a champion."

[The big lug pulls up his Grand Championship title, leather slapping against his massive shoulder.]

"See, the American Freebear is the only bear that flies. I know I tend to say that a lot, but it's something that matters to me. I give, I offer something unseen anywhere across the world; and I should know since I'm an avid traveler. But you...."

[He nearly spits in disgust.]

"The glorified Hidatsu Warrior or whatever. Big proud warrior that does nothing but lecture people. I'm supposed to believe that you're the future of this company, the one that embodies everything that DCWL represents?"

"Bullshit. You wanna fight the biggest and the strongest, you fight with me. You call my wins flukes when I'm the most incredible wrestler in DCWL and I'll splatter your guts all over the place. Not your joke, more then a warrior: AH'MA BEAR... that flies! That crushes everything caught underneath. That mauls and claws and if you piss him off anymore he's gonna bite you in half too. And don't forget the moonsault."

[The Freebear stands up, getting ready to walk out that door, making his way towards the ring.]

"Before you step inside that ring Maurice, realize that wrestling is all about what you have to give. Now you took a lot from the Freebear and what he said for your WotW segment... Now it's time for you to offer something of yourself as you face DCWL's biggest and baddest. Because the American Freebear... is coming to get YOU!"

[He said, real close to the camera! A bellowing laughter echoes through the hallways as the American Freebear departs.]

[Back at the announce table; the next match is already in progress in the ring.]

RM: Fans, right now, the DCWL is taking the opportunity to clear away some deadwood. We opened a fan poll a short while ago and based on fan voting, it looks like Paul Doom and Porno Anderson are going to be at a severe disadvantage in this battle royal.

CC: Which is odd considering Porno Anderson's matches are the most viewed DCWL matches for some reason.

RM: What Chazz says is true, fans. I'll leave it to you folks to fact check.

CC: And add on that Paul Doom is still hurt from last night when Benito Brown turned on him.

RM: In this battle royal the only way to win is to pin your opponent or throw them over the top rope to the outside. A new wrestler enters every five minutes and one would think that the last entry is the catbird seat.

CC: The what-bird seat?

RM: Catbird seat.

CC: The cat-what seat?

RM: CAT... BIRD... SEAT.

CC: I know what you said Manning. Geez, when did you become a Kentucky colonel? Catbird seat. Who says "catbird seat," anyway?

[Backstage, Logan ‘Sledge’ Braddock and his manager Tim McFarland are walking down a hallway. Tim struggles to keep pace with Sledge.]

Tim: What’s the hurry?

[Sledge completely ignores him.]

Tim: Come on Logan, still giving me the cold shoulder?

[Still no response.]

Tim: Get over it man.

[Sledge stops, turns and glares at Tim. Tim gulps.]

Sledge: Get over it? Get over it? First, I get the news of Buzzsaw coming to the DCWL, that you somehow didn’t mention to me. Then, I lose my title to Curtis that night. And now, I’m trying to get ready for my steel cage match, one of the biggest matches of my career, and you’re chasing wanting to know why I’m not speaking to you. Get over it?

Tim: I was going to tell you.

Sledge: Sure, when the time was right. Or, just when it was convenient for you, right?

Tim: Logan, your acting like a spoiled brat.

[Sledge takes a step closer to Tim, almost nose to nose.]

Sledge: Listen Tim. I appreciate all that you have done for me in my career, I really do. I wouldn’t be where I am today without your help.

[Tim cracks a smile.]

Sledge: But right now, I don’t need you harping on me. Right now I need to get ready for my match with Curtis. And after our last match, I know this one is not going to be easy. I need to be completely focused. And I don’t need to be wasting energy trying to smooth things over with you.

[Sledge turns and begins to walk away. Tim is right behind him. Sledge stops and turns once again.]

Sledge; What part of that didn’t you understand?

[Tim looks confused.]

Tim: I thought you’d still need me to help you get ready for your match, like I always do.

Sledge: Not this time Tim. Why don’t you go pester Buzzsaw.

Tim: But your match…

Sledge: Don’t worry Tim, I got this one handled.

[Sledge turns and walks away, leaving Tim standing alone in the hallway.]

#YOU WANT SOMETHING BETTER?#

[The capacity crowd gives a hearty cheer for the Danko Jones riff. Onto the stage steps Wolf Masterson, sporting a jean jacket and track pants, who looks amazed at the production and the crowd waiting to greet him. After a moment, another eruption of cheers as Joe "Deadman" Pansac stands next to his teammate. Both men strike a pose before walking down the ramp.]

CC: Here comes the man with the plan.

RM: Masterson defeated Jackson Hunter to come away with the blank contract from Ark of Triocalypse. The big questions ever since: when, and how, does he use it?

CC: He could use it tonight. Wolf hasn't been scheduled for a match here at Cornerstone, and it has to be awfully tempting to see a Grand Championship match between two men who competed in matches just yesterday.

[Pansac holds the ropes open for Masterson, who strikes another pose for the fans. Joe enters the ring, asking for Buckley Luck's house mic. He points at the mic to Wolf, who nods.]

JDP: Now I know everyone here wants to hear what Wolf has to say...hell, so do I. But I can't let the night pass without addressing what happened in the tag match last night. Jive will be fine...he's too tough to be taken down like that. But that doesn't excuse what happened.

[The characteristic good nature of the Deadman evaporates, replaced by the hateful scowl we saw last night.]

JDP: Benito Brown, you and I go back a ways. We've both had our issues with our gimmicks, but we played our roles, collected our checks, and bided our time until we could finally break out on our own merit. If anyone could understand you, it'd be Jive and me. But while I understand the frustration, but I will never, EVER, understand turning on your partner like that. Attacking Doom, attacking Jive the way you did doesn't erase your mistreatment, and it doesn't make you a badass. It makes you a coward, and it makes you a target. You and me will meet again, Buster, and when we do you won't get lovable Joe Pansac. You'll get the Deadman.

[An unsettling smile.]

JDP: And I'll put you six feet under.

[He turns to his teammate, extending the mic to Wolf. We can see Wolf mouth "Are you ok?" to Pansac, who nods curtly. Casting one final worried look to his partner, Masterson takes center stage.]

WM: What's up Toronto?!

[CHEAP POP roar! Any unease Wolf has is gone, as he relishes the attention.]

WM: It was nine months ago at the very first DCWL show that I stood in front of hundreds of people, competing to be the first Dangerous Champion. I lost that night, and came away with a minor ankle injury for my troubles. When I came back, I found Kevin Alloy right in my face and my spot on the roster in jeopardy.

[From his jacket pocket, he retrieves a folded piece of white paper.]

WM: What a difference a few months, some solid support, and a blank contract make.

[He smiles at the buzz emanating from the crowd.]

WM: I've gotten all the advice I can handle over the last few months...when to use it, how to use it...but after talking with people I trust and respect, I realized there was only one way to use this contract.

[He switches the mic to the contract hand.]

WM: This contract is a key, good for opening any door I see fit. Sure I could sell it, or use it to get revenge on someone for some perceived wrong. Thing is, I get paid, and while revenge would have sounded sweet a few months ago, I know better now. No, this contract has to be used, and used wisely, for gold. And really, if you only have one shot to go for gold, there's only one title out there that fits - the DCWL Grand Championship.

[Crowd ROARS.]

WM: So the question is...when? Hell, if I wanted to, I could make a Grand Championship match right here TONIGHT.

[Another roar, though it dies quickly as Wolf shakes his head.]

WM: A few months ago? I wouldn't even be out here talking about it. I'd just show up, point at whoever was lucky enough to survive Freebear/Thompson, and try and pick up the scraps. Now? Now I know there's more to being a champion than having a shiny belt. It's about pouring your heart and soul into your craft, day after day, month after month, year after year. It's about rising above your crappy gimmick, showing that you're something more than a guy out there to get a few laughs and make the new guy look good. It is experiencing adversity and hardship, and overcoming every obstacle in your way.

[Wolf becomes a bit somber.]

WM: Whoever wins a match like the one tonight deserves their moment in the sun. They deserve to call themselves champion, and I couldn't possibly mess with that. Now I know the company's future is in doubt, but I did see that we're scheduled for a Supercard in the not too distant future. I think that's plenty of time to bask in Cornerstone Revolution glory. So, at Dangerous Quest in June, the DCWL Grand Champion WILL defend his title...

.

.

.

...against JOE "DEADMAN" PANSAC!

CC: What?!

RM: Oh my goodness! Joe Pansac will challenge for the Grand Championship!

[The crowd is stunned, though there's still a sizable cheer. Pansac is as bewildered as anyone, his jaw slightly open as he gawks at Wolf. Wolf is back in showman mode.]

WM: And not just in any match! The Grand Championship will be decided in a good old fashioned DEATHMATCH! Barbed wire! Glass! Land Mines! You won't just face one of the toughest bastards to ever grace this company, you'll do so in the match he knows as well as any other!

[He turns to his mentor, still disbelieving, and puts a hand on his shoulder.]

WM: Joe, if it weren't for you and Mina, I'd still be snarling, growling and slobbering as the Wolf. The trios division will always be ours for the taking. Mina's got her foot in the door with the Sirens. Me? I've got my whole future ahead of me now. But if this contract is a key, it's the key to a lifelong warrior, at long last, getting the recognition he deserves. Joe...it's finally your time.

[Wolf hands out the contract to Pansac, who looks out at the largest Dangerous Championship Wrestling crowd to date.]

"JOE! JOE! JOE! JOE!"

"JOE! JOE! JOE! JOE!"

[Pansac accepts the contract, pulling Masterson in for a brief man hug. "Die Dead Enough" kicks up over the PA to compliment the roaring crowd. Wolf raises Pansac's hand in the middle of the ring.]

RM: So in an absolute shocker, Wolf Masterson cashes in his contract for a Grand title shot, but for his Horrorshow teammate Joe Pansac! Who could have seen this coming?

CC: I don't know if it's ever a smart move to pass on a chance to get yourself gold, but I'll give Wolf this much...it's a damn classy move.

RM: And now the winner of the match tonight between Maurice Thompson and American Freebear knows his next challenge...

CC: ...if there is a next challenge...

RM: ...facing the Deadman at Dangerous Quest in a brutal, no holds barred Deathmatch.

CC: I've seen Pansac's work in Deathmatches before. That Grand Championship will be in more danger than people think.

[Some good old video package music. Back and forth between the voices of Sledge and Joshua Curtis...]

"What you must prepare for Sledge is walking down an aisle that leads to 16 feet of hell and torture..."

"It’s a funny thing, the steel cage. It can make you a man, or it can take everything away..."

"Steel is an unforgiving surface and it can be used to maim, disfigure and destroy careers..."

"It can raise you to the top of the wrestling world, or drop you straight to the bottom..."

"I LIVE to hurt, torture and destroy anyone that gets put in that cell with me..."

"We both will leave the steel cage better men, but only one of us will leave with the Dangerous Championship..."

"Get some sleep, kiss your family, say goodbye to your friends because I'm going to promise you one thing Logan and that is if you survive the 16 feet of steel against me you deserve to wear the belt that I now proudly hold for this company and my Angels..."

"I will leave the steel cage a legend."

#A little Dramatic Music#

[The scene opens as the opening Chords to Machine Head's cover of Iron Maiden's "Hallowed Be Thy Name". The scene opens with Leon Corella standing face to face with Julian "Bane" Beckson, both men dressed to compete. Judging from the hanging banners and the graphics on the side of the ring, this dates back to DCWL's Ark of the Tripocalypse.]

Corella- Let me get this straight... You want me to face a child... in the wrestling ring... One on one...

[Bane nods, a bit perplexed by Leon's response...]

Bane- Yes...

[...suddenly Leon's face becomes an intense scowl of rage, anger, and overflowing intensity as he got right in Bane's face shifting 0 to 60 in an instant..]

Corella- THE HELL I WILL!!!

*HUGE FACE POP!*

Bane- I'd turn around if I were you...

[...The shadow loomed over them, and Leon's eyes grew wide. He turned and immediately was rocked off his feet with a brutal Big Boot to the face! Bane and Jerome quickly clear the ring. Corella, stunned and trying to rise, was bodily lifted onto his feet by Big Mike, doubled over with a brutal Toe kick to the gut and doubled over. BMF straddles the back of Leon's head, then whips him up onto his shoulders, and drives him to the canvas with a brutal powerbomb.]

Bane- I hope you enjoy Facing "Big" Mike Foyer....

[A few rapid fire shots of Big Mike slinging and slamming Leon around like a rag doll follows, finishing with Leon laying in a pool of his own blood and Big Mike standing over him with glazed over psychotic eyes and a satisfied grin. Big Mike's voice sounds out over the scene...]

BMF V/O- Leon Corella is Completely out of his Depth and Unprepared for what I bring....

[The scene then transitions to Big Mike walking backstage with Alton West and Great Atma at The Devil Wear's Lycra. His eyes widen with surprise as Leon bull rushes onto the scene with wild, violent swinging punches...]

Corella V/O- I am sorry for what I did to you Mike. Not a day goes by that I don't torture myself for what I did to you, but the apologies.... End... HERE!!!

[...Followed by Leon hitting a nasty release German Suplex that sends Big Mike through a double pane plate glass window onto solid pavement.]

Corella V/O- I WILL KILL YOU AND YOUR DREAMS!!!

[Now a shot of Leon shoving Big Mike head first through the windshield of a car! It's quickly followed up with the two on top of that very same car, a certain infamous Nissan Cube. Leon has straddled the back of Big Mike's head and applied the double U-hook. Just as the song hit's it's second crescendo, the scene goes into slow motion as Leon whips BMF onto his shoulder and then drills him head and shoulders first onto the car, glass exploding with dramatic affect from every window as the roof caves in from their combined weight.]

Chris Chazz V/O- I think this one is official over!

[We finish with a shot of Big Mike Foyer sitting up in the wreckage, most of his head and upper body covered in his own blood from multiple gashes on his face and chest.]

BMF V/O- You can hurt me, Leo, but you can't beat me....

[The scene then fades to a Cornerstone Revolution 5 Logo, effectively ending there.]

[Many of the fans have migrated from the arena to the deathmatch ring outside the arena. The sun sets in the distance, illuminating the haze of the city called the Center of the Universe; it is unseasonably warm. Something is brewing in the air...]

[More music, more video packages. A voice in the dark...]
"Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown..."
[Tawny Blake defeated Guido the Great...]
[Guido the Great defeated Tawny Blake...]
[Jack Ketch defeated Guido the Great...]
[The Vindicator defeated Jack Ketch...]
[Tawny Blake defeated The Vindicator...]
[Dale "The Mirror" Stanwycz defeated Tawny Blake...]
["The New Classic" Skye Ashner defeated Dale Stanwycz...]
[Naja Takemara defeated Skye Ashner...]
[Haplo the Vagabond defeated Noah Prejudice...]
[Jackson Hunter defeated Haplo...]
[Noah Prejudice defeated Jackson Hunter...]
[Jackson Hunter defeated Noah Prejudice...]
[Johnny Detson defeated Jackson Hunter...]
[Kaijuu Jisatsu defeated Johnny Detson...]
[The Rat defeated Kaijuu Jisatsu...]
[And then...]
[Bane...]
[Leon Corella...]
[And together... Maurice Thompson and American Freebear.]

RM: Well, Chazz, five times now I've had the privilege of calling a Grand Championship match in the main event of Cornerstone Revolution and they've all been incredible matches. There was the battle between Mark Haley, Tawny Blake, and the Vindicator in 2003. We had a best-of-three falls match between Skye Ashner and Jackson Hunter at Cornerstone Revolution II in 2004. The King of Endurance matches at III and IV. There was time when we were all sure there would never be a Cornerstone Revolution 5, but Kyle Hayden said it best: faith manages.

CC: Ah, don't get all soft on me, ya big lug.

RM: All right then, I won't. Chazz, what should we be looking for in this Grand Championship match?

CC: Well every Cornerstone main event seems to come down to a matter of endurance. Thompson right now has the added conditioning, but he's put on some muscle mass specifically for this match and I'm thinking that might work against him. On the other hand, he'd still probably be in better shape cardiovascular-wise than Freebear. The champ has to rely on his crunch power and not be so concerned with high-risk moves. American Freebear outweighs the challenger by a hundred pounds; all he need to worry about is being fast enough and sticking to his basics, and then choosing his spot for the moonsault or other high-risk move. If I'm Thompson, I'm looking for a long match. I'm looking to wear out Freebear and start piling on my own moonsaults.

