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[Sin City Saint]

The Meat Man vs House of Love 2 out of 3 falls

Capable Kerry Davis vs. Copycat


Joey Little Horse left due to racial stereotyping, so another House of Love worker steps in for the 2 out of 3 falls match against Kerry.



Hoss Fight of Awesome

Kratos vs. Sam Piltdown

Isaac just wants to see these to beat on each other.


Main Event Openweight Bout

CK Panic vs. Jamie Romino

Jamie was officially awarded the Openweight Title because of his lost footage victory over RDS. He just got the title a couple of days ago, and now he has to put it on the line against CK Panic.

Also appearing...


Kilroy Evans

Maybe someone else.


A monkey with a trumpet.


The Rowdies.


Go go promo action!

[Tum Tum]

We just saw a guy backstage walking with a cane and a lovely nurse holding his suitcase.

Copycat: Hallo I got a call from Tum Tum to substitute for Joey Little Horse who left .
Kerry davis I ain,t a man of many words but I got goals in this life!
Would I beat the living shit out of you ,I get my licence back as driver would I lose somebody has to bring me to the arena.
Kerry I was Mr.Wet Knickers once yes a exotic dancer maybe the cleaning crew has to mop the floor after our match.
Many of the wimen ,ll wet their pants from being horny seeing my tight ass.

Copycat is in pain let us leave *** screen go on black***.

[Onslaught]

We open to a construction site. Not just any site though, a rather familiar one. The place where the final, bloody struggle between Jamie Romino and Dave Sadler met its end. The locale that saw the beginning of the end for one man...and a new dawn for the other.

Scaffolding fills our view of the environment, along with a fine white sawdust that seems to permeate just about everything. Bare drywall rises up just behind Jamie Romino as he sits cross legged on the floor with his newly minted Openweight title sitting in his lap.


Jamie: Validation: the act of making valid; to substantiate; to confirm

Jamie holds up his title. His eyes sparkle in the overhead lights, and his smile is one of profound but humble pride. Pride not stemming from overconfidence but from surmounting...overcoming ...that which once seemed an impossible trek.

Jamie: THIS is my validation. 1 year and 4 months ago I set foot in Hardkore World hoping that here, I would be able to validate my decision to become a pro wrestler. Pro wrestling wasn't just a career choice for me though, it was to be my way of pulling myself up and out of the abyss I had been wallowing in since my accident. It was my way of getting on with my life, and it represented the culmination of months and months of struggle and self-doubt.

In that time, I earned two opportunities to win singles gold. The first came in Hardkore South when I was set to challenge Packer for the title there, until someone ambushed me from behind, causing me to lose the opportunity.

The second came right here in the Rockies. I was slated to face Pat Bozzini for the Hardkore: America title. I was still stinging from my missed opportunity from before, and despite my claims otherwise...I KNEW I needed this win. I needed it to confirm that the path I had constructed for myself was correct.

That opportunity slipped through my fingers too.

Jamie looks up at the lights and swallows deep. It's evident this is not easy for him to discuss.

Jamie: I should have persevered after that...I should have kept going and manned up. I didn't. I turned coward. I let those old enemies of mine: self-doubt, fear, insecurity...rear their ugly heads again. And thanks to my weakness my best friend saw me at my absolute worst...OD'ed on prescritpion drugs on the bathroom floor, out of my mind and taking a knife to myself.

It was wrong. It was sad. And it was pathetic.

Jamie pounds his fist into his lap, emphasizing each of these last 3 declarations.

Jamie: Heh...and the worst part was...it was all for nothing. Because soon after, I would have what I was so desperately seeking. *Jamie pats his title* Validaton was coming, but I was too weak and blinded by my own egocentricity to keep the faith.

Jamie shrugs his shoulders and looks all about him.

Jamie: So what now? After the bloods been cleaned up *Jamie nods his head in the direction of the floor*...my match with Dave Sadler long over....what comes next? Do I hold onto my validation? Or does it slip away?

Jamie gets up, title in hand, and dusts himself off. He puts the title up on his shoulder and looks at the camera wistfully.

Jamie: With so many questions unanswered, there is but one thing I can guarantee. I have learned. I have grown. And the mistakes of my former self will not be visited on my future self.

Jamie walks out of range of the camera and the camera slowly starts to pull back until we see a message written out in chalk on a cleared space on the floor.


Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

End.

[Kilroy]

[The shot opens on a K-Division full of hustle and bustle. All of its current students are helping pack up all of the Church of Ultraviolence tax dodge decor. Kilroy supervises the goings on while Sam Piltdown supervises the beer.]

Student 1: How does this help us wrestle, again?

Kilroy: It's real deep Mr. Miyagi type stuff, Dave.

Student 1: My name is Jeff!

Kilroy: Barnabus. And the more you question it, the less your mind absorbs and the more unprepared you are in the ring. Or something. Karate Kid was kind of on in the background while I was playing Final Fight yesterday.

Sam: Great game.

Kilroy: Hell yeah!

[They high five while Jeff grumbles. Suddenly, CK Panic and Ms. Noriko walk into the room, putting down some luggage. Kilroy and Sam go over to greet them.]

Kilroy: There they are! How was the honeymoon?

CK: Fantastic! We had a great time and I'm banned from the Hyatt!

[There's a pause as everyone looks at him.]

Noriko: You were right, Sam. Enough alcohol and he'll take any wager.

Sam: See? He's the best drinking buddy ever. What'd you make him do?

CK: Backflipped from a third story balcony into the pool.

Kilroy: *hugs CK* I am so proud of you!

CK: That's always encouraging. I got a phone call on the way in. You might want them to stop.

Sam: Why?

Kilroy: You don't mean...?

CK: I do. Our affront to God and man...continues.

Kilroy: YES!

[Kilroy shouts loud enough for everyone to wince as he starts running around happily.]

Kilroy: REVERSE GEARS, EVERYONE! WE ARE BACK IN BUSINESS!

[Kilroy runs around in the background happily.]

CK: Sam, you're taking on Kratos.

Sam: Can do.

CK: And I will facing Romino for the Openweight title. I'm pretty excited. I saw his work with Kilroy in Helloween.

[Noriko looks on with surprise as Kilroy executes a cartwheel.]

CK: The Church of Ultraviolence is back. We are going to storm the Rockies and do...well, pretty much whatever we feel like. All are welcome to join in the fun. Just, you know, expect blood and guts and carnage and pain.

[Kilroy runs by.]

Kilroy: THIS IS NOT A DRILL, PEOPLE!

Noriko: He's correct. That was certainly a machete.

CK: That's my better half!

Sam: Wait...Andy's gonna be there?

CK: How many have you had?

[The shot fades out to the Church's logo.]

[Amor]

[Cut to Kratos, currently sitting in his new apartment. It’s a bit bigger than the old one and a good deal cleaner. The presence of Kratos’s wife Melissa is felt here: the shelves next to the TV are stocked with books and TV box sets instead of MMA and wrestling DVDs, and the sprawling mess of the old apartment has been confined to a neat, compact mess on the table. Kratos sits and stares into the camera, wearing jeans and a black hoodie. He seems a little uncertain.]

K: It’s funny how this business ages you. I’ve only been wrestling for a few years, but I already feel like a grizzled veteran. All of the ups and downs, all of the opportunities dangled before me and then snatched away... the emotional turmoil has just left me exhausted. When the Rockies stopped returning my calls, I was just about ready to admit defeat.

But apparently we’re doing this all again. So, it’s once more unto the breach, this time against another big brawler in Sam Piltdown. Now Sam, I know I’m supposed to tear you down here and talk shit about how I’m definitely going to win this match... but I got nothing. I respect you and all of your experience, and I know that this is going to be one hell of a tough fight. Hell, I’m looking forward to it. What’s the point in fighting if you know you’re gonna beat the other guy?

But believe me... you had better bring your A game, Sam. I’ve had too long a lay-off, and a lot of pent-up agression to unleash on you. Not to mention the fact that I need this win to keep climbing the ranks here in Hardkore Rockies. Because I know that I’ve got to keep moving up that ladder, because the waters of irrelevance are waiting below me, and they just keep on rising. I hope that you land on your feet after I knock you down, but it’s better you than me.

[Kratos leans forward and grins. He really is anticipating the fight.]

K: At Holiday Hangover, I expect... no, I DEMAND that you give me your best and then some. I want to face a guy who hits just as hard and is just as crazy as me, and you just might be the one. I’ll be hoping so.

[His adrenaline suitably flowing, Kratos begins to shadowbox as we fade to black.]