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...
**DING DING DING**
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:
ONE
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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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TWO
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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:
ONE
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TWO
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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:
ONE
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TWO
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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:
ONE
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TWO
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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.)
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