RM: Well fans, this is it: the main event. Grand Championship on the line. Buckley, take it away!

~~~D~C~W~L~~~

DCWL Classic - Cornerstone Revolution III: King of Endurance

2010-03-19T23:09:00.000-06:00

By 2006, Jackson Hunter had gone from long shot challenger to an institution as Grand Champion. However, longtime rival Mark Haley sought to collect a debt from the champion, and brother Darian Haley, aka Orion, was not far behind. These three individuals would collide in a new match concept called the "King of Endurance," a long form match in which scores were tallied per fall, and the winner would be the first past ten points.

But, like the Cornerstone Revolution main events before, intrigues were brewing after the match...

[Slow fade from black.]

(Out of the black, epic music begins to sound. The ending of Total
Dementia is seen, Alexander Hawkins III defeating Jackson Hunter, and
holding the Plunderweight Championship high above his head. There is a
slight haze over the events as they move in slow motion. But then, AH3
is seen across a black background, arms folded with the Plunderweight
championship over his shoulder, the camera zooms around him dynamically
as another figure comes into view… The Rat. Standing with his hands on
his hips, the Rat glares at the screen from behind his sunglasses.
Soon, behind the two, more figures appear. Tawny Blake, Babyface
Brawler, Celestial Warrior, Maul, Tigress, and Vyolence. As they seem
to march from the background, toward AH3 and The Rat in the foreground,
a familiar tune begins to play.)

# You say you want a Revolution.. #

(The Rat and AH3 slowly turn, gripping their fists, walking toward the
others as if in a big gang fight. The folky tune continues to play as
they walk towards each other.)

# Well, ya know. #

(The screen seems to change, now with Team Hawkins and Team Rat walking
toward each other, as if both are stuck in West Side Story. But the
camera then flashes to see the Tag Team Champions, Guido Milano and
Johnny Detson standing with the straps across their shoulders. Coming
from behind them are Da Ace Killas, armed with action figures.)

# We all want to change the world #

(But the camera spins around once more and now focuses on Naja Takamara
and Curt Olsen, the Platinum Title sitting in between them. Naja lifts
the title up, draping it over his shoulder, but Olsen just looks at him
with a smirk on his face…)

# You tell me that it’s evolution #

(But as the camera takes another dynamic swing into the black
nothingness, it comes back around to see Skye Ashner. He looks over his
shoulder as Evlynn comes walking up behind him, and suddenly the two
are looking at each other in a heated stare.)

# Well, ya know #

(After a moment, The two turn their backs on each other and begin
walking away in slow paces, as if in an Old West gunman duel.)

# We all want to change the world #

(But just as before, the camera spins wildly out of control, but this
time locks in to the stone cold stare of Haplo the Vagabond. He stands
alone in the darkness, arms stretched out as the camera spins around
his impressive muscular build.)

# But when you talk about destruction #

(And as it violently spins upwards, we now see the tattooed scales on
the back of Noah Prejudice. He glares forward while the camera
continues to spin around him. But soon the camera stops over his
shoulder, and he begins to walk forward. Walking towards him in the
same path is Haplo. Their eyes lock in a cold stare as they continue
toward each other until…)

# Don't you know you can count me out #

(Static… The sound of the Beatles’ "Revolution" stops.)

# The Revolution will not be televised. #

(Through the static is the image of the Grand Championship.)

# The Revolution will not be televised. #

(Then comes Mark Haley, walking down an alleyway…)

# The Revolution will not be televised. #

(…and on the other side of the alleyway is Orion…)

# The Revolution will not be televised. #

(In the middle, holding the Grand Championship is Jackson Hunter. Haley
and Orion start walking towards Hunter, who just smirks, motioning for
them to “bring it”. As they near, the screen goes to static, and then
back to black… The Beatles’ tune returns.)

# Don’t you know it’s gonna be… #

(Haley, Orion, and Hunter now stand in the blackness like everyone else
before them. Slowly they begin walking toward a center point, at which
lies the Grand Championship, all reaching it simultaneously. The three
look up from the title to each other, as suddenly yet again see Team
Hawkins and Team Rat walking faster and faster toward each other.)

# Alright! #

(As Team Hawkins and Team Rat meet each other, a brawl breaks out! But
it is consumed by a white light, which now shows us the Tag Champs
again, getting bombarded with action figures! Detson and Guido duck and
cover as they get closer and closer to Da Ace Killas, and when the
reach them… the same white light!)

# Alright! #

(Ashner and Evelynn suddenly turn and rush toward each other, each
other them leaping in the air. They lock arms, as the same white light
appears in between them!)

# Alright! #

(Noah Prejudice and Haplo the Vagabond still remain in a death cold
stare. Both of them stand there, just staring, seething with rage,
hatred for one another. The same white light then engulfs them…)

# Alright! #

(Static once more… We see Jackon Hunter’s face, as Haley and Orion are
closing in on him and the Grand Championship. He smirks before uttering
a phrase…)

“The Revolution WILL be Televised…”

[Black.]

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RM: "Our final match of the evening has been building since Jackson
Hunter first arrived in the DCWL."

HP: "I think we've all seen the replay of Mark Haley's unprovoked
attack on Jax! No need to rehash that, Manning!"

RM: "No question, we've all seen it, as Jackson Hunter has not been
shy about replaying it. But now these two are finally going to settle
things in the ring. If Mark Haley wins, Jax has promised to shake his
hand. And if Jax wins, Mark Haley has promised to acknowledge Jax as a
proper champion. There's a lot of pride at stake for both of these
men!"

HP: "Don't forget that the movie star's superior brother, Orion, is
also going to be in this match!"

RM: "That's absolutely right, Hollywood, Orion has been added to the
match as a third competitor, and there's a mystery surrounding whether
or not Orion and Mark Haley are actually in cahoots to try to get the
title from Jackson Hunter!"

HP: "I sure hope Orion wouldn't sink so low as to have to team up with
his no talent hack of a brother!"

RM: "And let's not forget, Hollywood, that this match is also to crown
the King of Endurance! Not just any three way dance, but a King of
Endurance match to decide the DCWL Grand Champion! The rules are fairly
simple, the first man to reach ten points is the winner."

(A graphic comes up on the screen. It shows the points and the method
they can be scored, like so:

Scoring:

Pinfalls: 3
Submission: 4
I Quit: 5 (Elimination)

Illegal: -2
Count out: -1

The graphic fades out.)

RM: "As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match has
to meet or exceed ten points to get the win, and this is how it can be
done. Pinning an opponent to the mat results in three points,
submissions are worth four points, and getting your opponent to say 'I
quit' results in a big five point gain, and can eliminate the quitter
from the match outright!"

HP: "You sure about that, Manning?"

RM: "Jax set up the rules himself, Hollywood! He also informed us that
point totals can go down by cheating, which will cost you two points,
and being counted out will cost you one!"

HP: "I gotta believe Jax made sure that stipulation went in, so he can
beat the hell out of Haley for more than ten points worth! Gain some
points, lose some points! HA! The agony goes on!"

RM: "Okay, someone has been watching Karate Kid part III, lately!"

HP: "Cobra Kai, motherfuc-"

RM: "Alright, that's more than enough last minute hype for this match
up, let's head down to ringside!"

(Cut away from Rich and Hollywood to the ring.)

**DING DING DING**

PA: "Ladies and gentlemen, the final match of the evening is a King of
Endurance match-"

(Crowd begins cheering prematurely!)

PA: "-and is for the DCWL GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP!!"

(Crowd starts to scream their heads off!!!)

PA: "Introducing first..."

(The lights go out, and the arena is blanketed in thick darkness as the
droning chords and drum beat from Metallica’s “Orion” fade in over the
sound system. A soft, pale blue light illuminates the ring, ramp, and
stage, reflecting off of silver glitter falling from the ceiling. It
grows in intensity as the music crescendos...)

PA: "... from Los Angeles, California... weighing 294 pounds ... here
is OOORRRRRRIIIIIIIIOOOOOONNNN!!!"

(Suddenly, heavy guitar riffs pound over the sound system as white
sparklers surround the entrance and stage in a blaze of glory, and
Orion steps out onto the stage. He puts his hands on his hips and
looks out upon the darkened crowd as the sparklers continue to
illuminate the stage. After a moment, the sparklers fade, and Orion
begins to swiftly stride down the ramp.)

RM: "We haven’t seen Orion with Samantha for months! I wonder-"

HP: "What? Are you implying that Orion killed his girlfriend in a fit
of rage? Because I’m sick of hearing your accusations!"

RM: "I never said that!"

(As the silver glitter continues to fall around the arena, shining
brightly in the blue light, Orion climbs the steel steps to the ring
apron and steps under the ropes to enter the ring. He moves to the
center of the ring, and stands with his feet slightly spread, facing
down at the mat, arms at his side. With a burst of energy that moves
through his entire body, his arms fly upward toward the heavens, and
white sparklers fall all around him in the ring.)

(Orion then moves to his corner as the glitter stops falling. While he
begins to stretch a bit, his music fades, and the normal lights come
back on.)

PA: "Introducing next..."

(All of the lights cut out, blanketing the arena in total darkness, as
the intro to Creed's "What If" begins to flow over the crowd, a guitar
and a bass playing counterpoint to each other. The sudden change in
atmosphere, along with the fans' recognition of the music, gets a huge
cheer out of the sellout crowd, which only gets louder as the music
builds, until a short drum roll and a sharp guitar lick suddenly break
the steady rhythmic tide.)

# I can't find the rhyme in all my reason #
# Lost sense of time and all seasons #
# Feel I've been beaten down #
# By the words of men who have no grounds #

(Heavy, percussive guitar chords grind methodically over the sound
system, as a silvery blue light fills the arena, and blindingly bright
silver and white fireworks explode around the entrance. After a moment,
the smoke begins to fade, allowing Mark Haley to come slowly into view,
which sparks a huge roar from his thousands of fans. His arms are
extended down and out to his sides, and his head is down, causing his
long, wavy black hair to fall over his face, casting shadows that
obscure what little of his face isn't already masked by the hair
itself.)

# Can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom #
# When your axe has cut the roots that feed them #
# Forked tongues in bitter mouths #
# Can drive a man to bleed from inside out #

(Mark Haley is an athletic, muscular man, six and a half feet tall, his
body the product of a single-minded pursuit of physical perfection.
Despite the hardness of his facial features, there is a shadowy
handsomeness to him, punctuated by his strong, clean-shaven jaw. He
wears black wrestling tights, made out of some kind of shiny,
leather-like material that reflects the blue-silver light, along with
black boots and fingerless gloves. His torso is covered by a black
T-shirt with an image of the sun's corona on the front; over that, he
wears a black leather duster that comes down to mid-calf. He also
wears a pair of his trademark thin black sunglasses.)

# What if you did? #
# What if you lied? #

(As the crowd continues to cheer for Mark, he simply soaks in their
reaction, slowly looking from side to side, his gaze drifting from one
end of the arena to the other.)

# What if I avenge? #
# What if eye for an eye? #

(Suddenly, in one quick, fluid motion, he violently whips his head up,
sending the jet-black mane flying back over his shoulders, and
revealing his face, stony and stoic. He looks from side to side again,
quickly this time, sending his dark hair flying from shoulder to
shoulder.)

PA: "...Hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at 263
pounds... MAAAAARRRRRK HAAAAAAAAALEEEEEEEEEY!!!"

(After gazing around the arena for a few moments longer, looking over
the cheering fans, a small smirk comes to Haley's lips. He raises both
arms in acknowledgement of them, and then violently brings them back
down, setting off another group of silver and white fireworks all
around him, before he starts down the ramp, the duster billowing out
behind him as he walks.)

HP: "Jesus tap-dancing Christ, is he still at the top of the
entranceway?"

# I've seen the wicked fruit of your vine #
# Destroy the man who lacks a strong mind #
# Human pride sings a vengeful song #
# Inspired by the times you've been walked on #

(Mark energetically storms down the length of the ramp, playing to the
fans the entire way, pumping his fists and pointing out individuals
with Haley-related signs in the crowd. As he nears the bottom of the
ramp, he approaches the side of the aisle, and high-fives as many
outstretched hands as he can without stopping his approach to the
ring.)

# My stage is shared by many millions #
# Who lift their hands up high because they feel this#
# We are one, we are strong #
# The more you hold us down, the more we press on #

(Haley slides under the ring ropes and stands to his feet, and heads
for the nearest corner. He climbs the turnbuckle; when he reaches the
top, he whips his head back, sending his hair flying, and throws his
right arm up into the air. The pose gets another huge cheer from the
crowd, and flashes go off around the arena. After looking out over the
roaring fans for a few moments, he jumps down, and quickly strides
across to the opposite turnbuckle.)

# What if you did? #
# What if you lied? #
# What if I avenge? #
# What if eye for an eye? #

(Mark quickly climbs that turnbuckle and repeats the same motion there,
throwing his head back and raising his arm, to a similar response of
cheers and flashbulbs. Then he removes his sunglasses and flings them
into the crowd, where several people scramble to try and catch them
before one lucky person ends up with the treasured shades. After
watching the contest with a smile, he hops back down to the mat,
removes his duster, and tosses it out of the ring; the T-shirt is next
to come off, drawing some high-pitched cheers from the DCWL's female
fans, and it too is thrown out of the ring with the duster. Both the
duster and shirt are retrieved by the ring crew as the lights come back
up and the music fades, while Haley heads to his corner, and adjusts
his elbow pads and gloves, mentally preparing for the match.)

HP: "Finally."

PA: "And their opponent..."

CROWD: “BOO!!!”

(The first syncopated guitar riffs of "Revolution Blues" by Neil Young
sound, and Three Little Words on the big screen cause a lot of acrimony
in the assembled masses: )

"JUST WATCH ME"

(...Which is followed by the usual commissioner-whacking, glass
pane-breaking, illegal tasering, chair smashing, Broken Arrow-ing
montage, liberally intercut with single-frame Soviet-style propaganda
messages.)

# Well, we live in a trailer at the edge of town. #
# You never see us 'cause we don't come around. #
# We got twenty five rifles just to keep the population down. #
# But we need you now, and that's why I'm hangin' 'round. #
# So you be good to me and I'll be good to you, #
# And in this land of conditions I'm not above suspicion #
# I won't attack you, but I won't back you. #

(Enter Jackson Hunter, Grand Championship slung with care over his
shoulder casting a baleful eye toward the crowd with a mixture of
disdain and paranoia. Gripping the belt closer, he skulks his way down
the aisle, eyeballing the angry crowd the whole time. His
shoulder-length mess of wavy mottled brown and dirty blonde hair hangs
over the white towel slung around his neck, which in turn caps the
matte black warm-up jacket, a Jack Daniels label-inspired logo on the
back: "JACKSON HUNTER / OLD MISERY GUTS No. 13 / QUALITY / SASKATCHEWAN
/ SOUR GRAPES / WHISKEY." Jax's ring attire consists of silver and
black snakeskin patterned long tights, black kneepads, and calf-length
black boots. Also visible are two taped fists, bound in black athletic
tape to halfway up the forearm.)

# Well, it's so good to be here asleep on your lawn. #
# Remember your guard dog? Well, I'm afraid that he's gone. #
# It was such a drag to hear him whining all night long. #
# Yes, that was me with the doves, setting them free near the factory #
# Where you built your computer, love. #
# I hope you get the connection, 'cause I can't take the rejection #
# I won't deceive you, I just don't believe you. #

PA: "... from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada ... weighing 234 pounds
... he is the DCWL Grand Champion ... here is JAAAAACK-SOOON
HUNNNNNNNN-TEEER!!!"

(With a stony glare, he surveys the entire arena while stalking around
ringside. Jeering and cursing rain down on him. He discards the warm-up
jacket and towel-- holding on to the belt for a bit longer-- and climbs
the stairs. Rather than posing, he elects to remain on the apron,
leaning over the ropes, slightly, and begins to stare down Mark Haley.
He doesn't break gaze-- although he in not physically impressive and
has no great musculature, his personality is clearly repugnant enough
to make anyone think twice.)

# Well, I'm a barrel of laughs, with my carbine on #
# I keep 'em hoppin', till my ammunition's gone. #
# But I'm still not happy, I feel like there's something wrong. #
# I got the revolution blues, I see bloody fountains, #
# And ten million dune buggies comin' down the mountains. #
# Well, I hear that Laurel Canyon is full of famous stars, #
# But I hate them worse than lepers and I'll kill them in their cars. #

(Jax is very cautious with both Haley brothers in the ring. He tries to
keep an equal distance from the both of them.)

**DING DING DING**

Haley makes a sudden move to close the gap,
between himself and Hunter,
but the anxious champion is quick to defensively back off.
Mark Haley backs off,
but Jax has now moved even closer to Orion,
and Orion moves in on the champ!
Jax is quick to notice, however,
and lands a quick elbow on Orion!
Orion is stunned, and Jax uses this opportunity to strike again,
knocking Orion back into the corner!
Jax begins putting the boots to Orion,
and Mark Haley begins to slowly walk towards Jax from behind.

RM: "This match has started off quick with Jax taking it to Orion! Or,
as he calls him, 'Ashlee!' "

HP: "Dammit, Jax, look behind you!"

While Jax has been so intent on putting the boots to Orion,
Haley manages to get behind with his back to him.
Mark grabs Jax's head against his shoulder,
and drops to the mat with a neckbreaker!
Orion starts to recover, as Jax looks up to see both the Haleys.
He quickly slides himself underneath the ropes,
and outside of the ring.
Jax points and screams derisively at the two of them,
and the referee begins his ten count.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
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RM: "It looks like the very first point scored in this match could be
negative!"

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FOUR!
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FIVE!
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Jax is still unwilling to reenter the ring.
Mark Haley demands that he come back in,
but Orion instead punches Haley in the ribs!
Haley is shocked, and Orion presses his advantage.
Haley can't trade punches with his much larger brother,
and finds himself against the ropes in no time!
The referee struggles to keep an eye on both men,
and still count against Jax!

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SIX!
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RM: "There goes the idea that they're working together!"

Orion whips Haley into the ropes,
as Jax looks on from the outside.
Orion picks up Haley to go for an elevated press slam,
but Mark floats over and hooks in a sleeper hold!
Orion's arms flail about,
and the referee calls out SEVEN!
The referee is obviously having a hard time,
trying to tell whether or not he should call the count,
or see if Orion is going to pass out.
He calls out EIGHT,
and Jax grabs hold of the bottom rope with one hand.

HP: "C'mon, Jax, don't make your own rules work against ya!"

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NINE!

Orion's arms continue to flail,
and he almost reaches back and grabs Mark Haley's hair,
but loses any chance when Haley begins to wrench his brother around.
The referee is about to call out TEN!,
but Jax quickly is into the ring.

RM: "If Jackson Hunter hadn't got back into the ring before the call of
ten, it would have cost him a point! And there's no use in working from
below zero in this thing!"

HP: "No kidding, Manning! Jax doesn't need to give those two
monkey-humpers any advantages over him! Not that he couldn't win
anyway, but giving anything to Mark Haley is just sickening!"

Jax sneers at the sight of Orion, being held by Mark Haley.
As the referee checks to see if Orion is still conscious,
Orion breaks free, and smashes into Jax with a clothesline!
Jax goes down!
Mark Haley now moves into position, putting a leg grapevine on Jax,
while Orion straddles his chest,
and begins driving his fist into Jax's head repeatedly!

RM: "Orion broke free! Or was that a setup? Did Mark Haley and Orion
make it look like they were fighting each other to get Jackson Hunter
back into the ring?"

HP: "Either way, Jax is getting pummeled! I won't stand for this,
Manning! Jax deserves a partner in crime, too!"

Jax is close enough to the ropes to reach out and grab them,
so the referee orders Mark Haley to break his hold.
Haley complies, but Orion continues to batter the champion!
With his legs freed,
Jax reaches up and blocks Orion's swinging arm,
and swings his other leg up,
to knock Orion down onto his shoulders!
The referee counts:

ONE!

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TWO!!

A standing dropkick from Mark Haley connects with Jax's head,
breaking up the impromptu pinfall.
Haley gets Jax to his feet,
and whips him hard into the nearby ropes.
Jax manages to cling to the ropes,
so he doesn't bounce back at them--so Haley charges at him, instead.
Jax manages to duck,
and backdrops Haley right out of the ring!
Haley impacts hard on the padding outside of the ring,
and Jax turns his attention to a now-standing Orion!

HP: "You have to commend Jax, Manning, he's doing a great job against
the conspiracy to steal his title!"

RM: "I don't know that I would call it a conspiracy, Hollywood,
considering we don't have actual proof that Orion and Haley are even
working together!"

HP: "What more proof do you need, other than them both attacking him?
Open your eyes, you sheep!"

Jax meets with Orion in the center of the ring,
and dodges a punch from the much larger Orion!
Jax responds with a forearm to the chest,
and follows with an elbow to the stomach!
Orion is doubled over,
and Jax bounces off the ropes,
but is tripped up by Mark Haley!
Jax impacts the mat hard, smacking his face on impact.
Jax holds his nose, and Orion moves in to pick him up.
Haley begins to climb back into the ring,
as Orion flings Jax into the corner.
Orion sets himself up,
and begins driving his shoulder into Jax's stomach.
He does it again, and again, and again,
by the time Haley gets into the ring.
Orion notices his brother,
and tosses Jax by his bleached-blonde hair to the center of the ring.
Orion shouts something to Mark Haley,
and he shouts right back at Orion.

HP: "How's that for proof of a conspiracy? They're in the ring,
CONSPIRING!"

RM: "Sorry, Hollywood, but I'm not nearly as paranoid as you or Jax!
I'll wait until this so-called conspiracy actually produces something."

Haley now seizes on the downed champion,
and sets him back up to a standing position.
He draws a chop across Jax's chest,
eliciting the normal chorus of "WHOO"s from the audience.
He continues, each time drawing a similar "WHOO" reaction,
until he has him against the ropes.
Haley pushes him for more leverage,
then Irish whips him to the other side.
Haley drops his chest to the mat,
forcing Jax to leap over and bounce off the other ropes.
Mark Haley is back up quickly,
and his joined by Orion--both drop their heads for a double back drop.
Jax runs towards them both, and leaps over,
grabbing each by the inside leg,
trying to pull them over in a double pin!
Both men try to stand, despite Jax gripping their legs,
but manage to plant their weight on the outside legs,
that Jax is not pulling on.
They both reach up with their inside arms,
and punch Jax right in the forehead!
Jax releases both of their legs,
and a shudder goes through his body down to his legs.

HP: "Now what, Manning?!?"

RM: "I am... I suppose, I think you're right Hollywood, it really does
look like Orion and Mark Haley are working together in this match!"

HP: "Yeah, and now I've got that admission on tape! You heard it here,
DCWL--Hollywood Panzerotti is always right!"

RM: "That's NOT what I said."

Orion motions to the corner,
where both he and Mark Haley drag Jax towards.
Orion sets up Jax in a standing head scissors,
and Haley sets himself up on the second rope.
Orion lifts Jax into a piledriver position,
and Mark Haley jumps and presses down!

RM: "OOH, spiked piledriver! Jax has got to be feeling that one!"

Haley goes for the pinfall:

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Jax kicks out!

Haley is now on his knees, looking frustrated.
Haley throws a sleeper hold around Jax's neck,
and Orion gets down to punch at Hunter's stomach.
Jackson is weak, and looks like he just might tap out--
but he kicks at Orion's exposed stomach, doubling him over,
and forces his way back up with his legs.
He drops back down to the mat with a modified Diamond Cutter on Haley.
Jax is just about to rise back up, when he is speared by Orion!

RM: "Looks like Jax just can't get a break!"

HP: "My opinion of Orion is rapidly dropping! How could he team up with
Mark Haley? Of all the other people in the world, his miserable
brother?!? BAH!"

Orion gets up off of Jax,
only to drag him back into the corner again.
Haley begins to get back up,
as Orion starts laying into Jax again,
by repeatedly driving a knee into his stomach.
Jax is pretty beat, when Orion lets him slump out of the corner.
Haley comes over, and drags him out into the center of the ring.
He goes to cover Jax, but Orion pulls him off!

RM: "Hello? What's all this, then?"

HP: "Ugh, don't ever say that again."

Haley and Orion share some rather loud words with one another,
before Orion picks up Jax in a standing headscissors,
and lifts him up into a back breaker position-

RM: "Uh-oh! Looks like he's about to-"

-and drops Jax down in a powerbomb!
The ring shakes with the impact,
as Mark Haley has to hold on to the ropes to keep his footing.
Jax is down, and looks like he's in a lot of pain!

RM: "THE BLACK HOLE! Orion hits the Black Hole on Jax! He's going for
the pin!"

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Jax feebly kicks--

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THREE!!!

-but doesn't get his shoulders off the mat.
The referee signals the pinfall.

PA: "Ladies and Gentlemen, Orion has THREE POINTS!!"

The crowd offers a mixed bag reaction.
Orion gets up, and gets out of the way,
and now Mark Haley goes to pin Jax!

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Kickout!

HP: "Bad enough they're trying to rack up the points on Jax, but now
they're trying to get two pinfalls in a row? No way Jax is having
that!"

Haley shakes his head in disappointment with Hunter kicking out,
as Orion smiles.
Orion leans back into the turnbuckle,
watching his brother apply a full nelson to Jax.

RM: "It looks like Mark Haley is going for the Total Eclipse
submission!"

Jax realizes this fact as well, as he fights the hold,
but Mark soon has the legs isolated,
and the arms cinched in the full nelson.
Jax is in the center of the ring and has nowhere to go!
The fans in the arena are suddenly on their feet,
cheering for Mark Haley!
The die-hard Jax fans in the front rows are crying,
for Jax to get out of the hold, somehow,
but he doesn't look like he's going to be able to do it!
Jax's face drips with sweat and desperation,
but he still refuses to tap out or say "I quit!"
Orion drops down and gets to eye level with Jackson Hunter,
before slapping him a bit for good measure.
Jackson just grits his teeth and refuses to acknowledge the pain,
but now Mark Haley cinches the hold in even tighter!

HP: "Come on, Jackson! I won't stand for a Haley as a champion! Or, at
least, I won't after tonight! You're dead to me, Orion!"

The cameras move in close,
so that you can see Jax up close,
and can even hear what's being said in the ring.
Jax is actually lowering his arm to tap out,
but now Haley refuses to let him do that!
Mark Haley be heard, yelling at Jax, "Say it! Say that you quit!",
while Jax curses back at him.

RM: "I apologize if any underage viewers heard Jax's comments just
now."

HP: "Pay-per-view, Manning! If they didn't want to hear it, their
parents should have activated their V-chips! Assuming that the little
bastards have parents, that is!"

Haley keeps demanding that Jax quit,
and Orion slaps him across the face again.
Jax is trying to turn all his weight to one side, however--
but Haley manages to pull him back to center.
Jax starts rocking his head back and forth out of frustration,
and lets out a primal scream!
Jax rocks back to the side, still trying to get out.
Haley is trying to keep him from moving,
and Orion standing there right in front of him isn't helping any.
Jax manages to squirm a little,
getting more onto his side than on his stomach.
Mark tries to stop him, now,
but is growing tired from using all his energy to keep the hold on.
Orion moves in to stop him,
but Jax gets at an angle that he can finally slap the mat!
Jax taps out to the Total Eclipse!

PA: "Ladies and Gentlemen, Mark Haley has FOUR POINTS!!"

RM: "A very minor victory for Jax, as he managed to submit, rather than
have to quit and remove himself from the match--not to mention give
Mark Haley five points instead of four."

The crowd cheers,
but Mark Haley refuses to release the hold on Jax.
