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Larry, Moe and Curly…
Huey, Dewey and Louie…
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Jack, Chrissy and Janet…
Roosevelt, Stalin and Churchill…
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Huey, Dewey and Louie…
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Roosevelt, Stalin and Churchill…
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#Earlier In The Day#
[The scene cuts in just as Maurice Thompson exits his Honda Civic Rent-A-Car. He is followed by at least a dozen reporters shouting questions at him, with a group of photographers flashing his picture. Thompson is wearing a white long sleeve thermal top, white sunglasses, and blue jeans. He walks calm walking to the arena with his back pack on his shoulder.]
Reporters: HWHWJAKWWAWYWABNE!
Thompson: I will meet with the press after the show tonight. I've got a lot ahead of me today...
[Thompson smiles as the questions continue being fired, the scene follows him until he disappears into the arena.]
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[Cut to the interior of the arena in St. Paul, Minnesota. Good crowd tonight, in spite of the increasing cold. About two-thousand in attendance. It look remarkably like the Calgary arena from Plunderland ’09. Hmmm. Anyway, in the middle of the gold, dark grey and teal ring, is the tuxedo-garbed ring announcer Buckley Luck.]
BUCKLEY: “Ladies and gentlemen… welcome to Ark of Triocalypse!”
[Big pop!]
BUCKLEY: “In a few moments, the Trio Tournament will commence in the ring. The winning team moves to the next round, the losing team is eliminated. The last team of three remaining will receive a Trio Championship title shot at ‘The Year We Make Contact’ in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan in January. And tonight, the three members of the winning team will face off in a 3-way contest, with the winner receiving one blank contract, which the winner may use to sign any match he or she wishes in the calendar year of 2010. In the event of a tie in any match, the winner will be determined by our three ringside judges. And now… introducing our judges.
[Pan up the entranceway. The music gives away who the first judge is.]
[Mild boos from the crowd as SPW Ambassador makes his way down the ramp to the ring. Out of habit, he attempts to elicit the microphone from Buckley Luck, but Buckley brushes him off, attempting to look busy by changing blue cards. Spikes looks depressed and takes a seat at the empty ringside table.]
BUCKLEY: "Shootfire Pro Wrestling's Ambassador to the DCWL... HENRY... SPIKES!"
[As Metallica fades out, another theme starts up.]
[Enter to cheering the unofficial mascot of the DCWL. He is in his purple luchador mask, but also a very suave looking velour burgundy smoking jacket. He takes the pipe out of his mouth and raises his arm into the air, saluting the fans and casting aside his cape with a distinguished "VIVA MEXICO."]
BUCKLEY: "...The Head Trainer at the DCWL's Dojo in Boise, Idaho, and profile picture model... the GRRRR GUY!"
[He sweeps by Henry Spikes, offering the former DCWL Commissioner a salute, before settling in to the middle chair of the judges' table, his hands squarely on his hips. He exudes the utter manliness only a luchador in a smoking jacket with a pipe can exude.]
[There is a long pause as the "Master Ninja Theme Song" fades out. After a few seconds, the crowd begins to get restless.]
[Then a third theme hits. And after the first fifteen seconds, the third judge steps out on stage and the crowd, to put it mildly, goes batshit.]
BUCKLEY: "...And from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan... he is the former two time DCWL Grand Champion, and the longest reigning Grand Champion in DCWL history... JACKSON... HUNTER!"
[Spikes looks shocked, even the normally sharp GRRRR Guy is taken aback. Jax has grown some of his hair back, leaving a widow's peak on his head, and he has grown a goatee, but his infamous glare and scowl are as healthy as ever. He shakes the hands of his fellow judges, exchanging pleasantries like old friends.]
RICH MANNING (RM): Welcome DCWL fans to Saint Paul, Minnesota and welcome to the final DCWL card of 2009!
CHRISTIAN CHAZZ (CC): Nine shows in and we're still here, Rich! And I can't believe what I'm seeing!
RM: No doubt about it, Chazz, the show has just begun and already we're shocked by the surprise appearance of former Grand Champion Jackson Hunter!
CC: I thought he was dead or promoting some indy fed in Texas or something!
RM: Evidently not. He's here to sit in on the judging panel; this leads me to wonder: has there been a thaw in relations between Jax and Kyle Hayden?
CC: Yeah, from what I heard, Kyle Hayden ran Jax out of the DCWL on a rail in 2008.
RM: In any case, we're about due to begin the tournament, so let's get it on with Round One!
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[Move Your Body blasts through the arena as Danny Gunderson, Aaron Wilson, and Gabe Lindsay come from the back to cheers from the crowd. Danny and Gabe are wearing white Vision Quest shirts, while Aaron wears a white shirt that reads, "I Survived The BIOTCH Blaster!" in black bold letters. Each have a third of the FMLA Trios Championship around their waist, after winning them on December 5th. Despite their recent success each has a scowl on his face as he enters the ring. Gabe gets a microphone from ringside.]
Gabe: We may have just won the belts around our waist in Mexico, but we _DEMAND_ the New Main Street Killers come out here now and return the DCWL Trios Championships back where they belong!
[The crowd cheers as all three members of Unique Element turn towards the aisle. After a few seconds of silence, Gabe pulls the microphone back up to his lips.]
Gabe: That doesn't surprise us, we didn't think any of you would have the guts to do the right thing.
[Gabe hands the microphone to Aaron.]
Aaron: It makes no difference to us, tonight we're going to prove why we are the best team in the world and sweep the Ark Of The Triocalypse. We didn't go through battles with Complete Control and the Angry Samoans just to be overshadowed. There isn't a team in this tournament or the world that we can't defeat.
[The crowd cheers again as Aaron hands the microphone to Danny.]
Danny: I hope you're paying attention New Main Street Killers, we will get our belts back tonight, and that's a promise.
[Move Your Body blasts through the arena again as Unique Element leaves the ring.]
CC: Um, did anyone tell these guys about the format?
RM: Unique Element had their belts titlenapped back at "Drink Black Hole Brew" in November by the New Main Street Killas. They're making a promise to get them back tonight.
