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Saturday Night Conquest #1; November 8th
Topic Started: Nov 8 2008, 06:08 PM (543 Views)
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An P.W.A. logo flashes across the screen as Portuguese Punisher is shown hitting The Torture Chamber as the music hits! Clyde Wilson is shown holding a clip board.

I must have dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street

Now, did you read the news today?
They say the danger has gone away
But I can see the fire's still alight
They're burning into the night

There's too many men, too many people
Making too many problems
And there's not much love to go around
Can't you see this is a land of confusion?
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in


The PWA ring is shown for the first time as pyros go off around it and all over the stage and down the entrance ramp.

Oh, superman, where are you now?
When everything's gone wrong somehow?
The men of steel, these men of power
Are losing control by the hour

This is the time, this is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go around
Tell me why this is a land of confusion

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in


The camera pans around the arena as the stands are packed and there are several stands with covers over the top of them. Pyros go off all over the arena.

I remember long ago
When the sun was shining
And all the stars were bright all through the night
In the wake of this madness, as I held you tight
So long ago

I won't be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We're not just making promises
That we know we'll never keep

There's too many men, too many people
Making too many problems
And there's not much love to go round
Can't you see this is a land of confusion?


Brian Kennedy is seen hitting The War Cry, knocking out the victim.

Now, this is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for

This is the world we live in
And these are the names we're given
Stand up and let's start showing
Just where our lives are going to


Jackson Bowker: We welcome you to the first ever PWA event. This is Conquest, I am Jackson Bowker, and sitting along beside me is Brooklyn Sylvia!

Brooklyn Sylvia: I am sure that a lot of the viewers already know you from GWL. We have a major night ahead of us. CEO of PWA, Clyde Wilson is about to kick off the show with a series of announcements through the night.

Jackson Bowker: I can not wait till I get to see who the GM is going to be around here. I have heard all kinds of rumors that we all know him!

Brooklyn Sylvia: I was told that it was Rabia, He is loyal to this business and is a great friend of Wilson!

You wan'da step into my world
It's a sociopsychotic state of bliss


Clyde Wilson walks out on to the stage. He is dressed in a fine Itialian Suit and gator shoes. He is holding a few papers in one hand and a mic in the other. He walks over to the first case and sit’s the papers on top.

You've been delayed in the real world
How many times have you hit and missed?
You cat-scan shows disfiguration
I wanna laugh myself to death
With a misfired synapse
with a bent configuration
I'll hold the line while you gasp for breath
You wanna talk to me
So talk to me


He smirks as the fans are going wild. Flashes are going off all around the building.

You wanna talk to me
You can't talk to me
You don't understand your sex
You ain't been mindfucked yet


He signals to cut his music as he is ready to get to business.

Clyde Wilson: Welcome everyone to PWA’s Saturday Night Conquest!!! I can assure you all that this is a new beginning to Wilson Entertainment! I am proud to say ESPN has signed with us for 4 years!!!!! Tonight you will see a series of matches and over the next few weeks a lot of events will unfold. A few surprise signings and a lot more in store for you all tonight! Right now, I would like to place the first title that will be awarded in PWA, The TV Title. Take a look right over here!

He walks over towards the announcers table as a case rises up from the stage. The TV Title is all dressed out with Rubies and the PWA logo and TV logo are crushed Diamonds.

Clyde Wilson: The winner will come up here and break this case, being the first person other than the creator of this title, to touch it.. Now, lets get on with the start of the show!!!
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Melody Rivers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...

As "Devour' by Shinedown begins to play, a crimson light begins to fill the arena. Images of Gabriella Manning appear on the Tron with the words "Dark Angel" scrolling through them. After a moment or two of the crowd's mixed reaction, Gabriella Manning walks out onto the stage with a metal staff with a metal black rose at the top of it in her left hand and the EWC Velocity Championship belt hanging on her right shoulder. The crimson light begins to flash as Gabriella makes her way down to the ring, slowly walking down the ramp.

Melody Rivers: Introducing first, from Charleston, South Carolina weighing in at 136 pounds, Gabriella Manning!

Gabriella reaches the bottom of the ramp and the arena goes black as a crimson spotlight centers on Gabriella. Gabriella lays her staff down at ringside before grabbing the bottom rope, pulling herself onto the apron. Gabriella steps onto the bottom rope and flips herself into the ring over the top rope. The crimson light fills the arena again and Gabriella walks to the nearest corner, climbing onto the middle turnbuckle, jawing at the crowd, eliciting a negative pop from the crowd while holding up her prized title. Gabriella jumps down and the lights return to normal and the music fades out.

Melody Rivers: And her opponent...

The music plays and it shows a computerized graphic of Angela's face slowly revolving followed by a jerky computer screen letters that form Angela's name as she appears at ringside.

Melody Rivers: From Atlanta, Georgia weighing in at 180 pounds, Angela!

She stalks to ringside along with The Shootfighter and occasionally looks around. She enters the ring and takes off her dark shades slowly followed by her black leather trench coat.

Melody Rivers: And their opponent...

Proud to be a Russian hits as Sirina Walks down to the ring, As she gets to the end of the entrance ramp Melissa runs out with a steel chair and smashes the back of her head with a steel chair. After about the third or fourth shot to the head refs and security gets to the ring. Wilson appears on the tron..

Clyde Wilson: This is now a one on one match. Get at it ladies!!

Ding, Ding, Ding

Gaby whips Angela to the ropes. Gaby sends Angela down with a arm drag! Gaby whips Angela to the ropes. Gaby sends Angela down with a leg trip!

Jackson Bowker: Looking good here.

Brooklyn Sylvia: Gaby is using the ropes momentum as a damage inflicter.

Gaby throws Angela to the corner and starts the attacks. Gaby punches Angela in the face and shoulders Angela in the stomach. Angela is swung to the other turnbuckle. Gaby shoulders Angela s face and pulls Angela out to the center of the ring.

Jackson Bowker: Angela is getting the short side of the stick.

Brooklyn Sylvia: Gaby is just preventing Angela from fighting back.

Angela hits Gaby with a series punches Angela then sends Gaby down with a leg trip!

Brooklyn Sylvia: Here's the cover by Angela hooking the leg...

1
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...
Kick out.


Jackson Bowker: And a kick out.