The referee tells him that he has to let go,
but Mark refuses, still insisting that Jax quit.
Jax is still clinging to consciousness,
as Mark wants him to be able to say the words "I quit,"
but the referee is trying to get Haley to start over from square one.
The ref begins tugging on Haley's arm,
trying to get him to let go,
which actually hurts Jax even more.
Orion finally stands up to his full, impressive height,
and shoos the referee out of the way--
only to kick Mark Haley in the side of the head!

RM: "Looks like the conspiracy is falling apart, isn't it, Hollywood?"

HP: "Bah! I know exactly what happened! Orion sees Haley going for the
win--if he got Jax to quit, not only would Jax be out of the match
right then and there, but he'd have nine points! Orion only has three
points! I don't think Orion signed up for that!"

Mark Haley, with an incredulous look on his face,
stands up and looks at his brother.
Haley shoves him in the chest, only for Orion to shove him right back!
The tension in the arena builds,
as Mark Haley clenches his fist and hits his brother!
Orion hits Haley right back,
and now we've got Orion and Mark Haley trading punches,
in the middle of the ring!
Jax crawls, slowly, over to the corner,
for a chance to catch his breath,
and Orion begins to obtain the upper hand!

RM: "One way or another, Hollywood, it's for certain that these two,
whether they were working together by design or coincidence, are
DEFINITELY no longer working with one another now!"

Orion nails a few overhand blows against his brother,
then begins alternating punches with stiff kicks to the gut.
After one such kick, he applies a front face lock,
and takes Mark up into a hanging vertical suplex.
Jax, coughing and trying to catch his breath in the corner,
watches as Haley comes crashing down to the mat, holding his back.
Orion pays no attention to Jax,
as he looks over to his older brother,
and starts smashing his head against the mat.
The referee warns Orion against such things,
but he doesn't care, and keeps doing it.
The referee now warns him again,
that he'll be stripped of points if he doesn't stop,
and Orion gets right into the referee's face,
turning his back on Haley.
The referee and Orion continue to argue,
but not before Haley manages to get over to his knees.
He quickly gets an arm between Orion's legs,
and pulls him over in a schoolboy rollup!
The referee is slow to react,
but then drops to make the count:

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Orion kicks out!

Orion rolls back over and pushes off with his elbows,
landing right on his feet, while Haley simply gets his footing back,
and then rushes over to his brother.
He fakes going high, but then hits a knee into Orion's stomach.
Haley quickly snapmares him over, and locks in a dragon sleeper.
Orion starts to struggle once he's in the move,
and starts to push off with his legs.
Since Orion has such a strength advantage over Haley,
they both begin to rise,
though Orion is at an extremely awkward angle.
Haley is standing at his full height,
and Orion has his legs straight but is bent at his back.
He reaches up and grabs at his brother's head,
actually pulling on an ear to force Haley's head down,
parallel to Orion's torso.
Orion now wraps both of his arms around his brother's head,
locking them both into awkward positions.

HP: "What in the hell are these two doing, Manning?"

RM: "I'm not entirely sure, Manning! This must be a very strange
counter to the dragon sleeper hold that I don't think has ever been
seen before!"

With his brother's head still locked in his vice-grip,
Orion pushes off with one leg,
forcing himself to turn--and forcing Haley to go with him,
or have his back broken.
Now Orion is on top, and Haley is tangled up in him.
Mark begins to release his own hold,
as Orion walks back a few steps and drops all his weight!
The impact shakes the ring,
as Mark Haley's head was just smashed,
between the ring and Orion's chest!

RM: "Ooh, what an impact! Mark Haley is bound to be reeling after that
move!"

HP: "And look at Jax, wisely staying out of this. Let them beat the
hell out of each other, then you can come in and clean up the mess they
leave afterwards!"

Just as Hollywood says,
Jax is still sitting in the corner,
watching the Haley brothers beat on each other,
while he recovers in the corner.
Orion is back up, his back to Jax,
and he picks up his older brother,
and tosses him up into the far corner.
He hits a few jabs to loosen up Mark,
before he Irish whips him into the other corner--where Jax is.
Mark adjusts, but can't stop his momentum.
Jax tries to cover himself, but doesn't react fast enough,
and Haley's hip smashes into his face!
Orion comes rushing in,
and lands a body splash against Haley,
hitting his hip against Jax once more.

RM: "Jackson Hunter, whether he wanted to or not, just got himself back
into this match!"

HP: "Dammit, Jax, if he's gonna stick that thing in your face, you
should bite him!"

Orion flips Haley out of the ring,
and he lands awkwardly on his back.
Jax realizes that the corner might not be the best place for him,
so he rolls to the outside of the ring to catch his breath.
The referee watches him, and begins his ten count,
as Orion begins picking up Mark Haley.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
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Orion picks his brother up and slaps on another front face lock,
and hefts for another suplex--
but Haley tangles his legs up in Orion's,
and blocks the attempt.
Mark is quickly out of the face lock,
and smacks Orion down to the mat with an arm breaker.

FOUR!
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FIVE!
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Haley tries to adjust the arm breaker into a full nelson,
but Orion realizes exactly where he's going,
and scrambles to get out of the hold.
Mark hangs on to his arm, however,
managing to get a half nelson applied.
As Orion stands up, Mark goes right up with him,
maintaining the half nelson.

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SIX!
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SEVEN!
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EIGHT!
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Orion has Haley's free hand in his grip,
and is struggling to fight out of the half-nelson.
Mark wraps a leg around Orion's, and pushes off with the other,
forcing Orion to the mat face first!
Mark manages to get his hand away from Orion,
and forces the full nelson!
Mark now just has to force Orion's large arms up,
and Orion will be trapped in the hold!

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NINE!
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Jax points at the ring,
causing the referee to look back at the Haley brothers in the ring.
The referee sees that Jax is now walking towards the ring,
and abandons his ten count to see if Orion is about to submit!
Jax is up on the ring apron,
calmly walking over to observe.
Because of Orion's size,
Haley is having a difficult time maintaining the full nelson,
but Orion still seems to be in considerable trouble.
Jax non-chalantly walks over,
and Haley almost panics and releases the hold--
until Jax slaps Orion right across the face.

RM: "I guess Orion doesn't think it's as funny when it's happening to
him, does he?!?"

HP: "Aw, gross! Now JAX is helping Mark Haley?"

RM: "I think it looks more that Jax is trying to put a stop to Orion!"

Mark, realizing that Jax is not a threat to him (right now),
tries to cinch the hold even tighter.
The cameras move in tight again,
and once again we can see up close,
and hear what the wrestlers are saying.

JAX: "Give up, Ashlee! Give up, you son of a bitch!"

RM: "Once again, I apologize for Jackson Hunter's language."

HP: "Shut up, Manning! Don't you dare apologize for Jax telling it like
it is!"

Mark Haley is having trouble maintaining the hold.
Jax slaps Orion across the face again, infuriating him even further!
Orion bucks wildly, almost tossing Haley clear off.
Jax responds by kicking Orion in the neck.
Haley manages to reestablish the hold,
and Jax slaps Orion again!
Orion is trapped in the hold!

RM: "This is what we already saw, but with roles reversed between Orion
and Jax! Now Orion is the one in the prone position, with Jax looking
smug over him!"

HP: "Serves Orion right for working with Mark Haley!"

Orion is struggling against his brother's hold,
but Haley locks his grip and isn't letting go!
Orion starts rolling back and forth,
trying to get leverage against Haley,
but Jax plants his foot on the back of Orion's head,
forcing him to eat the canvas.
Orion is completely trapped--and he moves to tap out!

RM: "Orion is about to tap out! That'll put Haley at eight points!"

HP: "Dammit! Jax, steal the move! Get the points for yourself!"

Jax snatches up Orion's long arms,
and prevents him from tapping out.
He locks up both of Orion's forearms in a circle in front of him--
now, Orion's arms are fully extended behind his back,
between the full nelson of the Total Eclipse,
and the armlock Jax is adding on. Orion can't move!

MH: "Give up, Darien!"

JAX: "Say it Ashlee! Say that you quit!"

O: "GGRRAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

RM: "Orion is trapped, and Jax is doing a hell of a job from letting
him tap out!"

HP: "Rich, you just swore! You owe our audience an apology!"

RM: "Shut up, Hollywood!"

Orion keeps struggling,
but Jax kicks at him and strikes him in the jaw.
Orion has a trickle of blood run down his mouth,
and his free leg kicks at the mat.
Orion has no other choice--

O: "FUCK! I QUIT!"

PA: "Ladies and Gentlemen, Mark Haley has NINE POINTS! Orion has been
ELIMINATED from the King of Endurance match!"

The crowd cheers loudly for Mark Haley,
but it turns to boos as soon as Hunter releases his grip on Orion,
and tackles Mark Haley off of Orion!
Orion stands up,
and the referee is quick to try to get him out of the ring.
Orion is having none of it,
shoving the referee out of the way and jumping all over Jax!

RM: "Orion refusing to play by the rules!"

HP: "He should be attacking his brother! Haley is only one point away
from stealing the title away from Jax!"

DCWL security guards come running out from the backstage area,
while Orion alternates lefts and rights on Jax.
The champ tries to defend himself,
but Orion's landing heavy blows fueled by pure rage!
Security finally hits the ring,
and they begin pulling the struggling Orion away from the ring!
They manage to tumble him out of the ring,
while the referee keeps Mark Haley away,
while he inspects Jackson Hunter.
Orion is being dragged back up the ramp,
kicking and screaming the entire way,
as the ref decides that Jax is still capable of continuing the match.

RM: "I suppose docking Orion points would be moot, as he's already been
eliminated from this match, by declaring that he quits."

HP: "Ya can't blame him for being pissed off, Manning! But what I'm
pissed off about is the fact that Mark Haley got a full FIVE POINTS for
making Orion quit, when Jax was so freakin' vital to it! That referee
is biased!"

RM: "And what is he supposed to do, divide them up and distribute them
equally?"

HP: "Why the hell not? Now Jax has NO points, and Haley has NINE! Haley
only needs a single point to win that championship! Panzerotti is
cryin' freaking foul!"

Jax regains his footing,
as Orion is finally taken to the back,
and Mark Haley waits defensively,
for the referee to allow him back into the fight.
The referee finally moves out of the way,
and motions for both Mark Haley and Jackson Hunter to get it on!

RM: "And now it's down to two! Here's what so many people have been
waiting for!"

Jax and Haley begin circling one another,
neither one ready to show any signs of obvious offense.
They stop circling and meet in the center of the ring,
in a collar and elbow tie up.
Haley has a bit of a strength advantage,
but Jax is a bit fresher,
since he wasn't holding Orion down.
Jax manages to force Haley's arm up and ducks under,
getting into a rear waist lock with Mark.
Jax begins to lift, but has no luck,
as Haley quickly breaks Jax's grip around his waist,
and manages to slip behind him!
Before Mark can even do anything,
Jax reaches back and grasps at Mark's head and leaps forward--
Mark releases the grip,
and Jax winds up flopping on his rear with a botched 3/4 bulldog.
He's back up quickly, and we're right where we started!

HP: "Whole lotta nothin' so far. C'mon Hunter!"

RM: "Something tells me this is about to get a lot better, Hollywood."

Haley moves in on Jax,
and the duo begins to trade punches,
with neither man gaining a clear advantage.
Jax ends it with an eye rake,
following up with a kick to the stomach,
and a double ax handle to the back of the neck.
Haley is knocked down to one knee,
and Jax winds up for a big haymaker,
but Haley is quick enough to get a jab into the stomach.
Jax stops in mid swing,
and Haley goes into a sloppy arm drag, taking Jax to the mat.
Haley follows through and applies a sitting arm wrench.
Jax is on his side, struggling against the hold.

RM: "Haley is trying to stick to his A-game and wear down Jackson
Hunter."

HP: "That's boring! Why indulge in something as ridiculous as
submission wrestling here, tonight, in the main event of Cornerstone
Revolution?"

RM: "It's a way of damaging your opponent while you rest!"

HP: "BAH!"

While Rich and Hollywood bicker,
Jackson Hunter realizes his position in the ring,
and stretches his legs out to reach the bottom rope.
His top foot strikes against the rope,
and the referee orders Haley to release the hold.
Mark is reluctant, and hangs on through the referee's four count.
When Haley does release,
he brings up Jax and applies a side headlock.
Jax wraps his arms around Haley and lifts for a side suplex,
but is unable to move Haley,
who has his knees bent and his weight positioned low.
Jax manages to get some momentum,
and moves Haley back against the ropes,
then launches him into the opposite ropes.
Haley bounces off, and hits a shoulder block on Jackson,
knocking the champ down to the mat.
Haley bounces off the ropes on the other side,
but Jax keeps up and flattens in front of Haley.
Haley has to leap over Jax,
and then bounces off the opposite side.
Jax is back up, and Haley is running at him--

RM: "Double clothesline! Both men are down!"

Indeed, both Hunter and Haley have been knocked to the ground.
Jax raises an arm up, and tries to roll over onto Mark.
He, slowly, manages to do just that,
and the referee moves into position:

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Haley gets the shoulder up!

Jax is getting frustrated,
as both men slowly rise back to their feet.
Jax moves first, and draws a chop across Haley's chest--

CROWD: "WHOO!"

--before jabbing him in the throat.
Hunter grabs at Haley's neck and wrist,
and swings him down with a spinning neckbreaker.
Hunter follows up with a few well placed kicks,
to Mark's chest and abdomen,
and then drops an elbow right into Haley's sternum.
Jax picks up Haley and flings him into the corner--
Haley reverses, throwing Jax instead--
Jax reverses it right back,
drawing Haley in and hitting an elbow smash!
Haley lands down on the mat,
and now Hunter begins driving his knees into Haley's knee.
Jax rises up to the second rope,
and executes a Bret Hart-style elbow smash,
then hooks Haley's leg!

ONE!

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TWO!!

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THREE!!

No! Haley kicks out!
The referee signals a two count.
Jax is beginning to show signs of frustration,
as he argues with the referee,
but resigns himself to only having gotten a two count.

RM: "Jax is coming dangerously close to getting on the board!"

HP: "The only thing DANGEROUS about this match is the possibility that,
if Mark Haley gets one more point, we've got a new champion! Come on,
Jackson! Get those points!"

Jax gets Haley up,
and irish whips him into the corner.
Mark makes like HBK and hits it by flipping upside down,
then tumbling out of the corner and to the mat.
Hunter is dissatisfied,
as he goes over and puts Haley into the corner himself.
He starts working him over with a few overhead punches,
then climbs to the second turnbuckle and begins punching.
The crowd counts along...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

The crowd actually counts TEN!,
even though Jax didn't punch a tenth time.
Instead, Jax looks out at the crowd with a sneer,
that they would count along with him.
The crowd responds by booing the champion--
but it turns to surprised cheers as Haley picks Jax up,
out of the corner, and drops him with an inverted atomic drop!
The crowd begins to get behind Mark Haley,
who gets a second wind,
tossing his arms up and getting the crowd going!

RM: "The crowd is electric as Mark Haley begins to show some offense
against Jackson Hunter!"

HP: "That's because this crowd is deserving of being electrocuted!
Blasted idiots don't realize that Jax could lose the title!"

RM: "I think that's the exact reason they're cheering, Hollywood!"

Jax starts to get up,
with Haley standing in waiting behind him.
The champ turns to see Haley rushing at him,
and is decked with a sudden clothesline!
Jax is back up again,
and is knocked right back down with another clothesline!
Jax comes back up, and Haley leaps at him with a spear!
Haley rolls over and covers with a lateral press!

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Jax kicks out!
Haley begins to lead Jax up, by his head,
and applies a front face lock.
He hooks Jax's leg,
and hefts the champion up and over in a fisherman's suplex!
He maintains the hook and applies a bridge!

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Jax kicks out!
Haley is now the one to be frustrated,
and begins to show it when he starts punching at Jax.
Jax is knocked back into the corner,
where Haley begins to position him on the top turnbuckle!
Haley climbs up to the third rope,
bringing Jax up in a face lock while doing it.
He looks to be going for a superplex.

RM: "Looks like we're about to see something big, here!"

As Haley finally plants his feet on the ropes to pull off the move,
he begins to lift and lean back--but Jax pushes off,
and Haley flies down to the center of the ring by himself!
He impacts with a sickening THUD,
as Jax simply hops down and puts himself back to the mat.

HP: "HAHAHA! Serves you right for trying to steal Jax's hard earned
championship!"

Jax, seeing that Haley is obviously hurting,
goes for the pin!
The referee counts:

ONE!

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TWO!!

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THREE!!

NO!

The referee once again signals the two count,
and Hunter slaps the mat in frustration!
Jax, now just plain angry, looks at the referee,
and slaps one hand against the other three times.
The referee shakes his head no,
and simply slaps his own hands together twice.
Jax looks infuriated,
but decides to cover up Haley again,
hooking the leg for good measure.

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Haley raises the shoulder!
Hunter, now on the verge of murderous rage,
just climbs on top of Haley,
and starts drilling him with repeated closed-fist punches!
Jax tires of this, then gets up quickly and hops out of the ring,
heading for the timekeeper's table!

RM: "Oh no..."

HP: "Here it comes, baby!"

Jax forces the seated time keeper up and out,
and quickly folds the chair up,
into the primary weapon of professional wrestling.
Jax re-enters the ring,
where Haley is turning over in an attempt to stand himself up.
Haley doesn't see Jax behind him,
lying in wait with a steel chair!
The crowd's tension grows, as Haley finally stands up and turns.

RM: "Look out!"

Jax swings as Haley turns,
but Haley manages to duck the swing and gets behind Jax,
and quickly slips on a full nelson!
The crowd cheers at the opening sight of the Total Eclipse!

RM: "HALEY IS GOING FOR THE TOTAL ECLIPSE! HALEY IS GOING FOR THE TOTAL
ECLIPSE! HE'LL HAVE THE MATCH FOR SURE!"

HP: "NO, JAX, NO!!! NOT LIKE THIS!!!"

Jax, realizing what's coming next,
begins pumping his feet to run!
Haley manages to keep up with him,
but Jax leaps through the ring ropes!
Jax goes through the second and third ropes,
and lands on his feet on the outside,
but Haley gets caught up,
and actually has his neck caught on the top rope!
Haley bounces back off the ropes and impacts against the canvas.
Jax, a little more on edge,
climbs over the ropes and reenters the ring.

RM: "Jackson Hunter using a very unique counter to the Total Eclipse to
escape!"

HP: "Jax, please! Don't scare me like that anymore!"

Jax picks up the chair he dropped a moment ago,
and tosses it over into the corner.
He picks Haley up,
and drops him right back down on the mat with a gutwrench slam.
Jax grabs the leg and sits down on Haley's chest!

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Shoulder up!
Jax curses very loudly, and picks Haley back up.
He irish whips Haley into the ropes, and Haley reverses,
sending Jax into the ropes!
Haley drops his head, but too early, and Jax--

RM: "BROKEN ARROW!!!"

HP: "YEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!"

Both men impact on the ring, as Haley's head
was exposed to the Broken Arrow by dropping down!
Jax is quickly over to make the pin!

ONE!

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TWO!!

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THREE!!!

PA: "Ladies and Gentlemen, Jackson Hunter has THREE POINTS!"

HP: "Seven more to go, baby!"

RM: "Jackson Hunter has to be happy with himself, finally scoring
points in the match that he designed."

HP: "Can't you ever just say something without being so damned
condescending about it, Rich?"

Jax is up quickly,
and tosses Haley into the nearest corner.
Rather than even touch him,
Jax sets his eyes on the chair.

RM: "This can't be good."

HP: "Jax, you're supposed to be adding points! ADDING points!!"

Jax grabs the chair, then goes over to evaluate Haley.
He takes a look at him, groggy and exhausted,
and then lifts the chair over his head--
Haley kicks in desperation, stopping Jax in mid-swing!
Haley kicks again, and Jax loses his grip from one hand.
Haley starts to move out of the corner,
sizing up Jax for a haymaker.
He swings, and Jax spins aside!
Jax quickly reloads, as Haley turns and--

*! THWACK !*

--gets his face imprinted into the cold, unforgiving steel!
Immediately the referee signals a disqualification.

PA: "Ladies and Gentlemen, Jackson Hunter has been disqualified, and as
a result will have two points DEDUCTED from his score. Mark Haley
leads this match by a score of NINE points to Jackson Hunter's ONE
point!"

RM: "Jax just lost two of his hard earned points!"

HP: "What are you doing?!?"

Jax drops the chair and pins Haley,
for which the referee reluctantly drops to count:

ONE!

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TWO!!

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THREE!!!

PA: "Ladies and Gentlemen, Jackson Hunter has scored a pinfall, adding
THREE points to his score. Haley continues to lead with NINE points,
with Hunter now at FOUR points!"

HP: "HA! What did I tell ya, Rich?!? COBRA KAI!"

That quickly, Jackson Hunter is getting Mark Haley back up to his feet.

Jax also picks up the chair again in the process,
and uses one hand the irish whip Haley into the ropes.
Haley returns, and ducks a forward swing by the champion,
running to the other ropes!
Haley bounds into the air, looking for a flying elbow,
and Jax swings the chair at him anyway!

*! THWACK !*

!! CRASH !!

Jax swings the chair sideways, like a baseball bat!
Haley's arm provides some protection,
but Haley winds up getting creamed in mid air,
and then crashing into Jax!
Both men are knocked down,
with Mark Haley in a lot of pain, and completely dazed.
The referee signals another disqualification to the timekeeper.

PA: "Ladies and Gentlemen, Jackson Hunter has been disqualified again,
resulting in another two point deduction. Haley still has NINE points,
and Hunter is down to TWO points!"

RM: "Jackson Hunter is going up and down in the points!"

HP: "Much like ol' Panzerotti goes in-"

RM: "DON'T finish that sentence!"

Jax rolls over,
and crawls to put an arm over Mark Haley.
The referee shakes his head at these antics,
but still drops into position to count:

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Haley kicks out--
THREE!!!

--a moment too late!
The referee makes yet another guesture to the timekeeper.

PA: "Ladies and gentlemen, Jackson Hunter has scored a pinfall, adding
three points to his total. Again, Mark Haley leads the scoring with
NINE points, to Jackson Hunter's FIVE points!"

Jax extends his arms outward,
one hand still holding the steel chair,
his typical sneer covering his face.
The crowd boos as loudly as they possibly can.
The referee now begins to snatch the chair away from Jax,
but Jax hangs on to it,
fighting with the referee over the chair!

HP: "Hey, you can't do that! Everything Jax has done is perfectly
within the rules!"

RM: "You're technically correct, Hollywood, but I still don't think
that makes it right!"

HP: "Bah! You sound just like my attorney!"

Mark Haley begins to get back up,
as the referee and Jax continue their fight over the steel chair!
The referee finally gets the chair,
and admonishes Jax by pointing a finger in his face and barking orders.

Jax makes another play for the chair,
but is caught by a school boy roll up from behind!
The referee is down to make the count:

ONE!

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TWO!!

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THREE!!

NO, SHOULDER UP!!!

The crowd releases a collective "awww",
as Jax gets his shoulders off the mat and rolls out of the roll up.
Both men are back up, and begin circling one another again.

RM: "Mark Haley just had a very near fall that could have won him the
DCWL Grand Championship!"

HP: "And thank goodness that didn't happen!"

RM: "Mark Haley is a single point away from winning the championship,
and Jackson Hunter needs five points to retain. If Jax gets Haley to
quit, he could win right out, but Mark Haley can either pin or force a
submission. Advantage Mark Haley!"

Jax sneers across the ring at Haley,
who matches his sneer with an intense stare.
The two lock up in the middle of the ring,
but neither man gains the advantage.
Jax pushes off, and Haley rebounds, and they lock up again.
Jackson forces Haley into a headlock,
but Haley bounds against the ropes,
and whips Jax into the opposite ropes.
Jax comes off quickly, and Haley nails a big powerslam!

RM: "Mark Haley breaking out of his normal repertoire for this match!"

HP: "He has to, Manning! I mean, this already been, what, three or four
individual matches to begin with, right? Both of these guys have to be
exhausted, and I can only think that they'll be doing whatever moves
they can pull off to get more points!"

Haley goes for an armbar,
but Jax has his foot on the ropes already,
so Mark knows not to proceed.
Instead, Haley pulls Jax up by the hair, and applies a wrist lock.
He spins Jax's arm, and begins to wrench on it.
Ever the wrestling staple,
Jax now reverses by taking Haley's wrist and wrenching his arm.
Haley reverses right back,
but spins the wrist violently enough to flip Jax down to the mat.
With Jax now in the center of the ring,
and his wrist already in Haley's hand,
Mark decides to apply that armbar!
Jax rolls inward, trying to avoid it,
but Haley leans back and the hold is on!
Jax starts kicking his legs,
looking for the ropes, but he's too far away!

RM: "If Jax taps out here, Haley's won the title! Haley could win it
all right here!"

HP: "Never! I'll never acknowledge Mark Haley as the Grand Champion!"

Jax is scrambling to find a way out of the hold,
but nothing is readily available to the champion.
He starts to claw his way to the ropes,
leaving deep fingerprint impressions on the mat while doing so.
He's making progress, little by little,
as the referee continues asking if Jax wants to submit.
Jax responds by spitting at him and soldiering onward.
Haley tries to stop his progress by smashing his leg into Jax's face.
Jax doesn't visibly react to this,
but keeps crawling his way over to the ring ropes.
Just before he's about to make contact,
Haley decides to release the hold.

RM: "Mark Haley releasing that armbar submission before the referee
forces him to!"

HP: "Bah, this referee is an incompetent anyway!"

Haley is up and kicking at Jax,
who is trying to use the ring ropes to stand himself back up.
As Jax stands,
Haley switches his technique to overhead punching and smashing.
With Jax up, this quickly degenerates into little more than a brawl,
with both men swinging wildly at the other!
Haley begins to press his advantage,
and stops the battle with a kick to the stomach.
Haley gets a decent grip on Jax,
and lifts him up into a vertical suplex,
before dropping him down into a brainbuster!

RM: "I think Haley is beginning to taste the Championship! He knows how
close he is!"

HP: "He's been this close since Orion left the match! Spare me your
melodrama, Manning!"

Haley rolls over onto Jax,
covering him with a lateral press:

ONE!

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TWO!!

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THREE!!

FOOT ON THE ROPES, NO PIN!!! NO PIN!!!

HP: "HA! Haley would make a crummy champ in the first place if he can't
even keep an eye on where the ring ropes are!"

RM: "I hardly think his ability to spot the ring ropes would speak for
his place as a champion in the DCWL. Besides, he's been in the ring now
for quite some time, I imagine that he's probably very tired!"

HP: "And Jax isn't?!?"

Both men begin to stand up,
with Jax pushed against the ropes, and irish whipped into the far side.

Haley leaps with a standing dropkick,
hitting Hunter in he chest.
Jax actually tumbles back into the ropes,
and falls over the top, out of the ring.
Haley is back up and sees Jax on the floor.

RM: "Nothing good ever happens on the outside of the ring!"

HP: "I think you must not have been paying attention through the years
and years of PLUNDAH!"

The referee begins his ten count,
as Haley waits for Jax to stand back up.
Jax is up to his feet,
but hasn't lifted his head yet.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Jax lifts his head up, and Haley runs in with a baseball slide!

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THREE!

Jax dodges,
but grabs Haley by the legs and pulls him out of the ring!
Haley lands on his feet,
and the two begin brawling again!

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FOUR!
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Jax lands an eye poke, causing Haley to halt.
Jax seizes on this,
by trying to smash his head into the barricade between the fans,