CC: They do know what match is on next, right?
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[Lindsay, Gunderson and Wilson all come through the backstage curtain. Where they are met by the lovely and talented Blaze Crimson.]
BC: Uh... you guys know your match is first tonight, right?
[Unique Element exchange look with each other. Lindsay shrugs.]
VOICE: [offscreen] *sigh* Cue up the music again.
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RM: Already we have our first draw. The judges are tabulating their scores. Chazz, how did you see this match breaking down?
CC: Boy, that was an auspicious DCWL debut for Juri. She really proved that she could hang in there, but then, that's what you'd expect out of someone who trained with "Dark Angel" Josh Curtis.
RM: It sure looked like James O'Connor wanted in there to close the deal, though.
CC: Yeah, that little prick would put us all out of business if he could--
RM: Well, before my colleague gets us in any more trouble, Buckley is standing by!
BUCKLEY: "Ladies and gentlemen, DCWL referee Leonard Gutman has obtained the official scores from the judges, who have rendered a split decision."
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BUCKLEY: "Judge Henry Spikes scores this bout in favor of Team Shootfire!"
RM: Not a terribly big surprise there.
CC: [sarcasm] Yeah, if there's one guy you can count on to be non-partisan...
BUCKLEY: "Judge GRRR Guy scores the bout for Unique Element."
RM: It's all up to Jax here.
BUCKLEY: "Judge Jackson Hunter scores the bout in favor of Unique Element! Therefore, your winner, and advancing to the Quarter-finals, the DCWL Trios Champions... UNIQUE ELEMENT!"
[Unique Element all share high fives and general good-natured sportsmanship. O'Connor is livid, storming his way to the judges table, where he begins heaping abuse on Jackson Hunter. Spikes tries to get between them, but O'Connor takes a wild swing at Hunter, which just misses. But the pull apart brawl is on!]
RM: Very poor reflection on our partners at Shootfire Pro Wrestling from James O'Connor!
CC: The man is bitter, and right there in front of him is a DCWL icon, who he probably thinks lost him the match!
[Cummings and Juri try to pull O'Connor out of the fray, but O'Connor just shove Juri to the floor before he is pried off the former Grand Champion. Jax and James O'Connor glare icily at each other from opposite ends of the aisle.]
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[We open to the back immediately showing, "The Native" Maurice Thompson wearing his ring attire, standing beside him is the ultra strong and muscular Dennis Cyr whom is also wearing his ring attire. The CWFF Galaxy Championship is around his waist, both seem eager to compete. One is led to wonder where the missing BA Jive is, neither have been in contact with the man with the devastating Lariat.Thompson bounces on the balls of his feet before speaking.]
Thompson: You ready to go out there and defeat team SPW? I'm pretty sure we have a good chance at winning.
Cyr: I've been in the ring with you Maurice, you have a good chance at beating anyone. You just need to work on a few things, it's good to be back in DCWL. I wouldn't have expected you to be on national TV since I left though.
[Cyr smirks.]
Thompson: I wouldn't have either, I wouldn't expect all the media attention either, I guess going on Natalye Batukhtina Show really does get you a lot of attention.
Cyr: Just don't let it get in the way of what happens in the ring...
Thompson: I'm not...Unique Element and us have the best teams. When we go out there all of my focus will be....
[Thompson is interrupted the opening of the locker room door, BA Jive walks into view wearing his ring attire his IPod playing, "Enter the Dragon" by Lalo Schifrin. Thompson and Cyr looks at Jive with wide eyes. Jive responses by looking around with a perplexed look. He cuts his IPod off.]
Jive: Something in my fro?
Thompson: Where have you been? We haven't been able to get in touch with you since the brackets were announced...
Jive: Oh...Right...Germany had this festival that celebrates the 80s...And I was there...
Thompson: This whole time?
Jive: Most of it...
Cyr: So, where were you the rest of the time?
Jive: Kansas City...
Thompson: And you didn't think talking about the tournament was important?
Jive: That's what I'm here now for. We have this under control, we go and wrestle...
What else is there?
Cyr: Plenty, but lets not worry about it. We have a lot to accomplish tonight.
[Thompson nods a the three walk off camera.]
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WINNER - Team Dark Angel (Ozzie Emshamo d. Maurice Thompson, Samoan Chokeslam, 29:39)
CC: WOW.
RM: That has got to be gut-wrenching for that young man.
[Cut to Thompson, seated in the corner, listening to Buckley Luck make the official call.]
CC: Twenty-one seconds remaining and he could have taken his chances with the judges... but, man, that's HARD.
[Emshamo has stumbles back out the ring, muttering "spaghetti" under his breath. Tungsten follows shortly, his body oil and fake bake smearing. Joshua Curtis motions to shake Thompson's hand and he accepts. Curtis begins to speak.]
RM: A show of respect for "The Native;" this kid put forth a hell of an effort. What is "Dark Angel" saying to Thompson, though?
[Thompson nods and Curtis rolls out of the ring.]
CC: If I'm not mistaken, he said something along the lines of, "next show, you and me."
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[The scene opens with Leon Corella entering through a side door into the main hallway. We find him sporting a dark mahogany brown leather bomber jacket, gold polo shirt, black pants, and tan leather boots. Upon his face is a message written by with a furrowed brow, set jaw, and the gleam of raw intensity in his eyes. As he passed people by, a man sporting a long dark brown hair, cheap sunglasses, fingerless gloves, and a dark gray rifleman's duster brings him to a halt. That man, is none other than SOW's resident Street Samurai, Spade. He didn't sport his usual smirk and devil may care manner. There seemed to be legitimate concern written on his face...]
Corella- ....Thank you for your help at the SOW show...
[...Spade peeled those sunshades off his face and stepped in towards Leon...]
Spade- ....I didn't do it for you, but the sentiment is appreciated. Let's cut to it shall we? When we argued, I didn't know about what was going on in DCWL. I didn't see you for what you are now, just what you were when we last met.
[...Leon leans his head back a bit....]
Corella- ....I'm going to pay time and time again for my past. I step into that ring knowing full well, each and every night, that there will always be a chance of my history paying my present a visit. I did bad things, sometimes to people who deserved it, sometimes to people who didn't....