Brooklyn Sylvia: Gaby wont be defeated so easily.

Angela whips Gaby to the corner and moves closer. Angela chops Gaby repeatedly in the chest and shoulders Gaby in the face. Gaby is swung to the other turnbuckle. Angela charges towards Gaby and squashes Gaby hard. Gaby falls to the mat but is picked up again.

Jackson Bowker: Gaby is not in a good condition.

Brooklyn Sylvia: I think she will turn the tables soon.

Jackson Bowker: Gaby is one hell of a wrestler as...

Brooklyn Sylvia: Watch this!

Jackson Bowker: And look! They are going back towards the corner, Gaby delivers the

***Heel from Hell***

Brooklyn Sylvia: Big Trouble here for Angela as Gaby goes for the pin.

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


Jackson Bowker: Gaby just hit the Heel from Hell to pin for the win!

Melody Rivers: And here`s your winner, Gaby!!!

Images of J-Dogg are shown. His highlights scan through as the intro music kicks in. The lights dim and a strobe light starts flashing as J-Dogg walks out on stage.

They got scared when these hard hittas came in
They got chains but they all tucked in
We got them thangs and we brought 'em all in
These niggaz play dead when they hear we came in (Came in)


He throw up a few gang signs and he starts walking toward the ring all slow.

See I'm a hard hitta yes I am
And I dont really nigga give a damn
About you and how you fuckin rock shit
I put a 45 that make you bitches stop dead
You wanna cock it go ahead and cock it
Dont make a nigga like me make you drop it
I'm ten toes I'm from tha M-fuckin-Town
We gangster walkin
You hear the fuckin gangster sound
Its ashes to ashes dust to dust
The gats we trust
Y'all dont really wanna bust
I see you and your crew nigga in da club
You tuck in yo chainz you must be some sissy club
Do you wanna go to war nigga & spit some blood
You talkin that shit like a fuckin slut
You talk shit then you might as well bring shit
I shut this muthafuckin club down for you bitch!


J-Dogg gets in a face of a fan and spits in his face. Security stops him from punching the man in the face. He continues to walk toward the ring dancing a bit.

(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Now if you wonder why so many diss Hypnotize
Its cause them haters ain't eatin
they on some muthafuckin diets
A lot them is really sick I think they got amnesia
Cause on Sunday they diss ya
But come Monday they need ya
Quit tellin lies to the public
If you could rewind your life back
You probably be wit me on this track
But I ain't come here my nigga for no sorrow no wounds
But im'a stay bumpin till I bump by head on my tool
Fo' real!


He walks around the ring taunting as many people as possible. He jumps up by a turn buckle and tosses more gang signs up.


Niggaz wanna blame us cause they ain't famous
They wanna ride a new whip instead of catchin the matter bus
So why I gotta take the blame for lame ass niggaz not havin things
Maybe you need to boost some clothes get yourself some pocket change
I know you like them fairy tales say you make the three six sell
So while my pockets still on swoll you reachin in the garbage pale
Player I'm not your friend wit' it name a price and J'll spend it
Get yourself a nine to five and try your luck on a lottery ticket


He gets in the middle of the ring and tosses up a few of his own gang signs. J-Dogg gets a mic from the announcer

What's up nigga
Wanna be bad as the next nigga
True facts you ain't gettin shit but fuck nigga
Buck nigga catchin the cut when I rush nigga
Jump nigga thinkin you cool you chump nigga
Fuck that im'a get nine to get mine
If you hood dog off in the club I'm on shine
Pine in my mouth fuck up your cloud and get paid
Wit' the same place to call our own and get away
Whats the deal dog I be bout buckin and getting crunk
And really dog I could care less about stunts
In my trunk though where you gon' ride after the show
Ain't no punk goes so I suppose you'll get throwed by some elbows
Fuck it I'll fill his ass wit' holes on that funk blow throwin high low
Like I'm a pro get crunk dog get buck dog
But actin like a fuckin' fool gon' get you jumped dog.


As the music starts to fade he starts to talk.

J-Dogg: You know what homes? J-Dizzle is back in tha mutha fuckin building, like me or not , I have one thing to say . Get down or Lay Down, Ese! Now, I wanna ask something to those punks callin them selves Unlucky 13’s, What the fuck you doin Homes? You claim you gang bangers and shi, well, Come test this if you want, or you can get down with the realest son of a bitch you could meet. That’s right, ima gonna go for the brown first, find out if they are real or fake, then I am comin for you whiteys.. My only other purpose is to destroy Brian Kennedy, why? He has what is mine, Chico, you done fucked up Homes...

His music hits as he leaves the ring. He spits in the face of a white guy as he walks up the ramp..
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Bowker: Welcome back to Conquest! We are now ready for what is a seven man over the top battle royal. All the men are in the ring and waiting for the bell to sound so they can start.

Brooklyn: Yeah. pretty much. Let's get this thing over with.

Melody: The following contest is a battle royal elimination match! Where the only means of winning is too throw your opponant over the top rope and have both their feet hit the floor. The winner will receive an instant shot at the PWA TV championship. Ring the bell!.

The bell rings and the seven men circle each other. Vengas instantly goes for Curtis Mitchell and lays into his back with rights and left as Roz and Spyder pair off against the Shootfighter, backing him into a corner and slamming right foots into his stomach, leaving Nagoh to face off against Tommy Trenchcoat, who instantly over powers him with a knife edge chop to the stomach. Nagoh tries to get out of Trenchcoat's grasp, but he is taken down with a powerful clothesline, as Trenchcoat smiles and lifts Nagoh to his feet, throwing him back into the corner and landing a stiff right hand to his jaw. Curtis Mitchell breaks away from Venagas and rushes over the opposing corner, taking Riz in a headlock, and slamming him into the mat with a modified reverse DDT. Spyder turns back around and attacks Mitchell with a right hand, and Shootfighter bursts out of the corner and hits a thundering big boot on Venagas.

Bowker: Is he dead?

Brooklyn: Looks like it's possible ..

Bowker: That's what you get when you suck, I guess.

While this going on. Tommy Trenchcoat lifts Nikolay Nagoh in the air and tosses him to the floor.

Melody: Nikolay Nagoh has been ELIMINATED!