but Haley stops his momentum--

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FIVE!
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--and elbows Jax in the ribs,
forcing his head into the barricade instead!
Jax is rocked, but Haley doesn't let up on him,
throwing a few lazy punches at him on the outside.
Jax is walking aimlessly on the outside, Haley following him.

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SIX!
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Haley turns the corner of the ring,
and reaches out for Jax's head,
but Jax slaps Haley's arm away.
Now Jax grabs Haley by the head,
and drives it right into the ringpost!

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SEVEN!
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Haley shakes out the cobwebs,
as Jax begins to whip him into the ring steps!
Haley counters, but plants his feet,
and hits a nasty clothesline that knocks Jax around!
Jax lands on his stomach.

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EIGHT!
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Haley hears the referee, and hops up onto the ring apron,
closest to the entranceway.
He leans down to get between the top and middle ropes,
but Jax grabs at his ankle!

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NINE!
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Jax pulls as hard as he can,
pulling Haley from the ring apron!
Because of the angle that Hunter is pulling from,
Haley falls very awkwardly,
and hits his head on the ring apron.
Hunter quickly slides under the bottom ring rope,
as the referee shouts "TEN!",
and signals to the timekeeper.

PA: "Ladies and Gentlemen, Mark Haley has been counted out, resulting
in a deduction of one point. Haley still leads the match with EIGHT
points, while Jackson Hunter trails with FIVE points!"

HP: "That's what I like to hear, Haley moving down in the world!"

Haley groggily reacts to hearing that he has lost a point,
and looks up to see a very smug Grand Champion in the ring.
The referee, since the match is reset, starts his count over.

ONE!
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Jax backs off, inviting Haley back into the ring.
Haley moves over to the ring, and climbs up again.
Jax, naturally, decides this is the moment to pounce,
and moves in while Haley gets up on the apron.
Mark was anticipating this, however,
as he quickly grabs Jackson's skull,
and jumps off the apron down to the floor.

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TWO!
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RM: "Guillotine rope choke from Mark Haley!"

HP: "He must be pissed off about losing a point!"

Haley, seeing Jax clutching at his throat,
finds it safe to now slide into the ring underneath the bottom rope.
The referee stops his count,
as Haley leans down to pick up Hunter.
Jax is back down that quickly, however,
as Haley lands a quick DDT!
Jax headplants, holding there for a moment,
before actually falling back down on his stomach.

HP: "Still think that Haley can taste that Championship, Manning?"

RM: "I think he's beginning to get frustrated with this match, but I
have no doubts that Mark Haley is still dead set on winning the title
tonight!"

HP: "You can just keep on dreaming, Rich! No way Jackson will ever let
Mark Haley be the King of Endurance!"

Haley gets Jax back up, and tosses him into the corner.
Haley begins to charge in,
but Jax raises the leg and kicks Mark in the face.
Jax now runs out himself,
and as soon as Mark turns to face him,
he's hit with a forearm smash.
Mark doesn't fall, however,
and Jax moves in to apply a front face lock,
but Haley quickly drops down into a small package pin!

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Jax turns it over, pinning Haley!

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Haley goes to kick out,
but Hunter grabs a big handful of tights,
keeping his shoulders down!

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THREE!!!

PA: "Ladies and Gentlemen, Jackson Hunter has scored a pinfall, adding
three points to his total. The match is now tied, at EIGHT POINTS
apiece!"

HP: "EIGHT ALL!"

RM: "My goodness! This is IT, folks! It all comes down to one final
fall. Whoever scores the next submission or pinfall is going to be our
winner, and the DCWL Grand Champion!"

HP: "That's right, Jax, it's time to take it one step more than Haley
can! You're the king!"

Both men roll out of hold and are now neutral,
standing apart from one another in defensive positions.
Haley, frustrated and tired, is starting to get pissed off.
The referee once more orders both men to get it on,
waving them at each other,
but neither one of them moves.
Both of them are simply standing there, staring at one another.
Both men are feeling the length of the match,
the toll on their bodies, the pressure.
Both men are feeling the animosity of the other man.

RM: "I think that Mark Haley and Jackson Hunter both know it."

HP: "'It,' Rich?"

RM: "Whoever scores next takes it all. All the pride, all the respect,
the title of King of Endurance and the Grand Championship! It's all on
the line! Right here and right now, these two are going to settle it
all!"

Both men begin moving in on one another,
both cautious and defensive.
Haley sloppily moves in for a collar and elbow tie up,
but then knees Jax in the stomach!
He flips him over with a snapmare,
and moves to apply a chinlock!
Jax is quick to kick him in the head,
before he's able to get the hold on, however,
knocking Haley back down.
Haley is temporarily stunned, but not hurt,
as Jax stands back up.
Haley bursts forward to clip the knee,
and Jax tumbles down!
Haley turns, seeing Jax clutching at his knee, and grabs his legs.
He begins to apply a figure four leglock!

RM: "If Haley gets the figure four applied, that could be the end of
it!"

HP: "Come on, Manning! When's the last time we saw a match end on a
freaking figure four leglock?!"

Jax is struggling to prevent Haley from completing the hold,
fighting to regain control of his legs.
Haley is succeeding, however, and manages to turn.
That's when Jax regains control of his other leg,
and places it firmly on Mark's backside,
rocketing him off!
Haley flies off, and winds up being caught by the ropes.
Jax is up in a flash, and runs at Haley--
who ducks down, pulling the top rope down with him!
Jax flips out of the ring!

ONE!
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Jax starts to stand up, slowly.

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TWO!
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Jax is almost there,
holding himself up with his hands on his knees.

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THREE!
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Jax finally stands back up,
to see Haley leap with a standing plancha!

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FOUR!
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Haley impacts into Jax--
but Jax, his back against the barricade,
actually manages to catch Haley in mid-flight!
Haley swings, but Jax wraps his arms around him to isolate him,
and has him locked up in an inverted piledriver position!

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FIVE!
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Haley, still struggling against Jax,
is stuck in place with his head upside down.
Jax leans forward and piledrives Haley into the floor!

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SIX!
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Haley falls to the floor, and Jax begins to stand back up.
Jax picks up Haley by his black hair,
and begins dragging him up and over into the ring.

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SEVEN!
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Jax pushes Haley back into the ring.

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EIGHT!
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Jax climbs back into the ring himself.
He pushes Haley further into the ring,
and goes for a lateral press.
The referee doesn't notice,
when Jax again puts his feet up on the ring ropes for extra leverage,
as he drops to make the count:

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Shoulder up!
Jax falls awkwardly, with Haley turning over.
Both men are down,
and Haley rolls over to push himself up to all fours.
Jax starts standing up as well, and both men start up.
They begin trading punches, both swinging half-heartedly,
as they're both exhausted.
Haley swings, and hits Jax in the chest.
Jax swings, but misses, and goes past Haley!
Haley pushes him into the corner,
and Jax plants into it chest first!
Haley signals to the audience, and gets a cheer!

HP: "GAH!"

RM: "It looks like Mark Haley is going for it all, right now!"

Haley sets Jax, facing out to the audience,
on the top of the turnbuckle.
Haley follows up after him,
climbing up and standing on the top rope.
He pulls the champion up with him, and applies a full nelson.
The crowd begins to cheer!

HP: "I don't like the looks of this!!"

RM: "He's going for the Total Eclipse Superplex! That'll be all of it!"

HP: "Don't jinx us, Manning!"

Haley has the hold,
and pulls back hard.
Both men fall down, and the impact is DEVASTATING!
Camera flickers go through the audience,
as Jax and Mark Haley crash into the ground,
bouncing off the canvas.
Haley hangs on to the hold.
Jax is on his shoulders and
looks completely out of it,
with his legs flipped up and over his head.
Haley bridges, though he appears to be hurting himself,
and sets up the pinfall!

ONE!

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HP: "Haley's shoulders are down!"

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RM: "So are Jackson Hunter's!"

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TWO!!

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HP: "Who is he counting?!?"

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Jax moves--

THREE!!!

**DING DING DING**

(Haley releases Jax, but the referee doesn't go to raise anyone's hand.
Instead, the referee goes to the timekeeper's table and talks with the
people there. Both challenger and champion remain on the canvas,
utterly exhausted and motionless, while the referee retrieves the Grand
Championship belt, and heads back for the ring.)

RM: "Folks, we're still a little unclear on what the official decision
is for this all-important match."

HP: "Jax retained! JAX RETAINED!"

RM: "Hollywood, please! The match is over, but we're not sure who the
referee made the final pin against!"

(The referee stands between Jax and Haley, who are stirring on the
canvas, but still very much out of it. The official holds the Grand
Championship belt in both hands, and raises the title belt up into the
air.)

PA: "Ladies and gentlemen, with a final score of ELEVEN POINTS..."

HP: "WHO?"

PA: "... he is the KING OF ENDURANCE ..."

HP: "WHO?!?"

PA: "... and the NEEEEEEEEEEEW DCWL GRAND CHAMPION ..."

HP: "NNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

PA: "... MMMAAAAAAARRRRRRKKK HAAAAAAAAAAALLLEEEEEEEYYYYY!!!"

(The crowd bursts in a chorus of resounding cheers, as the referee
hands the title belt to Mark Haley, as "What If" by Creed begins to
blast overhead! Haley stares at it for a moment, just looking down at
the gold plating and words of "DCWL GRAND CHAMPION." Jackson Hunter is
livid, arguing with the referee, claiming that his shoulder moved, but
the referee is unconvinced.)

RM: "Mark Haley is the NEW DCWL Champion! Mark Haley has defeated
Jackson Hunter and has become the newest man to hold the title of Grand
Champion! And now here comes Evelynn to celebrate with her fiancee!"

(EVELYNN comes running out from the back and slides into the ring to
celebrate. She wraps her arms around Mark Haley, and he hugs her back,
pressing the belt between them, and still in complete shock that he's
finally won the title. Jax continues spitting venom at the referee,
furious that he's lost his title!)

RM: "This is absolutely incredible! Mark Haley has won the title from
Jackson Hunter, and he can't even believe it himself! Hollywood
Panzerotti is completely speechless, and Jackson Hunter, on the other
hand, can't stop arguing with the referee!"

(Evelynn lets go of Mark Haley, who looks back down at the title belt.
Evelynn takes him by the shoulder, trying to break him out of his
reverie, and tell him that he has, in fact, won the DCWL title! This
realization finally hits Haley, as his eyes become as big as saucers
and his grip tightens on the title belt! Jax has abandoned his appeal
to the referee, and is simply standing in the ring, behind Haley, with
his hands on his hips in an indignant pose, his face showing the anger
and the frustration and the bitterness. In other words, Jax has his
standard sneer on his face.)

RM: "Hollywood Panzerotti continues to be speechless here, as he is
apparently incapable of uttering words at the prospect of Mark Haley
being the DCWL Grand Champion! The former Champion has finally given
up arguing, apparently willing to accept this loss. Though I don't
believe that he's pleased with this turn of events at all!"

(As it finally completely dawns on Mark Haley, that he has actually
won, he drops to his knees, and slowly raises the title belt up over
his head. The fans all begin to cheer for him all over again, and
Evelynn claps her hands. Mark lets out a scream, so pleased with
himself, that he's finally won the Grand Championship! He quickly
stands up, and he and Evelynn begin to wrap the belt around his waist.)

RM: "You just can't take anything away from either Jackson Hunter or
Mark Haley, or even Orion, because this was easily the most intense
match we've seen in quite some time! All of these men will be able to
say in the future, 'I was in the King of Endurance match'."

(Mark Haley looks up at himself on the Jumbotron, with the title belt
on. He's all smiles, but looking very proud, not smug. Evelynn kisses
him on the cheek, and then Haley notices Jax standing in the background
of the shot--Haley turns to face him.)

RM: "Mark Haley is probably looking to collect on Jax's promise of a
handshake! Hunter is going to have to swallow his pride here and live
up to his end of the bargain."

(Mark Haley looks at Jackson Hunter. Hunter swallows hard, knowing
what's about to come. The audience quiets down, waiting for what's
about to come as well. Haley, still looking far more proud than smug,
extends his hand. Jax stares down at it, looking at it, thinking it
over. He takes a deep breath, and puts his arm out--)

"DON'T DO IT!"

(Jax, Haley, and Evelynn all look around, as the air of quiet
excitement is replaced with a general confusion. Out from the
backstage, LOGAN McKENZIE walks out from the backstage curtain. He
brings with him another referee and, perhaps regrettably, has a
microphone with him. Logan is dressed in dark blue jeans and an
obviously dated "Elite Players Club" tee shirt. Most notable is the
cast on his right forearm.)

LOGAN McKENZIE (LM): "Sorry to interrupt this handshake moment, but I
have a few things to say. You'll both have to indulge me for a moment,
since I have a microphone and, well, none of you do!"

(Logan begins to march to the ring, actually forcing the referee in
front of him to walk by a few "prodding" shoves. They both enter the
ring by the ring steps, and then the referee climbs through the ropes.
Logan shouts at him, and the referee sits on the second rope, holding
it for Logan.)

RM: "I'm a bit confused here, folks. Logan McKenzie has just
interrupted this situation between Jackson Hunter and the new DCWL
Grand Champion, Mark Haley."

(Logan gets set in the ring, then takes an short look at everyone else
in the ring. He locks eyes with Mark Haley. Then he and Jax glare at
one another. Then Logan looks for a brief moment at Evelynn, before
turning away.)

LM: "I'd like to congratulate you, Mark, for finally getting your hands
on that Grand Championship. You know, I didn't think that you would
ever get your hands on it, not the way you are. You've proven me wrong
in that respect, Mark."

(A smile comes across Haley's lips.)

LM: "But here's the thing Mark. You did, in fact, get your hands on the
title. That is true. You're holding it right now. And I have to admit,
it does look pretty good on you. But you know what, Mark, even though
you've got it, I don't think you've earned it."

(Mark frowns. He motions to the belt around his waist and makes his
case, but Logan rolls his eyes.)

LM: "Spare me, Haley. You're not going to convince me. Especially not
in the light of the overwhelming video evidence."

(Logan motions to the video screen.)

LM: "Oh, I should mention--The DCWL has, IN NO WAY initiated a
video-replay system. But since the title match was signed under MY
authority, not under the authority of Interim Commissioner JT Damon,
I'm the one who gets to make these decisions. Now, having said that,
let's go to the video feed!"

(Video begins to queue up on the Jumbotron, of the match we just
witnessed. It's from a completely different angle than we previously
saw. Haley has just landed his Total Eclipse Superplex, and is now
holding on to make the pin. From this angle, which the referee during
the match did not see, Mark Haley's shoulders are clearly touching the
mat. Mark, looking at this, looks very disappointed. The video ends.)

LM: "You probably didn't even notice it, Mark, but that doesn't change
the fact that your shoulders were definitely on the mat. So, if I
remember how this match works out, that means that, at the end of this
match, Jackson Hunter had eleven points, too. But I'm afraid, Mark,
that the tale of the tape has an awful lot more to say about this than
you may have even realized. Roll part two!"

(Another video is up on the screen, this one showing yet another angle
of the match. Right after impact, Haley holds through and exposes Jax's
shoulders to the mat. You can't see Haley's shoulders from this point
of view. The referee strikes the mat once. Then he strikes it again.)

LM: "Ok, stop it right there! Now, slow it down, do a frame-by-frame."

(Just as Logan has requested, the video slows down a great deal. Little
by little, the image changes. The referee's hand begins to move down,
but then we see Jax's shoulder, away from the referee, rise up off the
mat. The referee's hand drops the third time.)

RM: "I... don't know what to say. It looks like Mark Haley's shoulders
were on the mat, and Jackson Hunter's shoulders weren't!"

(Back in the ring, Logan is standing, quite pleased with himself. Haley
is completely astonished, and Jax has his sneer back on his face. The
two referees are now conferring with one another.)

LM: "So, after viewing the evidence, it is plainly obvious that you,
Mark Haley, did NOT win the match, are NOT the King of Endurance, and,
above all, are NOT the DCWL Champion!"

(Haley is now protesting the fact that he's plainly wearing the belt,
and that makes him the champ. The referees go over to Haley, and begin
motioning towards the title belt around his waist. Haley is defensive,
not wanting to relinquish the title belt! Evelynn's hand comes across
her mouth, in total shock. The referees motion to the belt again, but
Haley is still reluctant.)

LM: "Mark, come on. Don't make us take it from you."

(Haley is visibly furious with Logan, but despite that he removes the
title belt and drops it at his feet. The referee takes the title belt
and hands it to Jackson Hunter! Jax slings the belt over his shoulder,
and the referee raises his hand!)

PA: "Ladies and Gentlemen ... the referee has overturned his prior
decision, and has declared that the winner of this match ... and STILL
the DCWL Grand Champion ... is JACKSON HUNTER."

HP: "YYEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!! JUSTICE!"

(The crowd begins to boo very loudly, louder than they've had reason to
boo all night!)

LM: "Congratulations, Jackson. You remain the DCWL Champion. As for
you, Mark Haley, well, you've lost another big time match. I'll bet
this sort of thing is getting really old for you, isn't it? Man, that's
really going to bring down the wedding, too. I mean, now Evelynn won't
be able to wear white, and she won't be marrying the best, like you
wanted her to do Mark. Hey, Evelynn, that reminds me, am I invited to
the wedding? I only ask because, if I am, I'll have to make sure to
wear an outfit that makes me look good, but not TOO good. I mean, you
must be getting sick of other people looking better than your fiancee.
Am I right? Especially in light of this latest, embarrassing
defea--OOFF!"

(Haley tackles Logan! Haley leaps right on top of him and starts
pounding him with repeated right hands! The referees are trying to pull
him off, but are having very little success, as Mark Haley continues to
blast Logan! Jackson Hunter is all smiles, or as much of a smile as we
can typically see from Jax, as he watches Haley pounding on McKenzie.
Jax decides that there's nothing that he can add to the situation, so
he leaves, proudly taking his DCWL Grand Championship title belt with
him. Evelynn is near tears, as Mark Haley keeps attacking Logan! The
referees finally manage to remove Haley from Logan, but Haley is
absolutely indignant.)

RM: "Ladies and Gentlemen, I have absolutely no words--"

HP: "But I do!"

RM: "Oh, you're speaking again?!?"

HP: "This is the best night of my whole life! Jax won in the DCWL's
biggest match! It's the best thing I've seen since he won the title in
the first place! Logan just made my people of the year list! And
Haley's beating the hell out of him, now! HAHA! Just look at all the
CARNAGE!!"

RM: "Ladies and Gentlemen, that's our show tonight! I hope you've
enjoyed DCWL's Cornerstone Revolution! Don't forget to catch the next
episode of Total Dementia!"

(Logan starts to stand up, and wipes the trickle of blood from his
mouth with the hand in the cast. The camera angle switches to show
Jackson Hunter, happliy enjoying the mess of Haley, McKenzie, and
Evelynn in the ring. The image begins fading to black, but not before
Haley leaps at Logan once more!)

DCWL Classic - Cornerstone Revolution II's Main Event

2010-03-18T19:18:00.001-06:00

Taking you back to September 18, 2004. Skye Ashner was the longest reigning DCWL Grand Champion to date, and future Grand Champion Jackson Hunter was making his first main event appearance in the DCWL. It was about respect. It was about sacrifice. It was about who could go to the best-of-three falls...

* Note the appearance of Kyle Hayden's alter ego partway through the match, already practicing his drunk impression.

(The camera fades in from black, to the DCWL logo in the center of the
screen. In the background, a jazz combo of drums/bass/flute begins to
play, and a voice speaks over the funky music.)

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and drop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials
Because the Revolution will not be televised.

(Gil Scott-Heron's voice continues to speak, as Jackson Hunter appears
on the screen, hitting the Broken Arrow on Dontre Nero and scoring the
pinfall to become Number One Contender. Immediately, the screen cuts
to Skye Ashner catching Naja Takemara in a fisherman buster to
successfully defend the DCWL Grand Championship at On Location.)

The Revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The Revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The Revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner,
because The Revolution will not be televised, Brother.

(The voice briefly cuts out, while the old-school jazz continues to
play in the background. The screen cuts to a shot of Skye Ashner
standing at the top of the entranceway with a mic in his hand, as he
addresses Jackson Hunter, full of emotion.)

"I'm going to HUMILIATE you..."

"...TWO CONSECUTIVE FALLS..."

"...TO THE NEW CLASSIC!"

(Immediately, we cut to Jackson Hunter responding from inside the ring
during Total Dementia. Ratt Klyczofvski stands in the background,
looking on with awe.)

"...you've pretty much coasted..."

"...this sleepwalking title reign..."

"...you exploit your way to the top..."

(Cut right back to Skye Ashner.)

"PROVE ME WRONG!"

(Back to Jackson Hunter again.)

"JUST WATCH ME!"

(An explosion suddenly engulfs the screen, as the voice of Gil
Scott-Heron returns to the jazz music in the background.)

The Revolution will not go better with Coke.
The Revolution will not fight the germs that cause bad breath.
The Revolution WILL put you in the driver's seat.
The Revolution will not be televised.

(Suddenly, a rapid-fire rotation of clips fills the screen. Mark Haley
pinning JT Damon for the Tag Team Championships. Naja Takemara holding
The Vindicator in The Rising Sun on the steel ramp. Alexander Hawkins
pinning Crimestarter Jim for the Plunderweight Championship, with Matt
Cole counting to three. Haplo destroying The Rat with a shovel. Rex
Creed nailing Jack Ketch with The Widowmaker off the top rope through
the Japanese Broadcast Table.)

The Revolution will not be televised.
Will NOT be televised,
WILL NOT be televised,
WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!

The Revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The Revolution will be LIVE!

(The final clip is again of Skye Ashner, holding the Grand Championship
belt high above his head. Fade to black.)

---

**DING DING DING**

PA:  "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN ... the following contest is the MAIN EVENT
of CORNERSTONE REVOLUTION ... it is a BEST TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS
MATCH, and is for the DCWL GRAND CHAMPIOOOOOONSHIP!!!  Introducing
first, the challenger..."

(The crowd rises to their feet, already directing their jeers towards
the entranceway before anything happens.)

"JUST WATCH ME"

("Weapon" by Matthew Good beings to play overhead, while the
continually growing reaction from the crowd nearly drowns out the
tune!)

% Here by my side; an angel, %
% Here by my side; the devil. %
% Never turn your back on me, %
% Never turn your back on me again. %
% Here by my side, it’s heaven. %
% Here by my side you are destruction.%
% Here by my side, a new color to paint the world %
% Never turn your back on it, %
% Never turn your back on it again. %
% Here by my side, it's heaven. %

PA:  "... hailing from Saskatoon, Saskatchewn ... and weighing 236
pounds ... JACKSOOOOON HUUUUUUUNTER!!!"

(And once the intro plays out, there's the once blue-spiked-hair one, 
Jackson Hunter, now bleached an awkward shade of blonde. He's got his 
ring gear on-- the snakeskin patterned tights and black boots-- as well
as a warm-up jacket. And he doesn't look too happy.)

% Be careful, %
% Be careful, %
% Be careful, %
% Be careful, %
% This is where the world drops off, %
% This is where the world drops off. %
% Be careful, %
% Be careful. %

(Jax slowly struts his way down to the ring, ignoring the entirety of
humanity surrounding, as he removes the jacket and throws it in the
face of a ring attendant, before adjusting his black elbow pads.)

% And you breathe in, %
% And you breathe out, for it. %
% Ain’t it so weird, %
% How it makes you a weapon. %
% And you give in, %
% And you give out, for it. %
% Ain’t it so weird, %
% How it makes you a weapon. %
% Never turn your back on it, %
% Never turn your back on it, %
% Again... %

(As Jax reaches the end of the aisle, he dashes, sliding into the ring.
He mounts the middle turnbuckle, but facing AWAY from the crowd, and
raises his arms, seemingly to himself.)

PA:  "And his opponent ..."

-[The lights in the arena go out, resulting in an immediate and
deafening pop from the crowd! In the complete blackness, some 
camera flashes are seen. The video wall then lights up with the words,
in an elegant font "The New Classic" as a very soothing melody plays
over the loudspeakers. It is an elegant piece by Mozart, and it is
interrupted by the whispering voice of “The New Classic” himself, Skye
Ashner, as correspondingly a semi-transparent view of his face appears
on screen.]-

“It will be in a sense... CLASSIC!”

-[Suddenly, as POD’s “Alive”  begins to play over the DCWL arena sound 
system, the strobe lights on the ramp way illuminate the arena and 
sends the fans to their feet. The video wall shifts from just the plain
writing to video clips of amazing acrobatics by Ashner. Strutting out
from behind the curtain comes Skye, wearing a black and gold silk
shirt. The shirt is unbuttoned, exposing his chiseled abs, and stunning
features, and also bears Japanese kanji all over it, including a large
symbol on the back subtitled with “CLASSIC.” The gold kanji on the
shirt is in a metallic style, and reflects the flashing lights as Skye
stands on the ramp in a confident pose. His tights match the shirt,
with the same metallic gold kanji around the waist and a large kanji
also subtitled “CLASSIC” on each thigh. The main plate of the Grand
Championship title belt can be seen under the shirt, and over his lower
abdomen. Even more notable, is the fact that Ashner wears TWO deluxe
knee braces, one on each leg. As the lyrics start, Ashner points down
the ramp with his index fingers with a smirk and a nod and begins to
half-limp down it, as a sole spotlight follows him.]-

# Every day is a new day! #
# I’m thankful for every breath I take! #
# I won’t take it for granted, (I won’t take it for granted) #
# So I learn from my mistakes #
# It’s beyond my control, sometimes it’s best to let go #
# Whatever happens in this lifetime #
# So I trust in love, (So I Trust in Love...) #
# You have given me peace of mind... #

PA:  "... hailing from Kyoto Japan ... weighing in at 205 pounds ...
here is the DCWL Grand Champion ... 'THE NEEEEEEEEW CLASSIC' SKYEEEE
AAAAAAAAASSSSHNEEEEEER!!!"

-[Skye gets about halfway down the ramp, then he starts reaching over 
the guardrails slapping the hands of the DCWL fan base, smiling as he
limps down to the ring. As he finishes his strut down the ramp, he
slowly climbs the ring steps, showing clear signs of discomfort, but
once on the apron Ashner is pointing out to the fans, who respond with
generous ovation.]-

# I... #
# I feel so ALIVE! #
# For the very first time, I can’t deny you. #
# I feel so alive... #
# I... #
# I feel so ALIVE! #
# For the very first time, (for the very first time) #
# ..and I think I can FLY! #

-[Skye gingerly ducks between the top and middle ropes to enter the
ring, lifting his left leg cautiously. Once in the ring, he drapes his
arms back and shakes them, not just to show of his chiseled abs, but he
slides the shirt off and then kicks it aside. Pointing at himself with
his thumbs, Skye walks backward to the center of the ring.]-

# Sunshine upon my face... (Sunshine upon my face...) #
# A new song for me to sing. #
# Tell the world how I feel inside (Tell the world how I feel inside) #
# Even though it might cost me everything... #
# Now that I know this, so beyond, I can’t hold this. #
# I can never turn my back away... #
# Now that I’ve seen you... (Now that I’ve seen you) ##
# I can never look away...#

-[The chorus of the song begins once more and Skye slowly climbs up to