Spade- ....Regardless as to all that you did, don't get too caught up in what you were, Leon. The past is like quicksand. It will swallow you whole if you don't find the strength to climb out of it.
[...Corella let slip a slight smirk...]
Corella- ...You know, I too was quick to judge you by your past as well...
[...Spade chuckles, holding up a hand to stop Leon from going any further...]
Spade- Meh heh heh heh... Don't be too hasty. I'm still a spotlight whore, and I'll steal the whole damn show if I'm given half a chance...
[...He fires off that trademark wild grin of his and slides on those cheap sunglasses...]
...I am what I am. Sometimes I'm a crook, but I'm never a criminal, and you'll find that underneath all the flash and cheap tricks....
[...Spade holds his hands out before him, holding out his palms as if to show they are empty. He folds them in and with a bit of slight of hand, he produces five playing cards. A Ten, Jack, Queen, King, and Ace, all of spades, a royal flush....]
...Is a winning hand waiting to happen....
[...With a flick of the wrist, the cards seemingly vanish into thin air...]
...Don't let the cover guide your judgement of the book. Good luck against Beckson.
[...Spade then walked past the #1 contender. Leon looks over his shoulder, watching him walk off...]
...I'm rootin' for ya' man. Kick his Nazi Ass invasion of Normandy style!
[...The Street Samurai threw his fist into the air as he said that. Corella turns, and resumes that brisk walk to the DCWL Locker room where he palm strikes the door open and steps inside. Meanwhile, further down the hall...}
VOICE: No, Dad, trust me, it's all taken care of.
[Alton West, in his lime green ring gear, is speaking into his cell phone. Which is pretty frumpy, considering he's the Greatest Athlete Who Ever Lived.]
ALTON: I'll win the tournament, and when I have complete and total power over the entire DCWL, *then* I'll get Auntie Pearl's gift certificate for Tony Roma's.
[He listens for the answer.]
ALTON: Remember? I'm on the team with Japanese superhero and The Great Atma. I got right of that English guy, remember.
[That English guy, Brian Irwin, has appeared directly in front of Alton West.]
ALTON: Uh, dad? Gotta let you go.
IRWIN: You are a wanker, d'ya'know that? You are right little wanker. Talk about masturbatory fantasies, eh? You replace me, an actual human being... with your own alter ego, eh?
ALTON: Wellllll... if replacing you with myself is masturbatory, what does that make you?
[Irwin's cold stare indicates Alton West's attempt at humor has Hindenberged itself rather severely.]
IRWIN: A little cheap face-paint and watching a few videos of Japanese wrestling and suddenly you've got yourself a new partner? Who in the hell do you think the Great Atma is, eh?
ALTON: Ummmm... him...
[Cautiously, Irwin turns around...]
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[And catches a faceful of green mist from THE GREAT ATMA, who ISN'T Alton West! Irwin staggers around out of the shot as Atma draws his thumb across his throat. Max Turbo appears as well. He speaks in melodramatic Japanese.]
TURBO: [subtitled] {THE TIME OF THE ASS BEAT OF MODERN KILLAS AND CENTRAL ACES IS WITHIN! WE SHALL CONTINUE RAPE TO DAMAGE THEM!}
ALTON: To the ring, Age of the Fail!
[All three make the Max Turbo pose in unison.]
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ALTON: Maybe we should just walk to the ring.
[They do so.]
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WINNER - The Age of the Fail (Alton West d. Ert Williams, Falcon Arrow, 20:37)
[Atma, Alton and Turbo all make the Max Turbo pose once again before exiting the ring. Before Ert Williams can abuse Killa 187, however, the ring is stormed by Unique Element.]
RM: Well, Chazz, we had to see this coming.
CC: The New Main Street Killas being one-and-done or being stomped by Unique Element.
RM: A little of both.
[Gabe Lindsay sweeps Necro Bartender up into a fireman's carry and tosses him into a DDT!]
RM: Lindsay Bomb on Necro!
[Aaron Wilson corners the cowering Killa 187 and smacks him before picking him up into an Electric Chair position. Gunderson has already ascended the buckles and leaps off, catching Killa's head in the process.]
RM: Elemental Match on Killa 187!
[Ert Williams looks to prepare to take his beating, but Unique Element just leave the ring and repossess their Trio Championship belts.]
CC: NOTHING on Ert Williams!
[Ert just looks on sadly, as if to ask where *his* beating is, but Unique Element just ignore him. He looks depressed and gives a sad, weak kick to Killa 187's ribs.]
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[We open in the back, the Puroresu legend Daisetsu Bando wearing a Generation MAX shirt. On a bench in front of him sit the Young Lions, Alexander Davis and Lennox Perkins. Both intently look towards Daisetsu who hands his arms crossed in front of him. Bando begins speaking with his thick Japanese accent.]
Bando: Tonight, we represent the NJWF, over the past few weeks we have trained for this event and I feel both of you are ready. I expect us to defeat team SOW, they haven't spent anytime together and have been sitting back waiting while we have been on tour in preparation for this event.
Davis: McCarey is washed up, he won't be much of a challenge...
Perkins: And when was the last time Chris even wrestled?
[Bando glares at then.]
Bando: We will not underestimate our opponents, if we are to move past them we have to give them the same respect as we would anyone else. They may haven't been on form recently, but we must be prepared to compete against them with that respect in mind. Without that mindset we have already been defeated, trust me I had to learn that when I faced Lief Jutisan and lost years ago.
[Bando pauses. The two Young Lions listen intently.]
Bando: I expect a lot from both of you, you've already shown growth since your graduation from the NJWF Dojo. Tonight, is where your growth needs to continue and that is what I expect of you.
[The scene fades as Perkins and Davis nod their heads.]
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RM: No lack of confidence from the Young Lions of the NJWF. Chazz, you've been scouting both of our special guest's teams. What can you tell us about the next match-up.