Tommy Trenchcoat looks happy with himself and turns around; only to receive a double clothesline from both Riz and Spyder, sending him to the floor.

Melody: Tommy Trenchcoat has been ELIMINATED!

Trenchcoat glares angrily at Spyder and Riz; who shrug and start laying into each other. Mitchell lays into Shootfighter from behind and him and Venagas start working together, before Mitchell cheap shots Venagas and Shootfighter battles out, before the other two suddely hit a double clothesline on him. Riz laughs and is caught out of nowhere by Spyder who laughs back. Mitchell and Venegas grab Spyder and hot a double suplex before Shootfighter grabs Riz by the hair and slaps him across the face. Venagas hits a drop kick to Curtis Mitchell's knee and floors him, before laying into Spyder himself. Mitchell goes to the floor, clutching his right knee as Shootfighter and Riz exchange right hands. Shootfighter lifts Riz up and tries to throw him over the top rope, but Riz kicks him away quickly and gets out of harms way.

Bowker: Close for Riz.

As Brooklyn agrees, Venagas has thrown Spyder over the top rope and to the floor.

Melody: Spyder has been ELIMINATED!

With just four men left; They pair off. Mitchell is still hampered by that knee injury. He gets up and is pounded down again by Riz, who then turns and starts to attack the shootfighter, while Venagas stays in the corner and watches intently, before walking over and grabbing Mitchell by the head, Michell lays a few right hands into Hector's stomach as Riz takes Shootfighter down with a DDT. Hector has Mitchell in the far right hand corner and the two are exchanging punches as Mitchell pushes Venagas over the top rope, but Hector grabs the top rope and holds on as Mitchel walks away, feeling that Hector is already out of it. Riz attacks Mitchell from behind and tries to toss him over the top rope, but Mitchel evades him and hits a standing dropkick that sends Riz flying over the top rope and to the floor.

Melody: Riz has been ELIMINATED!

Bowker: Haha. Loser.

Brooklyn: That's nice, huh? You're such an ass.

With Riz gone; to Curtis Mitchell's surprise it is down to three because he had assumed Venegas was out of the match. Hector jumps off the top rope and hits a springboard clothesline on Mitchell as the shootfighter finally gets to his feet after the DDT, he attacks Hector and tries to go for the elimination, but Hector elbows him in the stomach and starts to level him with right hands, as Curtis gets up and the two of them try to eliminate Shootfighter, but he bounces off the ropes and hits a thundering double clothesline before taunting to the crowd confidently as he looks down at the two fallen bodies before him and obviously sees some sort ot of advantage, so he looks to throw Curtis over the top rope, he lifts him up and throws him against the ropes, He tries to lift him over, and doesn't see Hector Venagas getting up from behind them and lifting Shootfighter's legs over the top rope, dropping both Mitchell and Shootfighter to the floor as the bell rings.

Melody: Curtis Mitchell and Shootighter have both been ELIMINATED!

Hector celebrates in the ring and taunts on the turnbuckle.

Bowker: How the? Ugh. Cheap win for a cheap wrestler if you want my opinion.

Brooklyn: I could have lived without it.
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Melody Rivers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...

The intro to Storm Winds by Shadows Fall hits as the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos. When the beat kicks in even heavier around 0:15 Jay starts walking to the stage and lifts his arms in the air in the center in a victory pose as pyros go off. Several pyros go off from left to right in order on the right and opposite on the left until the reach their original position and stop making one full round back and forth. When the lyrics start he begins walking down to the ring.

Melody Rivers: Introducing first, from La Grange, Texas weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the Professor of Pain...Jay Williams!

Fighting to control my mind.
But tragedy is all I find!

The panic builds up from deep within the subconscious mind.
Always thought that the pain would end with the passage of time.
No matter how many layers deep you try to hide yourself.
They will crack and peal away to reveal something else.
From the past we must break free. Come to terms with all that tortures me.


Jay stands at the middle of the ramp and looks at the crowd with a smirk while embracing all the boos before continuing his walk down the ramp.

Tragic memories invade.
Let the storm winds wash them all away.

I will be the only one who is left to decide.
There will be no more that is left for compromise.
Break away from the curse of man's original sin.
Turn away as you stay hidden behind a twisted grin.

From the past we must break free.
Come to terms with all that tortures me.


Jay arrives at the top of the steps and slingshots his way into the ring. He leans on the turnbuckle as the song fades out right after the last two lines.

Bowker: I beat this goose for a title once.

Brooklyn: Yeah, but you sucked.

Bowker: True that.

Melody Rivers: And his opponent...

“Come To Life” by Alter Bridge plays over the announce system as the crowd begins a loud array of boos begin to squall out of the fans mouth's - signaling the arrival of Jayson York.

There's nothing we should have to fear
It's alright
We've come to life


As the song hits into a Chorus, Jayson York then bursts out of the curtain, locking eyes with the fans on the left of him as the boos intensify much to the liking of York as he hands them a quick “cocky” smile and locks his hands together to taunt at the as he slowly begins to walk down the ramp. Ignoring all of the “You Sucks” or the fans trying to touch him as he just brushes them off and eyes the ring.

Melody Rivers: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada weighing in at 219 pounds, Jayson York!

By the way
We scream to find a reason
Never doubt or stop believing
And escape


Jayson then approaches the ring and looks at the crowd again for a few seconds before shaking his head and running into the ring - past the bottom ropes and into the ring as he walks over the the left turnbuckle - eying it and using his left hand to pull him up so he was at top. Jayson, now on top began eying the ring and the people in the seats as he just smirks and jumps down; awaiting his opponent.

Bowker: Talk about UGLY.

Brooklyn: How mean! But he isn't attractive.

Bowker: Pfft hypocrite.

DING DING DING

Both competitors head to the center of the ring for a collar and elbow tie up. Jay pushes him effortlessly and then takes time to taunt his opponent. Jayson, looking pretty embarrassed, comes back to try it again. He gets pushed off again as Jay flexes and winks in Jayson's direction. Jayson gets frustrated and runs at Jay, only to be caught in a flapjack moments later sending him crashing down to the canvas once again.