the second turnbuckle, wincing through the pain in his knees, and
reaching his arms out to the fans, and then he throws them up in the
air as fireworks and pyrotechnics fire off behind him at the adjacent
corner and sides of the ring. Skye looks out to the crowd for a few
moments, before cautiously stepping back down from the turnbuckle,
cueing the lights back on.]-

# I... #
# I feel so ALIVE! #
# For the very first time, I can’t deny you. #
# I feel so alive... #
# I... #
# I feel so ALIVE! #
# For the very first time, (for the very first time) #
# ..and I think I can FLY! #

-[The music winds down for Ashner’s intro as he leans back into his 
corner, waiting for the opening bell to be rung. Across the ring,
Jackson Hunter looks across at Ashner with a half-smirk on his face.]-

RM:  "I don't I've ever seen Skye Ashner in worse condition, Hollywood.
 Now he's wearing TWO knee braces!  I wasn't even aware his other leg
had been injured at all."

HP:  "HA HAA!  Ashner was talking all big on Total Dementia, Manning! 
He said he was gonna beat Jax in two straight falls!  Talk about
blowing hot freaking air up your own ass!"

RM:  "Wait a second, Hollywood ... we're waiting for the opening bell
to be called ... Jackson Hunter and Skye Ashner are ready to roll ...
but where's the referee?  How can we..."

§ Now has come the day, that I take the lead §
§ and I make you follow §
§ toast your champagne, cuz I came for greed §
§ and I fought tomorrow §
§ if it feels good, then it feels good, and I do it all day §
§ you want me to play §
§ you best bring your brain, you best bring your money! §

HP:  "No ... NO!  NONONONONONOOOOOOO!!!  IT CAN'T BE HIM!  NOT THAT
MONKEY HUMPER, DAMMIT!"

RM:  "Well Hollywood, there's only one man on this earth who walks down
that ramp to this song by Saliva!"

§ Yeah, make me a Superstar §
§ Yeah, don't matter who you are §
§ Yeah, make me a Superstar §
§ Yeah, no matter who you... §

(As "Superstar" by Saliva cranks over the PA, the video wall pops to
life revealing an image of various mirrors floating whimsically on a
background of black nothingness. The mirrors are then focused upon
individually, each one showcasing various highlights from a well-known
man, mainly high-risk maneuvers. As the lights begin to flicker on and
off faster now, a much awaited figure steps through the curtain. As he
raises his arms up, the scene on the video wall shows only one solitary
mirror now. As the screen focuses in on that one mirror, it suddenly
explodes into the phrase "TAKE ANOTHER GOOD LOOK!" in bright gold.
Perfectly symmetrical red and blue pyros go off at both sides of the
ramp as the lights turn on, and there appears DALE "THE MIRROR"
STANWYCZ!!!  As the song's riffs continue to tear the space, the crowd
lets out another shatteringly loud face pop.)

§ and all of my pills §
§ and all of my drags §
§ is making me, making me, making me §
§ and all that I feel §
§ and all that I see §
§ is fakin' me, fakin' me, fakin' me §

RM:  "It is him! Dale 'The Mirror' Stanwycz is back in the DCWL!"

(Dale walks down the ramp and around ringside, slapping hands with his
loyal fans. Unlike the last time we saw him, Dale now has some hair,
still short but starting to shape into the style that made him the one
and only 'mullet king'. Stanwycz is muscular and cut, much like Kurt
Angle. He also sports a huge smile and his deranged brown eyes cast a
wild, almost hypnotic stare to his fans. A seemingly permanent,
gigantic scar crosses his entire chest, and sports numerous, smaller
scars all over his body as the result of his many hardcore battles in
the ring. Dale is clad in his trademark faded jeans and work black
cowboy boots, but what we notice the most is his black T-Shirt with the
face of a smiling Stanwycz and the legend 'The Vindicator Still 
Sucks' written inside a white, comic book-esque balloon, a garment made
famous during the shooting of Dale's last movie this summer. Jackson
Hunter is staring at Dale in complete disbelief, his jaw nearly hanging
to the canvas. Dale climbs the ring steps, but before entering the
ring, he turns out and strikes out into 'The Mirror Stance', sending
the crowd into another huge round of wild cheers! He then asks for a
microphone.)

DALE "THE MIRROR": "Sorry to interrupt, people. I was lounging back in
the VIP room in front of a 51" screen and enjoying the action of CR2
with an extra-large tub of buttered popcorn and an ice cold
six-shooter. What a night! First, my old buddy Mark Haley kicks the
crap out of some anonymous jack-o to win the Platinum Championship...
then, we see those bastards Creed and Ketch tear each other to
pieces... and let's not forget the freakin' PLUNDERDOME! But before I
explain my presence here, let's go down memory lane..."

(The video wall lights up with footage of Haplo the Vagabond decimating
Dale Stanwycz with a number of devastating Nexus Powerbombs.)

DALE "THE MIRROR": "When I was severely injured at the hands of Haplo
this past April, I was unsure if I could ever compete again. He hated
me, and I'm pretty sure he still does today. But I'm not here to talk
about him. The point is, I always knew, one way or another, I'd end up
returning... and I always thought about what would I say the day I
stepped into this ring again. That moment has arrived. And I thought
I'd have some long speech to unwind, but there's not much to say
except... 'I'm Back'."

(Thunderous pop!)

DALE "THE MIRROR": "Still, some warm, nice memories are coming back to
me, thanks to these two gentlemen here tonight."

(Dale walks towards Jackson Hunter, whose eyes are glued onto him, as
Skye leans on the ropes, watching curiously.)

DALE "THE MIRROR": "Jackson Hunter. Manitoba's favorite son. We have
written great chapters in the history of this industry. And I know
there are still people talking about our battles and their outcome.
Then I heard Jax whine about Dale not giving him any credit. Tonight,
you are the challenger to the DCWL Grand Championship, and I'm aware
you have worked your ass out to be where you're standing now. You know
something, my friend? I DID acknowledge your efforts both in our UWAC
Championship match AND the Grand Championship match we held earlier
this year. It didn't matter if you and your pals tried to bribe me over
the ooooold Universal Title back in the day, because you were pulling
all the stops to climb the damn ladder. Go ask everyone you 
know. Ask Christian Chazz. Ask Glen Sand. Ask Andre DelNaja. If you
want, go and ask Comisar Xago as well in case he's still alive! And
don't forget to ask Ratt... they all will agree about one thing: The
two might not see a lot of things eye-to-eye... but Jax has earned Dale
Stanwycz's respect."

(The crowd erupts as "The Mirror" extends his hand to Jax. Hunter looks
down at the hand, up to Dale's face, and back down again. Jackson turns
his head to the side, and engages in a reluctant but firm handshake. As
soon as the pop dies, Dale turns around very slowly, facing the Grand
Champion.)

DALE "THE MIRROR": "Skye Ashner. "The New Classic". We have also
written a number of pages in DCWL history, buddy. We have been both
allies, and enemies. You are now the Grand Champion, perhaps the
greatest there has ever been, but never forget who did you beat to earn
it. That man stands before you now. And that man recognizes Skye Ashner
as the guy who earned his stripes fair and square. Which was no easy
task; he had to undergo a painful transformation, make an even greater
sacrifice, and take the long trip. You could do things the easy way
when you got used to cheat your way to the top, as a member of
Elemental Disturbance. But you DID take another look. You changed, and
did things the hard way instead, which makes your tenure as Grand
Champion even more commendable. I don't think there's a lot of guys
recalling that situation and giving it its due respect, but I do. Nice
going, kid."

(The crowd erupts again as Dale and Skye also share a handshake,
followed by a brief, friendly hug. As soon as the pop dies, the
Minnesota native continues...)

DALE "THE MIRROR": "Thanks for not harming the bruised ribs of this
'old foogie', Skye..."

(Laughter from the audience.)

DALE "THE MIRROR": "But you know something, guys? I miss the active 
competition. I miss getting physical. I miss being a part of the
action. While spending these past months shooting my new motion picture
in San Diego, playing DoR at home and watching DCWL on TV were nice
things to do, I knew I had to be a part of this extravaganza. That's
why, tonight... right here... at CORNERSTONE REVOLUTION II... Dale
Stanwycz is going to exert that right as the wheels of fate turn!"

(Apeshit pop!)

HP:  "The only wheels turning around here will be the ones of his
wheelchair when his ass is carried back there!  Now who this idiot
thinks he is?"

RM:  "This is quite a surprise!  Dale Stanwycz has resurfaced after
being injured by Haplo the Vagabond over five months ago, and looks in
great shape!  Could he be planning to turn this Championship match into
a Triple Threat contest?"

(Dale struts a bit around the ring, basking in the love of his fans. 
However, he then stops and continues.)

DALE "THE MIRROR": "But wait! You don't need to worry, though. Why?
There's two reasons for that. The first one is that these old bones of
mine haven't healed in full yet and I'm not dumb enough to jeopardize
my recovery by throwing myself into the mix."

(We hear several fans sitting at ringside 'oww' in more than a little 
disappointment.)

DALE "THE MIRROR": "The second one is that I, Dale Stanwycz, am a FAIR
man. Confusing? Not really. What I mean is..."

(Stanwycz pauses and steps back a bit before starting a really cheesy 
impersonation of a certain colleague of his.)

DALE "THE MIRROR": "My skin certainly ain't orange, yet my balls are
still blue, so whatcha gonna do, when Dale "The Mirror" watches over
you??"

(As he says this, he rips his T-Shirt to shreds, revealing an official
DCWL referee shirt underneath!)

RM:  "Looks like we'll be having a special guest referee for this
contest!"

DALE "THE MIRROR": "That's right folks, since I still can't wrestle,
I'm calling the shots for this Grand Championship match, so let's get
it on!!"

(Crowd erupts again as Stanwycz throws his mic out of the ring and
calls for the bell!)


**DING DING DING**

Jackson Hunter swaggers towards center ring,
licking his grinning lips in anticipation,
and signalling with his hands for Ashner to bring it on.
Ashner still remains in his corner,
seemingly hesitant to begin the match.
Referee Stanwycz moves in on Ashner,
ordering him to start the match.
Skye takes a deep breath, and begins limping to center ring.

HP:  "Think about this for a second, Manning ... Skye Ashner is in
there with the man who wants to take the title from his ass ... and the
dude who he took the title from ... the deck is being further stacked! 
HA!"

Jackson brings up his arms and bends his knees,
ready for the first fateful lockup of the match.
Ashner does the same, although gritting his teeth in the process.
They move towards one another,
when Ashner suddenly lashes out with a punch to the face!
Hunter is caught completely off-guard,
and Ashner follows up with a left cross and a right uppercut!
Jackson Hunter falls to the canvas from the impact,
but is quickly back to his feet again,
only to be met with a series of body blows from Ashner,
backing him into the corner!

RM:  "Jackson Hunter was clearly expecting a technical showdown with
Skye Ashner, but the Grand Champion has come out with flying fists!"

HP:  "What the hell is this?!  Get in there, Stanwycz, and break this
illegal crap up, dammit!"

Skye Ashner jams his forearm into Jax's throat,
and continues pressing it for a chokehold!
The fans are wildly cheering,
as Stanwycz moves in, warning Ashner to break the choke.
Ashner pays no attention to the Superstar Referee,
forcing the former Champ to yank Ashner out of the corner,
and shoving him half way across the ring!
Some mild jeers can be heard for Referee Dale's actions,
and Skye Ashner is fired up with adrenaline,
shoving Stanwycz out of the way to charge back in!
Jackson Hunter is ready for him this time,
and the challenger darts out with a low shoulder tackle,
clipping Ashner's left knee with expert precision!
The crowd immediately begins jeering,
as Ashner collapses to the canvas, grasping the braced left leg.

HP:  "HA!  See how quick Jackson Hunter can turn things around,
Manning?!  He's gonna make a GREAT Grand Champion, dammit!"

RM:  "I'm pretty sure it's the right knee that has sustained the most
damage in recent weeks, but the left must also be injured to be in a
hard plastic brace."

Jax is quick to follow up on the left leg,
leaning forwards to scoop it out of Ashner's protective grasp.
Suddenly, Skye reaches up for two handfuls of Hunter's hair,
and slams his face into the plastic knee brace!
Ashner shows no sign of discomfort from the move,
as Jackson falls backwards from the stunning attack.
Skye is quickly back to his feet,
no longer limping on that left leg,
as he moves in on the felled Hunter,
and drops a plastic knee to the head of Jax,
before dragging it all the way down his face,
and shoving the knee into his throat for another choke!

HP:  "Dammit, Stanwycz, disqualify that son of a bitch!  Give the first
fall to Jackson Hunter!  He's using that freaking knee brace as a
weapon!"

RM:  "I think you're right, Hollywood!  Skye Ashner doesn't seem to be
showing any discomfort with that left leg, and may have only worn the
additional brace to use it as a weapon!"

The crowd is again loudly cheering for Ashner,
while Hunter's arms flail around the canvas seeking relief.
Referee Stanwycz moves in on Ashner again,
getting in his face about the illegal choke,
while Ashner again ignores.
Dale appears to be showing some frustration,
as he moves around behind Ashner,
locks in a reverse waistlock on Skye,
lifting him off of Jackson Hunter,
before setting him down to Dale's right with a pivot.
Dale and Skye share an intense glare for a moment,
as Jackson Hunter slowly rises up from the canvas,
with visible scratches on his face from the knee brace.

RM:  "If there was going to be tension involving Dale Stanwycz as
referee, I assumed it would be with Jackson Hunter ... but Skye Ashner
is fighting a dirty match here, and it's requiring Stanwycz to take
action against him!"

Ashner shoves Dale aside and charges in,
nailing Jackson in the face with a left knee lift,
smashing the brace upwards into his chin,
and knocking Hunter back down onto the canvas again.
Skye grabs Jackson's left leg,
and quickly leaps up with a knee drop,
smashing it down to the inner knee of Hunter,
again using the brace for added impact.
Referee Dale shakes his head over Ashner's antics.
Skye adjusts the brace on his left leg,
shifting it down onto his ankle.
Ashner quickly moves in on Jackson Hunter,
grabbing the leg and twisting it into a grapevine,
before crossing Jackson's own legs,
and falling back into a Figure Four Leglock!

HP:  "DAMMIT!  Look at that little cheating fairy ass monger!  He's
using the freaking knee brace to increase the damn pressure on Jax's
own knee, dammit!"

RM:  "I think Skye Ashner may have been studying some Greg Valentine
tapes in preparation for this match!"

Jackson Hunter immediately begins screaming in pain,
as the adjusted knee brace digs into his ligaments.
Referee Stanwycz is unsure of how to call this situation,
but decides to drop to his knees,
asking Jax if he wants to submit the first fall.
Hunter sits up in the leglock,
grabbing two handfuls of Dale's referee shirt,
screaming about the pain he is from the assisted hold!
Ashner has a slight smirk on his face,
as he rocks from side to side to further grind Hunter's knee.

RM:  "It seems that Dale Stanwycz can't seem to find anything wrong
with this submission move applied by Skye Ashner!  It's a good call,
because as far as I know, a knee brace is a legal piece of equipment!"

HP:  "You're full of CRAP, Manning!  The knee brace on his RIGHT LEG is
legit, but that other one is out there as a freaking WEAPON!"

Referee Dale tries to pry Jackson Hunter off of his shirt,
while still asking him if he wants to submit.
Suddenly, Jax gives an extra yank on Stanwycz's shirt,
shifting the momentum of the hold,
and allowing Hunter to reverse it,
immediately turning the pressure onto Skye's right knee!
Ashner's face suddenly turns from smirk to pained shock,
as his injured knee is under assault!
He begins screaming for mercy,
causing Referee Stanwycz to move to Ashner,
but Skye quickly untangles their legs,
rolling away while gripping his right knee.

HP:  "HA!  Take that you stupid fairy bastard!"

RM:  "Skye Ashner's use of the additional knee brace has backfired, and
now his damaged right knee has been exploited!"

Referee Stanwycz immediately moves in on Ashner,
ordering that the left leg knee brace be removed!
Ashner isn't bothering to respond to Dale,
as he is trying to loosen up the bad knee.
Stanwycz grows impatient, and kneels down,
forcibly removing the brace from his good leg.
Skye doesn't put up a fight, but still shoots Dale a dirty look.
Referee Dale brings the brace across the ring to an attendant,
and right at that moment, Jackson moves to action from the floor,
yanking Ashner's right leg under the bottom rope,
before slamming the knee into the ring post!
Ashner wails loudly from the pain in his limb,
immediately rolling back into the ring,
curled into a fetal position in center ring.
Hunter begins limping back up the ring steps,
still favoring his left leg from the work Ashner did on it.

HP:  "HERE WE GO, BABY!  Skye Ashner is back to being a sitting duck,
and Jackson Hunter is gonna pick his ass apart like an infected zit!"

Ashner begins crawling towards the ropes,
showing once again how badly the right knee is injured.
Hunter cuts him off,
delivering a right-legged stomp onto Skye's bad knee,
bringing out another scream of pain from the Grand Champion.
Jackson then grabs hold on Ashner's right ankle,
dragging him back to the center of the ring,
before raising the leg into the air,
and spiking Ashner's knee back down into the canvas!
Skye cries out in pain,
but a knee drop to the face quickly silences him.
Hunter rolls from the knee drop position,
into a lateral press, hooking Ashner's left leg,
as Referee Stanwycz drops to make the count:

ONE!

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TWO!

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SHOULDER UP BY SKYE ASHNER!

Jackson Hunter wastes no time,
immediately rolling again, now to Skye's legs,
where he secures the right leg under his armpit.

RM:  "Jackson Hunter has taken on a very methodical pace now,
Hollywood.  Clearly, he knows he doesn't need to exert himself much to
maintain this advantage."

Hunter slightly turns the leg,
before falling backwards to the canvas,
and then applying a leg scissor lock around Skye's thigh,
to apply an Achilles Tendon Hold.
Jackson continues twisting the ankle inwards,
while his scissor lock keeps Skye's upper leg from moving with it,
causing Ashner to grown loudly from the pain,
bringing his hands up to his face to mask any further sign of pain.
Referee Stanwycz moves in on Ashner,
asking about a submission,
but Skye merely grits his teeth and shakes his head.

HP:  "Manning, I think you're gonna see for the first-time ever, a
Grand Championship Match end in a submission from a wear-down manouver!
 Ashner is gonna have to quit in this tendon hold!  HA!"

Skye Ashner continues to try ignoring the pain,
while Dale Stanwycz asks him again about a submission.
Ashner again shakes his head,
and begins trying to go into a meditative state,
to keep his body as relaxed as possible to ease the pain.
However, in so doing he drops his shoulders flat to the canvas,
and Referee Dale makes the pinfall count:

ONE!

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TWO!

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Skye Ashner sits up immediately, breaking the pinfall.
He plants his palms into the canvas from this position,
and begins try to drag both himself and Jax backwards,
hoping to reach the ropes for a break!

RM:  "Is he going to make it before the pain becomes too much?  Skye
Ashner may be sacrificing a large chunk of his career to avoid dropping
this first fall to Jackson Hunter!"

HP:  "YES!  Put him on the shelf, Jax, and THEN take his freaking
title!  HA HAAA!"

Hunter anticipates where Ashner is heading,
and releases the leg scissor lock,
before rolling Ashner onto his stomach with the leg still secured,
turning the hold into a Half Crab submission!
However, Jax misjudges the distance of his roll,
bringing Ashner within arm's reach of the ropes,
which Skye grasps onto tightly,
making Referee Stanwycz order Jackson to break the hold.
Hunter takes a few steps backwards with the leg for added pressure,
before violently throwing the leg away,
slamming it down to the canvas with his release.
Ashner rolls into the ropes,
clinging to the bottom strand while cradling his knee tenderly.

RM:  "I think Skye Ashner needs to start thinking about career
longevity here.  Even if he were to escape this match with the Grand
Championship, that knee cannot possibly hold up.  I hate to say it, but
I think Ashner needs to think about forfeiting the remainder of this
match and handing the title over to Jackson Hunter."

HP:  "HA HAAA!  Did we get that on tape?!  YES!"

Tears are welling up in Ashner's eyes,
as he does his best to deal with the pain in his right knee.
Slowly, he uses the ropes to pull himself up from the mat,
keeping any weight off of the bad knee.
Jackson Hunter looks on his his hands on his hips,
and a cocky smirk on his face.
Hunter approaches Ashner, cocks his fist into the air,
and then slaps Skye across the face,
causing a sharp echo throughout the arena.
Ashner loses his balance and falls back down to the canvas,
as Jackson Hunter turns away from his opponent,
raising his arms into his self-congratulatory pose.

HP:  "You're finally seeing the truth, Manning!  Jackson Hunter has
methodically turned Ashner's knee into a useless piece of flesh over
the past month, and now he's reaping the rewards!"

Suddenly, Ashner lunges out towards Hunter's legs,
sweeping them out from the canvas!
As Jackson's back hits the mat,
Skye follows through with a roll-up,
holding Jax's shoulder down for a desperate pinfall!
Referee Stanwycz drops into position for the count:

ONE!

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TWO!

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Ashner reaches up with a free hand,
grasping onto the second rope for additional leverage,
making Hunter unable to kick out!

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THREE!


Suddenly, Stanwycz pulls his hand back up at the last second,
catching sight of Ashner's illegal pinfall,
and quickly rises to his feet,
to kick Skye's hand free of the ropes,
and allowing Jackson to immediately kick out with conviction,
sending Ashner tumbling across the ring.

RM:  "Wait ... did Stanwycz count to three?  I'm sure I saw his hand
hit the canvas that third time!"

HP:  "No freaking way!  Stanwycz saw Ashner cheating AGAIN, and put a
freaking stop to it, dammit!  I never thought Ol' Panzerotti would say
it, but the freaking Mirror is doing the right thing!"

Ashner zips back to his feet,
still being careful to put little weight on his right knee,
as he limps directly towards Dale Stanwycz.
Skye begins a passionate argument with loud shouts,
which causes Referee Dale to raise his hands up,
shaking his head to indemnify himself.
Ashner gets directly into Stanwycz's face about his officiating,
but Dale breaks the staredown to look over Skye's shoulder.
Ashner glances to see what Dale is looking at,
only to be spun around by Jackson Hunter,
kicked in the gut,
and then shoved into a double underhook headscissors!

RM:  "THE BROKEN ARROW!  If Jackson Hunter hits it the first fall will
be in the books!"

Hunter lifts his leg for the Rocker Dropper,
but Ashner suddenly bolts upright with a screaming effort,
and manages to counter by tossing Jackson up into the air!
Jax comes crashing down face-first into the turnbuckle,
and staggers backwards,
where Ashner delivers a double leg tackle,
before snatching both legs,
and jumping with his good leg into a front roll cradle!
Stanwycz is in position for the count:

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE!!!


**DING DING DING**
 
PA:  "The winner of the first fall ... SKYE AAAAASHNER!!!"

The crowd completely erupts,
as Jackson Hunter kicks out one second too late.
Ashner rises up to his feet,
throwing his arms up in a brief celebration,
before his right knee gives out,
and Ashner collapses back to the canvas again!

RM:  "ASHNER DID IT!  He pinned Jackson Hunter cleanly in the middle of
the ring!  He's up by one fall, and may still be able to fulfill his
promise of a two-fall sweep of this match!"

HP:  "Get the hell over yourself, Manning!  It was a lucky freaking
break, but with a dude like Jackson Hunter, you're only gonna get one
of them, dammit!"

Jackson Hunter is back on his feet,
shaking away the last of the cobwebs from his turnbuckle collision,
before immediately going back to attack mode,
and violently stomping repeatedly on Ashner's bad leg!
The crowd's cheers are immediately replaced by boos,
as Hunter shows no finesse here,
simply trying to cripple Ashner from any further comebacks.

HP:  "THIS is what you asked for, Manning!  Now Ashner isn't just never
going to wrestle again ... Jax is gonna make sure he never freaking
WALKS again!"

Hunter grabs hold of the right ankle,
dragging Ashner into the middle of the ring.
He places his own right knee onto the back of Ashner's,
and then leaps into the air,
delivering a Dropping Knee Breaker!
Ashner shrieks from the pain of the assault,
as Jackson keeps his grasp on the ankle, rising back to his feet.
Hunter switches sides now,
placing his left knee behind Ashner's damaged wheel,
before jumping up again,
and delivering the Dropping Knee Breaker from another angle!

RM:  "Jackson Hunter is relentlessly targeting that knee now!  We need
to get some medical officials out here to check on that knee, folks."

Jackson drops the right ankle,
and the immediately picks up the left leg.
Ashner immediately begins struggling with his good leg,
but Hunter steps through and stops into Skye's midsection,
immediately bringing a halt to the resistance.
Jax then begins a spinning toe hold with the left leg,
before bringing it across to the right knee,
and falling back into a Figure Four Leglock!
The severe pressure on Ashner's right knee is immediately apparent,
as he begins thrashing and writing on the canvas!

HP:  "HA!  Now THAT's what Ol' Panzerotti calls a freaking turnaround! 
Skye Ashner's cheating ass was using that bogus knee brace earlier, to
put an illegal Figure Four on Jax!  Now looks what his own stupidity
has gotten himself into!  HA HAAA!!!"

Jackson Hunter sits up in the Figure Four,
looking directly into Ashner's face,
as he continually kicks his legs outwards in the hold,
adding sharp surges of pain through Ashner's bad leg.
Referee Stanwycz is in position, asking for a submission,
while Ashner valiantly shakes his head.
Jax briefly lifts his leg off of Ashner's left ankle,
before slamming it right back down again,
while causes Skye to emit a gasping scream of intense pain,
before he begins frantically tapping out on the canvas!
Referee Dale calls for the bell,
and quickly moves in to break up the submission hold.


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "The winner of the second fall, evening the match at one fall
apiece ... JACKSOOOOOOON HUNTAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Once freed from the Leglock,
Ashner immediately rolls towards the ropes,
his mouth gaping wide open from the pain coursing in his knee.
He rolls right past the ropes,
falling stiffly to the concrete below,
clearly unaware of his surroundings.

RM:  "Skye Ashner should just stay out on the floor and take the
countout, Hollywood!  Just let this match end!  I want to see The New
Classic wrestle another day!"

HP:  "Do you really think Jackson Hunter is going to let that happen,
Manning?!  Not a freaking chance!"

RM:  "Well, Dale Stanwycz should let it happen as the referee!  He's
just coming back from a serious injury at the hands of Haplo, so he
knows what it's like to be in this position!"

Jackson Hunter goes to follow Ashner out to the floor,
but is intercepted by Referee Dale,
asking that Jax remain in the ring for Ashner.
Hunter stops for a moment,
smirks with disgust at the former Grand Champion,
before raising his hand into a striking position!
The crowd rises to their feet in anticipation of the clash,
but Hunter then nods his head and backs away.

HP:  "C'MON, JAX!  Slap that stupid bastard!  He deserves it!"

RM:  "Jackson Hunter clearly does not want to risk a disqualification
in the final fall of this match, Hollywood.  He's here to win the Grand
Championship, not dig up old rivalries."

Referee Stanwycz raises an eyebrow at Jackson's behaviour,
before turning towards the ropes,
and beginning a countout on Skye Ashner.
Hunter immediately moves in the opposite direction,
exiting to the floor on the other side of the ring!
Stanwycz doesn't notice Hunter until it's too late,
and Jax dashes around the ringpost to where Skye fell,
only to find that Ashner is no longer there!
Jackson looks up at Stanwycz with a glare of disdain,
demanding to know where Ashner went to!
Meanwhile, Ashner emerges on the perpendicular side of the ring,
crawling out from under the ring apron!
The crowd explodes in cheers for Ashner's stealthy moves,
immediately alerting Jax to his location,
and sending him into action.

RM:  "We've literally got a game of Cat and Mouse on our hands here,
Hollywood!  Skye Ashner is looking for any way to avoid contact with
Jackson Hunter, and prolong this match along with his Grand
Championship reign!"

However, Ashner realizes what is going on,
and rolls back underneath the ring again!
Jackson Hunter is boiling over with anger, 
when he sees Skye missing again,
and hops back onto the apron to bring up the issue with Referee Dale.
Stanwycz can offer no explanation,
as Ashner rolls back out on the same side of the ring again,
quickly rising to his feet,
and yanking Hunter's ankles off of the canvas,
making him fall to the floor,
and smash his face into the ring apron!
Ashner quickly goes into action again,
grabbing two handfuls of a stunned Jackson's hair,
and thrusting him backwards,
where the back of his head collides with the guard rail!
The crowd is loudly cheering,