CC: Well, Spirit of Wrestling's team is speed, speed, speed. Caranova, McCarey and Spade all wrestle in that junior heavyweight style. They mesh together very fluidly, although the wild card-- to be cliche about it-- is Spade. He plays by his own set of rules and he could be the one to watch on Team SOW.
RM: What about the team we just saw from the NJWF?
CC: Well, Bando is easily the biggest and most experienced member of the team; he uses that Strong Style to his advantage and against Team SOW, that could be the difference maker. Davis is of course the brother of Marcus Davis, but unlike big bro, he uses a very heavily strike-based offence. Lennox Perkins is very strong defensively and very sound technically, and he's only going to improve as time goes on, but I think the difference maker tonight could be the experience of Team SOW. Caranova and McCarey may have some ring rust, but they've been here before and they know how to rise to the occasion.
RM: Teams of three from the DCWL's sibling federations lock up, and it's next.
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WINNER - Team NJWF (Alexander Davis KO. Chris Caranova, 15:03)
CC: ...Mother...
RM: Caranova down, Lennox Perkins down. Spade, McCarey, Bando, and Davis checking on each other's well-being after that.
CC: That was just ruthless there. These six were going balls to the wall on this match.
RM: DCWL trainers and medical staff on scene; Caranova is starting to come around.
CC: I think Caranova just got knocked silly and wasn't able to answer the ref, so Rachelle Bennett did the right thing. If Lennox Perkins had been the legal man there it would have gone the other way for sure, though.
[The audience applauds as McCarey and Spade help lift Caranova off the mat to his feet, and after a few wobbly seconds, is walking under his own power. The trainers are able to sit Lennox Perkins up, but his eyes are glazed.]
RM: Fans, Team SOW won this match, but Lennox Perkins took that Adrenaline Rush HARD and his status is up in the air right now.
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[The camera opens to find the six foot ten, three hundred and fifty eight pound frame of Big Mike Foyer in full ring gear, preparing for the second round tournament qualifiers. He stops for a moment to grab a bottle of Black Hole Brew, Premium Draft. He takes a quick swig of the stuff and shrugs his shoulders.]
BMF- Eh, I've tasted worse....
[...The sound of a door opening and shutting was heard off camera. Big Mike smirks and hooks his thumb in the waistline of his doublet, his head propped to the side ever so slightly...]
...What's up, Adolf?
[...Stepping into view, also in full ring gear, is none other than the DCWL Grand Champion, looking imposing as always...]
Bane- ...Oh nothing much with my Title defense and all...
[...Big Mike moves in on Bane, slapping a hand on his shoulder, a twisted smile on his face...]
BMF- You just say the word, and I'll fuck Leo up, free of charge...
[...Bane peels Big Mike's surprisingly large hand from his shoulder...]
Bane- That will not be necessary. I mainly came in here to apologize for nearly breaking your neck when I beat you at Black Hole Brew...
[...BMF's jaw sets, and the smile slowly fades...]
BMF- One... You knocked me out, but you didn't break a damn thing...
[...He now stood eye to eye with Bane, his massive frame somewhat diminishing the Champion a bit when side by side...]
...Two... Leo has it coming to him. He has it coming to him, BAD...
[...Not backing down from BMF, Bane nods his head in understanding...]
Bane- I understand, Mike. Really, I do. Our kind has been kicked around by Liberal minded people like Leon Corella for a very long time...
[...BMF then narrowed his gaze...]
BMF- I am not your people....
[...Bane's response was a flat stare...]
Bane- Be that as it may, you have to realize that Corella is the type that makes excuses for his defeats, putting elaborate spin campaigns on everything he does just to make himself look better. Look what happened with that n**ger? Maurice dominated him, and he turned around and made it look like he wanted things to go his way...
[...Suddenly, one could almost see the gears turning in Big Mike's head. He looks away, stroking that bearded chin...]
BMF- ...It is true... But I want to end him!
[...BMF looks back to Bane...]
...and I don't care what it takes!!
[...Bane chuckles softly, shaking his head...]
Bane- Then don't interfere with our match tonight. When it's over, you can do what you like, but leave his defeat in my hands. Without an excuse, he will be exposed for what he is... A fraud...
[...BMF smirks...]
BMF- ...and what do I get in return, if I stay out of your match?
[...Bane pats that championship belt on his shoulder...]
Bane- Your day in the sun...
[...He then turns and walks out of the locker room, leaving a perplexed Big Mike Foyer to mull his options over.]
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RM: Well, fans, we're about to begin the Quarterfinals, and right now it looks like one of our teams is down a member. Lennox Perkins is still being evaluated after that Adrenaline Rush from Chris Caranova in the first round, and it looks like he will not be cleared to compete again tonight.
CC: That's got to be a real heartbreaker for him and everyone at Team NJWF. I can only imagine what kind of an empty victory that feels like.
RM: However, Team NJWF is not being forced to forfeit their Quarterfinal match, as long as a replacement for Lennox Perkins can be secured. We'll keep you updated, but right now,we're opening the next round with a HELL of a match.
CC: Yeah, two of the alpha squads in the Trio Division. Unique Element and Horrorshow. These two have been dancing around each other for weeks now and finally they are meeting in the ring. It's non-title, but it'll settle a lot of rivalry between the two teams.
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CC: I would hate to be in the same position of Spikes, Jax and Guy right now.
RM: Do you think they take the previous match in to account with Unique Element, Chazz?
CC: Well, you're supposed to judge a match on a case by case basis, but they are the same judges as last time, and you can't help but take in to account that Unique Element has double the match time tonight as Horrorshow--
RM: Hey, what's Ace... the Governor General doing down here.
[Stevens briskly attempts to strut past the judges table and make his way around to the timekeeper's position, where he scoops up the unguarded Trios belts. He glances either side and then goes for a dead run around the ring to the back. Unique Element realize this and attempt to block the Governor General's exit. Stevens attempts to protest.]
ACE: "I'm the belt inspector!"
BUCKLEY: "Ladies and gentlemen, referee Rachelle Bennett has obtained the ruling of the judges on this contest, and it is a split decision!"