Jay acts like he's dusting his hands off and walks towards Jayson's legs. He goes for a Boston crab but surprisingly gets kicked off. Jay in frustration tries to walk back there again to try it again but gets kicked off yet again. Jayson gets up grabbing the ropes and holds on trying to catch his breath. Jay won't have any of it though as he runs at him and knocks him off his feet with a chop block straight to the feet. He then delivers three consecutive elbows right onto his knee before holding on to it for a leg lock. Jayson is able to get his left free foot on the bottom rope causing a rope break and a frustrated response from Jay.

Jay looks at that leg with a sadistic look on his face and goes towards it again only to get kicked with the left free one. He tries to go for it again but is rolled up into a pin!

One...

Two...

Kick out!


Bowker: This York guy kinda sucks.

Brooklyn: Maybe Williams is just really good.

Bowker: I'm better.

Jay looks around in surprise while Jayson smirks in his direction. He doesn't even have time to rub it in his face as Jay runs at him and lands a boot straight to the face. He gets on top of Jayson and starts landing quick lefts and rights with him not being able to cover up. The ref rushes over to start counting as Jay doesn't notice.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

The ref starts shoving off and scolding him about the closed fists. Jay doesn't seem bothered with it and just grins sadistically like he just saw blood. He backs off just to get the ref to shut up while Jayson struggles to get to his feet using the ropes. He falls two times because of the left knee giving in but manages to grab on to the ropes. When he finally gets to a vertical base, Jay tries to run at him again. Jayson counters into a flapjack right onto the ropes.

Jayson holds on to the ropes while catching his breath. Jay starts stirring and trying to get to a vertical base. Jayson tries to run at him for a clothesline but Jay ducks. Right after ducking down, he transitions into lifting him to a torture rack position. He smiles as the crowd cheers loudly before spinning him around and hitting the Tower Hacker Bomb. He goes straight for the cover...

One...

Two...

Three!


Bowker: t's over? Thank god. Jobbers aren't fun to watch..

Brooklyn: Impressive by Williams ... Not so much by York..

Bowker: He's didn't promo. Only tools don't promo.

Melody Rivers: Here is your winner, the Professor of Pain...Jay Williams!
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The scene is fixed directly upon the titon tron, the crowd views the normal the PWA logo spinning and flipping about wildly. The awkward silence continues until in an instant, the every source of light suddenly shuts down.

Jackson Bowker: Well I was about to say welcome back to the show but it seems that we're having some problems.

Brooklyn Sylvia: What in the world is going on?

The confused crowd babbles away in darkness, suspence now invading their minds. This continues until a green "X", that is bouncing around like a current of electricity is seeing bouncing around the screen. To continue on with the startling effect, a countdown appears just under the "X" Starting with an ocean blue "3", before switching over to a slightly more intimidating dark yellow "2", then turning to a blood red "1", indicating that something along the lines of terrible is about to happen. Just then before the countdown reveals anything, the titon tron apparently shuts off to a reflective black screen. This is before red dripping text fades in across the screen as words are echoed in a "booming" voice that would send chills down the spines of the toughest men.

???: He... is among us all...

???: He... will be the answer to most questions...

???: He... is coming...

Dramatic music blares over the speakers as different clips of bloodied and battered people are displayed one after another supposidly torn down by this unknown force.

???: Can you find out who he is? Before he arrives?

The camera then flashes over a shiny handheld cross as a minority of the crowd picks up on just who the video is referring to.

???: Big change for him... Big change for you... Big change... for the PWA...

The PWA then flashes black and red while gradually enlarging before it ends up with a mixture of both colors from one end to the other. Just as it stops a fimiliar cackle echoes throughout the stadium as the crowd roars in excitement.

Brooklyn Sylvia: What in the.... Wh... What was that?

Jackson Bowker: I have a feeling we'll find out soon enough, now whether this be good or bad is up in the air, but I'm willing to believe that video and say that the face of PWA is ALREADY bound to change.

Melody Rivers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...

The lights go off, and the words “The Movement is Here” flash on the big screen as Rise Against begins to play. Suddenly, in a flash of green and silver pyro, Michael Chasm appears at the top of the ramp to an enormous pop from the crowd.

Melody Rivers: Introducing first, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada weighing in at 235 pounds, the Movement Michael Chasm!

He makes his way down the ramp, and slides under the ropes into the ring. He walks to one of the turnbuckles, and throws his arms out to his sides as the other three corners explode with the green and silver pyro.

Melody Rivers: And his opponent...

A video of Legacy holding both the UCW and CWF Hardcore titles up starts,it switches to Legacy hitting Levi Watts on the knee with his ax handle, then Legact holding the HW 6 man title over his head, the shots show various matches with Legacy in control of his opponents. As Legacy comes through the entrance, The lights come back up.

Melody Rivers: From Atlanta, Georgia weighing in at 275 pounds, Legacy!

He slowly walks towards the ring, showing no emotion. He steps to the apron and as he eyes his opponent, he slides his index finger across his throat in a display of his opponent being dismembered.

DING DING DING


Both competitors head towards the center of the ring for a collar and elbow tie up. Legacy takes the advantage with a side headlock. Chasm struggles to move towards the ropes attempting to get a rope break. Legacy teases letting go before hitting him with a sucker punch. He then moves a couple of feet away from Chasm shrugging his shoulders pretending he did nothing as the ref starts scolding him. He reluctantly retreats to the corner to let him catch his breath as the ref still won't shut up.

When Chasm finally gets to a vertical base, Legacy runs towards Chasm full speed. Chasm tosses him over his head and walks away thinking he got rid of him but turns around to see Legacy grabbed on to the ropes and is standing on the apron! At the instant he gets close, Legacy rakes his eyes before getting in and hitting a quick swinging neck breaker. He then walks towards him and applies a reverse chin lock on Chasm as he screams in pain.

He shakes his head repetitively while screaming no at the ref. He struggles to get to his feet and grab hold of Legacy's head. He then sits back down hitting a stunner that sends him a few feet back. Chasm takes advantage of a prone Legacy and runs at him hitting a Lou Thesz Press which he follows up with quick lefts and rights to the face. Legacy has a hard time covering up as the ref walks over and starts counting for Chasm to stop. He stops at the count of three and retreats a couple of steps back.