as Skye Ashner rolls back into the ring,
trying to lie still on the canvas to rest his bad knee.

RM:  "Skye Ashner will NOT give up!  He will NOT concede this match to
Jackson Hunter!  The Grand Champion fill fight until his leg falls
right off of his hip!  This is the heart of a champion!  The blood of a
warrior!  SKYE ASHNER WILL LIVE FOREVER!"

HP:  "C'mon, Manning ... cut it out ... we're in the Calgary
Saddledome, dammit, not the set of Braveheart!"

On the floor, Jackson Hunter begins to rise up,
but then crumbles to the concrete again,
still in a daze from the guard rail collision.
Referee Stanwycz begins to count out the challenger:

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE!

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FOUR!

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Jackson begins to stir again,
crawling towards the ring apron slowly.

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FIVE!

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SIX!

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SEVEN!

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Hunter digs his fingernails into the ring apron,
pulling himself up to his feet.
Meanwhile, Skye Ashner uses the ropes to pull himself up as well.

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EIGHT!

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NINE!

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Jackson Hunter in kneeling on the ring apron,
about to re-enter the ring through the ropes,
when Skye Ashner dashes across the canvas,
delivering a baseball slide,
nailing Hunter directly in the crotch!

HP:  "DAMN!  What the hell is that stupid fairy doing?!"

RM:  "Whatever it takes to remain the DCWL Grand Champion, Hollywood!"

Jackson tumbles off of the apron back to the concrete,
curled up in a ball with his hands stuffed between his legs,
rocking back and forth in immense pain.
Ashner is on the canvas, also feeling pain,
as the baseball slide jammed his right knee again.
Ashner can take the pressure no longer,
and begins unclasping the knee brace protecting it.
Referee Dale is quickly on top of Ashner,
getting the brace out of his hands as soon as it is unfastened,
to keep Skye from using it as a weapon.

RM:  "Dale Stanwycz is not letting ANYTHING slide as the official in
this match tonight, Hollywood!  The Mirror might need to train our
regular referees to be more effective!"

Ashner has his head bowed down,
as he tries to plot his next defensive move,
to protect his injured right knee.
Meanwhile, Jackson Hunter has risen back to his feet,
doubled over and gritting his teeth from the lower abdominal pain.
Hunter shakes his head,
and then slowly begins to stand upright.
He turns to look into the ring,
to find Skye Ashner is now standing center ring,
with his eyes bugged out with raw emotion.

SKYE:  "C'MON MOTHER FUCKER!  GET IN HERE AND FINISH THIS!"

Jackson Hunter's face turns to a frown of disgust,
and he suddenly dives back into the ring,
quickly rising to his feet.
Ashner greets him with a punch to the head,
followed by a flurry of chops,
backing Hunter into the corner,
where Ashner slaps him in the face,
and then whips Jackson across towards the opposite corner,
only to have Hunter reverse the attempt!
Ashner smashes chest-first into the buckles,
and staggers backwards in a daze.
Hunter spins the Champion around,
kicks him in the midsection,
and double underhooks the arms,
smashing Ashner's face into the canvas, 
with the Double Underhook Rocker Dropper!

RM:  "BROKEN ARROW!  Jackson Hunter just nailed Skye Ashner with the
Broken Arrow!  We may have a new Grand Champion!"

Hunter rolls Ashner onto his back,
hooking a leg for the pain,
and looking up into the air with a passionate effort!
Referee Stanwycz drops into position and counts:

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THREE!!


SHOULDER UP BY ASHNER!

The crowd ERUPTS into wild cheers,
as Skye Ashner escapes Hunter's finishing move!
Jackson sits up onto the canvas,
glaring at Dale Stanwycz with distrustful eyes,
and questioning the speed of the count without speaking any words.

HP:  "DAMMIT!  That was a THREE COUNT!  Jackson Hunter is the CHAMP! 
He's the freaking CHAMP, DAMMIT!!!"

Suddenly, all eyes turn to the entranceway,
as Ratt Klyczofvski charges down the aisle,
with a HUGE smile on his face!
He's carrying the bottle of liquor left by Matt Cole,
and walking with a slight swagger.
Ratt is leaping up and down,
clearly in a celebration of a victory that didn't happen.

RM:  "Oh my ... Ratt Klyczofvski is out here, Hollywood, but he's
clearly under the influence, and not in his right mind!"

Jackson Hunter sneers at the sight of the Drunken Ratt,
but Klyczofvski doesn't even make eye contact with Jax,
instead rushing over to the timekeeper's table,
and scooping the Grand Championship into his puny arms.
Ratt slides into the ring,
spilling some alcohol in the process,
and begins jumping up and down with the title belt,
trying to offer it to Jackson Hunter.

HP:  "Ratt has no freaking clue that the match is still going on,
dammit!  What a fool ... he's the reason that sex offenders should be
subjected to manditory castration."

Hunter is on his feet now,
screaming at Ratt about the match being over,
while Skye Ashner begins to struggle to his feet in the background.
Referee Stanwycz looks on, shaking his head with a smile.
Ratt tilts his head to the side, 
slightly confused by the news he's receiving.
He looks down at the title belt,
then back up at Hunter,
before walking away from his charge.
Hunter is about to turn back to Ashner,
when Ratt suddenly bounds off of the ropes,
soars across the ring with the belt raised,
and smashes its golden plate into the face of Jackson Hunter!

HP:  "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, RATT?!"

RM:  "He's finally had enough of Jackson Hunter's abuse!"

Jax falls to the canvas,
and Ratt spits on Hunter, before repeatedly kicking him!
Referee Stanwycz looks on,
his mouth hanging open,
realizing he has no choice,
but to call for the bell!


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "The winner of the third fall, as a result of a disqualification
... and the NEEEEEEEEEW DCWL GRAND CHAMPIOOOOOOOOOOON ... JACKSOOOOOOON
HUNTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

(The crowd suddenly erupts into riotous jeers!  Ratt Klyczofvski
continues kicking Jackson Hunter, until Stanwycz moves in and drags him
into the opposite corner.  Skye Ashner has just regained his standing
position, and looks on in complete shock, as Stanwycz removes the title
belt from Ratt's hands, and brings it over to award to Jackson Hunter!)

HP:  "YES!  OH HELL YES!  HA HA HAAAA!  JACKSON HUNTER IS THE GRAND
FREAKING CHAMPION!  SKYE ASHNER IS DEAD!  FREAKING DEAD I SAY!!!"

RM:  "This can't be right, folks ... we can't have the Grand
Championship change hands like this on the biggest night of the DCWL
year ... Dale Stanwycz needs to cancel that decision immediately!"

(Jackson Hunter slowly begins rising up from the canvas, and as he does
so, Stanwycz raises his arm in a token of victory!  Hunter looks down
into his other hand, realizing that the Grand Championship title belt
is in his grasp!  Suddenly, a massive smile creeps upon his face, and
he shoves Stanwycz out of the way, before thrusting the title belt into
the air!  He looks over into the corner where Ratt Klyczofvski is
standing, only to see that Ratt is now ALSO smiling a big mischievious
grin!  Ratt charges across the ring, leaping into the arms of Jackson
Hunter, who gives him a big kiss on the cheek!)

RM:  "Wait ... WAIT JUST A SECOND!  Ratt didn't turn on Jackson Hunter
at all ... it was a SETUP!  NO!  NO!"

HP:  "HA HAAAA!!!  BRILLIANT!  ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT!

RM:  "Jackson Hunter is the Grand Champion, and I'm in completely
disbelief, folks ... I just don't know what else to say ..."

(Suddenly, the title celebration is halted, as “El Distorto de
Melodica” - an instrumental piece by Everclear - blares through the
arena speakers.  The DCWL Commissioner, Christian Marquardt, dressed in
an exquisite Italian suit, emerges to a mixed reaction.  Marquardt
pulls out a microphone and speaks.)

Marquardt:  "Congratulations, Mr. Hunter.  I have just two things to
say before the party continues.  Mr. Klyczofvski ... please return to
the back and pack your things immediately ... because YOU ARE SUSPENDED
INDEFINITELY for interfering in a Championship Match!  Secondly, I am
ORDERING the final fall of this Grand Championship Match to be
restarted, and it will ONLY end with a pinfall or submission!  RING THE
BELL!"


**DING DING DING**

Referee Stanwycz follows the decision passed his way,
calling for the bell.
Meanwhile, Jackson Hunter drops Klyczofvski back onto the mat,
glaring at him with a suddenly and complete hatred!
Jax throws the title belt to the canvas,
and wraps his hands around Ratt's throat,
backing his agent into the corner.
Skye Ashner suddenly soars across the ring,
smashing both Jax and Ratt with a Stinger Splash!

RM:  "THE MATCH IS BACK ON!  THE MATCH IS BACK ON!"

HP:  "NO!  Who the hell does Marquardt think he is?!  The referee's
decision is FINAL!  IT'S FINAL, DAMMIT!"

Hunter releases Ratt,
who stumbles under the bottom rope,
and begins staggering off to the backstage area,
while fans throw pieces of garbage at him.
Jackson spins around towards Ashner,
taking a wild swing at him,
only to have Skye duck underneath the attempt,
lock him in a waistlock,
and deliver a Northern Lights Suplex!
Ashner holds the bridge for a pinfall,
and Referee Dale counts:

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TWO!

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Ashner's right knee begins to quiver,
under the pressure of holding the bridge

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KICKOUT BY JACKSON HUNTER!

Skye Ashner immediately rolls to his feet,
gritting his teeth with tears in his eyes to deal with the pain,
while a disoriented Hunter also rises up,
and walks straight into...

*! SMACK !*

... a textbook superkick by Ashner!
Jackson collapses to the canvas,
and Skye moves in to go for the pin again,
but suddenly stops, and looks up at the turnbuckle!
The crowd ROARS its approval,
and Ashner begins painstakingly scaling the buckles to the top!

RM:  "He's going for LIFE'S VELOCITY!  Don't do it, Skye!  The knee
can't possibly pull it off!"

Ashner is now perched on the top turnbuckle,
but he appears to be having trouble holding his balance.
The brief delay up there is enough for Hunter,
who is beginning to rise up again,
safely out of position for Ashner's finisher now.
However, Ashner STILL leaps at the challenger,
nailing him with a Missile Dropkick to the face!
Hunter crumbles to the canvas,
and Ashner screams in pain,
before defying it all,
and leaping on top of him for the pin!
Referee Stanwycz counts:

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THREE!!


KICKOUT BY JACKSON HUNTER!


The crowd suddenly reacts with massive jeers,
as Stanwycz signals that it was only a two count!
Ashner rolls off of his opponent,
holding his knee as if something finally gave way in there.
Jackson Hunter uses the ropes to stagger up,
sucking wind for all he's worth,
before moving in on the prone Ashner,
grabbing the leg for another Figure Four Leglock!

HP:  "YES!  It's ALL over now!  After Jackson Hunter wins this AGAIN,
can we call him a TWO-TIME Grand Champion?!  HA HAAA!!!"

Jax begins to wrap the left leg,
but before he can cross it over onto the injured right knee,
Ashner reaches up to counter with a small package!
Referee Stanwycz is back in position again:

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Jackson Hunter shifts his weight,
reversing the small package into one of his own!
Stanwycz counts again:

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THREE!


Ashner reverses the small package again!
Stanwycz counts:


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THREE!!!


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "The winner of the third fall ... and STILL DCWL GRAND
CHAMPIOOOOOON .... SKYE AAAAAAAAASHNEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!"

(The crowd positively EXPLODES into cheers that make the Saddledome
foundations rumble!  Jackson Hunter rolls out under the bottom rope,
slamming his fists onto the ring apron repeatedly, as Dale Stanwycz
picks up the Grand Championship from the canvas, handing it back to its
rightful owner!  The tears begin pouring from Ashner's eyes, clearly a
mix of pain and absolute joy, as if he had just won the title for the
first time!)

RM:  "SKYE ASHNER DOES IT!  He retains the DCWL Grand Championship!"

HP:  "This is freaking HIGHWAY ROBBERY, DAMMIT!  Jackson Hunter IS the
Grand Champion, and that cannot be denied!"

(Ashner uses Dale Stanwycz's shoulder and the ropes to help him rise
back to his feet, where he lifts the title into the air for another
massive cheer!  Ashner is about to exit the ring, when suddenly, a
simple, haunting hollow reed flute melody sounds out, piercing
through the audience. In seconds though, the flute is quickly drowned
out by the loud and manic rhythms of Japanese tyko drumming. The crowd
begins to boo as a name is spelled out on the massive monitor: N-A-J-A.
As the drumming reaches a crescendo, Naja Takemara stalks out from
behind the curtain, his shoulder heavily taped from the Submission
Match, with a microphone in his other hand.)

NAJA:  "SKYE ASHNER!  SKYE ASHNER!  Naja watched your match tonight,
and he thinks you're a very lucky man.  But you see, Skye ... your luck
is about to end.  Because Naja still has ONE Title Match coming to him
as a result of my Stunning performance in the Apocalypse Match!  And
Skye ... that one Title Match ... IS NOW!!!"

(Takemara suddenly charges down the aisle, holding his damaged shoulder
close to his body.  Skye Ashner backs into the ring, limping, and
holding out his hands to try and reason with Takemara.  Stanwycz looks
around for some kind of instruction, until he finally realizes the
choice is in his hands ... and he calls for the bell!)


**DING DING DING**

Ashner suddenly realizes the predicament he's in,
having to defend the Championship in two consecutive matches!
He shakes his head, still gasping for air,
as Naja darts in with near-fresh quickness,
and easily grabs hold of Ashner's right leg.
However, Skye immediately counters with an inzugiri kick,
nailing Naja in the back of the head!
Skye quickly rolls him over for a pinfall,
and Stanwycz drops down to count:

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Naja slips out from underneath Ashner,
rolling over on top of the Champion,
easily reaching up to grab his legs,
pulling them upwards,
and crossing them into the Rising Sun!

RM:  "This is not right, Hollywood!  Naja Takemara has had well over an
hour to rest since his match against The Vindicator!"

HP:  "I don't give a crap what's fair, Manning ... I just want to see
someone ... ANYONE ... take that damn title from Ashner!"

Ashner is trapped in the middle of the ring,
as Stanwycz moves in to ask him for a submission.
Ashner shakes his head repeatedly,
reaching out for Dale and screaming "WHY?!"
Stanwycz is taken aback by this reaction,
but maintains his position,
Ashner struggles to reach for the ropes,
but sees they are several feet from his grasp.
Skye looks out to the crowd,
seeing his fans cheering him on to make a comeback,
when his body finally gives way,
and he submissively nods his head, 
tapping the canvas with his hand!
Stanwycz calls for the bell!


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "Your winner, and the NEEEEEEEEEEEW DCWL GRAND CHAMPIOOOOOOON ...
NAJAAAAAAAAA TAKEMAAAAAARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

(Naja leaps to his feet and snatches the title away from Dale
Stanwycz's hands, and climbs up the turnbuckles to show off his cheaply
won Championship.  However, Naja is met with nothing but loud jeers
from the crowd!  Takemara hops off the turnbuckle, goes back to
Stanwycz, ordering him to make the crowd cheer him, but Dale shrugs his
shoulders, and returns to checking on Ashner.)

RM:  "I don't understand this at all, Hollywood ... I thought Naja
Takemara fought for honor, but this kind of victory - especially for
the Grand Championship - holds no honor at all."

HP:  "Honor?!  BAH!  Ashner ain't the champ anymore, bottom line!"

(Naja hops up to the turnbuckles again, hoping to change the minds of
the fans by raising the title up again, but the boos are even louder
now.  Finally, he gives up and storms off to the backstage area with
the title belt.  Meanwhile, Dale Stanwycz is leaning over Ashner,
calling out for a medical team, when suddenly...)


*! THWACK !*

(Jackson Hunter is back in the ring, and attacks Stanwycz with a steel
chair to the back of the head!  Stanwycz lets out an unexpected scream
of pain, arching his back, as Hunter throws the chair aside, then locks
Dale into a Dragon Sleeper, followed by locking in a leg scissors
around the waist of Stanwycz!  The crowd is now RIOTING with wild boos,
throwing trash into the ring!  Still, Jax refuses to release the hold
on The Mirror!)

RM:  "What on earth is Jackson Hunter doing?!  Why would he want to
attack Dale Stanwycz!?  He lost this title match fairly, in the middle
of the ring!"

HP:  "It's not true, Manning!  Jax had the title WON!  It was IN HIS
FREAKING HANDS!  And Stanwycz not only took it away from him, he then
turned around and handed the title to Naja Takemara!"

(Jackson Hunter continues wrenching on the hold, gritting his teeth as
he pulls with all his might on Dale's head.  Suddenly, the crowd cheers
wildly, as Tawny Blake charges out from the backstage area!  Hunter
sees her sliding into the ring, and he quickly releases the hold.  Jax
slithers out of the ring, as Dale Stanwycz slumps down onto the canvas
next to Skye Ashner.  Tawny is quick to check on both of them, as
Jackson Hunter staggers away from ringside with venom in his eyes.)

HP:  "What a freaking night!"

RM:  "You said it, Hollywood ... and we are completely out of time. 
There are A LOT of unanswered questions that will need to be dealt with
at the next episode of Total Dementia!  Don't you dare miss it, folks! 
Good night, and thank you for joining us for Cornerstone Revolution!"

(Our final shot is in the ring, with Dale Stanwycz groggily sitting up
on the canvas, while Tawny Blake checks on both him and Skye Ashner
with a concerned look, as the camera fades to black.)

Your gentle reminder.

2010-03-18T19:12:00.002-06:00

A reminder now that your Day Two CR5 Oncards are due no later than 11:59 MST. No extensions, as I will have the show out at some point on Saturday.

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Website Extra - from "CR5 (Day One)"

2010-03-15T22:38:00.000-06:00

[Cut backstage to intrepid reporter Blaze Crimson, standing in front of a DCWL logo. She appears unamused.]

BC: I really have to do this, don't I?

[Sigh.]

BC: Ladies and gentlemen, the first DCWL Dangerous Champion Derrick L. Ford.

[Derrick steps into frame, a wide smile beneath the brim of his white stetson hat. He is, otherwise, dressed for battle.]

DLF: Bet you thought you'd never have the pleasure of interviewing me again, huh?

BC: Thought? No. Hoped, however, is a different story.

DLF: Alright, alright. I'll take it from here, then.

BC: Knock yourself out.

[She shoves the mic into his chest and storms off set. Ford shrugs, addressing the camera with the mic.]

DLF: After the Ark, I made a vow that no one would ever take the Dangerous Championship away from me. As the first and greatest Dangerous Champion, the man who made that belt as coveted and revered as it is today, I knew I could not trust another man with the legacy I had created. Some called it foolish. Perhaps, but when your backup plan consists of a cushy six figure salary you can afford to have high standards. When Braddock beat me, I was happy to ride off into the sunset and leave Kyle Hayden to his sinking ship.

[He shakes his head, frowning.]

DLF: Despite my reserve status, I didn't think anything could bring me back. If Kyle came to me with a match, I told him to go to hell. I saw any meeting he called, including that pathetic display of an all hands meeting last show, as optional for a true VIP such as myself. No, despite our differences and despite my reserve status, it wasn't Kyle Hayden who caused me to show up at Devil Wears Lycra...it was American Freebear.

[A sneer.]

DLF: American Freebear is a disgrace. A disgrace to Southerners everywhere for his elitism and "progressive' stances. A disgrace to the Grand Championship for whining, not earning, his way to the top. A disgrace, most of all, for being the face of Kyle Hayden's hypocrisy.

[He points at the camera.]

DLF: Some of us busted our asses night in and night out to earn a shot at the Grand Championship. Me? My "shot" was taken from me because Kyle sent Jeffrey Marsh to make damn sure I wouldn't hold that belt. Yet you, Freebear, who had yet to win a one on one match of ANY kind here in the DCWL, were handed a Grand Championship opportunity based upon your...charm, I suppose. It certainly isn't for your talent, considering that you were given two chances to beat a man who wasn't good enough for a title shot and FAILED both times.

[The camera zooms in.]

DLF: So as much as I hate being told what to do by the likes of a "progressive" like Kyle Hayden, I'll make an exception just this once. It's the grandest stage in all of the DCWL. It's in the town that made this league famous. It's Cornerstone Revolution, an event deprived of my talents for far too long. I may not get that depreciated tin around your shoulder, Freebear, but rest assured Maurice Thompson will be thanking me later for my part in his victory. Bear Force One is about to be hijacked, one more time, by the greatness that is DERRICK! L!! FORD!!!

[With this, we cut back to ringside.]

DCWL #13 - "Cornerstone Revolution 5 (Day One)" - March 17, 2010 - Toronto, ON.

2010-03-15T22:00:00.004-06:00

[A few explosions at the entranceway, which is very very very large. For once there is a proper sized crowd in attendance, some comped, some paid. It seems that once again the DCWL has lashed out for production values. And before anything else can happen...]

["She's a Bitch" signals the arrival of the SOW and DCWL Women's champions, Sierra Browne. The Toronto crowd sends up mixed cheers and boos as the curtains part and out strides the ebony champion. Sierra holds both title belts up high and soaks in the very passionate crowd reaction. She is an ebon goddess. Every sinew stands out in high definition by baby oil and bronzing agent, making her skin stand out in sharp contrast against her bright gold lycra halter top and tights. She sashays to the ring, her hips swinging in a naughty rhythm until she takes the ring and the microphone to address the crowd.

Sierra: Toronto, Canada, it's Showtime!

[The crowd erupts anew in a mixture of cheers and boos. No throat is silent. No tongue hides behind a closed mouth.]

Sierra: I've always had a special affection for Canada.

[Cheers]

Sierra: The people here have always understood professional wrestling.

[Cheers]

Sierra: They have never simply gone with the flow and cheered who they were supposed to and who they were not. The people here love a show. Ladies and gentlemen, I am a _Show_ ... the greatest show on Earth!

[She has the crowd adoring her now. They are all cheers.]

Sierra: In fact, you should be blessed to witness my performance these next two nights because you surely don't even deserve one glimpse of Sierra Browne inside the ring.

[And just like that she has them calling for her head.]

Sierra: Just because you appreciate professional wrestling does not mean that you deserve to witness my legend. But you will witness it these next two days. So save every loonie ... save every toonie you have to buy another ticket. Get your cameras ready. Because Toronto, Canada, you are in the presence of glory ... the presence of greatness and these next two nights will be nights you will not forget. You will watch me dismantle four women in this ring and you will have naught to say but "That Bitch is good."

BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!

[Sierra soaks up the invective as if it were honied wine.]

Sierra: Yes, I'm that bitch. I'm that bitch that makes you feel inadequate at night, ladies. I'm that bitch that makes your husbands' heads turn and their hands begin to wander. I'm that bitch that makes you test the jiggle under your arms and ask whether it's the dress that makes you look fat. I'm the bitch that makes you want holler. I'm the bitch that makes you eat a tub of ice cream. I'm the bitch that makes your children depressed because they realise they shall never reach such Olympian heights. I'm that bitch ... but this Bitch is generous, people. I allow you to witness my greatness. And that, perhaps, is the greatest cruelty I can heap on you.

[She drapes her titles over her shoulders and looks out at every section of the crowd before she bows.]

Sierra: Enjoy the show ... bitches!

[Browne hands the microphone and the DCWL belt to the ringside attandant. The SOW Heavenly belt is handed to DCWL Senior Referee Steve Francis. Also in the ring is the silver-haired velvet-tongued ring announcer Buckley Luck, who has busted out his best navy blue suede tuxedo jacket and black bow tie for the occasion.]

BUCKLEY: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall with a forty-five minute time limit... And it is for the Spirit of Wrestling Heavenly Championship."

[Over the tannoy in the arena is Yoshida Brothers' "Mirage."]

BUCKLEY: "Introducing first, the challenger."

[Through the entrance and down the aisle walks Natasha Watkins. Long flowing blonde hair, dark blue eyes, extremely muscular body with textbook abs. She has soft facial features and is surprisingly attractive with dark blue eye shadow. There’s a small tattoo of a green dragon on her left shoulder. She looks like she has been carved out of granite. She makes her way down the ramp toward the ring. She and Browne show no intimidation, staring at each other across the distance until they are both in the ring at the same time.]

BUCKLEY: "Introducing first, the challenger. From Forest Grove, Oregon, weighing in at 142 pounds. Representing the NJWF... NATASHA... WATKINS!"

[Mild pop for Watkins, larger among the smarkier crowd in the building. "Mirage" begins to fade out.]

RICH MANNING: Welcome, DCWL fans to our lucky thirteenth show, and we're underway with the event as we speak. Joining me, of course, is Chris Chazz. Heather Watkins is challenging Sierra Browne for one of the two belts she currently holds. Chazz, what can you tell us about Watkins.

CHRISTIAN CHAZZ: Rich, I'm sure you mean *NATASHA* Watkins.

RM: Oh, right. Gotta stop doing that...

CC: Well, Rich, she's a machine. There's no other way to put it. She's obsessed with wrestling, eats and breathes it. I think Sierra Browne may have met her match as far as pure athleticism goes.

RM: Of course, if Browne defeats Watkins, the NJWF will extend a shot at their BHC Iron Glory title to Sierra Browne stateside against champion Moira Faith, who we last saw stateside in Diamond Star Wrestling.

[Referee Francis presents the belt to both the challenger and the champion while relaying last minute instructions.]

BUCKLEY: "Introducing now, the champion. From Port-of-Spain, Trinidad... Weighing in at 160 pounds... She is the reigning Spirit of Wrestling Heavenly Champion... "THE SHOW..." SIERRA... BROWNE..."

[Mixed pop from the fans. A lot of hate, but also a lot of begrudged respect as well.]

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[Benito begins raining down ham like fists into the face of Paul Doom with unholy fury. Before his opponent can react, Brown shoves B.A. Jive away. He drags Doom to his feet, hauls him up into a fireman's carry, and dumps him over the top rope to the ramp!]

RM: What is going on here?

CC: These guys were partners for years! Buster Brown was like an older brother to Paul Doom! And now this?

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RM: Well, I guess this is a no contest...

[Jive and Pansac are in the ring trying to understand what is happening. Doom looks up to Benito with uncomprehending betrayal in his eyes. Benito just picks him up and sets up a uranage...]

CC: Oh my god, clear the area!

[Benito suplexes Paul Doom from the ramp to the floor, falling into the rapidly dispersing crowd below. Jive and Pansac take action, stepping through the ropes.]

RM: Doom down on the floor... What has gotten in to Benito Brown?

[Brown, a furious look on his face begins verbally abusing his challenged cohort. Someone calls out to him from above, and he turns around.]

RM: "DEADMAN" PANSAC WITH A RUNNING DIVE!

[Pansac leaps off the ramp and right on to Benito Brown!]

HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT!

[B. A. Jive looks like he's about to join them, but a voice over the speakers stops him.]

VOICE: "SATAN COMMANDS YOU TO STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!"

[Jive stops in his tracks, but Pansac tosses Benito right back on to the entrance way and begins to brawl with him. From the entrance waddles Kevin "Satan" Alloy, who intervenes in the fight between Brown and Pansac, separating them.]

KEVIN/SATAN: "Now, Mr. Brown, Satan may no longer be Deputy Commissioner around here, but Satan is telling you to stop!"

[Abruptly, Alloy's mood and expression change. He takes off his glasses and pockets them and he rips the hood off of his devil robe.]

ALLOY: "Don't show these people out here... show it to your new manager Killdozer."

[Benito sneaks up behind Jive and t-bones him off the ramp to floor as well. Joe Pansac springs in to action, but Alloy low blows him before he can offer retribution. Benito and Alloy stand side-by-side on the ramp. Alloy raises his snarling charge's hand, pointing to him.]

RM: Oh my goodness, the former Deputy Commissioner is now managing this monster?

CC: Look at the bodies! Jive and Doom are down and out... and... ohhh...

[At the top of the ramp, Alloy raises Benito's arm again. Cut to Joe Pansac on the ramp. His face is one of contorted rage.]

[The Camera opens upon one Big Mike Foyer sporting a Dallas Stars hockey jersey, blue jeans, brown cowboy boots, his favorite folding straw hat, and a pair of dark amber sunshades, standing beside one Dan Clear backstage. Clear produces a Microphone from, seemingly, out of nowhere and proceeds to address The BMF.]

Clear- Mr. Foyer, you've made quite a splash here in the DCWL since your arrival. You've had dominant victories against two former DCWL Champions, and have been at the heart of a great deal of chaos, confusion, and destruction since your arrival. Many are picking you to be the odds favorite against Leon Corella on Day two of DCWL's Cornerstone Revolution 5. Do you have a game plan going into this match?