[Stevens leaps the guard rail, like Fred Willard if he were an action hero, and disappears into the assembled crowd. Gunderson, Lindsay and Wilson are unsure whether to pursue the beltnapper or listen to the match results.]
BUCKLEY: "Judge Jackson Hunter scores this bout for Unique Element."
[Buckley Luck now has Unique Element's undivided attention.]
BUCKLEY: "Judge GRRRR Guy scores this bout for Horrorshow."
RM: "It's going to come down to Spikes; think he'll be unbiased, Chazz?"
BUCKLEY: "Judge Henry Spikes scores this bout for Horrorshow as well! Therefore, the winner of this contest, and advancing to the semi-finals of the tournament, HORRORSHOW!!!"
[At ringside, Unique Element look like their hearts have been ripped out, while Mina Eyre, Wolf Masterson and Joe Pansac are all whooping it up in the ring, soaking in the cheers.]
RM: How about that, Chazz? The first meeting of the Trios Champions and the team considered to be the next challengers, and Horrorshow wins!
CC: Luck of the draw, Rich. I'd love to see these six without a time limit and with the belts on the line. I think it could go differently then.
RM: Very good point; I don't think we've seen the last encounter between these two squads. The pace is picking up in this round: let's go straight into the next match. It's the team of Dark Angel, Drake Tungsten, and Ozzie Emshamo against Team Mad Cow, which is rapidly becoming Team Sierra Browne. Let's go back to the ring!
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WINNER - Team Dark Angel (Drake Tungsten d. Mario Speedwagon, 22:45)
CC: I'll be damned! Drake Tungsten did something useful!
RM: Unbelievable rise into the semi-finals for Josh Curtis' team, especially since Mad Cow, Sierra Browne, and Mario Speedwagon had a bye.
CC: Question is, how much does Dark Angel's team have in the tank after these two barnburners?
RM: And on the other hand, Sierra Browne had all the momentum going into the tournament and she got shut out, not necessarily by anything she did. This could affect her going in to "The Year We Make Contact" when she takes on SOW Women's Champion Fiona Casey in a title versus title match. Well, fans, last month we heard the rumblings of a high-profile team returning to the DCWL, and now that the actual event is upon us, we can now confirm the rumors. Logan Braddock selected this team to join up with him in the Trio tournament. CJ Messer! "Downtown" Danny Nash! As part of Team Sledge, they are... The Hype.
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WINNER - Team Sledge (Logan Braddock d. Alton West, Hammer Lock, 27:26)
RM: Well, Chazz, the Age of the Fail hung in there, but it became pretty clear that were outclassed in this match by the superior experience of Logan Braddock and The Hype.
CC: Yeah, I gotta say, what happened to the clumsy and awkward CJ Messer and Danny Nash? These two are freaks!
RM: You have to think that Team Sledge has the tools to go all the way to the finals in this tournament.
CC: No doubt about it. Braddock already has a Dangerous Championship shot lined up, but he might just have to postpone that match and challenge Unique Element next month for the Trios Championship.
RM: Seven matches down, nine to go tonight and up next-- ARE YOU KIDDING?!
CC: What? What?
RM: Fans, a bombshell regarding Team NJWF and the substitution for Lennox Perkins...
CC: WHAT? WHAT IS IT?
RM: We're getting word from the back that... that open slot on the team is going to be filled by DOUG FOSTER?!
CC: What the HECK?!
RM: I'm surprised too, but it seems that Cassandra Whitmore used legal leverage on DCWL management and basically forced Doug Foster onto Tean NJWF.
CC: It's got to be legal leverage. No WAY Bando permits that wingnut onto HIS team. Especially with Alexander Davis on there.
RM: Well, they've got to or they'll forfeit the match and Mike Anderson, TBN and BMF advance to the next round in a cakewalk. Let's just take you down to the ring. This is going to get ugly...
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WINNER - Team Anderson (Mike Anderson d. Doug Foster, Memphis Classic, 14:33)
CC: Is it just me or did Doug Foster get up awfully fast from that Memphis Classic?
RM: Chazz, I don't like what your implying here.
[On the apron, Alexander Davis is livid. Bando is trying to reason with him, but Doug Foster is long gone from the ring. Suddenly Foster appears behind Bando and smashes his custom yellow and red steel chair over his head. Bando crumples through the ropes to the floor.]
RM: Oh come ON.
CC: This Doug Foster is such a sleazy opportunist! He would have let Bando and Davis do the heavy lifting for him so he could advance in the tournament. he probably threw the match just so he could get this out of his system.
[Davis spins around to check on the commotion, but it's too late. Foster jabs the chair into Alexander's abdomen and punctuates it with a shot over the small of his back. The Question drops the chair flat to the mat and scoops Davis up...]
RM: NO! DON'T DO IT, FOSTER!
[Foster leaps with a spinning piledriver and lands squarely on the chair.]
RM: OH MY GOODNESS! Hypothesis Piledriver onto the chair!
CC: My god, someone needs to step up and shut this guy down before he really hurts someone.
RM: NO! NOT AGAIN!
[Foster scrapes up Alexander Davis and hoists him up, delivering another Hypothesis Piledriver on the chair!]
RM: Alexander Davis lands with a sickening thud.
[Foster begins screaming in the knocked out Alexander Davis's face.]
FOSTER: "WHERE'S YOUR BIG BRO, ALEX?! WHERE'S THE DREAM, ALEX?!"
RM: This is revolting. Marcus Davis is out of the country right now, and I can't even imagine what he's going through right now watching this. For Doug Foster to attack a man's family like this...
CC: Opportunity and motive. as far as Doug Foster is concerned, they're one and the same.
[The Question clears out of the ring, meeting a very pleased looking Cassandra Whitmore halfway up the aisle, meeting the trainers as they are on their way down. Bando rolls into the ring to check on the condition of his protege.]