Legacy struggles to get to his feet and when he does Chasm walks over to try and attack him again. Instead, he gets caught off guard with a rake to the eyes which he follows with a running high knee. He then runs towards the ropes and on the rebound tries to land a leg drop, only for Chasm to roll out of the way at the last minute! He then stands up and backs away a couple of steps. He then quickly runs forward hitting Legacy with a stiff kick to the back! He then goes for the cover...

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Chasm sits up and looks at the ref in disbelief while Legacy lets out a sigh of relief, knowing how close he was to losing. Chasm shakes his head and turns around to try and grab Legacy by the hair. Along the way, Legacy fights back with fists to the gut of Chasm making him move back with each blow. Legacy runs at him and spears him down to the canvas unleashing rights and lefts of his own as the ref walks over to start counting. He continues the assault until the ref reaches four. He then turns around and argues with the ref while Chasm recovers.

Chasm takes advantage of Legacy having his back turned and surprises him with a Russian leg sweep. He then walks towards the legs signaling for his signature sharpshooter as the crowd lets out a loud cheer. He tries to lock it in but is kicked off a couple of feet away. He then tries again but as reaching down for the legs, Legacy reels him in with a rollup!

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Legacy turns around to smirk at Chasm's direction signaling how close it was, Chasm lets out a sigh of relief of his own. They lock horns once again with Chasm transitioning behind Legacy. He quickly takes him down with a belly to back suplex which he quickly transitions into a crossface! Legacy screams in pain and keeps shouting no at the referee as Chasm tries to pull back harder.

Legacy keeps refusing to quit and lifts himself using his hands. He struggles to move forward a few feet before Chasm lets go and drags him back applying a STF this time. Legacy still doesn't refuse to quit as he tries to lift himself using his hands again. He is able to make it to the ropes this time and grab a hold of the bottom rope with his right hand. The ref starts counting and Chasm lets go at the three mark in frustration. The ref scolds him as he walks towards the turnbuckle to give Legacy time to recover.

At the instant Legacy grabs onto the ropes and gets to a vertical base, Chasm tries running at him. Legacy is able to hit a spine buster just in time but isn't able to capitalize! The ref starts counting them down while they're both down.

One...

Two...

Three...

Legacy crawls towards the ropes while Chasm is still not moving.

Four...

Five...

Six...

Legacy grabs on to the ropes and gets to a standing position. He then walks over towards Chasm who is still not moving and covers him...

One...

Two...

Shoulder up!

Bishop walks out on stage, The crowd starts cheering as Chasm looks up.. Legacy tries to ingore Bishop and focuses on Chasm... Bishop slides in the ring with a ball bat and hits Chasm and Legacy as the ref calls for the bell Bishop stands over the top of the two fallen men..
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The arena lights suddenly go dark & are replaced dull burning red illumination. The crowd gasps as Empire by Queensryche explodes over the speakers. Pyros explode across the stage & a lone figure appears as if by magic.

He stands close to seven feet tall & is clad completely in black: from his long black hair hanging down over his opaque black sunglasses to his black ring boots peeking out from the cuffs of his leather pants.

He stalks through the smoke left from the pyros, a look of pure malefic disdain smeared across his face as he makes his way to the ring. As he nears the ring, he leaps to the ring apron & flips over the top rope to stand in the middle of the ring. He raises his arms & face to the ceiling as burning sparks shower the ring.

The lights return to normal & the man brings a mike to his lips...


Man:So this is PWA & here I thought I was walking into something special, but alas, its the same old song & dance. A crowd of brainless sheep screaming for the blood of their heroes in an endless dance of need & fulfillment. What really gets me is, I was told there would be some actual competition here, but again, I am sadly disappointed.

The man laughs sadistically as the crowd erupts in a low growl; their ire pricked by the stranger's arrogant words. He looks around the crowd & shakes his head in disgust.

Man:In case you're wondering just who the hell I am. I am the representative of the only true power in sports entertainment today. I am the UCW World Heavyweight Champion & one half of the Tag Team Champions, Evil Xtreme, Requiem! And I represent the new engine of dominance not only in UCW, but now in PWA, The Empire!

It's time you sheep got used to the fact that you've become an endangered species; you & these idiots that you cheer for are living on borrowed time & the Empire holds the stopwatch. We are going to sweep in here like a nuclear holocaust & irradicate every idiot who dares to stand in our way. We hold all the cards,sheep, & there ain't a damn thing you or any of these half rate idiots in the locker room can do about it.


The growl turns into a roar as the crowd hurls hatred & garbage upon the ringside area. Requiem stands in the middle of the ring, drinking it in like its his life's blood.

Requiem:I'm here to serve notice to any of these fools who dare to call themselves contenders, or superstars, or even worthy that their destruction is imminent. In fact, I dare any one of them who thinks they have what it takes to shut me up & put down the real World's Champion to get his dead ass down here & prove me wrong. Otherwise, you all can just line up like the pathetic sheep you are & march your way to the slaughter house. The Empire is waiting, our knives are sharp & we are waiting to hear your screams & hungry to drink your blood. If you think for one second that I can't back up these claims, come on down & be my victim...

Requiem crosses his arms across his chest & waits. He looks to the crowd who are only growing more & more vicious & shakes his head in disgust.

Requiem:Just as I expected. Really, is there not one of you meatbags who has a backbone? I just came in here & took over your show, insulted you & your crowd, & you do nothing...Nothing!!! I can see the annihilation of PWA will be a quiet thing & soon forgotten in the face of true power & dominance! The Empire holds all the power, we have access to resources to buy & sell each & every one of you third rate bottom feeders a thousand times over, we hold the fate of this company & every clown who's contracted with it in the palm of our hand. You can't stand against something like this. All you can do is lay down & hope the end comes quickly, but guess what, sheep, it is going to long, your agony will be drawn out & your suffering will be legendary in the hell we will create! Abandon all hope, PWA, Evil Xtreme & the Empire have arrived...& the Apocalypse is about to begin!

Requiem tosses the mike as Empire by Queensryche once again reverberates out of the speakers only to be drowned out by the rabid crowd hurling themselves at the barricades hungry for Requiem's blood. He smirks & tosses casual insults in the face of the crowd as he passes by. When he reaches the stage, he casually unbuttons his leather mourning coat to reveal the UCW World Heavyweight Championship belt. He removes the bely & holds it high in the air to a deafening howl from the assembled crowd who pelts the stage with paper cups & all manner of refuse. Requiem smiles & shakes his head in utter contempt & exits through the curtain...