[BMF strokes his thick beard, a thoughtful expression on his face.]

BMF- You know Dan, normally I'd have something in mind for my opponent, but really... You've noticed Leon Corella right? How the guy isn't quite... all there? You know what I'm saying?

[Dan nods in agreement.]

Clear- That I do Big Mike.

[Big Mike chuckles.]

BMF- One minute, he's threatening wholesale slaughter, the next he's crying and talking about how sorry he is. Don't believe me? Go check out the DCWL site for yourself. There's a video of him being pathetic! Cry me a f*cking river, Leon. I don't need a gameplan against that. All I have to do is show up and do what I do best, beat the ever loving hell out of him.

Clear- So your theory is, that because Leon is completely mentally unbalanced that he will be easy prey for a guy like you?

[BMF arches his brow at Clear.]

BMF- Dan, pay close attention to what I'm saying. Leon is a complete nut bag. He is out of his depth and completely unprepared for what I'm bringing. Yes, he will be easy prey.

[Looking off thoughtfully for a moment, Dan nods his head then looks back to BMF.]

Clear- What about your the rumors that your Uncle, Thomas "The Body Breaker" Bane may get involved? He and Corella have spoken in private during a show at an independant promotion which he owns and threats were made that if Leon can't get the job done, he will.

[With a nod of his head, BMF answers the question.]

BMF- Well my uncle's still got a lot of fight left in him, but he hasn't seen action since 2003. I'm not afraid or intimidated. He's too old to be fighting and if he shows his head here, I'll kick his ass and buy him a beer for his troubles afterward.

[Clear nods yet again, then proceeds with his interview.]

Clear- During the latest War of the Words, The American Freebear had a few "negative" comments about you. Care to give him a response?

[Big Mike shoots a hard glare at Dan that visibly withered the smaller interviewer. He peels those shades off, adding to the effect with psychotically glazed over eyes. Just as it seems he's about to do something to Clear, he suddenly breaks into a grin, and drops the act.]

BMF- As much as I think it'd be funny to just go to his locker room right now, and powerbomb him through a table full of those BBQ Ribs he's always chawin' on, I don't give a good goddamn what he thinks. The Canadian Care Bear can kiss my ass. Anything else Dan, The Man?

[Clear looks to the camera and back to BMF.]

Clear- Got anything to say to the viewers out there?

[Big Mike looks at the camera.]

BMF- I'm Six Feet, Ten inches tall and Three Hundred and Fifty Eight Pounds of Bad... Mother... F*CKER. I'm the biggest damn thing to hit the DCWL since... well since EVER, and I'll prove that when I'm stepping over Leon Corella's broke ass.

[BMF turns and looks to Dan, holding a hand out to the man.]

BMF- You know Dan, I don't know why people hate your guts. Could be the fake smile and the tupee', but hell you're OK in my book.

[Dan smiles and tentatively takes BMF's hand.]

Clear- Why thank you Big Mike you're the first to... AAAGGGHHH!!!

[And Big Mike gives him a very strong hand shake.]

BMF- Don't mention it.

[He releases Dan's hand and walks off, leaving the man there holding his injured hand.]

Clear- Holy Hell I think my Hand is broken!! Back to you at Ringside Chris and Rich.... Oh God this hurts...

[The scene fades to Ringside as Dan Clear walks off wringing his hand.]

DCWL #12 - "The Devil Wears Lycra"

[Gunderson, Wilson and Lindsay all take their belts and raise them over their heads as they exit the ring. Buzzsaw just shakes his head, unhappy about losing in his debut. Alton West is already up and nattering away to his ringer of a partner.]

CC: Wait a minute... am I seeing what I think I'm seeing? Is Alton west blaming *Buzzsaw* for losing the match?

RM: Again, no one ever accused Alton West of being the smartest or most humble man in the DCWL...

CC: If it wasn't for Buzzsaw, that match would have been over in the first ten minutes!

[All of West's nattering and hysterics bounces off the Hardcore Icon. Meanwhile, The Great Atma stands behind, hunched over, grabbing the underside of his chin.]

CC: Are you kidding? Are they setting him up?

[Buzzsaw turns around.]

RM: POISON MIST FROM ATMA!

[...Which disperses harmlessly into Buzzsaw's shirtfront.]

CC: Well, someone made a miscalculation.

[Atma and Alton both start to beg off, pleading for Buzzsaw's mercy. The crowd, however, egg Buzzsaw on to action.]

*SMACK*

RM: Double lariat to Alton West and the Great Atma!

[Buzzsaw shakes his head and exits the ring.]

[Whimore ignores the fallen Atma, quickly pulling the microphone to her lips as the other members smile at the fallen West brothers.]

Whitmore: Buzzsaw, we saw how well you competed against Unique Element with these two freeloaders as your partners…We know that you’ve been down on your luck lately.

[The crowd begins booing, shouting inaudible things in the direction of K &A, enough to get Whitmore’s attention as she takes her attention away from Buzzsaw.]

Whitmore: Speak, only when you are spoken to..

[Of course her words find more resentment, yet she turns her attention back to Buzzsaw.]

Whitmore: You think the fifty dollars DCWL pays you to show up once month are enough to keep you going? You think Tim McFarland is really looking out for you? What has he done for you in the past five years?

[Whitmore pauses briefly.]

Whitmore: Allow me to spare your time…I’m offering you an opportunity to join Kennedy & Associates, we’ll give you a real salary, more than you have ever made. You’ll taste real food again; you’ll never have to worry about your next dollar again. We can make sure you obtain any championship you desire. Think about it Buzz, if you need us. You can find us here.

[Whitmore takes a card from her pocket, placing it on the turnbuckle behind her. K & A then abruptly leave the ring without laying a finger on the confused Buzzsaw.]

[We are at the parking lot for Cornerstone Revolution V, cameras gathered all around to witness the appearence of DCWL's Grand Championship champion... The American Freebear. Their wait is not in vain, as a spacious limo ponderously makes it's way to the arena, slowing to a halt in front of the entrance doors. The driver steps out, walks towards the back and opens the door for...]

RM: Backstage at Cornerstone Revolution V for the appearance of the American Free-

[Trays upon trays of food! This isn't a backseat, it's a whole fridge! Hors d'oeuvres, foie gras and a big side of beef are wheeled into the arena... Now here comes the American Freebear, driving in with his Mini Cooper!]

Freebear: Thanks for the grub folks, that's stuff means a lot for me.

[He helps himself to some food! Now he's eating it!]

Freebear: But I got a match to go to, so keep the champagne cool until I come back. That son of an oil tycoon thinks he can travel in style, wait 'till he see's me! I'm the stylingest, most elegant flying ursine in professional wrestling!

[He notices a camera, and immediately starts speaking into it.]

Freebear: FORD! We've fought a hell of a lot without ever deciding which of us was the better man or bear! But where you lost your title, lost your spot on the roster; I became the greatest champion this backwards podunk company ever had! I went up in the DCWL! And I'm gonna go further up, further then anyone else here has any right to dream! AND THEN I'M GONNA DIVE!!!

[He laughs, screaming about how nothing can stop a bear that flies. We fade to...]

[We open directly to the members of Unique Element before their title defense; standing in front of them is Maurice Thompson. Maurice bounces on his toes for a moment, seeming full of energy. His mind full of the input from Jenkins and Horne, and thinking of all the guests he has at the arena. Each member of Unique Element seems at ease, relaxed before their 4th DCWL Trios Title Defense.]

Gunderson: If anything wrong goes out there with Corella, we have your back.

Lindsey: Yeah man, something seems wrong with that cat..We won’t be there, but we want you to make it to your title match.

Thompson: I appreciate that guys, I doubt I’ll have a problem with him during or after the match. He’s not focused on me.

Wilson : Don’t take him lightly, we took the West’s and Buzzsaw lightly and almost lost.

Thompson: I see what you mean; Horne has been on me about that.

Gunderson: Listen to him…

[Gunderson looks Thompson over.]

Gunderson: You’ve put on muscle, trying to impress all the people you got tickets for.

[Wilson and Lindsey smile.]

Thompson: Lauren knows how to optimize work outs and supplements, she’s great. I’m looking forward to winning the Grand Championship in front of everyone though.

Lindsay: You’ll be fine; don’t focus on it too much.

Wilson : We better get rolling guys, can’t be late for our own match.

[Fade.]

[Quick cuts between footage. Some of that melodramatic trailer music would go great with this...]

"...The DCWL is bigger than Hayden, Alloy or any one individual on the roster and I am loyal to that more so than any former Commissioner..."

"...You see these letters, the gold of the Grand Championship that you once had, and you start getting a hankering for the good ol' days..."

"...I'm not done making stars, James..."

"...You miss the feeling of being on top, of peering at us little folk through the glass ceiling..."

"...I've still got one Main Event calibre bullet in my chamber..."

"...You want to hold me down? Then let the legendary Jackson Hunter try, one on one, at the event that made him a star..."

"...I'll see you in Toronto for Cornerstone..."

"...Jackson Hunter, the greatest wrestler in DCWL history, is a myth."

"...I'll make you look like a million bucks, James..."

"...Just watch me..."

"...Just watch him."

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WINNER and STILL CHAMPION - James O'Connor (Pinfall, 16:41)

CC: I hate to be the one to have to say this, since I've known Jax ever since he hit the big time in 1998, but he stank up the joint. Thank goodness that's over.

[Hunter collapses against the ropes, a look of absolute despair creeping across his face.]

RM: James O'Connor retains the SOW Warrior Championship and he's going back to San Francisco to defend the belt on Spirit of Wrestling Sundown.

CC: And he's going to No-Cal alone.

[O'Connor snags his belt and glares back at Hunter, a nasty smirk on his face. He mimes holding a revolver, pulling the trigger as he walks up the aisle.]

CC: Well... Manning, not every comeback can be storybook comeback. Jax is always welcome back here. But in my opinion, it shouldn't be in the ring.

[Hunter stands up unsupported, finally, and looks around at the Toronto audience. A smile creeps on to his face.]

RM: But still, this DCWL Icon is willing to...

[He tails off as Jax begins laughing, then out and out cackling. He keeps laughing bitterly as he exits the ring, eyes crazed.]

CC: Yeah, that's not very creepy. Yeesh.

[We open upon within the open hallways backstage to find Dan Clear with a bandaged right hand and a microphone in his left.]

Clear- I'm back with another interview, this time -surprisingly- with none other than Leon Corella.

[The Camera pulls back to reveal the former DCWL Grand Champion sporting a rough beard upon his face. Despite that, he actually appears well rested for a change]

Clear- You're looking alot better than what we saw in your last two video promos.

[Leon took in a deep breath.]

Leon- Well, War of the Words was a mistake. That was shot just after DCWL last event, The Devil Wears Lycra, and my head was still in that "Kill everything that moves" mentality. I forgot about it being recorded until I saw it air and I deeply regret what I said to Maurice Thompson. Big Mike, not so much. I still feel the same way about him now as I did when I was beating him all over the damn arena.

[Clear nods his head.]

Clear- From what I've gathered, your latest promo has cost you a great deal of respect amongst your peers here in DCWL, and may have hurt your connection with the fans. It will be rather difficult to regain their trust.

[The former champ looks to the ground for a moment and shakes his head.]

Leon- What can I say, Dan?

[He then looks back to Dan Clear with a somber expression.]

Leon- I can't hold it against any of them. I relasped, albeit briefly, back into the man I used to be. I almost let "The Perfect One" come back into our lives, and not only would that be destructive to the DCWL, but it would ruin whatever chances I have left of becoming the Legend that I know, deep in my heart, I could be if I could just keep it together long enough to accomplish that.

Clear- Big Mike Foyer claims he doesn't need a gameplan against you in the Barbwire Hell match tomorrow. What's your game plan, Leon?

[Corella tilts his head back and folds his arms across his chest, looking on thoughtfully for a moment, then back to Clear.]

Leon- I'm bringing the violence. I have to match him move for move, and the only way to do that is to embrace the hardcore nature of the match while playing against his weaknesses. Big Mike has a tunnel vision mentality in matches, and tends to become so focused on his target that he literally sees nothing else. I intend to fully exploit that weakness to it's fullest. I won't play his game, strength vs. strength is where he is at his absolute greatest, and trading blows wouldn't be a smart tactic either.

[Leon looks directly into the camera, his eyes more focused and determined than they have been in months.]

Leon- I am faster, more skilled, and greater conditioned than he is. If all else fails, I could just let him wear himself out.

[He then looks back to Clear.]

Clear- Well you've sold me, Mr. Salesman. What about your opponent for tonight, Maurice Thompson?

[Leon slips his hands into his pockets and nods.]

Leon- Maurice is perhaps the best thing going in DCWL right now. He's probably the only guy here who keeps himself at my level of physical conditioning. I probably have a strength and reach advantage, as I am the bigger, heavier man, but that also puts me at a disadvantage in terms of speed. The kid's going to dance circles around me so I'll have to really be on my toes against him. It'll be exactly the opposite of facing Big Mike Foyer. Thompson has the skill, the courage, and the tenacity to make this match more than merely interesting.

[Another curt nod from Corella.]

Leon- We'll just have to wait and see how it goes.

[Dan scratches his head, looking on at Corella during that entire deliberation with a surprised expression.]

Clear- This is such a surprise, seeing you as lucid as you were the day you came into the DCWL. I thought for sure that Big Mike Foyer had completely fried you out.

[Leon smirked.]

Leon- I've been fried for a long time, Dan. I don't want to be that guy anymore, I want to be better than that. I want to be better than "The Perfect One".

Clear- Hard to top Perfect, ain't it?

Leon- Not when Perfection is a lie. I think we're done here, Dan. If you'll excuse me, my match is coming up.

[Leon steps off camera, leaving Dan Clear standing there quite puzzled by this turn around.]

Clear- I'm so confused... Rich, Chris... back to you...

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WINNER - Derrick L. Ford (Hansen Lariat, 18:26)

RM: FORD WINS!

CC: DERRICK FORD PINS THE GRAND CHAMPION!

[Ford rolls out of the ring and accosts the timekeeper for the Grand Championship belt. He parades around with it for a while before casually tossing it back into the ring. It plops in front of American Freebear, who looks to be catatonic with shock. Ford walks up the ramp as though he had no opponent to acknowledge. A few fans even cheer him as he goes.]

CC: Man, you talk about two people with a lot on their minds going into the main event tomorrow. Thompson and Freebear are really going to want to prove something in the best-of-three match tomorrow.

RM: Derrick Ford returns to the DCWL to haunt American Freebear... Leon Corella scores another fall on Maurice Thompson... These two are really going to want to tear each other apart!

[At the entranceway, just as Ford exits, Maurice Thompson enters. He catches the attention of the Grand Champion in the ring, and then mimics Leon Corella's "that's the way it goes" shrug. Freebear is not amused.]

RM: That wraps up Day One of Cornerstone Revolution 5, fans! We're not done yet, because if the DCWL is going to go, we go out with a bang! Leon Corella and Mike Foyer in a submission deathmatch! Curtis and Sledge in the cage! Sierra Browne defends the Sirens belt against four challengers! And Thompson versus Freebear for the Grand Championship! All that is tomorrow night! Don't you miss it! Good night from the Center of the Universe!

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DCWL Classic - The first Cornerstone Revolution Main Event

2010-03-14T13:10:00.000-06:00

Cornerstone Revolution was first held in Toronto on August 30, 2003. The main event for that card was a three-way dance for the Grand Championship. The defending Grand Champion Vindicator was one of the greatest showmen the DCWL had ever seen. Challenger Mark Haley was a crossover Hollywood star looking to prove himself in another genre. The other challenger Tawny Blake was already a previous Grand Champion and was considered the heart and soul of the DCWL. By the end of the match, one would be changed forever, one would never reach these lofty heights again, and one would make a deal with the darkness...

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PA: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN ... it is now time for the MAIN EVENT of
tonight's Supercard Extravaganza, CORNERSTONE REVOLUTION ... and is a
Triangle Match for the DCWL GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP!!! The winner will be
the first wrestler to score a fall over BOTH of their opponents, and
has NO TIME LIMIT! Introducing first..."

(The arena lights go out, leaving a thick cloak of darkness as the
smooth notes of the opening guitar and bass lines of "Duck and Run" by
Three Doors Down flow over the crowd, sending the fans into a frenzy.
The music builds, and the drums grow in intensity, until a deep booming
voice reverberates throughout the arena.)

"SHOW'S OVER!"

(With that, the heavy chords kick in as a blindingly bright pyrotechnic
display of blue, silver, and white fireworks go off around the
entrance. As the arena lights begin to flash different colors, from
blue to green to red to yellow to purple to white, the light from the
fireworks fades, revealing "Mr. Showtime" Mark Haley standing on the
stage with his head down, arms extended down and out to his sides. He
whips his hair back and raises his arms slowly, basking in the cheers
of the thousands of his fans. Then he suddenly drops his arms, sending
more fireworks into the air before he storms to one side of the stage,
pumping his fists and yelling to his fans energetically. He then heads
to the other side, playing to the crowd there as well before he strides
back to the center of the stage and starts down the ramp.)

# To this world I'm unimportant #
# Just because I have nothing to give #
# So you call this your free country #
# Tell me why it cost so much to live #
# Tell me why #
# This world can turn me down #
# But I won't turn away, yeah, oh no #
# I won't turn around #

PA: "... hailing from Los Angeles, California ... and weighing in at
252 pounds ... here is 'MR. SHOWTIME' MARK HAAAAAAAAALEEEEEEEEEY!!!"

(Mark Haley is athletic and muscular; he was already in good shape
during his action movie days, but he's trained even harder since going
into wrestling. He has a long, blond mane of hair that cascades down to
his shoulders, and deep, penetrating brown eyes. Mark is rather
attractive--most famous actors are these days, especially the action
movie stars--handsome enough to draw females into the wrestling
audience that might not be there otherwise. He is clean-shaven, with no
scars, tattoos, or body piercings. He wears dark blue wrestling pants,
matching wristbands, and black fingerless gloves, elbow pads, and
boots, as well as his trademark thin black sunglasses.)

# All my work and endless measures #
# Never seem to get me very far #
# Walk a mile just to move an inch now #
# Even though I'm trying so damn hard #
# I'm trying so hard #

(As the music continues, Showtime cockily strides down to the ring,
stopping often to high-five fans and play to the crowd the whole way
down the ramp. However, he is stopped in his tracks at the sight of
Jack Ketch. Haley looks around for the medical team that should be
helping him, but upon seeing none, Haley just shrugs his shoulders, and
continues on his way to the ring!)

# This world can turn me down #
# But I won't turn away #
# And I won't duck and run #
# Cause I'm not built that way #
# When everything is gone #
# There's nothing there to fear #
# This world cannot bring me down #
# No, cause I am already here, oh no! #
# I'm already here, down on my knees #
# I'm already here, oh no, I'm already here #
# I must have told you a thousand times #
# I'm not running away #

(He slides under the ropes and walks around the perimeter of the ring,
looking out to the crowd with arms high as he soaks in their cheering.
Mark quickly climbs up on the nearest turnbuckle, pumping his right arm
as he looks over the roaring crowd, then jumps down and swiftly strides
to the opposite turnbuckle to do it again. Then he walks to one of the
ropes, removes his sunglasses, and tosses them over the ropes into the
audience, where several people scramble to try and catch it before one
lucky person ends up with the treasured shades. The lights come back up
and the music fades as Showtime heads to his corner and stretches a bit
in preparation for the match.)

# After all you put me through, you think I despise you. #
# But in the end, I want to thank you #
# cause you made me that much stronger#

PA: "... And the second challenger..."

(Silver fireworks soar through the air and pyro pots explode as
Christina Aguilera's "Fighter" blares over the speakers.)

# When I, thought I knew you #
# Thinking, that you were true #
# I guess I, I couldn't trust #
# Called your bluff, time is up #
# 'Cause I've had enough #
# You were, there by my side #
# Always, down for the ride #
# But your, joy ride just came down in flames #
# 'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm #

(The fans pop as the curtains part, revealing the athletic, lithe form
of Tawny Blake. The young blonde wears a white, tank top and silver
tights. She completes the look with silver, platform boots, her long,
blonde hair falling straight down her back. A smile moves across her
face as she stands atop the entrance ramp for a moment, waving out to
the crowd.)

# After all of the stealing and cheating #
# You probably think that I hold resentment for you #
# But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong #
# 'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do #
# I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through #
# So I wanna say thank you #

(Suddenly, her gaze turns towards the ring and her face turns serious
and determined. She descends the ramp and walks down the aisle,
slapping hands with the cheering fans. As did Haley before her, Tawny
is shocked to see Jack Ketch laying motionless on the concrete floor,
but her focus is too great to be drawn there for long, as she walks
away from Ketch, and up the ring steps.)

# 'Cause it makes me that much stronger #
# Makes me work a little bit harder #
# It makes me that much wiser #
# So thanks for making me a fighter #
# Made me learn a little bit faster #
# Made my skin a little bit thicker #
# Makes me that much smarter #
# So thanks for making me a fighter #

PA: "... hailing from Manhattan, New York... and weighing 193
pounds... the DCWL's First Lady... TAAAAAAAWNY BLAAAAAAAKE!!!"

(The blonde beauty gracefully enters the ring and mounts the second
turnbuckle, waving to the crowd. She then hops down and performs a few
warm-up stretches, awaiting the start of the match.)

PA: "... And their opponent ..."

(The lights go out in the arena and the eerie, but majestic Gregorian
chants begin. Red and green lasers form a V at the entranceway, while
the words "Metropolitan MEGAstar" scroll across the video screen.)

PA: "... hailing from the unknown parts of New Jersey ... weighing in
at 275 pounds ... here is the reigning DCWL Grand Champion ... THE
VINDICAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOR!!!"

(Various profile shots of Vindy are shown, as well as Vindy in action.
Just then, the Vindicator bursts out of the backstage area. He's
wearing black vinyl pants with forest green and maroon V designs down
the sides. His long dark brown hair is tied in a braid. Vindy's
perfectly chiseled physique is oiled up and he's got gold tape
around his wrists. Vindy looks to the crowd with a smug look on his
face and gives the V symbol, before pointing to the DCWL Grand
Championship belt, and smiling again. He hops on the apron and
flips over the rope right into a flex for the crowd.)

RM: "I think it's safe to say that there's never been a more
self-confident Grand Champion in the history of the DCWL!"

HP: "Don't you mean extremely freaking deluded?!"

(The Vindicator turns, and looks down at the bloodied body of Jack
Ketch, repulsed at the sight. He turns to the referee, and summons him
over, pointing down at the former DCWL Grand Champion and complaining.
Suddenly, Mark Haley runs at the Vindicator, and attacks him with a
flying elbow, knocking the Vindicator down onto the mat! The referee
immediately calls for the bell.)

**DING DING DING**

The Vindicator is down on the canvas,
with the title belt still around his waist,
as Mark Haley lays in with a series of stomps to the head!
Tawny Blake looks up from her pre-match stretch,
surprised to see that the match has begun prematurely!
Haley unstraps the belt from Vindy's body,
and yanks it up into his own hands!
The Vindicator suddenly springs up to his knees,
paranoid about the belt being in ANYONE else's hands,
just as Haley winds up with the gold belt,
and smashing it across the side of Vindy's head!
The Champion crumbles back to the canvas,
as the referee moves in to snatch the title away from Haley.

RM: "Mark Haley will have to be careful with those sorts of attacks in
this match, as a fall can end on a disqualification!"

HP: "What?! You mean to tell me that if The Vindicator gets his ass
disqualified twice, he could conceivably save his freaking title?!"

RM: "Well, yes ... if EVERY fall in the match ended in a
disqualification or countout, The Vindicator will actually retain the
title belt! However, if even ONE pinfall or submission factors into
it, the Championship is eligible to change hands!"

Tawny Blake slowly moves in on her two opponents,
as Haley smashes a series of knee drops into Vindy's ribs.
Suddenly, Haley is caught by surprise,
as Tawny spins him around from behind,
moves in with a stiff kick to the gut,
and then executes a jawbreaker on Showtime,
sending him sprawling to the canvas!
The Vindicator begins rising up from the mat,
with a cocky grin on his face.

HP: "There ya have it, humanoids! The freaking Vindicator has won
Tawny's favortism in this damn match with teddy bears and ...
*shudders* ... Vindi-kisses."

Haley shakes out the cobwebs,
and starts slowly rising to his feet,
but The Vindicator begins raining punches down on Haley,
as Blake goes to the stomach with a series of kicks!
Haley tries to cover up on both ends, but to no avail.
Blake turns and runs towards the ropes,
as the Vindicator swings in front of Haley,
wraps his arms around Haley's thighs,
picking Haley up into a cradled bearhug,
allowing the rebounding Blake to leap towards her opponent,
and execute a beautiful jumping side kick to Haley's spine!
Haley screams in pain,
as The Vindicator uses the momentum of Tawny's strike,
and slams Haley to the mat, spinebuster-style!

RM: "Mark Haley simply couldn't have anticipated this turn of events!
It's a complete double team effort by The Vindicator and Tawny Blake!"

HP: "All those friendly freaking conversations and fits of laughter,
it was all a damn ploy! HA!"

With Haley down on the canvas in a great deal of pain,
Tawny Blake glances at the Vindicator,
each nodding to each other,
in an obvious agreement to proceed to step two of their plan!
The Vindicator suddenly drops down onto his back,
and Tawny Blake drops down on top of him,
calling the referee over to make the count!
The referee drops into position:

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THREE!!!

**DING DING DING**

PA: "The winner of the first fall ... TAWNY BLAKE!"

Haley is beginning to stir on the canvas,
as Tawny rolls off of Vindy, and then onto her own back,
allowing The Vindicator to fall on top of her,
in another pinning position!

HP: "HOLY CRAP! Do you see what the hell is happening here?!"

RM: "I think so, Hollywood! Tawny Blake and The Vindicator are
offering free pinfalls to one another, so that they can collectively
focus on Mark Haley!"

Vindy is shouting for the referee,
who again rolls into position,
and makes the count:

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Suddenly, a boot smashes into Vindy's head,
knocking him off of Tawny Blake's body!
The crowd goes wild at the averted disaster for Haley,
as he yanks Vindy up to his feet,
and whips him into the ropes!
However, the Champion reverses the Irish whip,
sending Haley into the ropes instead!
The Vindicator charges right in, following with a clothesline,
and as Haley reaches the ropes for a rebound,
he suddenly clings to the top rope,
pulling it down just as The Vindicator runs in,
which sends Vindy over the top rope,
and crashing down onto the concrete below,
mere feet away from the still-motionless Jack Ketch!

RM: "The Vindicator's plot with Tawny Blake has been foiled!"

HP: "Hell, I'm still in shock that we'd even see such sneaky-ass
tactics out of Tawny at all, dammit!"

Now alone with Tawny Blake in the ring,
Mark Haley turns to her with a look of disdain,
over her obvious favortism in the match,
as he starts backing her into a corner with accusations.
Meanwhile, The Vindicator climbs back onto the apron,
but is seen out of the corner of Haley's eye.
Mark Haley leaves Tawny Blake in the corner,
and runs at The Vindicator with a wild right hand.
Vindy ducks the right, shoulderblocking Haley,
and doubling Haley over from the unexpected pain.
At that very moment,
Tawny Blake sprints across the ring,
steps onto Mark Haley's back,
flips over the ropes and OVER Vindy,
diving down to the arena floor,