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Shootfire Pro Wrestling presents
"Charity Carnage"
December 27th, 2009 at 12:00 PM
Times Square, NYC
world title ironman match
ANDREW DAVIS vs SAMMY KNIGHT
DAVE PIETKA vs JESTER CHAD ALLEN
womens world title match
POET WRIGHT vs ORCHID
fusion title - nyc streetfight
VICTOR FROST vs EDDIE CHRISTIAN
vs BARRY BALDWIN vs QUINN SCOTT
bring your own weapon rumble
title shot of your choice on the line
BRAD CUMMINGS
COLT MONTANA
FRANK ANTHONY
GABRIEL VAN ZAHN
JOHNNY PAIN
JUNYA "KAMIKAZE" KONTANI
"SUGAR" SHAYNE GRISSOM
"SYCHOSIS" JOE PETROW
"THE BAD SEED" RICH PATTERSON
"THE DREAM" MARCUS DAVIS
http://www.shootfireworld.com/
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[During the break...]
[Two trainers assist Alexander Davis out of the ring, his arms over either shoulder. He is followed closely behind by Daisetsu Bando.]
RM: Well fans, fortunately Alexander Davis seems to be all right, but Doug Foster was attempting to send a clear message to his brother Marcus.
CC: Yeah. Only a chickenshit hides behind lawyers.
RM: CHAZZ!
CC: Well, it's true.
RM: Fans, moving on to our first singles match of the evening, the Dangerous Championship was decided at "Death of a Ladies' Man" in a match between American Freebear and Derrick L. Ford where the current two-time champion made a very poor winner.
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[DCWL #7 - November 4, 2009 - Thunder Bay, Ontario - "Death of a Ladies' Man"]
RM: New champion! Derrick Ford repeats history!
AD: Damn, Ford and Freebear just throwing bombs at each other.
[Ford grabs the belt from Buckley Luck’s table and rolls back into the ring as “Fuel” continues to play over the loudspeakers. Freebear rolls to the ropes and sits himself up.]
RM: Derrick Ford and American Freebear very much set the tone of this match as being a battle of two opposites, and it looks like the rich kid beat out the good old boy, at least for tonight.
[Ford, however, can’t help but take the opportunity to not leave well enough alone. He holds out the belt in front of Freebear’s face, verbally berating him with a big, cruel grin. Freebear is unimpressed as Ford shoves the belt in his face before snatching it away. The new champion continues his trash talk just long enough, and then decides to punctuate it with a smack across Freebear’s face!]
AD: Hey!
[“Fuel” cuts out and crowd goes berserk as Freebear swipes his open palm over the torso of Derrick Ford. Ford doubles over and tries to stumble away, his eyes big as dinner plates and the breath knocked out of him.]
RM: American Freebear has heard enough and that slap from our classless Dangerous Champion was enough to send him over the edge.
[Derrick Ford can’t get away fast enough and he walks straight into another Bear Claw from the Freebear!]
“FREEEE- BEAR!” “FREEEE- BEAR!”
“FREEEE- BEAR!” “FREEEE- BEAR!”
“FREEEE- BEAR!” “FREEEE- BEAR!”
[Ford crumples to the mat and Freebear crosses to the nearest corner. He points upward and his Canadian neighbors roar in approval. American Freeebear begins to mount the turnbuckles.]
RM: He’s going up! This is a 300+ pounder climbing the ropes!
[Freebear climbs to the top rope and dives backward with a Moonsault splash that sends the Thunder Bay crowd into thunderous cheering.]
RM: OH MY GOODNESS! BEAR FORCE ONE ON THE NEW DANGEROUS CHAMPION!
AD: I understand being a little incensed, but time and place, Freebear!
[Freebear picks up the Dangerous Championship belt and holds it overhead. A pair of referees emerge to restore order, and Freebear lowers the belt, draping it on the chest of the prone Derrick Ford before making his exit and heading back up the ramp to the back.]
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CC: That decision sucked. I know the challenger has to beat his opponent, but, damn... that sucked for Freebear.
RM: Ford retains the title by basically goldbricking during the final fall, and so at "The Year We Make Contact," barring Sledge winning the tournament tonight, it will be Logan Braddock against Derrick L. Ford for the DCWL Dangerous Championship.
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RM: And even in defeat, American Freebear remains the crowd favorite.
CC: Hell, look who he was in the ring against.
RM: And now it's gutcheck time in the Trios Tournament. Four teams remain, and after this match, it will be three. Team Dark Angel has won two matches already and they are riding a hot streak, but Horrorshow are rising fast. Let's go back to the ring!
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RM: Another nailbiter in this tournament! Just over ninety seconds and it would have gone to the judges.
CC: Well, the weak link in Team Dark Angel was bound to give out at some point. Imagine what Joshua Curtis could have done with anyone except Drake Tungsten.
RM: And Horrorshow is one win away from a title shot at the DCWL Trios Champions.
CC: And imagine what would happen when those three squared off. They know each other pretty well, and all of them would want that blank contract.
[Dark Angel's team has cleared the arena, and Horrorshow take one last look at the cheering crowd before they pass through the curtain the the backstage. A split second later, and the corwd is suddenly torn.]
RM: And now it's the boss.
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[Commissioner Hayden looks like he went on a spending spree at "Winners" and "The Gap" with his obviously trendy clothing and white leather shoes. He fixes his tie and runs his fingers through his hair. Brief cut to the judges table to show both Henry Spikes' and Jackson Hunter's disapproval. Cut back to Kyle Hayden, who now has a microphone.]
HAYDEN: "Well, ladies and gentlemen, you'll be pleased to know that we have now secured venues for the next four DCWL shows in 2010. "Cornerstone Revolution V" and "The Devil Wears Lycra" are already set. And "Contains Spoilers" has been confirmed for the Klezskavanian Cultural Social Club Society of Seattle, Washington. And we may keep it as a venue, as long as our employees are willing to observe and embrace the customs, traditions, and weird-ass rituals of the culture of Klezskavania. Well, now I'm pleased to announce that we have a venue at the University of Saskatchewan for "The Year We Make Contact," thanks to some strings being pulled..."
[He points down to the judges table.]
HAYDEN: "...By me."
[Jax frowns invisible laser beams as his former friend.]
HAYDEN: "But hey. You're not here to hear me yak about stuff you can read in the dirt sheets. 'Tis the season, and I promised you a jolly man in a red suit, didn't I? Well, ladies and gentlemen, he's here tonight to find out if you've been naughty or nice. Roll it, guys!