Jackson Bowker: Sorry about that last match ladies and Gentlemen, we had techincal Diffuclities, Our mics where out. We are back now!

Melody Rivers: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, From Canton Ohio, weighing two hundred and ninety five pounds, Here is the Living legend Brian Kennedy!

As the rhythm picks up after around a minute of music plays and the words start to
work its way through the arena the lights cut out and a spot light shines at the
top of the ramp. Brian is seen in the light flexing various poses.


He had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say.
(We'll miss him. 2x)
He had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say.
(We'll miss him. 2x)
(We're gonna miss him. 2x)
So loooooong!


Fire shoots out from the stage as he starts to walk toward the ring.

We wish you well.
You told us how you weren't afraid to die.
Well so looooooong.
Don't cryyyyy.
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried.


He stops about Half way to the ring as he flexes in front of the camera. Brian kisses his bicep.

Standing above the crowd
he had a voice that was strong and loud.
(We'll miss him. 2x)
Ranting and pointing his finger
at everything but his heart.
(We'll miss him. 2x)
(We're gonna miss him. 2x)
No wayyyyyy
to recall
what it was that you had said to me,
like I care at alll.
But he was sooo louuud.
You sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing
and soooo louuuuuuuuud.
You, could be, the one, who saves, me from, my own, existence.


He climbs up the steps and turns toward the crowd and taunts by flexing and smirks sends the screams from the girls.

{indistinct}
Standing above the crowd,
he had a voice that was strong and loud
and I swallowed his facade cuz I'm so eager to identify
with someone above the ground,
someone who seemed to feel the same,
someone prepared to lead the way,
with someone who would die for me.
Will you?
Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Don't you fuckin' lie.
(Don't you step out of line! 3x)
Don't you fuckin lie.


He climbs each of the turn buckles flexing. After he does this he jumps over the
top rope and stands in the middle of the ring flexing as the flashes flow through
out the arena.


You've claimed all this time
that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised
when hear your own eulogy?
(He had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say. 2x)
Coome down.
Get off your fuckin cross.
We need the fuckin space
to nail the next fool martyr!


He climbs all the turn buckles yet again doing a pose with his arms spread out wide
from each one.


To ascend you must die!
You must be crucified
for your sins and your lies!
Goodbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyye!


Jackson Bowker: Well Brian looks very ready.

Brooklyn: He always does. He is an accumplished wrestler.

Melody Rivers: And his tag team partner, From Chicago Illinois, weighing one hundred and twenty one pounds, here is Melissa Carlyle!

The lights start to flash purple and pink as the beginning of Beautiful Liar starts
to play. Melissa comes out ready to fight as she stops for the flashes around the
area. After a few moments she starts to walk towards the ring


He said, I’m worth it
His one desire
I know things about him that you wouldn’t want to read about
Kiss me his one only (yes)
Beautiful Liar
Tell me how you tolerate the things you just found out about
We’ll never know
Why are we the ones who suffer
I have to let go
He won’t be the one to cry
Chorus (0:46)
(Aye)
Let’s not kill the karma
(Aye)
Let’s not start a fight
(Aye)
It’s not worth the drama
For a beautiful liar
(Oh)
Can’t we laugh about it (ha ha ha)
(Oh)
It’s not worth our time
(Oh)
We can live without him
Just a beautiful liar


She stops at the ramp and kisses a guy.

I trusted him, but when I followed you
I saw you together
I didn’t know about you then ‘til I saw you with him winking
I walked in on your love scene
Slow dancing
You stole everything how can you say I did you wrong, yeah
We’ll never know
When the pain and heartbreak’s over
I have to let go
The innocence is gone


She walks down to the ring and looks up towards the ring. As she slides in the light
come back on the music fades.


Jackson Bowker: Well Melissa is looking around and she is not here just to pause for the Cameras.

Brooklyn Silvia: No but a good start here in the PWA can really do wonders.

Jackson: We are going to a commercial break.

( Commercial break )

Jackson Bowker: We are back from the break and Blake Mason is already in the ring.

Brooklyn Sylvia: Yeah and his entrence was nothing interesting.

Melody Rivers: Introducing his tag team partner, From San Diego Callifornia, weighing one hundred and eighty pounds, here is Veronica Rodriguez!

The intro to MisSunderstood by Earshot plays as the crowd stands up in anticipation. The lights start to dim as the lyrics start to be heard.

Wipe away your tears
Put away your pain tonight
Run away until you finally see the light
Sing a song with me
Hush the quiet scream inside
See the world through different eyes
Hear no more the sound of lies...


At the instant you hear the following verse of Can't you run a pyro shoots up from
the entrance ramp as Vero walks out to the ramp with her fists raised to the air.


Can't you run?
A pretty one that's shaken up inside...
Can't you hear?
I hear them call her name, misSunderstood
She's unpredictable and...


She begins to walk down the ramp as the song continues on after and...

Hear the cold wind blow outside
Try to feel the warmth inside
Etched, the faces and the words into your mind
As she gently weeps
Surface the secrets that she keeps
Like a thief into the night
A love so wrong but right...


She arrives at the end of the entrance ramp and looks at the crowd around her in
excitement then runs towards the ring and slides under the ropes.


Can't you run?
A pretty one that's shaken up inside
Can't you hear?
I hear them call her name, misSunderstood
She's unpredictable and pure...
Can't you run?
A pretty girl who's shaken up inside
Can't you hear?
I hear them call her name, misSunderstood
She's unpredictable and...
How can she...begin to try?
Misunderstood so many times...so many times


She is seen posing on the upper left turnbuckle taunting the crowd. She then sits
on the turnbuckle.


The Bell rings and first in are Melissa and Veronica. Veronica runs towards Melissa and hits her with a big clothesline. Veronica then delivers a big elbow to Melissa's abdomen.

Jackson Bowker: Big start for Veronica and Blake.

Brooklyn Sylvia: Melissa will be able to get up from this easy.

Jackson Bowker: Even so the start is so important.

Vero goes for a hard elbow as Melissa gets up but she ducks. Melissa hits Vero with a drop kick. Melissa tags in Brian. Brian runs in and hits Vero with a spear. he goes for an arm drag but Vero hits him with a hurricanrana.