grabbing Vindy on the way down,
and power bombing The Vindicator to the concrete floor!

HP: "HEY! Wait just a damn second here! If Tawny Blake is supposed
to be working with The Vindicator to target Haley, why the hell would
she just deliberately execute a crazy-ass powerbomb onto the damn
floor?!"

RM: "I have no idea, Hollywood ... but I think this match just got a
whole lot more interesting!"

Inside the ring,
Mark Haley is looking on at the fallen Vindicator,
scratching his head in confusion over Tawny's loyalties.
Meanwhile, Tawny slowly begins pulling Vindy up,
but The Vindicator instinctively shoves his opponent away,
and rears up for a closed-fist punch,
but pulls back at the last second,
when he realizes that it is Tawny standing before him!
Suddenly, Tawny lashes out with a spinning stiff kick,
nailing The Vindicator in the gut,
and allowing her to roll the Champ back into the ring.

RM: "The Vindicator is sticking true to his word, by refusing to use
any dirty tactics on Tawny Blake! Perhaps his feelings for Tawny are
truly genuine!"

HP: "BAH! Rule number two in the wrasslin' business is to never trust
the freaking Vindicator!"

RM: "What's rule number one?"

HP: "Never place your fate in the hands of a freaking woman! Leave
'em on their hands and knees in the kitchen, or on their hands and
knees in the bedroom! HA HAAA!"

As the Champion is rolled back in,
he is immediately struck with an elbow drop from Mark Haley!
Haley hooks a leg for the pin,
and Tawny simply stays on the floor watching,
as the referee drops into position:

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The Vindicator gets his foot onto the bottom rope,
and the referee calls off the pinfall.
Only at this point does Tawny Blake re-enter the ring,
helping Haley to pull Vindy up from the canvas,
before they whip him into the ropes,
and execute a double dropkick on the rebound!

RM: "Not only do I think that Tawny Blake has gone against her word
with The Vindicator, but it sure looks like she's working WITH Haley to
take down the Grand Champion!"

HP: "Women ... if you've got one bouncing in your lap, you gotta know
they're probably bouncing your damn checkbook too! That's why Ol'
Panzerotti will never settle down with just one of them, dammit!"

Wasting no time, Haley spins over Vindicator's back,
and grabs his wrists.
Pulling Vindicator's arms straight back,
followed by wrapping Vindy's ankles around his own,
and planting knees into the heart of Vindy's back,
Haley rolls off to the side,
and rolls Vindicator into a reverse falling angel submission!

RM: "The Champion is trapped in the middle of the ring!"

HP: "After all those two idiots have put each other through, can you
even imagine one of their asses SUBMITTING to the other?! Not a
freaking chance in hell."

Vindicator is yelling in pain, trying to break free,
but has no free limbs available to do so!
The referee asks Vindicator if he wants to submit,
and the Champion shouts out, "NEVER! NOT TO HALEY!"
Haley applies more pressure,
beginning to rock up and down with the hold,
digging his knees further into Vindy's spine!
The referee asks Vindicator to submit once again,
receiving a delayed reaction, "AHHHHH! NO! NEVER!"
Suddenly, unable to watch anymore suffering,
Tawny Blake charges across the ring,
dropping into a baseball slide,
and smashing her feet into Haley's face!

HP: "What the hell is up with this chick?! First she works with
Vindy, then powerbombs his ass on the floor, but now she's helping him
again! Make up your mind, dammit!"

RM: "I think Tawny Blake is torn in her loyalties, Hollywood! She's a
good-hearted woman, and doesn't want to destroy either relationship
outside of the ring, but she still knows what she needs to do to
achieve victory in this all-important match!"

Haley is forced to release the submission,
as The Vindicator rolls away from them,
favoring his lower back as a result of the hold.
Tawny and Haley rise to their feet,
and the crowd's intensity along with them.
They lock shoulders into a tie-up,
and Tawny suddenly hooks Haley's head,
rolling into a small package!
The referee counts:

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KIKCOUT BY HALEY!

RM: "Let's not forget that Tawny Blake has already scored a pinfall
over The Vindicator, meaning that she can take ANY sort of fall over
Mark Haley to become the new Grand Champion!"

Haley springs back to his feet,
as Tawny sprints into action as well,
bouncing off the ring ropes at full speed,
and leaping at Haley with a cross-body block.
Haley ducks out of the way,
and Tawny flies right into the corner of the ring,
getting hung up on the third rope in an awkward position!
Haley scoops under Tawny's body,
picking her up into a fireman's carry,
and begins to climb the turnbuckles!

RM: "Mark Haley is attempting a high risk, high impact assault on
Tawny Blake, and it does not look good for the First Lady..."

HP: "But it sure as hell don't mean that SHE does not look good! I'll
take Tawny Blake over my damn shoulder any day of the week and twice on
Sunday, if ya know what I mean! HA!"

Haley continues to power up to the top turnbuckles,
with Tawny's body still over his shoulders.
Showtime begins to bend his knees for a jump
when suddenly, The Vindicator comes from behind,
and grabs Haley in a belly-to-back waistlock.
With a shockingly great display of power,
The Vindicator lifts Haley, who is still carrying Blake,
and falls backwards into a belly-to-back exploder suplex,
tossing both Haley and Blake behind himself!
Out of control at the apex of the throw,
Tawny Blake flails for bearings,
and ends up crashing onto the mat hard,
landing awkwardly on her neck and left shoulder.
Haley lands hard on his back,
knocking the air out of himself momentarily,
and leaving The Vindicator heaving for breath,
before he slowly rises up with the use of the ropes!

HP: "DAMN! Triple Decker Superplex by The Vindicator! I knew he had
it in him, Manning!"

RM: "The Champion finally has control of this match for the first time
since Tawny Blake hit that powerbomb on the concrete!"

Vindy looks around at his fallen opponents,
seeing his opportunity to get back on track.
The Vindicator walks past Mark Haley,
and drops down on top of Tawny Blake,
covering her loosely for a pinfall.
The referee drops into position, and counts:

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KICKOUT BY TAWNY BLAKE!

The Vindicator darts up from the canvas with wide-eyes,
fully expecting to have Tawny stay down for the three count!
Vindy leans over Tanwy's body,
whispering into her ear about their earlier pact,
and then drapes himself over her again for the pinfall.
The referee counts:

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TWO
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ANOTHER KICKOUT BY TAWNY BLAKE!

HP: "What the hell is your damn problem, Vindy?! She ain't gonna give
you that fall back for free, idiot!"

RM: "The Vindicator still thinks he has a deal with Tawny Blake, but
it's all unfolding in front of his eyes! Tawny has stolen a pinfall
from the Champ, and she's not giving it back!"

Mark Haley is slowly starting to move again,
diverting Vindy away from his inner-turmoil over Tawny.
The Vindicator rises to his feet with rage boiling over,
and greets Haley with a series of wild punches to the head!
Haley is overwhelmed, and backed into the corner,
where Vindy continues his assault with a series of stomps to the gut!
Tawny Blake is slowly rising to her feet,
and leans into the opposite corner to rest for a moment.
The Vindicator grabs hold of Haley's arm,
and whips him across the ring,
where Haley's back sandwiches Tawny Blake into the turnbuckles!
Vindy follows in at full tilt with a clothesline,
but Haley dodges it at the last second,
causing Vindy to smash into Tawny's body,
sending her over the top rope and to the concrete below!

RM: "Tawny lands on her feet! She looks quite dazed, but it's amazing
that she was able to re-orient herself so quickly!"

HP: "Just like a cat ... oh yeah ... and Ol' Panzerotti would love to
adopt that sweet p--"

RM: *interrupting* "NO! Don't go there, Hollywood!"

The Vindicator looks down at his fallen friend,
but quickly turns around to get back to business,
to be greeted with a kick to the gut from Haley!
Showtime quickly applies a standing headscissors,
scooping up the Champion into a piledriver position,
before spiking his knees down for a face-first pancake,
crushing Vindy's head into the canvas!

RM: "THE SHOW'S OVER! Haley hit his signature move!"

Haley quickly rolls over top of the Champ,
hooking his leg for a pinfall!
The referee counts:

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Tawny Blake scoops up Vindy's leg,
and drapes it over the bottom rope!

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THREE!!

NO! The referee sees the foot on the rope,
and signals only a two-count to the timekeeper!

RM: "Haley was SO CLOSE to scoring a clean pinfall over The
Vindicator, and if nothing else that would earn him some bragging
rights!"

HP: "Yeah, but that crazy bitch machine stole it away from Haley's
ass! What the hell is going through her damn mind?!"

Haley's head darts up, glaring at Tawny Blake,
fully aware of what she did to save The Vindicator!
Suddenly, Vindy's fist soars up from the canvas,
nailing Showtime square in the jaw,
and knocking him back onto the canvas!
Tawny quickly takes the opportunity,
hopping back onto the apron,
and beginning to climb the turnbuckles.
The Vindicator grabs hold of Haley's legs,
scooping them up for a Boston crab,
but then dropping backwards,
and catapulting Haley full-tilt into the corner...

*! CRAAAASH !*

... which knocks Tawny Blake off of the top rope,
and sending her crashing onto the steel ring steps!

HP: "She didn't land on her damn feet THAT time! HA!"

RM: "I think the First Lady is out cold! Her body landed on those
steps on a bad angle ... she could be seriously injured!"

Haley staggers out of the corner in a daze,
and is spun around by The Vindicator,
followed by a kick to the gut.
Vindy shoves Haley's head down with arrogant force,
hooks both arms behind his back,
then lifting up and dropping sharply,
with a double underhook piledriver!

RM: "TOTAL VINDICATION! The Vindicator is on fire!"

The Champion hooks a leg on Haley,
and the referee drops into position:

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Haley raises his shoulder up,
but Vindy shoves it back down,
without the referee even noticing!

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THREE!!!

**DING DING DING**

PA: "The winner of the fall, his first of the match ... THE
VINDICATOR!!!"

The Vindicator rolls off of his opponent,
raising his arms into the air victoriously,
as Haley groggily looks up at the ref,
arguing about his shoulder raising from the canvas!
Vindy then spots Tawny laid out on the concrete,
with a trickle of blood on the right side of her face.
The Champion gets a look of stricken worry,
as he quickly slides out of the ring,
checking on Tawny for any serious injuries.
Vindy bends down and tenderly scoops up her body,
with some fans actually cheering Vindy's sense of valor!

RM: "You know, it's one thing to see this sort of behavior outside of
the DCWL Arena between Tawny Blake and The Vindicator, but he's giving
us every reason to believe that he is actually smitten with Tawny!"

HP: "Hell, if Vindy can still feel that strongly about a chick after
what Tawny has pulled on his ass tonight, they deserve each other,
dammit!"

The Vindicator gently places Tawny's motionless body on the apron,
and then looks out to the backstage area for medical assistance.
Seeing none on the way,
The Vindicator rolls back into the ring,
unsure of how to proceed next.
Meanwhile, Haley is back on his feet,
still pleading his case about the raised shoulder.
Suddenly, Vindy charges in from behind,
and delivers a high knee attack to Haley's back,
sending him through the ropes and down to the concrete below!
Vindy quickly looks side to side like a thief,
as a lightbulb has obviously gone off in his head.
The Champion moves back to where Tawny is laid out,
and then drops down on top of her for the pinfall!

HP: "HA! He can't resist the urge to take advantage of the freaking
situation! What an ass-munching dawg!"

RM: "The Vindicator is obviously torn between his feelings for Tawny,
and his obsession with the DCWL Grand Championship! But a pinfall
right now will end this match!"

The referee drops into place,
as Vindy carefully pins Tawny's shoulders down,
making sure not to cause any further injury.
The ref makes the count:

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Mark Haley is rising up from the concrete,
and upon seeing the pinfall taking place,
he makes a frantic charge to re-enter the ring,
but is simply too far away!

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THREE!!

KICKOUT BY TAWNY BLAKE!

The crowd explodes into wild cheers,
as The Vindicator looks down at her in shock!

RM: "Tawny Blake pulled something out from deep within, and is still
in this match!"

HP: "And in the freaking process, she's saving Haley's ass too!"

Suddenly, Vindy is nailed from behind,
with a flying forearm smash from Mark Haley!
The Champion is backed into the ropes,
where Haley follows in with a series of punches to the head,
building some steam and crowd support in the process!
Haley whips Vindy into the ropes,
but the attempt is reversed by the Champ,
sending Haley bounding into the ropes.
On the rebound, Vindy goes for a lariat clothesline,
but Haley ducks underneath the attempt,
hooking his arm under Vindy's on the pass,
and using the momentum to flip back over the Champ's back,
catching his head on the way down,
and executing a roll-over DDT!
The crowd explodes at the stunning reversal,
as Haley slams his fists into the canvas,
feeling the positive flow of momentum in his favor!

HP: "Pin the son of a bitch, dammit! These opportunities aren't gonna
sit there and wait while you have a freaking orgasm!"

RM: "Mark Haley is the only wrestler in the match who hasn't scored a
fall at this point, so he absolutely needs to capitalize on this
situation, and quickly!"

The Vindicator is in a groggy daze,
as Haley moves in behind him, applying a reverse waistlock.
Haley uses all his might to hoist Vindy into the air,
and fall back with a German suplex!
Showtime hangs onto the waistlock for all he's worth,
moving back up to his feet,
and delivering a second German suplex on the Grand Champion!
The crowd is wildly roaring their approval,
as Haley STILL keeps his grip on the waist of The Vindicator,
before rolling to his feet again,
and executing a third German suplex!
Haley bridges his back in perfect form,
pinning Vindy's shoulders to the canvas,
as the referee moves in and counts:

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THR - KICKOUT BY THE VINDICATOR!

A sweeping "OOOOH!" rains down from the fans,
as Haley grimaces at the knowledge of how close he was!

RM: "Mr. Showtime nailed three consecutive German suplexes in textbook
fashion, and still couldn't keep The Vindicator down!"

HP: "Let's just face the damn truth, Manning ... Haley just ain't good
enough to pin The Vindicator!"

Showtime is still on the move,
as The Vindicator is gasping for air,
and desperately trying to rise up from the canvas.
Haley charges into the ropes,
and grabs hold of Vindy's head on the rebound,
delivering a spinning neckbreaker with extra zing,
leaving The Vindicator sprawled out on the mat!
Mark Haley quickly moves to the corner,
and scurries up to the top turnbuckle,
as camera flashes light up the air around Mr. Showtime!
Haley leaps up into the air,
and as he is falling at a rapid pace,
cocks out his elbow to target his foe,
before crashing down with a beautiful flying elbowsmash!
Haley hooks the leg of The Vindicator for the pin,
and the referee counts:

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THREE!

VINDY BRINGS HIS SHOULDER UP!

HP: "HA! Haley is throwing everything but the damn kitchen sink at
The Vindicator, and simply cannot keep him down!"

RM: "Discouragement may be beginning to set in for Haley, which can
easily deflate any kind of momentum!"

Tawny Blake is beginning to regain her composure,
slowly rolling towards the ropes to pull herself up.
Haley is still pushing forward with The Vindicator,
yanking the Champion up to his feet,
and whipping him into the ropes.
However, The Vindicator manages to reverse the Irish whip,
and then drops his head for a back drop,
as Haley rebounds off of the ropes,
but manages to block the back body drop,
and counters by hooking under Vindy's arms,
before hoisting him into the air,
and executing a double underhook piledriver!

RM: "INCREDIBLE! Mark Haley just nailed The Vindicator with his own
finishing hold, Total Vindication!"

HP: "If this don't keep the Champ down, Haley had better start
thinking about opening an acting school in Hollywood, dammit!"

Haley hooks both of Vindy's legs for the pinfall,
as Tawny Blake wipes the blood from her forehead,
and the referee makes the count:

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THREE!!!

**DING DING DING**

PA: "The winner of the fall is ... MARK HALEY! We are now tied at one
fall each, and the next fall will decide the WINNER!!!"

The crowd explodes into cheers,
as Haley rises up from the canvas,
throwing his arms up victoriously!
He turns around with a smile on his face,
coming face to face with a recovered Tawny Blake,
who is not smiling at all!
The crowd is roaring at a fever pitch,
as the two grapplers begin to move in on each other!

RM: "It's like we're heading into the third overtime period of the
Stanley Cup Playoffs! In order to win the match, both Mark Haley and
The Vindicator need to defeat Tawny Blake, and the First Lady is
looking for a victory over Mr. Showtime!"

HP: "WHAT?! You mean to tell me that NO ONE has beaten Tawny Blake in
this match yet? DAMN!"

Haley and Tawny lock up in the middle of the ring,
and the First Lady applies an arm wringer on Showtime,
followed by a series of knife-edge chops to the chest,
backing Haley into the ropes!
Meanwhile, The Vindicator is staggering to his feet,
leaning against the opposite ropes for support.
Tawny goes to whip Haley into the ropes,
but Showtime reverses the attempt,
and Tawny re-reverses the Irish whip,
sending Haley straight towards The Vindicator,
who instinctively ducks down,
and backdrops Haley over the top rope,
down to the concrete floor!

HP: "Showtime can't afford to let his ass stay on the damn floor,
Manning! Leaving Tawny Blake inside the ring with The Vindicator is
bad news for Mark Haley!"

RM: "And for Tawny as well, since she has to score a fall over HALEY
to regain the Grand Championship!"

The Vindicator looks up at Tawny, breathing heavily,
as Tawny Blake takes a gulp of saliva,
before the two begin moving in towards each other,
preparing for their inevitable clash!
They're about to lock up in the middle of the ring,
when the crowd suddenly bursts into wild jeers,
as THE CAPITOL emerges from the backstage area!
His body is wrapped in bandages and filled with stitches,
and is dragging a medical crew member by the collar,
with his trusty 9-iron resting over his shoulder in the other hand!

HP: "Business is about to pick the hell up! HA!"

RM: "The Capitol is either here to extract some revenge on Mark Haley
for his earlier mockery while Cap was on pain killers, or to lend a
hand to his long-time partner in crime, Jack Ketch ... who is STILL
down on the concrete from his earlier run-in with Bedrock!"

The Vindicator and Tawny Blake look at each other with concern,
as The Capitol throws down the medic at the feet of Ketch,
threatening him with the 9-iron to get Ketch some help!
The medic begins providing Ketch with oxygen through his mask,
as The Capitol walks around the ring,
to the place where Mark Haley is slowly rising to his feet,
completely unaware of The Capitol's presence!
The fans are frantically shouting at Haley to warn him,
as he looks out at them in confusion, before turning and...

*! THWACK !*

The Capitol delivers a home run swing with the golf club,
smashing across Haley's face with full force,
sending blood splattering into the front row,
and forcing Haley down to his knees from the impact!

RM: "The referee needs to put a stop to this ... we're still in the
middle of our Grand Championship match, and The Capitol is spoiling it
for us all!"

HP: "Speak for yourself, asswipe! Ol' Panzerotti WANTS to see Haley
get his ass kicked at Cap's hands!"

The Capitol sets his golf club on the ring apron,
and proceeds to get his hands on a steel folding chair!
Haley is staggering to his feet,
as The Capitol raises the chair over his head!
Tawny Blake makes a sudden move to stop The Capitol's attack,
but is held back by The Vindicator,
who is trying to hold back a satisfied grin!

*! SHHTHWACK !*

Capitol smashes the chair into the other side of Haley's face,
causing a gusher of blood to pour from his nose and mouth!
The Capitol then yanks Haley's limp body up,
and dumps it onto the ring apron,
shoving Showtime's body back into the ring!

HP: "Just wait a freaking second ... I think The Vindicator KNEW this
was going to happen! He's got that cocky-ass smile on his guilty-ass
face, dammit!"

RM: "YES! You're right, Hollywood! Mark Haley has been completely
eliminated from this match now!"

As Haley's body lays motionles on the canvas,
The Capitol walks around the ringside area,
with the steel chair still in-hand.
He glances over to where Ketch is laying,
watching as the medic checks his blood pressure.
Capitol then makes another move,
climbing up the ring steps and onto the apron!
The referee moves in to keep Cap out of the ring,
but a quick raising of the steel chair sends the ref retreating,
and The Capitol steps through the ring ropes,
with a twisted grin upon his face.

RM: "What is The Capitol going to do next?!"

HP: "HEY! The Vindicator said he didn't want to hurt Tawny Blake's
ass ... so maybe The Capitol is going to do it for him!"

Tawny Blake is breathing heavily in this tense situation,
as she sees The Capitol's 9-iron laying on the other side of the ring,
and desperately dives down to scoop it into her hands!
The Capitol starts moving in towards Tawny,
but The Vindicator steps between them,
protecting Tawny from The Capitol's violent streak,
bringing about a loud cheer from the fans!
The Capitol smirks at The Vindicator,
and proceeds to raise his chair into the air.
Vindy lifts his arms to block the swing, and...

*! THWACK-THWACK !*

The Vindicator crumbles to the canvas,
having been struck twice,
from the steel chair in The Capitol's hands,
and the 9-iron in the hands of Tawny Blake!

HP: "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"

RM: "NO, IT CAN'T BE TRUE! IT ISN'T TRUE, DAMMIT!"

The fans inside the DCWL Arena slowly figure out what is happening,
as The Capitol and Tawny Blake look at each other,
with wickedly evil smiles on their faces!
The Vindicator is motionless on the canvas,
with blood dripping from where the two weapons struck his head!
Meanwhile, Mark Haley is staggering to his feet,
looking around at his surroundings,
trying to make sense of the images before his eyes...

*! THWACK-THWACK !*

Another double attack from Tawny Blake and The Vindicator,
and Mark Haley has once again been knocked senseless,
leaving his face in a crimson mask of blood!

RM: "IS THERE NO JUSTICE IN THE DCWL?!? IS THERE NO GOOD?!?"

HP: "YES! There is PLENTY of good! And it's in the form of TAWNY
BLAKE, dammit! I think we're seeing the re-formation of ELEMENTAL
DISTURBANCE!"

RM: "OH GOD, NO!!!"

The referee is trying to hide in the corner,
in an attempt to avoid all of this,
as The Capitol looks over at him,
and points down to Haley's body,
as Tawny Blake drops down on top of it,
mockingly hooking a leg for the pin,
as the crowd is rocking the walls with hateful boos!
The referee shakes his head in defiance,
refusing to be involved in such a crime,
but The Capitol quickly moves in on him,
tossing the ref down in front of the pinfall attempt,
with Cap's foot pinning him down in place!

CAPITOL: "COUNT, MOTHER FUCKER!"

The referee is aghast with horror,
as he has no other choice,
but to slap his hand down into the canvas:

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

**DING DING DING**

PA: "Your winner ... and NEEEEEEEW DCWL GRAND CHAMPION ... 'THE FIRST
LADY' ... TAAAAAAAWNY BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!!!"

(The DCWL Arena nearly explodes with a riot of wild jeers, as trash
begins being hurled into the ring! The timekeeper knows better than to
defy The Capitol, and promptly hands the Grand Championship belt to
Tawny Blake, who holds it high into the air!)

HP: "YES! NEW CHAMPION! WE'VE GOT A NEW FREAKING CHAMPION!"

RM: "It's a travesty of justice! It's a crime against every wrestler
to ever hold the DCWL Grand Championship! It's a crime against The
Vindicator and Mark Haley! It's a crime against THESE FANS, DAMMIT!"

HP: "You're feisty when you're angry, you lame-ass monkey humper!
Tawny Blake finally has the respect of Ol' Panzerotti!"

(On the arena floor, Jack Ketch is finally regaining movement in his
arms, as The Capitol and Tawny Blake exit the ring together. The
non-stop jeering continues to storm down on them, as leave Haley and
The Vindicator slowly regaining their senses inside the ring, amidst
pools of their own blood.)

RM: "What a TERRIBLE conclusion to the most important night in DCWL
history! But unfortunately, we are out of time!"

HP: "It's like a dream come true, Manning! We've had a complete
turnover of ever damn title in the DCWL, and at long last, the DCWL
once again has a Grand Champion they can be proud of!"

RM: "I can't even respond to that ... I'm sick to my stomach ... I'm
so sorry, fans ... I'm so very sorry."

(The cameras fade out on the carnage left in and around the ring, as
the fans continue to voice their utter displeasure over this shocking
turn of events, and Tawny Blake is looking out to them, with the Grand
Championship held high above her head.)

Final changes and notes on CR5

2010-03-14T12:57:00.000-06:00

As you may have heard from SOW's Jane Vincent, the match between Jackson Hunter and James O'Connor is for the Spirit of Wrestling Warrior Championship, with the winner traveling down to Pheonix to defend the belt the very next day.

While B.A. Jive and Joe Pansac seem to be relishing the opportunity to be re-united, one member of Doom Buster is raising a fuss. Paul Doom is the same he always is, but his partner Buster Brown (who now wants to be known as Benito Brown) has reportedly refused to speak with Doom or anyone else in the DCWL. Brown was known as the diminutive 5' 8" who fought with a lot of heart, but since Demented Creations folded in 2008, it is rumored he studied under the likes of former Grand Champion Guido Milano and has garnered a reputation as a sawed-off monster on the independent circuit.

It's official: the Corella/BMF deathmatch will be submission or knockout only. And if that isn't sufficient enough, the DCWL proves there's no kill quite like overkill as an explosion has been rigged to detonate at the fifteen-minute mark of the match. Meanwhile, Referee #4 has asked Kyle Hayden to reconsider his drunken termination, although he may now regret doing so, since he has been assigned to officiate Leon Corella and Mike Foyer hitting each other with stuff and things blowing up.

Of note is that Caleb Brantseg / Kalebri Braskovic / that muscular ginger is not part of the "Get Outta Dodge" battle royal. When asked who kept him out of the firing line, Dan Clear attempted to charge us $2,000 for talking to him. We did, however find out that Clear had nothing to do with it.

Also conspicuously absent from the CR5 card are the Annoyed Samoans. Word on the street is that Ozzie, Offramp, Moses and Gabby are "re-tooling" is response to the Samoans cold streak.

Finally, the DCWL is pleased to announce the signing of Michaela Von Neumann to the Sirens division! This 20-year-old high flyer from Baden-Wuerttemburg, Germany has acquired the nickname "the Silver Bullet" for her in-ring speed. Although her singing comes too late to be booked in a match, she will be in attendance in Toronto for Cornerstone Revolution 5!

One more (WOTW)

2010-03-12T22:53:00.003-07:00

[We open upon that hulking form that makes up Big Mike Foyer, seated upon the hood of a bright red 71' Chevelle LS5 sitting in the front yard of a modest brick home with the hot sun directly overhead. His attire consists of a short-sleeved red T-Shirt with "100% BMF" written in bold black letters on the front, blue jeans, a brown leather belt with a gold Brahma bull buckle, light brown cowboy boots, a straw cowboy hat, and a pair of dark amber sunshades. His bearded face is covered with freshly healed scars and a half grin.]

BMF- Yep, I'm still alive. Anybody who thinks what happened to me at "The Devil Wear's Lycra" was too extreme, or over the top is a damn p*ssy.

[Placing one hand on his knee, Big Mike leans forward and tips his hat back slightly.]

So, Leo, you think going guerilla style on my ass means you have some sort of advantage? HAH!

[He scoffs towards the camera and then looks away shaking his head.]

All your attack proved was, you can't handle me in a straight up fight. You have to come in with a sucker punch to bring me down. It was the same way two years ago, and it's the same way now.

[Big Mike snickers.]

You can't win against me, Leo. I already proved it once, at Death of a Lady's man. You threw your best moves at me, and I still came out the winner of that match, leaving you a bloody, twitching mess in the middle of the ring.

[BMF tilts his head slightly to one side and looks back to the camera as a small gust of wind blows up a dust cloud behind him.]

You're a weak piece of sh*t and I will expose the truth about you at Cornerstone Revolution 5. I'm going to not only embarrass you, but I'm going to end your pathetic excuse for a wrestling career once and for all. Then, once you're gone...

[A large grin spreads across his wide face.]

...I'm going to take that DCWL Grand Championship away from your boyfriend, Maurice, or The American Care Bear, and be a greater champion than you could ever hope to be. I'll not only set a new gold standard in what it means to be a champion, but I'll annihilate every motherf*cker who dares to try me. If anybody ever wants to take it from me, it'll be from my cold, dead fingers.

[He slides off the hood of the car and peels those shades from his face.]

I stand Six Feet, Ten Inches tall... I weigh in at 358 pounds of Bad... Mother... F**ker... and I absolutely will not stop until I have everything I deserve. On March 17th, 2010... MY legend begins...

[BMF's head tilts back to look down his nose at the camera, the scene fading out as he stares unblinking into the camera.]