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HAYDEN: "It's wrestling, Kev... Not bowling."
KEVIN/SATAN: "Can we go bowling, Kyle Hayden?"
HAYDEN: "That's right. You people made my buddy "Killdozer" go off his meds again, and now he thinks he's The Devil. Now you've done it. Your Deputy Commissioner is Mephisto himself. I hope you're happy, DCWL. Why don't you tell them about the NEW enforcement policy, Kevin. I mean... Your Unholiness. What does the first offense net you?"
KEVIN/SATAN: "Satan will change your entrance music to Neil Diamond!"
HAYDEN: "And the second offense?"
KEVIN/SATAN: "YOU DIE!"
[Hayden seems taken aback.]
HAYDEN: "And... the third?"
KEVIN/SATAN: "Satan will bowl the sinner! If they defeat Satan, Satan will leave them in peace. But if they lose to Satan, Satan will take all the chewing gun his tubby little hands can carry!"
[Maniacal Laughter, or at least a maniacal as Kevin "Satan" Alloy gets.]
HAYDEN: "The fourth offense?"
KEVIN/SATAN: "YOU DIE!"
HAYDEN: "And what was the first offense again?"
KEVIN/SATAN: "From now on, you wrestle UNDER the ring!"
[Satisfied that he is completely winging it, Hayden tries to cover.]
HAYDEN: "Obviously there's going to be a transitional period where we get all the rules changed over--"
KEVIN/SATAN: "Oooh, shiny."
[The Devil is distracted by an inanimate piece of lighting equipment on the stage. Hayden shakes his head and looks down at the judges table. GRRR Guy is stoic as ever. Spikes can hide a mocking grin and Jax seems to agree.]
[Suddenly, one of the weirdest choices for entrance music ever starts up. The Great Atma, followed by Alton West, make they way onto the stage. West walks over to Hayden, which Atma gets Alloy's attention.]
WEST: "Yo, Hayden, my man. If you want demons as administrative figues, you could at least go for my man Atma here. Hell, he can spit poison! Watch this!"
[Atma stares down Deputy Commissioner Satan. Suddenly he spits green mist into the air and draws his thumb across his throat.]
WEST: "Pretty tight, huh?"
[Hayden's face is one of abject terror.]
HAYDEN: "GET OUT! GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
WEST: "That's what I thought. That's how you handle the Maurice Thompsons and the--"
[The Devil scratches his ample behind, right around where the tail is.]
HAYDEN: "NO, YOU IDIOT! GET *ATMA* OUT OF HERE!"
*FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!*
[Satan belches a ball of fire into Atma's face. Atma recoilds back, a blood-curdling howl emerging from behind his hands. Cut to Buckley Luck, jaw agape, bug-eyed. Cut to the Judges, jaws agapes, bug-eyed. Cut to the announce table. Rich Manning mouths "oh my goodness" weakly, while Chazz faints, falling out his chair.]
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RM: The Anderson machine chugs onward!
CC: Sledge brought his A game as per usual, but I guess The Hype still have some ring rust to knock off.
RM: We have our finals: Horrorshow will take on Mike Anderson, BMF and TBN, and you have to think that Horrorshow are now huge underdogs. Anderson's team have been steamrolling through the quarter- and semifinals!
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[We find Leon Corella backstage before his match talking on a wall phone, decked out in full ring gear and ready for his match. There was anxiety and pain in his voice as he spoke to the person on the other side...]
Corella- Megan... Yes... I know... The kids were never supposed to know about any of that until they were old enough... Goddamnit...
[...He slapped a hand to the wall, leaning against it with his back to the camera, his skull and rose shoulder blade tattoo on prominent display...]
...Why did Mike have to do this? He can beat me up, cripple me, put me out of the sport altogether... That'd be preferable alternative to this... My fucking God... it's just wrong...
[...Leon turns around, leaning with his back against the wall. He listens intently for several seconds to his wife's voice and suddenly his eyes go wide and he pushes off that wall...]
... Grandpa Lucien saw it too?! What's he doing?
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...He's just staring at the wall... Keep an eye on him honey, he may be old, but that doesn't mean he won't do something we will all regret...
[...Leon became visibly tense, his brow furrowing and eyes narrowing as anger began to take over...]
...I'll have a talk with everyone when I get home....
[...He then turned and slammed the phone into the reciever several times, practically shattering it on final impact...]
FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!
Off camera voice- ...Mr. Corella...
[...Letting the broken pieces of what once was a phone fall from his hand, Leon turns around and the camera pans out to pull in a nameless backstage attendant...]
Corella- WWWHHHHAAATTTTT???!!!!
[...The attendant visibly jumps back in fear of Leon...]
Attendant- 30 seconds till match time...
[...Leon grabs the man by his shoulders and slings him aside to the floor...]
Corella- GOOD! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!!!
[...He then marches off camera. Fade to ringside...]
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BUCKLEY: "The following contest is set for one fall, with a one hour time limit... and it is for the DCWL GRAAAAAND... CHAMPIONSHIP!!!"
[Big time cheering from the audience tonight.]
BUCKLEY: "Introducing first, the challenger..."
[The music.]
BUCKLEY: "From Providence, Rhode Island, weighing in at 255 pounds... LEON... CORELLLLA!!!"
[Corella stomps his way down the aisle, al business. He seems vexed and angry. Stepping through the ropes he paces the ring like a caged animal, a definite snarl on his face. Just as quickly as it began, "House of the Rising Sun" ends and "Hell March" begins.]
"Die waffen legt an!"
[The music build to a crescendo, and through the curtain steps Julian Beckson, the Grand Championship belt glinting around his waist. The giant Bane raises his hands into the air and begins to make his way slowly down the ramp.]
RM: Julian Beckson sees that Corella is itching to get this match started, and is in no hurry to give him what he wants.
CC: Maybe Corella should be more careful about cameras being in the room at the same time he's having a row with Wifey Corella...