Jackson Bowker: here is the tag.

Brooklyn: Vero needs this, now lets see what Blake can do.

Blake runs in but is met with a hard shot from Brian. Brian then lifts him up and delivers a body slam. Brian drags Blake to the corner and drives him shoulder first into the ring post.

Brooklyn Silvia: A hard shot to the shoulder there Jackson.
Jackson: Yeah, pick a body part and work on it.


Brian then lifts up Blake and executes a shoulder breaker. He then drops an elbow onto that shoulder and a groan of pain can be heard from Blake as the shoulder connects.

Jackson Bowker: It looks like Blake is in deep trouble here.

Brooklyn Silvia: You think?

Brian hits Blake with a big right hand. He attempts another but Blake ducks and delivers a big knee to Brian's gut.

Brooklyn Silvia: Brian should have gone for a big move earlier but now he could have missed his chance.

Jackson Bowker: Na I don't think so.

Brooklyn Silvia: Still could have been worth a try for a pin or something?

Jackson Bowker: Maybe.

Blake Irish whips Brian off the ropes and catches him with a big back drop. He runs to make a tag to Vero.

Jackson Bowker: Looking to make the tag to Vero.

Brooklyn Silvia: This has been a fascinating match so far.

Jackson Bowker: Yes and the tag is made.

Vero goes for a clothesline but Brian dodges it. He hooks her head and drops her with a big DDT. Brian crawls over to his corner and tags in Melissa.

Jackson Bowker: He tags in Melissa.

Brooklyn Silvia: And she is ready for this.

Melissa springboards off the second rope and hits Vero with a big flying body press. The Ref drops for the count.

One...
Two...


Brooklyn Sylvia: A kick out!

Melissa connects with a dragon screw and follows it up with a leg drop to the chest.

Melissa drags Vero to her feet but as she looks to set up a move Vero goes behind and delivers a reverse DDT. Both women go for their respective corners.


Brooklyn Silvia: They are both going for the tag

Jackson Bowker: This match is wide open at the moment.

They both make it to their corners and both Brian and Blake are tagged in. Blake runs towards Brian but Brian hits him in the shoulder with a big kick. Brian then hits the War Cry.

Jackson Bowker: The War Cry.

Brooklyn Silvia: Blake is toast here.

Blake screams out in pain and tries to escape but he can't and so he taps out.

Brooklyn Silvia: What a fantastic match and a big win for Brian and Mel.

Jackson Bowker: There has to be a fall out fom this.

Brooklyn Silvia: There will be, I am sure.

Melody Rivers: Here are your winners, the team of Brian Kennedy and Melissa Carlyle!

Right after the bell rings Vero walks into the ring and looks to be helping Mason to his feet, but when he does get to his feet she hits the Shellshock in the center of the ring! She then slaps him across the face and walks out of the ring with a smirk on her face. Right when she's towards the middle of the ramp she winks and mouths off "Karma's a bitch" and continues walking away.

Jackson Bowker: Wow, Mason just got owned by a girl! Talk about humiliation!

Brooklyn Silvia: That's what happens when you don't know how to keep your mouth shut. He deserved it better than anyone after those ugly promos.

Jackson Bowker: Well there is much more to come so stay tuned.
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The crowd erupts as Andrew Paine steps out onto the ramp in a black robe. He holds his hands up in the air as he generically makes his way down to the ramp and removes hos robe. Once again tanting the fans.


Rivers: Introducing first ... ANDREW PAINE!

Bowker: Andrew Paine ... He doesn't lose often. But, he's facing a tough challenge tonight.

Brooklyn: No he isn't. This schoefield is going down!

The music starts and the camera focuses up to the ramp where Cale isn't anywhere to be seen. Then, a light appears to the side of the arena and Cale walks out from one of the stage doors, wearing his muay thai shorts and a grey button up long sleeved shirt with 'Human Weapon' on it. He taunts to the crowd and gets up in their faces, laughing at them yelling at him as he makes his way over the barrier and over it, to the floor. He jumps up on the announcers table and holds his arms up in the air before running and sliding under the ring, jumping up and pulling the top off and throwing it into the crowd before taking his gloves and putting them on his hand, ready for the fight.

Rivers: And his opponant ... CALE SCHOEFIELD!

The bell rings as the crowd stirs. Schoefield turns around and blows a kiss at Brooklyn who shoots him a disgusted look as Andrew runs at him, but Cale evades and Andrew goes chest first into the turnbuckle. Cale walks out in the middle of the ring and shakes his head. Paine dusts that mishap off and they two go into a test of strength in the middle of the ring.

Andrew gets on top in the test of strengh and pins Cale's arm around his back, but Cale breaks the hold and elbow strikes Andrew in the shoulder and kicks him hard in the thigh. The pain is shown on Andrew's face as Cale goes and kicks him again, landing thundering Muay Thai kicks to Andrew's leg before pushing him into the corner and attcking his face with hard punches. Andrew blocks one finally and pushes ale away before running out and connecting with a clothesline that sends Cale down to the mat.


Bowker: One thing is for sure; Cale can kick. Paine has the obvious advantage in strength though.

Brooklyn is silent as she watches eagerly as Andrew pulls Cale to his feet and applies a choke hold, but again Cale hits him with one of those muay thai kicks and forces Paine to release the hold as Cale gets in a fighting snaps and shin kicks Andrew away, before getting Andrew in a headlock and slamming him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Andrew is a little stunned as Cale hits a sliding dropkick that sends Andrew out and under the ring. Cale then waist for Andrew to get up before launching himself over the top rope and hitting a hurracarana in mid air that sends the fans cheering for Cale, as he gets up and taunts to them like he's just struck oil.

Andrew gets to his feet and is met my a punch from Cale and he returns with one of his own before pushing Cale up against the barricade and going for his throat, trying to find a way to get on top of Cale's speed, but Cale slams a right hand into Andrew's stomach and headbutts him. Andrew falls backwards and Cale runs at him, but Paine counters and lifts him up and drops him gut first onto the barricade. Cale goes to the floor, holding his stomach as Andrew moves in with a huge foot to the stomach while Cale is down.


Bowker: I think Andrew really needs to take advantage of any cance at momentum he gets. Cale has proven to be too difficult for him so far.

Brooklyn remains silent as Andrew lifts Cale up and drags him towards the ring, opting to irish whip him against the steps, but just before Cale's legs hit the steps, he jumps up onto the them and laughs at Andrew. Andrew smirks and climbs back into the ring as Cale does, going back into a punch/kick exchange as Cale easily gets on top and catches Andrew's leg and trips him over a again before jumping on Andrew and laying into his face with right hand, one connecting with Andrew's noise and busting it open. Cale stands up and watches as Andrew's nose pours out with blood and Cale smiles as happy with himself as can be. He looks over at Brooklyn and gives her a wave as he steps out the ring and goes towards Melody and steals her chair and climbs back into the ring and slams it onto Andrew's spine.

The crowd starts to boo as Cale slams the chair into Andrew's spine again as Paine starts to roll out of the ring, Cale tries to hit him again, but he misses and Cale looks frustrated as Andrew stares up at him. Cale holds the chair in front of him and taunts Andrew back into the ring. Andrew shakes his head and starts to walk around towards the announcers table, obviously not willing to just climb back into the ring while Cale has the chair. Cale looks to be getting more annoyed so he slides out of the ring and tries to stalk Andrew, but Andrew slides back under the ring away from Cale. Cale starts yelling at Andrew that he's scared and makes his way over towards the announcers table.


Brooklyn: What does he want?

Bowker: He's looking at you, Chook.

Cale takes a seat on the announcers table and starts saying something to Brooklyn as Andrew watches from the ring, not exactly looking impressed with this cunning tactic. Cale sets the chair down next to him and starts touching Brooklyn's hair, Brooklyn slaps his hand away and Andrew runs towards the ropes, but stops when Cale picks up the chair again and laughs. Suddenly, Brooklyn stands up and grabs the chair, trying to take it off Cale, who easily snatches it back, but this has given Andrew the time he needs to exit the ring and connect with a blindsiding big boot that sends Cale over the barricade and into a fat guy's lap.

Bowker: You're not supposed to touch the wrestlers, Chook.

Brooklyn: I never touched him. I touched a chair. That chair isn't off limits.

Bowker: Yeah, well anyway, Paine just kicked you're new boyfriend's head off.

Brooklyn: It wasn't going anywhere. It was all about the sex.

Cale pulls himself to his feet and glares at Paine who's climbing over the barricane. He grabs Cale by the head and pulls him away from the seats and slams a knife edge chop over his chest. Cale folds as Andrew grabs him by the head and tosses him to the ground. Andrew is now getting a bit of a physical advantage over Cale. But, just as Andrew walks closer to him, Cale slaps a guys drink in Andrew's eyes and uppercuts him to the groin. The crowd boos as Andrew folds over, holding his crotch and Cale kicks him square in the mouth, almost knocking Andrew's face right off. Again, Cale getting back on top when Andrew starts to gain momentum. Cale smirks down at Andrew, who is still holding his groin and pushes his foot against his face, taunting Andrew who is clearly not feeling the best. Cale grabs Andrew by the hair and drags him towards the barricade and slams his head over it. Andrew rolls over the barricade and onto the floor as Cale jumps up onto the barricade, waiting for Andrew to stand up and jumps off it, but Paine gets a sudden burst of energy and slams Cale down to the floor with a clothesline, laying Cale out flat on the floor. The crowd starts to cheer.

Bowker: Again, back to Paine getting the upper hand.

Brooklyn: It doesn't seem to stop Cale from cheating time after time though.

Bowker: That's why I love the guy.

Brooklyn: F.Y.I you are an idiot.

Andrew lifts Cale up and slams him across the head punch; Cale saunders back and falls against the announcers table as Andrew starts to lay into his head with rights and lefts. Cale tries to push Andrew away; but Andrew doesn't seem bothered by the pushing and simply continues until Cale goes to the floor, shielding himself from the Andrew punches, which have effectively turned into slaps. Andrew lifts Cale up and rolls him under the ropes, sliding in himself as a figure comes out from one side of the barricade and hops into the ring, attacking Andrew from behind with punches, we see it's Diego who is one of Cale's henchmen. Diego goes for a spin kick, but Andrew catches him in midhair and hits him with a cradle DDT, taunting to the crowd and not noticing the much big Nikky stepping into the ring, and as Andrew turns, he is floored with a massive swining spinebuster that makes the ring shake. Cale sits up in the corner and Nikky smiles; picking up the chair that was used earlier and turning to Andrew before the crowd starts cheering as Brian Kennedy runs down the ramp.

Bowker: Carnage! Carnage! Carnage!

Kennedy slips into the ring, Cale rolls out as Nikky takes a wild swing at Kennedy, who evades easily and hits a superkick on Nikky, Kennedy then picks up Nikky and starts to pound him in the corner, and Kennedy doesn't see Blake Mason slipping under the bottom rope and picking up the chair Nikky dropped. Kennedy throws Nikky over the top rope and turns only to be slammed with a chair shot to the face. There is another huge roar as Jay Williams is now running down the ramp, and he slides under the ring to take Mason over the top rope. The two start fighting on the outside as Kennedy and Nikky take each other over the barricade. Cale rolls back into the ring as Andrew stans up. Andrew picks up the chair and stalks Cale; but, Cale is smart enough to evade the chair shot and connect with a low blow. Paine goes down on his knees and Cale gets himself up and slams his right foot into Andrew's face. Muay Thai death kick! Andrew is unconcious.

With the other member's of the teams fighting still; Cale laughs and rolls into the cover.

1!

2!

3!!

Ding Ding.


Rivers: Here is your winner ... CALE SCHOEFIELD!

She's Dangerous plays as Cale stands up, showing the signs of a tough fit. He looks down at Andrew and laughs as the rest of his group join him outside the ring as Andrew's group climb into the ring. Both teams have a stare down as Brian helps Andrew to his feet and the two sets of teams stare each other down as the show comes to a close.
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Show's up.

Have fun. My back hurts so I'm not going to yada on to much about it.
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Thanks to

Matches written by
Wes, Eric, Riz, myself,

Segments written by
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TSW
Meself

Card will be up tonight as well as the PR threads

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Great show all round fellas, can't wait for the next one.
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Thanks Lee, I think the next show will knock off a few pages@!
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