[Beckson climbs up the apron, and steps through the ropes calmly. He undoes the strap of the belt and holds it high above his head, feeding off the hate of the crowd directed at him. Finally, he surrenders the championship belt to Steve Francis and the bell rings...]
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WINNER and NEW GRAND CHAMPION - Leon Corella (German Suplex Massacre, 21:33)
CC: He did it! He did it!
RM: New Grand Champion! Leon Corella's long journey of redemption ends in St. Paul at "Ark of Triocalypse!"
[Bane rolls out of the ring, cradling his ribs with a grimace on his face. Inside the ring, Leon is handed the championship belt by the ref, his music blaring on and he just stares at the gleaming gold in his hands. For several seconds he seems unsure of what to do...]
*HUGE CROWD POP!*
[...Tears well up in his eyes as he studies the crowd and he falls to his knees letting out a roar of triumph, that belt held high over his head!]
Corella- FAAATTTHHHHEEERRRR!!!! ARE YOU PROUD OF ME FAAATTTTHHHEEERRRRRR???!!!! IIIII DIIIDDDD IIIIITTTTTT!!!!!!!
[...Leon then brings that belt in to his chest, clutching it as if a loved one in his arms. He doesn't even noticed Big Mike Foyer walking down the ramp...]
[...Bane spots BMF, yelling at the man as he leans up against the rampway railing, barely able to even stand at this point. He points his finger at Leon in the ring, as if ordering him like an attack dog...]
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[...Big Mike regards him, and quietly walks past him as if obeying, only to stop a few feet away. Leon rises in response to the crowd's commotion, turning to look down the entry way. Leon stares down the ramp, his eyes locked onto Big Mike. He slowly puts the belt down on the canvas and slips into a defensive stance, simply waiting for the inevitable. Meanwhile Bane barks more orders...]
Bane- GET HIM MIKE!!! REMEMBER WHAT HE DID? DESTROY HIM!!!
[...BMF looks over his shoulders, nostrils flared and brow furrowed. He whips around to rock Bane's face with that infamous steel plate headbutt and with a sick thud it drops Bane in an instant! Gathering the man up quickly, Big Mike then straddles the back of his head, whips him up onto his shoulders, and slings him right into the gaurd rail with a brutal snap powerbomb. Bane's back bends across it at an awkward angle just before he slides off the ramp and into an unconcious heap at BMF's feet...]
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[...Leon watches in astonishment as BMF stands over the broken Bane, Big Mike looking back at him now with an evil smile. He points at Leon, and makes the universal belt gesture around his waist. BMF backs up the ramp, continuing to make that gesture, his head nodding as if to say "Oh yes, this is going to happen..."]
[...The camera now focused on Leon Corella, leaning on the ropes with one hand, looking back at BMF with grim determination. He slowly holds up that DCWL Grand Championship title belt up at his side. Corella turns around and displays the belt once again to the crowd as "House of the Rising Sun" starts up again.]
CC: BMF has got to get back to his team! He's up next!
RM: It's Team Anderson versus Horrorshow! Winners get a Trio Championship shot! And one member of the winning team gets a license to kill!
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WINNER - Team Anderson (Mike Anderson d. Wolf Masterson, Memphis Classic, 22:28)
RM: TEAM ANDERSON IS THE LAST TRIO STANDING!
[Kyle Hayden steps down the aisle, a clipboard in his hand. Pansac and Eyre scrape Wolf Masterson off the canvas and carry him to the back, their heads still held high. Anderson, to say the least, is over the moon.]
CC: Take nothing away from Horrorshow. They came into the tournament looking strong, and they can still say that Team Anderson had to defeat them. Beating Horrorshow is no easy task.
RM: Absolutely, Chazz. And now Kyle Hayden is taking a seat at ringside with that blank contract in his hands.
[Anderson goes to celebrate with The Big Nasty and Big Mike Foyer, but the gravity of what is about to happen begins to take effect on Anderson...]
CC: What? Are they going to fight it out NOW?
RM: No matches left on the card, so why not?
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WINNER - Mike Anderson (Mike Anderson d. Mike Foyer, Memphis Classic, 10:47)
RM: ANDERSON WINS! What a finish!
CC: The big guys couldn't pace themselves and they ran out of gas before Mike Anderson did!
RM: Mike Anderson wins the 2009 Ark of Triocalypse, and now Kyle Hayden will officially grant him one blank and the ability to make any kind of match he wants with it!
CC: You mean, even Grand Championship matches and the like?
RM: Even a Grand Championship match. For himself or anyone he wants.
[Hayden steps in to the ring as Anderson is celebrating. He takes out a pen, but before he can commit ink to paper, one of the ringside judges enters the ring with a microphone.]
JAX: "Mike, I just wanted to be the first to officially congratulate you on accomplishing one thing that I could never accomplish, and that is winning the Apocalypse Tournament and gaining that open contract."
[Anderson nods and shakes Hunter's hand.]
JAX: "And... Tonight, right now... I would like to formally request that you use that blank contract on a match against me. I don't know if you know this about me, Mike, but I didn't leave the DCWL on my own terms and I'd like the opportunity to prove that I can still go when it counts."
[Anderson seems taken aback, but Kyle Hayden cuts in.]
HAYDEN: "Mike, you do not need to respond to him. You can use this contract however you want. This man here is RETIRED. He is done with wrestling. His entire physiology is a complete disaster. You have other ambitions, Mike. Besides, what are you going to do about it, Jax?"
[Hunter sighs and hangs his head. He mouths an ashamed 'I'm sorry' to Anderson before making his way out of the ring. Hayden returns to the contract. But just before he steps through the ropes, Jax raises the microphone to his lips.]
JAX: "What am I going to do about it?"
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JAX: "JUST WATCH ME!"
[Jax charges across the ring and levels Kyle Hayden with a Yakuza kick that knocks him out of his white leather shoes! Before Mike Anderson can react, Jax takes a swing at him and knocks him down. A pipewrench now sits in Jax's fist, used to knock Anderson cold. Hunter crosses to the unconscious Kyle Hayden and takes the unfinished blank contract, slipping it in the pocket of his suit. He stares down at the two of them, the crowd definitely on the fence about this turn of events.]
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